Loco [P.O. Steve West]

[Maxine Porter]

Name: Loco
Birth Date: November 22, 2004
Gender: Male

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Eye Color: Black
Mane & Tail: Black
Coat: Tan
Breed: Kiger Mustang
Height: 15h

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Breaking Difficulty: Hard
Trainer Necessity:

• A calm attitude
  
  
• The ability to relax an unruly horse
  
  
• Persistence
  

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Personality:

• Loco is very energetic, with that being an understatement. He's always bouncing around, running like crazy and jumping, just for the sheer joy of jumping.
  
  
• Hyper. Hyper Active. Incredibly hyper. If you manage to get him to stand still for more than three seconds, I'll go ahead and give you a trophy.
  
  
• Fun loving. Who would want to do boring training when you could always just dash around at the speed of light, knocking oh-so-many things over as you go? Loco needs to be constantly doing something fun, or he'll end up breaking everything out of boredom.
  
  
• Slightly annoying. He's so happy it's sad.
  
  
• Bubbly, bright, always smiling. Like, always. Even though horses can't really do that.
  
  
• Suits his name perfectly. I think you can guess.
  

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History:

• Loco was born in the wild, on the plains of Texas. His mother was a paint, a beautiful mare swirled with brown and white colours. His father, however, was a dun like his son, but not nearly as dark or brightly-coloured. He was more of a dull sandy shade.
  
  
• When he was one year old, humans captured him and his mother. They took them both to a ranch, and looked for a place to sell them on to.
  
  
• As soon as Loco was old enough to be seperated from his mother, the paint mare was sold to a little girl, back in Texas. She was destined to live a long and calm life of luxury.
  
  
• Loco, however, was much harder to sell. When the people at the auction saw him, bucking and rearing and dashing about, they presumed he was agressive and untrustworthy. He was neither of those things.
  
  
• Eventually, it as decided that he was going to be put to sleep, but as he was walking towards the 'black barn' with his owner, he bolted and manage to pull free. He never knew the fate that would have awaited him if he didn't manage to escape.
  
  
• Loco ran, and ran, and ran until he couldn't run any further. And then he ran a bit more. For to months, he lived on the plains, nearer to the Academy.
  
  
• Before long, a farmer managed to catch the dun mustang as he was tucking into the man's carrots. He caught Loco, and attempted to train him to be of some use around the farm.
  
  
• He failed miserably, and asked the nearby Academy if they would take him in.
  
  
• They agreed, and paired him up with new student, a fifteen year old girl.
  
  
• The girl couldn't train him, at all, but the staff new exactly who to put him with.
  
  
• Steve.
  

[Steve West]

The rumours had spread faster than wildfire. Blaze had gone. It was only a week ago - and I had barely recovered from the sadness now. It was obvious that he was going to be missed: he was a fiery shire, with a chestnut pelt that glowed orange in the sun. He was my horse. My special someone. I'd been here so long, I was so used to horses coming and going; but this was something completely different. This academy was different in itself. Where else could you have a nice long conversation with a horse? Well, I hadn't spoken to one for quite a long time now. Blaze wasn't exactly the talkative sort, and the calm old mare I had when I first came here was no different. But now, this day was going to be a whole new beginning. For me, and for a horse. I secretly had no idea what I was looking for. Well, I had a little idea. A small one. One that could be described in two words. A challenge.

I shifted uncomfortably in my worn, light blue jeans and my casual white shirt. Hy deep brown eyes rested on the building ahead of me. Neighs and whinnies stung my ears, loud as many voices contributed to the noise. Cautiously, I began to walk through the open door, all senses alert. I scanned the scene, summing it all up in a moment. The barn was literally crowded with horses. Some in smaller stables, others in larger areas (complete with fake grass) where they could get some exercise. First I walked slowly along the stables. In Stable 1 stood a small grey mare, her brown eyes round in fear. Her gaze caught mine, but in an instant I knew it wasn't right, and I continued. The second horse - a tall black stallion, holding his head high and prancing about expertly, ready to obey my every command.

