like the rodeo! [Spitz!]

[Forte!]

The rusty old pick-up pulled into the training area, its cargo creaking on the back. Ivan normally wouldn't have brought a new horse straight here - but the folks who had sold the Thoroughbred said that he needed to be straightened out. Apparently he was some sort of a demon on hooves. The Russian chuckled at the thought - a few good smacks with the whip and the spurs ought to settle him out. Besides, a thoroughbred could make good money racing. And money was always a good thing to have. With a growl, he stood up, grabbing his whip as he hopped out of the truck with all of the grace of an oversize elephant. Beady eyes flashed as he made his way around to the trailer to take a look at this 'demon'.

Enchanted Evening, he was called. Hardly a threatening name. Ivan eyed the bay neck, the muscles along the quarters. The stallion had been in better shape, that was obvious. Apparently no one had been able to ride him in quite a while. Well, it was time that someone gave him a good jerking around, and Ivan was that someone. Shifting in his calfskin boots, he stepped down from the side of the trailer and opened the back door, which fell to the ground with a crash. Still, the stall guard lay between him and the thoroughbred, and Ivan made his way up to the guard to get a better look at the stallion, shifting the tack so that it was well out of the trailer first.

"Let's see what kind of demon we are, shall we?" he growled with a chuckle, swinging open the stall guard and grabbing hold of the lead rope. The halter was a rope one - if Evening fought it would give him nasty cuts along his face. Keeping the whip at read, Ivan awaited the stallion's reaction to the freedom, sliding the rope with one hand around the open stall guard and tying it. That way, Evening couldn't simply bolt out of the trailer and leave Ivan behind him. That way, he was still trapped.

[Spitz]

Evening heard the door open and at the crash he let out a loud neigh. This man walked into the stables and held onto the rope which kept him from his freedom. Evening took a step forward and bucked a little, he wanted to get out and be free. The man was there, standing so Evening got his teeth around the arm of his shirt and tore a patch off. The stallion bucked a little more and took another step forward, spitting the sleeve out of his mouth. He then looked this man in the eye and snorted before letting out another neigh and lifting his front legs just a couple of feet above the ground.

Evening then stood still, he breathed slowly and would snort every now and then but he stayed 'calm'. He was only being like this so the human could make the next move and show him what this thing would do at his behaviour. The whip was in his hand and he had been whipped a lot of times so it wasn't much but the pain was horrible. Most people threatened and then let go as he started to act this way and that was fine with him as the further away he was the better.

[Forte!]

Ivan let out a snarl as the impotent little beast tore his shirt, and promptly tugged on the lead rope, hard. That ought to teach the little brat some manners. The rope halter grew tight and pinched around the stallion's nose and ears, and Ivan lashed him about the quarters with the whip for good measure. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but the noise was satisfying, a loud smack as leather met flesh. "Ah! So, you ARE a little demon! Well, that won't be long in you, now will it?" The stallion was lucky that his teeth had not met flesh. the punishment for that was a terrible one.

Then, with movements quicker than should be possible for such a large man, Ivan stepped in front of the stallion, hand braced on the lead rope as he untied it and slipped the loose end under his boot. Holding the whip at the ready, he advanced a step toward the stallion, eying him with beady black eyes so full of joy that it was frightening. He enjoyed being able to crush such a creature beneath his grasp. It was almost a delight for him. "Now. We can either wear you out in the trailer or in the saddle. And, I, for one, would like to see this bucking. So you'd best behave and get along nicely, or you'll find yourself bleeding before long."

[Spitz]

Evening felt the whip and the halter pinching his skin. The pain was horrible. He then saw the man walk infront of him and pricked his auds to catch the man's words. He then stepped forward, breathing slowly and looked into the man's eyes. He was certainly evil, not like any of the puny owners he had before who ran away quickly when they were near him.

Elizabeth leaned on the paddock gate "hello handsome" she said to Ivan. She looked at the horse and then flung herself over the fence "thats one bucking bronco you have there" she said. The horse was handsome, it was a shame for his temprement but she didn't care about it as it was a very pretty Thoroughbred.

Evening stared at the new human, a girl who seemed to like this piece of filth. He snorted a bit and neighed some more but didn't move a inch. The horse felt his eyes prick a little and a tear fell from his eye as this was unbearable for him.

[Forte!]

Ivan grinned, satisfied, and Evening's struggles ceased. He took a slow step backwards, guiding the whip behind the horse's hips to make his step forward. "Come on then, little devil, we'll see now what you can do," he kept stepping until he'd reached the end of the trailer, whip still at the ready behind Evening's hocks. Then, Elizabeth's sudden speech caused him to turn around abruptly, rapping Evening with the whip by accident, although it wasn't as if he really cared. With a sneer he stared at the little girl, young enough to be his daughter, and didn't say anything.

