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FILL: Beware of Stallion 1/3
(Anonymous) 2013-04-18 03:36 am (UTC)(link)His family owned a very proud horse farm, one where purebred lines were bred with other purebreds to produce nothing but the best offspring for numerous buyers. His father had run the place for nearly thirty years before Desmond's uncle had found them, and the cousins had come piling out. It was no secret that the Miles' were quite wealthy, and why shouldn't they be? Nobles far and wide paid for their services. Their location was out in the middle of the wide open countryside, perfect for helping the horses relax while they waited to be bred, and get to know each other. To date, there had never been a bad breeding, and no mare had ever been injured. With a reputation like that, it was no wonder that William Miles had wanted out of the spotlight. He had divorced his wife of three years - who turned out just to be another money-grubber like the rest of them - before taking Desmond into the great wide world and told him to pick someplace to build their horse farm at.
Desmond had chosen the English countryside. And so here they had stayed, right up until Uncle Philip had found them and invited nine (nine!) of his cousins over. Right now they were all attempting to butt into the business and run Desmond out so that they could get his inheritance when William passed on, but there was just one little problem. Or rather, Desmond would say three big problems. And they went by the name of Altair, Ezio and Connor. His 'savage monsters' as everyone called them.
Speaking of which...
A scream rent the air. Desmond jerked up in his bed of hay and rolled out of the hayloft into a larger pile of hay down below. He knew that scream - Altair rarely made noise unless someone was trying to force him out of his pen, which pretty much summed up Darren down to a T. Darren was the oldest of the cousins, and the greediest. He was also a complete asshole who thought anyone who didn't listen to him or wasn't intimidated by him could be bought off with money. Unfortunately, Desmond had known him too long to be put off by either him or his money.
"Come on, stupid horse! Get out of the damned pen!" Desmond heard, seconds before he rounded the corner. Altair was in full buck, screaming as he reared and attempted to toss the human holding onto him. Darren lashed out with the riding crop in his hand, smacking Altair's shoulders and causing him to scream louder. Seeing Altair being hurt made Desmond's blood boil, and he increased his speed until he was going full tilt, slamming into Darren with enough force to carry them outside into the yard. Years of self-defense training and parkour kicked in, allowing Desmond to land on top of his cousin rather than beneath the heavier body.
But Desmond didn't let up yet. Instead of getting off of Darren, he tightened his grip and began to rain violent punches down on the man's face, hitting harder and faster as his temper went from hot to boiling, screaming as he did so, "DON'T. YOU DARE. EVER. FUCKING. TOUCH. ALTAIR. AGAIN!"
Darren might have been bigger than him, but Desmond was stronger, and it didn't take long before Darren was screaming and attempting to protect his face - not that it did any good, Desmond just went for the stomach and legs instead. He kept raining destruction down until someone tried to grab him from behind, and Desmond rounded on them, only to find his father there, hands held up in a sign of peace. Desmond let his temper go cool, knowing his father meant no harm. The man was stern, but he was not stupid. He didn't attempt to help Darren at all, not even when Philip and the other eight boys came running out of the house they all slept in, Philip dragging Darren away.
"Here, use this... to stop the bleeding, no, not like that!" Philip scolded the others as they attempted to help their brother. He stopped long enough to glare at Desmond with enough venom to kill a cobra; Desmond just put his hands on his hips and raised an eyebrow in challenge. Behind them the stalls began to bang as his trio became restless, hearing voices that didn't belong to their human and smelling the blood.
Only when Tony and Jacob had hauled Darren inside did Philip round on Desmond. "Just who the fuck do you think you are, boy?"
"He tried to steal Altair," Desmond told the man icily. Philip threw his hands up, disgust on his features.
"Oh yes, because that sounds just like Darren. Why am I not surprised the only thing coming out of your mouth is lies? You always were such a little-"
"Philip," William said wearily, eyes cold despite his tone, "mind your words."
Philip spat at Desmond's feet. "Fuckin' crazy shit. I still don't know how you aren't locked up in a mental institution yet. God knows you deserve one."
"And God knows you and your hellspawn deserve each other," Desmond retorted, "All of you are scheming bastards, looking to get a hand in my father's money and get rid of me in the process. You know I won't give you a single fucking dime, so why don't you save me the trouble of having to call the police down here and just turn yourselves in?"
Philip's face turned red, making him look like an overworked baboon. "You little--"
"Enough!"
