Post by xlovelyx on Mar 15, 2007 9:13:39 GMT 10
You know she's a criminal at heart.
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The dark enveloped her. She didn't like it, none of the other horses liked it either that stood around her. They stomped and snorted, some whinnied and tried to rear. All she did was roll her eyes and flatten her ears. They bumped into her and she snapped at them. A little filly had bumped into her earlier and now had a bleeding bite on her neck. She felt sorry for the filly, but they deserved. They needed to calm down, well some were wild. She didn't expect them to be calm, but the tame ones? Couldn't they at least just stand and snort and stomp? Not pull on their lead ropes and annoy the others.
Suddenly it got bumpier and she didn't like that either. The horse trailer bounced up and down, hurting her feet. At least she had wraps on because her previous owner didn't want her to get hurt. She wasn't trailer shy and kind of liked the trailer unless horses were ramming into her. She snapped and another horse had a bite on it's hide. She laid her ears back and glared fiercely. Today was not a good day and nobody wanted to mess with her. She stepped forward and smiled when other horses conversed with each other and kept away from her.
Slinking her head toward the bundle of hay, she chomped some and snorted at the others that got near her. They backed away and left her alone. Soon enough the trailer was slowing. Her ears perked, she could hear other horses and the booming voices of the speaker systems. Calling bids as the horses were sold off to either horse riders or horse slaughters. Now the fear returned. She didn't want to go off to the slaughter house. She was a pure bred four-year-old Morgan mare. She didn't deserve to be sold to slaughter house. She had plenty of years of energy left to her and she wanted it.
The clicking noise of the locks and a loud slam of the trailer was heard. It reverberated all through the trailer. The White's of horse's eyes shone through the dim light. She was all the way at the head of trailer and would be last to be unloaded. Snorting in disgust, the men had some trouble unloading the horses. It seemed like horses before they even got halfway done. Each horse blinking their eyes rapidly as they jauntily struck at the steel ramp and walked outside. To the little corrals of the selling rings only to wait until brought to the bidding ring.
Having to kick and stomp at some horses a few horses and they finally reached her. She whinnied excitedly and pranced in place. They were weary of approaching her since they saw the bites that she had given the others. She lowered her head and pinned her ears back, like saying she wouldn't harm anyone. She just watched their cruel, rugged faces. With harsh shaved faces and muscled bodies fit into tight jeans, plaid shirts, and dirty cowboy boots. Westerns, they disgusted her. She was only fit for English and English only. A hunter jumper could jump anything and that was her.
They UN-tied her and turned her around. She looked eagerly at the open door, the wide empty trailer, and the musty smell of horse. Prancing and whinnying, they jogged beside her as they quickly led her out of the trailer. The clanging noise of the trailer didn't make her flinch or stop. She didn't stop at all until she reached the dirt ground. With all muscles tense, she smiled her horse-like smile and her ears flickered forward. Tail lashing and dark bay coat warmed deeply in the high sun. The little star on her fore-head felt out of black among her dark body. Like a token of luck that God gave her. But she didn't believe there was a God out there, so in her mind she thought it was just a random spot that her brother should have gotten instead.
She felt the harsh tug at her chin and a slap on her haunches. That startled and angered her. Turning her head around, she lashed her teeth at the man who lept out of her way. Snorting, she pawed a hoof and started a high-paced walk. The man holding her lead rope was drug behind her, dirt picking up in his face and his loud coughing was annoying. All around her, people snickered when they caught sight at the mare walking a human. Finally the man caught his step and jogged ahead of her before she turned sharply and would start walking away from the corrals. He had a limped step from twisting his ankle slightly and a frown upon his dark face. She still kept her smile and head up with nose turned away from him. No way would she keep low and act like a fool.
Soon she was tugged into a small spaced stall-type-thing and tied tightly to a pole at the other end. She looked around wildly at all the other horses. The commotion around her made her excited. She saw humans stepping gingerly into the other horse's stools and examining them. Checking their mouths, legs, chest, neck, ears, head, everything just to make sure all horses were in right condition. Some horses that were badly hurt even got vet help. She stomped her feet and became jealous that she was not getting any attention. Whinnying to every human that passed her stool. They all gave her a glance, some stopped and looked at her with sparkles in their eyes. Then cast a look at the sheet below her door. Then they would walk away and that angered her even more.
Then an hour or so later, the same man that she had dragged came and UN-tied and kept a tight hold on the lead rope. He swung the door open and led her to a large arena. From the looks of it, she knew she was going to get bid on now. She flicked her tail up, picked up her feet, raised her head, and tipped her nose up. Slitting her eyes, she pranced into the open arena. Then heard the sudden click of the lead rope being undone from her halter and the gate quickly closing behind her. She didn't flinch, just stood there and waited until a few seconds after the gate closed. Her head spun around, looking at each human. Examining each and every one, trying to find the slaughters and the horse riders. It was hard and she didn't want to seem like a statue. This was her time to shine.
Leaping into a smooth canter, she picked her way around the dirty arena. She saw every hoof step that other horses had made when they were in the arena. Not caring, she kept her tail flicked and head up. Picking up the pace, she was in a collected canter and then in a gallop. Her movements graceful and flowing. She loved to show off in front of a crowd. Then she heard the gate open again. Also hearing the audience go quiet at the intently watched her. Sliding to a halt in the middle of the arena, she saw three men holding ropes. No, oh no! She thought silently in her mind They were walking toward her and she would give up a fight, well a play fight to be exact.
Snaking her way around the men, they lunged at her and tried to tie her. She was always inches out of reach. Hearing the speaker boom on, she stopped for a mere second, whites in her eyes showing for a few moments. Then she was back in action. Halting in the middle of the arena. Watching the men circle in three directions around her. Snorting, she waited until they were two feet from her. Spinning tightly, she lept into a gallop and went around the arena about two times, giving a few wild bucks along the way. Her energy was dying and the person still hadn't spoken into the speaker. Probably amazed at her quick movements. Slowly, she made her way to a stop once again in the middle of the arena.
"And this ladies and gentlemen is Fugitive's Last Stand! A young and healthy pure-bred Morgan mare that is trained expertly in hunter-jumping. Yes, a pure-bred finely trained hunter-jumper, don't hesitate to bid on this high-spirited beauty!" The man's words made her happy. His high and joyous voice energetic and happy. Only did he know what happened to each horse that was bought. Prancing in place in the middle of the arena, she twirled around a few times as the three men stood close beside her. Waiting to clip her halter back on. She was still in that beautiful pose, now a bit prettier.
With legs straight, muscles tight and bulging beneath her rich dark bay coat, tail swishing and raised high. Slender neck arced nicely and head at an angle with ears perked and nose flared. Eyes sparkling wonderfully and chest out. She loved to be in this stance for everyone to see. Then the announcer's voice came back on. "We'll start with...1000!" This did not go to well in her mind, but she didn't show it and not even a flinch.
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So lets give her a second chance.
