Post by GENEVIEVE ROSE SAMPSON on Aug 2, 2012 2:26:59 GMT -5
A N D . I ' M . N O T . M Y . B O D Y
OR HOW I CHOOSE TO DESTROY IT
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To put it mildly, Gen was angry. She felt it, white hot and coursing through her veins like venom. Honeyblood had gone from winning her first big race, to placing fifth and seventh. And taking Marzipan back to the show circuit had proved disastrous as well, as they'd placed dead last in cross country of all things, one of the mare's better classes. Gen could have expected tenth in their worst class, dressage, but cross country? It was unacceptable. Yet, both of those things hadn't made her nearly as angry as the icing on the cake of her crappy day. Somehow, the broodmare and foaling barn staff had managed to lose her colt, Titan. The thought was nearly inconceivable in her mind. Yes, Titan could be considered a difficult foal to work with, but that was no excuse. If these people (from what she understood there had been two of them) were going to be responsible for other people's horses, foals especially, they needed to get their act together and fast. Gen herself was a stablehand in the stallion barn, and dealt with difficult horses all day. If she were to somehow lose someone's thousand dollar show and/or stud horse, she would most likely have been fired on the spot. Granted, she didn't want to the two stablehands who'd lost Titan to be fired, just disciplined. What could they possibly have been doing that was so much more important than watching Titan? The worst part was that no one had even bothered to let her know. She'd found out from another staff member, who'd seen the two stablehands leading the colt back from what looked to be the stallion paddocks. That in itself was frightening. The stallion paddock. She worked with those horses daily, and knew exactly how unpredictable and dangerous they could be. Titan could have been seriously injured or killed.
She strode into the barn, ankle boots clicking on the cement floor. Gen made her way to Marzipan and Titan's roomy stall, clicking her tongue to alert them of her arrival. Marz poked her head over the stall, ears pricked forward in excitement. "Hey Marz!" Gen exclaimed, momentarily forgetting her anger. She slipped into the large stall to examine the mother and her foal. Titan walked right up to her, nosing her pockets for treats. She gently pushed his tiny nose away and turned to Marzipan. The cremello mare stood patiently, eyeing her boisterous son. Gen leaned into the tall Warmblood, inhaling the indescribable horse-y scent that ever equestrian loved. She couldn't even fathom the level of anxiety her horse had experienced in losing her foal, if only for an hour or so. "I promise it won't happen again," Gen murmured into the mare's flaxen mane. Marzipan snorted as if she understood. Gen wished there was some way to convey to the mare that she would never have to experience that pain again, as long as she could help it. Gen kissed the mare's neck before pulling away, digging in her pockets for peppermints. She fed one of each to the two horses, Marzipan taking hers delicately, and Titan gobbling his greedily. Although he was somewhat of a brat, Gen watched the silver colt with pride and overwhelming affection. It was hard to believe that she hadn't been happy when she'd found out Marz had gotten pregnant. But, that was all in the past now that she had her handsome healthy colt, and his beautiful mother. It was just a pity he hadn't inherited the cremello's sweet disposition.
RIDING [VISITING] Marzipan & Titan's Wrath
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NOTES Don't mind me, just stirring up drama ;]
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