- Wow, time for a special Brabant. Yep, that's right, this mare has tack - dressage tack, to be specific. She is a rose grey, with badger face.
bow9401 wrote:Username: bow9401
Name: Don't Want Gucci "Chanel"
Gender: Mare
Height: 15hh
Age: 6
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Artist | Dizzy socks [gallery] |
Time spent | 1 hour, 12 minutes |
Drawing sessions | 3 |
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bow9401 wrote:Username: bow9401
Name: Don't Want Gucci "Chanel"
Gender: Mare
Height: 15hh
Age: 6
animal lover1234 wrote:can we do art or just a story?
bow9401 wrote:Username: bow9401
Name: Don't Want Gucci "Chanel"
Gender: Mare
Height: 15hh
Age: 6
Story:
It seemed dark as I stuck my head over the door of the stable I had only occupied for a night or so, spots of raining fell gently on my nose, as I looked across the yard. It was quiet; though I was sure it would soon be swarming with people rushing to get their horses ready.
Pulling my head back in, I looked to the mare next to me, she hadn’t stopped pacing all night, her footsteps were what eventually lulled me to sleep in the strange stable I had been put in.
I nicked to her, catching her attention. She looked worried as I approached the bars that separated us, pricking my ears and nickering again, trying to reassure her that I meant no harm, but she manoeuvred herself away to the other side of her stable and continued her pacing.
“I wouldn’t be offended.” A voice called, “She hasn't spoke to anyone.” I turned my head to search for the voice noticing it was coming from the hulking stallion across from me.
“Oh.” I said moving away from her to look at him, not bothering to stick my head over the door, as it would only result in my nose getting rained on.
“My name is Sterling, otherwise known as, The Bling Ring.” He announced proudly, holding his head up higher than previously, showing of his impressive palomino markings.
I bobbed my head up and down in understanding, looking across at the mare who continued to pace.
“This is the part where you tell me your name...” Sterling stated, “That’s kind of what you do when you’re having a conversation with someone.” I didn’t miss the underlying sarcasm in his voice.
“Chanel.” Was all I said before turning away from him towards the back of my stable, hoping to get a few more hours of sleep.
Startled I woke, looking round to see it was to my owner gently calling my name. She groomed and tacked me up in a blur of speed before I was ushered into the warm up ring, which was a nest of Brabants of all colours.
The next event happened so fast, I can barely recall the specifics.
The pacing mare from before, was racing out of control towards me, her rider had been abandoned further back... The next thing I remember is a pain shooting down my leg, my rider dismounting, as many people crowded around me, and others tried to catch the mare who, by this point was careering round the warm up ring.
The injury caused meant that I would never be able to jump again. But, it has not held me back! I have been able to progress onto being one of the best dressage horses in the country, and maybe one day the world.
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