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Well i thought it was about time i posted his official reference and introduced you lot to Incy!

Granted i planned on including his owner in the image but she would NOT cooperate with me so she got cut out and here's a story instead

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The stallion stood in the paddock, ears flat and tail swatting imaginary flies with deadly precision as he worked out his irritation. He had stood there for a day, not moving and staring angrily at the stables on the hill. He had been delivered a week ago, shipped from his previous home and after quarantine was assured he had been moved to this place where he awaited his new owner to arrive. She was late.

The staff who had accompanied him and now cared for him had learned fast to avoid him and his temper. He had charged the fences around the paddock for the first few days, testing their strength and seeming to think better of jumping the 7 foot height. The staff had not tried to catch nor halter him since he had been released and his food and water was delivered over the fence or with a great amount of help.

The Stables trainer had managed to climb in the paddock with him, but the best even that seasoned veteran had managed was a wary and angry Stallion tearing up the turf in a 10m circle around him. He had been trained and could be ridden, or so the people who handed him and his papers off had said. No one was yet sure as to how that had been possible. Many speculated that he had been mistreated and had tried to spend the time to gentle him and acclimatise him to their presence, positive rewards for coming close. All that had got them was bites and nightmares of the 17 hand high beast thundering towards them.

The head trainer had read his entire file and spent the time near him watching the stallion, No signs of abuse, scars or even mental twitches with anything he had come in contact with so far. No by the end of the week he had just decided that the stallion just disliked everyone around him. Mares had held great interest for the first few days but as his irritation grew at his confined existence his movement grew less. That itself was a concern for the staff. Aggressive energy and charges they could counter. The Ice cold stallion stared at them, ears pinned and tail swishing like mad, as his soulless ice eyes displayed an alarming level of intelligence.

It was with great relief that the woman arrived and their caretaking began.

She was tiny. Her slight build wrapped in Leather and Denim, although all in a uniform black. Her short hair had been slicked back forming a dark helmet and her dark eyes surveyed the establishment. Her mouth twitched, the corners dragging ever so slightly down the only change in expression they saw from her.

After she had disappeared into the office with the manager the trainer was asked to escort her to her horse. A long and awkward one sided conversation then occurred while he tried to warn her about the stallions temper and quirks, in the end falling silent as she caught sight of the horse and strode ahead.

Stalking over she unlatched and manhandled the gate slipping inside and attracting the undivided attention from the beast within. She strode over, seemingly perfectly confident. Unable to stop himself the man called out. It triggered the stallion, with surprising speed and agility the stallion rocketed forward, ears pinned and eyes flashing, thundering towards the woman the man could only watch in horror as she slowed down. The space was rapidly closing between them and yet she had still made no move to avoid him.

At the last possible second she stepped aside, moving towards his flank as he skidded past and with a yell chased the startled stallion 10 m where he stood for about a moment before beginning another charge.

What followed was one of the longest and strangest dances, a battle of will and determination that seemed to go forever. By the end the stallion was soaked in sweat, flanks heaving and ears still firmly pinned, but the tail had stopped swishing. His eyes darted and his head lowered as he stood there thinking. The woman was in not much better condition. Her hair had messed, sticking up in bunches and her dark skin was flushed, her breathing ragged and her knees almost trembling even from a distance.
One step, a half-hearted step in his direction caused the stallion to twitch. His hide jumping and head jerking away but his feet remained planted. She straightened and began to trudge back to the gate.

A grunt and some heavy thuds and with a sigh she turned only to come face to face with the stallion. A snap of teeth and a squeal where all that could be heard, and then the stallion stood there eyes wide and nose thrown in the air. He had tried one last bite, only to have a smart bop on the nose making him fall short and shocking the last rebellion from him. The woman then offered her hand, palm up and waited.

Heaving nostrils and rolling eyes as the stallion thought before at last he lowered his head and briefly touched the hand before lifting his head and continuing to stare at the woman. With a small smile, the first he had seen her with she turned and walked to the gate, the stallion following stopping when she stepped through. The space waited for him, she made no attempt to halter him or even touch him. The man was suddenly grateful for the fences stopping loose horses from attaining freedom and remained motionless next to the fence.

After a minute the bay took a step, and then another , finally reaching the woman then following her as she turned and walked him into the barn.

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Yep. Thats Incy.... I like him far too much. Prepare to see more of him as i get him trained up and ready to enter som competitions!!! 8D

Horse ID #451
Horse name: KhC Incitatus 451
Barn Name: Incy, Ink, That bastard, Hell no
Breed: Pure Nordanner
Registered:
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5 years
Height: 17.3HH
Color: Seal Bay Splash
Genotype: Ee Aa SplN
Temperament: Incy is a bugger to work with. Stubborn, cranky, moody, mean. He nips, kicks, bucks, flips, shies, charges and anything else he can get away with. He is a one person horse and no one else can get him to do anything he doesn't want to do. However for his one rider he is the most brave, willing and courageous steed they could wish for. He would do anything to keep them from harm, and is capable of great loyalty and intelligence. All this however is done with pinned ears and swishing tail.
Discipline(s): AIMED FOR -- Dressage, Haute Ecole, Hunting, Little jumping, Tricks, Training, Exhibitions.
Training: Basic training given, can be ridden
Tack: Daily + Dragon hunter full gear

Born with stats:
Conformation: 10
Strength: 10
Gaits: 10
Courage: 10
Intelligence: 10
Stamina: 10
Speed: 10
Agility: 10
Balance: 10

Description
NEW OWNER!!! CHECK IT OUT! <<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<

----------------------------------------

Well i thought it was about time i posted his official reference and introduced you lot to Incy!

