Something Wicked This Way Comes

[Lost]

It was early afternoon as the most unlikely pair appeared on the horizon - a young woman on a dirty mount, the former usual unnecessary force to which the latter willing complied.

"Get on, you idiot," Faith berated her mare as her legs slapped against her sides again, urging her to go faster. Willow, who had been with her new mistress for only one afternoon, broke into a steady canter, hoping that this was what Faith wanted. Since she had arrived from the long lorry journey, it seemed that no matter what the mare did, it was always wrong. She had been riding through this new place for several hours now, with Faith kicking her roughly or yanking against the bit to control her speed, but Willow would not complain. She would do her duty and look after her new mistress.

Faith, who believed horses to be evil, vicious creatures, paid no attention to her horse's obviously suffering - the dirt caked legs that had not rested since the early hours of the morning, the sore mouth from the string of the bit, and battered sides from her sharp aids. It didn't matter as far as she was concerned. She would rope a horse, break it, win a couple of shows, and then her father would give her the stud farm. Easy money. With a grin, she kicked Willow again, not bothering with a verbal insult this time, just repeating her kicks until the mare starting to gallop, paying no heed to the rough ground. Something caught her eyes, and she yanked hard on the right rein, wheeling the horse about, who by some miracle did not loose balance nor stumble. Yanking again, Faith forced the horse to a halt, and jumped off to look closer at the ground. A hoofprint - and not one with a shoe attached to it. A wild horse then.

Dragging Willow back towards her, the girl scrambled back on with a grin. This was going to be easier than she thought.

[Frenzi™]

Jink had been just trotting aimlessly, thinking about possibly going down to the Wrangler's Area to see what trouble she could stir up there, but this time, trouble had come her way, and out of the blue, too. The sun shone down brightly, the afternoon heat wearing down everything the rays touched, sheens of sweat breaking over the horse's hides, giving them all a shining look. Though there were always some horses that shone just by walking on this ground, in the shade or not. The palominos, the tekes, and many other different kinds, though all shine in one way or another, whether it be in coat or intelligence.

The golden sunset color female lifted her deilcate cranium, orbs locking onto that of an equine and it's rider. The labored breathing of the beast reached Jink, her nostrils flaring to catch the scent. It might've been her imagination, but the beast was covered in sweat, as if it had been out all day, and maybe there was a tiny hint of the salty tang known as blood, though she couldn't tell exactly.

Her nape arched undignantly as she stepped out, quite into view of the rider and beast. Her orbs stabbed towards the pair, glaring with menace. Her maw parted and cranium raised as her screaming vocals split the air with force beyond that of any equine. Her front legs raked the air as she rose into a rear, ebon locks flying around her nape.

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[Spitz]

Floyd lifted his head and trotted over to Jink "a human" he said calmly and took another bite of grass remembering where he was "oh umm..." he said and sighed "don't tell but I was a tame horse just before I came here and I can prove it" he said lifting up his hood and the horseshoe was nailed in his hoof "they are really heavy to start with but you soon become used to it" he said.

He wondered what it would be like to be captured and into the tame life again. He looked at Jink and nuzzled her kindly "it will be ok" he said quietly and looked up again to see a human on a tame horse coming on the horizon. He snorted as he saw how much the horse was being hurt and he smiled "I will get captured and teach that human how to ride" he said and winked.

[Frenzi™]

Jink//

Jink's ears flicked as she heard another set of hoofprints, and as she landed with a loud thud back on the earth, her nostrils flared, recognizing the scent of Floyd, one of the other in the herd. Her boa didn't move, though the wind had finally kicked up and sent her black tassels flowing. A hark turned towards Floyd, still keeping her fiery eyes on the human and her pet, body rigid in every muscle. "I know it's a two-leg," she hissed, a sharp snort escaping her maw as her front stool stabbed the ground with vigor. Now the secret washed into her mind, her eyes softened slightly, "it matters not to me," her tunes spilt, tone softened considerably. No, it wasn't the horses that had become tame that her heart filled with hate.

It was the equines that chose to go quietly, or continue to live their miserable lives out in the dark stalls they were always confined to. That the equines were always lashed with sharp spur and pulled at with the shining bit. The hardness came into her eyes once more as the thoughts ran through her cranium, but Floyd spoke again. "I will never need to get used to them," she said, venom dripping in her voice. She felt his maw on her shoulder, though it did nothing to ease her rigid muscles. Now his next words came, and the moment they came out, Jink's ivories came around and snapped, purposely missing him.

"You will do no such thing!" she snarled, her orbs flashing angrily. She was Duchess, and he was a Knight. There wasn't much difference between the two, but Jink's position gave her the right to her actions, quite thankfully, or else there would have been a great and tremendous issue. Her tone and actions were so unlike the lights, why she thought herself a neutral, but settled into the lights to try and bring it back out. Yet she herself did not believe she would ever be truly light. That wasn't a problem though, lights or neutrals went into the dark lands and became dark, why couldn't it be the other way around? When the equine really tries?

[Spitz]

Floys sighed and pawed the ground and a small tear escaped his eyes and ran down his ebony cheek "I do not belong here, I belong...there" he whispered but it was loud enough for the mare to hear him. "So I must go, to the camp where my destiny awaits" he neighed and reared high. The breeze blew threw his mane and his tail thrashed wildly in the wind as he stood tall on his hind legs happily.

As he dropped to the ground he nodded to Jink and said his last words "you may have power, but I have my own choice" he chuckled "tell Vastos will you". Floyd looked around and at the two-legged "now, I must find a way to escape" he said and then galloped into the forest, swerving in and out of the trees until he was at the borders of the land "goodbye" he neighed to the herd and galloped again across the plains and toward where he would be captured at last.