This Italian girly may seem rather wild, but possess the true grace and prowess of the cello at her heart!
Sorry for the brief hiatus everyone! Hopefully I can get the CPO back on track! ^u^
Sorry for the brief hiatus everyone! Hopefully I can get the CPO back on track! ^u^
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Show Name: Beauty of the Bold
Barn Name: Audace - Bold in italian
Age: 6 years
Gender: Mare
Breed: Ventasso Horse
Height: 16hh
Colour: Dark Bay
Markings: Star and two coronets
Genetics: E/e and A/A.
Personality: Audace as her name suggest is a bold and elegant mare. If someone is rude, mean or snarky toward her or her friends, Audace is sure to teach them a lesson. She is a big girl and uses this to her advantage since she likes being lead mare. If a horse is wanting to fight her for lead, she sometimes just needs to tower over them, ears pinned and eyes narrowed. Her giant size plus her challenging face often scares most horses away. She is also a very elegant mare, WTC are all smooth and beautiful. She tends to hold her head high in a regal way that demands respect.
History: (Trying out writing from horses view!:) I snorted and did a little buck of joy, a sly look on my face. The Mr.Farmer shook with anger as he wiped the mud from his face. He had come out to train me and when I danced away a little, a common thing with my lively nature, he smacked me with that little stick! So I put my large size to good use and pulled him right over, then trotted off with the lead rope sliding across the ground. Unfortunately for him he landed right on a puddle, I actually found this even more amusing. He ran towards me and made a grab for the lead, I danced away from him. See for my age, only two years old, I was quite big, the biggest of the two year olds for sure. I was also very nimble, making me a pain for him to try and grab. After twenty minutes of this Mr.Farmer tired and headed inside saying some odd words in an awful angry voice. I managed to slip my halter off, then I went over to rest in the shade of a tree that overhung the round pen fence. Mrs.Farmer came out later and put me back in the paddock. My training progressed like this for a few months, I was good for Mr.Farmer so long as he was good to me. Then everything changed.
A sharp wailing startled me from my sleep, a flashing vehicle was pulling into the drive. People leaped out and rushed into the house, Mrs.Farmer was sobbing on the steps. A little while later one of the people came out and patted Mrs.Farmer on the shoulder, she began to wail louder. Two other people came out wealing something on a cart. I didn't understand that this strange event would change my life. Mrs.Farmer rarely came out after that, a stable hand fed and watered us. Slowly more and more horses left, a trailer would pull in, Mrs.Farmer would emerge from the house and talk to the people. Then they took one or more of the horses and took them away. One day they came for me, a fancy teen girl who was looking to do dressage. She saw me and said, "I want the big one papa" in her snarky little voice. I didn't like her from the start. I allowed them to load me up in the trailer and off we went, it couldn't be worse than my home where I was no ignore and uncared for. My new home was a huge stable that smelled of boot polish and lemon. It was immaculately tidy, I didn't really like that. The moment they got me there I was bundled into a large stall of clean straw. It was a nice stall but I preferred being outside, they would probably take me to the paddock later. I stayed in that stall all night, I became grumpy being cooped up in there. The next day a stout little man arrived, I was taken into the corridor and clipped to the cross ties. The man began to trim my feet, I had done this before so it was fine. Then he took a small metal thing and put it against my hoof. Suddenly there was a smacking noise and I looked around. He was nailing it to my hoof! What was he thinking! I began to thrash about and even got a good kick to land right on his chest. The man left promptly with a few angry words. I started training a week later, they just lunged me since I was not quite three yet. Once I turned three....it all went bad. The girl began to ride me, she used a scratchy saddle pad and a pinchy saddle. She bumped about in the seat, wore some awful spurs and fitted me with a sharp bit. The first time she put the bit in my mouth I squealed and bolted off. It hurt unlike any of the training bits! After I came back she put me in the stall without water for half the day. I slowly learned to accept her riding me or suffer severe consequences. I completely lost my spirit and will to fight. One year later she was riding me about on a trail, she made me go toward a bridge and I stopped dead. I could see a huge crack in it from here, with my hefty weight that bridge would go right down. She kicked me with the spurs, instead of complying as I usually did I felt a surge of rage, I was saving both our lives! She kept kicking, the spurs dug into my tender sides and I felt warm blood on my hide. I backed up further, than she did a horrible thing, she began to saw on the reins. Now this hurts enough with an average bit, with this bit? It was absolute agony. The sharp bit cut into my tender mouth and I shrieked in anger and indignation. She wouldn't stop, I was doing nothing wrong! My spirit returned to me in a flash. I swung forward and reared right back, bringing my front feet of the ground. The girl screamed and ranked on the reins harder, I spun away from the bridge and began to full out gallop. I ignored the pain in my mouth as she wrenched on the reins, I suddenly stopped and felt satisfaction as the girl flew over my head. She moved, good I didn't kill her but she would feel my pain! I continued running, I ran and I ran until my lungs were burning. I was safe now.
I wandered for days, eating the most tender grass I could find as best I could with the bit in my mouth. The saddle was starting to cause some sores on my back. I wandered out onto the road and crossed quickly, a car passed and I saw a confused look on their face. I got across the road and lay down in the field I had entered. A little while later I heard a soft clucking and looked around behind me. It was a gentle looking person with a handful of treats, they looked nice enough and those treats. I was worried they would take me back and hesitated, the appalled look on their face when they saw the blood around my muzzle sold me. I walked over and they grabbed the reins, they gently led me to a trailer and took me to CWHR. They had to put me under and stitch my mouth up, it hurt for awhile but got better. When I was fully healed a red haired womyn showed up, the second out eyes met I knew she was the one.We both had that bold, try me look. She must have seen it too cause she came and took me from that pasture not fifteen minutes later. I was taken to Night Thorn Ranch and over the year I have been there I have loved every moment.
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Pencil drawing of a cello: http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/ ... 3b4315.jpg
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