Just Atad Freaky

[sam]

Freakin' Nut... There wasn't even anything there to spook at! I grumbled as I stood, shaking some dirt off of me. Nut, my golden and black Thoroughbred, stood next to me. Being the weird filly she was, she had spooked at something (Nothing that I could see, and trust me, I checked.) and started some bucking fit. Once she threw me off the galloped a few strides away, turned around and started to dart the other way. By the time I stood up she just came trotting back at me, her head held proudly high. The little freak.

If she could, I knew she would just be laughing at me. Her muzzle darted forwards now, nipping at my shoulder before I could swat at her nose. What am I suppose to do with you after you retire? I said with a small chuckle as I gathered the reins and put on boot in the stirrup. With a mighty heave, I pulled and pushed myself up onto her back. It's a good thing my legs were flexible, other wise there was no way that I could have gotten myself back on her.

Now upon the beast, I fixed my other iron stirrup around my boot then glanced around. Hopefully no one had noticed the small mishap but I had little to be embarrassed of, I decided as I easily asked her into a walk. Not many had the patients to deal with my little Nut.

As if on cue, the buckskin filly under me threw her head up, her front legs skimming off the ground before going into a graceful trot. I learned quickly that punishing her for her little mishaps weren't going to do anything. She would learn that day not to do it again, but she would just do it again the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that. As if her memory just blocks out any negative punishment given to her. With a stern hand, I pulled her back down to a walk, though her legs came high from the ground with every step, trying her best to trot without really trotting.

[sam]

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[fate]

ooc: hope you don't mind me joining in. ,3

I sighed and the copy cat beside me heaved out a sigh as well… Shaking my head I moved my hand up to pat the colt’s neck. He bobbed his head up and down before nickering. Of course, the Lord would be loud and of course he would be talkative. This time we were here on the trails…Lord was fully tacked up in his racing tack, only to try and get him to get use to all of it. He was yet to even have his first race, but this was more training than anything else. The dark bay colt just moved close besides me, his head almost touching my shoulder. This was all new to him, and to my surprise he had yet to spook at anything. I glanced around the trail before taking another step with his reins in my right hand. It was all going smoothly and no one really was here… Quite a surprise since it was spring… Lord was still bordered at my dad’s farm since I haven’t been able to find anyone to take me and the wild colt in. Hopefully it would be soon because dad’s slowly losing his patience with the lord due to his loud wake up calls. “Crazy horse…” I merely numbered those words as my dark brown eyes narrowed, wondering what would Lord’s first race be like.

Right now, I wanted to ride the colt instead of walking along side. It has been about an hour or two since we got here and my feet were starting to kill me without a single break. It was silent here too besides a few birds singing in a safe distance as Lord threw his head up and stopped. Ears prickled and he almost jumped…at first I thought he saw something or maybe he was just being the same insane horse as if he was out in the padlock. Grabbing the reins with both hands now, I stared to where he stared out. Nothing was there, but I didn’t move. Maybe he heard or saw something I didn’t… I knew enough that it takes a few seconds for you to actually hear what they must have heard. Then I heard it, the crackling of the ground with heavy belts…someone must have either bolted or just allowed their horse to gallop – which isn’t smart since it is a bit rocky here. Taking a step forward – a few actually – Lord followed right behind me this time… Having his head high up with his nose brushing the hair slightly, kind of creepy feeling him breathe down on me. His hoof beats moved into more of a prance-like beat then the normal walk. Turning the corner, I raised my eyebrow as I stared at buckskin filly and her rider. “Hi there!” I moved my now free left hand up to wave toward the rider with a nod. A smile crawled onto my lips as I turned toward the filly. She was a beauty and probably a few hands taller than Lord. Though, the vet did say he was going to grow to about seventeen hands. “So was this the troublemaker who we heard galloping?”

characters: Rokuro Delacroix && My Lord's Nightmare.

[sam]

((lol Of course not! Well as long as you don't mind the horrible, just-woke-up, no-muse post I'll make! lol))

I glanced over my shoulder to spot a boy and his horse. My eyes skimmed over the colt first. A little on the small side, dark bay colt. Probably Thoroughbred. I looked more closely to see his younger features. Mostly his short mane and tail gave it away. Must be a yearling then. That explains why the rider wasn't on him.

It was her, I said as I put enough pressure on the bit for the filly to stop, highly annoyed with me. Then she followed my gaze to the yearling. She spun on her fore limbs to face the yearling. A high pitched squeal came from her as I managed to keep the reins tight in my hands. Little freak spooked at nothin' just to throw me off, I said with a playful glare down at the filly. It was pretty much wasted. I could be nothing more then side reins to the buckskin now.

Nut simply pawed at the ground while another loud, high pitch squeal escaped around the bit and out her parted velvet lips. Anyways, I began turning my gaze up to the rider and colt. Name's Sam, I introduced before glancing down at the golden filly. And this is Nut, I told him. Or Nutter, or Nutty-Buddy, or Nuts-o, or Crazy, or Insane. When she was born she was suppose to have the name Trudy or Truly, (From The True Nut) but instead her insanity proved itself far too strong for such a common, girly, and sane name.

Heavy hooves still pawed at the ground, digging a hole in front of her. Will you quit it? I muttered, attempting to draw some attention to me by wiggling the bit. Instead Nut just switched legs. I sighed mental and gave up on the lost cause and turned my attention on the boy again.