Vampirate

The ebony demon was beginning to grow extremely impatient as she listened and waited for the damned driver to get out of the truck and come around to get her the hell out of the cramped little trailer they had decided to cram her into. They had stopped about 6 or 7 minutes ago and still she had hear no evidence of any movement outside. Vampirate pinned her ears back in agitation and glared at the cold metal wall in front of her blazing hot eyes. Then she swiftly picked one enormous, rock solid, jacked up power house of a hind right leg and sent her larger than a plate sized hoof plunging into the door that concealed her. This sent the entire trailer rocking and a nice big indent in the door. The demon snorted contently and smirked, there was no way the driver would just sit and ignore that.

Soon enough Vampirate hear a door open and then slam shut followed by hurried and heavy footsteps around the side of the trailer and nearing her door. Ebony mare prepared to scare the bejeezus out of whomever was unlucky enough to open the door to her awaiting hindquarters but nothing happened, the footsteps stopped and there were now voices just on the other side of the door. "-gonna kick yer head in ye damn idiot. d'ya even know what you been trailerin?!" it was a husky low voice. "actually no sir, they jus said get 'er outa here. they didn't say nuthin 'bout what it was" this was a younger male voice "well jus git outa the way" replied the huskier voice in hurried manner. It was then that the door to the trailer behind me swung open followed immidiatly by the deadly dagger and leg. But to the mare's dismay there was no satisfying crunch of skull to gooey brain that she had been waiting for. Instead the little side door next to her head opened up exposing her sleek glossy black head to the sunlight. A gruffly looking man popped his head in and then reached to the clip of the halter, he grabbed it with one hand but instead of clipping a lead rope to it the guy took a chain ended leader and looped it under the side of the halter, over her nose and then under the other side and then clipped it to the metal loop underneath.

As soon as this was done he climbed into the trailer a bit signaling the mare to back out. Well, no signaling was needed in the first place for the giant demon had already stepped down from the trailer and onto the concrete ground and was backing up as quickly as possible to get away from the god foresaken metal box. Now Vampirate was in the sun and her true beauty showed. She stood 17.2 hands high. She was clearly built like a tank with the threatening ocean of rippling, pulsing muscles beneath the taught ebony hide. Her eyes were deep golden brown and at the dock of her tail and the nob at the top of her mane were red and white streaks. The only thing not black on her was the white feathers of her hind hoof. The man that had hold of her was surprisingly short for a handler and he had to tilt his head almost completely back to look at her. He held her good and tight as he looked around for the trainer to receive his instruction. Vampirate was too busy looking around to see the signals received by the trainer but after a moment she felt the chain around her nose tighten and she looked down to find that the handler was trying to make her walk. She stared at him for a moment but then complied so the man wouldn't die struggling to make the huge mare move. So she set off after him, her ginormous steal daggers struck the ground with steady, tremendous force. It was a calm but powerful walk and it sent little bits of sparks flying from the cement every so often, this amused the demon very much. They entered the sales barn through two big double doors, they walked about halfway down an isle when the handler suddeny stopped and turned towards a very large stall with metal enforced wooden doors. On the door was a sign that read in huge letters:

Demon Of the Sea :: Vampirate
7 year old Friesian/ Gypsy Vanner / Shire mix
17.2hh
Strong Headed and Smart
Has promising training experience. But needs a firm hold.
Jumps with unbelievable grace, well proportioned, good in all eventing areas
Needs an owner who is ready to work hard and get good and sweaty and isn't afraid of a few bumps and bruises
$575 or best offer

