Post by allure on Feb 18, 2006 15:33:47 GMT -5
Whispered
Allure
Cultivated
Mare
Shaped and sculpted
Dutch Warmblood
Grown and wilted
six
Casts the shadow of
16hh
Is the Image of
Beauty. Grace. Poise. Things that have been thought and seen when thinking of such a gleaming vix. Within the corridors of her stall, and in the security of the pasture, she reveals those things...her movements; silk. Her calls; sweet. Her hue; addictive. She is the mother of all the horses within the pasture, all just seem to fall in love with her.
But it is outside of these walls that she loses all those thoughts. They call her the cyclone in an angel's body. A hidden fire which has not been tamed. It is why she has gone without training...people too afraid of her freakish nature outside her pen. Only a single brave soul has gone the length of placing a halter and lead on her...which is the only thing that can connect her to the human world.
She is smart. Too smart, infact. You would not know it by how she acts, but it is how she shows her intelect. She has seen the whip upon another horse's rump...though it had been a mere tap, and aid into pressing the equine faster. But to her, it was a thing used for torture...a thing she had no wish to come accross.
She is a silver dappled vixen with the warm eyes of a gentle rabbit. But outside of her enclosure, she is still that impecable silver splashed mare with the firey eyes of a wolf...ready pounce and run.
Mind
Gentle as a sheep with other equines or dogs. She is friendly to humans...as long as they are on the other side of the gate or fence, or not in pursuit of her. Once taken from the stall or pasture, she becomes a handful, and had once gone into a big bucking fit. It has been like this because everybody has been afraid of her...nobody has ever corrected her because she is big and wild.
Ribbon Earning
She has never once earned a ribbon...but if she were...it'd be for beauty. She is very elegant and would make a fine dressage mare, but that would only b if you can get passed her freakish actions outside of the pasture or stall. The only thing she has ever done for a human outside of her "bubble", was comply with a halter and lead...but it was only because one young woman...about 13...had had the guts to tell her so...to show who was boss. But since the girl moved, and there was no longer anybody brave enough to handle "the cyclone", she went back to her spiteful ways with only a halter and lead to show she was still able to learn.
The Lovely Album
There was no abuse in her lavish lifestayle. Infact, the most prestige of horses only dreamt of the place she had residence in. She had crystal, purified mineral water all day, every day. She was fed alfafa and straw six times daily with her cups of mollasses smothered grain. Sugar cubes were not earned, but expected in mornings, afternoons and nights. And she would be let out to graze in the summertime for three hours three times a day. She ate, slept and breathed easy living, that is until her owner had had a terrible financial crash and had to get rid of some horses. He could only keep his best dressage and jumpers and sell the rest. That included Allure.
It is how she ended up here at auction with her personal stable keeper, Joel. He himself had had to clean her stall three times a day while she was out in pasture. She was clean, really, and he had had the easiest horse to care for of all the other stable boys. But he had the worst tempered, as well. It was him who had to lead her back into the stall after she had finished her meals. He was the only one who knew her more so than the owner himself, since he had spent more time with the mare than anybody else.
A Taste of Temptation
Go on, now Joel. Load 'er up.
A hefty, yet tall man stood up behind his desk, hand finsted with the index finger straight out to the trailer outside the window. His face was drooped in a frown, brows furrowed. He made it soud easy...like loading "The Cyclone", as the workers called her, would be easy. Like she would just slip right into the vehicle like the breeze in the wind.
By myself, sir?
Joel sat back, shaking inside. He knew himself the mare was no simple horse. She was an explosion inside the precious figure of a horse. He knew darn well how she turned into a wild fire, growing larger and brighter with each passing moment. He had expirienced how fast she could whip that body around to avoid contact...and how such a pretty face could turn into something that was scarier than a rabbid dog.
Yes, by yourself! If it makes you go any faster, tell Ramsey the boss asked him to help. Now get outta' ma office and into that trailer!
The hefty man stood up furthur, putting his palms flat against the oak desk. The breeze created by his fluttering hands moved some documents across the surface, some paperwork ending up on the floor. Joel could tell by the tell-tale popping vein in his forehead he was not pleased with his procrastination. Joel knew he had to load her at some point in time...he just wished it hadn't been today...or that she at least had some expirience with loading. But seeing as how she was birthed and raised here on the farm, and had no discipline to show of, she stayed here...getting fat and happy.
The boy of 16 stood up quick to escape the vicouse glare of his boss and to enter the path of "The Cyclone". Both were pretty bad, but he'd rather be in step with the storm, rather than the gaze of the bull in the office. At least he had learnt to avoid the hooves of the prancing mare, and to controll the violent tossing of her dial. It was just the fact that he didn't want to get between either of them that waqs the major problem.
He entered the barn quietly. Why, he did not know. He guessed it was probbably because he didn't want to provoke the mare anymore than what he was about to, so being quiet and cautiose would be a good thing...he supposed. He had a lead draped over his shoulder, because he had left the halter on at all times. It wasn't tight, but rather loose. And it was a wide-strapped nylong contraption, but very light weight. It was strong, so it could hold up to any trouble she could pound out.
He clucked softly to the mare's stall, her dial peeping out enough so that she could see who it was. She nickered lightly, but had a deep tone to it...warning him, like always, to stay back. But he, of course, couldn't stay away. He had to get her loaded or else that'd be the end of a well-paying job. Hell, he was making more than his own parents! And he knew he could get payed more if he sold Allure and was reassigned to Marching Orders...the stallion who was one of the boss's prized possesions.
