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Show: Zlesdin Spring Grading Show (ZSPG)
Featuring:
Horse: ZM0242 SRR Gunpowder and Lead
Handler: Tequila Brannon
Class: Mares: Free-jumping

(somehow managed to get approved) ((proud of her :'''3 ))

Tequila was undeniably, without a doubt, very out of place in the setting of Zdarloch Sejrbank. For one, sure couldn't pronounce its name, "Zzz-dar latch?" she asked Luca, the poor soul that was being sent with along with his Zlesdin, Wonder. Tequila was the only other rider of RidgeRunner that had a couple too. It was time she got at least one of them inspected and graded, Jennie thought, the owner of the stable company. Of course, Tequila didn't mind some travel. She was used to traveling all over for her western events: barrel racing, pole bending, the occasional pleasure class here and there.
“I think it’s closer to Z-dar-lock.” He tried to phonate it out to her, he was already prepared for an interesting day, and she was already getting damn close to living that up...
Tequila snorted a laugh and shook her head with pity, “That ain’t how the c-h works. CH. It’s a ch sound…” Duh.
“Ah…” he contemplated it for a moment, wondering whether it was worth trying to point out the difference between languages, before instead giving a smile “of course, you’re right, I forgot.” It was far easier to just acknowledge that he was ‘wrong’, and avoid the debate and the further confusion it would probably cause.
“Atta boy,” she gave him a wink and a tap on his nose. “Off the Zzdar-latch Sejur bank!” Yea...she was...Tequila.
“Mm. I can hardly wait.” Poor Luca wasn’t certain if he had ever heard someone butcher some words with quite such certainty in his entire life...
Upon arrival, Tequila raised a brow at every single person she encountered. She was clad in her cut of shorts, blinged out cowgirl boots, and tie on top with rhinestones littered about. "Why's everyone wearin' a bath robe? Damn fancy bath robes." She tried to snag the attention of a girl in a nice traditional red Fellish garb, leading an adorable little bay filly with a white tail. She wanted to ask her what Bed, Bath & Beyond she found that killer robe in. Tequila wanted one! They had shiny gold all over them.
Surprise. He really shouldn’t be feeling surprised at this point, it was Tequila, and yet, as she went spouting off about bath robes(?), he couldn’t help but wonder how someone could be quite so… Tequila. And then she tried to get the attention of someone else, one Raeni Clarke. He gave her a very quick apologetic glance, and tried to grab Tequila’s attention instead. “Ah, you might want to stop with the bath robes.” He’d figured it out. “They’re fellish garments-”
“What feller?” Tequila asked. The guy sure had a lot of robes to hand out...
“Noooo, Fellish. From Lettfell, where the Zlesdin comes from… I’ve got some too, I just haven’t put them on because we were travelling…” he was trying to get it through to her.
“And it’s not bath time…” Tequila was struggling to keep up. Some guy wanted a bath party with horses? A little feller? Seemed like everyone’s robes fit fine...
“No, it’s not bathtime. These aren’t bathrobes… these are kind of the fellish version of jeans and a shirt?” He was trying so hard.
Tequila’s expression sort of...glazed over. Jeans and shirts...weren’t robes… She smiled politely, “What a strange feller.” No lights were on in this house...
Luca saved himself just, from face palming, and gave up. “Mm.” He returned the polite smile, oh Christ.
Tequila shrugged it off and went to unload her own Zlesdin that had all the charms of a copacetic Eeyore: Gunner. This mare had the permanent 'I'd rather be dogfood' look on her face. Today, she was even more "delightful" since her pal, Asshat, couldn't come. Who was she supposed to fight with? Wonder wasn't offering any entertainment. And that's why Bitch came equipped with a muzzle. She had a bad habit of trying to eat tails or chewing wires. A hazardous mare.
But Tequila had a good mind to just be oblivious of the mare's stupid habits. She could still run fast and that's all that mattered. So this "grading" thing should be a walk in the park! With or without the fancy "bath robes".
But Gunner was quickly forming to her other nickname...Bitch.
DAY 1: Halter was going well. For the others. Not for Tequila and Gunner. Gunner was being her usual self: first she slipped on the asphalt and nearly busted her knees open. That took a good boot to the ribs to get her back up on her feet. Then she saw the other horses in the paddocks nearby and tried to attack them. They were not her dear Asshat! She nearly busted a fence rail, trying to kick at them and snapping her gnarly teeth at them (with her one hole where she was missing a tooth). That's where she got her first, "Bitch." of the day from Tequila. Luckily, she walked off the stinger from striking the fence and carried on into the class. And that's where she really tried to go all out and worked her crafty magic. She just ever-so quietly backed up to one of the torches and bumped into it, knocking it over into the shrubs. She stood there, motionless, waiting for the fire to consume her...
