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 Owner       >>> LadyAlpha
 Name                >>> Chaos
 Gender         >>> Female
 Adoption Price         >>> 3 Uncommon
 Training         >>> First Touch
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  . rebelish
  . vegetarian
  . free minded

 Offspring;
 None

 [Discipline >>>>> ]
 [Shows Entered > R: W: E:]
 [Shows Won >>>> R: W: E:]

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[caf.]

Excuse me, could you possibly give me the hex codes for this girl? I wouldn't want to mess up her beautiful coloring any for her training.

[caf.]

Snort. Pheeeeew... Glo's steady, even breaths punctuated the hum of the barn lights as he napped in his stall, slumped against the wall. There were no other animals in the barn - all was quiet in the little stable segregated from the hustle and bustle of the world of horse racing. That is, until a raspy huffing and dejected crunching sounded from outside, signaling the arrival of a worn handler and whatever animal they had in tow. Glo lightly lifted his head as Alex entered, every square inch of her body covered in dust and dirt and holding a lead rope in one hand, not bothering to hold it correctly and instead letting it drag behind her. Glo snorted as another nose popped into the stable, suspicious and with an air of superiority. A primitive hand, a lengthy body, a swinging tail, and a brand-new Neravontii was introduced into the barn. Glo stuck his head out to inspect the new arrival. She was brightly marked along her brownish coat, and more than anything she seemed young and rebellious. If he could have Glo would have rolled his eyes as he pulled back into his stall.
Alex opened the door to a stall adjacent to Glo's and rummaged in her pocket. The mare sniffed around but refused to go into the stall with just a firm tug. Pulling out a hotdog chunk, she held it out in front of the stall; it was one of Glo's favorites. The mare snorted and reeled back. Vegetarian, of course, she thought as she recalled the mare's papers and tossed the unfortunate morsel through the barred window separating the stalls. Glo caught it with a light snap of his teeth and looked on thoughtfully. Sighing, Alex pulled a box of raisins - her would-be on-the-go lunch - out of her pocket, opened it up, and offered it to the mare, who eagerly stepped inside when it was thrown into the feed bin. Upon finishing and realizing she was trapped, she started smashing at the wall with brutal kicks.
In an attempt to calm her down, Alex offered a hand for the mare to sniff. The Nera nosed her carefully, but when a fatigued finger twitched she jumped a few feet backwards with a miffed and startled snort. Glo nosed his rider as she latched the door, shrugged, and started to walk off. "See why I named her ATouchOfChaos? Wasn't just for her coat," she mused aloud to the approval of the yellow and blue Nera. For once, I Go For Glory and Alex Hamilton shared the same sentiment; this filly was a piece of work.