Post by Deleted on May 14, 2015 11:22:46 GMT -5
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was to convince the world that he didn't exist..
It had only been a few days that Rock of Ages Racing had finally settled in at Green Horse Fields. El Diablo, however, was still adapting. A groom in his early twenties, spry and quiet, carried a water bucket past a number of stalls. As he ventured down, he was caught offguard by the jet black head that snaked out of the stall with ears buried against the side of the colt's skull and the flash of teeth that the groom didn't doubt for a second would maim him if his reaction time wasn't quick enough. With a surprised yelp, water splashed the ground as he jumped back, eyeballing the coal-black yearling that glowered back at him.
"He doesn't get any nicer the longer you stare at him," The male vocals cut through shortly and the groom spun around to see the forty-year-old tattooed and pierced owner of the barn the colt belonged to watching him.
"Sorry sir. I--I didn't know he was moved." The groom sputtered. When he made eye contact with the yearling once more, Dee's ears slammed back down against his head as he gave a shriek and assaulted the stall door with one forehoof in a deafening crash.
"Your best bet, brother, is just giving that stall a wide berth from here on out." The male, Danny, advised flatly. "You're upsetting him. Beat it."
The groom couldn't get out of there fast enough. Danny exhaled slowly, moving toward the stall, watching the colt wrinkle his features and pin his ears at him.
"What's going on, Demon Seed?" Danny muttered to the colt, unable to help but be moderately amused. It didn't shock him that Dee seemed to seek out the unsuspecting victims. He was an imposing looking colt. Already standing at close to sixteen hands as a yearling and with big hocks, they suspected Dee would only get bigger. He was a burly colt, too, and imposing looking. His nasty disposition just made him all the more daunting even for a yearling.
"Danny, what the hell was that?" Danny looked over to as his long-term girlfriend of five years, Mia, who was in the office in a swivel-chair, rolled the chair toward the doorway and leaned back to peer outward, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Your colt," Danny chuckled, shaking his head.
"Oh, leave him alone," Mia got up and went to the stall. When she opened it, Dee pinned his ears and gave her a stony look.
"Hey," She warned him, scratching the black colt's chest. "You bite me and you're in trouble,"
"Oh okay, so you won't try to eat her," Danny said dryly, but he already knew that while the yearling hated everybody else, he didn't in fact hate Mia. It might have had to do with the fact that she had basically had her hands on him since he was born and refused to be intimidated by his tantrums.
"He's just a baby, quit picking on him," Mia made a face, rubbing Dee's forehead as he pushed his head under her arm in a bit of a pushy, brutish fashion.
"I'm not picking on him, we're probably going to end up losing staff because of him," Danny protested with a laugh, raising his hands defensively before crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well, we might think about putting a stall guard over the top of his stall," Mia suggested, looking over at Danny and swatting at the yearling's muzzle when he tried to clip his teeth on her clothing.
"That or have people carry baseball bats when they have to handle him," He said facetiously, heading into the office and adding "Fitting him with a Hannibal Lecter mask."
"Danny!" Mia hissed, trying to stifle a laugh but heard him laughing from inside the office. She rolled her eyes, reaching for the colt's halter, studchain and lead shank, buckling it to his head and led him over to the crossties, checking it every so often and growling "No" when the big colt got a little bit too strong.
It had only been a few days that Rock of Ages Racing had finally settled in at Green Horse Fields. El Diablo, however, was still adapting. A groom in his early twenties, spry and quiet, carried a water bucket past a number of stalls. As he ventured down, he was caught offguard by the jet black head that snaked out of the stall with ears buried against the side of the colt's skull and the flash of teeth that the groom didn't doubt for a second would maim him if his reaction time wasn't quick enough. With a surprised yelp, water splashed the ground as he jumped back, eyeballing the coal-black yearling that glowered back at him.
"He doesn't get any nicer the longer you stare at him," The male vocals cut through shortly and the groom spun around to see the forty-year-old tattooed and pierced owner of the barn the colt belonged to watching him.
"Sorry sir. I--I didn't know he was moved." The groom sputtered. When he made eye contact with the yearling once more, Dee's ears slammed back down against his head as he gave a shriek and assaulted the stall door with one forehoof in a deafening crash.
"Your best bet, brother, is just giving that stall a wide berth from here on out." The male, Danny, advised flatly. "You're upsetting him. Beat it."
The groom couldn't get out of there fast enough. Danny exhaled slowly, moving toward the stall, watching the colt wrinkle his features and pin his ears at him.
"What's going on, Demon Seed?" Danny muttered to the colt, unable to help but be moderately amused. It didn't shock him that Dee seemed to seek out the unsuspecting victims. He was an imposing looking colt. Already standing at close to sixteen hands as a yearling and with big hocks, they suspected Dee would only get bigger. He was a burly colt, too, and imposing looking. His nasty disposition just made him all the more daunting even for a yearling.
"Danny, what the hell was that?" Danny looked over to as his long-term girlfriend of five years, Mia, who was in the office in a swivel-chair, rolled the chair toward the doorway and leaned back to peer outward, eyeing him suspiciously.
"Your colt," Danny chuckled, shaking his head.
"Oh, leave him alone," Mia got up and went to the stall. When she opened it, Dee pinned his ears and gave her a stony look.
"Hey," She warned him, scratching the black colt's chest. "You bite me and you're in trouble,"
"Oh okay, so you won't try to eat her," Danny said dryly, but he already knew that while the yearling hated everybody else, he didn't in fact hate Mia. It might have had to do with the fact that she had basically had her hands on him since he was born and refused to be intimidated by his tantrums.
"He's just a baby, quit picking on him," Mia made a face, rubbing Dee's forehead as he pushed his head under her arm in a bit of a pushy, brutish fashion.
"I'm not picking on him, we're probably going to end up losing staff because of him," Danny protested with a laugh, raising his hands defensively before crossing his arms over his chest.
"Well, we might think about putting a stall guard over the top of his stall," Mia suggested, looking over at Danny and swatting at the yearling's muzzle when he tried to clip his teeth on her clothing.
"That or have people carry baseball bats when they have to handle him," He said facetiously, heading into the office and adding "Fitting him with a Hannibal Lecter mask."
"Danny!" Mia hissed, trying to stifle a laugh but heard him laughing from inside the office. She rolled her eyes, reaching for the colt's halter, studchain and lead shank, buckling it to his head and led him over to the crossties, checking it every so often and growling "No" when the big colt got a little bit too strong.