The King.

Chapter 5

As soon as Joe released my lead line with a clipping sound, I shot away from his reach, straight into the field, bucking and neighing with glee. I might have thought of turning and sprinting into the opposite direction and into freedom, but I was waaay too focused on grass and an open area. My black tail streamed behind me, the natural reddish highlights shining in the sun. As soon as I reached the center of the grassy field, I skidded to a stop, hardly managing not to slip in the mud and fall, rearing up slightly. Slamming my hooves back into the dirt and showering dust up everywhere, I spun around to see Joe had already closed the gate, and was watching in amusement, propped up against the metal gate. I nickered to him, excited and wanted to share the news, and he waved back, his bushy eyebrows raising slightly.

I leaned my head down, grabbing a patch of grass with my teeth, yanking it up and into my mouth with my lips. I chewed eagerly, taking another step to untouched grass, my ears swiveling back and forth. I was vaugely aware of Joe pushing off the fence and striding away, whistling, but I was much too focused on the heavenly grass to care.

After a few moments, I heard the easy thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk of hooves against the soft ground, stride casual, as well as the faint vibrations rising up into my legs. I tilted one ear back, curious, as the pastures around mine were usually empty... Lifting my head, tearing my head away from the sweet grass with difficulty, my head swung around to see who the newcomer was, and if it was worth pausing from my peaceful grazing.

Being led down, towards the pasture next to mine behind Joe obediantly, was possibly the best thing I had ever laid eyes on.

The way James had described her before in the stall could not possibly explain her beauty as well. No words could, it was hard. She had a bright, flaming red coat that shone in the rays that spilled across her slightly dipped back. Her mane was wildly placed on the left side of her neck, not nearly as good looking as the well groomed, fake-looking, shiny manes that I was used to on the track. She had socks that were almost identical on all four feet, and a white face reaching from under her flowing forelock down the the very tip of her nose, wrapping above her right eye and dipping below the left. And woah... her eyes. Like James had said, they were so much like Rosys. They were a bright blue that sparkled when the light hit them just right, and they were filled to the brim with spirit. She walked with a sense of purpose, a swing in her step, her head held down, her lips lightly brushing blades of lush, green grass, but not daring to eat it until she reached her pasture.

But what intrigued me the most about her was how different she was. I had never laid eyes on any other horse breed than a Thoroughbred, and her difference was astounding. She was a good deal shorter, but more of a pretty, petite look. And she was stocky. Thoroughbreds were lean, with triangle-shaped hips, small necks, slimmed somachs, slightly dipped heads, and usually large egos. Her hindquarters were well rounded, her neck filled out, her head fitting perfectly on her neck, and she had a big, barreled chest. She was amazing.

My heart stopped when she noticed me, staring up at me from behind the curtain of her forelock, her blazing blue eyes fixed on me. She paused, tilting her head, noticing my stare, and staring back fearlessley. I attempted at a nicker, but it just came out as a hoarse snort, much to my embarrassment. Joe stopped, looking back at her and raising an eyebrow, obvlivious as to why she stopped. He tugged lightly on her lead line, encouraging her back into motion. He easily unlatched the gate without breaking stride, releasing her leadline. Without a hesitation, she walked casually into the pasture, unlike my rampaging gallop, and didn't even look back at the wide opened gate behind her, which would only take a few seconds to barrel out of. Joe swung the gate shut, hung up the rope, and dusted his jeans off. He began to whistle again, sticking his hands in his deep pockets, turning around and striding off, away from the pastures to continue a day at work.

I had to meet this mare.

Suddenly I was in motion without realizing, galloping to the fence which seperated our pastures tauntingly, my black tail lifting in excitement. She glanced at me again, blinking, watching in curiosity, but did not budge. She was not scared.

And I loved it.

"Hello!" I nickered before I could skid to a stop, hardly managing to before I could slam into the fence, which was sure not to hold my weight. I dug my back hooves into the ground, stopping just an inch before, my black head hanging over the fence. Aparently this was amusing, because she nickered softly, the sound relatively similar to a laugh. I made her laugh... I rule!

I had. To meet. This mare.

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Meet Missy! Or, her show name, "A Little Bit 'O Mischeif." And incase you were wondering, Kings showname is just "The King". ^^.

I would like to thank Soniador for telling me that I should introduce Missy to make King seem attracted. This chapter was fun to write!

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