Morbid Temptation .+. Man

Bam, bam, CRASH Massive daggers kick constantly at this enclosing that I'm held in. My eyes roll, and I rear up suddenly in the small trailer, kicking out more as I reach the end of my tether. Suddenly we stop, and I nearly fall as my body slams into the barrier at my side. A dark hiss escapes my red body, and I let out a piercing scream, a dark challenge to any and all. I was hell on wheels, I'll be the first to admit it. Sunlight suddenly pierces through the dark trailer, and I turn my large head to face the man who had stolen me from my previous home. Death shall come to thee Its as if he reads my black eyes, for I watch as a shudder goes through him. A dark smirk crosses my lips, and I raise my warlander/thoroughbred dial and let loose an ear piercing scream. Three seperate ropes come round my neck, and I see two more men now. The first man releases the tether at my head, and I come charging out of the trailer, making a break for freedom, but these three men are wise for one had tied the rope to a post to make sure I got no where. As I hit the ropes end, I yank hard and rear back, striking out at the first man. He steps out of my range, and their constant yelling angers me further. Didn't they ever shut up? I halt, pawing at the ground and leave deep furrows in my massive daggers path. I stood at a royal seventeen hands high, and I looked as a true king should. Its his turn next, mates! Calls one of the men. I can see the sweat dripping down their faces, and I bare my teeth to them all. I was ready for anything. Suddenly they turned me loose into an open pen, all of them still holding tightly to the ropes as I began to charge around and around. My muscles bunch and flex beneath a coat of red, the color of flames. The announcer boomed into a microphone A real fireball here, ladies and gentlemen. This stallion was captured up high in the mountains, and appears to be a thoroughbred draft type breed. Quick on his feet, and a temper from Hell (crowd chuckles) He'd be a real asset to any breeder who wants some fire in their herd, or...For darker purposes. No slaughter houses, folks.

Aurora ++ Castaway

Aurora steadily,well not that steadily clutched Castaway's reins with all her might, kicking her sides, nto roughly though. Usually she didn't have to kick Castaway. But today she was acting quite lazily. From jumping to barrels. She seemed bored. So, Aurora had a little birdie tell her about an auction.
How badly she wanted her own Ranch to run.
Without anyone else's rules! Oh, how splndid that'd be...Except for the fact she only has one horse, Castway. You can't exactly build a hudge horse ranch with one horse,easily.
Her touge clucked dozens of times. Castaway's shiny palimino colored harks flickered this and that way at the sound of dirt beneath her hooves.
Slowing finally, Aurora hitched the Paint mare to run and see who or what was up for bid. She saw a lovely-but strong willed looking stag. Her eyes widened curiously,wondering what he'd go for. Before she raised her hand to arrogantly; she awaited for the bidding to begin. She almost shook in her seat with anticipation.

Castaway bucked, well nearly bucked in a way of feeling Aurora's everso fly way of holding still.

Morbid Temptation

His movements stretched out, his long legs reaching further and further as he picked up the gaits of his ancestors. His coat was made of fire, at least it seemed that way as the lights flickered over his pelt. A scream pierced the air as he halted, letting out a challenge to any and all. The men inside all let loose of the ropes, there was no need to hold him since he was in a confined area. They quickly exited, and they were lucky to for the stallion came flying after them as he felt his neck and head released. Alright folds, do I hear $1000, do I hear a thousand? A cheap price for a stallion such as himself, but when you had his temperment...You learned to ease up on things. He raced to the center now, and stood on hind legs. He lifted himself to the sky and let loose another scream. One of the weaker women in the crowd screamed as well. Hes a crazy animal! Crazy! She yelled. She was soon quieted. Morbids ears flicked backwards, and he snorted. This was not his enviroment, not his area. Suddenly his thorns pinned into his mane, making them seem to melt as he flew forward and raced once more, all grace and ease. Could she handle him?

Aurora.Miller. ++ Castaway

Sparkling optics, not only sprakled, but they gleamed with a challendge, a daring one.
"$2,000."
She spirted, odd enough to call a price. But she had to let loose somehow. She had somewhat a auction fever. She was currently burning up.

Castaway in the distance danced in place. She felt tension, she steadily lifted her plush into the air to scent something---another equine. She looked somewhat like a dog, raised up on her hidn legs with her nose to the air. Nares flared briefly. She pawed gently, not raisng very high. She let out a peircing whinny in reply.

Morbid Temptation

His stride lengthened at the sound of another, of a mare. He called once more to her, bouncing up and down on his hind legs, half rearing. If someone could get him to calm down, the stallion would make an excellent dressage champion, or even a racer. He snorted, as the final call was given. Two thousand going once. Going twice. Sold! For two thousand dollars. He saw the men come out of the doors, and he pinned back his ears even farther until they were invisible in his mane. They got him backed into a corned, each picking up one of the ropes that was on him and began to drag him out.

Unable to hold him, one of the men decided to sedate the proud stallion. It took five of them to hold Morbid, but they got the sedative in his system. When Aurora would walk up, the proud stallion would be listless and carefree. A far cry from the mighty being he was. The men waited for Aurora, ready to be rid of the giant stallion.

