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breaking news: moole foal is a dick

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"Jesus christ," Jakobi grunted, grabbing the mares mane as Savina reared up once again. The pair hovered in the air for a moment before the mare haphazardly crashed back down, lashing her tail at the mans attempts to control her. "Why is this horse such a sociopath, holy shit. I understand that every mare in her lineage is just an absolute ordeal to interact with but this seems really extreme! It's like she's a pony in a horse's body or something."

Keke shrugged, trotting the grey mare in a wide circle around them. "Moole spoiled you too much. It's hard to find horses with that amount of try in them. You can take Zen if you want, he'll take any shot you give him regardless of whether or not you actually gave it to him." The man offered, steering Coda away from the other pair and back towards the jump exercises scattered around the arena. Despite sharing 50% of their genetic material, all Home of deMoole foals had somehow gotten radically different personalities and Savina, the youngest of the group at Vechnyy, was determined to put herself on parade.

Quickly dismounting, Jakobi exhaled and began leading the mare in slow laps around the arena. It had been more than a month since they made their choices and Savina had done nothing to make their lives easier. She was still ornery and opinionated, picking fights at will and making every attempt to throw her rider when something got mildly difficult. "She's an incredible jumper but I don't know if I have the energy to wait and see if she develops a worth ethic like Moole has. I want a horse that I can rely on to at least have a consistent temperament instead of having to roll the dice on whether or not she wants to be an equine jack-in-the-box that day."

Coming off a canter line Keke slowed Coda, falling into step with the other two. "I mean it took Moole until he was 8 to settle down into the kind of horse he is now. First it was stopping short at every single jump and flinging himself, then it was crashing over almost every jump unless you smacked him, and last it was back to stopping at the jump but this time because he wanted to grab the rails. Odds are it's going to be another few years before she begins to settle down." He threw his hands up, looking down at the blonde. "I mean we can always trade if you want, you know Coda's nice but she's gonna be at a much higher level than Savina."

Jakobi shook his head, looking Savina over. "I know rationally she'll be fine in a few years but I'm getting sick of this. There's not going to be this much wiggle room in competitions and I refuse to see her fail just because she doesn't want to try. Puissance and Grand Prix requires a horse willing to work with you and put themselves on the line." The mare pinned her ears as if she was aware that the two humans were talking about her. For a horse with this much attitude there was almost always an underlying cause; ulcers, poor saddle fit, general pain, but Savina had been checked over and over again and it was professionally diagnosed as an attitude problem, making ti all the more fun for Jakobi.

"You'll figure something out, kid." Keke reached down, tousling the other mans hair before pulling away and heading back towards the jumps. "I mean you got Moole back on track and that was a lot worse than a horse with an attitude." Jakobi opened his mouth, closing it as he watched the pair circle the far side of the arena.

"That's just the thing," He spoke as they came back into earshot. "I don't want to have to figure it out. Why is it too much to ask for a Grand Prix horse that isn't dangerous?"

Keke pulled Coda up next to them, stopping the mare cautiously. "Do you want to swap? You'd have to get used to Coda's heights but at least she won't try to kill you halfway through the course. It would be a lot safer for me to take her anyway."

Jakobi rocked back on his heels. "I mean like," He exhaled loudly, looking back at Savina. "I don't want it to seem like I can't handle her but I'm just sick of her?? I don't have a problem admitting you're a better trainer than me but I don't want to be that guy that bails when anything gets even a little difficult."

The other man dismounted, jutting his chin at Savina. "You're not bailing, you gave it an honest try and she's not working. She's not a threat to me but she is a threat to your safety and no one is gonna force you to ride a horse like that. We just swap back and it's fine, end of story." Jakobi nodded slowly, taking Coda's reins in exchange for Savina's and watching the new duo head towards the mouting block.

