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Yes, a horribly cliché Vday babe. Enjoy

Name: Mister Systir (Mr. Sister)
(Nickname): Sys
Age: 3
Gender: Mare
Breed: Dutch Warmblood x Trakehner Cross
Height: will mature to 16.3
Phenotype: Grey on Bay with Ben d'Or spots
Genotype: Ee Aa nG
Primary Rider: Christopher Burton
Discipline: In training for all things boing, possibly some fancy dance dressage
Personality: You're in for a treat. Buckle up. Sys is a bold little lady that fears very little in this world. She has plenty of energy to work all day long which is lining up perfectly with her athletic frame. She prefers to be amongst whatever is going on. Standing around and waiting patiently is not her strong suit. She has tried to eat her lead ropes on occasion. She did seem to inherit her sire's unwavering affection for mares. She seems to have very little tolerance for the colts and geldings. Probably won't be a problem. Who likes stinky stallions anyway?

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Sire: RV Mister Socrates
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Dam: PR Laluna
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HARPG Earnings: $6 633
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Transcending Homework and Memes"So, this is your new-" Ty was cut off by a shrill whinny. The filly was young but her lungs were mighty and she had a call that could be heard from the next town over. She pricked her ears, listening to the return calls back to her, as if deciphering if any of them were of interest. She snorted and paced around her stall, nosing at the bars between her and Risky residing in the stall beside her. She nickered quietly to her but when the grey mare didn't respond, she paced over to the other side where Dolly was. She pawed at the side of the stall, demanding someone pay her attention. Chris had hoped she would have settled by now. "Yeah," he responded flatly, stepping into the stall to get her haltered and groomed for her class. It was her first event off grounds, so he wasn't surprised she looked a little nervous and wary of her surroundings. "Poor lil' thing," Taysom cooed from outside of the stall. "Don't worry, Sys, Uncle TayTay will take care of you!" Chris held back his cringe and shudder, pulling the halter over Systir's ears and tying her to the tie-ring in the stall. Ty snorted, looking over Taysom's rather dapper outfit- a rather loud looking suit piece plaid? And white slacks? "Oohh, so you lost the bet." "Whaaaaaa? Dude, come on, I look so dope right now. Best reason I've had to whip out my good suit," he stroked the sides of his jacket and slicked back his short hair. "Well, that and Chris is deathly allergic to, what was it again, Chris? Humility?" "Stupidity," Chris corrected him without missing a beat. Which he was starting to question the filly stood next to him as she pawed at the ground eagerly. Taysom shrugged, not offended in the slightest. "Hey, man, it's all fine by me. Sys is a sweetheart. We're going to have fun!" "Cute," he muttered, putting the toe of his boot into the side of Systir's leg with a thump. She snorted and stood still, flipping her ear towards Chris before pitching them forward again. There. At least now, she was acting more like how she had been at home. He already had one screwball in his hands, he didn't get another "just because". Ty leaned closer to Taysom to whisper to him, "Does he seem grumpier than usual today?" "I think he misses his girlfriend," Taysom whispered back. "Aaawwwww-" Ty leaned away from Taysom with a smile after he had caught a side eye from Chris. "I was just saying that your new horse is super cute! I bet she'll be crazy awesome once she gets to jumping! She...is… going to be a jumper, right?" "What else would she be?" Chris asked with a raised brow. "I dunno, you guys have been doing all sorts of stuff lately like dressage and stuff- or were you just doing that with your dad?" "She's ready enough," Chris spoke to Taysom, completely ignoring Ty's comment/question. He untied her and dropped the brush in the grooming tote, grabbing her bridle to swap out of her halter. He walked right past Ty like he didn't exist and handed Systir's reins to Taysom. Taysom patted Ty's shoulder, passing a knowing empathetic look. He, too, had been ghosted before in the past too. Chris got into these funks more and more often these days. Just part of growing up and realizing there's more to life than homework and internet memes. He had already asked once, he wasn't going to poke and prod any more than that. Systir was a whole new animal coming out of the barn. She perked up and stayed right on Taysom's side. She had great interest with everything going on around her. She'd poke her nose out to see if she could reach a person walking by or stare at a trailer pulling up to the show grounds. Taysom had a soft spot for the younger horses, coddling them like puppies. He scratched her withers, talking to her like a baby, "What d'ya think, Sys? A whole world out here, huh? How cool is that? Oh, do you see a pony over there? Maybe a baby just like you, huh, Sys?" "You're lowering my horse's IQ when you talk to her like that," Chris smirked. "That's okay," he continued to pat her, "We just a baby! We don't need smarts just yet, do we? We jus' trying to survive~" Chris got a chuckle out of how dumb he was making himself look. "Funny how it turned into 'we' when I brought up IQ. You have no shame, do you?" "Hey, I've been alive long enough to know there's no point in feeling like I owe any expectation to anyone other than myself...and my boss, right?" He shrugged with a smile. Life was too short to worry about what others thought about him. Well, maybe that wasn't completely true either. He didn't want to give off the impression he was an axe-wielding murderer - that looked bad on resume. But it was the best advice he could offer to a young man about to enter the world of adulthood. This time, it was Chris that patted Taysom on the shoulder, “And that’s why you’ll die alone when you shrivel into dust, dude.” “You are just a stunning ray of sunshine, kiddo, you know that?” He flipped his shades on like he was being blinded by the “kindness”. “I’m painfully aware,” he smirked. It wasn’t like Chris didn’t know who he was or how he behaved. He was the one trapped in his meatsuit with the one element of his personality that he had at his disposal and that was molten sarcasm. At least a few people around him understood that. Taysom led Systir into the arena just as natural as any other day, leading a horse. He did keep his hands to himself as best he could since this wasn’t the time to be doting on her - business first. She carried herself proudly, her head held high, tail lifted, a good strong strut in her stride. She walked on the sand like she owned the place, stretching her limber legs with a kind of swagger in her step. Chris cast a glance to the others entering the arena behind her to evaluate what they had brought; a loudly colored stock horse, a dun warmblood, etc. It was just natural to scan over another horse, cast a basic analysis, and- Chris’s eyes narrowed, hearing a shrill whinny that could only be coming from one filly in particular as loud as it was. God, he didn’t even want to see what she was doing now. But being his horse, he looked back at Systir to see her prancing in place, trying to get her head swung around to go greet the other horses in the ring or pick a fight? It was really hard to tell. Having the stature of an lanky buffalo, Taysom could handle Systir’s antics just fine. He did his best to keep her settled so she could stand square, but, boy, did she really have it in her mind to go make a new friend(?). They seemed like quite lovely mares back there, maybe she was missing her mother or something. All Taysom could do was smile and keep a hold of the reins. Poor little baby horse brain; life was suddenly more than just grazing and sun naps. Growing up is hard. ,Wordcount: 1255...

