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Date Posted: 15:40:26 07/07/04 Wed In reply to: + Peytona 's message, "+ Early Mornin'" on 14:30:50 07/07/04 Wed  {I’ll make something up for how Ambition got out to the paddocks} It was indeed a stunning morning, the calm atmosphere practically alive with the torrent of eager emotions released by the equines and humans alike. On days like today, one was able to believe that nothing could go wrong, and perhaps by clinging to that hope, all the daily chores and happenings would truly run along smoothly. A few glitches were allowed, but it was preferred that only one or two popped up. Even the paddocks seemed to be radiating with a luxurious green sheen due to the lingering remains of dew upon the lush green blades beneath the timid rays of the sun, creating an overall lavish and pleasing scene. With the first timid rays of sun working diligently to return all the wondrous colors to the world, a solitary smudge of golden chestnut could be spotted in one of the large paddocks near the far end of Madras. It was one of the newer arrivals of equines to this peaceful village, a stallion to be more precise, by the name of Kindled Ambition. Not too many people were aware of his existence, but exist he did, and with a rather proud manner to boot. From the delicate curves of his auds down to the last silken strand of his tail, this stallion’s conformation was nearly flawless. Of course, he needed more work to reach up to the high expectations and standards set for the horses here, but with the right kind of touch, that could be achieved in less time than estimated by his former owners. A quick glance made it evident that he was the first one out today, and rightly so since the chestnut stallion had practically thrown one unmistakable temper tantrum just a few hours after he’d been put away for the night with Peytona. No no, he hadn’t harmed the prized mare, in fact, he hadn’t so much as bared his ivories at her in threat. Even the stall was left completely intact, as so with the feed buckets, troughs, doors, walls… nothing had been destroyed. Why? That would’ve meant that the mare would’ve had to go through the bother of changing stalls until that one had been fixed, and the stallion didn’t want that. He just wanted out. It was stuffy and filled with overwhelming scents of mares, some in heat. So in order to let the night-grooms know that he no longer wished to be in there despite the fact that he adored Peytona’s company, he’s simply trumpeted out his discontent until they’d come to quickly lead the stallion out and away from the mares and especially Peytona. After he’d been brought out the barn doors, the unfortunately very misinformed groom who’d attempted to lead the stallion all by himself had been faced with an unmovable frame of muscle and bone with an unmatched stubbornness displayed plainly in view. After an embarrassing few minutes, the groom had grudgingly allowed the Kid to trot on over to the paddocks and stay out there for the rest of the night. After that nightly masquerade, the stallion had contently dozed under the moonlight, his body relaxed yet his auds and nares forever on guard. Come the morning, he was invigorated and keen to see the mare again, and perhaps even exercise a bit. Senses alerting him that his surroundings were beginning to stir, he’d immediately approached the gate to press his chest against the wooden bars and release his shrill whinnies in impatience. A full hour or so later when the air had warmed up to a more comfortable temperature than before, the fidgety equines were led out one by one with the stallion staring fixedly at the entrance to the mare’s barn. Finally, catching sight of the familiar figurine, he’d eagerly paced along the fence, tossing his head and snorting continuously until Carlos had released the mare into his paddock. Ignoring the man completely, which was a rather good reaction since he would normally have tried to bite at him, he’d proceeded to trot along beside the mare, his own strides effortless and smooth with a slight bounce to it, his heels flicked up with exaggerated motion. Sleek nape kept arched into an elegant line to mirror what the mare was doing, he wanders away a few strides before changing gaits and taking it up a notch. Now at a fluid canter, he explored the full length of his paddock before swerving and returning to the mare, then repeating his energetic antics again. A few quick bobs of his head given to acknowledge the mare’s rearing, he simmers to a trot so she wouldn’t feel pressured to speed up anymore, he slid to a stop on the damp footing when Peytona ceases her own momentum at the sight of a strange creature. His own brown voids having followed her gaze, he noticed what had caught her attention. A deer. The stallion had seen a few of those before, but not live ones, rather, limp ones with crimson patches staining their pelt. Silently watching as it bounded away into the sheltering foliage, he lightly lashes out at the fence with his hindpedates creating a soft ‘thump’ of hoof colliding with wood. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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