Post by ashton on Feb 25, 2011 9:17:34 GMT -8
Ashton Reges
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It was one of those days when you just wanted to curl up into a nice little ball in the corner and die. Although dying did seem like a very good prospect at the time, Ashton had a few things to be getting on with, such as looking after Dancer, his oh-so-loving dark grey gelding. The gelding had a reputation for a bad attitude at the best of times. But the gelding was a fantastic jumper and a dab hand at dressage too. Plus, as much as Dancer tried to hurt Ash, he loved the gelding and couldn't really blame the beast.
Walking across the yard, Ash grabbed a quick glance at the mares in the field, grazing calmly and nickering towards each other. It was a beautiful and peaceful sight, something Ash was never going to take advantage of again. His boots crunched on the ground and the wind whipped his fast growing hair in his face. Over the past month or so, he'd had a rethink and decided that it was time to grow his hair and see how it looked.
Upon entering the barn, Ash was greeted with snorts, stomps and neighs of the horses currently living there. Dancer was at the far end, far from most of the horses more for safety then anything. He could get a touchy if he was too close to other horses. Dancer's large, strong head popped out of his stall and as soon as he saw Ash approach, the gelding's ears flattened back against his skull and a whicker escaped his kissers. Ash chuckled. "Lovely to see you too," he replied sarcastically in his cockney British accent with a roll of his eyes. Opening the stall door, he grabbed the grooming box on the floor and forced the gelding away so he could slip inside.
Dancer snorted and arched his neck, eyes locked on Ash. The gelding did not look happy today, but Ash couldn't have cared less, he was always grumpy, why would this be any different. Sighing, he placed the grooming box on the floor and grabbed a brush before walking slowly towards the horse. Dancer pawed at the ground, ears still flat against his skull in anger. Before Ash couldn't make another step, the gelding neighed and launched himself towards Ash. Ash's eyes widened, and dropping the brush to the floor, he quickly dodged the rampaging gelding. However, he didn't quite miss all of the gelding and he leg was caught under the legs of the horse.
White hot pain radiated from Ash's leg so much so that he cried out and collapsed to the floor in shock. "Motherfucker!" he shouted, cradling his throbbing leg. Dancer snorted, swinging around to face Ash, ears flat back and nostrils flaring. It seemed the gelding was about the charge again.