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Offspring:
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Sys/Original Design/Art © Drasayer
RV Mister Socrates © Tougal
PR Laluna © OwlieOwl

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Description

Yes, a horribly cliché Vday babe. Enjoy

Name: Mister Systir (Mr. Sister)
(Nickname): Sys
Age: 3
Gender: Mare
Breed: Dutch Warmblood x Trakehner Cross
Height: will mature to 16.3
Phenotype: Grey on Bay with Ben d'Or spots
Genotype: Ee Aa nG
Primary Rider: Christopher Burton
Discipline: In training for all things boing, possibly some fancy dance dressage
Personality: You're in for a treat. Buckle up. Sys is a bold little lady that fears very little in this world. She has plenty of energy to work all day long which is lining up perfectly with her athletic frame. She prefers to be amongst whatever is going on. Standing around and waiting patiently is not her strong suit. She has tried to eat her lead ropes on occasion. She did seem to inherit her sire's unwavering affection for mares. She seems to have very little tolerance for the colts and geldings. Probably won't be a problem. Who likes stinky stallions anyway?

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Sire: RV Mister Socrates
------------------------------------------ SDS: Unknown
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Dam: PR Laluna
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Trackers and Rankings:
HARPG Earnings: $6 633
Pemberley Stud Tracker
Transcending Homework and Memes"So, this is your new-" Ty was cut off by a shrill whinny. The filly was young but her lungs were mighty and she had a call that could be heard from the next town over. She pricked her ears, listening to the return calls back to her, as if deciphering if any of them were of interest. She snorted and paced around her stall, nosing at the bars between her and Risky residing in the stall beside her. She nickered quietly to her but when the grey mare didn't respond, she paced over to the other side where Dolly was. She pawed at the side of the stall, demanding someone pay her attention. Chris had hoped she would have settled by now. "Yeah," he responded flatly, stepping into the stall to get her haltered and groomed for her class. It was her first event off grounds, so he wasn't surprised she looked a little nervous and wary of her surroundings. "Poor lil' thing," Taysom cooed from outside of the stall. "Don't worry, Sys, Uncle TayTay will take care of you!" Chris held back his cringe and shudder, pulling the halter over Systir's ears and tying her to the tie-ring in the stall. Ty snorted, looking over Taysom's rather dapper outfit- a rather loud looking suit piece plaid? And white slacks? "Oohh, so you lost the bet." "Whaaaaaa? Dude, come on, I look so dope right now. Best reason I've had to whip out my good suit," he stroked the sides of his jacket and slicked back his short hair. "Well, that and Chris is deathly allergic to, what was it again, Chris? Humility?" "Stupidity," Chris corrected him without missing a beat. Which he was starting to question the filly stood next to him as she pawed at the ground eagerly. Taysom shrugged, not offended in the slightest. "Hey, man, it's all fine by me. Sys is a sweetheart. We're going to have fun!" "Cute," he muttered, putting the toe of his boot into the side of Systir's leg with a thump. She snorted and stood still, flipping her ear towards Chris before pitching them forward again. There. At least now, she was acting more like how she had been at home. He already had one screwball in his hands, he didn't get another "just because". Ty leaned closer to Taysom to whisper to him, "Does he seem grumpier than usual today?" "I think he misses his girlfriend," Taysom whispered back. "Aaawwwww-" Ty leaned away from Taysom with a smile after he had caught a side eye from Chris. "I was just saying that your new horse is super cute! I bet she'll be crazy awesome once she gets to jumping! She...is… going to be a jumper, right?" "What else would she be?" Chris asked with a raised brow. "I dunno, you guys have been doing all sorts of stuff lately like dressage and stuff- or were you just doing that with your dad?" "She's ready enough," Chris spoke to Taysom, completely