The bridle is placed on the young stallion or rather attempted. The horse snorts and the man backs away with fright as the animal launches at him in fury emanating irritable noises. The horse is made up of two base colors being that of gray and black. The gray color is more evident in spots near its hooves and backside along with areas in the mane and mussel. In general the stallion is quite beautiful.

The man is in no way young and finds himself at the mercy of a recently obtained Mustang. The animal turns its back to the man still holding the bridle and whinnies in disgust. Now the man being that he is in fact exhausted sighs, running his hand through the thin brown locks up top of his head. Philip or rather Phil as his friends like to call him raises himself onto the gate.

It has been hours since he was assigned to saddle up the horse and take him to the round pen for 'taming'. This had to have been a mistake though. The first time Phil had even attempted to bridle the animal it knocked him down with one swift kick. Then, even as five men tied the animal down it still managed to break free. This was the worst thing that could happen right now to him.

The stallion whinnied again and leaned against the side of the stable obviously annoyed by the fact that it had to be here. "Too bad, so sad Princie," Phil mocked.

Swiftly the animal turned to seemingly glare at him, "Ha, I even came up with a name for you. It should be something close to either Royalty or Princie, since you're so spoiled."

Of course that wasn't his job with the least; his job was to saddle the horse up.

Phil filled with confidence again leapt from the gate upon which he sat and strode up to the horse with a cocky grin.

"You think you got it bad over there? Then just wait, 'cause it's going to get a whole lot worse for you!" The brown haired man yelled at the irritable horse. "Just you wait Princie once someone gets a hold of your mussel you're going to wish you had dealt with me and not whoever is going to train you." Phil smiled still staring at the glaring horse. "You do know he's just going to remain stubborn, right?"

Phil jumped at the sound of the voice behind him. Instantly he knew whose voice it was, "Kozmotis, so good to see you around." Phil looked over the General noticing him with a smirk on his lips and his eyes filled with mischief.

The horse snorted and returned to staring daggers into the corner. "How long have you been trying to bridle this 'Royalty'?"

Phil rubbed the back of his neck, "Oh, I don't know, a couple hours maybe. It's kind of hard to keep track of time with no clock."

The General nodded, "Indeed it is."

Phil drooped "The stallion won't cooperate with or without force on my part. I've tried everything from threatening the animal to acting gentle. Where it gets me is nowhere at all, it even takes to mockery too!"

Kozmotis looked to the horse dropping his smirk and eyeing the animal. "Give me the bridle Phil."

At first Phil gave him the look one does when someone says "Let's jump off a cliff and see if we live." "You want me to what?"

"You heard me."

"That doesn't mean that..." He sighed and handed the General the bridle. Opening the gate, he walked in removing the billowing black cape from behind him. Carefully, he approaches the stallion that as always snorts kicks his back legs. But Phil smiles with madness, Kozmotis didn't become General for nothing.

Koz ducks and avoids any contact with the powerful hooves of the horse. Surprised, Royalty snorts angrily and kicks rapidly at the General but he's too late.

Kozmotis jumps into the air within seconds, Phil laughs at the feat of inhuman skill. The General slips the bit into Royalty's mouth with ease, his other hand hanging onto one of the rafters above in hopes of making himself invisible to the animal.

Obviously confused at the situation Royalty stamps the ground before Kozmotis slips everything into place on the stallion. The bridle is on and tight enough to suite the General. Dropping from the rafter he eases himself onto the horses back. It takes Royalty a second to fully process the situation. The stallion's left ear twitches before both fall back against his head. "Phil, open that gate!"

Koz's voice is filled with excitement as the stable master opens the gate within a couple milliseconds before the horse goes completely off its rocker.

Royalty bolts out the gate, Kozmotis gripping the reigns and tightly hugging the stallion's midsection with his thighs. This was going to be one bumpy ride.

Royalty first takes to simply hope that his rider to fall off after a few rounds of bucking and 'I'm too fast for you attitude'. Obviously this is not the case for Kozmotis.

"Is that all you got Princie?"

The galloping grows faster and Royalty throws out the brakes, stopping in mid stride. If a horse could smirk, then this would be the winner, but it soon falls as he realizes that Kozmotis is still his back. "You're going to have to try a little harder."

An audible snort is heard from the stallion as he turns his head to look at the rider upon his back. The glare would send a small child running for cover, but not Koz. "You mad bro?"

The glare intensifies as Royalty turns and goes for the General's foot. Kozmotis, noticing the strategy, quickly tightens his grip on the reigns forcing Royalty to face forward. "Now, now, let's play nice Royalty."

Koz smirks slightly at the horse's rebellious stamp before gently kicking Royalty, signaling for him to move forward. Slowly and angrily Royalty moves forward, face still set in a scowl. "How about we try trotting?"

Nudging the stallion again the horse trots forward and is gently turned around towards the stables. Kozmotis repeats the action, bringing Royalty into a full on gallop.

Royalty notices a couple of things once he decides to give up on being angry. For one his new rider is easy with the reigns once he isn't trying to bite to man's foot off. Another is his ability to move along with Royalty instead of against him. In this moment Royalty suddenly accepts this Kozmotis and deems him as, dare he says, his rider.

Kozmotis guides the stallion back to the stables where Phil is waiting with hat overhead and gently snores known to the world. The man slowly awakens to the sound of hooves hitting the ground and removes the hat from his head. He is surprised at what he sees. "Well Koz it would seem that you are alive. I thought you died when the stallion went out the gate. Instead, I see that you've made a new friend." Phil smiles still lightly heavy with sleep in his eyes.

Koz dismounts and guides Royalty to his new stable. Taking the bridle off and straightening Royalties gray and black mane Kozmotis pats Royalty gently. "Phil"

"Yes"

"You did get one thing right."

"What would that be?"

"The horse's name is Royalty or Princie." Koz's smirk is evident and playful as it always has been. Phil returns the favor and retrieves the cloak that had been laid upon the gate earlier. He hands it to Kozmotis who puts it back on before playfully rubbing the stallion's mussel whispering the animal's name under his breath. "Make sure to feed him Phil, I don't want to come back to a sick horse in the morning." Phil nods "You can count on me Koz." As the General leaves Phil looks to the stallion and speaks, "You've got one hell of a rider Royalty and you'd better not mess that up. I know a whole lot of guys who aren't so nice with the reigns." Royalty simply snorts and retires to his stable in silence. This is the dawn of a great new friendship.