Melodious Chirping Cricket

[Sakura Sake]

Name: Cricket
Age: Four
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Thoroughbred
Diata Nakashima's

[cricket]

Cricket allowed himself to be led into the barn, he still had the bare saddle on and the bridle was still uncomfortably unfitted. He was led to a stall and he just stopped and waited to be led somewhere else. He just wanted to get settled...then he could get to meeting his neighbors, Diata might even take him out for a ride. His heart soared at the thought, he hadn't been riden since he left the stable after the accident, which must have been a whole month ago. His legs itched at the thought of running, he also had been stuck in closed stalls being moved from place to place. He desperatley wanted to run again!

[Sakura Sake]

Diata started untacking the stallion. "I'll get you a real jumping saddle and bridle," he declaired as he threw the worthless tack out of the stall and into the empty one across the way. "You'll look prized before you even get a ribbon." He smiled to himself as he thought about flying over jumps again. Better yet, riding with Megen and Wing. His heaven would be back within reach. Megen, Wing, he and his horse... on the beach, in the woods, or just in the fields running around like they used to. The entire thought made him want to dance about the barn, but he knew that would ruin him more than anything, so he just kept his silent smile and happiness inside him.

[cricket]

Cricket nickered happily in agreement, then he stamped his hoof impatiently. Ok human, tell me more about winning blue ribbons and getting pretty tack AFTER I'm running with you on my back...LETS GO! The horse wanted out, and he wanted out now. Cricket neighed and trembled all over in anticipation, Ok get on my back and lets go for a ride! a thought occured to him. Perhaps the human was intimidated. Cricket snorted, then lowered his maw to tickle the man's hand, he gently nudge his hand, then his arm, over the back of a stallion...his back. If Diata mounted him right then in there, bareback, in the stall, Cricket decided, he would stand still like an angel. But whatever he did he was going to have to get this crazy stag outside for a good, long run!

[Sakura Sake]

Diata smiled to himself. "I know you want out, but can we wait to see if Megen and Wing want to come too?" he asked the stallion, thought he was pretty sure Cricket had little intetion of going outside with Megen's painted brute. Thinking for a moment, Diata looked across the way twords the old tack. "What should we do with that..." he whispered to himself. He ran his hand through his black hair. He hadn't dyed it, or spiked it for that matter. "Maybe I should toss it at your dickheaded, old owner?" He seemed to be rambling to himself, but Diata didn't really care all that much. It made no difference to him. A horse was still a being worth talking to in his book. In reality, Ryuu felt that horses listened better and took far more in then a human ever could. Still, the man thought to himself. Soon his thoughts became aloud and in Japanese.

[cricket]

The stud was curious as to what he was talking about, to show this he tilted his head to the side in an almost comical way. When Diata continued to trail off into more an more alien words Cricket simply did his best to look patient...but at the moment that was very very hard. grrr I wanna RUN! Can we please cut the chit chat? He squinted his eyes shut, trying to telepathically make his talkative owner understand. Though he couldn't understand words unless they were part of his small vocabulary(which pretty much consisted of woa, dumb horse, stupid animal, faster, ya, and food.) he had to figure out the intentions mainly on tone. And so far Diata didn't sound mad at him, actually the whole time he had been with his owner he still had yet to be hit. Realizing that perhaps, just perhaps he would finally be once again in the hands of a non-abusive ower allowed Cricket to relax, and actually forget about going outside...for a little bit anyway.

[Sakura Sake]

Diata sighed. "My rambling isn't helping your case, is it, Cricket?" he stated. He looked out the small window that looked out from the stall to the pastures. "Why don't I just let you in the pastures for a bit... so you can get settled in and I can get settled with the fact of a horse?"

OOC: Crap post XD

[cricket]

OOC: its ok...I LOVE the place's new look!...hmmm do you think I could delete Whisper? I mean I want to focus mainly on Cricket and Pebble.

The man's voice was very understanding in tone, but it still didn't dim the high-spirited stallion's wishes. The horse heard the word pasture. That was enough for him, he gave an impatient nicker and a loud stomp with his hoof. He lowered his nape and lightly rammed his stall door with his thick cranium. The annoying chatter of pidgeons in the rafters penetrated the stag's sonar hearing. He almost winced at their incomprehensible blabbering. Hoping that Diata understood he agreed with the idea, Cricket waited.

[Sakura Sake]

OOC: If you want to, I'll remove Whisper from the database.

