Post by night on Aug 23, 2018 18:45:27 GMT -5
It was a quiet, early morning, the sun had yet to come up as a tired gelding enjoyed the soft rocking of the trailer. He was so used to living in these because of all the travelling he'd done when he was a cutting horse that this just relaxed him. He knew how his life had been lately though and it was such a strange thing for him to have gone from running full speed, to what felt like a dead stop.
Once the trailer came to a stop, the gelding turned his head, his long wavy forelock in his fave as he looked at the man climbing in to back him out of the trailer. He took his time so as to not misstep, only to have a yank on his lead, and a slightly agitated voice apparently telling him to back up faster. He obliged until he was out of the trailer, raising his head as he looked around, catching a few glances in his direction. He was an interesting looking horse as he was a mix between a Mustang mare and Friesian mare. He followed quietly into one of the middle stalls, seeming ever so patience as he got one last pat on his shoulder before being left alone.
He poked his head out of the front of the stall, weaving a bit as he turned his head, attempting to try and find the man who had just left him, letting out a rather sad sounding whinny. Turning back into his stall he seemed to wait, only really calming down when a hay net was filled and his bucket of water was filled. He drank his fill before munching on the hay, tossing his head as he pulled the food out. His ears flicking in all directions as a few people checked out his chart, but left him alone with they noticed he had a previous ligament tear, not looking for a horse that needed things to go easy.
RileyCasper
Once the trailer came to a stop, the gelding turned his head, his long wavy forelock in his fave as he looked at the man climbing in to back him out of the trailer. He took his time so as to not misstep, only to have a yank on his lead, and a slightly agitated voice apparently telling him to back up faster. He obliged until he was out of the trailer, raising his head as he looked around, catching a few glances in his direction. He was an interesting looking horse as he was a mix between a Mustang mare and Friesian mare. He followed quietly into one of the middle stalls, seeming ever so patience as he got one last pat on his shoulder before being left alone.
He poked his head out of the front of the stall, weaving a bit as he turned his head, attempting to try and find the man who had just left him, letting out a rather sad sounding whinny. Turning back into his stall he seemed to wait, only really calming down when a hay net was filled and his bucket of water was filled. He drank his fill before munching on the hay, tossing his head as he pulled the food out. His ears flicking in all directions as a few people checked out his chart, but left him alone with they noticed he had a previous ligament tear, not looking for a horse that needed things to go easy.
RileyCasper