¤§ Fiery & Cute §¤

[Nightmare]

For Sale: $1500

Registered/Show Name: Cherry Bomb
Barn Name: Cherry
Breed: Purebred Egyptian Arabian
Age: 4 Months
Gender: Filly
Color: Red Chestnut
Markings: Star, 4 socks
Broken In?: No
Trained In?: Trailering, leading, bathing, tying
Personality: She is very hot-headed and can be a bit of a handful. Can be put in with other foals and mares. Is very sweet and friendly, yet skittish and jumpy. She is very hyper and playful. And she is very fiery.


Crimson flicka struggled against the leadrope that held her at the cross-ties. Her mother was in the pasture near her, but her mother would not be going with her filly. The flicka squealed out in frustration and pulled harder. But the leadrope wouldn't budge. A few men surrounded her and calmed her. She snorted roughly and pawed the ground with her tiny gray dagger. [/center]

[§exyÖrÑØT?]

Matt approached the ring eagerly, for he wanted to buy another horse. Preferably a trained one, one that he could learn horsemanship from, but remembering May, even a young one would be okay..

To the right of the arena, however, he saw a smart-looking little filly fighting against many other humans. The boy's heart went out to the femmora, and he approahced cautiously, simply observing.

[Nightmare]

The flicka threw her crimson crown into the air and started pulling against the rope again. The small halter upon her dial was loose, yet firm. The men that had come over left, talking about how the filly's mother was way calmer. She squealed and threw her crown around wildly, her short banner fluttering in the air.

[§exyÖrÑØT?]

.A soft word, and Matt stood by the flicka's side, one hand outstretched, shoulders squared. He had wanted a schooling gelding, and would receive an untamed filly.. If she accepted.

[Nightmare]

The flicka stopped struggling suddenly and moved back slightly to look up at the man.

[§exyÖrÑØT?]

Matt gently moved his hand a bit closer to the flicka, urging her to smell it, know that he meant no harm, and hopefully get a whiff of her new trainer..?

[Nightmare]

She outstretched her mug and lipped at his fingers, sucking on them slightly. She snorted, pawing the ground with a tiny dagger.

[§exyÖrÑØT?]

Matt smiled again, and moved closer, this time gently touching the filly's halter with his fingertips.

[Nightmare]

She let go of his fingers and took ahold of his shirt, pulling on it gently.

[§exyÖrÑØT?]

On impulse, Matt gently took a hold of the filly's lead rope, easing it out of the stick it was tied to.

[Nightmare]

She chewed on his shirt like it was some kind of food, then spit it out.

[§exyÖrÑØT?]

Nothin bugged the filly, and that was good enough for Matt. He applied gentle pressure to the lead rope, and clucked, asking her to walk for a while with him.

[Nightmare]

She hesitated for a moment, then moved into a walk, following him.

[§exyÖrÑØT?]

Matt walked the filly around for a while, noting her reactions to the people and other horses. Soon, he asked her for a trot, the fastest they could go without a longe line, and admist the crowds.

[Nightmare]

The flicka jumped slightly as a door slammed. She pulled back on the leadrope, not understanding what Matt wanted from her when he asked for a trot.

[§exyÖrÑØT?]

Matt held his position, and stoodfast while the little filly struggled against the lead. However, he soon corrected himself, for he knew that he could exactly pull on the lead everytime she wanted to bolt. After all, soon the filly will be heavier than he was! The boy remained where he was, but gently wriggled the lead rope instead, letting it brush gently against the filly's cheeks.

[Nightmare]

She threw her crown into the air, continuing to pull with all her strength. She had a lot to pull against and couldn't take him. She snorted roughly and stopped struggling, pawing the ground.

[§exyÖrÑØT?]

Matt relaxed the lead line for a moment and took out a whole carrot, offering it to the filly.

It's alright girl..

He muttered soothingly, just standing there with a slack rein.

[Nightmare]

Nares flared slightly as the flicka sniffed the carrot. Treats weren't familiar to her. Her owner hasn't haddled her much, just a trainer has and that's how she got led here today.

[§exyÖrÑØT?]

Matt held still, but made sure the filly was aware of his scent and presence by edging his other hand toward the carrot, slackening the lead line even more.