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so, i decided to start my own barn.
thus, i am on the hunt for horses.
this lovely fella is from 's warmblood auction.

T H R E E
SL Renegade
Breed: Dutch Warmblood
Gender: Stallion
Color: Black Tobiano Splash
Genetics: Ee/aa/nT/nSpl
Personality: A complete casanova, a swooning gentleman that thanklessly crushes his opponents with the swing of his strides. Unforgiving and skittish, the clearer image of a wild tornado -- he expresses his temper and resists the urges of tenderness to those who strike interest. The emperor of ladies, his own highness as he stands over the ashes of his own destructive behavior. The gracefulness of dancer's steps stole every inch of the hurricane's demeanor, it's tranquility and quietness sizzled the details away and confused the reality of his insanity. The splitting image of bipolar behavior, yet, no disease or sickness plagued his appearence nor his mind as he pranced his way to the top of the brackets.
History:
The everlasting story of said stallion didn't include the countless abusive stories that somehow made the crowd stand on it's toes. It was a normal one, one that simmered the hot summer days and filled the winter air with hot evaporation as it left one's lips. The story started on a winter night.

A small farm on the edge of Montana was settling in for the night, heatlamps hung throughout the barn and the only noises were the soft murmured breaths of those whom slept peacefully throughout the night. The stall in the back left corner overflowed with bedding, it's walls lined by hay and insolation. A humming came from the water trough, it's heater buzzing away at the small ice formations that dried and crusted to the rims of the plastic. That evening, in the warm stall that cozied up against the back of the barn, the quiet and the darkness of the night embraced the new life that slowly staggered on four limbs. Renegade's small and shivering body leaned up against his mother's paint-patterned stomach, begging for warmth as he started to suckle at his mother for food. She graced his first minutes of life with a full grooming, her soft tongue rasping gently over his forelock and down his nose. The warm breath that emitted from her nostrils created a spine-tingling sensation, and as he rubbed his head on her shoulder, the bond between the two would forever transpire.

From this moment on, he grew -- his bones twiced in size underneath his skin and stretched his muscles out, rippling them with an astounding ivory that was toned by pink hues. The brilliance of color that was draped in black would be spoken among those who were awestruck at his grace. When he was weaned, he began training for undersaddle, the equestrian style overcoming his prance. When he was two he started to formate his dressage, when he danced, he danced with purpose, the flying lead change and countless formations of movement overlapped his brain and he was now growing more rhythmic. At three, he started in competitions, beginning a slow but steady climb on his way from bracket to bracket -- taking his opponents one by one with the blissful step he carried.

The astounding fashion of his aerodynamic speed and flexability from training helped him along. It gathered his skills and helped him conquer and master them one by one till he could practically do them in his sleep. Without knowing it he often boasted and tried to impress in the paddocks, and in doing so he would perform perfect movement, humoring those around him. He continues to astonish crowds that happened to watch him. With that, his self-absorbed spirit was clearly showing his king-like demeanor with every horseshoe connected to him that struck the earth.
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Description

so, i decided to start my own barn.
thus, i am on the hunt for horses.
this lovely fella is from 's warmblood auction.

T H R E E
SL Renegade
Breed: Dutch Warmblood
Gender: Stallion
Color: Black Tobiano Splash
Genetics: Ee/aa/nT/nSpl
Personality: A complete casanova, a swooning gentleman that thanklessly crushes his opponents with the swing of his strides. Unforgiving and skittish, the clearer image of a wild tornado -- he expresses his temper and resists the urges of tenderness to those who strike interest. The emperor of ladies, his own highness as he stands over the ashes of his own destructive behavior. The gracefulness of dancer's steps stole every inch of the hurricane's demeanor, it's tranquility and quietness sizzled the details away and confused the reality of his insanity. The splitting image of bipolar behavior, yet, no disease or sickness plagued his appearence nor his mind as he pranced his way to the top of the brackets.
History:
The everlasting story of said stallion didn't include the countless abusive stories that somehow made the crowd stand on it's toes. It was a normal one, one that simmered the hot summer days and filled the winter air with hot evaporation as it left one's lips. The story started on a winter night.

A small farm on the edge of Montana was settling in for the night, heatlamps hung throughout the barn and the only noises were the soft murmured breaths of those whom slept peacefully throughout the night. The stall in the back left corner overflowed with bedding, it's walls lined by hay and insolation. A humming came from the water trough, it's heater buzzing away at the small ice formations that dried and crusted to the rims of the plastic. That evening, in the warm stall that cozied up against the back of the barn, the quiet and the darkness of the night embraced the new life that slowly staggered on four limbs. Renegade's small and shivering body leaned up against his mother's paint-patterned stomach, begging for warmth as he started to suckle at his mother for food. She graced his first minutes of life with a full grooming, her soft tongue rasping gently over his forelock and down his nose. The warm breath that emitted from her nostrils created a spine-tingling sensation, and as he rubbed his head on her shoulder, the bond between the two would forever transpire.

From this moment on, he grew -- his bones twiced in size underneath his skin and stretched his muscles out, rippling them with an astounding ivory that was toned by pink hues. The brilliance of color that was draped in black would be spoken among those who were awestruck at his grace. When he was weaned, he began training for undersaddle, the equestrian style overcoming his prance. When he was two he started to formate his dressage, when he danced, he danced with purpose, the flying lead change and countless formations of movement overlapped his brain and he was now growing more rhythmic. At three, he started in competitions, beginning a slow but steady climb on his way from bracket to bracket -- taking his opponents one by one with the blissful step he carried.

The astounding fashion of his aerodynamic speed and flexability from training helped him along. It gathered his skills and helped him conquer and master them one by one till he could practically do them in his sleep. Without knowing it he often boasted and tried to impress in the paddocks, and in doing so he would perform perfect movement, humoring those around him. He continues to astonish crowds that happened to watch him. With that, his self-absorbed spirit was clearly showing his king-like demeanor with every horseshoe connected to him that struck the earth.
Entries: 1