ignoring Ty's comment/question. He untied her and dropped the brush in the grooming tote, grabbing her bridle to swap out of her halter. He walked right past Ty like he didn't exist and handed Systir's reins to Taysom. Taysom patted Ty's shoulder, passing a knowing empathetic look. He, too, had been ghosted before in the past too. Chris got into these funks more and more often these days. Just part of growing up and realizing there's more to life than homework and internet memes. He had already asked once, he wasn't going to poke and prod any more than that. Systir was a whole new animal coming out of the barn. She perked up and stayed right on Taysom's side. She had great interest with everything going on around her. She'd poke her nose out to see if she could reach a person walking by or stare at a trailer pulling up to the show grounds. Taysom had a soft spot for the younger horses, coddling them like puppies. He scratched her withers, talking to her like a baby, "What d'ya think, Sys? A whole world out here, huh? How cool is that? Oh, do you see a pony over there? Maybe a baby just like you, huh, Sys?" "You're lowering my horse's IQ when you talk to her like that," Chris smirked. "That's okay," he continued to pat her, "We just a baby! We don't need smarts just yet, do we? We jus' trying to survive~" Chris got a chuckle out of how dumb he was making himself look. "Funny how it turned into 'we' when I brought up IQ. You have no shame, do you?" "Hey, I've been alive long enough to know there's no point in feeling like I owe any expectation to anyone other than myself...and my boss, right?" He shrugged with a smile. Life was too short to worry about what others thought about him. Well, maybe that wasn't completely true either. He didn't want to give off the impression he was an axe-wielding murderer - that looked bad on resume. But it was the best advice he could offer to a young man about to enter the world of adulthood. This time, it was Chris that patted Taysom on the shoulder, “And that’s why you’ll die alone when you shrivel into dust, dude.” “You are just a stunning ray of sunshine, kiddo, you know that?” He flipped his shades on like he was being blinded by the “kindness”. “I’m painfully aware,” he smirked. It wasn’t like Chris didn’t know who he was or how he behaved. He was the one trapped in his meatsuit with the one element of his personality that he had at his disposal and that was molten sarcasm. At least a few people around him understood that. Taysom led Systir into the arena just as natural as any other day, leading a horse. He did keep his hands to himself as best he could since this wasn’t the time to be doting on her - business first. She carried herself proudly, her head held high, tail lifted, a good strong strut in her stride. She walked on the sand like she owned the place, stretching her limber legs with a kind of swagger in her step. Chris cast a glance to the others entering the arena behind her to evaluate what they had brought; a loudly colored stock horse, a dun warmblood, etc. It was just natural to scan over another horse, cast a basic analysis, and- Chris’s eyes narrowed, hearing a shrill whinny that could only be coming from one filly in particular as loud as it was. God, he didn’t even want to see what she was doing now. But being his horse, he looked back at Systir to see her prancing in place, trying to get her head swung around to go greet the other horses in the ring or pick a fight? It was really hard to tell. Having the stature of an lanky buffalo, Taysom could handle Systir’s antics just fine. He did his best to keep her settled so she could stand square, but, boy, did she really have it in her mind to go make a new friend(?). They seemed like quite lovely mares back there, maybe she was missing her mother or something. All Taysom could do was smile and keep a hold of the reins. Poor little baby horse brain; life was suddenly more than just grazing and sun naps. Growing up is hard. ,Wordcount: 1255...

Titles:
--

Breeding Open
Price: One fullbody image (shaded with background) OR 200 points
Breeding Slots: (unlimited)
1: Acetoma - ready to use

Offspring:
1:

Sys/Original Design/Art © Drasayer
RV Mister Socrates © Tougal
PR Laluna © OwlieOwl

SAI/ Photoshop CS6