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 Owner       >>> intristin
 Name                >>> Schicksal
 Gender         >>> Female
 Adoption Price         >>> 2 Uncommons
 Training         >>> [First Touch][First Saddle]
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  . fast
  . daring
  . dominent

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[intristin]

.name. Schicksal, meaning fate in German.
.nickname. Schick, Chick, Sassafrass, Sassy, and more, but usually Sassy or Schick.
.gender. Female, of course.
.personality. As seen above, she is fast, daring, and dominant. When she meets Marsh Swamp, they are sure to butt heads over many things. Why I have adopted two sassy Neravontii females now, I do not know. She is very stubborn and opinionated in her ways.
.likes. She likes sweet food and loves a long, fast-paced run. She also seems to actually enjoy arguing in the Neravontii way.
.dislikes. When people don't listen to her, Schicksal gets very huffy and irritated and may brood for hours at a time. She also hates sour or bitter-tasting foods.
.crush(es). At the moment, Schicksal hasn't met any handsome Neravontii yet. But she's very interested in the men.

[intristin]

First Touch

As I near the pasture where the bucking Neravontii female is, I thank the lord I thought of leaving Marsh in her stall. These females are too much alike and will certainly fight. I feel a bit nostalgic as I enter the pasture slowly and quietly. This Neravontii is so much like Marsh, they could be twins. But this time, I'm not being sneaked up on by the Neravontii. I don't miss that.
The female spots me and becomes alert immediately, ears twitching and um... eyes (I'll never get used to that) locked on mine. I raise both hands in a calming manner. "Easy, girl, I'm not here to hurt you," I say soothingly. She eyes me disbelievingly, tail swishing behind her. Suddenly, in a flash, she has raced up to my side and is sniffing me suspiciously. "Not a cautious one, are you?" I say in a joking tone while smiling. She snorts in answer, continuing her rigorous scan of my clothing. I wait till she has finished smelling, then hold out my hand, the palm facing up. The female snorts in disgust at that.
I remember what the agency said. Dominant is one of her traits. As a test, I try bending my knees ever so slightly so my head isn't at the point of her shoulder and is now at her elbow. That seems to satisfy her. She curls her tail and curves her neck, standing beside me and looking about as if to say, 'Hey, look here, I own this human. Anyone watching?' I can't hold back a grin. Obviously, I'll have to teach her we need to have a partnership, but for now, I can humor her.
With slow motions, I reach out with my hand to touch her shoulder. The skin quivers, but apparently she allows her servants to touch her. Straightening a little, I move my hand up along her neck and to her head. There I stroke just behind her ears, which I know is one of Marsh's favorite spots to be scratched. The female gives a barely audible sigh.
"Schicksal," I say suddenly. "I'll call you Schicksal. It's fate that we should be together. I know you're just going to love Marshy, girl." I smile and give her a small kiss on her nose.

[intristin]

First Saddle

I can almost hear Schick screaming "NO!" As I approach her with the customary Neravontii saddle. "Now, calm down, girl..." I say calmly, but she darts to the edge of the pasture in a moment. As I follow her, I mutter to myself, "You just had to get a Neravontii that runs five times faster than you, didn't you?" I approach her more slowly this time. "C'mon, girl," I say, smiling. "You aren't going to be afraid of a little saddle, are you?"
She snorted as if understanding me, pompously striding over to me. But I notice her tail quivers slightly as she sniffs the saddle. Gently, I stroke her snout. She stops quivering and stands more quietly, so I settle the saddle on her back and buckle it on. She doesn't move, so I continue to attach the tailpiece.
In half a second, she starts bucking like crazy. The saddle, loosely attached, quickly flies off as she flips out. After she finishes bucking for a few more minutes, she stands quietly once more. "Ookay," I say, picking up the saddle slowly. "No tailpiece, then..?" I set the saddle on her back and buckle it again, then step back. Nothing. I reach for the tailpiece... her shoulder quivers. Okay, let's skip that for now.
I reach for the bridle and move to her head, slipping it on and buckling it on. She doesn't seem to mind, so I move back to the saddle. She "sees" me going for the tailpiece and whips her tail from side to side warningly. I step back, scratching my chin. "Um... Guess I'll have to conctact the agency about that. I wonder if this thing can come off?" I pat Schick's neck, remembering to praise her. "Next up is riding, Sassy Schick."