Post by hasbeensoprano on Jun 27, 2011 3:08:07 GMT -5
Having gotten El Diablo onto the trail without too much of a hassle, Mag exhaled slowly, taking up slack in the reins as she reached down and rubbed the black three year old colt's neck. Mag was one of the few people Dee actually liked, aside from his regular exercise rider/jockey Brittany. Anyone else was on Dee's "s" list. As Mag made her way onto the trail, she watched the black colt's ears swivel to and fro. She kept an eye out for anything that might catch either of them off guard. It wasn't spooking that Mag was concerned about, no, it was that Dee would literally try to take it out. Having the colt kick a jogger or anyone else was not something Mag wanted any part of.
They continued walking down the trail at a steady pace. Dee dropped his muzzle to his chest. He was one of the few horses Mag knew that would actually go on the bit. Mag kept the ring bit on him since Dee was so ridiculously powerful and his volatile actions could be hard to control at times. But at the moment, Dee's ears flipped from side to side, taking in every sound made. El Diablo was a beast, but he was also the epitome of an athlete.