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Post by lorilie on Jul 28, 2010 18:11:56 GMT -6
Horse Number One
Arlette is a five year old Chincoteague pony mare. She wasn’t herded over from Chincoteague, as most of the members of her breed were, but was instead bred from a wild father before her mother swam the channel and gave birth on Assateague. Arlette was then bought for a young girl on the island, a six year old. But at age ten, the little girl suddenly lost interest in the pony, and now Arlette is where she is now. This pony is gentle and sweet, but can be rather spunky at times. She is broken for both western and English riding, though she has more experience under an English saddle. Her smooth gait and hardy pony frame are built for cross country jumping, although she was only used as a hunter under saddle pony, and therefore, would need to be trained to jump. She is around fourteen hands high.
SOLD TO CARA-JEAN KITCHI
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Post by lorilie on Jul 28, 2010 18:18:34 GMT -6
Horse Number Two
This fifteen hand chestnut Arabian gelding is known as Ghalib of Persia. He’s a flashy eight year old bred, trained, and raised as a top notch endurance horse. Ghalib has many quirks if he’s not out in the open to compete. He will buck and rear, mouths constantly at the bit, and will prance around in an awkward fashion, pinning his ears down permanently. In his stall, he will often bite at the walls and doors, but he is not a cribber. He’s impatient, and sometimes dislikes other horses. Even if he likes another horse, he will sometimes nip at them. In the pasture, he’s hard to catch. All in all, it’s up to you to decide if his spirit and trouble is worth his endurance SOLD TO CARA-JEAN KITCHI[/center] |
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Post by lorilie on Jul 28, 2010 18:26:06 GMT -6
Horse Number Three
A three year old smoky buckskin filly of crossbred decent has entered the sales ring, dubbed under the name of Luminita, for she is a little spark of light. Perky and curious, she’s your average three year old. At the moment, she remains unbroken, for her old owner, a gentleman beginning to get elderly, did not wish for her to be broken to saddle before she reached four years of age. Apparently, she was left in a field at a young age, and was rescued by her last owner. She seems to hold nothing against humans for her past, but she can be a little hard to get to know. Once she bonds with you though, she a fun horse to be around. She’s expected to mature at fourteen point three hands. SOLD TO JUAN FLOUREZ |
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Post by lorilie on Jul 28, 2010 18:44:42 GMT -6
Horse Number Four
Dubhan Balder’s name can be translated from the Irish language and Norse mythology to get the meaning, “dark prince”. The huge seventeen hand Quarter horse gelding is an oppressing sight at first, but he is a business-attitude horse, rarely becoming mischievous, and one of the most speed-packed barrel racing prospects. This horse is only a prospect because, he was trail riding horse. At age ten, he’s been revoked from his job on the trail as an early retirement reward. This blue roan is calm and able to be ridden by children
[/s][/i].[/center] SOLD TO AVERY JOHNSON |
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Post by lorilie on Jul 28, 2010 19:37:34 GMT -6
Horse Numbers Five & Six
Lorraine is a fifteen point three hand Canadian Cutting horse mare of twelve years. This bay mare was used as a cutting horse for a few good years of life, until a better horse came to take her place in the world of competition when she was ten. Lorraine was then sent off to become a broodmare. Her last foal is now a year old, and is palomino roan colt. Lorraine is a mare who was trained to show and is eager to get back under the saddle. Her only problem could be that she isn’t quite as stocky as some cutting horses. She’s very docile for a mare, but if not ridden for a long time or shown, she can become depressed.
