I'm just Freaked.. [Open]

[midnightdancer]

A low squeal came from the chestnut stallion as he backed out of the trailer like a bullet. His ears flicked back and forth, nostrils flaring, as he felt a hard jerk on the stud chain. Throwing his head into the air, Temper crow hopped into the air. Fire flamed in his eyes as he danced next to the stable hand, his long tail smacking angerly against his sides. Crow hopping again in excitement and fear, it only got another jurk on the stud chain. Flapping his lips, Temper scooted closer to the stable hand, and tried to behave him self. Tying the chestnut stallion up, a saddle was quickly thrown up onto his back. It landed roughly, over the saddle pad. I curb bit was quickly shovn into the Quarter Horse's mouth.

Untying the Stallion, the stable hand swung onto his back, and rode him out towards one of the arena's. Temper walked quickly, a pep to his stride, nostrils flaring. He swished his long tail quickly, as the gate opened, and Temper was rode in. He tossed his head again as the stable hands spurs met his side, cuing him to go into a trot. Flicking his ears, Temper moved into a trot, a long strided one. His neck normally would have been carried low like he did in the pasture, but it was held up by the tightness of the reins. Eventually the stable hand let him lope, but kept the reins taught, shortening his beautiful, long strides. Giving one, hard, quick buck, Temper swished his tail again. Stopping the chestnut, the stable hand spun his around in a few circles. Temper quickly obayed, and spun neatly on his hind quarters. By then, Temper was hot, and sweaty, and now he was anxious to go.

When it was his turn to go into the auction ring, the stable hand rode him in. Temper eyed the crowd warrily, his eyes large. He jumped as the announcer began to speak.Okay ladies and gentlemen. Here we have a 4 year double registered stallion. Registered AQHA and as a solid bred APHA stallion. Temper is broke to ride, hasn't been used on any mares yet. He is by Experimental Personality and Dreamland Exspress. The bidding starts out at $1400.

[Nevvy]

Some money had finally come her way, and now she needed to spend it. It was burning a hole in Rachael’s pocket. Okay no not really. But it was there and it was meant to be spent on buying horses for the stable. So that was why she was here today. The pickings were okay, but they were not the best. But of course not, she was in the auction house, not the sales area. The sales area always had better quality, but that was okay, she would find horses better suited to her taste here. She sat with her arm on her knee, head in her hand as she watched horse after horse go through, people rummaging through their pockets for the checkbook. She already had hers out and ready to write a check. That is, if the horse was actually coming through that she would actually think about buying. She waved the checkbook at her face, burning up a little bit by the warmth in the room. There were definitely more people in here than normally. Everyone was looking for that summer horse, although who knew if that horse might be back here come winter or not. Finally the next horse entered and she watched him closely. This one had fire and spirit and just about everything else that made up a stallion, except he seemed to keep some excess in him somewhere. He had attitude. She watched as he was ridden for all eyes to feast on. He would be something in the ring. He would definitely be something to try and keep tamed. But why tame a horse when one could harbor the spirit? She did not believe in taming horses all the way to where they just do what you say and that was about it. What was the fun in that? She loved horses that could think on their own hooves and surprise their riders. Her hand quickly shot up. 1500! She called, waving her hand a little to be noticed before putting it down, watching him closely. She had her pen poised over her checkbook, ready to make it out. She was ready to fight to buy this horse.

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[midnightdancer]

The chestnut stallion chomped at the bit, his ears flicking slowly back and forth as he was stopped quickly, and then spun back around, with just the cue of his riders spur. He swished his tail back and forth as he started to get even more anxious than he already was. Snorting slightly, Tempermental flicked his tail against his sides as he was stopped again, and stood in the middle of the auction ring. His head was held high, nostrils flared as he flicked his long tail back and forth. Nerves and excitement cursed through the chestnut stallion as he tossed his head again as he was cued to go forwards. The noise of the crowd was only making the chestnut even more excited as his rider made him walk, but it was more of a prance. The Quarter Horse cross was excited just from being rode hard in the regular ring, and now with all the people and noise, it was just making things worse. Shaking his scull, he flinched again, as the announcer started to talk again. 1500.. The announcer started and then talked again Going once.. twice.. Sold! to the young lady in the front. Temper tossed his head slighlty as he was ridden out of the sales ring and back towards the stall he had been in for a little bit earlier. Scull shook slightly as the bit was dropped out of his mouth, and a halter replaced on his head. The saddle was removed before he was untied. Flattening his ears, the chestnut stallion moved towards the back of his stall, ears flattened agianst his scull. He wasn't exactly in the mess mood to be messed with at the moment.

