Jet

The gate was opened and a few men pulled on a rope. "Come on, you stubborn beast!" One of the men shouted. The stallion resisted for the longest time. It took six men to finally pull the angry shire horse into the ring. He bucked, sending one of his captors to the ground. Then he galloped around the corral as if to say: I'll always be wild, and there's nothing you can do about that.

There was another man at a podium. "This is a fine horse, folks. He's willful, but don't let that get to you. He's capable of doing hard work around the farm. And, let me tell you, he won't let any trespassers onto your property!" He called out. "Can I hear $2000?"

Sin

Sin returned to the city, this time with a stock trailer hitched to his dodge truck. Pulling in behind the auction house, he bought his number and went into the rink just as Jet had entered. "2000, that thing's barely worth 500." He grumbled to himself, but held up his number anyway. "twenty five." (hundred of course) The beasts wildness would be wonderful for fighting, and to him, the best animal to fight were such massive beasts, for when they fought, they looked like gods clashing.

Jet

Jet continued to gallop around the ring, ready to plow down anything that got in his way. The man looked up at Sin and began speaking again. "We've got $2500 right here! Can I hear $3000?" Hearing nobody else call out, he continued. "Going once, going twice...SOLD!"

The men groaned and chased Jet, but with little luck. After much struggle they had him cornered and tied down, waiting for the horse's new owner to come and claim him.

Sin

He smiled and walked down. Taking the ropes from the men before nodding to them. He handed the auctioneer his money. "I'll have to leave soon, I hope you don't mind if I pay you up front." Without waiting he pulled at the horse. Then thought of a better idea. He took a bandana from around his belt and tied it to the horses face. Covering his eyes, Then gave a harsh tug and pulled him forth to put him in the trailer.

Jet

The auctioneer greedily took the money. Jet resisted for as long as he could, but when his sight was blocked out he went without a fight. Now all he wanted was to be around other horses. Mares, mostly.

Sin

After loading the horse into the trailer, Sin looked at another horse in the distance, Morbid. "Well well, this maybe my lucky day." He said. Closing up one of the dividers for jet. Though he didn't take off the blind fold. Not yet anyway.

Morbid

He stood, stock still in the trailer, his eyes closed but his ears ever moving. His breathing was heavy and labored, but not from exertion. From excitement. He had almost killed the man, but the another bastard had attacked him from behind, whipping him hard. He would have struck out if it had not been for.... Oh hell. He should have struck out when he had the chance. Fire hues shimmered and glistened with blood, and his eyes landed on Jet. Where is it we go now? Came the hiss of the giant.