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#5001

Name:
Age: 7
Breed: Mustang
Color: Sooty Bay
Gender: Mare
Markings: Spotted stocking, stripe, sock
Height: 15.1hh
Vice/Fear/Special: This is a pretty normal mustang, she does not have any vices, but she tends to be squirmy when being led with a halter, or bridle for that matter. She will walk slow, shift around, and turn her rump to any horse that walks by her.
Notes: We are guessing that this mares dad was a black leopard appy mustang, and her mom bas a sooty buckskin!

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Claimed!

Ahhh, she's so lovely!

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Traditional art;

AB

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Tank; Used in- day 1 -

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Name: Not found just yet.
Age: 7
Breed: Mustang
Color: Sooty Bay
Gender: Mare
Markings: Spotted stocking, stripe, sock
Height: 15.1hh
Vice/Fear/Special: This is a pretty normal mustang, she does not have any vices, but she tends to be squirmy when being led with a halter, or bridle for that matter. She will walk slow, shift around, and turn her rump to any horse that walks by her.
Notes: We are guessing that this mares dad was a black leopard appy mustang, and her mom bas a sooty buckskin!

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Ariel flicked the last few specks of dirt from her stallion, Tank's, coat. The painted sport horse blew warm air from his nose, lowering his head so that it was held only by the lead line tied to the stall wall. The rumble of tires on gravel alerted only the young woman, as the horse beside her could care less. With her heart in her throat, she leaned out of the wooden stall and looked down the aisle to the gravel parking lot where a silver two horse trailer sat waiting for her.

She tried to tell herself that it was only someone coming to board their horse at her stables. But she knew it wasn't true. It was all Ariel could do to not leave poor Tank tied in his stall and run all the way to the trailer. She took the lead from the stallion's leather halter, leaving him to sleep and walked briskly down the aisle, excitement bubbling inside her. It was her first time in the Mustang Makeover challenge hosted by Cottonwood Wild Horse Ranch, and she promptly signed her own stables up as soon as she heard of it. She surely had the time and faculties. Though her stables were full of classical riders, she felt confident this would be good for everyone here.

She approached the truck, her focus training on the driver now. It was one of her oldest friends and boarders who had agreed to go get the new mustang so Ariel could look after the horses she needed to in the morning.

"Go ahead and back the trailer up into the outdoor arena." Ariel nodded to the large, fenced in sand arena cleared of jumps in anticipation for training.

The older woman got back into the truck and reversed it through a wider gate made just for this purpose. Ariel walked through the open space in the gate and lowered the ramp. Undoing the latch, she stepped back, expecting the mustang to come flying out. However the horse did the complete opposite. She walked out with her head lowered, nostrils flared as she tested everything out. She tentatively put a hoof on the sand, dark eyes wide and ears back. She snorted, retreating to a corner with a few weeds and blades of grass peeking out through the sand. She didn't nibble on them, though, and simply stood there with her ears back.

Ariel watched the small mare, leaning on a wooden board encircling the arena. This may be harder than she thought. She'd have to get the little girl's confidence up. And think of a name. She had her work cut out for her.

It was so early in the morning, the sky gray, and the sooty bay mare looked even darker. Ariel went inside the barn to grab some grain, treats, and molasses. She grabbed a black hardened rubber feed bucket, put a few scoops of grain into it, with a few carrots, sugar cubes, even a beet and covered it all in molasses. She hoped to show the mare that all was okay here. Maybe she could put another mare or even a gelding in the arena with her before moving her to a smaller pasture near the barn.

Ariel placed the bucket in the middle of the arena, hoping to get the little mare to come out of her corner. She talked soft gibberish to the mare, stepping slowly away from the bucket. The mare's ears flicked forwards a few times and she licked her lips, showing she was thinking but she didn't move towards the bucket until Ariel was all the way on the other side of the arena. And she only lipped at the grain then, only really digging in once the woman made her way over to the barn.

Little to the little mare's knowledge, Ariel could see her from the barn, and regularly checked up on her throughout the doing of her chores. She's let the mare settle for right now, and become calm in her new environment. The young woman would bring out some hay for her later to nibble on so she had something to eat through the night.

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