[Nevvy]

Yeah I wouldn’t be too happy either if I had a control freak like that on my back. Rachael said, leaning against the stall door and looking in on the stallion. She wouldn’t enter the stall, not yet anyway. She flicked a carrot up in the air and caught it before doing it again. You should’ve fought more, put him into the ground. It is what he really needed. We all gotta fall sometime. She just spoke aimlessly, her eyes following the curve of the carrot as she caught it each time. When the auctioneer had said sold, she had scribbled out the check furiously, bagging everything before taking off for the stalls, handing the check off as she left. Teaches us that horses have feelings too and they’re not here just for our pleasure. No of course Temperamental could not understand what she was saying, but she did not care. She leaned against the stall, completely relaxed, not even looking at the Chestnut. She just let him stand there at the back of his stall where he felt most comfortable. But ya know I can get you outta here. I have a big pasture with your name all over it. Her mind instantly went to Juliet and she silently shook the mare out of her mind. That mare was just a flirt, and a big one at that. But Rachael had to love her, she had that spirit that gave her the drive and motivation. Of course the running away with a stallion was not the best idea, but she would not think of that. Her thoughts turned back toward the stallion, the carrot still being flicked idly in her hand, tossing it up in the air as it caught the light before landing in her hand again.

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[midnightdancer]

Temper did not know what he was doing here, but all he knew was that he most defintaly did not like being here. Shaking his scull, he snapped his tail noisily against his sides, swishing the flies away from his sides. The sweat on his neck was starting to dry, and make it crusty looking. Stepping towards the side of the stall, the chestnut found a good place to itch his neck on. He rubbed his head up and down a few times, before he settled down to rest a hind leg, his orbs relaxing for a moment. As he lowered his head to itch his leg, he caught sight of a person stopping right infront of his stall. Flattening his ears, his head jurked up, head snapping into the air with his tail swihsing in annoyance against his sides. What did this person want exactly? He had just gotten to relaxing, and there was another person at his stall door. He didn't know who it was, but it wasn't that dude who had been riding him lately. Swishing long tail, the chestnut turned his head slightly, the scar on the side of his face showing as he jurked his head back, as something orange was tossed into the air. Pelt twitched as he watched it get tossed into the air over and over again. He could hear the girl talking, but of course he didn't know what she was saying. Her voice sounded nice, not mean and gruff like that other dude's. His ears twitched slighlty as he stepped a few paces forwards, before stopping and flipping his head into the air again. He wasn't trustworthy to be aorund, and he dind't trust any one. Scull lifted as a mare was lead by. A low nicker came from the stallion as the mare walked past the stall. His attention snapped right back to the human when he caught the sight of the orange thing being flung into the air again. Snorting loudly through his nose, he took a few steps forwards, before stopping. He was within reaching distance from the girl now. Slowly, he let his muzzle reach forwards, nostrils flaring, eyes weary...

[Nevvy]

It’s a carrot. She said, placing her hand flat on the edge of the stall door so that he had to come up to her, not the other way around. It’s something you eat. She looked at the mare that walked by and then looked over at the stallion. Yeah she was a cutie. Oh great, a hormone-raged stallion. Just what she needed there. But she already made the purchase and she already liked him, so to hell with it. Did it matter? No. She kept her eyes averted for the most part, looking at the other horses that were around as her hand rested against the stall door still, carrot still there. She would not make any sudden movements, she knew better. Instead she just looked around, watching as people went into stalls and looked at ponies for their kids or horses for their breeding stock. She watched as some took their money’s worth away and others went to the auction ring to see if they could get their money’s worth. You are a smart stallion, not trusting everyone who walks by your stall like some of these horses. She leaned her head against the stall, but making sure to still be within range of Temper so he knew she was still there.