Post by Nick Trent on Jul 30, 2009 18:06:12 GMT -6
Nicholas Tyson Trent
Only one that understands him is the horse...
Only one that understands him is the horse...
Black ford truck pulled up the gravel driveway, a small straight load horse trailer bumping along behind it. A teenage boy drove the truck proudly, while rocking out to Def Leopard. Slowly the truck came to a halt, and the thin boy stepped out. He wore black skinny jeans, and a tight band tee that represented 30 Seconds to Mars. Black and grey checkered vans covered his feet, not the most appropriate horse wear, but Nick Trent wasn’t worried. Blue eyes swept over the nice stables and a slight hint of a smile appeared on his pale face. A loud thud came from inside the trailer. Nick quickly glanced toward the small trailer and shook his head. Fancy calm down. He laughed slightly at his mares impatience, but knew he wouldn’t be laughing soon. A young boy came out to help Nick unload. Open the trailer door and run back to the stable. Seriously. The young boy looked at him as if he was joking. Nick nodded slightly and then entered the trailer. Ok, now! The boy swung the trailer doors open and the large Percheron mare backed out at a rather dangerous speed. Orbs quickly caught sight of the young boy who failed to run to the barn. Immediately the mare lunged, maw parted and ivories bared. Nick quickly pulled the mare’s head to the side just in time, get out of here! Can’t you listen? Finally the young boy ran towards the barn. Nick shook his head as he watched the boy leave. The punk boy had distinctly told the boy to leave after throwing the doors open. His mare was rather different than others. She seemed to hold a grudge against humans that is besides Nick.
Fancy as Hell, or Fancy, stood there calmly now. Twin audits pricked forward. Her dull grey dappled coat was drenched with sweat from the ride over, but none the less she was here and safe. Nick laid a hand on his seventeen point two mare’s muscular shoulder and began walking her towards the stable. There really wasn’t anyone around that Nick would have to worry about. Usually Fancy was too violent when she got settled, but she was clearly stressed at the moment. Nick walked leisurely alongside his mare. Out of all the horses on his adoptions father’s ranch he chose to bring this one. If he wanted to bring some perfect horse then he could’ve brought an all too boring quarter horse. But Nick saw this as a great opportunity to further Fancy’s training. He had started from scratch with this mare, and had high hopes for her. Nick counted the stall numbers until he came to 25. Bright blue eyes looked inside and nodded with approval. Slowly he opened the stall and led the large mare in. Nick slipped off the navy blue halter and hung it on the hook outside. Fancy had made her way towards the front corner of the stall where the requested flake of hay was lying.
Nick departed himself from the stall and leaned against the wood, watching his mare. He would have to unload her tack here in a few minutes and move the truck out of the entrance of the barn. Pale hand moved towards his face to brush down his jet black hair. His tongue pressed against the inside of his mouth, messing with his two snake bites that lie in the corners of his mouth. The barn seemed rather empty, but it was still early morning.
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Sorry it's rather low in detail, and shorter than I like. But it was a quick type.