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Post by Pure on May 6, 2014 0:01:30 GMT
Five O'clock Somewhere was a looker, that was for sure, and he knew it with the way he held his neck arched and head high. He prances in the large paddock, legs dancing high underneath his golden body. With a light golden body he shinned in the bright spring sunlight, while his dun markings were a darker shade of gold that shimmered. His hind end was covered in white hairs from his blanket appaloosa while he had these stunning blue eyes that pierced into your soul. He was showing off for the mares in the far paddock, racing up and down while making all kinds of noises to get their attention which they were giving him. At three years old he had wild oats rushing in his veins. But the moment Lore Cross walked to the front double gate at the center of his paddock he stopped pea-cocking, in fact he simmered down so much that his head hung down close to the ground. It would have been intimidating had it not been for the fact that his ears were forward in curiosity and not back with aggression. "Yes my beautiful boy, training away we go." Lore cooed in a soothing voice that had the stallion raising his head once again. The pure black bridle and western saddle with black saddle pad complimented the stallions coloration and had actually been bought specifically for him. Lore went so far as to tack up the stallion in the paddock and much to her surprise he barely fidgeted even with the mares trying to call him back to attention.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2014 0:34:47 GMT
TRAINING ACCEPTED YOU WILL BE ABLE TO TRAIN THIS HORSE ONCE MORE THIS WEEK
MAY 12TH
YOU MAY ADD THESE STATS ANYWAY YOU WANT.
STATS EARNED
14 TOTAL
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Post by Pure on May 6, 2014 3:00:19 GMT
Five O'clock Somewhere had the constitution of a real stallion, though he was always placed in a paddock by himself he always put on a performance for which ever equine was out there. Across the ways was a small herd of geldings that wanted nothing to do with him, but still he threw his head this way and that, his golden mane flying all the while. "You're such a show off." Lore stated dryly, resting the heavy black saddle upon the fence railing, the black saddle pad was still in her hands along with the fancy western bridle. She had no fear as she slipped through the rails, though she wasn't stupid enough to turn her back. As long as you kept one step ahead of the stallion they weren't a problem. But the moment you forgot they were hot blooded monsters, well, that was your own damn fault. She's heard of more stories where the trainer or owner got mauled by stallions and Lore completed blaimed the humans. Somewhere was all for the attention that the stallion gave her, he rubbed his muzzle against Lores hands nuzzling them and taking in her scent. But the moment he tried to nip at her fingers she bopped him on the nose, not hard but enough that he would know she wasn't going to put up with it. "None of that now." She stated, placing the bridle upon his face that he gave willingly, the western saddle and pad followed shortly, then she simply swung herself up into the saddle, letting the day take them both through the wide paddock.
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2014 3:05:29 GMT
TRAINING ACCEPTED. ALL TRAINING'S HAVE BEEN COMPLETED FOR THIS WEEK.
MAY 12TH
YOU MAY ADD THESE STATS ANYWAY YOU WANT.
STATS EARNED
22 TOTAL
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