Knight [P.O. Ty Standford]

[Maxine Porter]

Stable Number: 16

Name: Knight
Birth Date: November14, 2000
Gender: Male

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Eye Color: Black
Mane & Tail: Brown and White
Coat: White, brown spotted
Breed: American Paint Horse
Height: 15.1h

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Breaking Difficulty: Hard
Trainer Necessity:

• The ability to understand his inner and outer core.
  
  
• Determination-the ability to not quit no matter the cause of your frustrations.
  
  
• Determination-the ability to not quit no matter the cause of your frustrations.
  
  
• Love for the unknowing adventures that lay ahead.
  

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Personality:

• Timid
  
  
• Reluctant
  
  
• Stubborn
  
  
• Dedicated Worker
  
  
• Has the ability to be lazy
  

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History:

Knight was born in on a PMU farm in Quebec, Canada. His mother was a breeding stock grade American Paint and so was his sire but with no special blood lines that would appeal to anyone. Knight grew up like any typical foal would, accept for the neglect that he received as far as training went. As soon as he could be weaned away from his mother he was shipped into a pen on the farm. Although he was weaned away from his mother far too early which resulted in a serious amount of weight loss. He was placed in grass field with hundreds of other colts and fillies which where also weaned away too early. The herd was week and un kept, the herd was often said to be wild, or at least have the appearance of being wild. Finally that day came though, and half the herd was taken away, including Knight. He was about seven months old when this happened. The rough nature of the people terrified most of the young foals, which made round up day go on forever. Most were severely beaten before the journey, some even took on injuries. Knight never cared for human compassion from day on.

The truck and trailer creaked its way over the border into the United States of America. From there Knight’s life went to a auction in Maine. The foals where then finally unloaded into small holding pens and thrown some hay to keep them occupied. Time went buy and hundreds of passing eyes looked in on the foals, each one sent shivers into Knight’s deep optics. The auction soon started and one by one the foals and other horses at the auctions where being sold off. Knight was also sold to a woman by the name of Andrea Devail.

Andrea took Knight home that day, she placed him in a stall upon arrival and made sure that he was fed before departing to her house. The next day she set to work halter braking and teaching him how to lead. Knight was never very trusting of her but he tried as much as he felt he could. Knight finally was leading like a pro when he was a year old. Andrea kept working with him but she was never soft handed and never praised him for a good job. When Knight was two he was being saddle broken. However nobody got to ride him till he reached the age of 5 due to the hardships that came with being saddle broken. After that Knight was given to the school as a project horse for some kid that could hopefully understand him.

[Ty Standford]

Moonlight

It was is my second day being in this new school, so far I’m loving every minute of life at Catalpa Riding Academy. Catalpa is such a different change of pace compared to the other schools I’ve gone to visit, in my search for the perfect school. The best part is I won’t even have to think about college because I can just stay here. That is of course if things keep going the way they are going. I flopped myself down on my dorm bed and stared blankly at the ceiling for a long while, not knowing what to with myself. I haven’t made any friends yet so that rules out socializing, maybe I should go down to the stable and see all the horses. Who knows maybe I will even find my life long companion today.

With this cheerful thought I bounded to my feet in a cloud of peppy energy and happiness, I didn’t think I would be able to paint a bigger smile upon my face. I grabbed my coat and slung it over my arm as I skipped my way out the door, down the hall way and out into the frigid air.

The walk to Whispering Stables was not long but the path and the scenery where breath taken, the ice seemed to just linger on the branches like crystals. The excitement never left me as I reached the door to the stables and opened the door with out even a complaint coming from hinges. I slipped my way inside to look upon rows of stalls, with horses just waiting for a partner. My face grew over whelmed as I stared into each stall waiting to come across my perfect match. I hoped that my horse might pick me just so that I wouldn’t have to make up my own mind. I was never good at choosing.

I started to walk my way down the first aisle, I could feel myself drawn into the eyes of every horse I saw but none of them spoke to me like every one claims. I finally stopped to look in on a Palomino mare. She slung her head over the door and I petted and talked to her. Hey pretty girl. What’s your name? No response. I was disappointed but then I heard a muffled mutter. Another helpless human, great. I looked around a little started by the sudden voice coming from, my own thoughts. I didn’t understand, till I heard another muffled complaint. Must have another dumb name to like Jackie or Martha, sure looks like a Martha.

Excuse me. I said almost positive I was alone and that the person talking was not myself. I walked away from the Palomino’s stall to the middle of the barns walk way. Who ever you are, your very rude. I said with less happiness and more bitter feeling for the voice. Good job toots you understand life. I heard the same muffled voice again. I started to follow it looking curiously around in the stalls. I finally gave up for the voice had stopped speaking to me. Who are you? I asked unsure that the mystery voice was still listening to me. If you must know I’m that bay and white gelding to your right. Now that he know who I’m, leave.

I looked to the stall to the right and sure enough there in the back of the stall stood a dark shadowed figure. This horse was not too tall or too short for that matter. Although he wasn’t beautiful either, scraggly, maybe. This didn’t mean that he couldn’t be beautiful with the proper grooming and maybe a diet and exercise. I waited for him to look at me or at least introduce himself but he didn’t. He just stood there in the back of the stall with a blank expression pasted on his face. I then turned to walk away to head down a different aisle in the barn. When do you plan on leaving, toots? It’s almost dinner time you know. I looked back over my shoulder and stared into the dark stall questioningly.

What’s your problem? I said not moving from my spot. This horse was certainly different his words where harsh, but pain was hidden behind these cruel words. It was almost like he wanted a companion to depend on but didn’t know how to get one. No problem, accept the physical notion of being hungry. I shook my head and then dug into the pockets of my jacket to pull out a apple that I’d shoved in there sometime at the beginning of that day. I walked back to the stall. Here, you can have my lunch. I said and held it out in offering for him. He never moved though. He didn’t even speak after that. I decided to leave it on top of the door for him. My name is Ty by the way. I said with a small smile trying to soften him up a bit.

No name. He told me and then moved out of the shadows so that his face was in the light. His eyes where dark, but held a soft essence of pain or loss. He didn’t come to the door but I could see him watching the apple and my face debating whether to come claim my peace offering. He decided to go for it. I watched his bodice swag its way over and his lips curl around the apple before he took a chunk out of it. The remaining apple fell towards me and I caught it, quite surprising considering I’m clumsy. Just not the coordinated type at all, this horse will figure that out if he ever chooses me. He was starting grow on me.

I held the apple in my hand out to him. He looked unsure as usually but stepped closer and took another bite, one of his lips tickled my hand and I giggled. He finished his apple then and I was half inspecting him to go back to his corner but he didn’t. I have this awful itch around my ear, do you think you could scratch it for me? His words bounced off the walls of my skull, I couldn’t believe he was coming around so fast. Amazing what a little food can do. I thought as I placed my hand on the side of his head wear his ear connected. I scratched and kneaded it gently but enough so his lip started to twitch. I laughed and then looked him in the eye again, he was starting to love every minute of being pampered, I just knew it. Would you like to be my horse? I asked then hoping that he may accept my offer.

He didn’t answer me for a long while but he did bob his head so I assumed that meant Sure, just keep scratching. I smiled and then started to think of a name. Barley, Bailey, Cavalier, Abracadabra…….none of these names seem to fit him. I thought still having trouble coming up with a name. I’ve always liked the name Knight. his voice muffled off. Very well, Knight. I said and then began to scratch his forehead taking in every moment that I could with my new companion, here at Catalpa.