Tristan Knight
Nᴀᴍᴇ: Tʀɪsᴛᴀɴ Kɴɪɢʜᴛ
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Mᴀʟᴇ
Aɢᴇ: Tᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-Oɴᴇ
Sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Straight
Sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Eɴɢʟɪsʜ
Fᴀᴠᴇ Cᴏᴍᴘ: Rᴀᴄɪɴɢ
Hᴏʀsᴇs: Tᴏʀɴᴀᴅᴏ Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ
Cᴏʟᴏᴜʀ Mʏ Rᴜᴍᴘ
Tristan rubbed a hand through his hair as he finally finished the very long drive to this English ranch, he had brought one of his favourite and most prized stallions, Tornado Warning, also known as Attitude Problems by some. The pure black stallion was still young, although Tristan was pretty sure his teenager attitude wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, he was a spoilt brat, easiest way to put it. Along with the stallion, he had brought Colour My Rump, the other young horse wasn't used for quite so much, other than to keep around Tornado so that he would have someone to keep his attention from attacking the others. He had came in his red, mud splattered jeep, not wanting to have stood out to much by pulling in a red Ferrari, but the jeep was something he loved as well, it got him out to his other part of life, his horse side. Once he had pulled in, trailing along his black four horse trailer he looked around, having the window down he heard the impatient whinny coming from his stubborn stallion in the back-not hard to guess which one- obviously not amused at still being stuck in the trailer.
Tristan jumped down, helping out the only of his other animals, Haca who he had brought. He was going to bring the dogs... But well guard dogs who near ate the face of every stranger they came across didn't sit well with many people, so the younger, curious, very expensive hyena pup came with him instead. He ruffled his spotted fur, tightening the red bandanna around his neck, resting under it was the animals dog tags. Some might raise an eyebrow to this, but the red bandanna was to make sure everybody knew he wasn't wild, there for they couldn't shoot the poor fella, then the dog tags... Well they were just his dog tags, not much else to say about them. Tristan had dressed in normal, casual clothes, even through just coming from a race he had no intentions on dressing up to watch his Champion running, it brought him more luck to go just like a casual person. That was another bonus about coming here, hopefully no one would know him, meaning they'd not know of his in heritage of money, nor would they know of his race horses... Hopefully. Besides, Tornado would be keeping the others well distracted, he had no need to worry about being recognised.
As soon as he reached the trailer even Haca knew to get out of the way as the hyena made a cackling sound in his throat, pacing the side in wait of the stallions to come out. Once the door was down Tristan seen the Tornado viciously kicking the trailer, as if in revenge for it having held him so long. "Now now big fella, mind not destroying another of my trailers?" He asked the horse, approaching him carefully as he lifted down his lead rope from the side, it was red and the strongest one that money could buy. He considered using the chain to prevent Tornado from biting him or anyone else, biting his lip in thought before deciding against it, he wanted to give people a good impression of the stallion, not the image of a horse who was going to bite them. "Now now, calm it down, the mares might be watching." He teased the stallion, lifting up a small bag of sugar lumps as he offered one to the horse, slipping the rest into his pocket as he clipped the lead rope onto the bridle of his magnificent, black stallion before leading him down the small ramp. Tornado let out a loud, distinctive whinny which was replied to from the excited Haca, who was more than likely just wanting to get involved like usual. Tornado pranced as he walked, as usual being a show of for anyone who cared to watch him.
With the horse beside him and hyena a bit ahead Tristan went inside of the barn, looking around as he breathed in the smell of fresh bedding and horses. He patted Tornado's slick, black neck as he looked around, in an attempt to find out which stall he should put Tornado in. The stallion was a show of with mares, a mischievous devil with the stallions, and well just plain ornery with the geldings, so there was no winning really, he was going to have to find some horse able to put up with him. Unless he got an end stall where he could then slip Splash in next to him and settle the full problem, god help the horses facing them. Once he seen the perfect stall which practically had Tornado's name on it he headed over, hearing the sound of Tornado's clipping hooves stopping before he felt the horse pulling his head back, letting out a loud, protesting whinny. Tristan couldn't help but grin at the stallion, "I promise I am not going to ditch you here again." He said, but it was of no help to the stallion who snorted in reply. stomping his front hoof like a child who wasn't getting their way. "Its not our island where on now buddy, you can't run wild with the others." He said in a quieter voice to the stallion, in the end giving in as he led him back outside into the sun which beated down on them, walking over to the nearest field. He seen it had horses in it, so instead moved on to another field just next to it, opening the gate as he unclipped Tornado from his lead rope, giving the horse a gentle slap on the rump, not that he needed it as he soared across the field, as if to say that Tristan wasn't catching him again. He just hoped that the horse was allowed in this field, and if it wasn't... Well he'd deal with it if that was the case.
With that settled, Tristan went back to his trailer, heading back inside as he got Splash who took it all in his stride, bobbling his head as he walked down and looked around, spotting Tornado he waited obediently before Tristan started walking again, glad at least one of his horses were well behaved in any circumcises. He led the horse over to let him out with Tornado, watching with a smile as the stallion pranced of to see his friend, as if he'd not seen him in a year. Once again Tristan walked to the trailer, going inside to have a look around as he examined the stuff inside of it. Not all was horse stuff, he had everything from sleeping bags to blow up beds, of course they weren't blown up yet but he was prepared for just about anything. He looked at the wall he'd examined so many times, stroking his fingers across the rosettes and ribbons gently before turning back to the boxes of tack which were piled up in one of four of the horse boxes. he had a lightweight racing saddle sitting on top, but in the back was his larger, much more comfortable western saddle, not that he expected to get to use it much here, but maybe if he decided on a trail ride it would come in handy.