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Cherry Bay Pintaloosa (Sabino + Snowflake Appaloosa) || Four Years Old || Anglo Arabian Trakehner X Azteca Criollo

Ee/AA/SbSb/LpLp| Will Always Pass SbSb(Sbsb,nSb) and LP(Lplp, nLp) All foals will carry at least Aa

Sire - ee/aa/SbSb Red (Chestnut/Sorrel) Sabino | Anglo Arabian x Trakehner

Dam - Ee/AA/LpLp Bay Appaloosa | Azteca x Criollo

Definitely a hardy boy! Will probably be used for endurance trials, maybe racing if he does well on the track <3

*Credit to lines go to EmberWolf
*Credit to colouring and design go to Vivalandar

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Hunter approached the young stallion while calling him with a sharp clicking noise, watching as he playfully reared and cantered over. He was full of energy today as he hadn't been worked beforehand, Hunter had requested that he be as fresh as can be so he could try him under saddle and lunge him himself. The man always liked seeing how horses would work once he bought them, and he was grateful the owner agreed to that.

"He's gorgeous," Hunter hummed. "Have you been training him for anything specific yet, Ben?" The older man gave the younger a happy smile, "Drake was supposed to be a yard horse, but he has too much potential in him," Ben sighed lightly. "I'd hate for him to be wasted here, you know?" Hunter nodded as he put the faded pink halter on the stallion, feeling relieved at how well he walked next to him. Ben led them to a large circular pen before helping Hunter with the tack; both talking about how well mannered the horse was as he stood without being tied. He got a bit upset at the girth, flinging his head and stomping a few times, though he barely bloated to fight it. Ben didn't tighten it fully, making sure to remind Hunt that he's have to tighten it before getting on. "My wife spends a lot of time with him, she's been the one to do most of his training." Ben said with a small laugh, clearly in love with the horse. "She did awfully well, then," Hunter smiled back as he coaxed the bit into Aguaje's mouth. It was a soft rubbery bit with small rings. The bridle itself was just the leather holding the bit and throat-latch, the headband worn but still holding on. The stallion took the bit and chewed on it to fix his tongue, standing with his head low as Hunter fixed his ears and scratched him.

"He'll be for my sister," Hunter hummed, feeling comfortable to tell Ben about the stallions future. "Her mare can be horrible and I wanted to surprise her with him," he could feel himself smiling, noticing Ben was too. "You and your wife are free to visit him any time to check up on him." Ben smiled bigger at that, "we really appreciate this. Will you be alright while I go get her?" Hunter nodded, watching as the older man walked off toward the small home. Hunter attached the lunge line to Aguaje, putting the hooks through the bit and onto the halter rings.
By the time Ben and his wife were coming back, Hunter had the horse trotting along the edge of the pen, focused deeply on his work and footfalls. Hunt almost hadn't noticed them until he caught sight of the happy looks on both of them, making him return the expression while asking the stallion to canter, eyes back to focusing on how each leg moved, tracking the movements of muscle.

As Hunter stopped the horse and turned him, walking him, the small woman came to stand close to the fence, "will you be keeping him intact?" She questioned curiously, and Hunter could tell she had many questions. "Most likely, my sister has a habit of wanting a challenge," he grinned lightly, "though it feels like he's already an older gelding, to be honest, ma'am," he squeaked loudly to get the stallion to move faster, watching as he tucked his chin and hopped into a canter; all three of them watched the horses' movements, both could tell that Hunter was still looking for injury and lameness. "Benny said that we could see him every now and then?" She hummed, and Hunter laughed, "always! You're free to stop by for a ride, too, even on my own horse at home," the woman brightened up even more, making Hunter smile.

