[all patched up]

Username:
texas belle.
Show Name:
Beautiful Bess
Barn Name:
Bess
Gender:
Mare
Breed:
Appaloosa
Height:
15.9 hh
Parents:
Sire is Imperium Prince, and the Dam is Justice Rose.
Disclipline:
Bess usually does English Riding, and her specialty is Show Jumping.
Personality:
Bess is a competitor, and when competing she is in her most concentrated and hard headed mood. She usually is full of herself, and has a short temper, but competing is her natural talent.
When it comes to stallions she is dominant and a renal, disliking them from the start. She usually bucks at them, and gallops the other direction, steering clear of them. But with mares she is demanding, but when she is content with everything, she's quiet and kind. Her short temper is a big problem with her, and even the slightest mishap, she is docile and rude. You can always tell when something is bugging her, because she replies in a sharp, hard tone, and usually tries to be alone. Like I said, Bess loves competing, and is very talented at it, so when it comes to riders or handlers, it becomes tricky. The rider has to have a certain style, and way he rides, or she locks her knees and won't move. If he jerks or yanks on the reins to hard, she spins around, throwing him off. Handling is also a problem, because she wants to go where she wants to go. If the handler tries to hard to be in command, she rears, and kicks, and can be quite a hazard. Only two people have ever mastered riding and handling her, and they say its all being second in command. With Bess' great skills, she knows how to do things correctly on the coarse. So if you sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride, she is a wonderful horse to ride on. Handling takes some persuading, like a carrot - or two. Bess is very complicated and unusual at points, but underneath she is a kind, sweet, happy soul, who just wants to be free ; and be a champion.
A Brief History:
Born on the eighth of September, on a high quality Appaloosa horse breeding ranch, - known as Hillcountry Appaloosa Breeding Assosiation - Bess was bred best of the best, meant for competing, and was trained to do so. Her father Prince was a master at Fox Hunting, and her mother Rose was a queen at Show Jumping. Following in mother's footsteps, Bess was set out on the fast track toward Show Jumping. With the excellent trainers and highly modern ways of training the horses, Bess caught on quick to like competing. When she was two, Bess had completed training, and was ready to be sold for a good block of money. Multiple people put down offers, but was sent to a girl who was a prize winning show jumper. Her last horse, Spartan, had died of an unexpected heart attack. Looking for another horse, her dad found Bess, and made sure she was all his. After about a month of competing for the mare, the dad and his daughter had won her, and Bess had a new home.Bess went to their ranch, which was just as nice as the HABA, she lived happy, winning lots of shows, including championships. Meeting other horses, the family agreed that Bess would be a good breeding horse, so they are hoping to breed her soon with a stallion they are wishing to buy.
Short Story:
As soon as I saw her, I fell in love. Her Chestnut Leopard coat glistened in the sunlight like a thousand stars, and those eyes. That pair of aqua eyes, that shimmered iridescently, as they met mine. She cantered over, tail and mane waving like waterfalls, falling perfectly on her strong neck. Her canter was magnificent, like nothing I've ever seen before. She slowed as she neared the pasture fence, turning to the side slightly, giving a nicker and a toss of her head. She lowered it, as it perched over the wooden barrier, and I raised my hand to her cheekbone. I rubbed, moving slowly to her forehead, then to her snout. She closed her eyes with content for a moment, then she opened, those beautiful eyes holding my gaze. I quit letting, as we stared off into each other's eyes, and at that moment I knew she was perfect. It felt like my stomach was made of butterflies, my knees made of mellow, and my heart up in my throat. I could tell she was feeling the same was as well. We where meant for each other, I just knew it.

