Tremor - Adoption

The phone rang, and Aiko fished in her pocket to get to it in time. “Hello, No Reins Rescue and Rehabilitation, Aiko Mori speaking.” She listened patiently, her smile slowly fading as she heard the plight of the horse described, but inwardly a thrill went through her. Her first official rescue! “Don’t worry, ma’am, we have plenty of room for him. When can you bring him, Friday? Noon? Alright, we’ll be waiting!”
She hung up and ran out of the office. “MARK! CHERRY! GET OVER HERE!”
As her two employees raced up, they glanced at each other. Aiko was fairly buzzing with excitement. Cherry leaned over to Mark. “Should I get the tranks?”
“No, let’s see what’s up first.”
Aiko swatted at them with her hands. “Oh hush! I have something to say! We’re getting a new horse!”
That got their attention.
“A rescue?” Mark asked, “Or is Pande sending us someone?”
“A rescue! A three year old colt, apparently he’s got some unusual markings, and that’s what got him into trouble. He was adopted by some rich guy who collects oddities and didn’t know what to do with him, so he let him run loose in a pasture for a year. He tried to tame him but he’s too wild and unmanageable. Bit the guy’s daughter when she tried to handle him. He’s coming Friday at noon. I don’t know anything else about him, but we’ll find out soon enough!”

A few days later, and No Reins was full of anticipation. The new horse was due any moment, and Aiko was flitting about and generally making a nuisance of herself. When the van finally arrived, Mark was on the verge of locking her in her office.
They heard the van before they saw it, and Aiko and Mark gave each other a glance. That was one very unhappy horse. As they directed the van to the quarantine pasture, the driver, a very harried looking middle aged man, leaned out of the driver’s seat and said, “Good luck, you’re gonna need it! This one’s batshit insane!”
Aiko ran around back as the van parked and helped Cherry and Mark with the trailer ramp. Peering inside, she caught her breath. He was stunning! A silver bay tobaino varnish roan blanket brindle, no wonder this collector had wanted him! The poor thing was shaking like a leaf, eyes rolling and flanks heaving. Crooning softly, she approached him through the stall next to him. “You guys may want to get back,” she said in a low voice over her shoulder, “He’s gonna come out like a rocket.” She waited until they moved out of the way before reaching into the colt’s stall. With a squeal of rage, the mustang lunged for her hand, teeth bared, and Aiko pulled back quickly. “Well this will be fun,” she muttered, watching the horse for another chance. “A biter, lovely.”
Mark called from the outside, “Are you okay in there? What’s happening?” In reaction, the colt looked away, squealing and throwing out a leg. Aiko took the chance to dart her hand in and unbuckle his halter. “INCOMING!” She called as the mustang shrieked in fright and anger as he pulled backwards and lunged out of the van. Aiko raced after him and watched as he took off down the pasture, ears flat as he stretched out, fleeing from the humans.
Mark whistled. “Good lookin horse!”
Aiko nodded. “Poor Tremor, though, he was so scared in there! We got our work cut out for us!”
“Tremor?” Cherry asked, frowning puzzledly.
Aiko nodded, smiling. “Tremor. Precambrian’s his real name, and Tremor will be his stable name!”
“Why?”
“He was trembling so bad, I thought Tremor, and of course I thought of the movies! It’s fate!” Turning, she called down the pasture, “Welcome home, Tremor!”

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Precambrian
Name: Tremor
Gender: Colt (intact)
Age: 3 years
Breed: Mustang
Height: projected 17.1 hands
Description: Silver Bay Tobaino Varnish Roan Blanket Brindle
Personality: Tremor is quite trembly, especially when it comes to new things. When frightened, his first reaction is to strike out at anyone and anything near him, and has a bad habit of biting. He’s afraid of everything, however Aiko is sure he will one day become a wonderful horse.
Disciple: undecided (rescue)

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design: !Tahlin
Art: me