Defiance

Story:
Charlotte drifted in and out of sleep as she sat passenger side of the blue dodge pick-up truck. Each bump over uneven pavement rocked her further out of consciousness as Marc kept control of the wheel. The day had been a long one. They had left before dawn from Moonlight drive and the rolling hills of Virginia to make the long, cross country trek to pick up her assigned mustang. She had worked with wild caught horses in the past and the Mustang Challenge had most certainly caught her interest. She was determined from the moment she'd seen the ad that she would enter the competition and, if all worked out, place in the top ten. Her confidence only diminished when she finally met the mystery horse she was to train. The stallion was screaming in the pen, eyes rolled and nose flared, jumping blindly at the pen walls. It had then occurred to her that she had never been given a time limit such as this to train a horse - let alone a wild one. And, after seeing his behavior, she wondered if he would require more time to be trained. When she went to the office to sign in, she was required to give him a name. Marc snorted and said "Why don't you name him asshole, looks like he'll be one." She rolled her eyes at him - he hadn't stopped cracking jokes since they'd left, thinking this was a foolish move by Charlotte. Being the Game of Thrones fan she was, she was instantly reminded of the tenacious Khal Drogo character, the fierce warrior leader of a savage, wild people. The name seemed to fit, so she wrote it down, a small smile creeping across her face as she heard another snort from Marc. "I can't believe you." he was saying. They had gone to meet the volunteers working at the pen, and with the help of many, they managed to drive him through the fences toward the trailer, where he had no choice but to jump into. The whole ordeal was tiring and dusty, and left Charlotte frustrated and low on patience. It had been many hours that they'd been on the road, and they were rounding the last turn to the farm. "Char, wake up." Marc's voice brought her back to the present as the truck came to a squeaking stop in front of the barn. He had backed the trailer up to the recently made round pen where they planned to keep The Khal. With a yawn, she opened the door and hopped out, aware of the relentless banging inside the trailer. Walking around, she met Marc on the other side of the trailer who gave her a reproachful look. After making sure the fencing of the pen was secure before biting her lip and dropping the ramp of the trailer, holding Drogo inside. With a squeal, the buckskin leaped out of the trailer, bucking with every stride. He ran full on into the fence and began lapping the small pen. Marc quickly and efficiently closed the gait of the pen and stepped back. "Better let him calm down before you start whisperin' to him," he chuckled, though some of the humor had left his voice. The stallion hit the fence again and half jumped, half climbed over the 6ft fence, landing clumsily on the other side. With a snort, the little horse took off at a full gallop in the direction of the paddocks. "God dammit!" Charlotte and Marc yelled in unison, and they both ran in the direction of the unruly young horse.

Khal Drogo
Barn name: Drogo
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Mustang
Age: 6 years
Height: 15hh
Color: Buckskin
Genotype: EE/AA/nCr
Markings: None
Personality: (Random from daneart.deviantart.com/journal... )
Takes care of self: If I have to ditch you to get this wasp to stop stinging me I will.
Quirks: Doesn't injure it's self much, Can fall asleep anywhere.....and I mean anywhere
Worst fear: Storms (lightning, thunder, wind, rain)
Herd mentality: The leader of the flock
Handling: Respect for handler (once earned)
Energy level: |---------|
Discipline: Untamed, All around prospect
Bloodlines: Unknown, wild caught


Background: