[KathrynKat]

This boy had to be pulled from the races because he tends to have to much attitude, and will find his ways of cheating. The most common issue he has is collecting dirt in his hand on his tail, and will throw it into other Neravontiis faces sometimes even at the rider.. He loves to cut off others, and ram them into the gates. He barely listens to his rider during races, and acts fine during a normal ride and at home. He also tends to get to wild up while trying to get him into the starting gate, and might need some 1 on 1 training. He is not very good with new owners, and requires allot of attention.

 Owner       >>> jojen
 Name                >>> Wendell
 Gender         >>> Gelded Male
 Adoption Price         >>> 10 chickens
 Training         >>> [Fully Trained]
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  . Full of Energy and hard to load at the starting gates
  . Trouble during races
  . Attitude

 [Discipline >>>>> ]
 [Shows Entered > R:57 W: E:]
 [Shows Won >>>> R:8 W: E:]

 [Ej > ] [Ep > ]
 [Eh > ] [Ws > ]
 [Wp > ] [Wt > ]
 [Rf > 7] [Rs > 1]

[ruberiot]

(Gah, so sorry this is so late!)
First Touch
Trouble? I don't think so. I thought to myself as I strode up to a dozing Neravontii gelding. The beast's head was lowered ever so slightly, and with every breath one of his ears would twitch gently. He looked so.... peaceful.
I studied the well-muscled creature's coat, admiring the way the colors complemented each other rather nicely. One of the features that stood out to me the most was the miniscule chocolate-brown heart on his abdomen. This boy was unique, something I personally had never seen before. But what did I know? I owned two others. It wasn't like I was well-known for my knowledge of these creatures.
I rested against one of the panels holding the gelding. Upon doing so he stirred and raised his head sleepily, pinning his ears when he sensed my presence. He snorted and bobbed his head, stomping one of his feet.
Now I could see what they meant by "attitude" and "trouble."
I reached my hand through the fence warily, preparing to yank it back at any given moment. The gelding let out a squeal and lunged forward, nipping at my hand. I jerked it back wildly, nearly falling flat on my face as I did so.
Trouble was almost beginning to seem like an understatement.
"Hey." I called out to the now-calm beast. He blatantly ignored me, swishing his tail dismally. "Mr. Attitude. Sir Alien. I know you're not deaf." The alien-like creature let out a breath and turned away from me. I rolled my eyes in annoyance. "Fine then." I muttered under my breath. I reached for the latch to the gate and slid it open, stepping in with the gelding. He whirled about like a tornado, baring his teeth and stomping one of his back feet. He flung himself at me, obviously hoping I would fear him. But I held my ground stubbornly. If I was to take him home, I'd have to train him; if he thought he could push me around and bully me, that wouldn't work out.
I slid my hands into my hoodie pockets, raising my head defiantly. The gelding had given up relatively quickly, much to my pleasure, and he was now edging closer. His nostrils quivered as he extended his neck towards me, whole body tensed, almost like he was scared of me.
"Hi there Mr. Attitude." I said quietly. He jolted back, but he returned moments later. I reached out my hand cautiously, a feeling of uncertainty clinging to me like fog, but I forced myself to follow through with the action. I made an attempt to pat the Nera's forehead, but he snorted and danced away gracefully. I could not help but smirk.
Warily I followed him to the corner of the pen, where he'd placed his body in one of the corners. I moved in beside him, reaching out a hand once more. I gingerly placed my hand against the lightly-furred skin, amazed when the gelding allowed me to do so. Even if it was only several moments. He flung his head back, let out a squeal, and cantered away to the opposing end of the corral.
I knew right then and there I would take him from the racetrack, attitude and all.
I named him Wendell, though the meaning behind the name scarcely fit the alien.

[ruberiot]

First Saddle
I released a sigh of relief as I tied my newest Nera to a post, pleased when he did not fight or try to escape. He lowered his head and sniffed at the ground, seemingly curious about his new surroundings. None of his former attitude showed at the moment- but it most likely would in just moments.
I heaved the saddle pad I would be using to saddle Wendell over my shoulder and onto his back, wincing when he let out a scream and sent it flying. "No." I scolded. In annoyance I retrieved it once more and held it in front of him. "This isn't new to you, Wendell." I said, allowing him to sniff the object. Suddenly, he seized it with his teeth and jerked his head back, sending it whirling through the air. "Wendell!" I yelled. "No!"
Dusty and tired, I tried setting it on his back for the tenth time within the hour. I didn't understand what was wrong- I'd tried my best to mimic the steps used with training Arathorn. I'd even used food to see if that would help, yet none of it had. "Wendell." I pleaded. "Please. Just let me saddle you and then we're done for the day." The creature showed no other signs of hearing my words other than a lazy flick of his ear. I hoped that he was just being sassy to rile me up.
I nearly collapsed out of joy when the Neravontii allowed me to drape the cloth over him. He seemed so smug as he saw my obvious relief. "Now, it's time for the saddle." I told him, pulling over my mounting block and heading back for the saddle.
Nervously I stepped onto the blue object, swinging the saddle hesitantly over Wendell. I expected it to go spinning through the air, to land with a thud a good distance away. For once, Wendell was obedient to an extent on the first try.
"Good boy." I said, cinching up the saddle. He acted as though he were going to pin his ears, yet he never followed through with it- it was just to taunt me.

If just putting the saddle pad on him was this difficult, I hated to think of what the outcome of attempting to ride him would be.

[ruberiot]

First Ride
I took a deep breath, gazing out at Wendell as he grazed contentedly. "Time to ride Mr. Attitude." I said to no one in particular.

"Here goes nothing." I whispered to myself, nervously tacking up Wendell. He was so unpredictable; nothing was certain with a Neravontii like him.
Wendell fought the bit when I tried to place the bridle on him, but eventually he allowed the cold bar of metal to slip into his mouth. I patted his neck, surprised when I felt a strong tug of affection for the moody animal. I then moved on to the saddle pad and the saddle itself, feeling pride when Wendell appeared comfortable with the tack. "Let's hope you're this good when I try to actually ride you." I said jokingly, stroking his blue-tipped muzzle.
I stepped onto the mounting block, grateful for the extra boost of height. Warily, I slipped my foot into the left stirrup, using it and the saddle horn to hoist myself up. I prepared myself to be thrown from Wendell's back. But nothing happened.
Wendell stood obediently beneath me; he was obviously excited for this. "This isn't a race, buddy." I said nervously, remembering what the people at the agency had said.
"He listens to no one when he's in a race."
I gathered the reins warily, summoning up every drop of confidence I could muster. "Let's go." I said, gently touching my heels to Wendell's sides. I immediately expected him to take off like a bullet. I was slightly amazed when he walked out. His gait was incredibly smooth and relaxing.
Wendell listened to me the entire time he was ridden. As I dismounted, he seemed disappointed and sad that it was over already. "Aww. Hey boy, we can ride again tomorrow." His head snapped up excitedly.