The owner offered to let me ride her, jus to make sure she was all my dad was paying for. At that point I didn't care how she rode, I knew it wouldn't matter. But I said yes, giving her a pat as I changed into some riding gear. When I returned, she was tacked in the riding hall, prancing there slowly as he held the reins. I walked slowly up, feeling the wonderful phenomenon I'd felt earlier. My hand brushed her neck, as she let out a large exhale, as to say, "Hi again." I couldn't hold in my smile, as my foot found her stirrup, and I pulled myself up. She was tall, taller than the horse I owned before. Spartan. He was a 14.3 hh black Cob gelding. He died of an unexpected heart attack at age twelve. I was very sad, and I hadn't competed in months. My dad could tell my life wasn't complete without show jumping, so Bess was his best idea to help me get threw this rough time. My thoughts of Spartan where erased as I felt myself in the saddle. She was much, much taller than him, and more muscled. She sat more rigid, like she was ready to go, muscles bunched and tensed. I could feel her shift to the left slightly with anticipation. I couldn't help but giggle slightly. "Told ya' she liked to jump." The man said, giving the reins to me. She gnawed slightly on the bit, as I took it into my hands. I nodded, taking a deep breath, before giving her a click. Suddenly we where of the line like a bullet, as she was already heading toward the first jump. I didn't stop her. Surprised by the launch, I lost my position, as I quickly regained my strength, feeling her muscles move underneath me. I gripped the reins, feeling like I was on air. I could see the next jump come closer, and with that came a nervous feeling. But it all lifted away as she jumped with great elegance, and strength, clearing the jump. I didn't even had to turn her ; she whirled around on a dime, as jump two barreled closer. Her muscles tensed quickly, as I felt us soar over the jump. It was the best feeling ever. Spartan was folder, so he never went this fast, or did anything like Bess. It was amazing, I loved it. I laughed the rest of the time, just doing laps around the coarse on her, never wanting this day to end. We where meant for each other, I just knew it.

Before I knew it, she was loaded in the trailer, and I find myself petting her as my dad signed some papers wit the man. I was so happy, and from the window I saw my dad shake hands with the man with a great smile. I turn my head from them, to that wonderful mare - that was now mine. Mine forever. I suddenly felt the urge to cry, wiping away a single ear. I sniffle a little, as Bess nudges my chest, and looked into my eyes. It took only a second of looking into those aqua eyes, that my crying stopped, and it finally soaked in. We where meant for each other, and now we are together - forever.

[all patched up]

Does anybody like her?

[deerly.]

Username:
Oliviaoi
Show Name:
A Brave New Light
Barn Name:
Lilly Pad
Gender:
Mare
Breed:
Appaloosa
How did we meet?:
Many people ask how me and Lilly met. They all say we are such a great team, how did we get this bond? It all started on the summer of '12. I was at my uncles horse farm, he was bringing in a new horse. He said no one wanted her, she was to crazy. He told me i probably needed to stay far, far away from that animal. I went about my business, until i saw the horse come out of the trailer. She was skinny as a rod, i felt so bad for her. My uncle fed her as soon as she got into the corral. I couldn't get over there until later. I brought her an apple, and set it by the fence. Over the next week i did the same thing, only by the end she was taking it from my hand. In another week, i could walk into the corral with her. It took a looong time, but after a while, i could even get a halter and bridle on without trouble. My next step was a ride. I waiting until late at night, then went out. I brought her an apple, and walked in, slipping a bridle on. I lead her towards the fence, gently talking to her. I mounted. It was alright at first, i got her out of the corral, but something scared her. She took off running, me on her back. She didn't stop for a long time, and when she did i wasn't ready, i flipped over her back, falling to the ground. I soon figured out what she had been running from. There was a huge mountain lion after us the whole time. It circled around us, but she stayed in front of me. It pounced on her, but she rolled and i heard its leg snap. It took off running, and she gently got up from the ground. I ran over to her and hugged her neck. I didn't know where we were. She lead us back home, and ever since then, she has been my horse, she protects me and i protect her.

[crow;;]