Only, the staff and other exhibitors saw what had happened and jumped on it in a heart beat. Gunner hung her head, looking sour and annoyed as they carried on into the class without any more shenanigans.
DAY 2: Liberty. After Gunner's stunning performance on the first day, Tequila didn't have much hope for her to be any better on the second. She was dreading the liberty class. Not because Gunner couldn't be good at it. She could be flashy when she got her spunk on. It was that "spunk" got to her head sometimes. The mare had a reputation to be a real turd to catch again. Tequila insisted on being the last one to go for liberty. The very last. She practically had to drag Gunner into that arena. Tequila let her loose and stepped back, expecting the worst. But Gunner just stood there, looking unimpressed. "Hey, mare, don't hold out on me now!" Tequila crossed her arms.
But Gunner remained still. She swished her little stubby tail and lowered her head. Apparently, now was nap time as she closed her eyes and cocked a leg.
Tequila tapped her boot, crossing her arms, waiting for the mare to do something. Nothing... Tequila sighed and went to go and fetch her to move on. So much for having to go last.
Gunner's ear twitched and she saw Tequila coming for her. She squealed, flapped her tail, and took off at a full-force gallop that she was known for. She rip-snorted and bucked with no brakes applied. She flopped like a sunfish in the air, landing and sprinting off again. She flung her head in a sassy manner, taking a beautiful crap at the same time just to really paint a picture of beauty that the horse was.... And while she did, she crashed into the fence and knocked herself flat on her butt. The mare grunted and got to her feet, shaking the sand from her coat, but not the shit stain... great. Now Tequila had to get that cleaned off too.
And as she feared: Gunner was not going to be caught. If anyone got near her, she bolted like a maniac and tried mince herself through the poor fence. Poor Zdarloch Sejrbank might have to reset some poles after they left...
"Fuck it," Tequila shrugged. "Just make a chute and I'll run her into the arena." She had little choice if they were going to complete the free-jumping portion of this grading procedure and it was starting to rain to make things better.. At least she'd be in an enclosed space. If she kept at it, she might just get loose and she didn't wish that on anyone. Out in Texas, where the Southern branch was located, there was little Gunner could escape to other than brush and tumbleweeds. Here, there was far too much lush grass and horses around.
With a lot of help and little encouragement, they got Gunner herded into the indoor arena fro free jumping like she was a cow. She pranced about the arena, snorting and holding her head up high. Tequila wasn't done with this mare. She had corners in this arena she could get Gunner chased into. She smiled angrily as the horse paraded around, now taking an interest in being pretty with her high steps and elegant neck. She actually looked like a horse that could function instead of a neurotic nightmare.
Now, this is where both Tequila and Gunner's inexperience came into play. Tequila had no idea about jumping horses. She preferred all four feet on the ground. But...it was just jumping? Surely, Gunner would cover it. Tequila eyed the jump and if she thought she could clear it, surely this nightmare could too. And so they got Gunner pointed down the chute to go for the jump. It wasn't like she needed much incentive.
Gunner galloped away, snorting high and mighty. She eventually looked ahead and saw to columns of fire before her. Her eyes went wide. It wasn't the fire that got her attention. She was a mounted shooting horse, as well. She had been around gunpowder, loud noises, fires, etc. She couldn't care less about some swirling fire and bushes of flowers. What she didn't know how to comprehend were the striped poles stacked on each other. Too little, too late. She was coming in!
For just a split second, Gunner scope out, hunched up and looked like she might actually stand a chance. It really wasn't that high of a jump. But all hope was lost as Gunner launched straight through the jump, lost any and all form of grace. She somersaulted, flipped and took out the top two poles. She hit the floor like a ragdoll, flailing her hind legs in the air and finally flipped over the poor pole she nearly splintered in half. She grunted when she hit the ground with a thud.
“How in the-” Bitch’s day had already not been going well, and now this? Luca couldn’t wrap his head around this horse, but there was one thing that was absolutely certain. She was not a jumper.
Tequila was quiet for a moment as Gunner laid there in a daze. "...I've got you now, Bitch!" Tequila laughed and sprinted after the poor horse. She cleared the rope and tackled Gunner to the ground like she was wrestling a bull. She clipped the lead rope onto her halter and laughed victoriously! WHO WAS THE FOOL NOW! At least the went down with vigor and tenacity...
(1811 word count)

