(bobs just in one of the back stallion paddocks c: )
Raven Johnson
▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂
{ nickname - Raven } { Age - 19 } { Crush - sort of Jake } { Horses - Angel + Dance} { dogs - Annie }
Raven eventually caught up and smiled "I'm soooooo sorry, The ambulance scared her, she doesn't normally do this" She murmured gently and reached for the halter and lead rope. As Angel snorted loudly, Raven calmed her down, wanting her to settle down so she wasn't so spooked or upset. It didn't take long for the relaxed paint mare to settle down. She looked to the boy and spoke "I'm really sorry" as she spoke she looked around frowning, how did the girl know her name? she only got here 10 minutes ago. Frowning she spoke "How do you know My name??" she questioned the girl confused. She glanced at the boy whom the other girl had called 'Jake' she took in the name and spoke again. "Jake was it? I'm Raven" She smiled softly, some people thought her name weird. But she found it great, unique, she wanted to find out what that short girl knew her name? had she been stalking Raven. One thing was for sure. Raven had never met her, not till now of course.
Messin With Matilda
{ Bob } { Stallion } { Will be Eventing } { No owner }
Bob had been cast out in the back stallions paddock, seeing no one had the time to train Bob or his old friend Sadeeka, both horses had been put in the back paddocks, of course, Sadeeka was on the other side with the other mares. Bob's ears flicked and he snorted walking closer to the gate where his feed bucket was. He picked up a trot as he saw a young man walking by, he had his bucket of food. It was the man he saw everyday who came and gave Bob a large feed. He gave a loud nicker and cantered closer. Bob came to a sliding stop when the man through the bucket at his face and neck causing the stallion to spook backwards. The bucket had hit the top of his head, course, the man did this everytime he cantered up, It wasn't that bob didn't learn, Bob was hungry, he didn't get enough feed. Flicking his ears in a way of showing pain, letting his head go as high as it possible could as not to let the man touch him, he flared his nostrils wide as his white halter was grabbed. The man holding it by his muzzle tried pulling Bob closer. When Bob refused the man with the hand holding the halter punched his hand into the stallions muzzle, not to hard, but enough to scare Bob. Ears Pinned back Bob snorted and screamed out before rearing up throwing his hooves out. Having not taken off fast enough, the man had him by the halter and with a rope hit the young stallion on his side. It was perhaps the way this man disciplined his horses. But it was a way that would ruin any Thoroughbred, even one like him, who had never raced before.