Forever Concealed
.dark.demon.
Disclaimer - I own nothing from Hidalgo. I only own Metallica and any other made up horses I create.
Storyline - Its 2004, or modern day. Its been many many years since Hidalgo has been around but now his great great great great, etc granddaughter reins. But... whats this? She is in captivity? Well, most horses are now right?
Chapter 2
She was lead to the sandy arena. She could tell the ground was okay, but not the best. Lingering smells consumed her nostrils. Ah, the smells of the other equines. She looked around but there were no others but her and her master.
He took her around the arena at a walk then a trot and later a lope. It was her normal workout routine but it was a little different. There were barrels that were usually used for other things. What did this mean?
She began to know what it meant as her master trotted her to the barrel. At first she shyed away because she was to close. Her master made her circle the barrel till she gave in and turned it knowing it wouldn't harm her. He took her to the second barrel and then up the arena to the third. She circled them just like the first without shying them and he let her walk back to the beginning of the arena.
Her master continued this a few more tries and then he began loping her slowly around the barrels. She was weirded out about it at first unknowing of really what she was supposed to do. She didn't know how to turn the barrels but then she began to slow down to a trot and sort of understood.
For months this continued on. She was now pretty good at it. It helped her rider knew what she was doing.
Her master being a pro rodeo champion and must have seen something in the filly. Today was to be her actual first rodeo. She was now almost of four years of age in fact very close.
Her rider put loaded her in the large trailer. Her saddle on and she very well groomed. Her tail was long,
sleek & shiny almost. Her mane was past her neck and her forelock past her eyes. Since her rider groomed her well she looked quite good and almost intimidating. Though intimidating she did not feel. She saw other horses around here. Elder athletes, ones that have won the money over and over again. Her ears lay flat against her head in a sort of fearful way. She would try hard no matter what. She would prove to be better than all of these horses hopefully.
"Next up Diana Brookes riding Memories of the Cowboy." The announcer called out. Wait... Memories of the Cowboy that was her registered name but everyone called her Memory, Mem, or sometimes Memmie.
Her rider, Diana clicked her forward tapping her sides with her barrel spurs. Her ears forward as she walked unconfidently into the gate.
"Ok girl its time to show these punks what you've got." Diana whispered into the fillies ear. She snorted as she heard these words. They gave her confidence that they would do well. "Ready girl?" Diana asked. Again she snorted as her ears pinned back.
"Go!" Diana yelled at the filly. With a shake of her head she was off as she watched the first barrel come nearer and nearer. "Easy girl!" Diana said loud enough for her to hear. Her hind end checked her up as she arched herself around the barrel, of course with the help of Diana. Now for the second barrel. Diana clicked and spurred her to it with the reins up to her ears. Again she checked herself up and was just flying towards the third. She barely checked herself as she turned the third and screamed towards home. Diana sat down and pulled on the reins saying, "Whoop." Memory tucked in her head and dug in to the ground as she slid to a stop.
Everyone paused as they waited for the announcer to call out the time. "16.2100" The announcer finally said. Dianas jaw dropped as she immediatly got off of Memory and loosened her cinch. She kept petting the filly and saying what a good girl she was as Memory blew out her steam. Apparently she had done very well and many people were astonished. Usually young horses didn't run that hard without hurting themselves, but no one knew about her being a straight descendent of Hidalgo. She herself didn't believe it.
Diana took off her saddle and sprayed her down, brushed her, refly sprayed her and let her dry off. Many people admired the large filly and some even came and pet her. She eventually fell asleep knowing she did well and some of the older horses near her were envious of her. Each time she looked over curiously they pinned their ears, swished their tails, pulled back, kicked her way, reared up, or sometimes even all of the above.
She grew bored of all the excitement as she waited for Diana to come back. It was now sundown and finally the whole barrel race was over. "And first place goes to Diana Brookes and Memories of the Cowboy with a 16.2100." Called out the announcer. Diana untied Memory and brought her to the arena. There people gawked over her as she recieved a blue ribbon and a new saddle complete with breast collar and bridle. Some even took pictures of her and Diana. Finally the commotion was over and Diana loaded her in the trailer along with the new tack. Diana filled her hay net with a gracious amount of hey for a job well done. They had gone in the AQHA books as the youngest team to ever run a low 16. Diana felt that she was a good enough horse to run in the pro rodeo. Just by winning this rodeo they qualified.
Now she was to run against the best of the best and she would have to try just as hard each rodeo. Her heart swelled with pride as she thought of beating them all. Their first rodeo was the following weekend 4 days away. Diana decided to go home and pack everything up as she put Memory in the round pen,
nearest the trailer and herself as she packed for they were to leave at dawn.
