Post by Jake™ on Aug 20, 2007 7:50:45 GMT -5
The sounds of trampling shoed hooves hit the fondations of the trail that was used by many horses and their riders. High pitched squeals spread across the land and low hoarse nickers boomed up to any other riders present. Manson was present and he would let it be known - he was the boss, the menacing creature that had spilled blood with his teeth and stained his hooves with a child's life - yet his conscience remained clear as water. This demon of all demons was a difficult creature to have, but Jake, the only men brave enough to approach the equine, had hope and determination - no healthy horse was to die as long as Jake was around. Manson was breathing and living, and thats how it was going to be, even if it endangered Jake's very own young life.
An 18 year old, controlling a beast was quite the sight to watch. The methods he used, the tone in his voice that caused Manson to listen was all so fear inflicting, but it was not fear nor pain Jake used upon Manson; it was dominance and trust. Jake trusted Manson, even though it was hard with such a creature, but he did and in return Manson trusted Jake more than other humans. Jake ensured the Friesian stallion got the best treatment and got to know Jake, by smell, sound and taste - he always stroked Manson and covered him in his scent by rubbing his jacket over the stallion's neck,shoulders and chest. He always made sure the beast licked his skin, and heard his voice, both soft and harsh. And in the end, the two would become a couple; man and beast as one, a spirit that conquered all challenges and bathed in the glory of deafting it. It was a lot of work, but Jake enjoyed it.
"Steady now, big guy!" Jake soothed as the Freisan slobbered and clamped on the metal bit that went through his mouth. He nickered and somped his back hooves down in anger and reared up slamming his weight down onto the earth and sending a thundering roar through it, that would only be heard by creatures and people a few meters away. Pushing with his legs and tickling the brute's girth with the block spurs, the muscular and stunning beast trotted on, sending his front legs out to carry his body forth along the trail. Manson loves to show how extraordinary he was - to everyone, to the world.
An 18 year old, controlling a beast was quite the sight to watch. The methods he used, the tone in his voice that caused Manson to listen was all so fear inflicting, but it was not fear nor pain Jake used upon Manson; it was dominance and trust. Jake trusted Manson, even though it was hard with such a creature, but he did and in return Manson trusted Jake more than other humans. Jake ensured the Friesian stallion got the best treatment and got to know Jake, by smell, sound and taste - he always stroked Manson and covered him in his scent by rubbing his jacket over the stallion's neck,shoulders and chest. He always made sure the beast licked his skin, and heard his voice, both soft and harsh. And in the end, the two would become a couple; man and beast as one, a spirit that conquered all challenges and bathed in the glory of deafting it. It was a lot of work, but Jake enjoyed it.
"Steady now, big guy!" Jake soothed as the Freisan slobbered and clamped on the metal bit that went through his mouth. He nickered and somped his back hooves down in anger and reared up slamming his weight down onto the earth and sending a thundering roar through it, that would only be heard by creatures and people a few meters away. Pushing with his legs and tickling the brute's girth with the block spurs, the muscular and stunning beast trotted on, sending his front legs out to carry his body forth along the trail. Manson loves to show how extraordinary he was - to everyone, to the world.
