Post by Raine Adylin on Jun 15, 2009 16:50:57 GMT 2
Word Count: 878
For: Open
Status: Complete
Lyrics: Wild Horses by Natasha Bedingfield
Notes: Eh. Sick. x.x
Desert Dancer is a bay roan mare. She hasn't matured completely but stands at 15,1hh and its believed that she won't grow any taller. She is at the tender age of three and has never made human contact before she was collected at the BLM after trespassing onto farmers land. She has a little white star on her forehead and besides her roan markings, there's nothing else. So what's so special about this girl? Her classic v markings on the inside of her legs with her black stockings. That is a characteristic of a particular type of mustang. Dancer is a Nokota, which is a rare breed that is being conserved and protected. Mustangs by themselves were once a dying breed. The Nokota is no different. The plucky, particularly spirited horses are wild and have a good, strong conformation. Dancer showed characteristics of a traditional Nokota mare, but until she had matured, then Raine would never know just how special her little mustang was. Raine owned two horses. The only two she had ever owned in her entire life. One was Cowboy, who was already tame and trained under the saddle. The other was Desert Dancer, who was wild and fresh off of the range. She wasn't the only trouble that Wyatt Parker had. In the other pen was another Nokota. A stallion. The blue roan was far more spirited than Raine's Dancer and he showed meaner characteristics. Dancer was gentler, almost motherly in her nature, although she did have a bite that was worse than her bark.Wild horses I wanna be like you
Throwing caution to the wind
I'll run free too
Wish I could recklessly love, like I'm longing to
Run with the wild horses, run with the wild horses!
Oh yeah yea
I see the girl I wanna be
Riding bare back, care free along the shore
If only that someone was me
Jumping head first headlong without a thought
To act and damn the consequence
How I wish it could be that easy
But fear surrounds me like a fence
I wanna break free
Dancer was standing in the middle of her pen, her head hanging low as she dozed under the gleaming sun. Her coat was dirty and her mane and tail were tangled. The mare heaved a sigh, blowing through her lips and opening her eyes. Raine was walking towards the pen carrying a bucket. Raine was wearing a smile on her face, looking over at Dancer.
Breakfast, Des.
Dancer recognized the bucket but she did not move. She eyed Raine, who slipped under the railings, moving slower now. She looked at the mustang, who looked at her.
Are you coming to me today?
Raine asked, sounding a bit hopeful. She held the bucket with her arms wrapped around it. Then she held it out a bit more, shaking the oats around to coax the mare. Dancer sized her up then took a step forwards. Raine had been working with Dancer for the past week and already there was an improvement. It had been quick, thanks to the mares good nature and they had come into contact once before. Since then, the mare didn't seem to mind Raine quite as much. Raine wasn't all that threatening, let's put it that way. Dancer moved slowly, arching her neck and pricking her ears forward. She was eager for the oats and it showed as she bobbed her head. Then, stretching her neck she took those final steps, her muzzle pressed against the bucket edge before she dived nose first into the oats. She crunched and munched, nosing around in the bucket, making Raine really work hard to hold on. From behind her, she saw a little blue out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head, seeing Wyatt leaning against the railing. He tipped his hat up, watching quietly as the mustang ate her breakfast. Raine smiled as if to say good morning. Dancer seemed to sense the new presence and she looked up from her bucket of oats, eyeing the man. Then she snorted, leaving the oats behind and bolting towards the other end of the pen. She snorted, bobbing her head up and down, occasionally rising onto her back legs and pawing the air. Then she changed her approach. She squealed and she kicked, pinning her ears back. Her temperament had suddenly changed and Raine's posture slumped. When was this going to change? She walked towards the fence quickly, hopping under one of the wooden poles and leaving the bucket behind. Dancer was not looking at them. She looked at the open range whilst pacing along the fencing.
I think she misses home.
Raine said, crossing her arms on the fence and leaning her chin against it.
"I think they both miss home. But no one knows where that is."
No one had sighted a herd of Nokota mustangs in Arizona, so its whereabouts were unknown by the BLM. Maybe they were the only two that were wild out on this countryside. Maybe they had a story to share. Wyatt looked over his shoulder at his own horses.
"Doin' okay with your riding?"
Yeah. Went out on Cowboy yesterday. He's a little pest but I love him.
Raine said, looking at Wyatt with a smile.
He hasn't become a part of their herd yet.
Cowboy was with the medicine hat twins and the foal, as well as a privately owned paint. They were all piebalds, skewbalds or other except Dee Boy and Cowboy. The dun mustang was off to the side, grazing by himself and looking over his shoulder at Wildcat and Dee. Dee was frolicking around his mother, butting her stomach. She refused him, lifting her leg and stomping it back down whilst flicking her tail.
"It takes time."
