Tsornin; Take Me On, I Dare You.

[Matabon]

The light spring breeze swept across the picturesque grounds of Godolphin, bringing with it a breath of fresh air to the lungs of a pacing colt. The chestnut's neck and shoulders were covered in a white lather of sweat as he galloped around the pasture, running up and down fence line with the toss of his head. If you had happened to be awake and sitting in the dip of the huge oak boughs in that pasture, the young green leaves of the magnificent old tree fluttering in the breeze, and the rough bark beneath your worn wrangler jeans, you might have noticed this and gotten down from your perch to scold him and promptly tie him up. However instead Matty was fast asleep, "King of the Wind" tucked safely under her arm and her light blond hair falling across her face. The thudding of the two year-olds hooves echoed across the grass as he continued to trot up and down the fence, his ears laid back and mane plastered to his muscled neck, the foam running down his back legs.
One could easily tell by the large chocolate eyes, wide head with the blaze, and the confident air that this was Geronimo's and Miss Matinee's son.
Matty's blue eyes finally flickered open from the continuous pounding of hooves, and she gently slipped down from the tree to stop and watch the young colt go back and forth, calling out in deep bugles, his ears back as he shook his head back and forth and stormed away again. "TOR! What on earth are you doing?! By gosh if it's another filly I will have your head and a few other things.." she yelled out, her temper rising as she ran to the fence and grabbed his leather halter, jogging over the grass back to him. He stopped and looked at her, his dark eyes watching the halter, his ears flicking back and forth as he turned his head to watch whatever was setting him off. Matty followed his gaze, the halter hanging limply in her hand.
Tor had grown into a handsome young man. He had just turned two, and Matty had been planning on taking him out on the track for the first time that day before she dozed off, and he had run himself into a body sweat.
Following his gaze her eyes fell upon Shakespeare, the young Augusta son who stood watching Tor with those black expressionless eyes. He didn't bother Matty in the least, however he was just setting Tor off on a rampage. Tsornin snorted and gave the turf a defiant stomp, as if to say "Bring it, take me on; I dare you." Matty's shoulders sagged and she just shook her head.
"Your an idiot. Did you know that? He's 20 meters away from you! He isn't going to come over here, and your not going over there to kick his ass either! Males!" she stormed as she wrenched the halter over his chestnut head and did up the buckle, dragging a protesting colt behind her.
[ooc] old post i just found[/ooc]