The Riverside Horse Ranch RP thred (sign up link inside)

Satan looked at Skylar, a fiery rage filling his eyes. He turned in his temporary stall and went into the back corner.

A while later Alec came back with paint, nails, wood, hooks, and a few other supplies. He took them all and walked towards the stalls. He navigated his way to Satan. He saw Skylar. "Hey!" he walked a little faster. "I'm Alec, Alec Ramsay." he smiled and is red hair shone in the little sun light. "I'm sure you've seen Satan." he put down his supplies. "I'm due to fix up this stall for him, get it nice."

Skylar looked at Alec, "It's a pleasure...I'm Skylar Dean, the Stable Keeper here. This is Secret, my Orlow Trotter." The stallion tossed his head.

"Nice to meet you both." he informed her. "He's a nice looking stallion." he compemented,"Can I give him a sugar cube?" he asked and patted his pocket.

Satan paced in his stall. His eyes fading away. Now a days, he was a good horse, mostly broken. But, when he ran, oh! When he did, and got his head you better watch out. He had a three crown, he won the Kentuky Derby, and two other races making him go into history having a Tripple Crown.

"I don't mind...I have to take Shire out on a ride, the Appaloosa over there..." She soon enough elft with Shire at her side.

He handed him the sugar cube and walked back to his supplies,"I better get working on this." he mumbled half to himself, and half to the open air. He inspected the stall and found it in better shape then he thought. If he just replaced a few boards and nailed them in, then slapped a coat of paint on, and finnaly if he hung some hooks, and redid the feed box and water holder, it would be a top notch stall.

Secret munched on the sugar cube.

He looked at the loose boards making it possible to see Satan's feet click in his stall. "This has got'a go." he whispered. Then he knelt down and got his hammer. He pried the loose nails off and opened the boards. He tugged them off and he started to sweat. Then he move to. The next board and so on. He slowly made progress. By the time he had all the boards off he was sweating hard and very hot.

Satan looked for something to eat and neihed loudly.

"Okay Satan." he mumbled and wiped the sweat off his head. He got up and walked into the next stall. He took is shirt off and rolled up his jeans. He took Satan's lead rope off and put it down. Then he got him out. He jumped on and Satan pulled into a slow canter.

He saw a girl brushing a horse,"Hey!" he told her."Tou seena girl called Hattie?"

"Oh.." he blushed. "I'm Alec Ramsay," he began,"I, well, your father said you'd show me around. But, I'm gonna take my Satan out." he patted Satan's arched neck. He felt good around her. Maybe they could be friends.

Satan shifted his weigh. His mane whipped in Alec's face. His eyes had a fiery love for the boy.

"Perfect!" he smiled,"Satan never has been one for slow rides, or things like that, but, it wouldn't hurt to know'em." he itched his shoulder blade. "He's made for race'n. And that's what he does." Satan looked nervously at her but all of his traing with Henrey, Alec's trusted friend and partner, he had learned to trust people and other horses. He would do what was expected of him. Alec patted his burly stallion.

Satan crab stepped and wanted to be off. It had been a while since he had run, and truly run for that madder. He jerked his head and quieted under Alec's loving hand.

"Oh, he's pretty boy." he looked at him,"He must be who your dad was talking bout'." he studied Shadow. Alec sat on Satan, no saddle or bridle. Just his halter and nothing else.

Satan's whisle went into the air when he saw Shadow.

"Sure am." he sent his warm smile to the younger girl. Sure hope that he makes it big, not sure he will though.... He is a little... he couldn't put his finger on it. "So, you guys have a, race track?" he looked around.

Satan lifted his strong head higher and sniffed the hot air. He lifted his feet and started off on a slow trot.

Alec let his horse go.

OOC: here is his little mini bio...

[br]I am a long-legged stallion with wild eyes and a white dimond on my forehead. I am not always calm, whips and wild challenges get the wild in me worked up, but you will never find a more loyal and fast horse than me.
[br]I come from the the Central Desert in Aribria. I have a long and winded history but in the end, I am one fast, burly horse and I have the blood of the best horses in me. Shêtân and Jônâr. I hold many records and I continue as a race horse.

He let Satan go into a slow trot.

Satan, eager to be moving faster, extended his legs and quickly caught up to them.

"Sorry, just didn't tell him to go.