Owner:KEEN. KEEN IS THE OWNER.
Show Name: KEEN'S HORSE
or
Whichever works.
Barn Name: KEEN'S
or
Gender: Mare
Age: 7 years old
Halter color: Teal
Pearl/jewel color (halter): Turquoise
Story/Description/etc:Additional Characters:
Xerox Cinnamon Sugar x Xerox
The sunrise was glorious. Pinks, yellows, and purples all flashed
across the sky in a showy display. Sugar gazed out over the
meadow, in awe of the splendor of the sky. She closed her eyes
and breathed deeply of the scent of the morning; the clover
flowers in the meadow, the dew on the grass, the pines in the
forest nearby... All of these combined to fill her with a sense of
joy in the morning air. She lowered her head to sniff the clover
and began to graze. After a while she became thirsty. She
slowly moved toward the stream that cut through her meadow.
The water was icy cold and crystal clear. She had followed it
once to see where it came from. She had discovered that it
bubbled up through rocks from underground. She drank long
and deeply from the cold water, feeling the chill reach her
stomach. After she was sated, she turned to walk back out to
the clover patch.
She stopped short. There was a large shadow behind an oak
tree. She watched warily as the shadow moved out from behind
the tree. Before her stood a handsome stallion. But... he had
horns? Sugar shook her head and blinked. Yes, he really did
have horns. She had never seen a horse with horns before. But
he was handsome...
The stallion looked at her with an expression that made her
uncomfortable. She shifted her weight back onto her hind legs,
preparing to leave. But he stepped forward, as if to stop her.
His look became a leer.
"C-can I help y-you?" Sugar stammered nervously.
The big gray stallion tossed his head, his silver mane catching
the morning sunlight. He really was handsome...
"You sure can, beautiful," the visitor said. He walked toward
her, a confidence in his stride. "I would like to know where the
best patch of clover is. I am hungry, and I only want the best."
He looked her up and down.
Sugar started to get angry. "This is my meadow, sir, and I would
thank you to leave." She raised her head proudly and trotted
away, tail up and feet high.
The gray followed after her, not even needing to trot to keep
up with her. He was so tall. She shook her head. It doesn't
matter, you foolish girl. He is a creep. Walk away.
"Now, now, don't be like that, sugar," the stallion purred.
She pulled up short. "How do you know my name?" She
demanded of him.
"Oh? Is that your name? Sugar?" The gray cocked an eyebrow at
her. "A fitting name for such a filly as you."
Ugh. She pulled a face and walked away again.
"Go away, please," she said as she turned.
"No chance of that any time soon," he said, and she could hear
the smile in his voice, although she could not see him. "You are
a little too interesting for me to just walk away from."
She ignored him and began to graze in her clover patch.
The gray stallion came up beside her, standing too close for
personal preference, and began to graze with her. Sugar jerked
her head up and stepped away. "What are you doing?" She was
starting to get irritated.
"I assumed you brought me here to show me what I was looking
for: the best patch of clover," he replied with a shrug of his
massive shoulders.
"No, I did not. I am trying to get away from you," she rolled
her eyes and snorted.
The stallion looked at her sideways for a long moment. "You
know," he began. "I think I know what your problem is."
Sugar's eyes narrowed. "That you are a pushy, arrogant,
puffed-up stallion who's ego is too big for his head?"
He blinked. "No," he said, stepping closer again. "I think.... I
think you are afraid to listen to your feelings. I think you want
to know more about the big handsome gray stud in your
meadow, but that you are afraid he is too much for you to
handle."
Her face showed shock for an instant, then took on a more
languid expression. "You know..." She moved closer to him,
brushing his side with hers as she walked by him. "I think you
may be right." She circled him slowly, swishing her tail at him.
The stallion's eyes lit up. "Do you?"
"I think maybe that is just the thing," she whispered into his
ear. She came around him, stopping her circling. She looked
back over her shoulder at him. "Or, maybe the thing is that you
are a puffed-up, arrogant, egotistical stallion who needs to be
knocked down a peg or three."
She bucked, hooves flying out and connecting with his shoulder.
She then ran off into the forest, leaving the stranger nursing his
shoulder, and pride, in solitude.
That is why Rose hates the letters W I P.
