Release The Beast. (Badger)

[Phantom]

Oh boy, his cousin was not going to like this. Kyle shook his head slightly as he finally arrived back at the ranch. If he kept bringing in all sorts of wild eyed, spooky horses, he might just get kicked out. But he wasn't going to worry about that now. It seemed as if he always went for the free horses, and there was always a reason why horses were free. They were either aged, insane, wild, or just uncontrollable. Once again he was not going to worry about that, no way, no how. He backed the trailer up to the corral, the place were new horses were held. He didn't suspect anyone would notice the horse here, seeing as this particular corral was behind the property, completely unseen. He stopped the truck and jumped out and open the trailer gate so that the beast within could get out, that is if she got out at all.

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[Badger]

I kicked and bucked the whole ride through, determined to get out. Finally, we stopped. And after a few more kicks I could no longer feel a door to break down. I quickly back up, hoping now I would be free. But if course, I wasn't. I was in a sand pit, a fenced sand pit. Great, some of my favorite things. I looked around. There was no way of jumping this fence. It was as tall as I was. So, with the lack if the trailer door, I began to quick at the fence.

[Phantom]

So that was one thing down. He closed the trailer gate as the horse finally got out then he went to close the corral gate. He wasn't going to do anything with the horse now, he would just let her run around in the pen until she tired herself out. He noticed she was kicking at the fence, thought this corral had metal panels so it was impossible for her to break them, no matter how hard she tried. The worst thing she could do was get a leg stuck in the panel or something like that.

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[Badger]

I whinnyed and reared and bucked, galloping around in circles. I went over to where the boy was and stuck my nose through the fence, snapping at him again. After that I went back to galloping in circles, bucking and rearing like mad, whinnying, screaming, hoping to find a way out.

[Phantom]

He took a step back from the fence. Was with this beast and biting people? Surely he was going to have alot of bruises and scars before this was over with. He went over the truck and managed to grab a square bale of hay. He soon tossed it over the fence, wanting to see what the beast would do. He though wild horses were smarter than this. The horse should have realized that there was no way out of the corral by now but she was still hurrying around the pen in rapid circles.

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[Badger]

As a bale of hay fell into the pen, I galloped away from it. I backed away, eyeing it, suspicious. I gave it a sniff, sticking my neck out towards it. I quieted down now, confused. I had just gotten here, and I get food? What was going on? I stayed away from the food, knowing that there had to be some kind of catch. I stayed close to the fence, looking around in fear. My wild streak had gone away and my fearful side returned.

[Phantom]

He didn't want the horse to starve and he soon realized that the horse was growing a bit suspicious. A few moments later he backed away a great deal from the fence. He wondered if his older horse could calm this wild, much younger one. Though the cremello mare had a bit of an attitude problem, but she was known to put other horses in their place, no matter what kind of dispositon they had. He hurried to the barn and returned with a stocky ivory mare that stood around sixteen two hands. He hoped Karla could make friends with the mare, seeing as the wild mare wouldn't let him become a friend.

Why earth did she have to get out of her stall at this time of day? There was no work to be done. The mare followed behind her owner irritably before her ears swivled forward. What on earth was that creature!? She snorted irritably as Kyle led her closer to the corral. She raised a foreleg and struck the fence with a hoof. That creature has no right to be here!

Kyle watched Karla with a slight interest. He knew that the cremello was a spoiled little brat and she didn't take well to other mares. He was hoping that she would try to be friendly to this horse, seeing as they had the same attitude towards everything. As they always said, mares would be mares.[/blockquote]

[Badger]

I glanced up, smelling another mare. I went back to my position against the fence, cowering. What would happen to me here? I had not been brought into a barn yet, but this food, why was it here? Why was another horse being brought over? I knew there was a catch. I'd have to work for my food, and I would be paired with this horse to help. I side-stepped farther away from them, i didnt want to work, i wished they would just leave me alone.

[Phantom]

He unhooked the lead from the mare and watched her walk around he exterior of the corral, her full attention on the other horse. A sigh escaped him as he sat on the tailgate of his truck. He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do with the new mare so he just sat there lost in his thoughts. He wasn't going to mess with the mare today, seeing as he had just brought here. Maybe tomorrow.

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The cremello femme peered into the corral, her tail flicking back and forth. A booming nicker came from her moments later, asking the other mare why she was here. Karla had calmed down, seeing as she was a bit of a bipolar equine, although that was a bit strange for a horse.

[Badger]

I...I dont know why im here. I dont know where this is even. What are you doing here? I asked the mare. Why was she wondering what i was doing here? Wasnt it obvious? I was here to be broken, abused, here to work and be hurt.

[Phantom]

He glanced at the uneaten bale of hay that lay within the corral's interior. He was slightly surprised that the mare hadn't touched it. Had the horse thought he had poisoned it or something? How lovely. For a moment he figured he should give the horse feed, seeing as feed smelled much more sweeter than they hay he had laid out. But he decided against it, and hoped Karla could make friends with the equine.

She tossed her head at the mare's strange words. "This is a place for horses, obviously" The mare snorted irritably "I live upon this place" She craned her neck around so that she could look at her owner before turning back to the dark mare again.[/color][/blockquote]

[Badger]

Pressed Against the fence, I snorted. Well, I figured, but I meant more specific. So what is this place? Slaughter, glue, ya know, all those. obviously, I had never been somewhere good, so I only named horrible places for a horse to be. Why bother naming good places? What were the chances it would be one of those places. But it did seem strange, this mare seemed so calm. Oh well, maybe she was just oblivios to her surroundings.

(sorry it took me forever to post)

[Phantom]

The mare's teeth bared but it looked as if the mare was laughing. She shook her head side to side "Slaughter?" She threw her head up and snorted again "I'm sorry to inform you, but this is certainly not slaughter. Do you scent the stench of fear in the air? For there is no fear here." She shakes her head again, releasing a shrill whinny "Only I, a stallion and a old gelding live here, and of course two humans. This human" She turns her head to face Kyle before looking to the mare again "Is my human. He does not slaugther horses. In fact, he hardly rides horses. He merely cares for us" She shakes her head again releasing another shrill whinny towards the mare.

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He realized that Karla was making alot of noise. At first he thought she was going to lash out at the new horse then he was surprised that she had not bit the new horse. For Karla usually bit other horses, no matter how young or old they were. He wasn't sure how long the little black mare would have to stay in that round pen, he would have gladly let her out, but then again she might decide to commit suicide by running into a fence board of some sort. He wasn't as good as used to be in the training of wild mustangs. He had gotten a bit lazy in that department nowadays.[/color][/blockquote]

[Badger]

Cares for you... Stop pulling my leg. Humans are put on earth to torture us, make us miserable, break our spirits. Caring? Now that my friend is a fairy tale. If course to me it was a fairy tale, I had never know even one soul who actually cared enough to feed me without beating me with a whip. How was I supposed to belive that humans were much diffrent from the ones I've expirienced?