Meeting your Maker [[ redhead14, M ]]

[Saviour]

Kris's crystaline eyes washed over the dim surroundings of the indoor arena.
The air smelled of dust, but it wasn't thick enough to make him uncomfortable. He was terribly out of place,
with his nice blue jeans and crisp blue shirt. The other's wore tattered wranglers and cowboy hats. He wrung his hands together and leaned against the railing. The chipped white paints flaked off as he did so, but he didn't pay much attention. Instead, his eyes lingered on a well groomed white arabian horse that was prancing in her stall. She seemed ready to be released, and his speculation was proved correct as the mare tossed her head and let out a shrill whinny. He had never been close to an animal of such power, and it made him a little edgy. All he wanted was a little information on these creatures and then he'd be out of the casual place. Everything was so different from his typical working space. Kris Vidack was used to the spottless white of his laboratory, and the stainless steel doors and tabletops. This place, that held a scent of manure and grain, was anything but sterile. Pulling away from the railing, he smoothed his light blue shirt free of the flecks of white paint and moved towards the stalls. Riders and keepers wandered about as though they had somewhere to be within the next moments, and he had to swerve between them to avoid their buckets of grain and wheelbarrows of hay. He grimaced, and finally reached a man who seemed to know what he was doing. Sure enough, he was mucking out the white horse's stall. Kris cleared his throat as he rested his arms along the half door to the little room. The man turned around, a scowl of confusion playing on his features. He was older, or aged by his work. With deep wrinkles around his eyes and mouth that Kris read like the pages of a book. They spoke of his work, and how passionate he was about it. "Hello" Kris said, his voice wasn't deep like the actors in those old western movies, but it was trained and accurate. His icy gaze met the dark brown of the man's eyes, and the keeper removed his hat in greeting.
"Whattaya want?" He asked, in a friendly tone. His voice cracked with it's low octave,
but it was more like that of a grandfather's than of a grumpy old man.

[redhead14]

peyton snorted as she pranced around the medium sized stall, she had been on the run for awhile and wound up here since she had a bi tof a temper being an abarian and everything. little did they know she was human as well. peyton picked up the scent that did not quite belong at a horse auction, as she stuck her head or the stall door, thats when she saw him. a man no older then 28 who looked way out of place here. he was neat and clean compared to the dirty from work cowboys around here. peyton kicked her stall door and let a shrill piercing whinny fly into the air wanting to run and be gone form here, she was afiad the people that were after her would find her, even though she was thousands of miles away from where she was "creatated". her handler had come to clean her stall and to calm her down as she was setting off the horses near her. the man that had the scent of clean and lad smell came to her stall door, she pinned her ears and backed away, grunting as her rump hit the back wall. as her handler started to talk to the man at the door she nudge her handler pushing him toward the door as she stomped her hoof wanting to stretch her legs

[Saviour]

Kris's eyes turned from the older man to the mare.
She seemed terrified of him, and he wasn't sure why. Sure he was different, but do horses really care about those things? He shook his head and turned his attention back to the man. He lurched forward, and gripped the old wood of the stall door to brace himself. Casting a dirty look in the horse's direction, he shook his head. The handler didn't care too much for the mare, she was too wild for him. He felt sorry for the poor lad who might purchase her. "Sorry. What?" He said, barely catching what Kris had said. Kris shook his head, and forced himself not to laugh at the mare. "Do you mind if I step inside? I'm doing some research on the breed and need to gather some information." He said, and stuffed his large hands into the back pockets of his jeans. The movement pulling his shirt tighter against his chest.

[redhead14]

peyton relaxed as she heard the tone of the mans voice was not threatening. she pricked her ears as this man wanted to come in the stall to look at her. she nickered and stepped into the light revealing her electric blue green eyes. she pawed at the ground then looked at her handler then at the younger guy and bobbed her head wanting to see what was up with this guy, he looked like the type that would be into science but he wasn't nerdy looking, he was just like one if those people that were friends with everyone but weren't the air headed people. peyton backed up so he could come in the older guy , her handler had called her angel which was one of the many names she was given as her horse form. she looked at him and just snorted not listening to him

[Saviour]

The handler nodded shortly "She's kind of a handful..."
He mumbled as he turned the latch of the door. It opened outward, and Kris pulled it open just enough for him to slip inside. He then pulled the door shut and locked it. The handler, whose name he later discovered was Tim, propped his shovel up against the wall and wiped his hands on his jeans. "What is her name?" He asked as he stepped just a few feet closer. The horse still stood a full three feet from him, and he decided to let the creature close the gap. Kris was already slightly nervous, he knew how much power rolled beneath that stainless white coat. Holding out his hand, he flatened his fingers in the same way he had watched the others do when they aproached these animals.

