Moving Him In. [Open]

[!<~MIDDKINS~>!]

Kc Ness sighed softly as she shifted her weight back into the comfortable leather seats of her blue ford truck. The truck was having no problems puling the three horse goose neck trailer, after all, it only had one horse in it. Dark had been no problem to get into the three horse trailer, he was quite used to loading into that trailer by now. A empty can of pop sat in the cup holder. Kc sighed and shook it, then put it to her lips and tried to get the rest of it out of the can. It was quiet empty. Sighing softly, Kc shook her head,and slowed down. Using her left hand, Kc put the blinker on, and turned the truck and trailer down the stable drive.

Reaching the stable parking lot, Kc parked the truck and trailer out of the way of other cars and trucks. Dark was whinnying loudly from the back of the trailer, and was dancing around. Sighing, Kc shook her head as she opened the truck door. She was still in flip flops. Grabbing her boots from the back seat of the truck, she slid the boots on and shut the truck door after pocketing the keys. Her western spurs clinked softly as she walked around to the back of the trailer. Stopping at the window, Kc let it drop down, so the paint stallion in side could have some air while she went around to the back.

Dark nickered softly as he stuck his head out of the trailer. Kc shook her head softly and headed grabbed her tack. She lifted the her everyday western saddle from the saddle rack in the tack room,and then grabbed her show western saddle. She carried both of them easily into the main barn, and then put them in the tack room. She came back for the bridles and saddle pads. After a few trips she just about had everything in the tack room that couldn't wait to be unloaded. Dark was the next thing that could be unloaded. The paint was probably getting all sweaty inside of the trailer. It was hot out, but not as hot as it was in Minnesota when they had left about a day earlier.

Opening the back of the trailer, Kc shut it behind her. Dark nickered eagerly and tossed his head up and down at the sight of his owner. Hey bud. Kc said with a smile as she walked up to the stud and started to untie him. Sweating to Death? Kc asked with a soft chuckle. She quickly undid the rope, and keeping a hold of it, swung the back of the trailer open. Then she undid the slant and backed the paint out. Dark backed out quietly and rasied his head to look around once he was out. A low nicker came from him as he nudged Kc, then pranced in place and glanced towards the barn. His exspression was eager.

Alright. Alright. Kc grumbled as she lead the paint towards the barn. Once they were walking towards the barn, Dark calmed down and walked like a gentlement. Kc watched the stall name plates on each side for the name 'Dark Intentions'. Smiling Kc found the paints stall. Luckily it was already bedded down and ready for the paint to go into. All he needed was hay and water, but he had just gotten some not more then a half hour ago, when Kc had stopped to check on the stallion in teh back of the trailer.

Kc lead the paint into the stall, and unclipped the lead rope. She shut the door and latched it. Then she leaned on teh stall door and watched Dark. The paint was sniffing the stall bedding, Kc knew exactly what he was going to do. Roll. Kc groaned as the paint stallion lowered him self to the bedding and rolled back and forth from one side to the other. Then he got up and shook him self. Dark came up to the stall door and blew in Kc's face. Thanks Dark. Kc grumbled as a peice of bedding stuck out of the paint's forelock. You ruined your grooming!

[ooc;; Post does not have to be that long. My muse will probably die out after the first couple post's any way. =] ]

[tyra]

Micheal was nearly always at the stable- it gave him something to do- and had more than once considered taking a job here. But he wasn't old enough for that yet, though he hoped to be soon. So, while he was here he tended to spend his time caring for his baby- American Paint Horse mare, Acontiae.
Today he had given her a soft exercise, due to the intense heat, otherwise he'd have probably done some show jumping training- the area he needed most practice in. But he was considerate, and when weather conditions got like this, tended to be alot gentler in his exercise routines.
He was just walking into the stable when he saw the new girl and, patting the beautiful dual-colored mare whom walked by his side without even a lead rope (thanks to a lot of hard, western-style training) he walked over to her.
"Hey, I'm Micheal." he told her, running a hand through his long, blonde hair (yes, amazingly he hadn't died it for once). "So, you're new around here, right?" he asked, looking at the horse. "Splendid stallion you got there, what's his name?" he was only trying to be polite but, in his mind, it ws the right thing to ask. Afterall, this was the stable.
He looked to the mare. "Looks like you got a new friend, eh? He even rolls as soon as he gets into his stall, it seems." he laughed, for his mare did the same thing. The mare snorted and looked over the bars at the new stallion.

[!<~MIDDKINS~>!]

Kc had had a few jobs when she was back in Minnesota. It helped pay for gas fee's, and the showing fee's. Ex specially when she had started to show Dark on the paint horse curcit. She hoped to get him back up to that level soon. Kc figured most of her time would be spend caring for Dark, and doing school work when she needed to do so.