[/s] SOLD TO JAMES COLEThe foal she currently has is Rhetta, the daughter of a big black Canadian Cutting stallion. This foal is rambunctious and feisty, often defying her mother’s sad behavior with her own spunky twist. She’s smaller than her older half-brother, but she shows more speed at this age than he did. Right now she’s about five months old and will most likely mature to fourteen point three hands.[/center][/s] SOLD TO JAMES COLE |
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Post by lorilie on Jul 28, 2010 21:23:36 GMT -6
Horse Number Seven
Guardian is a sweet angel of a horse, a beginner’s dream. At twenty six, this old boy has been the backyard therapy horse. He’s a Perchron mix gelding, and at seventeen point three hands he’s a gentle giant. Guardian, surprisingly, has the movement of a dressage horse. His big frame can be carried with a smooth and flowing gait. His responses are usually very prompt. Since he’s been an easygoing therapy horse all his life, he’d probably be good for someone just learning to do dressage. He’d have to be taught, but at his age he’s a quick learner since he’s not easily distracted. SOLD TO KATHERINE CARR[/center] |
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Post by lorilie on Jul 28, 2010 21:29:39 GMT -6
Horse Number Eight
This bay Thoroughbred gelding has had a difficult life. At a young age he was taken away from his mother, and at two years old he was roughly broken to an English saddle. At age three, he was trained to jump and was entering his first competition. He didn’t do well, as he was nervous, scared, and was terrified of the rider on his back. After the show he was crammed into a dark stall for a week and starved of food and water. When he was taken out, it was to be shipped to another show. Again he did badly. And so was the pattern of his life until now, at eight. He is malnourished slightly, and light hurts his eyes. He’s going blind, and could be at age ten. Usually people wouldn’t want a horse who isn’t going to have his sight, but this gelding, called Bayfyre by his rescuers, is perfectly able to compete in some western classes when a good rider has him competing and is cueing him. Obviously, he's horrified at the smell of humans and will run away at his cautious trot. SOLD TO SERENA WALDORF |
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Post by lorilie on Jul 28, 2010 21:32:27 GMT -6
Horse Number Nine
La Fae is a mare who was just as cruelly mistreated early in life as Bayfyre. But her mistreatment was not as harsh, as she did better in her show competitions. The sad part is that she and Bayfyre are full blooded siblings. La Fae is six. She’s very talented, but skittish as well. She spooks easily and is extremely nervous around humans. She is like her brother’s seeing eye dog as his sight has been going. She also saw the cruelty that was forced upon him and can be protective of him if she doesn’t trust someone.
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Post by lorilie on Jul 28, 2010 21:56:25 GMT -6
Horse Number Ten
Nevaeh is a mustang/gypsy vanner cross nine year old mare trained for roping. She was caught at age four in a roundup for mustangs, and was trained by a top mustang trainer. Nevaeh has a quick head from her time spent running free, and she’s often using it at both the right and wrong times… Like when she manages to cleverly get out of her stall and pasture. This mare is about fifteen point two ands and is around four and a half, so her training is not done yet [/i].[/center] SOLD TO AVERY JOHNSON |
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Post by lorilie on Jul 28, 2010 22:00:33 GMT -6
Horse Number Eleven
Bock is a lazy, uncaring, fat blue roan/grey appaloosa gelding. He’s very passive, uncooperative, and doesn’t bother with cues and gaits. He’s got two gaits – Walking slowly, and stopping. And experienced rider could get him to go faster, but it would take a lot of prompting. He’s approximately fifteen hands, and around thirteen years old. SOLD TO ZACK BRADLEY[/center] |
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Post by lorilie on Jul 28, 2010 22:09:09 GMT -6
Horse Number Twelve Flight is a mule in a horse auction, and she’s proud to be. This western trained equine is a plucky creature with lots of spirit and a confident attitude, while staying friendly and curious at the same time. She measures up to fifteen point one hands, and is a bit of a joker under saddle. She’s just being playful, but most people won’t stand for her shenanigans.She's estimated to be six years old. SOLD TO RYLEE GORMAN[/center] |
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Post by lorilie on Jul 28, 2010 22:13:17 GMT -6
Horse Number Thirteen
Shires are commonly known as sweet, StarScream, is no exception as long as he gets what he’s used to. Which is basically pampering. Star was born into a huge Shire breeding operation, and was showered with love from the moment he was born. It’s made him a bit of an overconfident, conceited dressage horse over the years. He’s a five year old stallion that should probably be gelded, if he’s to remain as confident as he is currently. He’s a bit on the small side for a shire, measuring sixteen point two hands.
