Post by burty on Sept 1, 2008 9:28:28 GMT -5
(I know this should really be posted in the stable yard, but since it finishes with him in the stables themselves; I thought it would make more sense for it to be here ;o)
It wasn’t a particularly gloomy day, but it wasn’t particularly joyful either. It was one of those days that everything seems rather…average. The sky was painted with pale pastel blues mixed with the contrast tone of the clouds that were accumulating together…Perhaps a summer storm? No, not at this moment. There was a fresh clean smell in the air of grass and long growing wheat, and the place was filled with the neighs of horses and car engines burring as they drove along the roads. It was a noisy place, though not in a bad sense. Indi had grown used to the noise of India throughout his whole life…That being, none, aside from the wind against the grass that is. So when he had first arrived in the United States, he’d been greeted with a variety of very loud sounds. It was…interesting, a culture shock indeed.
It had taken him long enough to find the place, of course, if he was able to read the signs and what not; he would have found it a lot sooner, but he couldn’t dwell on such things. He couldn’t read and it made his life a living hell but that was that. It didn’t matter now, he was pretty sure he had found the place; the letters the old man at his last stables had scrawled out on a paper meant nothing to him, but he could see that the pictograms people called letters made up the same thing on the sign. So it was obviously the right place; Pinewood Stables. Pinewood. Stables. He only knew what it said because of the old man talking about it to him…And he was quite glad he had; after all, it would have been interesting to have Indi walking around not knowing how to pronounce the stables’ name! As he drove down the dirt road beside the long luscious fields that lead to the stables, he caught a glimpse at the running horses that gathered in the field, and a few owners were out there with them. He wondered if Anju might settle here…Hah, he doubted it. Anju was still wild at heart, and probably always would be…
It seemed like a nice enough place, and it was certainly bigger than most other stables he’d been to over the years, in fact there was more than enough space it seemed. Soon he drove into the gravel car park and as the car ground to a halt, Anju started up, knowing that she was going to get out soon. Vintage poked his head up and yawned, looking to Indi and shaking his body to wake himself up. Anju was kicking and neighing like no one’s business, in fact, as Indi got out he was given a few strange looks from owners walking by. He didn’t blame them; the trailer Anju was in was rocking from side to side for god’s sake! And her loud cries of anger and rage were emanating across the whole bloody valley as she kicked out against the doors and tried with all her might to get out of the trailer. Of course, Indi had to go sign a few things first; luckily, he was pretty sure it was just going to be his name and a few things about Anju. Hopefully just her name.
After hurrying through the paperwork and signing his name childishly and with great difficulty, Indi rushed back to his pick-up truck and let out his Australian Cattle Dog, Vintage, who remained obediently by his side, quite aware of the damage Anju could cause if he wandered too close to her. Indi took a deep breath in and opened the trailer door slowly, immeadietly greeted by a snorting wild mess who whinnied louder as Indi drew closer to her.
“Anju, Anju…” he muttered her name, in an attempt to soothe her.
But no soothing would go down with this horse, she was feral and dangerous, and even with Indi’s way with horses, he couldn’t halt her behaviour so simply. He hoped she would get better…But who could tell with Anju? He carefully untied the knot in her halter lead and in the process was only nipped at two times (though her threatening whinnies and snorts of disapproval were not in the least encouraging), and after the constant biting and kicking he’d grown accustomed to, he barely flinched. He backed her out as quickly as he could, and she stomped her front hooves on the earth angrily, tossing her elegant head up and down and up and down. Vintage moved away from Anju and Indi, already sitting quietly in the stable yard awaiting his owner. Indi moved quickly with Anju, though it didn’t stop her threatening the locals with her dominating and wild persona; she bore her teeth with loud snorts and whinnies of disapproval; whilst she stomped her hooves and attempted to kick and bite others who came within five metres of her. Indi restrained her as much as he could and quickly muttered an apology, though once again, the odd and slightly terrified looks kept coming back at him. He soon trotted her to the stables, realizing that walking her would be a foolish mistake and would only aggravate her more…and of course would induce many people with injuries that would eventually lead to a case where Indi would be forced to euthanize Anju. And that was certainly something he didn’t want. All horses could be cured of their vices…He was sure of that…It would just, just take a little time with Anju Harinakshi. As they moved into the stable block, he noticed that a stable somewhat near the main entrance was already set up for him, for it had Anju’s full name written on a small piece of paper besides the stable’s door. He quickly though not without trouble moved her into the stable and closed the door behind him. She paced around in circles, kicking up the straw and crying out; causing quite a ruckus and disrupting the other horses that in turn started nickering below their breaths.
Indi simply stood in the corner of the stable, receiving a few threats from his horse but not moving away; if he moved away, she’d think she’d won. And oh, Anju was not going to win this one.
As Anju caused quite a stir in the barn, Indi looked out from the stable door to survey the other stables and the horses opposite. Vintage was himself looking up at a great big piebald in one of the other stables, always fascinated with new things. The stables itself was all neat and quite tidy, and some of the horses were still in their stables, or else in the fields. It was intriguing…But of course, he couldn’t look around for too long before he felt the harsh bite of his horse. He resisted even saying ouch, instead kept his eyes on Anju as she paced around her new home, not at all pleased and not at all happy.