Slowly, he inched to th stall, the light revealing the drawn back female. She watched him closely, nares open wide to await what was to happen. This was out of schedule. She was not to go out to pasture for another two or three hours! She knew there was something going on...and she definately did not like it.
Come on, girl. 's alright, now.
He cooed softly, hand out to lightly run over her silky pelt. It was a forbidden fruit, her pelt was. So silky soft and so shiny. Rarely have hands found this treasure...the gem to touch was her coat. Softer than a rabbits fur...lighter than cotten. It was short, too, so it did not hang from her chin like winter fur, nor did it clump with mud and dirt. Her hooves had always stayed shiny and black...but what a chore to keep them that way! The vet had had sold the boss some sleeping medicine. Each time the farrier came, Joel had to stick the syringe into her side as quick as possible...usually either her rump or nape. But he had to position her after the fight to get her into the tacking slots. They were tight little spaces where green horses would get tacked up... He had to be slick with the syringe...had to aim for a vein just right in order to keep her healthy. But after a few hundred times with her and other horses, he got almost preffessional with it. She had to be out before the farrier could trim...God only knew what Hell would break loose with the farrier!
Just like with the syringe, he slipped the lead into the ring, knotting it there securely. With er, you could not use a clip on lead. It had to be knotted or looped through. She was the tossing wonder...her head could go a zillion miles per hour in each direction, mane and forelock thrown into the air then falling back in place before she threw that thing up into the sky once more. She could get so much enertia, that she had brought her front legs off the ground in a small rear, her crania straight back, maw to the sky. And Joel always loathed bringing her out, because on slight slack in the lead and she'd be gone. He knew she'd head for the hills at any chance she got.
He lightly tugged on his end of the lead, perspiration allready bubbling from his forhead. He clucked and crooned to her, hoping she'd move herself forwards, hoping she'd comply with his request. She did. She moved...calmly to his surprise. In fact, she was incredibly calm...her body relaxed and tail swishing contentedly behind her. She took only enough steps to come close to the boy. But her actions were not deceiving him! He only tightened his grip on the lead faster than before. If anything, this'd be her day to throw a fit of the ages. Something for him to remember her by.
She walked beside him, neither tugging him, nor slowing him. But he didn't relax at this...Joel only tensed more. The trailer doors were wide open, like a gaping mouth. There were already three other horses in that big six horse...but the crew figured that there should be less horses with Xena aboard.
At the jaws of the trailer, the two stopped, but for only a moment until Joel could move himself inside. He hopped up, pulling small little tugs for the mare to come forwards. She was glued to the ground. Her orbs flashed that familiar little flash of their's, and she immediatly threw her dial up, bringing herself into her tallest rear. Joel gaped at her sudden change of attitude, but he knew she'd start...it was to be expected of her.
He tightened his grip as much as he could, knuckles a pearly white. He bit his lip as his brows raised in strain. Oh how he wished she culd just somply with him for once! But no. She whipped her body around and dropped her dial to her chest. She was going to pull him from that trailer if it was the last things she'd do. No way she was going to enter that scary mouth of metal!
Joel shouted angrily and frustrated at her, wishing she'd quit and smarten up. But she was smart...and she knew that she had it good here, and she was not going to risk it. She pulled, muscles tense in her whole body. Joel dug his heels in the rubber mats, the lead tight and slowly pulling him from his place. He gave in suddenly, his hands on the verge of bleeding.
He ran to her dial as soon as he gave, he wanted to catch her before she had the chance to realie she was no longer pulling him out. He made it to her face, but she lowered her mouth to the asphault drive, then up into oblivion. She was going to avoid his hands as much as she could.He grunted, then reeled her head down with the lead rope, hoping to be able to get a hold of the halter. She whipped her rump around again, catching him before he could avoid her.
She took one step into the trailer, thinking about making the boy feel stupid, like she had been right all along, but she had remembered her first thought...and had gone back to him. The mare pushed him hard with her chest, walking after him as he tried to avoid her while manuever her into the trailer. Audie Ramsey was nowhere to be found...and that annoyed the hell out of him. He was all alone, having a battle with the warrior princess.
She snapped at him. Though she was demonic in most eyes, she had rarely bitten. But she went right ahead and crunched down on his fist. He screamed in shock and pain, quickly slapping her face with his left hand. She ignored the slap, but pulled away at the punch. He hit her jaw quite hard, which had only been fairly matched to her powerful bite. The mare snorted, auds lay back against her poll. He snorted at him, glaring at him in a challenge of wits.
It was hours of this. Just back and forth struggles. The other warmbloods inside the trailer were getting restless, and began to rock the trailer. They also hed struggled to turn themselves to snag a look at the tussel between human and horse.
Joel had finally manipulated the mare into getting on the trailer. Even he was still dazed at how he did so. He had gotten inside the truck, delivering some of the horses at the ritzy farms of the boss's friends...and to businesses who found "use" uot of the old and tired horses who had not goten a chance at the big shots.
Then it was finally here. The town with a silver lining as many had said. This was his last stop of the day...where he was goign to finally get ride of "Xena". Where he would get relieved of his demonic femme fatal, and upgraded to Marching Orders... Now to get her unloaded and into a stall...and to get a buyer...
ooc-i added to the joining template because I thought that this was more thorough...sorry if I wasn't supposed to...