BIC:
Diata smiled and took the horses halter lightly. "It's nice out," he said. "Just don't jump the fence, okay? I'll feel bad." He looked up at the rafters of the barn. "Rat's with wings," Diata stated, annoyed and out of his normal jittery tone. He looked back to Cricket and smiled. I'll get some barn owls in here. Those damn birds will run, he thought. Keeping his smile, Diata began to lead Cricket out of the stables and into the bright sun. He stopped for a moment to take in the fresh winter air before opening the gate for the brute and led him in to the soon-to-be-covered-with-ice pasture.

[E.a.g.l.e]

Cricket moved eagerly. His muscles had lost their fine toning because of his lack of training in the past months. At first he had been content to sit in his various stalls all day eating grain and hay, but after awhile the naturally active horse had desperately wished his training and regular riding schedule would continue soon. Day after day he had eagerly scanned the stable aisles, looking for a stable boy.

His hopes were gone by the 3rd week of lounging about in total boredom. He simply moved through each day, often filled with a new home and new owner with casualness. He passed through so many hands he forgot what a true friendship and home meant. How did he know Diata would not simply hand him off to yet another cruel, heartless master like Mr. Charles had been? How could he truly trust this man?

He obediently continued to follow him. As he poked his cranium out of the stable doors a blast of cold wind hit him straight in the face. He jerked his delicate façade out of the door way and backed a little ways indoors again. But the open pasture was too tempting to simply abandon. He gingerly returned to the opening and walked slowly through, this time bracing his body for the rush of ice air. Continuing his journey to the pasture with Diata.

Upon reaching the gate Cricket leaned his head down and vigorously began to itch his forehead against Diata. His large body behind him his powerful scratching had the ability to knock Diata right off his feet….well at least make him grab onto a fence post to keep his balance. But the gentle giant was simply unaware of what his mischievous behavior might cause.

[Sakura Sake]

Diata stopped for a moment, letting the horse get used to the icey weather, but wasn't willing to turn around. He, being stupid, forgot his jacket in the stables. As Cricket began fallowing Diata again, he pointed over to a pasture that was by the stable horse, Flash. "Let's start this off well, okay?" he stated. "Try not to fight with him."

He shivered a little as a blast of cold air past the two. He just shrugged it off, at least untill the stallion got his itch. At first, Diata just thought it was a nudge to hurry his ass up, but that was very, very wrong. After opening the gate, Diata was pushed into the light snow fall. He couldn't help but start to laugh up at the stallion. "Man, you're an odd one, Cricket," he said between laughs.

[E.a.g.l.e]

Cricket stepped back, away from his owner who was now laughing hysterically in the snow. He lowered his head in an apolegetic manner to tickle and nuzzle his neck. He then moved his maw over to the snow that was on the ground. Even though he had seen it before it was the first snowfall of the year. His mug parted and he took a huge bite of the frozen flakes. At first it just kinda of stayed in his mouth, then an icey pain shot through his whole mouth and down his swallowing throat. He snorted and whined in suprise, his mouth now numb. He looked at Diata with confused eyes and then he realized the same even had occured last year with his old young master. He gave a horsey sigh at his own stupidness and forgetfulness.

His optics turned to see another stallion in a pasture close by...his nares flared and he gave a loud, masculine snort. He announced himself with a loud, challenging neigh. He was alot larger than the stag and wanted to make sure he obtained domanance early if there was going to be a happy relationship between them. For the time being he forgot about his owner that was laying dangerously in front of the huge stag and his foe.

[Sakura Sake]

Diata laughed a bit more as the stallion nuzzled him. "I hate horse whiskers," he announced, knowing the horse wouldn't have the faintest idea as to what he had just said. He looked over at Flash for a moment to find the white horse eating some hay that was in a trough under a canopy. He sighed a little as his laughing subsided. He didn't want Cricket nor Flash to end up hurt in anyway. Soon, Diata stood back up as the brute tried eating some snow. He chuckled a little at the sight of the horses own brain-freeze. "I could have told you that was going to happen," he laughed.

As Cricket's eyes faded across to the other pasture, Diata fallowed with his own eyes. "Flash isn't a problem," he stated. "Don't worry about him. At least don't jump the fence." His voice was demanding, yet still calm.