Vampirate was led into the stall and then turned around. Obviously this imbecile expected her to stay in this stall because he began to reach up towards her head to take off her halter. Oh no no no no no you don't, Vampirate didn't agree to this at all so she simply kept walking right on back outside of the stall. Perhaps it was partially expected of her to do this for the handler didn't attempt to get her back in but instead simply tied her to the cross tie on the side of her stall, turned and opened a little cabinet and pulled out lunge-line and a lunge whip. Vampirate tossed her head and slammed a hoof into the isle flooring at the sight. At that the hanlder quickly untied her so she wouldn't end up breaking somthing and then turned her and started walking down the rest of the isle. On the way they passed a few people who pressed themselves flat against the walls and stalls at the sight of the huge horse that was fast approaching. She however ignored them and followed the handler out into a large open ring. There was a man standing by the gate who took the lunge-line and replaced it with the chain lead and then he took the lung whip and took Vampirate into the ring. As soon as she was in the mare took the time to realize they had small jumps and ground poles set up in a circle. Her ears were at full attention and her stance showed she was ready as she awaited the sound of the lunge whip on the ground. As soon as she hear it she was off at a steady trot. Her gigantic feet were suddenly light as the feathers that drooped in silky rivlets around her daggers as she made her way over the ground poles and easily jumped, in fact practically walked over the jumps. She continued this trot for about 10 minutes until she heard the crack of the lunge whip that signalled for her to break to a canter and so she did.

Deliah

Deliah was leading White Desert around outside the corrals. The stallion pain was growing restless as he waited for his owner to show. Deliah climbed upon him, bareback. She held her hands lightly upon his neck, giving him simple commands on when to trot, walk, or canter. A nudge was given on either side to indicate a turn. The horse belonged to her younger friend, who was like her sister. They grew up together in Dawn's, the friend, older sister's gang, another friend. She was geeting Desert's saddle and everything else that was needed for Desert. A glance was given toward where the trailer was, that the driver had come around to open. For a moment curosity overcame her wondering what kind of horse was in there. From the sound of the kick again the trailer, it was a huge, powerful horse. Shock came to her face when another man appeared yelling at the guy that was about to open it. Obivously he was going something wrong. At the sound, Desert reared spooked from the sudden noise. Deliah didn't freak, and simply took care of the problem. Being around horses since she was a little girl she was a natural. "Shhh..." Her voice was soothing as she moved to his side, petting him. When she looked back one of the most beautiful horses she saw stood there. Her eyes widen as she took in every inch of the creature that stood infront of her. Deliah assumed the demoness was about 17 hands high on sight, from her distance. The red and white steaks in her mane was gorgeous. Her eyes roamed to the face, noting the golden eyes. The mare seemed lively and quite smart. She watched as Vampirate finally moved to where the trainer was trying to take her, although you could tell it was the mare that decided it. The handler was too small, and not strong enough to budge the magestic horse. Her arm tightened as Desert tried to move forth, to greet the newcommer. Wow boy she thought. None of that romeo, Deliah thought watching the mare still. She lost sight of the black goddess as soon as the man attempted to put her in the stall. Dissapointment came from her, she would of liked to question the handler about her, but refrained from doing so. Such a beautiful creature probably already had a home. A smile came when she saw the man bringing the mare back out. Perhaps she would get to see the mare be rode or something. Once again Desert tried to go forth, but Deliah knew his game all too well. It wasn't until she was led to the corral with obstacles, did Deliah go forth with Desert, making sure that he would be no problem or distraction. Standing at the fence, still holding onto the halter rope, she watched the mare begin going over the jumping and ground poles. Desert nickered a greeting to Vampirate trying to catch her attention. Amazed at the sight of the mare, Deliah jumped a bit when a hand touched her shoulder. Turning she saw Dawn, her friend, who was around 19 years old. Deliah was around 28 years old. A smile was given before she turned back around to watch as the mare picked up speed. Dawn joined her, making no move to take Desert yet.

Vampirate

It had now been about 10 minutes of cantering steadily, the demon was growing bored of the repetitive idiocracy of the people handling her. Her broad, tank-like chest heaved in steady unison with her heart as beads of dark sweat began to drench her already gleaming coat. Sturdy, trunk sized ebony legs moved with unending strength and persistence across the dirt trodden ground as her all too large daggers struck with such a ferocity as to leave the dirt beneath the dirt flying in fright from them. Large ears stood gloriously atop her well positioned, thick cranium tipping off the naturally well arched neck that pulsed with astounding power. Oversized nostrils flared in a steady rhythmic pounding that joined precariously along with the beat of her taunting daggers. If not for her blazing hot, golden flaked auds, you would think the demoness to be a threatening statue of sorts, however they made the single difference as they flashed wildly about, staring down through the souls of the onlookers. It had become clear by now that they were growing increasingly impressed with her chiseled abilities, completely ignoring the factor of her deranged size, unable to see the mind she had procured for herself. She would be bought, without any doubt to it, by some rich floozy with money to spare and would simply want her for her seemingly dainty personality and mindless training. That is of course, unless they saw her for her true self. Which, in the demoness' mind, was exactly her plan. There was no way she would allow any being to forget who exactly it was that they were dealing with. She was a demon, a huge, well made demon with eyes and heart of an angry fire ready and willing to obliterate any imbecile that walked blindly into her path. Of course, every demon has a weakness, perhaps some day, this one's would arrive.

