Fearless?
By me
Starring: Celso, Keane, Taurus, Bruiser
By me
Starring: Celso, Keane, Taurus, Bruiser
Celso snorted, lifting his head up to look over the backs of the horses grazing around him. It was a clear day and the weather was wonderful. The cloudless sky let the sun warm his fur, and he smiled. This truly was the perfect day.
A small stream ran through the paddock, and Celso decided that drink would be a good idea. Stepping away from the herd, he trotted happily over to the stream and dipped his head down to drink. The water was cold and very refreshing.
A noise to his left made him lift his head. Looking up, he saw his trainer Keane walking towards him. Celso snorted; he still hadn't gotten used to the human, since horse and man shared a certain stubbornness that often made them butt heads. But Keane was nice, and Celso appreciated it. Keane patted Celso's neck, and the horse bent down again to drink. The two shared a quiet moment before Keane spoke.
"You've been doing really well."
Celso huffed. Of course he had. He was probably the best herding horse on this whole ranch, and he wasn't about to let Keane forget that.
A noise ahead of him caught his attention, and he raised his head. Before him lay about twenty yards of paddock, then the paddock fence, then thick forest. Something had moved, but he presumed it was just a bird, and went back to grazing on the grass next to the stream.
Something rustled again, and this time both Celso and Keane looked up to see what it was. Keane glanced at Celso, wondering if the horse could see something he couldn't, but the stallion was just as confused. He stared hard into the trees, trying to find the source.
His ears flew back when something growled.
At this point, he could hear the herd moving behind him. Celso glanced back to make sure they were safe, but as he turned back, three large dogs burst out of the forest and leapt over the fence. Celso recognized them immediately. About seven miles down the road from Shadow Cove lived an old farmer whose son had recently taken over running the establishment. Unfortunately, the son didn't care much for keeping his animals in check. These were his dogs.
The largest of the three, some kind of wolf hound, headed straight for Celso. The stallion was having none of that. He immediately bolted with the rest of the herd, leaving Keane to deal with the mess. Keane ran after him, hopping the fence as the rest of the horses jumped over it. Taurus and Bruiser, two of the ranch dogs, had come running from the house and were fending the dogs off.
Keane turned to Celso, breathing hard.
"You absolute chicken."
Celso headbutted him, knocking him to the ground.
A small stream ran through the paddock, and Celso decided that drink would be a good idea. Stepping away from the herd, he trotted happily over to the stream and dipped his head down to drink. The water was cold and very refreshing.
A noise to his left made him lift his head. Looking up, he saw his trainer Keane walking towards him. Celso snorted; he still hadn't gotten used to the human, since horse and man shared a certain stubbornness that often made them butt heads. But Keane was nice, and Celso appreciated it. Keane patted Celso's neck, and the horse bent down again to drink. The two shared a quiet moment before Keane spoke.
"You've been doing really well."
Celso huffed. Of course he had. He was probably the best herding horse on this whole ranch, and he wasn't about to let Keane forget that.
A noise ahead of him caught his attention, and he raised his head. Before him lay about twenty yards of paddock, then the paddock fence, then thick forest. Something had moved, but he presumed it was just a bird, and went back to grazing on the grass next to the stream.
Something rustled again, and this time both Celso and Keane looked up to see what it was. Keane glanced at Celso, wondering if the horse could see something he couldn't, but the stallion was just as confused. He stared hard into the trees, trying to find the source.
His ears flew back when something growled.
At this point, he could hear the herd moving behind him. Celso glanced back to make sure they were safe, but as he turned back, three large dogs burst out of the forest and leapt over the fence. Celso recognized them immediately. About seven miles down the road from Shadow Cove lived an old farmer whose son had recently taken over running the establishment. Unfortunately, the son didn't care much for keeping his animals in check. These were his dogs.
The largest of the three, some kind of wolf hound, headed straight for Celso. The stallion was having none of that. He immediately bolted with the rest of the herd, leaving Keane to deal with the mess. Keane ran after him, hopping the fence as the rest of the horses jumped over it. Taurus and Bruiser, two of the ranch dogs, had come running from the house and were fending the dogs off.
Keane turned to Celso, breathing hard.
"You absolute chicken."
Celso headbutted him, knocking him to the ground.