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Coda, Keke, Savina, Jakobi, and art: Jyynxx
Refs used: fav.me/d3fydir fav.me/d983bht

Description
breaking news: moole foal is a dick

~

"Jesus christ," Jakobi grunted, grabbing the mares mane as Savina reared up once again. The pair hovered in the air for a moment before the mare haphazardly crashed back down, lashing her tail at the mans attempts to control her. "Why is this horse such a sociopath, holy shit. I understand that every mare in her lineage is just an absolute ordeal to interact with but this seems really extreme! It's like she's a pony in a horse's body or something."

Keke shrugged, trotting the grey mare in a wide circle around them. "Moole spoiled you too much. It's hard to find horses with that amount of try in them. You can take Zen if you want, he'll take any shot you give him regardless of whether or not you actually gave it to him." The man offered, steering Coda away from the other pair and back towards the jump exercises scattered around the arena. Despite sharing 50% of their genetic material, all Home of deMoole foals had somehow gotten radically different personalities and Savina, the youngest of the group at Vechnyy, was determined to put herself on parade.

Quickly dismounting, Jakobi exhaled and began leading the mare in slow laps around the arena. It had been more than a month since they made their choices and Savina had done nothing to make their lives easier. She was still ornery and opinionated, picking fights at will and making every attempt to throw her rider when something got mildly difficult. "She's an incredible jumper but I don't know if I have the energy to wait and see if she develops a worth ethic like Moole has. I want a horse that I can rely on to at least have a consistent temperament instead of having to roll the dice on whether or not she wants to be an equine jack-in-the-box that day."

Coming off a canter line Keke slowed Coda, falling into step with the other two. "I mean it took Moole until he was 8 to settle down into the kind of horse he is now. First it was stopping short at every single jump and flinging himself, then it was crashing over almost every jump unless you smacked him, and last it was back to stopping at the jump but this time because he wanted to grab the rails. Odds are it's going to be another few years before she begins to settle down." He threw his hands up, looking down at the blonde. "I mean we can always trade if you want, you know Coda's nice but she's gonna be at a much higher level than Savina."

Jakobi shook his head, looking Savina over. "I know rationally she'll be fine in a few years but I'm getting sick of this. There's not going to be this much wiggle room in competitions and I refuse to see her fail just because she doesn't want to try. Puissance and Grand Prix requires a horse willing to work with you and put themselves on the line." The mare pinned her ears as if she was aware that the two humans were talking about her. For a horse with this much attitude there was almost always an underlying cause; ulcers, poor saddle fit, general pain, but Savina had been checked over and over again and it was professionally diagnosed as an attitude problem, making ti all the more fun for Jakobi.

"You'll figure something out, kid." Keke reached down, tousling the other mans hair before pulling away and heading back towards the jumps. "I mean you got Moole back on track and that was a lot worse than a horse with an attitude." Jakobi opened his mouth, closing it as he watched the pair circle the far side of the arena.

"That's just the thing," He spoke as they came back into earshot. "I don't want to have to figure it out. Why is it too much to ask for a Grand Prix horse that isn't dangerous?"

Keke pulled Coda up next to them, stopping the mare cautiously. "Do you want to swap? You'd have to get used to Coda's heights but at least she won't try to kill you halfway through the course. It would be a lot safer for me to take her anyway."

Jakobi rocked back on his heels. "I mean like," He exhaled loudly, looking back at Savina. "I don't want it to seem like I can't handle her but I'm just sick of her?? I don't have a problem admitting you're a better trainer than me but I don't want to be that guy that bails when anything gets even a little difficult."

The other man dismounted, jutting his chin at Savina. "You're not bailing, you gave it an honest try and she's not working. She's not a threat to me but she is a threat to your safety and no one is gonna force you to ride a horse like that. We just swap back and it's fine, end of story." Jakobi nodded slowly, taking Coda's reins in exchange for Savina's and watching the new duo head towards the mouting block.

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Coda, Keke, Savina, Jakobi, and art: Jyynxx
Refs used: fav.me/d3fydir fav.me/d983bht