That aside, Vampirate had made her decision, no one would leave her line of vision without seeing the true power an equine could hold for themselves. As she rounded the final corner of the ring she slammed her hind daggers full force into the ground, skidding to a halt dangerously close to the fence and two children on the other side who went screaming in shocked fright back to their mother. At the same instant the demoness reeled her front bodice around to face the man holding her binds. Her large ears swiveled to pin themselves against her sweat soaked skull as her eyes pinned him down. It was his own fault for taking no precautions, his own fault for not paying attention to the warning of the brusque man who had been there yelling at the driver not long before. He had gone and bored the ebony creature to death with his all too repetitive show of her and now, she would have none of it.

Long black banner swept silently along the dirt, the blood and sea foam that donned atop her dock and thick neck gleamed in excitement as she bunched her haunches gracefully sending her muscles into a fitful spasm of joyful rage, plummeting and churning across her bodice. The power inside her was almost tangible as it prepared itself for the lunge forward towards the cowering man. As she let herself go, muscles stretched in happy delight as sweat sprang in an ocean from her sleek ebony coat, she bowed her head in an all too delicate arc as she flew forward. Again, to her utter dismay the demon did not find the sweet sounds of crunchy done to gooey muscle as she pounded through the soot where the man should have been, in stead her bodice skidded to another sudden halt on the opposite side of the ring, hitting the fence and nearly knocking it clear over. She turned to face it, ears held forward once again as her sizzling eyes determined whether to leave now or continue with her fun and games, she could easily jump the fence surrounding her, but then again that would just be too boring.

Unfortunately, it seemed this amount of alloted time in her newfound excitement was to be brought to a seething, sweaty stop as she felt three thick ropes slip themselves simultaneously over her liquified skull and down around her pulsing neck. She reared to face her captors, sending one idiot flying off his feet in surprise. Her ears pricked forward as she shook her head, sending beads of sweat flying from her dampened skin. She backed up a bit in frustration, easily dragging the holders of the bindings with her. If not for the sweat that now iced her dark bodice she would have continued her charade, but she was bored of her fun now, however so quickly and allowed the gruffy man from earlier to slip the chain lead halter over her gigantic head and pull her from the stunned, silent crowd around her.

As she picked up her usual steady, calm walk she pasted another, a stallion, not far from the gate, he was with two others of no significance thus far too her. She bounced her cranium teasingly at the stallion and nickered a deep chocolaty smooth song to him, adding a swish of her long ebony silken flag in his direction, just for fun. Before she turned her blazing auds back to her front and proceeded back into the large stable. She had atleast expected the men to cool her down, walk her a bit, before dragging the ebony demon back to the dismal, all to small stall. But no, no they were just too damned ignorant to do so and led her back to the tiny box.

Once there, she planted her daggers firmly and with pinned ears glared at the men threateningly. They were clearly blind though because they went right on with shoving her into the stall from before, it took 4 of them, crops in hand to shove and beckon the demoness into the stall. She watched them with increasing amusement, noting the open stable doors and the spectators the were watching, it must be just amusing to them as it was to her. Finally, just as she had before, she complied to the men, willing them not to fall over right then and there and die, and silently walked right into the stall with her head nearly hitting the low made rafters. If horses could laugh then, she would have, quite loudly for two of the men had fallen squarely on their buttocks from the shock of her sudden willingness. One was also searching frantically for something, most likely his curry brush that had been in his back pocket and was now, unbeknownst to him, in the humorous, demoness' mouth.