Username:
texas belle.
Show Name:
Beautiful Bess
Barn Name:
Bess
Gender:
Mare
Breed:
Appaloosa
Height:
15.9 hh
Parents:
Sire is Imperium Prince, and the Dam is Justice Rose.
Disclipline:
Bess usually does English Riding, and her specialty is Show Jumping.
Personality:
Bess is a competitor, and when competing she is in her most concentrated and hard headed mood. She usually is full of herself, and has a short temper, but competing is her natural talent.
When it comes to stallions she is dominant and a renal, disliking them from the start. She usually bucks at them, and gallops the other direction, steering clear of them. But with mares she is demanding, but when she is content with everything, she's quiet and kind. Her short temper is a big problem with her, and even the slightest mishap, she is docile and rude. You can always tell when something is bugging her, because she replies in a sharp, hard tone, and usually tries to be alone. Like I said, Bess loves competing, and is very talented at it, so when it comes to riders or handlers, it becomes tricky. The rider has to have a certain style, and way he rides, or she locks her knees and won't move. If he jerks or yanks on the reins to hard, she spins around, throwing him off. Handling is also a problem, because she wants to go where she wants to go. If the handler tries to hard to be in command, she rears, and kicks, and can be quite a hazard. Only two people have ever mastered riding and handling her, and they say its all being second in command. With Bess' great skills, she knows how to do things correctly on the coarse. So if you sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride, she is a wonderful horse to ride on. Handling takes some persuading, like a carrot - or two. Bess is very complicated and unusual at points, but underneath she is a kind, sweet, happy soul, who just wants to be free ; and be a champion.
A Brief History:
Born on the eighth of September, on a high quality Appaloosa horse breeding ranch, - known as Hillcountry Appaloosa Breeding Assosiation - Bess was bred best of the best, meant for competing, and was trained to do so. Her father Prince was a master at Fox Hunting, and her mother Rose was a queen at Show Jumping. Following in mother's footsteps, Bess was set out on the fast track toward Show Jumping. With the excellent trainers and highly modern ways of training the horses, Bess caught on quick to like competing. When she was two, Bess had completed training, and was ready to be sold for a good block of money. Multiple people put down offers, but was sent to a girl who was a prize winning show jumper. Her last horse, Spartan, had died of an unexpected heart attack. Looking for another horse, her dad found Bess, and made sure she was all his. After about a month of competing for the mare, the dad and his daughter had won her, and Bess had a new home.Bess went to their ranch, which was just as nice as the HABA, she lived happy, winning lots of shows, including championships. Meeting other horses, the family agreed that Bess would be a good breeding horse, so they are hoping to breed her soon with a stallion they are wishing to buy.
Short Story:
As soon as I saw her, I fell in love. Her Chestnut Leopard coat glistened in the sunlight like a thousand stars, and those eyes. That pair of aqua eyes, that shimmered iridescently, as they met mine. She cantered over, tail and mane waving like waterfalls, falling perfectly on her strong neck. Her canter was magnificent, like nothing I've ever seen before. She slowed as she neared the pasture fence, turning to the side slightly, giving a nicker and a toss of her head. She lowered it, as it perched over the wooden barrier, and I raised my hand to her cheekbone. I rubbed, moving slowly to her forehead, then to her snout. She closed her eyes with content for a moment, then she opened, those beautiful eyes holding my gaze. I quit letting, as we stared off into each other's eyes, and at that moment I knew she was perfect. It felt like my stomach was made of butterflies, my knees made of mellow, and my heart up in my throat. I could tell she was feeling the same was as well. We where meant for each other, I just knew it.

The owner offered to let me ride her, jus to make sure she was all my dad was paying for. At that point I didn't care how she rode, I knew it wouldn't matter. But I said yes, giving her a pat as I changed into some riding gear. When I returned, she was tacked in the riding hall, prancing there slowly as he held the reins. I walked slowly up, feeling the wonderful phenomenon I'd felt earlier. My hand brushed her neck, as she let out a large exhale, as to say, "Hi again." I couldn't hold in my smile, as my foot found her stirrup, and I pulled myself up. She was tall, taller than the horse I owned before. Spartan. He was a 14.3 hh black Cob gelding. He died of an unexpected heart attack at age twelve. I was very sad, and I hadn't competed in months. My dad could tell my life wasn't complete without show jumping, so Bess was his best idea to help me get threw this rough time. My thoughts of Spartan where erased as I felt myself in the saddle. She was much, much taller than him, and more muscled. She sat more rigid, like she was ready to go, muscles bunched and tensed. I could feel her shift to the left slightly with anticipation. I couldn't help but giggle slightly. "Told ya' she liked to jump." The man said, giving the reins to me. She gnawed slightly on the bit, as I took it into my hands. I nodded, taking a deep breath, before giving her a click. Suddenly we where of the line like a bullet, as she was already heading toward the first jump. I didn't stop her. Surprised by the launch, I lost my position, as I quickly regained my strength, feeling her muscles move underneath me. I gripped the reins, feeling like I was on air. I could see the next jump come closer, and with that came a nervous feeling. But it all lifted away as she jumped with great elegance, and strength, clearing the jump. I didn't even had to turn her ; she whirled around on a dime, as jump two barreled closer. Her muscles tensed quickly, as I felt us soar over the jump. It was the best feeling ever. Spartan was folder, so he never went this fast, or did anything like Bess. It was amazing, I loved it. I laughed the rest of the time, just doing laps around the coarse on her, never wanting this day to end. We where meant for each other, I just knew it.

