Sara arrived home with a trailer hitched to her truck. Pulling up in the backyard, Sara opened up the trailer and peered into the darkness of the trailer. Several horses would receive a new home, and they'd be Sara's pride and joys. "Hey, there," Sara called calmly, and collectedly. Sara would first get the stallion's out.

Vincent the andalusian stallion stood in the trailer pulling at his lead rope.

Sara stepped into the trailer, reaching for Vincent's lead rope and un-tying it. Clucking her tongue, Sara tried to get Vincent to back up so she could get him out. "Easy boy, easy..." Sara murmured.

He snorted and backed out.His tail flicked.

Sara lead Vincent out and took him to a pasture, one next to where the stallion Phoenix and a gelding, Count On Me, grazed. Sara released him, and went to get get the mares.

Phoenix looked at Vincent and neighed to him,

As soon as he was allowed off the lead he took off then he heard a neight and it smelt of another stallion and he snorted and pufed up his chest and laid his ears back.

Nacrotic angel was the first mare to be able to be taken out and she backed easily when asked.

Phoenix snapped at Vincent, snorting haughtily.

Sara put Angel into the pasture along with the mild-tempered Candy and BabiDoll. Sara then went to go get Teror and Sally.

He ignored phoenix now and just showed off around his pasture.

Angel snorted and sniffed around before grazzing

Terror snorted and was alittle hard to get out and sally was alright.

Phoenix broke into a gallop down the pasture fence, his muscles rippled underneath his satin pelt. Try this, buddy, Phoenix thought. He was from a swift breed, and he was born for running.

Sara released them both into the same pasture, then finally went to retrieve Selma.

He immeidatly started running his hind legs shoving him forward which spetacular speed.

Selma was a bid rigid when being led out.

Phoenix snorted, rolling his eyes. He was a Arabian, he was faster then this. Phoenix pushed faster, lean body working furiously.

Sara released Selma

Vincent was an Andalusian and could do funner and more prouder things nad that he did what the lippizzaners do and he reared up and then kicked his hind legs out.

If that guy thought he was impressive, no one could resist a Arabian when he reared. Phoenix halted, his tail arched and his glistening body posed. He reared up, slashing the air with his hooves. Phoenix was laughing though, knowing that this was all stallions' play.

Vincent snorted and shook his head. He knew n one could resist a perfect dressage horse. He arched his neck and began to move with his front legs coming fairly high off the ground.

Candy looked at the two stallions, snorting softly. She was in heat, but she wasn't allowed with the 'boys'. Candy eyed Vincent admirably, smiling softly. Phoenix was too full of himself to know a mare in heat to a tree.

As he did this he smelt a mare in season and immediatly made a beel ine closer to her pasture.he whickered to her and began prancing up and down his pasture.

Candy snorted, pawing the ground. "Hey there, big boy," Candy said in a creamy, soft voice. Her head was held high as she looked at the stallion closer.

He snorted.Hey there sweet ladyHe spoke back still prancing.

"Nice moves you got there, more impressive then Phoenix's lameo moves," Candy smirked, looking at the black stallion who now grazed with Count Me In. Candy glanced over her shoulder at the new mares, yawning softly.

He watched sally his sister and then looked back to candy.Indeed, I'd beat him anyday

Candy girl then gave a devilish smile. "I'd think that you would be the ideal father for a mare's foal," Candy murmured slyly, smirking slightly.

He snickered and laughed.Indeed, That thing isn't a fit thingHe spoke.

Candy waited, turning slightly away from Vincent.