Cyrus woke slowly, still a bit groggy from whatever it was he'd been given to sedate him. He hadn't wanted to go to auction, to leave his home and friends behind but the young horse hybrid had no choice in the matter. It had been time, the ranch owner had told him, for Cyrus to be sold off as he had come of age now. He had cried of course, gone to his mother for comfort although there was little she could do. Now he was in some kind of box, a trailer he soon realized and he could hear voices outside.

He recognized your voice from the auction house almost immediately; You'd out bid everyone else who has attempted to buy him and the horse hybrid was curious as to why you wanted him so badly. Then again Cyrus knew he wasn't lacking in the looks department, had a pretty face and years of work on the ranch has given him a nice physique. He couldn't make out anything the two of you were saying until a man's voice, louder than yours cut through the fuzz in Cyrus' head.

"...Real nice one here. Never been bred so he may be a bit skittish but if you have any problems we do offer... training services."

He could hear the smirk in the man's voice and tears began to well up in Cyrus' eyes. Just what kind of place had he been sent to? He knew damn well he didn't want to find out what sort of training services the man's offer entailed and Cyrus resolved to be good for you, regardless of what you asked. His mother has advised him the same thing, kissing him on the forehead before he'd been taken from her. Cyrus cried then, tears streaking the dust on his face and his ears lay flat against his head in agitation.

He felt the trailer being unhitched, heard the sound of a truck starting and driving off and soon the door was being pulled open and there you were. He didn't know what to think of you at first, didn't know what to say or do so he just stood there, staring dumbly for a long moment.