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Pull the blood upon your face.
Grip dementia.
I am now enslaved through hate.
Suffer my fate decide.
Decide.
- Demon by Trivium -
FHF Agent of Hell
"BOORIE THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH." The booming voice of the colt's jockey came out of no where and caused Waylon to turn around, and just as that sentance ended the colt stopped and huffed hard, stamping his hooves like the young beast he was. Barnabas just walked up and opened the stall door without a second thought, taking the lead rope and clicking it onto the colt's halter. "There now, see? You got all these people rattled because you wanted a little attention."
Demon huffed but he walked calmly once he was in hand for Barnabas, his big harsh eyes watched the rest of the team and he snapped at Waylon as the man came close which got him a harsh tug of the rope from Barnabas and he was redirected away from them. "Don't let him tell you off like that boss, he's just trying to be tough." Barnabas reached out to rub the colt's nose, and if a horse could snarl Demon practically did, but he stood and he let him rub him anyway. "Do what you need to do, he's not going to misbehave again are you boorie?" There was another snort but Demon didn't offer to move.
And so the team descended on him Demon just stood there, eyes locked on Barnabas' and refusing to break that staring contest for anything. They wrapped his legs, they threw the towel over his back, they vet checked him, every bit of what they needed to do before making the walk to the saddling area. They'd asked to saddle him away from everyone else, because they needed to protect the other horses more than they needed to have Demon calm. Because there was no calm for Demon, it was all go go go.
Barnabas had been forcing Demon to keep himself under control, to leave a lot of energy on the table, and today he knew that when he got in that saddle the colt was going to explode. So he waited and he waited, he watched the other horses saddle and jockey's mount and when it came time for them all to go into the parade he bounced up in a clean motion and gripped the reins tight. It wasn't even a second later when the colt kicked his heels up and reared before bucking back at the team and spinning in a circle like a bronco. Barnabas held him tight, rolling with the motion and then giving him a sharp correction with his tongue.
"BOORIE!" The colt stopped in his tracks and stood huffing as the crowd backed up from him, he was a beast, and they all knew it but at least with that booming voice from Barnabas he was a beast that had a little bit of control. There was a tap on his flank with the whip and the colt lurched forward, a bundle of controlled fire that kept sneering at everyone around him on his way to the gate. And then they were in and the gate attendant had to run out because Demon was out for blood, when those gates opened he broke slow, his head cocked to the opposite side to glare down the horse in the hole next to him...and then Barnabas felt that fire rage forward, in a big bounce he threw himself as far forward as he could to make up the ground...it was going to be a race and Barnabas was just holding on for everything he was worth.
Grip dementia.
I am now enslaved through hate.
Suffer my fate decide.
Decide.
- Demon by Trivium -
Fox Harbor Farms
Trainer: Waylon Givens 
Jockey: Barnabas Skellar
Screaming filled the barn area that Fox Harbor was inhabiting for the week of the Breeders' Cup, but not just any screaming, this was a horse screaming and the same horse was doing everything he could to break down the barn around him. The young colt had proven time and time again to be hot blooded, entempered and nasty, but today he was being far worse than that. He wanted things his way, and no one could convince him otherwise. Outside of his stall was a small army of Fox Harbor members trying to get him to settle down, or at least stop acting like the Demon he was. Jockey: Barnabas Skellar"BOORIE THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH." The booming voice of the colt's jockey came out of no where and caused Waylon to turn around, and just as that sentance ended the colt stopped and huffed hard, stamping his hooves like the young beast he was. Barnabas just walked up and opened the stall door without a second thought, taking the lead rope and clicking it onto the colt's halter. "There now, see? You got all these people rattled because you wanted a little attention."
Demon huffed but he walked calmly once he was in hand for Barnabas, his big harsh eyes watched the rest of the team and he snapped at Waylon as the man came close which got him a harsh tug of the rope from Barnabas and he was redirected away from them. "Don't let him tell you off like that boss, he's just trying to be tough." Barnabas reached out to rub the colt's nose, and if a horse could snarl Demon practically did, but he stood and he let him rub him anyway. "Do what you need to do, he's not going to misbehave again are you boorie?" There was another snort but Demon didn't offer to move.
And so the team descended on him Demon just stood there, eyes locked on Barnabas' and refusing to break that staring contest for anything. They wrapped his legs, they threw the towel over his back, they vet checked him, every bit of what they needed to do before making the walk to the saddling area. They'd asked to saddle him away from everyone else, because they needed to protect the other horses more than they needed to have Demon calm. Because there was no calm for Demon, it was all go go go.
Barnabas had been forcing Demon to keep himself under control, to leave a lot of energy on the table, and today he knew that when he got in that saddle the colt was going to explode. So he waited and he waited, he watched the other horses saddle and jockey's mount and when it came time for them all to go into the parade he bounced up in a clean motion and gripped the reins tight. It wasn't even a second later when the colt kicked his heels up and reared before bucking back at the team and spinning in a circle like a bronco. Barnabas held him tight, rolling with the motion and then giving him a sharp correction with his tongue.
"BOORIE!" The colt stopped in his tracks and stood huffing as the crowd backed up from him, he was a beast, and they all knew it but at least with that booming voice from Barnabas he was a beast that had a little bit of control. There was a tap on his flank with the whip and the colt lurched forward, a bundle of controlled fire that kept sneering at everyone around him on his way to the gate. And then they were in and the gate attendant had to run out because Demon was out for blood, when those gates opened he broke slow, his head cocked to the opposite side to glare down the horse in the hole next to him...and then Barnabas felt that fire rage forward, in a big bounce he threw himself as far forward as he could to make up the ground...it was going to be a race and Barnabas was just holding on for everything he was worth.
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Good ol' Barnabas XD
oh look a poneh butt <3 Thank you for the feature <3 sorry I couldn't enter and feature back ;3;
oh look a poneh butt <3 Thank you for the feature <3 sorry I couldn't enter and feature back ;3;
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