Honorable mention in:

Mature Content

by DatNachtmaehre

Biiiiiiiiiiiiii- she's a stunner. Beauty and grace just like her handler...
LOOK GUYS I DRAW PONIES SOMETIMES TOO :'''D It feels like an eternity.
And not just a horse...BUT ONLY A HORSE. whut. I haven't drawn something pony related without a human in there in so long... I spent most of the time going..."I could put her in there..." But this was more of something to relax and play with. And finally play with Bitch. What a "charismatic" personality. Maybe sometime I can play with her pally, Asshat <3
Enjoy the disaster!~ No bitches were seriously harmed, sorry about the fences.

Gunner "Bitch"/Tequila © Drasayer
Luca/Wonder © Saoradh
Raeni and her fab bab Ellie © Dozymare

SAI/Photoshop CS6

Description

Show: Zlesdin Spring Grading Show (ZSPG)
Featuring:
Horse: ZM0242 SRR Gunpowder and Lead
Handler: Tequila Brannon
Class: Mares: Free-jumping

(somehow managed to get approved) ((proud of her :'''3 ))

Tequila was undeniably, without a doubt, very out of place in the setting of Zdarloch Sejrbank. For one, sure couldn't pronounce its name, "Zzz-dar latch?" she asked Luca, the poor soul that was being sent with along with his Zlesdin, Wonder. Tequila was the only other rider of RidgeRunner that had a couple too. It was time she got at least one of them inspected and graded, Jennie thought, the owner of the stable company. Of course, Tequila didn't mind some travel. She was used to traveling all over for her western events: barrel racing, pole bending, the occasional pleasure class here and there.
“I think it’s closer to Z-dar-lock.” He tried to phonate it out to her, he was already prepared for an interesting day, and she was already getting damn close to living that up...
Tequila snorted a laugh and shook her head with pity, “That ain’t how the c-h works. CH. It’s a ch sound…” Duh.
“Ah…” he contemplated it for a moment, wondering whether it was worth trying to point out the difference between languages, before instead giving a smile “of course, you’re right, I forgot.” It was far easier to just acknowledge that he was ‘wrong’, and avoid the debate and the further confusion it would probably cause.
“Atta boy,” she gave him a wink and a tap on his nose. “Off the Zzdar-latch Sejur bank!” Yea...she was...Tequila.
“Mm. I can hardly wait.” Poor Luca wasn’t certain if he had ever heard someone butcher some words with quite such certainty in his entire life...
Upon arrival, Tequila raised a brow at every single person she encountered. She was clad in her cut of shorts, blinged out cowgirl boots, and tie on top with rhinestones littered about. "Why's everyone wearin' a bath robe? Damn fancy bath robes." She tried to snag the attention of a girl in a nice traditional red Fellish garb, leading an adorable little bay filly with a white tail. She wanted to ask her what Bed, Bath & Beyond she found that killer robe in. Tequila wanted one! They had shiny gold all over them.
Surprise. He really shouldn’t be feeling surprised at this point, it was Tequila, and yet, as she went spouting off about bath robes(?), he couldn’t help but wonder how someone could be quite so… Tequila. And then she tried to get the attention of someone else, one Raeni Clarke. He gave her a very quick apologetic glance, and tried to grab Tequila’s attention instead. “Ah, you might want to stop with the bath robes.” He’d figured it out. “They’re fellish garments-”
“What feller?” Tequila asked. The guy sure had a lot of robes to hand out...
“Noooo, Fellish. From Lettfell, where the Zlesdin comes from… I’ve got some too, I just haven’t put them on because we were travelling…” he was trying to get it through to her.
“And it’s not bath time…” Tequila was struggling to keep up. Some guy wanted a bath party with horses? A little feller? Seemed like everyone’s robes fit fine...
“No, it’s not bathtime. These aren’t bathrobes… these are kind of the fellish version of jeans and a shirt?” He was trying so hard.