[/size]It wasn’t a particularly gloomy day, but it wasn’t particularly joyful either. It was one of those days that everything seems rather…average. The sky was painted with pale pastel blues mixed with the contrast tone of the clouds that were accumulating together…Perhaps a summer storm? No, not at this moment. There was a fresh clean smell in the air of grass and long growing wheat, and the place was filled with the neighs of horses and car engines burring as they drove along the roads. It was a noisy place, though not in a bad sense. Indi had grown used to the noise of India throughout his whole life…That being, none, aside from the wind against the grass that is. So when he had first arrived in the United States, he’d been greeted with a variety of very loud sounds. It was…interesting, a culture shock indeed.
It had taken him long enough to find the place, of course, if he was able to read the signs and what not; he would have found it a lot sooner, but he couldn’t dwell on such things. He couldn’t read and it made his life a living hell but that was that. It didn’t matter now, he was pretty sure he had found the place; the letters the old man at his last stables had scrawled out on a paper meant nothing to him, but he could see that the pictograms people called letters made up the same thing on the sign. So it was obviously the right place; Pinewood Stables. Pinewood. Stables. He only knew what it said because of the old man talking about it to him…And he was quite glad he had; after all, it would have been interesting to have Indi walking around not knowing how to pronounce the stables’ name! As he drove down the dirt road beside the long luscious fields that lead to the stables, he caught a glimpse at the running horses that gathered in the field, and a few owners were out there with them. He wondered if Anju might settle here…Hah, he doubted it. Anju was still wild at heart, and probably always would be…
It seemed like a nice enough place, and it was certainly bigger than most other stables he’d been to over the years, in fact there was more than enough space it seemed. Soon he drove into the gravel car park and as the car ground to a halt, Anju started up, knowing that she was going to get out soon. Vintage poked his head up and yawned, looking to Indi and shaking his body to wake himself up. Anju was kicking and neighing like no one’s business, in fact, as Indi got out he was given a few strange looks from owners walking by. He didn’t blame them; the trailer Anju was in was rocking from side to side for god’s sake! And her loud cries of anger and rage were emanating across the whole bloody valley as she kicked out against the doors and tried with all her might to get out of the trailer. Of course, Indi had to go sign a few things first; luckily, he was pretty sure it was just going to be his name and a few things about Anju. Hopefully just her name.
After hurrying through the paperwork and signing his name childishly and with great difficulty, Indi rushed back to his pick-up truck and let out his Australian Cattle Dog, Vintage, who remained obediently by his side, quite aware of the damage Anju could cause if he wandered too close to her. Indi took a deep breath in and opened the trailer door slowly, immeadietly greeted by a snorting wild mess who whinnied louder as Indi drew closer to her.
“Anju, Anju…” he muttered her name, in an attempt to soothe her.
But no soothing would go down with this horse, she was feral and dangerous, and even with Indi’s way with horses, he couldn’t halt her behaviour so simply. He hoped she would get better…But who could tell with Anju? He carefully untied the knot in her halter lead and in the process was only nipped at two times (though her threatening whinnies and snorts of disapproval were not in the least encouraging), and after the constant biting and kicking he’d grown accustomed to, he barely flinched. He backed her out as quickly as he could, and she stomped her front hooves on the earth angrily, tossing her elegant head up and down and up and down. Vintage moved away from Anju and Indi, already sitting quietly in the stable yard awaiting his owner. Indi moved quickly with Anju, though it didn’t stop her threatening the locals with her dominating and wild persona; she bore her teeth with loud snorts and whinnies of disapproval; whilst she stomped her hooves and attempted to kick and bite others who came within five metres of her. Indi restrained her as much as he could and quickly muttered an apology, though once again, the odd and slightly terrified looks kept coming back at him. He soon trotted her to the stables, realizing that walking her would be a foolish mistake and would only aggravate her more…and of course would induce many people with injuries that would eventually lead to a case where Indi would be forced to euthanize Anju. And that was certainly something he didn’t want. All horses could be cured of their vices…He was sure of that…It would just, just take a little time with Anju Harinakshi. As they moved into the stable block, he noticed that a stable somewhat near the main entrance was already set up for him, for it had Anju’s full name written on a small piece of paper besides the stable’s door. He quickly though not without trouble moved her into the stable and closed the door behind him. She paced around in circles, kicking up the straw and crying out; causing quite a ruckus and disrupting the other horses that in turn started nickering below their breaths.
Indi simply stood in the corner of the stable, receiving a few threats from his horse but not moving away; if he moved away, she’d think she’d won. And oh, Anju was not going to win this one.
As Anju caused quite a stir in the barn, Indi looked out from the stable door to survey the other stables and the horses opposite. Vintage was himself looking up at a great big piebald in one of the other stables, always fascinated with new things. The stables itself was all neat and quite tidy, and some of the horses were still in their stables, or else in the fields. It was intriguing…But of course, he couldn’t look around for too long before he felt the harsh bite of his horse. He resisted even saying ouch, instead kept his eyes on Anju as she paced around her new home, not at all pleased and not at all happy.