At dawn they had left and it took 2 days for them to reach their destination. For hours upon hours Diana drove and Memory ate and slept. Finally she had been unloaded and put in a stall by other horses. Some were Thoroughbreds, some Arabians, others Mustangs and so many more. The stable was large and had many horses. A Thoroughbred stud was across from her. He was about six years old, just barely older than her. He was a black horse they called Black. His registered name was Black Magick though. He competed in dressage and show jumping and was in the same town as she because of a pre olympics qualification. She adored he, but he called her impure and ignored her completley unless he was to make fun of her.
"Look at the monstrosity in front of me. Why must I be cursed with such a sight?" Black had said her way.
She pinned her ears and snorted while shaking her head and backing up and pawing at her door. She would show him. He would be here longer than she and she would win this rodeo just to prove she could do something better than he could.
Rodeo day came and Diana had fed her extra early. Black of course had to make his horrible comments to her and this morning he had said, "You stupid mare. Your gonna lose because you don't have such great lines as I. Break a leg little one." She just pinned her ears and cow kicked at his door as Diana lead her out to the crossties which just happened to be inbetween her stall and Blacks. Black kept making comments and as Diana went to go get the tack she reared up and bucked towards his door. Diana hearing the commotion peeked her head from the tackroom and shook her head. She figured it was the fillies nerves getting to her or something.
Diana had her saddled and warmed up. They were waiting outside the arena for their turn. Gerald being ridden by Julie Reanli with a time of 16.4929. Diana shook her head and petted the fillies neck trying to calm both of their nerves. She could feel her own adrenaline pumping and finally heard their name. "Diana Brookes riding Memories of the Cowboy." The announcer called. Diana petted her neck one more time and tapped her sides with her heels. She lifted her head and walked forward into the arena. She saw the barrels and felt Diana leaning forward. She took off at a full run and felt Diana begin to sit to soon. She ignored it and then begin to slow herself down as she turned the first barrel. Diana leaned forward again and she took off once more and the spectators expected an out of control run for her ears were pinned as she began swishing her tail. She again slowing as she turned the second barrel and Diana grew anxious and began getting tight on the fillies head. She again took off swishing her tail but going off as fast as she could none the less. She turned the third and Diana finally gave her her head and she took off. As she began reaching the gate and she sat her hind end down sliding a 4 foot stop and leaving dust needing to settle. A pause occured then the announcer called out, "Diana Brookes riding Memories of the Cowboy with a 15.9993"
Diana got off right away and loosened the cinch. The filly beat the arena time by 0.023 seconds. The filly got her picture taken and was going to be in the major newspapers now. Diana got offered one hundred thousand for the filly but denied it.
Memory was taken back to the stable and into her stall. Another rodeo near them was in two weeks so they would spend the few weeks there. Black of course kept taunting her but she ignored him for she was the best at what she did.
"Oh shut it Black." said a gray arabian mare. He shut it right then and there for he knew that Arabians were of course even purer then Thoroughbreds. Thats all Black went by was blood and lines. He was pathetic really and sometimes seemed hypocritical for when he had to breed with a mare he didn't care the breed as long as he got it. Luckily breeding season was almost over and the filly already had her heat early in the spring.
Days passed and Memory was very famous and well over millions of dollars from all of her accomplishments at a young age. It was dark now and the horses had been fed and she was falling asleep. A cloud seemed to hover over her as she began to dream. A painted stallion came from the distance and somehow she was in grassy fields she'd never been in before. He came at her at a fairly fast pace and stopped in front of her. His ears were pinned and the filly took a few steps back. Then he spoke,
"Don't let them take you away. Beware and do not let them take you away." Her dream ended as a sound startled her from the stable. She kicked back but hit only air and realized no predator was in her stall.
She swore she had seen a shadow but now she wasn't sure. Her ears pricked as she danced around in her stall. Black woke up and looked over at her with pinned ears, "Shut it and stand still or I'll break this door and force you too." He yelled to her. She ignored him and then suddenly she felt a prick and everything went black.
She awoke to find herself in a trailer with strange smells and no hay. She smelled hay though and looked finding hay nets in other parts of the trailer except hers. She began to whinny and paw the trailer until she heard a very unwelcoming familiar voice. "How many times do you have to tell you to stop your idiotic behaviour." Said Black. "What am I doing here with you?" She cried in panic. She reared up unknowing of what she was really doing. "Your coming home with us because you've been sold and your probably going to be trained in jumping or dressage not that you'll be any good." He lied. Shock filled her and she stood still from sadness. Diana promised never to sell her and here she was with a stallion that just wanted to taunt her. She put her head down to the ground so he wouldn't see her. Although he already knew what she was doing.
