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Post by Melissa on Mar 20, 2008 20:59:36 GMT -5
The Xenophon blood will always run free
It was the middle of the night when I awoke with a start, nearly rolling out of bed and onto on the floor when one of the horses let out a shrill call. "Santana." I muttered, throwing back the covers and bolting through pulling on some clothes that were lying on the floor. I would recognize that call anywhere but why the chestnut would be calling out was beyond me, but if I knew my filly something was up. Bursting down the stairs I reached the front door of the house just as Cain appeared in the shadows from his room on the main floor. "Mel, what's going on out there?" The young boy asked, his dark eyes darting to look out the window. "No clue. I'm heading out to check it out. You should probably head back to bed Cain." I said hurriedly pulling on gloves before tying up my boots and zipping up my barn coat. It was frigid out there and I wanted to be prepared just in case I was out there for a long time.
Stepping outside and shivering for the slightest second I broke into a sprint for the training barn, my boots crunching on the frost that had covered the ground and my shadow invisible in the darkness. The wind was cutting as I ran toward the door, the sounds of hooves meeting wood sending shivers of fear and worry down my spine. Wrapping my hand around the barn door handle and sliding it backwards as Santana's whinnies cut through the late winter wind. Stepping silently inside the barn I closed the door behind me and flicked on the lights. The sight that greeted me was one worthy of shock.
Falsch, the trusted guard dog that usually slept in the loft above the stalls of the training barn was standing near Folksong's stall door and growling at a strapping black filly in the aisle while the bay shuffled the bedding in her stall as she tossed her head, eyes wide with fear but recognition showed in Song's kind brown eyes when she spotted me. "Easy angel." I called softly to the bay GS Gallant Prince sister. Turning back to the black holy terror that stood, all 17 hands of her, in the middle of the barn aisle. Ears firmly back Korona reared, blood spatters across her chest and back from where she'd obviously rammed one too many times into her stall door. This was the reason why Santana had been so loud.
Breaking my gaze to the chestnut filly I shifted in the direction of the stall of my chestnut Vintage daughter just as Korona bolted for it, the sounds of a 1000 pound horse hitting a stall door with a thud. Spinning away from Santana's stall just as the bright Xenophon daughter reared, the fury at Korona's challenge radiating off her. "Santana no!" I shouted when the filly's hooves sounded against the wood door in response to the black. Ignoring the tiger like movements of Korona I slid up beside Ana's door telling myself I would deal with the black later, right now I was more interested in keeping Santana's kind demeanor around. I didn't want to be held guilty should the sweet filly turn like her sire.
The look in the eyes of the chestnut was almost too much to bear, Korona had triggered the hot, mad blood of Xenophon. "Ana." I crooned, ignoring the batterings of the angry filly's hooves against the walls and door of her stall and I slid inside. For once I was fearful of the chestnut I'd raised simply because there was no sign of recognition in the brown eyes of Santana. Cold fury had replaced what used to be kind, gentle openness in her eyes. Slamming into the stall door and nearly knocking me over before I could shut the door Santana whistled a challenge to Korona as she skittered out into the aisle. Falsch, bless him snarled but knew he was better off to stay out of the way of the two fillies.
One dark, the other light they circled each other, sizing each other up. Korona lunged forward but Santana was quicker than the Kore VS daughter and she veered away before zeroing in with bared teeth to catch a open wound from the stall door Korona had battered into, pulling the skin back and blood ran from the re-opened wound. Korona's screams of fury ricocheted off the barn walls as the black turned with lightning fast swiftness on her chestnut enemy. The smaller, more fleet Xenophon daughter was ready and took a step back just as Korona charged towards her.
Eyes ablaze with unmerciful rage and hatred Korona bucked, head bobbing before she circled at a quick trot around Santana. The chestnut filly's eyes gleamed as she swished her tail, muscles tense as she stealthily watched her opponent. It was all I could do to stay out of the way as the two fillies moved about the aisle. That was when Korona launched another attack on Santana, teeth landing on Ana's neck as the two battled. Santana kicked out with a sharp squeal toward Korona's side but the black held on, ears flattened and eyes red. With a wrenching pull from Kor, Ana leaped away just like a nimble gazelle from the bulkier black who stumbled and nearly went down to her knees but was up in a second and hotly pursuing the chestnut. In a race the two would have looked spectacular for Santana was really working and Korona was showing her power as she attempted to catch up with the copper Thoroughbred in front of her.
Several of the stalls that lead out to small paddocks and the former stall of FS Waylay Attack was one of the ones that. Catching scent of the fresh air Santana curved her agile body and darted inside the stall before hightailing it for the far end of the paddock. Korona wasn't quite as lucky to make the sharp turn and crashed to the barn floor. Seizing my chance I raced down, thankfully Kor was just struggling to get up. Scurrying back I grabbed the stud chain and leather halter, slipping it around the head of the black. Her eyes blazing she glared at Santana who stood alone in the middle of the paddock, with blood dripping from the awful looking wound made by the teeth of the black filly.
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