[redhead14]

peyton watched as kris opened the door and shut it then come closer, she took in his scent before coming closer and sniffing his hand. after she was done sniffing his hand she blew in his face then playfully nipped his shirt. she wanted to get out of the stall but she stood still so kris would come closer. she could tell he was a little afraid

[Saviour]

Kris felt the tickling of her whiskers against his hand and almost
grinned at the strange feeling. He looked over at the handler just as the mare nipped his shirt, and he jumped back. Kris's eyes lifted to meet the mare's, but he saw no harmful intention. Letting out his breath, he stepped closer and placed his hand on her forehead, the coat was warm and soft.

[redhead14]

peyton whinned almost as to laugh as he stepped back from her after she had nipped his shirt, but once he had come back to her and place his hand on her forehead, she lowered her head and sighed enjoying the attention. she leaned into his touch then looked him in ithe eye. * if only you knew what i really was * she thought as they stood there

[Saviour]

Kris stroked her cheek before he moved to her side. His blue gaze washed over her, and it took him little time to recognize her anatomy as purebred and very well kept. He ran a hand down the length of her back, and his eyes narrowed a little in concentration. He needed to remember almost everything about this specimen for later reference.

[[ sss ]]

[redhead14]

Peyton's muscles started to relax as he ran his hand Over her back, but before he could finish, a man of 38 with a dark brown beard came to the door " if you want time to look at the mare your going to have todo it from the stands it's her turn to get bid on" he said as he looke at her handler, who went and got her halter and lead getting ready to take her to the arena. Peyton snorted and steppe back from kris before rearing and pinning her ears as her handler put her halter on and led her from the stall. Even though she was out of the stall the next part was worse, Peyton whinnied loudly and pulled trying to get away from her handler, but others came to help as she was led into the ring. The announcer start to talk about her as they turned her loose to run and show how smooth her gaits were. Peyton's eyes widen as she galloped around her tail flaged as she went. She rear once or twice as the men on horses got too close. " the rarest eye on a horse you'll ever see" shouted the announcer as the bidding start at $9,500. Peyton listened as the pride rose higher* if only they knew once they get me home I'll be gone by morning* she thought

[Saviour]

Kris glanced back at the man as he spoke, and he rolled his eyes. He turned back and stepped away from the mare as she thrust her hooves into the air. Flexing the muscles along his jaw, Kris turned and left the stall. He walked down the stalls and back to the arena to watch as the mare galloped around the arena. Her muscles rippling smoothly beneath her coat. Kris thought how interesting she was, but he didn't need her for his experiment. Or did he? He shook his head, and listened as the announcer spoke. Something was different about the mare, but he just couldn't place it. Kris knelt down, his hands still on the railing. The ice of his gaze followed the white horse as she danced around the dirt arena, and he was tempted to place a bid.

[redhead14]

As Peyton galloped around the arena they brought out jumps for her to jump to show she wasn't just flashy but that she was also a skilled jumper. The men on horses directed Peyton towards the jumps set up at 5'8 which she jumped with less to no effort at all. " not only is she a gorgeous mare that can jump but she also know dressage" the announcer shouted as the mare went to a trot and pinned her ears at one of the cowboys who got too close with his gelding. Peyton nipped the gelding then bolted towards the rail and turning away just in the nick of time, she started to prance in place as she prick her ears and look directly at kris for a slit second before trotting around again as the cowboys came near her again

[Saviour]

Kris's eye brow raised in contemplation at the mare as her interest turned towards him. So they can recognize individuals of different species, he thought. Standing slowly, he leaned against the same chipped railing that he had before meeting the horse. His eyes followed her movement, and finally he raised his hand sharply to place the bid the auctioneer was offering. Kris lowered his hand and listened as the bid continued to increase. Keeping up, he continued to bid higher and higher than the others until he finally won the horse. Kris stopped after the bidder yelled 'sold'. He pursed his lips together tightly, and glanced back. What had he done? He had no where to keep the mare, let alone anything to feed her. He grumbled, and glanced over at the rival bidder. He didn't seem happy that Kris had won the Arabian, so Kris maneuvered his way back towards the stalls.

[redhead14]

peyton heard the prices soar as the bid kepted going up as they caught her, then she heard sold, but what caught her off guard the most was when the auctioneer pointed at kris, the man from earlier had won her. " thats 25,000 the winning bid of this beautiful mare to the man in the blue button-down " he said as they led peyotl from the arena but to her stall. whine they put peyton back in her stall she could shake the fact that a guy who didn look like he knew a clue about horses had bid on her and won. before she could even get her thoughts together her handler and kris, he rbuyer were at her stall door

[Saviour]

Kris gathered his thoughts as they led the mare from the arena and into her stall. Soon, he realized he was walking towards the horse stalls. The man reached her stall just before she was led inside, and he leaned against the door. Kris was slightly in shock of what he had done, but he could justify it. There was something different about the horse. Not just her eyes and her surprising understanding, but something more. She had a side that could only be classified as unusual. The handler stepped up to Kris, and he shook his head softly. "Good luck" Was all he said.