Disclaimer - I own nothing from Hidalgo. I only own Metallica and any other made up horses I create.
Storyline - Its 2004, or modern day. Its been many many years since Hidalgo has been around but now his great great great great, etc granddaughter reins. But... whats this? She is in captivity? Well, most horses are now right?
Chapter 2
She was lead to the sandy arena. She could tell the ground was okay, but not the best. Lingering smells consumed her nostrils. Ah, the smells of the other equines. She looked around but there were no others but her and her master.
He took her around the arena at a walk then a trot and later a lope. It was her normal workout routine but it was a little different. There were barrels that were usually used for other things. What did this mean?
She began to know what it meant as her master trotted her to the barrel. At first she shyed away because she was to close. Her master made her circle the barrel till she gave in and turned it knowing it wouldn't harm her. He took her to the second barrel and then up the arena to the third. She circled them just like the first without shying them and he let her walk back to the beginning of the arena.
Her master continued this a few more tries and then he began loping her slowly around the barrels. She was weirded out about it at first unknowing of really what she was supposed to do. She didn't know how to turn the barrels but then she began to slow down to a trot and sort of understood.
For months this continued on. She was now pretty good at it. It helped her rider knew what she was doing.
Her master being a pro rodeo champion and must have seen something in the filly. Today was to be her actual first rodeo. She was now almost of four years of age in fact very close.
Her rider put loaded her in the large trailer. Her saddle on and she very well groomed. Her tail was long,
sleek & shiny almost. Her mane was past her neck and her forelock past her eyes. Since her rider groomed her well she looked quite good and almost intimidating. Though intimidating she did not feel. She saw other horses around here. Elder athletes, ones that have won the money over and over again. Her ears lay flat against her head in a sort of fearful way. She would try hard no matter what. She would prove to be better than all of these horses hopefully.
"Next up Diana Brookes riding Memories of the Cowboy." The announcer called out. Wait... Memories of the Cowboy that was her registered name but everyone called her Memory, Mem, or sometimes Memmie.
Her rider, Diana clicked her forward tapping her sides with her barrel spurs. Her ears forward as she walked unconfidently into the gate.
"Ok girl its time to show these punks what you've got." Diana whispered into the fillies ear. She snorted as she heard these words. They gave her confidence that they would do well. "Ready girl?" Diana asked. Again she snorted as her ears pinned back.
"Go!" Diana yelled at the filly. With a shake of her head she was off as she watched the first barrel come nearer and nearer. "Easy girl!" Diana said loud enough for her to hear. Her hind end checked her up as she arched herself around the barrel, of course with the help of Diana. Now for the second barrel. Diana clicked and spurred her to it with the reins up to her ears. Again she checked herself up and was just flying towards the third. She barely checked herself as she turned the third and screamed towards home. Diana sat down and pulled on the reins saying, "Whoop." Memory tucked in her head and dug in to the ground as she slid to a stop.
Everyone paused as they waited for the announcer to call out the time. "16.2100" The announcer finally said. Dianas jaw dropped as she immediatly got off of Memory and loosened her cinch. She kept petting the filly and saying what a good girl she was as Memory blew out her steam. Apparently she had done very well and many people were astonished. Usually young horses didn't run that hard without hurting themselves, but no one knew about her being a straight descendent of Hidalgo. She herself didn't believe it.
Diana took off her saddle and sprayed her down, brushed her, refly sprayed her and let her dry off. Many people admired the large filly and some even came and pet her. She eventually fell asleep knowing she did well and some of the older horses near her were envious of her. Each time she looked over curiously they pinned their ears, swished their tails, pulled back, kicked her way, reared up, or sometimes even all of the above.
She grew bored of all the excitement as she waited for Diana to come back. It was now sundown and finally the whole barrel race was over. "And first place goes to Diana Brookes and Memories of the Cowboy with a 16.2100." Called out the announcer. Diana untied Memory and brought her to the arena. There people gawked over her as she recieved a blue ribbon and a new saddle complete with breast collar and bridle. Some even took pictures of her and Diana. Finally the commotion was over and Diana loaded her in the trailer along with the new tack. Diana filled her hay net with a gracious amount of hey for a job well done. They had gone in the AQHA books as the youngest team to ever run a low 16. Diana felt that she was a good enough horse to run in the pro rodeo. Just by winning this rodeo they qualified.
Now she was to run against the best of the best and she would have to try just as hard each rodeo. Her heart swelled with pride as she thought of beating them all. Their first rodeo was the following weekend 4 days away. Diana decided to go home and pack everything up as she put Memory in the round pen,
nearest the trailer and herself as she packed for they were to leave at dawn.
