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Post by Sam on Jun 19, 2010 0:18:33 GMT -5
The filly was ruthless. She was vicious. She had no reason and her only motivation was to destroy the competition- figure of speech and seriously destroy them.
Shelly was insane, more insane then her father. The insanity of both gave me an idea. If both father and daughter were to race and fight the entire time, she may grow so annoyed of it, she'll stop fighting all together.
The idea was crazier then The True Nut herself, so it was worth a shot.
I glanced over to the gate and saw three of the staff members trying to hold Dominator still as Jake tried his best to get on him. Ipo stood nervously near by. She looked tense and kept shifting her weight, wanting to help in some way but knowing she'll just get in the way.
The stallion flung himself back and forth, throwing his head and rearing once before bolting to the side. The three leads attached to his bit seemed to be doing nothing as the stallion had his way.
By some miracle, a staff member was able to throw Jake aboard Dominator. As soon as Dominator felt the weight on his back, he began to buck. Once. Twice. Then he bolted forwards, dragging the three staff members behind him.
Jake held tight and pulled Dominator up with one rein as quickly as he could. Dominator's head went to his shoulder and he lost his balance. He slowed to a walk and wound himself in circles, snorting and fighting Jake's hand. The staff members followed and quickly undid the leads and as soon as Jake's hands had a good grip on the reins, they left.
Jake continued to circle Dominator, waiting for me to hop on.
Shelly was standing statue still, watching her father- though I did not know if she knew that was her father or not. Either way, she watched with keen interest. I just hope she wasn't getting any ideas.
I led her to the mount block and she began to arch her neck and shift her rump around, making it difficult to hop on from the mounting block. Soon a staff member came over and gave me a leg up.
Then the filly let loose.
She threw her head and reared, her hooves striking out at Dominator in an obvious challenge. Her ears pinned and she snaked her head at him with mouth wide open and tail slashing. Every now and then her rump would lift as she kicked out.
Dominator snorted and tried to get away from Jake's one rein turn but found it nearly impossibly. He stopped and tried with all his might to straighten his head but found the pressure on his mouth too strong to pull against without harming himself. Still, that did not stop him. He snorted and tried to rear but found no balance in the action. Soon, he was forced to circling tightly again- though Jake would have found it ideal if he would have just stopped.
Go get two muzzles, I quickly told a staff member. He nodded and ran up to the barn.
Sam? I heard a small voice. I glanced over to the rail and found Ipo looking more nervous then ever. You sure this is a good idea?
It's never a good idea to ride Dominator, I mumbled while looking back at the stallion as he tried to buck but also found no balance still. But Jake can handle him. He's too out of shape to really put up much of a fight when it's time to bring them down from the race, I tried to explain. He's just got to worry about before the race.
Ipo didn't look convinced and neither nodded nor spoke up.
Soon the staff member returned with the muzzle. He quickly slipped one onto Shelly as another member, one who apparently pulled the short straw, danced around Dominator and tried to slip it onto him.
After maybe ten minutes, both muzzles were securely on. And both horses looked downright pissed off and annoyed that such a device was even near them, let alone on them.
Just what we needed.
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