After a bit, Hunter slowed the stallion and asked him to walk, tightening the girth and adjusting the stirrups a hole while walking along side him. Petting him as he mounted quickly, still holding the lunge and untying the reins from their loop. Hunt adjusted himself a bit and let his legs hang loose while feeling out the stallion. While readjusting the stirrups Ben spoke up, "want to go back to the field to ride him? Just for more space, the boy can be pure speed sometimes," Hunter enjoyed the couples happy energy, smiling as he spoke, "please? I wouldn't want to bother you with it, but it'd be appreciated." Ben had opened the gate but his wife came over, stopping the stallion and shaking Hunter's hand, "I'm Debbie," she said, "I brought this boy up from a thin little colt, you have my guarantee that he'll be a wonderful eventer for you and your sister," she spoke while petting the horse in long strokes, occasionally scratching and making him loosen. "I haven't any doubts, Debbie," Hunter said with a bit smile.
Debbie had removed the lunge line and led the two beside Ben, the horse following obediently with little force from Hunter; the young male was so amazed at how the stallion was so calm, though he expected he had his days. He hoped he could stay this way around the two mares. Debbie had asked a few questions, wondering about how he'll be kept, if he'll have pasture-mates, if he'll ever be bred. Hunter answered each best he could, telling them that he'd be kept at their home until they were able to move him into the same barn the mares were being leased at. He was unsure if Francesca would want to breed the horse, though he knew he did.

Once the reached the pasture, Ben and Debbie let Hunter take control, watching as Hunter rode him for fifteen to twenty minutes. Hunter knew that he was taking the stallion home once he felt the power in his strides. The young horse was only about fifteen five hands high, but all three knew he would grow taller with time; Hunter guessed to himself, wondering if he could make it to sixteen five. Ben had set up a few small jumps for Hunter, just to get a bit more in before his decision. The stallion hesitated at the jumps before he figured them out, growing more confident after each turn.

They spoke inside the house over some coffee, everyone's expressions happy as Hunter said he wanted to take him. After paying and finishing their coffees, the two had helped Hunt un-tack Aguaje and load him into the trailer. Hunt noticed them standing at the driveway, watching him drive off.

Hunter was proud of his purchase, and he knew Frannie would be too,

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The woman gasped as she saw her brother pulling into the driveway, his old Chevrolet LUV pulling along the small trailer. She was still in her pajamas despite the growing hour, and she rushed to put better clothes on while the old dog barked in surprise of being woken up. "Hey, Teddy!" She smiled, taking enough time to smoosh his face like she did each morning. Teddy was starting to slow down, he often had to sit out from helping and watch, though he still barked at the cattle and goats while Hunter was tending to them.

Teddy grumbled happily as he followed Francesca down the stairs, tail wagging stiffly and he plodded after her. "You got her?" Frannie called to her brother as she ran down the driveway, pausing as she noticed his expression. "Is everything okay?" She stopped close to him, "I didn't get her, she was very lame and almost un-ride-able," Hunter hummed quietly, watching his sister pout and huff. "Although, I'll let you unload your new son," he grinned to her, watching her mouth open before darting to the trailer doors to open them. "Hunter!" The male caught sight of her with her hand over her mouth before she went in, talking quietly to the stallion and petting him. He was sure she was crying, though she wouldn't show it to him.
He had gone off to get things ready, he had bought the tack that Ben had used with Aguaje but he needed to size him for future purchases. Hunt had grabbed some of Blue's old tack and carried it out, the heavily cushioned bareback pad and bridle seated on one arm with an extra halter and lead held in the other. Frannie had already unloaded him, she was currently taking off his blanket and boots and checking him for any rubs or bumps from his journey while he nibbled away at small bits of grass poking through the sandy gravel. "Bring him over to the round pen once you're done, Fran?" He called, seeing her nod before turning to walk there himself. Setting the saddle on one of the bars to wait for his sister.

Francesca closed the doors of the trailer before squeaking her lips to Aguaje, clicking to ask him to walk, "his name is Aguaje," Hunter said as she neared. "His owners used to call him Dragon as a nickname, so I'll give you time to think about that." Frannie wiped her face as she nodded, "Aguaje has papers in with his saddle, he's very sound for a mutt," He smiled, remembering the times when his sister refused to ride her pony because he wasn't a purebred, and it seemed she had the same memory, squinting at him.
They had groomed him and tacked him, Francesca holding his head like she usually did with Blue, muttering about how little resistance he gave. "Did you already ride him?" Hunter nodded while giving the stallions' back another quick brush before setting the pad on his back and loosely doing up the girth, tightening it enough for it not to move everywhere. Frannie helped him connect and fit the breastplate, the stallion chewing on the soft bit while waiting.