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Post by Maxine Porter on Dec 7, 2008 20:29:26 GMT -5
Stable Number: 10
Name: Rosco
Birth Date:September 14, 1999
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Brown
Mane & Tail: Black
Coat: Brown
Breed: Azteca
Height: 15h
Breaking Difficulty: Moderate
Trainer Necessity:
- Patience when trying to learn something
- Determination
- Stubborness
- A love for music
Personality:
- Stubborn
- Sarcastic
- Tempermental
- Hard working
- Protective
History:
- Grew up at a breeding house
- Was sold to a farm worker when very young
- Was donated only 6 months later to Catalpa
- Has never even tried to choose a rider since coming
- Has never reproduced
- Has grown a love for music through listening to the students who have walked through the stables.
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Post by Rachel Corrigan on Dec 13, 2008 8:29:46 GMT -5
It was my very first week at Catalpa Riding Academy and after I managed to settle into my dorm room, I decided to take a walk through the stables where I would have to visit anyways to find out which horse will be my partner.
The path from the dormitories to the Whisper stables wasn't very long so I didn't get much time to prepare myself for what might happen. The giant stable doors looked as if they could hold the secret to centuries of searching. With the dim moonlight creating a soft glow on the design, I quickly saw the sign that I had arrived.
When I was at the farm at home, everytime someone walked remotely close to the stables, they could hear the whinnies and cries from the occupants. But here, everything was quiet except for my clumsy stride and heavy breathing.
I reached out one small, pale hand to the door grip and pulled expecting a creak or something. "Well at least the door hinges are nicely greased." The idea from my past flooded through my mouth before I could stop it.
Out of nowhere, every being in the stalls seemed alert and ready for action. My nerves bounced around the inside of my body as I walked along the path, looking at every gorgeous horse while I passed. There seemed to be feelings against my mind, as if something was trying to get in and not succeeding.
Finally, towards the end of the stable, I was ready to turn around when a voice caught my attention. "If you're gonna brush me, dont forget my mane. It's been knotting something awful lately and I can't stand it."
[/i] I jumped at the sound. I had heard when I got here that the horses really pick the riders and they speak to them but I thought that it was just a story or something. "Who's there? Who said that?" I was in complete panic, thinking that someone was playing a trick on me since I was so new and everything. The voice had been very deep and very masculine. It was like molasses, drawling out the words. It kind of reminded me of the voices I had heard back home, so thick. "If you're wondering, I'm the big horse right beside you. Don't jump! Jeez, of all the people I had to get stuck with, I get the scaredy cat. Now, if you turn slowly to your right, and look real hard, I'll be right in front of you."[/i] I didn't know what was possessing me to act, but I did what the voice said. Turning, I did see the horse in the darkness. His glowing eyes peered into me as if it was looking at my soul. "You...but...what...um...well...why...how...may..." I just couldn't form a real sentence. There was something in my brain that was simply not comprehending this phenomenon and I didn't know if I was going crazy or what, but I could have sworn that the horse was smirking at me! "I get to name you right?" HEY! I formed a sentence smart one!"Yea blondie, you can name me. You don't have a dog do you? I'm allergic."[/i] I must have given him an increduloud look because all he did was nod at me. "Um no. I have a black Burmese cat. Hmm...I'll name you Rosco. Is that okay with you?" I don't why I was, but I was scared of this horse. But not for his size, for the fact that he could speak in my head! "Rosco? Yea I can live with that, and I like cats. They're fun."[/i] Once we began to even out in emotions, our lives together began. [/blockquote] |
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