It just wasn't right, none of these horses seemed to fit! I made my way down the rows and rows of stables. Each horse seemed to have potential, but none of them tried to speak to me, and I didn't try to speak to them. I knew better. They knew better. They could tell. I could tell. It just didn't work between us, something wasn't right. I knew from experience not to go for the first pretty mare, or fantastic stallion. I recounted what had happened with my first horse. Unlike Blaze, I'd never been able to make that special connection with her. Sighing slowly, I reached the penultimate horse. A bay mare gazed out at me calmly, her grey-brown eyes relaxed. I stroked her ear and moved on. Nope, she wasn't the one for me either. Sadly, I flicked my sight up over to the final horse.

He was standing in a large pen, with enough room for him to easily move around. He was taking full advantage of that. My eyes widened as I watched the powerful dun stallion bolt around, flicking his limbs in every direction. His coat was a bright orange-yellow shade of tan, blended into dark brown hairs further down his legs. His mane was long and scruffy, (similar to my own hair) the same shade as his socks. The stallion had a matching tail, not much different from his mane. His eyes were very round and black, yet they seemed to be glittering with life. I tried not to drool in awe and he leapt over to me. Instantly I knew he wasn't going to be easy. Even when a normal horse would be standing still after a run, he was picking up his legs and twitching his hooves. Had this stunning animal have limitless energy?

In a moment I knew he was for me. And he did too. It just clicked, like most good relationships. "What are you doing, you little rascal?" I chuckled as I asked him, leaning forward to scratch him behind his ear. He shook his long chocolate mane and pushed his head into my hand. "Hi hi hi hi hi!" It was obvious that he had ignored my question, as I heard his distinct, light bubbly voice in my mind. "So are you going to be my trainer now? This is going to be great! I've only had one trainer before. She didn't like me. Do you like me? Are we gonna be friends? I hope so." His voice was genuinely nice, he wasn't doing this to irritate me in any way, but he was definitely just curious. His voice paused for a minute, before he asked - "What's your name?"

I twitched subtly, amused. He seemed such a sweet, lively little thing. Well, not exactly little. "Steve, Steve West. What's your's?" After a while I'd learn to communicate with him telepathically, but for now I was just going to have to speak out loud. "I don't have a name, you have to name me. It's great to meet you anyways!" For some reason, he stuck out his front right limb, his hoof centimetres away from my hand. I glanced at him quizzically, before extending my hand and shaking his hoof swiftly. "So I have to name you do I?" I mused, raising my hand to scratch my chin in thought. Well, he was crazy. So a name to match his personality would be good. I rapidly came up with a solution to this problem. "What about... Loco?" I asked, beaming.

The mustang looked slightly taken aback, and he twisted his head sideways slightly in confusion. He obviously didn't know what it meant. But it wasn't surprising, not many horses know Spanish. But then, once he had finished evaluating it, he nodded briskly and smiled back, displaying his clean white teeth. "I love it!" He exclaimed, darting off to the other end of the pen. He picked up his legs in a weird sort of dance-walk, and began to sing. "Loco, Loco, LO-CO!" I laughed and shook my head. But then I stopped still, frozen in one spot. I stared at the wall, my eyes wide. "L...Loco? Come here," I murmured, stuttering. The dun stallion looked slightly concerned, but he dashed up to me nevertheless. Quick as a flash, I whipped out a bridle and lead rope. I slipped the bridle on, and clipped the lead rope onto it. "There we are! Gotcha!" I said victoriously. But that trick wouldn't work again - I knew that for a fact!

Loco hung his head slightly, looking up at me with big sad eyes, before he rapidly reared up at me, flinging his front legs high into the air. "I wanna run run run run!" He cried, trying to break free. I kept a firm grasp on the rope, and lead him out of the barn. The equine took a last look back, still for a moment. But then he leaped up suddenly, and pranced forward, with me being dragged behind him.

"Well, my work here is dun!" Loco cried, before bursting into hysterical laughter.

ooc:; Nightingale please. :3