Aurora.Miller. ++ Castaway

Aurora walked through the corral(?) her legs trembled a little, from sitting for what felt like a while.
Castaway so happened to 'talk back'. She whinny carried on for a hint longer."Whom am I speaking to?"
Whinnied the palimino filly with a firey spunk to her voice, but she was sweet, and rather collected for a young mare.
Aurora strode towards the stallion, two more steps. In talking range.
"I'll call up for a trailer to come get him."
Aurora wasn't sure where she'd keep two horses, but it was going to be do able. She planned on a Ranch---even if it killed her. Her slender femine hands reached out to the stallion, bluring out anyone talking. Her striking hazel voids watched his. Hoping to catch his attention.
"You'll be one happy fella, Castaway would love a friend. She is quite a fiesty one."

Morbid Temptation

He couldn't move. He knew he should pull away, avoid the contact, but his legs felt as if they were made of lead. All he could do was give a groan. In a dark voice, that was more of a murmer he replied to Castaway Morbid Temptation. Everyone calls me Morbid. He lifted his head, trying to gain his regal stallion composure, and managed to lift it a few inches. Then he let out a sigh or weariness. He may be an imperial beast, but he couldn't fight the sedative they had given him.

The men nodded, then handed over the stallions ropes. One man even said to her Watch him. Hes a harsh fellow, with a bad bite. Just because your a lass, don't mean nothing to him. He has no name, so name him as you wish. He came from the mountains, but he looks as if hes from good breeding. Have fun, mate. Thats all I can say. With that, the men walked away.

Aurora.Miller. ++ Castaway

Aurora gave a little nod as the ropes were handed to her. Only if there were horse trailer-ers everywhere. She mumbled quietly; in her thoughts. Optics raised to watch the sedated steed. She figured; well she'd have to get him home by walking. Alone.
Castaway, in the distance tugged at her reins youthfully. Not enjoying the stance of just being still. Aurora watchd the brute. "Come with me, please....." She said aloud she stepped afew paces forward, hoping he'd follow steamlessly, he could be nutzo when she got him to his paddock, just hopefulyl somewhatclam on the way home. And hopefully he got along with Castaway.
"C'mere....boy.
She said. Thinking brieflyof what the man had said. No name, eh. No name! She'd think of somthing...good.

Morbid

At the slight tug, his immediate response was to plant his feet and run. If only if only. At the tug he did resist, but only as much as he could but then he heaved a sigh. Lets get this over with, eh? His steps were long, about three of the girls if he lengthened them but for now it would only take two of hers. And a lot of patience. Step, stop. Jesus he was dizzy. Just keep going, Morbid. Talk to the mare, she'll keep you awake. How...Long you been with....The Human? He mumbled. Even sedated, he sounded sexy and from an exotic land. His father, in fact, had been from Spain giving his son the slight accent in his tone.

Aurora.Miller. ++ Castaway

Aurora,pleased,drifted to her horses saddle. Hoping,maybe,possibly he would follow alright.
Castaways head jerked up as Aurora swung her leg over, hitting the mare's side hard. But with accident.
"Sorry Cast, I'm tired."
Castaway snorted slightly. Happy to see another equine.
I'd say two years..."
She said, watching the handsum brute with a slight intrest. She shook her paliminoe colored head. Taking a few steps on forward.

Morbid Temptation

He moved forward with them, his long stride easily keeping up. He was just so tired, he really was. So, where are we going? He asked quietly. His long tail swished behind him, and he let out a soft sigh. So tired, yes so tired but he would not show weakness to them. He threw his head, an attempt to shake off the sedative and low and behold, it didn't work. Well, damn. It was worth a shot though, right?

Aurora.Miller. ++ Castaway

Castaway's banner lifted just a bit, balancing herself out. Auds swiveled as Morbid spoke. "Actually I dunno. Possibly a paddock, thats where I usually stay. We've been shifting from place to place."

Morbid

Mmm. Was his only response to that. He had been held in barb wire fences, nearly seven feet tall. Once he had been tied to the bumper of a truck, but that had gotten the man no where for the stallion had ended up taking off the bumper and was on his way to freedom. That is, until he went between two trees that the bumper didn't fit through. He had been dazed, for he had hit the end of the tether at a dead run and fell when he hit. No shock, eh?

Aurora.Miller. ++ Castaway

A snort was given from Castaway. She felt bad, honestly. She wasn't good with questions...Well that one probably only madehim feel more uncomfortble than before because now he didn't realy know who was on track.

Morbid

Now I have no where left to go

His eyes lifted, and he let out a sigh. It expressed more then words ever could. I didn't always used to be like this. He said softly. He remembered when he was younger, and the small white filly he had loved playing with. Then...Humans had come along. They sure had knocked out all that play, and in turn made him a deadly being. One that was dark and thought himself to be indestructable. In his eyes, he was. Aye, that he was.

Castaway

Castaway snorted, to herself realy. Her long legs stroked the ground with a nice,easy steadiness. Her thinekr bobbed, she wanted to get home. And eat, she was hungry. To peices.