"We'll see how much bronco he still has when I'm done with him," growled Ivan simply, Tugging on the lead rope again as he stepped out of the trailer and hit the ground with a thud. He smacked Evening again with the whip, the leather length giving a satisfying crack as it landed across the horse's quarters. "Get out of there, you beast," the man snarled, beady eyes gleaming with pleasure at how completely he had dominated the horse. He saw the tear running down the brute's cheek, but put it down to bad eyes. That would have to be taken cared of.

[Spitz]

Evening stepped out of the trailer and jumped as the whip hit him again. He wasn't 'fixed', he wasn't soft at all. This was all a act and as soon as that man was on his back he would be back and the man would be unsaddled quicker than you could say whip. He looked at the girl and stood still, on the ground of the traning pen and flicked his ebony tail happily. This would certainly be fun.

Elizabeth stepped toward the horse, nodding at Ivan. She touched his muzzle and the horse immediatly flinched but relaxed as she started to stroke him some more. "There there, its ok" she said softly to Evening and walked to the horses side and then feeling down his legs. She was a qualified equine vet and checked for any damage to the leg to find the horse was fine. She looked into the horses eyes and saw the sadness that the whip was causing so she yanked it out of Ivan's hand. "Poor horse, no wonder its acting like a bronco" she said angrily and threw the whip into a nearby tree.

Evening nickered to the girl as she threw the whip and then nuzzled her hair. He was certainly happy now the whip was gone and flicked his tail happily and then looked at Ivan, his eyes said it all.

[Forte!]

Ivan glared at the girl as she took his whip, his face growing red with anger. "You'd best get that back, girl, before I call the cops on you," he snarled, eyes narrowing. Thankfully, he always had another whip on him - too many horses had simply tried to bite thorough them - and he kept this one firmly in hand, so that she could not grab it. As Evening began to nibble on her hair, he pulled down on the lead rope again and watched as the thin rope tightened, constricting the horse's head and muzzle. He glared at Elizabeth a little longer before turning away, a warning in his eyes, and whipping Evening about the quarters again to get him moving towards the training pen, where his tack was waiting.

Tying evening to the fence, Ivan picked up the saddle and began to advance. It was a broad saddle, perhaps too big for the thin back of the thoroughbred, but Ivan paid no mind to this. "Alright, buddy, you might as well stand still for this bit. Wouldn't want to wear you out before the saddle's even on," he said with a snarl, glancing over at Elizabeth. "You'd best leave me and my horse alone. It is illegal to steal, you know," he snarled, grabbing the saddle pad and preparing to toss the whole deal on Evening's back. The bridle was a mechanical hackamore - no more comfortable than a bit and a good bit crueler in the right hands.

[Spitz]

Evening stood still, he just wanted this guy on his back. He would certainly let the kind one ride him, this tow legged was mean. He nickered to her but knew it was no use so he lowered his head and then started to nibble at the grass through the fence. The saddle would be put on soon so he breathed in happily and waited for the saddle to go on and be fastened.

"Shut up old man, and anyway this is cruelty" Elizabeth said and she looked into the horses sad eyes but then saw the mischeif behind them. A smile appeared on her face but she then walked up to the horse and Ivan "you know what" she said and then hit Ivan hard. She then stroked Evening happily and stood, watching Ivan. She smiled evilly and then sat on the fence and next to the horse, swinging her legs happily.

[Forte!]

Ivan narrowed his eyes at her, snarling, "No, it is not cruelty. You would not know the cruelty that your own little fancy show jumpers are trained with," he spat on the ground in front of her. As she hit him, he didn't dodge. There was no power behind that wimpy little hit, no fury. He didn't budge as it landed on his chin. With a snarl, he retaliated as she sat on the fence post, throwing a massive punch into her jaw. "Leave now." He snarled, "Or I WILL have you arrested, you little twit."

With that, he tossed the saddle over Evening's back heavily. It landed with a 'thud' and most likely hurt the horse quite a bit. Like Ivan cared. As he drew the girth tight, he realized that the horse was sucking air, breathing in to make himself bigger, and he pulled on the lead rope again, hard, to make him stop. In the direct aftermath, he drew the girth up sharply, fastening it tightly around Evening's barrel. Then he grabbed the mechanical hackamore, removed the halter, and bridled Evening quickly. He was ready to irde this bronc, for better or worse.