[KathrynKat]

 Owner       >>> Shadybro
 Name                >>> Akula
 Gender         >>> Gelded Male
 Adoption Price         >>> 10 chickens
 Training         >>> [First Touch]
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  . Full of Energy
  . Not easy to guilt
  . Very Stubborn

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

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 [Eh > ] [Ws > ]
 [Wp > ] [Wt > ]
 [Rf > ] [Rs > ]

[ShadyBro]

Im naming him Akula <3
(Russian For 'Shark')
Adopted Thu Jul 09, 2015 3:00 pm

[ShadyBro]

First Touch

"When the usual truck pulled up to the barn I was already standing there waiting. I had only seen pictures and a short choppy video of my new boy, and man oh man was I excited. He was an absolute beauty. They hadnt told me much about his actual attitude or personality, which concerned me a little, but he was just so stunning I couldnt say no. I walked up to the back gate of the trailer and peeked in, only to be spit in the face by a chuckling blue snout. I growled and wiped the slobber off my face, scowling at him. I opened the gate just slightly and watched him try to shove his way through. He was stronger than me, obviously, but I was a little quicker with my hands. I secured the rope around his neck and muzzle and pulled tight, dragging his head towards the ground so he wouldnt sprint off without me. He shook his head and huffed, showing off his teeth to me in anger. I cooed and purred in soft tones, trying to talk him into a calmer state. He wasnt having it. Of course. He whipped his tail around and pawed at the ground, pulling away from me with everything he had in him. I struggled to maneuver him towards the barn, and had even more trouble shoving him into a stall. Once the latch was down and he had begun busily kicking and stomping at the door, I turned toward the driver still waiting beside the trailer. He was laughing at me. Of course. We talked for a bit, and he explained that they had a lot of trouble trying to control this stubborn nera. He then handed me a shiny metal whistle, told me good luck, and sped out of the driveway. He left without really telling me what to do with it, so I blew into it to see what would happen. The whistle didnt make a sound, but Akula sure did. He let out an awful screech and began bucking at the walls of the stable with so much force I though he would break through the stone. I smirked to myself, realizing I now had an advantage. I went back into the barn and looked at him. It was heartbreaking to see him so terrified, huddled against the back wall and sniveling like a newborn foal. He saw the whistle in my hand and tried to move even farther away from me, curling himself into a little ball of trembling nerves. I shook my head and sighed, dropping the whistle and kicking it under the stall door. He freaked for a second, and then came forward, sniffing at the little piece of metal. With a loud and sharp chomp he snapped the whistle up into his jaws and spit it out over the gate, landing in a million shredded pieces. He perked up and walked up to the gate to admire the slobbery pool of whistle pieces. I smiled and watched as he hollared and stomped his feet. He looked at me and lunged forward, nuzzling my shoulder. I reached out to pet his muzzle but he jerked away, an odd smile on his face. Of course. I cocked my head to the side and put my hand down, only to have him come forward and nuzzle my arm. It went on like this for a while as he wouldnt let me be the one to touch him. I found it just as entertaining as it was annoying. I suppose that counted as our first touch however, and left the barn so he could relax in solitude."

[ShadyBro]

First Saddle

"I entered the barn, a new saddle set up tossed over my shoulder. I figured Akula needed something to really keep him focused, so I had set this one up with extra buckles and tighter straps that would hopefully pull his attention toward me. It also had an extra loop under his muzzle to get him to stop throwing his head, which was obviously going to be a problem from him. I led him out of his stall with the help of some extra treats and brought him out to the loading post. It took a while to get him still as he really wasnt in the mood to comply, but then again he never was. He pranced in place as I got each and every strap settled, and nipped at me when I tightened them. Once everything was put together I untied his lead and began tugging at him to get him to move. He shook and shivered and whipped at the tack with his tail, snarling and snapping, obviously unhappy about it. It took a few hours and lots of dead weasels to coax him into behaving, but eventualy he relaxed a bit and even seemed interested in doing more. I decided to take advantage of his sudden attitude change and brought him back to the loading post, filling the feed bin with the last of the weasels I had on me..."

[ShadyBro]

First Ride

"...I tested the tack with my foot, leaning heavily on the steps rather than Akula so he wouldnt pay attention to what was going on. The straps held perfectly, and right before the trough was emptied of food I hoped up on the geldings back. He shook and a low rumble echoed from his chest. I felt his tail whip at my back and heard the tension of the leather as he pulled at it as tightly as he could. Thankfully my stitching held and after a few hard gallops around the ring he calmed down enough to listen to me. I tried a few simple patterns, and once he was worn out completely I led him back to his stall. He was pretty happy to have all the tack removed, and yet he still managed to cause trouble by snapping at my fingers and whipping his across Dyami's stall enough to rile him up. Needless to say, he didnt get any extra treats."

[ShadyBro]

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