Post by Ariel Watson on Jul 27, 2007 22:58:55 GMT -5
She pulled the truck up and turned the key, shutting it off with a quick flick before forcing the door open. Yeah, her truck and trailer weren't 'name brand'... the truck was a 53 model Chevy... dark green in color and rusted in a lot of places... no radio, the passenger side window was missing, and the bed was made of very old wood. Her two horse trailer wasn't in much better shape... it was horse and cattle safe, but rusted on the outside and battered by years of use. Still... it worked, and Ariel wasn't the least bit embarassed by the state of her truck and trailer. She spent most all of her money on the handsome equine that stood impatiently inside the trailer; the cremello Thoroughbred stallion... Lance. also known as WW Chances Fast Nobility. He was a champion. More than once WGC, more than once WC... and competed in many differend events and classes. He was doted upon, his every need was filled... he'd covered over 600 mares, sired over 590 foals... half of which competed... many of which had also made WGC and WC.
Ariel leapt from the truck, slamming the door behind her quite forcibly, else it wouldn't close all the way, and wiped her hands on the legs of her ratty jeans. Yeah, she wasn't dressed all that nicely... she loked like a poor farmgirl, but that was her usual 'look' unless she was showing. Her face had a small streak of mud running across her cheek, and her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail. She tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear and jogged around to the trailer.
"Lancey!" She called, wrenching open the door and stepping up into the trailer.
The stallion nickered a greeting softly, and waited patiently as she untied his lead and led him out. As the sunlight hit his coat (what was't hidden underneath the shiping boots, stable blanket, and fly mask) his coat gleamed a silvery whitish color.
"Yes, you're beautiful!" Ariel said, laughing as the stallion pranced around. "Come on y'goof! Let's get you put up!"
Lance had already eaten his morning feed, so Ariel didn't worry about having to mix it. She led the tall stallion into the barn, pausing momentarily to gaze at the place in awe. It was huge and beautiful. The girl led the stallion into an empty stall and unclipped the chain and soft leather lead from the leather bridle. Only the best for her Lancey boy.
"You stay here now, and don't put up a fuss. You've eaten, snakced on hay, and been pampered enough for today. i'll be by later to give you your afternoon feed and to walk you. God knows what energies you've pent up you crazy kid." Ariel said as Lance rested his head over her shoulder, like he was trying to give her a hug.
"Bye now, big boy. Be good. Don't whine. I'm going to put your tack up and take my stuff up."
Ariel stroked the stallions neck and left the stall, locking it securely behind her, but also adding her own 'touch' to it by placing a short bungee cord around the lock and securing it; Lance was a master escape artist. So far, though, he hadn't figured out how to undo a bungee cord.
The girl left the barn slowly, and headed back to her truck. Lance's tack was in the bed of the truck.. well, the saddles and bridles and such were... covered by a blue tarp; his other stuff, such as blankets and sheets and rushes were in the trailer. She gathered what she could in her arms and began trekking back to the barn; struggling slightly with the load.
Ariel leapt from the truck, slamming the door behind her quite forcibly, else it wouldn't close all the way, and wiped her hands on the legs of her ratty jeans. Yeah, she wasn't dressed all that nicely... she loked like a poor farmgirl, but that was her usual 'look' unless she was showing. Her face had a small streak of mud running across her cheek, and her hair was pulled into a messy ponytail. She tucked a loose lock of hair behind her ear and jogged around to the trailer.
"Lancey!" She called, wrenching open the door and stepping up into the trailer.
The stallion nickered a greeting softly, and waited patiently as she untied his lead and led him out. As the sunlight hit his coat (what was't hidden underneath the shiping boots, stable blanket, and fly mask) his coat gleamed a silvery whitish color.
"Yes, you're beautiful!" Ariel said, laughing as the stallion pranced around. "Come on y'goof! Let's get you put up!"
Lance had already eaten his morning feed, so Ariel didn't worry about having to mix it. She led the tall stallion into the barn, pausing momentarily to gaze at the place in awe. It was huge and beautiful. The girl led the stallion into an empty stall and unclipped the chain and soft leather lead from the leather bridle. Only the best for her Lancey boy.
"You stay here now, and don't put up a fuss. You've eaten, snakced on hay, and been pampered enough for today. i'll be by later to give you your afternoon feed and to walk you. God knows what energies you've pent up you crazy kid." Ariel said as Lance rested his head over her shoulder, like he was trying to give her a hug.
"Bye now, big boy. Be good. Don't whine. I'm going to put your tack up and take my stuff up."
Ariel stroked the stallions neck and left the stall, locking it securely behind her, but also adding her own 'touch' to it by placing a short bungee cord around the lock and securing it; Lance was a master escape artist. So far, though, he hadn't figured out how to undo a bungee cord.
The girl left the barn slowly, and headed back to her truck. Lance's tack was in the bed of the truck.. well, the saddles and bridles and such were... covered by a blue tarp; his other stuff, such as blankets and sheets and rushes were in the trailer. She gathered what she could in her arms and began trekking back to the barn; struggling slightly with the load.