William was between them now, a hand on both of their chests in warning. He looked at his son. "Go make sure Altair is alright." He turned back to Philip. "And you. Remember the only reason you and those boys of yours are still here is because I need extra hands around here. That doesn't give those boys of yours an excuse to try to steal my horses."
"Steal?! Darren wasn't--"
"Bullshit. I'm not blind, Philip. I've counted my coins; I know how many are missing. Just like with my horses. Three of my purebreds have vanished in the last ten days - fortunately I have eyes and ears all over the state. Those 'sales' you made are now invalid, and the customer has received their money back." William could make an intimidating figure when he wanted too, and now was the perfect example. He towered over his brother easily, despite the fact that he was the shorter of the two. "So here's the deal; either you and your spawn leave my boy and my horses alone, or I call the local sheriff down here and have him arrest all of you for horse theft, which I assure you, given my reputation, should earn you some heavy years and make it impossible for your boys to work anywhere in this county, if not this country."
Desmond snickered at how pale his uncle's face went. The threat was good, and his father was sane enough to do that. His snickers were cut off as Altair nudged his shoulder. Desmond leaned back against the stall, nuzzling Altair's cheek with his own in greeting. "Hey there boy. You okay?" Altair's head bobbed in reply. "Good. You had me worried. 'Specially when he hit you." He leaned back a bit to look at the spot Darren had smacked, reaching out to gently touch it. The flesh was hot, but not cut, so he would be okay. Altair nickered, as if to chide Desmond for ever worrying at all before raising his head to lip at Desmond's hair in an attempt to put it into order.
"Must you fuss?" Desmond asked, smiling nevertheless as he ran his own fingers through Altair's mane to do the same. In peace the duo watched as his uncle stormed back to the main house, William giving Desmond a look before following. They both knew it was going to be a long morning.
His father and uncle now gone, Desmond turned and unlocked Altair's gate, letting the springy bay Arabian out of his pen. Free at last, Altair kicked, reared and bucked at air, prancing about as he stretched. Desmond watched him with a smile before turning and heading back to his room in the loft, grabbing his pants out of his clothing crate. Every morning he rode one of his horses from four to six, to give them two good hours to exhaust themselves. Yesterday had been Connor's turn, which meant today was Altair's.
He never rode any of his horses with a saddle, instead settling for a blanket across their backs and reins to hold on to. Some days he rode when he was feeling particularly emotional, and forgot about the reins altogether. Those days were few and far between though, especially these days with his father taking less and less crap from his cousins. He could only imagine it wouldn't be long before they were cast off the farm altogether. Especially after his father had gotten back those three purebreds they'd stolen.
None of his 'monsters' would ever allow themselves to be kidnapped. They were simply too violent without Desmond around to coral them. The only exception was Ezio, but he was more stubborn than anything.
Whistling for Altair, Desmond put his reins on and patted his neck, letting Altair get used to the feeling. After a moment Altair knelt, and Desmond climbed onto his back, holding on as Altair rose, instinctively heading for the well-worn path in the distance. After a few minutes of walking he began to pick up speed. By the time they reached the end of the path they were running, Desmond letting Altair do as he pleased and merely content to hang on.
The house soon became nothing but a speck in the distance, the countryside racing by them in streaks.
Re: FILL: Beware of Stallion 1/3
(Anonymous) 2013-04-19 06:37 am (UTC)(link)FILL: Beware of Stallion 2/3
(Anonymous) 2013-04-20 04:45 am (UTC)(link)(Ezio) Calabrese are an ancient breed originally from Calabria that were cross-bred with Arabian horses over time to create a good balance and to prevent them from losing size.
(Connor) Abtenauer is a rare breed of draft horse. Despite its small size, its very strong, and has a quiet, willing disposition.
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By the time Altair and Desmond rode back to the farm, the sun was up and the boys were out working the horses. Desmond rode back to their 'house' and was pleased to see Ezio and Connor had been let out as well. Connor ambled over as Desmond dismounted Altair, taking the blanket off and using it to fan the sweaty Arabian. Still, Altair seemed happier as he always did after a run, tossing his head and calling over to Ezio, who lifted his head from the rump of the mare he was sniffing long enough to call a greeting back. Desmond laughed as the mare turned her head to seemingly glare at them. She was one of the in-heat females that they were trying to get Ezio to breed with. Ezio was a Calabrese from overseas, but they had yet to breed him because he didn't seem to take to any of the mares. He sniffed and played with a great number, but he never mounted. It was befuddling to William and the others, but Desmond just rolled his eyes and told them Ezio would mate when he was ready, and not to push him before then.
