Post by .Rissa. on Jul 29, 2010 10:32:00 GMT -6
Justice Comes with a badge....
....or maybe just a scar.
starring:
Blue eyes took another look at her phone, as they did just two seconds before. The device was shoved into the back pocket of her faded hip-hugging jeans. She glanced behind her seeing her older brother conversing with his best freind. Air from her nose showed her anticipation. She was expecting the arrival of a new horse.
The sound of clanging metal made her head turn to the drive, and sure enough, a truck and trailer pulled up it. Kirk and Clint were standing beside her now as the trailer came to a stop and two women exited the cab. Ther were prestigiosly dressed and walked with their noses erect. Their vulture eyes took in the place, "Should it fit the standards?" the shorter brunette asked the blonde. At this comment, Kirk scoffed lightly, "Excuse me, but our academy has state-of-the-art facilities and equipment," he explained. He was wearing a shirt that potreyed the veterinary national logo on it, and Clint was on duty, so he was in uniform as well. Granted, Kirk liked what these rescue centers did for horses, but how could they place homes for the animals with their restrictions and standards being so high? The women just looked at him, unphased by his comment. The taller one turned to Kristin, "You are, Kristin Clarkson I presume?"
Kristin nodded her head, "Yes, ma'am." Her confidence was shattered, as it always was around people. She wished she could say things like her older brother, but she couldn't. Her mind wouldn't allow her too. The women nodded and walked around to the trailer, that was closed so you couldn't see inside. They undid the latch andthe door slowly swung open. The brunette went inside. Three pairs of eyes stared intently at the trailer, wondering what exactly would walk out of it. There were a few moments of hooves stomping on the floor, then a blonde tail appeared followed by white flanks splashed with brown. Two blue eyes peered at the human figures and new surroundings. Kristin held her breath, "He's gorgoues."
The gelding snorted nervousley, lowering his head, ears swiveling in all directions. His thin muscles quivered with anticipation and unceartainty. The blonde held out her hand and took the lead. The paint gelding shot his head up and looked at her. But didn't move, "Shhh," she soothingly whispered, "It's okay." The gelding was unsure about everything going on. Kristin could only guess what was going through his mind. Perhaps he was wanting to know what would stop her from abusing him too. His cuts were deep in his brain of horrible memories.
Horse: Click<3 (second one down)