SOLD TO VANESSA HALLADAY
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Post by .Rissa. on Jul 28, 2010 23:05:54 GMT -6
It was recently heard a new auction opened up downtown. Zack Bradley had been debating on a horse for a while. What he didn't want, was an academy horse to use. There was just something impersonal about it. Besides, he was making decent pay, and maybe it was also like a status acheivment for him, he could afford a horse. There many advantages to having a horse, women hung around them. So, by doing the math, then that would lead to women hanging around a man who hung around a horse. It just to happened, that the custodian had been cleaning the main office when a newcomer came in, a horse trainer. The two took off like a match to a wick, their personalities having a lot in common. Of course, this new individual wanted to see specimens of what Kentucky offered, he gladly accepted the offer to help Zack and ride into town.
Rance Vincent was a gentle man by nature. It was an oppurtune chance that a meeting like this occured. He had expected to start his job quick, but the second he arrived? Why, that was even better. Of course, he could use this to his own advantage. He could find a poorly trained or wild animal, take it back to the school, and show the academy he was more than qualified for his position. He was a constently active man anyway, always on the move, always doing something. His hand held the wheel lightly as the truck and trailer sped down the road, "So, exactly how new are ya to horses?" his smooth, inquiring voice filled the silence of the cab, as the radio was turned down.
Zack looked down the highway, Blue Ridge was two miles out, and the fairgrounds was at the start of the town. A smirk crossed his scruffy face at his new accuatince question, "What do they look like?" he asked, joking obviousley, "No, I know that much... but that's about it. Oh, and the turn in right up here on the right."
Rance grinned crookedly at the responce he got. His hand switched on the blinker and the truck turned into the fairgrounds. This must have been a big thing, as trucks and trailers were already filling up the parking lot. He parked in a space that would be easy to get out of and killed the engine. He blew from his nose, "Well, I can help ya with that," he said keeping a serious tone, "I bet they have a shetland pony in here that would do just fine for ya."
"A-a- pony?" Zack was obviousley blown away at the thought. What happened to the magestic raven black horse gleaming in the sun with pretty girls staring at it's breathtaking beauty?
Rance let out a few chuckles after getting the responce he wanted, "Just teasin'. C'mon," he opened the door of his new truck.
Zack noticed he didn't correct himself on exactly what type of horse would do, but at least it wouldn't be a fat, chubby pony that would bite your butt. Oh yeah, he heard horror stories about those little devils. His pace quickly caught up to Rance's and they walked inside the building together. The ring was still closed, opening in thirty mintues to the aisles were flooded with people looking at the horses like they were science fair projects on display.
"A Chincoteague, even better," Rance joked again, glancing at Zack. The man shook his head with a smirk. His ember eyes took a glance at the pony, it was taller than he thought, and cuter. Zack was intruiged by the expierence, so many people were gathered around the next pen, it was hard to see what was even in it. He just stuck close to Rance, and they weaved in and out of the swarms of humans. The trainer stopped at scrawny looking bay.
Rance took in a quick assesment of the horse, then glanced at Zack. The man was obviousley confused why he stopped at what seemed to be the most pitiful looking creature there, "He was abused," he explained, "You can see it in his eyes."
Zack furrowed his eyebrows in a sympathetic manner, "Why was he abused?"
Rance glanced over at his freind and swallowed lightly, "There's no good answer." He prompted the man lightly on the shoulder, "Let's go." His head pointed farther down the aisle.