[redhead14]

peyton watched as kris came and stood in front of her stall door, she wondered if he even knew how to ride a horse much less own one, it wasn't like he'd own her for long anyway. peyton snorted as her handler gathered all her things and placed them in front of her stall, once he was done he walked away. the guy named mark with the dark brown beard from earlier came by " do you have a way of getting this mare home" he asked in a deep southern accent " and we need the money you bid on her son" he said as he patted peyton on her silky neck. peyton watched to too before making sure no one form her past was around, the so called scientist were at almost every horse show or auction trying to find her, they wanted her alive to continue running test but she was in deep trouble with them

[Saviour]

Kris watched as the handler moved methodically around the stall, his eyes trailing his every movement and memorizing them. He heard the man's foot steps, but didn't expect them to stop. They faded, and a southern twang rung in Kris's ears. Turning slowly, he nodded at the man. "I don't, but it won't be a problem." He said as he pulled out his wallet. The thin, leather fold was well worn but still practical. He frowned slightly and pulled out his checkbook instead. "Do you have a pen?" He asked him. A woman who was walking passed stopped and turned to offer hers. She wasn't the typical here either, she wore a tight pen skirt and nice blouse. Hesitating a moment, Kris took the pen and filled out the right amount as though it was an everyday thing. Ripping the paper from the book, he handed the check to the accented man. "Do you have a trailer I could buy off you?" He asked.

[redhead14]

mark waited as kris pulled out his check book and wrote his check, just as a women who didn't look like she l=belinged here offered her pen when marl couldn't find his own. " yah we were actually sell a lightly used two horse one, but ill let you have it since your bid was the highest we have had in a long time" mark said with a smile before tell ing kris where he could find the dark blue and silver trailer, then walking away to collect money. peyton stepped back into the darkness of her stall ass she picked up an old scent she recognized form a long time ago. peyton looked to see a women, her "fake" mother to be exact. peyton snort and pinned her ears before turning her rump towards the women so that she wouldn't recognize her

[Saviour]

Kris's gaze hesitated on the mysterious young woman, but he turned back to Mark as he explained the whereabouts of the trailer. "Thank you" He said, with a half-hearted smile. Turning, he looked into the stall at the horse he had just purchased. A frown teased at his lips, but he snapped his fingers to catch her attention. It was an unconventional way of getting a horse to come to him, but she wasn't your typical horse. His silver grey eyes were locked on the horses unique design and seemingly artifical perfection.

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[redhead14]

Peyton heard kris snap his fingers at her, he flicked her ears towards his direction but only when she knew it was only him there did she turn around and walk over to him. Peyton pushed her forehead into Kris's chest as she took in his scent, she couldn't place it bit sine thing about this guy made her feel calm and safe. Peyton playfully nibbled on his hair before nickering lowly
( what does sss mean?)

[Saviour]

[[ It means sorry so short ]]

Kris stroked the mares forhead a few moments before he turned his attention to a halter. Sliding the lock open, the man stepped inside with the mare and locked the gate behind him. Kris grabbed the cloth halter and handled it a bit, getting used to the feeling and design. Once confident, he moved towards the horse and slid it over her nose and under her chin. Gently, Kris tucked her ears into place before he buckled it together. He took a rope and clipped it to the ring that hung below the cerulean colored cloth.

[redhead14]

peyton waited as kris entered her stall and grabbed her halter. he was a strange one she had to admit. he wasn't like anyone of the scientist she had met before, it was as if he had an actual love for what he did. peyton let him put the halter on her and the lead rope before she bolted towards the door wanting to get out of this stall and this place. she looked back at kris and snorted stomping her hoof ready tp get to moving

[Saviour]

Kris furrowed his brows when she moved towards the door, and he pulld her back away from it so she wouldn't be a handful when they did decide to leave. He glanced around the mare's body to see that the woman from before was still outside of the stall. Slightly frustrated that she hadn't left yet, Kris unhooked the lead rope. He wrapped the thick, rough fibers arund his hand and elbow until it was in a neatly spiralled shape. Kris hung the circled rope on a hook and left the stall to confront the woman. He locked the stall door behind him and leaned against it. "Can I help you?" He asked. Kris's tone and words were polite, although they held an aggitated undertone that he purposely used totry and persuade the woman to leave.

[redhead14]

peyton backed away form the stall door as kris pulled on the halter, she knew the lady was still out there and she could tell kris was getting upset by her prences as well. as kris took the lead off of her halter, peyton backed up to the back corner of the stall and watched as kris walked to the stall door to confront the women. the lady turned as she heard krises voice " uhm maybe you can, your horse you just bought is quite the looker can i get a better look at her". peyton heard the lady asked to see her, so she rolled in the dirt giving her the aperence being unrecognizable

[Saviour]

Kris nodded slowly, unsure of how to respond to the woman. She surely wasn't trying to buy the horse from him, she wouldn't get far. Kris frowned in slight confusion, and turned back to see the glroious white mare taint her coat with dark patches of dirt. Golden strands of straw clung to her mane. Shaking his head and grinning slightly, Kris turned back. "Sure, from outside the stall. She doesn't do well around strangers" Kris told the woman. Honestly, he didn't know anything about the mare. He just didn't feel comfortable with the woman getting close to her.

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