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Description

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ID#: 026
Owner: n/a
Gender: mare
Breed: Appaloosa X Paint X Thoroughbred
Height (current): 15 hh
Height (as adult): 15.2hh
Age: 3
Color: Black Leopard Tobiano
Temperament/Personality: She's pigheaded and stubborn wants to do what she wants to do. Not vicious or mean, but slightly flighty. She's #025's lead mare and as such the two are inseparable. Also she's in foal and is due in less than a week, to #025. She's very fast, possibly a racing or cutting prospect.
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Flight knew very little about where he was headed. He had been working at Rose Thorn Stables for a little over a year now- at first it had been part time, cleaning the stables and tack as well as grooming the horses in exchange for lessons. Since he graduated he had become a nearly permanent figure there to the point where he was offered a full time job and a room at the stable house, something that he eagerly accepted. He'd been working himself into the life of RT. There were some staff members he got along with better than others, and even that sometimes depended on the mood the person in question was in. Of everyone, it was Mikael Ellstrom who had become his closest friend, and that was who he was currently with. He'd asked Flight if he had wanted to tag along to bring the new horse home, and Flight had agreed then and there without any extra details. He was definitely wondering what was going on when Mikael announced that they were nearly there and he caught sight of all the trucks and horse trailers parked. That was when he started asking the questions.

The answers were mind-blowing. He couldn't believe it. He was in charge of choosing the horse that would hopefully be brought back to his new home, and not just any horse, but an untouched mustang. And that mustang would be his to train and prepare for stable life. That part was equally astonishingly awesome and frightening. He would of course have help, but it would be his project. His horse.

When it came time for him to place his claim on a horse, Flight was a bundle of nerves, so much so that even the ever-zen Mikael was put on edge and fidgeting. There were several horses in the beginning that he wanted but wasn't quick enough making up his mind and was unable to claim. As the most recent group was being led out of the area to bring in the next group he had a sick feeling growing in his stomach. He was starting to wonder if he would actually be able to claim a horse or if he would get stuck with the last unwanted mustang. He watched another round go by and the feeling only grew. Mikael put a hand on Flight's shoulder, knowing how it felt to see a horse and miss your chance.

Then came in the next group, which included several pintos, and the light returned to Flight's eyes as he looked at them. The strawberry roan stallion was first to grab his attention, but then he saw the black spotted mare behind him. "She looks like she's about to explode," Flight whispered as he caught sight of her stomach. He was conflicted for a second, but something about the mare caught and helot his attention. It was obvious she was bound to be a handful- a lead mare and about to foal- and not the best choice for a beginner. Mikael didn't seem bothered, though, more like he had been expecting something like that to happen, and didn't bother wasting his breath warning Flight what difficulties lied ahead.

After the horses had all been claimed, the two men went to the pasture where the mustangs were waiting before they were loaded into the trailers and taken to their respective ranches to get trained. Flight eagerly looked around all the other horses and people to find his mare. He found her by her stallion again, watching anyone who got to close with wary, untrusting eyes, an expression that was mirrored by the stallion. That's when it really hit Flight what kind of a challenge he had gotten himself into and his excitement was waning. How was he supposed to close to her, much less load her into the trailer?

"Can I touch her? How?" he quietly asked Mikael.
"All you can do right now is try. She might be in a good mood. Just walk up to her slowly, talk softly, and try your hardest not to look big and scary. Don't approach her straight on or look her in the eye. If she backs off, just step back and you can try again later."

Flight took a deep breath and did his best to follow all of that advice, but he had hardly taken a step before the mare bolted, faster than he would have thought possible for being so pregnant.

Description

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ID#: 026
Owner: n/a
Gender: mare
Breed: Appaloosa X Paint X Thoroughbred
Height (current): 15 hh
Height (as adult): 15.2hh
Age: 3
Color: Black Leopard Tobiano
Temperament/Personality: She's pigheaded and stubborn wants to do what she wants to do. Not vicious or mean, but slightly flighty. She's #025's lead mare and as such the two are inseparable. Also she's in foal and is due in less than a week, to #025. She's very fast, possibly a racing or cutting prospect.
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Flight knew very little about where he was headed. He had been working at Rose Thorn Stables for a little over a year now- at first it had been part time, cleaning the stables and tack as well as grooming the horses in exchange for lessons. Since he graduated he had become a nearly permanent figure there to the point where he was offered a full time job and a room at the stable house, something that he eagerly accepted. He'd been working himself into the life of RT. There were some staff members he got along with better than others, and even that sometimes depended on the mood the person in question was in. Of everyone, it was Mikael Ellstrom who had become his closest friend, and that was who he was currently with. He'd asked Flight if he had wanted to tag along to bring the new horse home, and Flight had agreed then and there without any extra details. He was definitely wondering what was going on when Mikael announced that they were nearly there and he caught sight of all the trucks and horse trailers parked. That was when he started asking the questions.

The answers were mind-blowing. He couldn't believe it. He was in charge of choosing the horse that would hopefully be brought back to his new home, and not just any horse, but an untouched mustang. And that mustang would be his to train and prepare for stable life. That part was equally astonishingly awesome and frightening. He would of course have help, but it would be his project. His horse.

When it came time for him to place his claim on a horse, Flight was a bundle of nerves, so much so that even the ever-zen Mikael was put on edge and fidgeting. There were several horses in the beginning that he wanted but wasn't quick enough making up his mind and was unable to claim. As the most recent group was being led out of the area to bring in the next group he had a sick feeling growing in his stomach. He was starting to wonder if he would actually be able to claim a horse or if he would get stuck with the last unwanted mustang. He watched another round go by and the feeling only grew. Mikael put a hand on Flight's shoulder, knowing how it felt to see a horse and miss your chance.

Then came in the next group, which included several pintos, and the light returned to Flight's eyes as he looked at them. The strawberry roan stallion was first to grab his attention, but then he saw the black spotted mare behind him. "She looks like she's about to explode," Flight whispered as he caught sight of her stomach. He was conflicted for a second, but something about the mare caught and helot his attention. It was obvious she was bound to be a handful- a lead mare and about to foal- and not the best choice for a beginner. Mikael didn't seem bothered, though, more like he had been expecting something like that to happen, and didn't bother wasting his breath warning Flight what difficulties lied ahead.

After the horses had all been claimed, the two men went to the pasture where the mustangs were waiting before they were loaded into the trailers and taken to their respective ranches to get trained. Flight eagerly looked around all the other horses and people to find his mare. He found her by her stallion again, watching anyone who got to close with wary, untrusting eyes, an expression that was mirrored by the stallion. That's when it really hit Flight what kind of a challenge he had gotten himself into and his excitement was waning. How was he supposed to close to her, much less load her into the trailer?

"Can I touch her? How?" he quietly asked Mikael.
"All you can do right now is try. She might be in a good mood. Just walk up to her slowly, talk softly, and try your hardest not to look big and scary. Don't approach her straight on or look her in the eye. If she backs off, just step back and you can try again later."

Flight took a deep breath and did his best to follow all of that advice, but he had hardly taken a step before the mare bolted, faster than he would have thought possible for being so pregnant.