by SpartanAmethyst » Sat Oct 19, 2019 7:52 am
Username;; SpartanAmethyst
Show Name: ARR Giddeon
Barn Name: Grump, Grumpy, or Grandpa
Height: 16 hh
Halter: Artist's Choice
Discipline: Lawn Ornament (Retired)
Story: Pinching the bridge of his nose, Castiel heaved a sigh of disdain. "Amethyst, we do not need to take on another "yard decoration"; we need horses that can work and compete. I know we have a rescue, but we're getting to the point where there are more rescues than competition horses!"
Rolling her eyes, Amethyst absentmindedly pet the gray stallion's neck, carefully watching him in her peripheral vision. "Cas, you're so dramatic! You forget that some of those rescue horses /are/ competition horses, or are being retrained as them. This poor gentleman is in no shape to be retrained in any kind of competition. Niabi has already done an inspection, and she's currently testing for Bone Fragility Syndrome. She saw something in one of his xrays that worried her, and I've gone ahead and taken him off of any kind of riding, pulling, or carrying. /Especially/ if it is BFS," she said. "He is a bit on the aggressive side, though, but I think once he's neutered and socialized, if nothing else we can always use him as a travel companion for one of our other horses. And if the retraining goes well, and he becomes behaviorally sound then we could always see if he'd make a good non-riding therapy horse."
Groaning, Castiel knew his wife had him sold; no matter what he would say, she'd already thought of a logical reason to keep him. He couldn't win, he realized, and gave a soft chuckle. "Alright, fine," Castiel rolled his eyes, but couldn't stop the smile that spread across his lips. "Welcome to the family...?"
"Giddeon, but I'm calling him Grandpa," she said, grinning.
"Giddeon, I like that. Welcome to the family, Giddeon," Cas said, reaching out to pet the grey stallion's face. Before Amethyst could tell him to stop, the old stallion reared his head back, then tried to come back and bite the werewolf's hand. Luckily, Cas' reactions were much faster than that of a normal human. He cursed and took a step back, glaring daggers at the horse then turning to Amethyst expectantly.
"I told you he was aggressive?" She said sheepishly, and Castiel sighed again.
"Alright, tell me more about this beast while they're setting up his stall."
"Well, we were heading back from Pompeii's passport update when we passed this huge open field with his lone little white dot standing out by the far fence. The only shelter was dilapidated and falling apart, the water trough near to the highway was full of algae and sludge, and I saw no other food or signs of care anywhere else in that field. Admittedly I let my emotions get the better of me, and we took a detour to visit the property; the house was completely abandoned and in even worse shape than the stable. On the pasture gate there was a crude, faded sign that said "free to good home", and there was a two faded buckets with water and fresh food," she said, taking a moment to scratch behind Giddeon's ear, then immediately reward him with a treat. "We met the neighbor while Niabi and I were talking about getting him, and she told us that the elderly neighbor had passed away years ago, and up until only about eight months ago her daughter and granddaughter had been living in the house. They left in the middle of the night one evening, left her a note asking her to care for the horse until he died, and disappeared."
"So the neighbor had been caring for him that entire time?"
"Exactly. But being elderly herself, she could only do so much. Mainly just feeding and watering; she said that they barely even socialized the horse. They would advertise him as a stud with all of these fake ribbons and awards, and then just let the mares out into the pasture with him for covering. He knows what a halter is, but has no ground manners, lead manners... Hell Cas, he didn't even know what a brush was! He almost bit me on that one," Amethyst sighed. "I'm just now able to pet his neck like this, so it's going to be a long, slow process, but I think he'll get along just fine. He's already taken a liking to the herd. Funnily enough, he's seemed to befriended Coyote, of all the horses!" They both laughed at that.
"Well, alright, I trust you. Whatever I can do to help, just let me know," he smiled softly, stepping forward to plant a kiss on her forehead, before returning back to the new Nordanner he'd been lunging and working with. Amethyst smiled broadly, knowing that she was always able to convince him to save another life. Gently leading him forward, she walked the old stallion to his new stall, ready to groom and bed him down for the evening, worriedly watching his awkward gait. She just prayed fervently it wasn't BFS as she ran the brush along his beautiful white coat, but when Niabi's face appeared in his stall door, her expression told Amethyst everything she needed to know.
* Fun Fact: His "show name" Giddeon was actually the name of a horse in the since-disbanded mounted police force in my city. While the real Giddeon was a fleabitten grey and a TB/Walker cross, they both look extremely similar. The real Giddeon was also older (though was only about 12), had a very bad temper, and did not like people petting his face. I... may or may not have been bitten once or twice!
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SpartanAmethyst on Fri Oct 25, 2019 2:09 am, edited 1 time in total.
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