[E.a.g.l.e]

Audits swiveled back on their bases as Cricket heard Diata's words. He knew the word jump and had a small idea of what fence meant. He turned his large cranium to stare at him with a questioning look. The white brute was momentarily forgotten and Cricket found pleasure in the human's company. He sideled up to lip Diata's pockets, perhaps a treat was hidden there. From past experiences the black stallion had learned humans had infinate ways to hide and hold things. He returned his gaze to the other horse and called a little friendlier greeting then his last cry.

"Ho' there white one! I go by the name of Cricket, what do I have to address you as?"

He experimentally walked a few steps further into the pasture to see if Diata would allow it, for he still was attached to the lead rope and did not yet have full freedom.

[Sakura Sake]

Diata unlached the lead from the brute's halter, allowing him to go. Flash was ignoring the world around him as he ate at his hay.

OOC: I can't think of anything. I'm attending to several RPs.

[E.a.g.l.e]

Cricket snorted in disgust and rudely in the lazy stallion's direction. He could deal with him later...right now he had more important things to focus on. As his halter was unlatched he shivered with anticipation. The second he was released he bunched his muscles together and bolted, his speed was alarming and as he flew past Diata the wind was enough to ruffle anyone's shirt and hair. He sped and pumped his pistons all the way to the end of the large pasture. He screamed a happy neigh to the heavens, his natural form finally coming back to him. This was what he was bred to do... run.

He saw a large tree fallen in the middle of the green length. He picked up his already galloping pace into a flat out run. It was a wide tree...and it had landed on a few rocks...making it about the height of a very tall and wide jump in a national competition. With his natural competitive spirit, Cricket made the tree his temporary goal. He felt the ground fly underneath him as he ate up the distance between him and the tree, his mane whipped against his ebony pelt and his banner flew out far behind him. As he finally reached his destination he gathered himself and his whole body bunched and sprung, his powerful back legs left the ground as he vaulted himself up and over the jump. His front limbs stretched out to cleanly absorb the shock of his 1,000 lb body.

He was unable to stop his momentum immediatley so he galloped a ways a bit, turning around once he reached the other side. His gallop slowly formed into a canter and his canter into a trot. The stallion choppily trotted back to the gate, breathing heavily from his self-inflicted work-out. But he was totally satisfied with the fact that he had finally earned his freedom, and the realization of that jump had showed him Diata might actually care enough to keep him. He looked curiously at the man who was a few hundred feet away from him. He knew the man would never actually be able to speak with him, but perhaps body language could help. He tilted his head into a downright position of questioning...do you really want me?

[Sakura Sake]

Silently, Diata watched Flash and his reaction. He was known to be a little hot-headed at times, but maybe the snow had calmed him down a bit. Hopefully that was the case. Once he realized Cricket was going to run, he tried moving aside, but almost got run over in the process. He couldn't help but laugh as he almost fell over to the snowy earth once again. He tried to fix his hair a little, but failed to do so. He watched the stallion quietly with a broad smile on his face. The horse had lightened up by a lot now. He could probably trust the beast now.

Diata kept his eyes opened as he jumped up onto the fence post. He was amazed that Cricket was even going to attempt to jump the tree. He knew it must have been six or more feet high. It was far too large for a horse that hasn't been worked in a while. Still, he watched in amazement as the horse galloped closer to the fallen bark. As the horse left the earth, Diata couldn't help but gawk. He had actually made it! Cricket, Diata's horse, could be a national show jumping champion! Diata tried to shake himself from his trance, but he was too far in awe to even think of anything.

[E.a.g.l.e]

Cricket was still breathing somewhat hard and he was by now very thirsty. His run had been satisfying enough so he returned to stand by the fencing that Diata was leaning on. He rubbed up against the fence to reached an itch he had....his coat hadn't had a good bath in a very long time and itches were always around.

[Sakura Sake]

Diata jumped from the fence. "Let's go in," he said, holding out the lead. "It's getting cold."

[E.a.g.l.e]

Cricket moved over to wait patiently at the gate. In the cool air his sweat had caked onto his raven pelt and it seemed to crackle every time he moved. With a hurry-it-up tone he nickered to Diata. That run had opened a new doorway, a new life, and perhaps a new beginning. He was sure his master had enjoyed it...he had that look in his eyes. He was gleeful that perhaps that had encouraged the man to perhaps have the courage to go over the jump with him... because at this point Cricket had no limits and he wouldn't until his rider pushed them to the extreme.