The young man protested, his lips parted slightly, "But, wait. You're a horse trainer. You can help him." Rance hadn't meant to do this. It was rough on any human being the first time they learned about mistreated horses first hand. He let out a small sigh through his nose, his soft eyes looking at the horse, "He's eight. Normally, when they're that old, you can't reverse the way their mind thinks. He's best off being by himself in a pasture somewhere with cattle, where humans won't do anymore damage to him."
Zack looked at the ground. How could a huge, magestic creature be brought down to that? He took one last look at the horse, then followed Rance down the alley. The hustle and bustle made him forget about the bay, but it was stored, forever, in the back of his mind. He stopped abruptly in fron if the ugliest horse he had ever seen. He rose a brow, " What is that?"
"Your new horse," Rance said proudly as he looked at the roan appaloosa gelding.
Zack flew his hands out in front of him, "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait- that is not my horse. He's ugly, and fat, and... looks like he sleeps all day."
"Exactly, he's a perfect beginner's horse. Trust me," Rance glanced over at Zack, and offered him a raised brow of wisdom.
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Post by lorilie on Jul 28, 2010 23:27:46 GMT -6
Alyss hated this kind of thing.
She was standing outside of a pen of two horses, a beautiful, wary chestnut and almost blind bay. Abused, and badly. It sickened her, almost to the point where she wanted to vomit. She may have been abused for a reason she'd yet to find out, but horses never deserved it. Alina, her own horse did not have the need to be abused, and neither did these poor creatures.
She suddenly heard two men behind her talking, just like everyone else, but these two stood out for some reason. She cocked her head to listen closely.
"But, wait. You're a horse trainer. You can help him."
"He's eight. Normally, when they're that old, you can't reverse the way their mind thinks. He's best off being by himself in a pasture somewhere with cattle, where humans won't do anymore damage to him."
The thirteen year old positively bristled at the statement. The two men walked away and she calmed herself down, then bent down and slid her slim body through the bars and made her way toward the gelding slowly and, as always, quietly.
"What do es she think she's doin'?!"
"Get her outta there!"
She's gonna get 'erself killed!"
Alyss ignored these cries of ignorant people. The bay pricked his ears at her and the mare snorted. She walked to the mare, who almost reminded her of Alina, and extended her palm her eyes meeting the six year old's. The horse nickered suddenly, and at that the crowd fell silent. The chestnut warily lowered her ead so that her chin rested on the girl's palm. It was like she recognised the signs of abuse refleceted into a human child.
The bay sensed something going on with his sister and made his way over. The little girl didn't move as he cautiously made his way to her and sniffed the top of her head.
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Post by .Rissa. on Jul 29, 2010 0:18:13 GMT -6
Both men seemed to pause and look at each other as the room got considerably quiet. Rance looked around, people were staring and huddleing by a pen not far from where he remembered the abused horse being. For a second, the worst thought came to his mind. Was someone putting the animal down? Being in the profession he was, he couldn't let this incident go unnoticed, "Hold that thought," he told Zack, and started making his way back through the crowd.
Zack wasn't about to stand back in the shadows. As soon as Rance left, he followed closely in suit, wondering what was going on. He had never been to a horse auction, so everything was new. He wondered if they were all like this.
Rance stopped a couple rows back from the crowd as soon as he could see what was going. Apparently, someone hadn't watched their child closely and she got into a pen with the bay. She was petting another horse, who the man had paid little to no attention too. The animal was calm around her. Then, the weary bay started approaching her. He felt a light nudge on his shoulder, "What's going on?" a voice whispered near his ear.
The trainer furrowed his eyebrows, "You know, I'm not exactly sure. It looks like horses see something in her though." His voice was full of it's own mystery and questioning. What would draw a horse to a particular person out of a whole crowd? No fear in the individual? Curiosity? His gentle eyes casted towards the crowd. Why hadn't her parents spoke up, if they were any good at parenting. People weren't generally allowed in the small pens without assistance of faculty. He glanced at the watch on his wrist, the ring opened in ten minutes.
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