Tequila’s expression sort of...glazed over. Jeans and shirts...weren’t robes… She smiled politely, “What a strange feller.” No lights were on in this house...
Luca saved himself just, from face palming, and gave up. “Mm.” He returned the polite smile, oh Christ.
Tequila shrugged it off and went to unload her own Zlesdin that had all the charms of a copacetic Eeyore: Gunner. This mare had the permanent 'I'd rather be dogfood' look on her face. Today, she was even more "delightful" since her pal, Asshat, couldn't come. Who was she supposed to fight with? Wonder wasn't offering any entertainment. And that's why Bitch came equipped with a muzzle. She had a bad habit of trying to eat tails or chewing wires. A hazardous mare.
But Tequila had a good mind to just be oblivious of the mare's stupid habits. She could still run fast and that's all that mattered. So this "grading" thing should be a walk in the park! With or without the fancy "bath robes".
But Gunner was quickly forming to her other nickname...Bitch.
DAY 1: Halter was going well. For the others. Not for Tequila and Gunner. Gunner was being her usual self: first she slipped on the asphalt and nearly busted her knees open. That took a good boot to the ribs to get her back up on her feet. Then she saw the other horses in the paddocks nearby and tried to attack them. They were not her dear Asshat! She nearly busted a fence rail, trying to kick at them and snapping her gnarly teeth at them (with her one hole where she was missing a tooth). That's where she got her first, "Bitch." of the day from Tequila. Luckily, she walked off the stinger from striking the fence and carried on into the class. And that's where she really tried to go all out and worked her crafty magic. She just ever-so quietly backed up to one of the torches and bumped into it, knocking it over into the shrubs. She stood there, motionless, waiting for the fire to consume her...
Only, the staff and other exhibitors saw what had happened and jumped on it in a heart beat. Gunner hung her head, looking sour and annoyed as they carried on into the class without any more shenanigans.
DAY 2: Liberty. After Gunner's stunning performance on the first day, Tequila didn't have much hope for her to be any better on the second. She was dreading the liberty class. Not because Gunner couldn't be good at it. She could be flashy when she got her spunk on. It was that "spunk" got to her head sometimes. The mare had a reputation to be a real turd to catch again. Tequila insisted on being the last one to go for liberty. The very last. She practically had to drag Gunner into that arena. Tequila let her loose and stepped back, expecting the worst. But Gunner just stood there, looking unimpressed. "Hey, mare, don't hold out on me now!" Tequila crossed her arms.
But Gunner remained still. She swished her little stubby tail and lowered her head. Apparently, now was nap time as she closed her eyes and cocked a leg.
Tequila tapped her boot, crossing her arms, waiting for the mare to do something. Nothing... Tequila sighed and went to go and fetch her to move on. So much for having to go last.
Gunner's ear twitched and she saw Tequila coming for her. She squealed, flapped her tail, and took off at a full-force gallop that she was known for. She rip-snorted and bucked with no brakes applied. She flopped like a sunfish in the air, landing and sprinting off again. She flung her head in a sassy manner, taking a beautiful crap at the same time just to really paint a picture of beauty that the horse was.... And while she did, she crashed into the fence and knocked herself flat on her butt. The mare grunted and got to her feet, shaking the sand from her coat, but not the shit stain... great. Now Tequila had to get that cleaned off too.