Her golden eyes laughed out at him as he circled around her trying, to no avail to get it back from the mare, who, by the way stood much taller than the little man and simply had to turn her bodice from him to prevent him from obtaining his device. Someone else would probably come along eventually to help him out, or perhaps an interested buyer, but until then the dark demoness would have her bored fun.

Deliah

Deliah still couldn't take her eyes away from the glorious black goddess of a horse. Resting her arms on the rail, she leaned against it, to try to get a closer look as the mare passed by. The mare seemed to lift her legs effortlessly. She couldn't help, but notice the contrasting white hind hoof that stood out to the mare's black body. Jade orbs seemed to glaze over as she imagined owning this beauty. She wondered if the horse even had a name. Deliah knew it would most likely be beautiful. Nobody could name this kind of horse something plain. Her eyes grew a little wider at the sight of the horse sliding close to the fence. She was more worried about Vampirate then the crying children. In honesty they shouldn't of been brought here if they would shy away from a horse like that. Seeing her spin to face the small man, Deliah handed Desert's lead rope to Dawn. Hands upon the top rail, she was about to leap over it to push the handler out of the way. Even the delicate bend of her neck, much like a swan, was beautiful in a deadly way as she charged. She stopped herself from going over when she saw that the mare missed, but a silent gasp came from her when she saw the mare hit the fence. Was she alright? When she got back up, it seemed as if she was planning her next move. Deliah had not doubt in her mind that equines could be smart, but this mare seemed to be above average.

Deliah was dissapointed when the man came to take Vampirate away. It was like she was child again, and she was just told that she couldn't have a cookie. Dissapointment was sketched into her face. However she couldn't help but dare to put her hand out cautiously once the mare passed, just to have a feel of that gorgeous ebony coat. What she would give to just comb the sticking hairs back into it's rightful place, just to make the mare's appearance seem even more like a fairy tale. Dawn had to hold on to Desert's lead with both hands to keep the stallion from jumping the fece after the mare. The teasing was sending him into a frenzy, and Dawn tied his rope to the rail. There she saddled him quickly, and entered the corral once the mare was lead out.
Deliah's friend started off at a canter to tire Desert out some with his restlessness.

Deliah had left to follow the mare that was being led off into the barn. At the sight of the man not taking care of the mare, and just putting her in the stall, rage over took the easy going woman. The lazy bastard should be fired from his god damn job. This horse has so far taken mercy on him and the other stable hands, for she could of stomped them to the ground. What's even sadder was the man or woman that hired these kind of people. Counting to ten to calm herself down she walked nearer, just trying to keep her temper in check. Oh, just let them say one word to her she begged and pleaded. Deliah may be peaceful most of the time, but she wouldn't be afraid to give someone a black eye over something like this. How stupid could they be she wondered. A small smile tugged at her mouth at the sight of the two men falling, and then the other's slight problem with the vampress having his comb. The young woman moved forth to the stall, only taking time to glance at the sign on the door. Vampirate huh? The thought was to herself as she continued on, emerald eyes attempting to meet golden as her voice came out silky smooth. Her hands were held out flat, ready to raise if the mare spooked or tried to fight her. Her voice was soft as she spoke.

"Dearest Vampirate, are these guys being assholes? Being lazy on their jobs, and your just wanting to have fun, huh girl? If I were you i'd do the same thing, it must be very boring stuck in this stall. How about you give me the comb, and I'll give you a rub down, and everything else you deserve."

She knew the horse probably couldn't understand her, but she was really just trying to get Vampirate used to her voice. Deliah had kept moving in talking the whole time. Right now she didn't care about finding out if the horse was for sale or not, although from the sign Deliah was almost positive she was. For now this horse needed some good old TLC. Deliah just wondered if she'd be able to give it to her. It would be hard to take care of this smart, energetic, and fun loving horse, but it would be worth it. Just to befriend this great god-made creature would be a miracle. A gift really Deliah told herself still wondering if she was approaching the mare the right way. Smiling in a easy natural way, with a knowing look in her eyes. These people here wouldn't understand the mare. That was proved at the corral. Now all she had to do was wait to see if Vampirate would choose her. For she had already choose Vampirate.