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Meesh, the evil tempress of pretty ponies, has succeeded in tempting me not once but three times...

Ok so this is for =SunsetRevelation 's latest auction, Hip 2.

1.) I am taking you into the future! So you may find some clues as to what is happening but I've kept them to the bare minimum...and Meesh may be the only person who knows what's happening in the beginning
2.) I like doing snowy backgrounds
3.) Cookies if you work out where his name comes from (I will update with my thinking behind it closer to end of auction...go work those juices)
4.) This kickstarted writing muse so next installment of the season may come this weekend!

The two women sat in the flickering orange light escaping the office hearth’s grill; one was wrapped up in thought, the other in sorrow. Silence stretched between them like a void. Outside the wind howled in a plangent wail. It was dark despite the fact that it was noon. Snowflakes swirled in all directions, barely visible beyond the snow already piled on the windows.
“I’m sor –”
“Don’t,” the scarred woman replied with a ferocity tempered by pain, her eyes focussed on the leather halter resting in her lap.
Sarah shrunk back into her jacket. The Canadian winter was something she was certainly not prepared for and even inside the cold kept its tight grip on her body… She disliked winters in general, growing up in the year-round perfect weather of the east coast of South Africa Sarah still found she hadn’t fully adapted to the winters of the Northern Hemisphere. She enjoyed the first snowfall but coming up to the end of the season she ended up loathing the stuff.
Despite the brief exchanges - of which there had been several much to the same effect as the latest one since she’d arrived - they both knew that what had happened was unforeseeable. There was no reason to suspect anything after the near perfect foaling, especially not close to a month later… Sarah shuddered at the flashes of the cremello filly running up and down the fence line, her shrill call cutting away at her soul, blood staining her cream coat…She’d had so much potential, well she still had it only now none of the staff could even get near her.
“Will you be staying for the auction?” Jeremy came into the office bearing steaming cups of coffee and Roxy followed behind with another.
Sarah had almost forgotten about the auction that was scheduled for that evening between the issues with returning Goldie to the farm and driving almost non-stop since the previous morning. She hadn’t been able to stop. The road rolling on in front of her was soothing, the music blaring and chasing away any threads of thought threatening to wrap themselves around her mind. The brochure lay untouched somewhere in the car. “Um…yeah, sure.”
“Have you seen the horses?” Sarah shook her head at Jeremy between sips of the hot beverage which flooded warmth through her body. “You’ll want to see them beforehand. We have some real lookers out. Finish up then we’ll go.”
“Outside?” Her voice came out squeakier than normal and made Roxy laugh. The happy sound silenced with a glance from her aunt.
“You can have one of my jackets, or well, there are other ways of getting warm,” Jeremy replied with a wink as he got up and motioned towards the door.
Sarah was somewhat taken aback… was he flirting? Surely not, but that glint in his hazel eyes was certainly not something she’d seen since, well, forever ago. She shook her head and with final glance at her motionless friend she got up and followed Jeremy outside (which was certainly not somewhere she really wanted to be).
The wind had died down as suddenly as it had started but snowflakes continued to drift to the ground. Jeremy lead her around the huge barn and towards the paddocks next to it where they’d kept the horses prior to the auction. Sarah counted thirteen of varying ages but her eye was drawn to a dark form dancing across the snow.
“That’s Cygexone,” Jeremy said following her gaze. “Curlin, out of a Guaranteed Gold mare. We have his three-part sister on sale too.”
Sarah watched as the exquisitely marked colt pranced from one end of the paddock to the other, snaking his head to the ground and kicking up his heels every once in a while. His conformation was average she had to admit – his back was a tad long and his quarters sloping a little too steeply, though his cannons were short with the circumference of true hunter– but he had that spark in him that she’d seen in the good ones.

Info as it’d appear if I won:
Name: Cygexone
Barn Name: Star
Breed: Thoroughbred
Age: 2
Gender: Stallion
Colour: Smokey Black Dom White
Markings: NF sock, OF/NH/OH extended stockings, skewed blaze that extended over chin and between the jowls, belly markings
Genotype: Ee aa nCr Ww
Height: 16.1hh
Temperament: Star loves being the centre of attention and exudes all the confidence in the world. He walks like a king and eats like one too – he loves his food. Star is also prone to bouts of what can only be called depression when he is not showered with love. In essence he’s a diva.
Discipline: dirt flat
Ideal Distance: 6-10f
Running Position:
Sire: Curlin–r
Dam: T C F Nightlite-r (Guaranteed Gold)
Owner: Mirkwood Acres
Breeder: Birth of the Sun Stables
Trainer: Bobby Walker
Jockey: Sam Hunter
Race Record: (0) 0-0-0-0
Big race wins:
Earnings:

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Description
Meesh, the evil tempress of pretty ponies, has succeeded in tempting me not once but three times...