Granted i planned on including his owner in the image but she would NOT cooperate with me so she got cut out and here's a story instead

-----------------------------------------

The stallion stood in the paddock, ears flat and tail swatting imaginary flies with deadly precision as he worked out his irritation. He had stood there for a day, not moving and staring angrily at the stables on the hill. He had been delivered a week ago, shipped from his previous home and after quarantine was assured he had been moved to this place where he awaited his new owner to arrive. She was late.

The staff who had accompanied him and now cared for him had learned fast to avoid him and his temper. He had charged the fences around the paddock for the first few days, testing their strength and seeming to think better of jumping the 7 foot height. The staff had not tried to catch nor halter him since he had been released and his food and water was delivered over the fence or with a great amount of help.

The Stables trainer had managed to climb in the paddock with him, but the best even that seasoned veteran had managed was a wary and angry Stallion tearing up the turf in a 10m circle around him. He had been trained and could be ridden, or so the people who handed him and his papers off had said. No one was yet sure as to how that had been possible. Many speculated that he had been mistreated and had tried to spend the time to gentle him and acclimatise him to their presence, positive rewards for coming close. All that had got them was bites and nightmares of the 17 hand high beast thundering towards them.

The head trainer had read his entire file and spent the time near him watching the stallion, No signs of abuse, scars or even mental twitches with anything he had come in contact with so far. No by the end of the week he had just decided that the stallion just disliked everyone around him. Mares had held great interest for the first few days but as his irritation grew at his confined existence his movement grew less. That itself was a concern for the staff. Aggressive energy and charges they could counter. The Ice cold stallion stared at them, ears pinned and tail swishing like mad, as his soulless ice eyes displayed an alarming level of intelligence.

It was with great relief that the woman arrived and their caretaking began.

She was tiny. Her slight build wrapped in Leather and Denim, although all in a uniform black. Her short hair had been slicked back forming a dark helmet and her dark eyes surveyed the establishment. Her mouth twitched, the corners dragging ever so slightly down the only change in expression they saw from her.

After she had disappeared into the office with the manager the trainer was asked to escort her to her horse. A long and awkward one sided conversation then occurred while he tried to warn her about the stallions temper and quirks, in the end falling silent as she caught sight of the horse and strode ahead.

Stalking over she unlatched and manhandled the gate slipping inside and attracting the undivided attention from the beast within. She strode over, seemingly perfectly confident. Unable to stop himself the man called out. It triggered the stallion, with surprising speed and agility the stallion rocketed forward, ears pinned and eyes flashing, thundering towards the woman the man could only watch in horror as she slowed down. The space was rapidly closing between them and yet she had still made no move to avoid him.

At the last possible second she stepped aside, moving towards his flank as he skidded past and with a yell chased the startled stallion 10 m where he stood for about a moment before beginning another charge.

What followed was one of the longest and strangest dances, a battle of will and determination that seemed to go forever. By the end the stallion was soaked in sweat, flanks heaving and ears still firmly pinned, but the tail had stopped swishing. His eyes darted and his head lowered as he stood there thinking. The woman was in not much better condition. Her hair had messed, sticking up in bunches and her dark skin was flushed, her breathing ragged and her knees almost trembling even from a distance.
One step, a half-hearted step in his direction caused the stallion to twitch. His hide jumping and head jerking away but his feet remained planted. She straightened and began to trudge back to the gate.

A grunt and some heavy thuds and with a sigh she turned only to come face to face with the stallion. A snap of teeth and a squeal where all that could be heard, and then the stallion stood there eyes wide and nose thrown in the air. He had tried one last bite, only to have a smart bop on the nose making him fall short and shocking the last rebellion from him. The woman then offered her hand, palm up and waited.

Heaving nostrils and rolling eyes as the stallion thought before at last he lowered his head and briefly touched the hand before lifting his head and continuing to stare at the woman. With a small smile, the first he had seen her with she turned and walked to the gate, the stallion following stopping when she stepped through. The space waited for him, she made no attempt to halter him or even touch him. The man was suddenly grateful for the fences stopping loose horses from attaining freedom and remained motionless next to the fence.

After a minute the bay took a step, and then another , finally reaching the woman then following her as she turned and walked him into the barn.

-----------------------------------------

Yep. Thats Incy.... I like him far too much. Prepare to see more of him as i get him trained up and ready to enter som competitions!!! 8D

Horse ID #451
Horse name: KhC Incitatus 451
Barn Name: Incy, Ink, That bastard, Hell no
Breed: Pure Nordanner
Registered:
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5 years
Height: 17.3HH
Color: Seal Bay Splash
Genotype: Ee Aa SplN
Temperament: Incy is a bugger to work with. Stubborn, cranky, moody, mean. He nips, kicks, bucks, flips, shies, charges and anything else he can get away with. He is a one person horse and no one else can get him to do anything he doesn't want to do. However for his one rider he is the most brave, willing and courageous steed they could wish for. He would do anything to keep them from harm, and is capable of great loyalty and intelligence. All this however is done with pinned ears and swishing tail.
Discipline(s): AIMED FOR -- Dressage, Haute Ecole, Hunting, Little jumping, Tricks, Training, Exhibitions.
Training: Basic training given, can be ridden
Tack: Daily + Dragon hunter full gear

Born with stats:
Conformation: 10
Strength: 10
Gaits: 10
Courage: 10
Intelligence: 10
Stamina: 10
Speed: 10
Agility: 10
Balance: 10