A small trickle of light shone down upon the bay stallion's lying down, covered in shavings from the stall. Hay was stuffed in a rack in the left corner, and a water and grain bucket hung from the front. Both were untouched. The aisle was quiet, the only sounds were the heavy footfalls of a male figure walking down the aisle, his large boots ringing as they touched the concrete. He stopped at the stall next to the stallion's, shoving open the latch and swinging the door wide. He was tall and buff, and had a worn light blue halter and a woven red lead rope in his hands, the ends coming loose and fraying. He gently whispered to the gray mare in the stall over, stroking her muzzle, and slowly slipping the worn halter over her head and pulling it over her small ears, which were flattened across her wide poll. The man latched the buckle, attached the shank, and gently gave it a pull as he clucked for the mare to exit the stall. She obediently obeyed, her large hooves clopping loudly against the floor. The footsteps eventually faded, and the barn was silent again. The dappled stallion sighed loudly, the sound whuffling through his whiskered maw, sending a few small shavings flying away from his. Gentle orbs closed, and before the horse knew what was happening, his door was thrown open, and the man was standing before him. Helpless against attack on the floor, the stallion flattened his ears against his head, and snorted a warning, but all the man did was talk in a gentle voice to him. He bent down so he was at the horse's level, and with one quick, skilled movement, slipped the halter over his head, latching it securley and standing back up. Rolling his large eyes, the horse quickly sprang to his feet, covered with shavings as he towered above the man. The man seemed somewhat surprised at how much and how quickly the horse had grown, and without a second to loose, turned on his heel and started walking away, giving the lead shank a gentle tug, forcing the horse out with him. Grunting, the stallion followed him, the shank loose, and emerged into the sun, squinting at the brightness. Excitied to be outside, head and neck were raised, the man feeling the lead rope tightening in his hands. There was a large trailer ahead, and the horse followed the man up the ramp, where he was greeted by the confused nickers of other horses. The man pulled the huge stallion close, pushing his muscled barrel and butt against the board in front of him, and hurridly clipped his halter to the short rope attached to the side of the trailer, unclipping the lead shank and walking away, pushing the horse tightly on both sides with swinging dividers. The stallion snarled, and kicked out as the ramp closed him into the dark of the trailer, not knowing where he was going.


The truck engine revved, and accelerated quickle, jostling the heavy load of horses in the trailer, causing several to slip, and the dapple bay stallion to scream and kick the hell out of the back door. He wasn't pleased, and the man transporting the horses wasn't too pleased either at the obvious kicking in the trailer he was pulling. At least it only took fifteen minutes to move the horses. The stallion in the back threw his head and bickered the entire was, bellowing his displeasure. Large hooves scrambled against the slippery metal floor around a sharp turn, as did several other horses. All were neighing and kicking the sides of the trailer. The road was bumpy, and the stallion's head only inches from the celing, his bulky frame towering over every other horse in the trailer. Neck was bowed, protecting his skull from impact, which gave him a tiny bit more room, as his butt was smashed against the trailer wall. Snorting as they came to a stop, bracing for when his shoulder slammed into the divider, as did most of the other horses. The engine stopped, and the man opened the back door of the trailer, narrowly avoiding a quick kick from the bay stallion, who was rather pissed at being crammed into such a small place. The man walked up the ramp, undoing the latch, and grabbing the horse by the halter, pulling him down the ramp. The stallion kept his head raised, making things difficult for the man, who had to keep his arm high above his head to keep his grasp on the horse's halter. He braced himself and pulled hard on the halter, causing the stallion to stop abruptly, snorting as his face was pushed away from the man, and into a large box stall, where the man unclipped his halter and began to walk away, but wasn't fast enough, because the stallion had spun around and snapped at his shoulder, breaking the skin. The man yelped and flung the stall door shut, which bounced against the frame, and was quickly latched. The man left, and returned a few minutes later with several more horses, repeating the process with every horse, receving several nips and kicks, muttering and swearing at the beasts as he moved down the aisle, and didn't return.



Roo paced the stall, his shaggy mane hanging limply over his muscled neck. He was restless, and sick of being stuck in a stall. He hadn't been ridden in ages, and his muscles ached for a workout. A hard workout. And it seemed the last time he had shown had been ages ago. Aggrivates, the stallion threw his head, half-rearing long, buff legs thrashing at the stall door. Orbs werw large, and he lowered his frame, hitting the ground hard. Spinning around, he kicked at the frame of the door with no sucess, and sighed loudly, bored. Legs bent gracefully and brought his large carcass to the floor of the stall, tuckin ghis long legs neatly around his bulk. Roo whuffed quietly, head resting against the hard, cold floor, waiting for anything, something to happen to him.






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I'm making it seem like they were moved to this barn from the old one
WORD COUNT - 1o45

Roo's breathing was heavy as he stretched out on the bottom of the stall, barely fitting within the box. Long mane was strewn across his muscled neck and buried in the shavings, making him look rather paint-y. The aisle was silent besides the quiet shuffling of the horses stabled around him, them too all seeming restless and trying to adjust to their new surroundings. It had been a tough ride over here, and the man didn't really seem to care too much about the horses once he got them in the trailer, because the ride had gotten rather bumpy then and out. Long, cupper ears were in a half-back position, listening. He could hear the birds outside chirping a melodic tune and flapping their tiny winds, and the huge trees swaying in the warm breeze, their ripe green leaves rustling. The grass was short and cropped, but looked very appetizing. Roo's mouth began to feel slightly parched as he thought about grass, so he quickly changed thought and stared at the wall.


It was probably around the late morning when the muscled stallion finally rose to his feet, shuffling around for a few minutes, and guzzling down his water bucket. Curious eyes stared out the barn doors, which were open, at the vast, huge place before him. There were several riding rings, and a few turnout paddocks, along with some winding trails and more barns. This was a lot bigger than his old home, and he felt a slight pang of anticipation at being ridden by whoever it was to ride him. If there was someone to ride him. Roo felt the happiness drain his large body as he thought about the last girl who had owned him and ridden him, a tall, slim girl who had seemed to really care about him and put up with his nagging and nipping. She had liked him, and he liked her. But she was at the old stable, she couldn't be here, because he must have gotten sold, along with most the other horses to this new barn, all alone. The horse flattened his ears at the thought of the auction rings again, and promptly laid back down in the far corner of the stall.



There was a rather large noise outside the stables, of probably a car driving up and screeching to a halt outside the barn. Roo flattened his ears and watched, not wanting to have to go back to that filthy ring all alone. But it wasn't a man who came running into the aisle, it was someone who looked very, very familiar. Ears pricked, and orbs widened. Where had he seen that face before. As the girl slowed by his stall and peered down on him, Roo remembered as soon as their gazes connected. It was Vicky. The girl who used to own him. Scrambling to his feet, the stallion rose quickly, swaying a bit when he rose too fast. Whuffling quietly, he slowly moved toward the bars of the stall, pressing his nose against, large eyes staring down at the girl. A quiver of anticipation rippled throughout his body, and he gave a little nicker of recognition. It had been far too long sence he was ridden, and now that Vicky was here, he couldn't wait to become the horse he had used to be.






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[hides] it is going to be yucky. sorry Vicky