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Post by {.x. hazardous .x.} on Dec 22, 2006 23:29:09 GMT -5
Hazel smirked, leaving the office. She headed towards the main barn aisle, stopping to pet her horse, Broken Fantasy. The horse snorted, rubbing his face against her affectionate hand. The two had a bond, but only when Fantasia was confined. When he was set free, he was reminded of his history, and he longed to be set free again. Withered Rose, Gen's champion show jumper lifted her head over the stall's dutch door to nicker to Hazel.
Hey baby girl...
She murmered, kissing the horse on the muzzle. Hearing his comment.
Yeah, but not to Texans like you...What job would you want anyway?
She asked. Hazel didn't know of his skills with horses, but if he had experience, HHI might hire him as head trainer...They needed one, besides Hazel. But then again, that would mean that she'd have to coexist with him... [/size] |
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Post by .:~Corrupted~:. on Dec 23, 2006 12:52:26 GMT -5
Colt glared at the back of her head. What did she mean, not to Texans like him? He had just met her, and already he couldn't stand her bratty attitude. He sighed, hating the fact that this was the only stable around. "Anything...farrier, trainer, or vet. I've done it all. My sis was also lookin' for a job, maybe as a stable hand?" He said to the girl, his voice holding more annoyance with this insolent child. "I'll have you know that some of us Texans know more about horses than you could ever hope to know, Kid. Just because you have your fancy pedigrees, better equipment and more money doesn't make you stupid blue-bloods any better than us. You'd do well to lose your snobby attitude too, makes people not wanna board their horses here, the only reason I'd even consider it is 'cause there is no place else." He strode ahead of the girl, not even paying any attention to the fancy mare, nor the crazy Arabian stallion. He honestly wanted nothing to do with people, nor horses that believed they were better than anyone else. He stopped and looked about the fancy barn, snorting with hatred and annoyance. Money was the only reason he'd ever work here, he had to be able to send Nikki to school and to feed his horses. Then again, Disaster would hate even being able to see another stallion, he would probably kill him if he ever got loose. "This'll have to do, but I'm tellin' you now, you don't go near my horses. You don't feed 'em, ya don't pet 'em, you don't even smile at 'em. I've got too much work done with 'em and I won't have it undone by an unruly child." He said in a cold tone as he swirled on his heel and strode out of the barn. He only wanted a place for his horses to stay. He would still do all the work with them, as usual. He didn't want anyone else near them, for 4 years of strick training had made them as good as they were now, he didn't want any kids to mess that up. Disaster was very tempermental, and a killer. Rayne wouldn't be a problem though as she was just a big sweetie, but Colt still didn't want this girl messing with her. He knew he was being rude and irrational, but, as usual, he really just didn't care. He walked into the office, waiting for the girl that he had left in the barn. He hated it hear, yet he knew that he hated it everywhere, except for on the plains. Freedom was the only thing he'd ever truly love. No woman could ever replace the love of the wind on his face, nor the feeling of a wild stallion underneath him. This girl would never know true freedom, and while, in a way he felt sorry for her, he was still glad that he didn't have to share that knowledge and joy with her.
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Post by {.x. hazardous .x.} on Dec 24, 2006 9:49:18 GMT -5
Oh come on Colt, get over yourself. Sure, you can have the praries and plains but don't you ever feel lonely?
Come on, I was just joking. I guess it wouldn't mean anything to you if I gave you the position of head trainer?
It wasn't a bribe...Hazel could always fire him, right?  Not really...Hazel wanted to learn, as much as she seemed not too. She couldn't see it, but Colt and Hazel were very close to the exact same thing. Stubborn, and loved riding more than anything else-but they just saw it at different perspectives. Which is where they hit the road block. Hazel was determined to make him like boarding here...He was determined to make it a miserable experience. [/size] |
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Post by .:~Corrupted~:. on Dec 24, 2006 19:17:10 GMT -5
Colt rolled his eyes. Lonliness was weak, the wind was his companion. He shrugged. "Nothin' at all. Money is money." He said, his voice unwavering and still cold. He would do a good job, but he wouldn't enjoy doing it. Colt somehow knew that he was going to regret this job, knowing that it would only lead to further annoyance and the loss of his temper. He headed towards the trailer and lowered the ramp, murmering and hushing the mare as he lead her out.
Rayne snorted softly and whinnied once she was out in the sunshine, her dark brown coat gleaming from years of perfect and careful grooming. Not a single hair was misplaced on her entire bodice, not a speck of dirt marred her beautiful coat. She obediently walked along with Colt, following his movements slowly. She was a beautiful mare, more so than a lot of fancy horses that were imported. She was worth a lot too, being a rare color and having amazing blood-lines. None of that truly mattered though for she was smart and she had brains.
Colt led her all the way down the aisle and put her in the second to last stall, as far away from the others as possible. He then went back for Disaster, who was named very well. When he got to the trailer, he went in slowly, his presence calming the stallion that trusted him and him alone. He chuckled and led him out of the trailer.
Disaster screamed for his mare, Rayne, his optics searching this strange land. He lunged forward at the sight of the other stag, ready to kill him out of sheer hate. Disaster was a mirror image of the man that stood beside him, both being spiteful but only finding joy in the freedom they craved so much.
Colt grabbed the leadrope gently and turned the stallion back to him, forcing him to take his eyes off the other stallion. He spoke to the stallion in his native tongue.
Disaster immediatly became docile and lowered his head respectfully. It was almost as if a spell had been cast over him, caging his hateful and free spirit.
Colt turned and led the stallion into the barn, the leadrope loose and not at all in use.
Disaster followed him to the end of the row and when Colt let him loose in the stall and whisper one last word, Disaster reared and screamed, slamming his hooves on the ground below him. The spell was broken.
Colt chuckled and spoke a bit more before the stallion calmed down and he turned and walked back to the office. He knew more old indian tricks than anyone else left in the country, and most of them pertained to horses. He never shared his knowledge with anyone else though, as they were secrets that must be guarded very well. In the wrong hands, abuse always prevailed. He stopped in front of the girl. "When do I start?" His voice was low, and emotionless.
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Post by {.x. hazardous .x.} on Dec 26, 2006 9:53:10 GMT -5
Hazel was already getting into her truck. God, she was getting sick of him and she had no doubts he was getting sick of her.
Whenever you want to, cowboy.
She hissed, turning on the car radio as loud as she could, just to drown his stupid comments out and drove away. Haha. Hazel is a freak. [/size] |
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Not really...Hazel wanted to learn, as much as she seemed not too. She couldn't see it, but Colt and Hazel were very close to the exact same thing. Stubborn, and loved riding more than anything else-but they just saw it at different perspectives. Which is where they hit the road block. Hazel was determined to make him like boarding here...He was determined to make it a miserable experience.