True to form, even as the mare tried to entice the stallion closer, Ezio raised his head and pulled away, trotting over to see what Altair was doing. The female shook her head, snorting angrily before running back out into the field. Desmond stopped fanning Altair as Connor gently butted him with his nose, quietly asking for attention. His fanning done, Altair went over and began to rub himself against Ezio, as he always did after a run. Ezio merely rubbed his head over Altair's back in an attempt to get rid of whatever itches he had from the blanket. Watching them made Desmond smile - his horses might have been monsters to everyone else, but to him and the other two they were eternally sweet-tempered and positive.
Connor whinnied when Desmond stopped petting, and the human laughed. "Sorry, sorry, lost in my thoughts again." He scratched behind the ears and smiled when Connor's massive head drooped in bliss.
"Hey fuckass!"
Desmond groaned. And here came Jacob, ready to start a fight. Jacob was the biggest of the boys, and the strongest. He had been a wrestling champion before his father had brought them all over, and had apparently made a habit of beating up his enemies outside the ring. According to William's information, they had not only stripped him of his title for that, but any and all trophies he had won as well as his wrestling career. He had been blacklisted, and forbidden from ever entering a tournament again. Naturally this had soured his disposition somewhat.
Still, Jacob was nothing compared to Connor. Connor was a small horse compared to Ezio and Altair, but he was stronger than both of them put together, able to kill a man just by kicking him. It was for this reason that Desmond pulled away and put himself in front of Connor, looking over at Ezio and Altair in a silent plea. They understood well, because Altair began nudging Connor away, like a parent would a child. Ezio stayed with Desmond to combat the threat. "What do you want, Jacob?"
"You've got a lot of fucking nerve attacking my bro like that," Jacob hissed as he moved closer, too intent on Desmond to notice Ezio right there, snorting up a storm. "And you've got even more balls to try to pin theft on him."
Desmond shrugged. "If the shoe fits."
Jacob let out a strange noise and grabbed Desmond by the front of his shirt, lifting him up off the ground. "Okay, listen here you little fuckass, because I'm only going to say this once. Either you go back in there and tell your old man that Darren didn't do shit and that you lied, or I'll beat you until you bleed out of every orifice. Now, what's it going to be?"
Desmond heard the tell-tale signs of Ezio getting ready to kick and pretended to think. "Hmm... how about... no?"
With a scream, Ezio's back legs lashed out quick as a whip. Jacob went from standing and threatening to laying and bleeding in a heartbeat. Ezio reared and tried to gallop over to finish the job, but Desmond grabbed his mane and pulled him back. "Whoa, easy there boy, easy! It's okay, I'm okay, shhh..." Under his gentle touches and calming whispers Ezio soon calmed down, letting Desmond keep him in place. The young man half expected his uncle and nephews to come running again, but Jacob was smarter than Darren - he was gone by the time Desmond remembered him.
But that didn't put him out of the woods just yet. A few hours later, Desmond was going to help his father put the new mare they had in the barn, and found himself meeting the eyes of his furious uncle Philip. Desmond didn't react to the glare, too busy helping the cream mare Sofia out of the trailer. As was customary, he led her to a quiet spot and began to check her out, running his hands over her sides and checking her teeth and mouth for injuries. Sometimes they received a wounded mare or stud that needed healing before breeding. William usually took care of those in a separate area so they could tell which ones were good to go and which ones weren't. Sofia was perfectly healthy, if not a little underweight, and was easily given a spot inside the barn.
To Desmond's surprise though, before he led her inside, Ezio called out to her. Her ears perked up, and she turned to look at the male from where he stood nearby. As Desmond watched bemused, Ezio seemed to show himself off to Sofia, who apparently thought he was handsome enough to win her affections. As it was, by the end of that little show Ezio was prancing around like a king and Desmond was laughing his ass off.
It seemed like they'd finally found Ezio's mating partner.
Re: FILL: Beware of Stallion 2/3
(Anonymous) 2013-04-27 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Beware of Stallion 2/3
(Anonymous) 2014-04-14 04:30 am (UTC)(link)I absolutely LOVE this!