Come on boy give me your best shot (Max)

[satan]

“Come on you beast!” The stable hand yelled loudly as he pulled on the lead rope that was attached to a stud chain which was attached to an angry jet-black stallion. The stallion kicked at the stable hand, trying to fight him. Before the stallion could get free another stable hand came and threw his shirt over the stallion’s eyes. Blind now the stallion had to follow so he wouldn’t get hurt. The second the blindfold came off his head the stallion whinnied loudly and kicked at the stall door. Sweat covered his body and his nostrils flared. Some boy had bought him and he hadn’t seen him really at all. Ha. Did he really think he could get near Satan? The stallion was called Satan for a reason. Hardly anyone had gotten to ride him since last year when he killed a stable hand.

The boy had saved his life but did Satan really care? No he didn’t. The stallion didn’t give up from trying to escape he kept kicking the walls until his legs ached and he could hardly move. He let one last powerful kick to the wall which just but a small dent in it. The stallion slowly slunk down to the back of his stall and looked at the water bucket. He leaned down and got a quick drink before poking his head out of his stall. He saw a rider coming and quickly lashed out, biting down on the girl’s arm before running to the back of his stall. He nickered a challenging call and dug at the ground. The girl just rolled her eyes and kept walking.

Ah, Satan loved to be the pain he was. He nickered softly when he saw a stable hand throw some hay in his stall then some grain in his bucket. His ears pricked forward while his stomach growled. It’d been a while since he had had grain and it smelled so inviting. Satan licked his lips before he slowly walked towards the bucket. He made sure no one was around before digging into the bucket, chewing down on the grain. When it was all gone he quickly ran to the back of his stall and snorted. His jet-black pelt was covered in dirt and his mane had a few knots in it. He was a beautiful horse all he needed was to be put in his place. Max would fail just like the others. So Satan thought.

[M A X]

Shoot I'm late. King move! Max muttered and jumped over his puppy. Grabbing his shirt after he pulled on his boots and not bothering to brush his dirty blond hair. Heading down the stairs and grabbing a water bottle and his riding gloves, his helmet and chaps already in the car. He doubted he'd get to ride his purchase but hey he could always see what happened.

He'd been warned that the stallion was unmanageable but of course the stallion hadn't met Max yet. He didn't give up on any horse, no horse was a lost cause. Grabbing his keys he headed out of the house, locking the door behind him and jumping into his truck. Sliding in a CD as he backed out of his driveway and headed towards work glancing at the clock on his dashboard every five seconds.

Satan, The Devil, whatever people called him was probably already causing trouble but Max had warned people about the horse since he didn't want anyone to get hurt. Speeding up a bit more he finally saw the farm coming into view and sighed. Running his hand though his hair only making it look more messy.

Turning up the drive he rolled down his window hearing a racket coming from the boarders barn. Oh crud. He said deciding against harsher language as he parked the truck and jumped out of the truck heading towards the barn quickly, slowing as he entered and headed down towards Satan's stall. Clam down will you? Max said keeping his distance from the door his arms crossed though he wasn't intimidated he didn't want to risk getting hurt before he had time to inspect the stallion.

[satan]

A male voice rang in Satan's head and he raised his head. He looked at the man and gave his head a shake. His whole body was trembling and his mind was racing. The rusty stud chain dug into his face and the dirty halter that had look like it had been through hell and back was onto his face, also too small for his large black head. His eyes locked on the boy and he gave a quicky lash out with his right leg, kicking at the ground in his stall.

Who did this boy think he was? Oh. Was this the man that bought him? Satan sent daggers at him, his whole mind on getting him. He wasn't called The Devil just because of his black pelt. Muscles rippled under his pelt as he lunged out, nipping at the boy but he was out of reach. Satan gave a loud nicker as he ran around his stall, kicking the walls every now and then. Satan had been abused and mistreated. A lot of people wanted to just put him down because of his anger and hatred to humans. Because he wouldn't bow down to them.

His spirit was never broken. Although now he was more like a demon then anything. Althoughe looked like he could never be tamed it would take a lot of work, sweet and easy talking, treats and coming to the barn every day for about a month to show Satan that someone was really there and would stay no matter what. Something no one had done since his first owner.

[M A X]

If you stop I'll get that wretched halter off. Max said stepping closer to the stallions stall and digging a pack of polo mints out of his pocket and grabbed a few out before sticking them back into his pocket and reaching for the latch on the stall door weary of the horse though he refused to show the horse fear. He didn't plan on ruling over the horse he just planned on asking for the same respect he showed Satan.