Dark would normally have the day off it was this hot during the day, and only be worked during the early morning. Kc was a early riser, and loved to get up early in the morning when it was cool to go work her horses. The paint was more then likely full of energy. It had been hot the whole week before Kc had to haul him here, so he hadn't gotten worked at all. Even in the morning it had been hot. So all Dark had to do was eat and walk around the pasture. And he had gotten to swim in the lake a few times.

Dark raised his head up at the sound of hoof beats on the concrete isle of the barn. Icy blue eyes watched the tri-color mare quielty as he nudged Kc's pockets, searching for treats. Mind Your Manners Dark. Kc said and pushed the stallion's nose away from her pockets. Nickering softly, the paint reached up and nibbled on her hair. Kc sighed and gave in. She slipped the paint out a treat, and then turned to look. She had just noticed the sound of another horse entering the barn.

Hello. Kc said as a guy and his stunning tri-color paint mare walked up to them. Nice to meet you,Micheal. I'm Kc. Dark stretched his muzzle out towards the mare, but he was just being friendly. Most mares were quite mean to him, they didn't think he was a stallion. Kc's brown hair was pulled up into a pony tail on her head, it was to hot to keep it down for very long. Especially because she had long hair that went down well past her shoulders. A tank top was all Kc had on for a shirt, and it showed her scar from getting thrown off into a jump, but she was getting used to people saying it. Though having to repeat her self a bunch of times was getting annoying,some what.

Yea. I'm new. Kc said with a soft smile as Dark nibbled on her pockets again. Kc moved his muzzle away from her pockets. A few minutes later his muzzle returned to her pockets. Ugh. Kc grumbled looking at Dark's velvety muzzle. Your a pain. Kc said and gave him a nother treat. Content the paint moved to the middle of the stall, and started to find a nother spot to just lay down. Dark was one of those type of horses that loved to lay down when ever they felt relaxed. Dark Intentions. Kc said with a smile as Dark flopped down on the bedding of the stall. The paint kept his head up, watching Micheal warrily. He didn't really like guys around Kc.

[tyra]

Micheal tended to have a lot of time on his hands, which wasn't necessarily a good thing. The reason? When he got bored he got stupid. It was probably the reason he hung around here so much- it gave him something to do. Kept him from boredom, and helped keep his muscles toned. Which, fo course, was always a good thing- chicks seemed to like muscle.
He couldn't help but laugh when he saw the stud nuzzling her pocket- that was no dumb horse- he knew where the treats were. That was one thing that Tia didn't do- though she liked treats she wouldn't look for them, she'd just hold a grudge if he didn't give her one. That was never fun, either, as it tended to involve kicking, biting and bucking.
The mare watched the stallion with mild interest- she hadn't seen another paint for a while- not since Micheal had picked her up. That was three years ago. She knew if Micheal would let her have a foal it would have to be a paint. Perhaps... No, she wasn't that lucky. But when he reached towards her she tilted her head, then reached back, though she would not leave Micheal's side. She got jealous when someone else had his attention, it just wasn't fair! She snorted at thethought and put her head on Micheal's shoulder, as if to remind him she was there.
"Well then, welcome to Ravenhook. You look like you'll settle in great." he told her. "And he's stunning, you know, you just don't find that many good paints around these days."
Tia nudged him rather roughly, as if she had understood what he'd said. What timing. He rubbed her nose and gave her a stern look- she normally took this to mean behave. Hopefully she would now. Darned playful thing.

[!<~MIDDKINS~>!]

Kc usually had time on her hands, but she usually spent is wisely. The worst thing she had ever gotten into would have been flushing her mom's cigerettes down teh toilet. Or throwing them away for that matter. Kc had gotten grounded for that on numerous occasions. And yet, her mom still kept smoking. Kc had promised her self that she wasn't going to ever smoke. She seen how bad her mom's breathing had gotten over the years because of it.

Dark wasn't the type of stallion to hold a grudge against some one. Unless of course, you did something stupid to Kc, then he defintaly would. He didn't foreget those types of things. And if you were a guy, you better just run and hope he didn't end up hurting you. Dark had had a few bad homes and exsperiances with men, and that made him even more weary around them, especially if they were around Kc. The black and white paint stallion sort of though of Kc as his mare. And no one elses. It was some what hard when Kc had dated back in Minnesota, but some how she had worked around it.

In Minnesota, there were plently of paints around, though alot of them were geldings. Dark was used to seeing every horse of every color, and breed. Though the more exspensive type of horses weren't all that common where him and Kc had lived. Shaking his pelt, the stallion decided he was going to get up. Dark lifted him self onto his legs easily and walked over to Kc and sighed softly into her neck, then let his head rest on her shoulder. He was big baby.. at least right now was being one.

Thanks. Kc said and blushed a little at the comment about her stallion. Dark sneezed on Kc's neck. She sighed and wiped it away with one hand. Thanks Dark. She grumbled as the paint let his head rest on her shoulder again. What's your mare's name? Kc asked. Dark sighed contently and looked over at the mare, his blue orbs looking at her quietly.