Ok so this is for =SunsetRevelation 's latest auction, Hip 2.

1.) I am taking you into the future! So you may find some clues as to what is happening but I've kept them to the bare minimum...and Meesh may be the only person who knows what's happening in the beginning
2.) I like doing snowy backgrounds
3.) Cookies if you work out where his name comes from (I will update with my thinking behind it closer to end of auction...go work those juices)
4.) This kickstarted writing muse so next installment of the season may come this weekend!

The two women sat in the flickering orange light escaping the office hearth’s grill; one was wrapped up in thought, the other in sorrow. Silence stretched between them like a void. Outside the wind howled in a plangent wail. It was dark despite the fact that it was noon. Snowflakes swirled in all directions, barely visible beyond the snow already piled on the windows.
“I’m sor –”
“Don’t,” the scarred woman replied with a ferocity tempered by pain, her eyes focussed on the leather halter resting in her lap.
Sarah shrunk back into her jacket. The Canadian winter was something she was certainly not prepared for and even inside the cold kept its tight grip on her body… She disliked winters in general, growing up in the year-round perfect weather of the east coast of South Africa Sarah still found she hadn’t fully adapted to the winters of the Northern Hemisphere. She enjoyed the first snowfall but coming up to the end of the season she ended up loathing the stuff.
Despite the brief exchanges - of which there had been several much to the same effect as the latest one since she’d arrived - they both knew that what had happened was unforeseeable. There was no reason to suspect anything after the near perfect foaling, especially not close to a month later… Sarah shuddered at the flashes of the cremello filly running up and down the fence line, her shrill call cutting away at her soul, blood staining her cream coat…She’d had so much potential, well she still had it only now none of the staff could even get near her.
“Will you be staying for the auction?” Jeremy came into the office bearing steaming cups of coffee and Roxy followed behind with another.
Sarah had almost forgotten about the auction that was scheduled for that evening between the issues with returning Goldie to the farm and driving almost non-stop since the previous morning. She hadn’t been able to stop. The road rolling on in front of her was soothing, the music blaring and chasing away any threads of thought threatening to wrap themselves around her mind. The brochure lay untouched somewhere in the car. “Um…yeah, sure.”
“Have you seen the horses?” Sarah shook her head at Jeremy between sips of the hot beverage which flooded warmth through her body. “You’ll want to see them beforehand. We have some real lookers out. Finish up then we’ll go.”
“Outside?” Her voice came out squeakier than normal and made Roxy laugh. The happy sound silenced with a glance from her aunt.
“You can have one of my jackets, or well, there are other ways of getting warm,” Jeremy replied with a wink as he got up and motioned towards the door.
Sarah was somewhat taken aback… was he flirting? Surely not, but that glint in his hazel eyes was certainly not something she’d seen since, well, forever ago. She shook her head and with final glance at her motionless friend she got up and followed Jeremy outside (which was certainly not somewhere she really wanted to be).
The wind had died down as suddenly as it had started but snowflakes continued to drift to the ground. Jeremy lead her around the huge barn and towards the paddocks next to it where they’d kept the horses prior to the auction. Sarah counted thirteen of varying ages but her eye was drawn to a dark form dancing across the snow.
“That’s Cygexone,” Jeremy said following her gaze. “Curlin, out of a Guaranteed Gold mare. We have his three-part sister on sale too.”
Sarah watched as the exquisitely marked colt pranced from one end of the paddock to the other, snaking his head to the ground and kicking up his heels every once in a while. His conformation was average she had to admit – his back was a tad long and his quarters sloping a little too steeply, though his cannons were short with the circumference of true hunter– but he had that spark in him that she’d seen in the good ones.

Info as it’d appear if I won:
Name: Cygexone
Barn Name: Star
Breed: Thoroughbred
Age: 2
Gender: Stallion
Colour: Smokey Black Dom White
Markings: NF sock, OF/NH/OH extended stockings, skewed blaze that extended over chin and between the jowls, belly markings
Genotype: Ee aa nCr Ww
Height: 16.1hh
Temperament: Star loves being the centre of attention and exudes all the confidence in the world. He walks like a king and eats like one too – he loves his food. Star is also prone to bouts of what can only be called depression when he is not showered with love. In essence he’s a diva.
Discipline: dirt flat
Ideal Distance: 6-10f
Running Position:
Sire: Curlin–r
Dam: T C F Nightlite-r (Guaranteed Gold)
Owner: Mirkwood Acres
Breeder: Birth of the Sun Stables
Trainer: Bobby Walker
Jockey: Sam Hunter
Race Record: (0) 0-0-0-0
Big race wins:
Earnings:

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