Treason, his bay-dun Warmblood poked his head out over his door down the isle ears pricked. Neighing to his owner excitedly having heard the paper holding the mints down in the container. He knew what that meant and what they were. Treason was crazy but it was only because he was used to Max and knew when he really needed to work. The show ring was the only time Max asked for perfection from his horses though he hoped for it any time he was around them.

Hey Trea. I'll be down there in a minute. He said softly eyes never leaving the black horse in the stall before him. He couldn't stand seeing the halter on the horse, it was almost cruel. He'd have to buy a new one, or see if one of Treason's would fit him but he didn't mind. getting the halter off was the first thing on his mind.

[satan]

Ears pinned flatt against his skull, the stallion ran to the corner, that was the farthest away from the boy. He tossed his head but his ears pricked at the sound of paper. His nose picked up the mint scent and his mouth watered. He loved mints. Loved candy. His whole body tensed as he came closer, knowing he couldn't go anywhere. He snorted warningly, his head high and his ears stayed pinned.

Soon the smell of the candy took over Satan's body. He moved forward and his mouth went straight for the candy. Not caring if he was touched. He would do anything for mints. They were good and they were hard. Just the way Satan liked them. He nudged the boy for more after he had finished the mints in his hand. He hadn't even noticed that he was doing this. He had given up for now. Mints were taking him over. He couldn't believe it and he hadn't even noticed Max move at all. Just on the mints.

(Sorry Museless)

[M A X]

That's it. Good boy. Max said digging a few more mints out and holding them out as he reached for the stallions halter. Fumbling with it for a minute since he was using one hand then slipping it off quickly and tossing it in the direction of the trash bin, the halter and stud chain flying in with ease. Perfect. He said and glanced at the horse. He'd let him finish the mints in his hand before going out to his car and grabbing the other can of mints and the key to Treason's tack trunk so he could find a halter he hadn't yet used on the stallion that would fit Satan.

Oh yeah. We're gonna get you fixed up no matter what boy. Fight me all you want, I'm a pretty nice guy. He muttered softly and took the risk to pet the stallion. His fingers brushing the horses black coat gently for a brief moment before he withdrew his hand and dug his car keys out of his pocket. he might attempt to lunge the stallion in the round pen depending on how the horse seemed to adjust to him though Max was betting it would have to be a few days before he felt ok bringing the horse out of his stall and out of the barn and into the ring.

Not that he was scared but he didn't feel like somehow losing the stallion or the stallion losing control and hurting himself. But there's always the chance of that. He said softly watching the horse for a few more moments. I'll be right back. Matt said and tossed a few more mints into the stallions feed bin before heading back towards his car.

ooc; sorry, not much to reply too I know.

[satan]

Satan could feel something on his head being touched but he was too interested in the mints. He ate them all then felt a hand on his body. He froze, knees locked and mind in a haze. He hadn’t been petted in so long he almost craved the touch. Without even knowing it, he leaned into the boy’s touch, enjoying his hands. What was wrong with him? He watched as the boy placed more mints in his feeder and his ears shot forward. That was it? No! He wanted more attention. More love and more mints. Quickly bolting to the stall door he tried to break out but the boy was too fast. He nickered loudly and kicked the stall door, which banged loudly and caused a few horses to look out of their stall doors.

His eyes watched as the boy disappeared and a heavy sigh escaped Satan’s lips. His one chance at being loved was ruined by his hatred. He slowly ate the mints, wanting the boy to come back. Once he finished the mints he poked his head back outside the stall door. His ears flew forward as he looked for the boy. Where was he? He wanted a second chance. He’d be a kind giant. He could. He just was scared to be a good horse again. Maybe this boy wasn’t so bad after all. Satan would let him groom him, bath him and other things but when it came to ridding, the boy would have to do more then just give this stallion a few mints.

[M A X]

Max reappeared a few minutes later, a leather halter in one hand with a lead rope attached. He'd try to avoid using a stud chain but if he had to he had one for Treason that he could go grab since his other stallion could get a bit out of hand. You know, if you break the barn I have to pay for it right? He asked as he headed back towards the stallions stall. Reaching for the latch and slipping inside quickly, carrots clutched in one hand, a bag with apple slices in the pocket of his light jacket.

C`mer and lets get this on you. Max said reaching out towards the stallion slowly, fingers brushing against his coat gently. Hopefully the halter would fit, for now until he had time to get into the tack shop and buy the horse his own halter and lead rope and have a name plate placed on the halter.

He was ready to jump out of the way should Satan decide he'd rather test him than let him get him out of the stall and work out some energy and give him a nice grooming. The stallion was impressive, now if only his manners matched his looks. In time. Max thought, confident he could convince the horse that good manners were better, figure out what made the stallion tick, what made him behave.

[satan]

Post coming soon. Sorry for making you wait.