Try To Be Proud [Pg-13]

[Tayssi]

Striking at the back door of the stable, which led to a paddock, the black thoroughbred stallion nieghed loudly with another strike. The wooden door was starting to give way and a crack could be heard. Suddenly the door snapped off its hinges and down the middle. It gave way, crumbling to the ground as the once gorgeous stallion leapt over it, tossing his head proudly and rearing, pawing the air with a neigh, showing his power and dominance. Or what once was. The shine in his coat was gone, his hooves chipped and wounds and blood twisting around his body and matting his coat. His muscle was slowly disappearing, his ribs just visible.
But the spark of life in his eyes had never vanished. Still true to his nature, the wild thoroughbred was untameable. So much to a point, the people had tried to beat him into it. Never working. Nothing. It was hopeless. An untraiable stallion. So they had decided to sell him off. But until his wounds healed atleast somewhat, they wouldn't dare risk people calling the police on them.
Snorting, the black stallion landed on the ground and tore off up the paddock. He wanted to be free. Running in the fields and forests. Free. His mind called for the wild, his spirit pulled him towards the mountains, his bump boiled in rage that he was trapped.

(Human to help him. Train him.)