[Sakura Sake]

Diata clipped the lead to the halter and smiled, turning the other direction twords the stable. He started walking, slowly at first, but soon picked his speed up to a full walk. He meandered a little, though, since the wind was blowing at him pretty hard. Soon he was in front of the stable doors which had been closed due to the cold. He started walking in, but instead of stopping at Cricket's stall, he continued down the way.

When he had gotten to his destination, he stoped and very loosely tied the horse's lead to a bar. It was a shower. He took the hose down and turned on the water. He checked it, making sure it was somewhat warm, then began rinsing the stallion's black coat.

[E.a.g.l.e]

Cricket threw his head back and louldy sighed. The relief of the warm liquid running over his beaten and sore limbs was plain heaven. He nickered and grunted to himself a few times in pur e delight. He almost felt the mud flow off his body. As the water started to seep into the welts he had recieved from Mr. Charles whip he had to shiver a little and almost felt like bucking, but he remembered Diata and that probably wouldn't go over to well. So he restrained his urge to kick up his hindquarters and continued to relax. He lowered his nape and allowed his head to hang lazily close to the ground.

This was what life had been like in his old home...his old real home. He had been worked around the track and over jumps, depending on what the stable boy wished to do that day, and afterwards he would be brushed until his coat shone, and once a week washed with a massage promptly after. Oh he had been a spoiled horse, but all that had left him as soon as the stable sold him for a more flashy horse. Indeed he was an amazing creature to look at, but the humans had been very nit-picky and ignorant, they judged a horse on looks and nothing more. So his promise in the show ring and race-track had been overlooked to the fact that he was plain black. So they had gone off and purchased a pretty paint that had no greater value than to sit in the stall and grow fat. But still he had been the one to be beat and learn untrust towards humans.

[Sakura Sake]

Diata started rubbing his hand down the horses body with the water to help more mud and dirst come loose from his ebony coat. He could now see and feel the horse's sores and scars a lot easier. He sighed to himself in dismay. "Poor guy," he whispered. It seemed that most of them had healed over, but he still took extra caution. He didn't want to further injure Cricket or loose the stallion's respect.

[E.a.g.l.e]

Cricket felt the man go over a particularily tender spot, before he could restrain himself he insticntivley swung his flexible neck and bared his teeth at Diata. He suddenly swung his head forward quickly and sulked silently, awaiting the sharp, painful, punishing blow that was sure to follow. That's what he was used to, his muscles tensed as his whole body anticipated the beating.

[Sakura Sake]

Diata moved a little so the stallion couldn't get at him. He took his hand off of the injured spot and just let the water run over it for a little before continuing to the rest of the body. Soon, he was at the black's neck, and starting rinsing the mane.

[E.a.g.l.e]

Cricket snorted apologetically as he felt the luke-warm water calm him once more. Diata's hands felt good and reasurring on his mane. The stallion enjoyed the bath...but he was starting to get restless. Thoroughbreds are very easily distracted when simply standing idle. He jerked his head up and saw a mare a few stalls down. He whinnied a greeting and started to breath harder...thinking about going over to meet her made him tingle.....everywhere. He forced himself to snap out of his instinct's mode, because he knew from experience how hard it would be to get at her through the stall walls. He hung his head and reached down to experimentally sip at the soapy water by his hooves. With a large sqeak his tongue fell out of his mouth as he began to drool. The disgusting taste remained on his buds and his tongue flopped around. He shook his head, sending spit and drool in every direction...including his owner's.

[Sakura Sake]

Diata patted the stallion as he turned to turn off the water valve. "You're a good horse," he whispered to Cricket. He looked over at the mare and smiled. "I think she's sterel, boy. Sorry." He laughed a little. He had no real idea, but that might make him rethink anything. He patted the beast's neck. He was amazed that he'd dare try the water beneath him. Obviously, he rarely got a real bath. He couldn't help but shake his head as he took the lead. He didn't mind the slobber that had gotten on him since he was by far used to it, but now it was time for some bonding with the horse...

[E.a.g.l.e]

Cricket perked his auds up as Diata started talking to him. He nickered in agreement as he heard the word good...yes that was in his vocabulary, but this was the first he had heard of it in a while. As Diata started to lead him he did his usual prancing behind and even after walking by the mare he easily ignored her. His thoughts were focused on listening to the man ahead of him, the one who had given him a place of his very own...the one who didn't hit or yell or whip, and the one who had earned a place in empty hole in Cricket's heart and trust.

[Rach]

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