And as she feared: Gunner was not going to be caught. If anyone got near her, she bolted like a maniac and tried mince herself through the poor fence. Poor Zdarloch Sejrbank might have to reset some poles after they left...
"Fuck it," Tequila shrugged. "Just make a chute and I'll run her into the arena." She had little choice if they were going to complete the free-jumping portion of this grading procedure and it was starting to rain to make things better.. At least she'd be in an enclosed space. If she kept at it, she might just get loose and she didn't wish that on anyone. Out in Texas, where the Southern branch was located, there was little Gunner could escape to other than brush and tumbleweeds. Here, there was far too much lush grass and horses around.
With a lot of help and little encouragement, they got Gunner herded into the indoor arena fro free jumping like she was a cow. She pranced about the arena, snorting and holding her head up high. Tequila wasn't done with this mare. She had corners in this arena she could get Gunner chased into. She smiled angrily as the horse paraded around, now taking an interest in being pretty with her high steps and elegant neck. She actually looked like a horse that could function instead of a neurotic nightmare.
Now, this is where both Tequila and Gunner's inexperience came into play. Tequila had no idea about jumping horses. She preferred all four feet on the ground. But...it was just jumping? Surely, Gunner would cover it. Tequila eyed the jump and if she thought she could clear it, surely this nightmare could too. And so they got Gunner pointed down the chute to go for the jump. It wasn't like she needed much incentive.
Gunner galloped away, snorting high and mighty. She eventually looked ahead and saw to columns of fire before her. Her eyes went wide. It wasn't the fire that got her attention. She was a mounted shooting horse, as well. She had been around gunpowder, loud noises, fires, etc. She couldn't care less about some swirling fire and bushes of flowers. What she didn't know how to comprehend were the striped poles stacked on each other. Too little, too late. She was coming in!
For just a split second, Gunner scope out, hunched up and looked like she might actually stand a chance. It really wasn't that high of a jump. But all hope was lost as Gunner launched straight through the jump, lost any and all form of grace. She somersaulted, flipped and took out the top two poles. She hit the floor like a ragdoll, flailing her hind legs in the air and finally flipped over the poor pole she nearly splintered in half. She grunted when she hit the ground with a thud.
“How in the-” Bitch’s day had already not been going well, and now this? Luca couldn’t wrap his head around this horse, but there was one thing that was absolutely certain. She was not a jumper.
Tequila was quiet for a moment as Gunner laid there in a daze. "...I've got you now, Bitch!" Tequila laughed and sprinted after the poor horse. She cleared the rope and tackled Gunner to the ground like she was wrestling a bull. She clipped the lead rope onto her halter and laughed victoriously! WHO WAS THE FOOL NOW! At least the went down with vigor and tenacity...
(1811 word count)

Honorable mention in:

Mature Content

by DatNachtmaehre

Biiiiiiiiiiiiii- she's a stunner. Beauty and grace just like her handler...
LOOK GUYS I DRAW PONIES SOMETIMES TOO :'''D It feels like an eternity.
And not just a horse...BUT ONLY A HORSE. whut. I haven't drawn something pony related without a human in there in so long... I spent most of the time going..."I could put her in there..." But this was more of something to relax and play with. And finally play with Bitch. What a "charismatic" personality. Maybe sometime I can play with her pally, Asshat <3
Enjoy the disaster!~ No bitches were seriously harmed, sorry about the fences.

Gunner "Bitch"/Tequila © Drasayer
Luca/Wonder © Saoradh
Raeni and her fab bab Ellie © Dozymare

SAI/Photoshop CS6