Post by Tassle on Feb 10, 2008 23:12:33 GMT -5
Cody walked into the building quietly. He couldn't believe it. After all that had happened, after promising himself he would never buy another horse after seeing Camry Flight die, he was here. At the auction house.
He walked down the aisles of horses, each one cross tied in a makeshift stall. Some were squealing with fear, others were squealing with joy. Some were sitting patiently, others were doing their best to run away. Some were too young to care, others were too old to care. But one horse caught Cody's eye.
He was a deep blood bay stallion, almost black. He was rearing and screaming at the top of his lungs, but his eyes were calm. It was as if he were trying to drive away every bidder so that he wouldn't be sold. Cody knew the look. He had tried it hundreds of times himself. It never worked.
He walked up to the man standing next to the horse. It was an elderly gentleman who looked too young for his old body. He was tugging on the cross ties, trying to keep the stallion down. But to no avail. The stud knawed at the ropes, nearly biting the man's hand off in the process. The man tugged harder, making the animal squeal.
Sir, what breed is he? Cody asked curiously.
What, him? Oh, you don't want to buy him unless you want to turn him into dog food. He's a crazy sonofabitch. The man shook his hand, telling the kid to scurry off.
You really think you're going to get a slaughter house anywhere near this creature? He asked, his eyebrows raised.
The man laughed. You don't know much about an auction ring, do you kid? Fine, I'll humor you. He's a registered Thoroughbred. Sixteen hands high, four years old, and a stakes winner. But he's mad. He went completely insane after his last race, for no reason at all. Even had the vet confirm it. The man shrugged, giving up on calming his horse.
I'll take him. Cody said firmly. How much?
The man laughed again, harder this time. You're a fool, kid. But fine. If it'll get him off of my hands, you can have him. I'll let you steal him out the door for twenty one hundred.[/color]
Fifteen hundred. Cody bartered, never looking at the man. His eyes were fixed on the wild stallion's eyes, as if looking into his soul. There was a spark there, a flame Cody admired. He was spirited, he was talented, he was God in equine form.
Fine, but you're responsible for him when he owns up to his name.
And what is that? Finally, Cody looked at the man.
Rampant Chaos, but all us at the ranch call him Chaos. With a chuckle, the man handed over a folder in exchange for the check. There's his pedigree, vacinations, medical report, registration papers, the whole nine yards.[/b] The man said. He turned and walked off, still chortling in amusement.
Almost as soon as the man was out of the building, the stallion calmed donwn. He stopped screaming, he stopped knawing, he stopped rearing. There was still that flame, that defiance, but Cody knew that, as soon as he got onto Chaos, their flames would combine and become one. He knew this was the horse for him.
Come on, Chaos. Let's get you home and in a nice, warm stall. Huh?[/size]
He walked down the aisles of horses, each one cross tied in a makeshift stall. Some were squealing with fear, others were squealing with joy. Some were sitting patiently, others were doing their best to run away. Some were too young to care, others were too old to care. But one horse caught Cody's eye.
He was a deep blood bay stallion, almost black. He was rearing and screaming at the top of his lungs, but his eyes were calm. It was as if he were trying to drive away every bidder so that he wouldn't be sold. Cody knew the look. He had tried it hundreds of times himself. It never worked.
He walked up to the man standing next to the horse. It was an elderly gentleman who looked too young for his old body. He was tugging on the cross ties, trying to keep the stallion down. But to no avail. The stud knawed at the ropes, nearly biting the man's hand off in the process. The man tugged harder, making the animal squeal.
Sir, what breed is he? Cody asked curiously.
What, him? Oh, you don't want to buy him unless you want to turn him into dog food. He's a crazy sonofabitch. The man shook his hand, telling the kid to scurry off.
You really think you're going to get a slaughter house anywhere near this creature? He asked, his eyebrows raised.
The man laughed. You don't know much about an auction ring, do you kid? Fine, I'll humor you. He's a registered Thoroughbred. Sixteen hands high, four years old, and a stakes winner. But he's mad. He went completely insane after his last race, for no reason at all. Even had the vet confirm it. The man shrugged, giving up on calming his horse.
I'll take him. Cody said firmly. How much?
The man laughed again, harder this time. You're a fool, kid. But fine. If it'll get him off of my hands, you can have him. I'll let you steal him out the door for twenty one hundred.[/color]
Fifteen hundred. Cody bartered, never looking at the man. His eyes were fixed on the wild stallion's eyes, as if looking into his soul. There was a spark there, a flame Cody admired. He was spirited, he was talented, he was God in equine form.
Fine, but you're responsible for him when he owns up to his name.
And what is that? Finally, Cody looked at the man.
Rampant Chaos, but all us at the ranch call him Chaos. With a chuckle, the man handed over a folder in exchange for the check. There's his pedigree, vacinations, medical report, registration papers, the whole nine yards.[/b] The man said. He turned and walked off, still chortling in amusement.
Almost as soon as the man was out of the building, the stallion calmed donwn. He stopped screaming, he stopped knawing, he stopped rearing. There was still that flame, that defiance, but Cody knew that, as soon as he got onto Chaos, their flames would combine and become one. He knew this was the horse for him.
Come on, Chaos. Let's get you home and in a nice, warm stall. Huh?[/size]