At dawn they had left and it took 2 days for them to reach their destination. For hours upon hours Diana drove and Memory ate and slept. Finally she had been unloaded and put in a stall by other horses. Some were Thoroughbreds, some Arabians, others Mustangs and so many more. The stable was large and had many horses. A Thoroughbred stud was across from her. He was about six years old, just barely older than her. He was a black horse they called Black. His registered name was Black Magick though. He competed in dressage and show jumping and was in the same town as she because of a pre olympics qualification. She adored he, but he called her impure and ignored her completley unless he was to make fun of her.
"Look at the monstrosity in front of me. Why must I be cursed with such a sight?" Black had said her way.
She pinned her ears and snorted while shaking her head and backing up and pawing at her door. She would show him. He would be here longer than she and she would win this rodeo just to prove she could do something better than he could.
Rodeo day came and Diana had fed her extra early. Black of course had to make his horrible comments to her and this morning he had said, "You stupid mare. Your gonna lose because you don't have such great lines as I. Break a leg little one." She just pinned her ears and cow kicked at his door as Diana lead her out to the crossties which just happened to be inbetween her stall and Blacks. Black kept making comments and as Diana went to go get the tack she reared up and bucked towards his door. Diana hearing the commotion peeked her head from the tackroom and shook her head. She figured it was the fillies nerves getting to her or something.
Diana had her saddled and warmed up. They were waiting outside the arena for their turn. Gerald being ridden by Julie Reanli with a time of 16.4929. Diana shook her head and petted the fillies neck trying to calm both of their nerves. She could feel her own adrenaline pumping and finally heard their name. "Diana Brookes riding Memories of the Cowboy." The announcer called. Diana petted her neck one more time and tapped her sides with her heels. She lifted her head and walked forward into the arena. She saw the barrels and felt Diana leaning forward. She took off at a full run and felt Diana begin to sit to soon. She ignored it and then begin to slow herself down as she turned the first barrel. Diana leaned forward again and she took off once more and the spectators expected an out of control run for her ears were pinned as she began swishing her tail. She again slowing as she turned the second barrel and Diana grew anxious and began getting tight on the fillies head. She again took off swishing her tail but going off as fast as she could none the less. She turned the third and Diana finally gave her her head and she took off. As she began reaching the gate and she sat her hind end down sliding a 4 foot stop and leaving dust needing to settle. A pause occured then the announcer called out, "Diana Brookes riding Memories of the Cowboy with a 15.9993"
Diana got off right away and loosened the cinch. The filly beat the arena time by 0.023 seconds. The filly got her picture taken and was going to be in the major newspapers now. Diana got offered one hundred thousand for the filly but denied it.
Memory was taken back to the stable and into her stall. Another rodeo near them was in two weeks so they would spend the few weeks there. Black of course kept taunting her but she ignored him for she was the best at what she did.
"Oh shut it Black." said a gray arabian mare. He shut it right then and there for he knew that Arabians were of course even purer then Thoroughbreds. Thats all Black went by was blood and lines. He was pathetic really and sometimes seemed hypocritical for when he had to breed with a mare he didn't care the breed as long as he got it. Luckily breeding season was almost over and the filly already had her heat early in the spring.
Days passed and Memory was very famous and well over millions of dollars from all of her accomplishments at a young age. It was dark now and the horses had been fed and she was falling asleep. A cloud seemed to hover over her as she began to dream. A painted stallion came from the distance and somehow she was in grassy fields she'd never been in before. He came at her at a fairly fast pace and stopped in front of her. His ears were pinned and the filly took a few steps back. Then he spoke,
"Don't let them take you away. Beware and do not let them take you away." Her dream ended as a sound startled her from the stable. She kicked back but hit only air and realized no predator was in her stall.
She swore she had seen a shadow but now she wasn't sure. Her ears pricked as she danced around in her stall. Black woke up and looked over at her with pinned ears, "Shut it and stand still or I'll break this door and force you too." He yelled to her. She ignored him and then suddenly she felt a prick and everything went black.
She awoke to find herself in a trailer with strange smells and no hay. She smelled hay though and looked finding hay nets in other parts of the trailer except hers. She began to whinny and paw the trailer until she heard a very unwelcoming familiar voice. "How many times do you have to tell you to stop your idiotic behaviour." Said Black. "What am I doing here with you?" She cried in panic. She reared up unknowing of what she was really doing. "Your coming home with us because you've been sold and your probably going to be trained in jumping or dressage not that you'll be any good." He lied. Shock filled her and she stood still from sadness. Diana promised never to sell her and here she was with a stallion that just wanted to taunt her. She put her head down to the ground so he wouldn't see her. Although he already knew what she was doing.