Before I knew it, she was loaded in the trailer, and I find myself petting her as my dad signed some papers wit the man. I was so happy, and from the window I saw my dad shake hands with the man with a great smile. I turn my head from them, to that wonderful mare - that was now mine. Mine forever. I suddenly felt the urge to cry, wiping away a single ear. I sniffle a little, as Bess nudges my chest, and looked into my eyes. It took only a second of looking into those aqua eyes, that my crying stopped, and it finally soaked in. We where meant for each other, and now we are together - forever.

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Username:
texas belle.
Show Name:
Beautiful Bess
Barn Name:
Bess
Gender:
Mare
Breed:
Appaloosa
Height:
15.9 hh
Parents:
Sire is Imperium Prince, and the Dam is Justice Rose.
Disclipline:
Bess usually does English Riding, and her specialty is Show Jumping.
Personality:
Bess is a competitor, and when competing she is in her most concentrated and hard headed mood. She usually is full of herself, and has a short temper, but competing is her natural talent.
When it comes to stallions she is dominant and a renal, disliking them from the start. She usually bucks at them, and gallops the other direction, steering clear of them. But with mares she is demanding, but when she is content with everything, she's quiet and kind. Her short temper is a big problem with her, and even the slightest mishap, she is docile and rude. You can always tell when something is bugging her, because she replies in a sharp, hard tone, and usually tries to be alone. Like I said, Bess loves competing, and is very talented at it, so when it comes to riders or handlers, it becomes tricky. The rider has to have a certain style, and way he rides, or she locks her knees and won't move. If he jerks or yanks on the reins to hard, she spins around, throwing him off. Handling is also a problem, because she wants to go where she wants to go. If the handler tries to hard to be in command, she rears, and kicks, and can be quite a hazard. Only two people have ever mastered riding and handling her, and they say its all being second in command. With Bess' great skills, she knows how to do things correctly on the coarse. So if you sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride, she is a wonderful horse to ride on. Handling takes some persuading, like a carrot - or two. Bess is very complicated and unusual at points, but underneath she is a kind, sweet, happy soul, who just wants to be free ; and be a champion.
A Brief History:
Born on the eighth of September, on a high quality Appaloosa horse breeding ranch, - known as Hillcountry Appaloosa Breeding Assosiation - Bess was bred best of the best, meant for competing, and was trained to do so. Her father Prince was a master at Fox Hunting, and her mother Rose was a queen at Show Jumping. Following in mother's footsteps, Bess was set out on the fast track toward Show Jumping. With the excellent trainers and highly modern ways of training the horses, Bess caught on quick to like competing. When she was two, Bess had completed training, and was ready to be sold for a good block of money. Multiple people put down offers, but was sent to a girl who was a prize winning show jumper. Her last horse, Spartan, had died of an unexpected heart attack. Looking for another horse, her dad found Bess, and made sure she was all his. After about a month of competing for the mare, the dad and his daughter had won her, and Bess had a new home.Bess went to their ranch, which was just as nice as the HABA, she lived happy, winning lots of shows, including championships. Meeting other horses, the family agreed that Bess would be a good breeding horse, so they are hoping to breed her soon with a stallion they are wishing to buy.
Short Story:
As soon as I saw her, I fell in love. Her Chestnut Leopard coat glistened in the sunlight like a thousand stars, and those eyes. That pair of aqua eyes, that shimmered iridescently, as they met mine. She cantered over, tail and mane waving like waterfalls, falling perfectly on her strong neck. Her canter was magnificent, like nothing I've ever seen before. She slowed as she neared the pasture fence, turning to the side slightly, giving a nicker and a toss of her head. She lowered it, as it perched over the wooden barrier, and I raised my hand to her cheekbone. I rubbed, moving slowly to her forehead, then to her snout. She closed her eyes with content for a moment, then she opened, those beautiful eyes holding my gaze. I quit letting, as we stared off into each other's eyes, and at that moment I knew she was perfect. It felt like my stomach was made of butterflies, my knees made of mellow, and my heart up in my throat. I could tell she was feeling the same was as well. We where meant for each other, I just knew it.

The owner offered to let me ride her, jus to make sure she was all my dad was paying for. At that point I didn't care how she rode, I knew it wouldn't matter. But I said yes, giving her a pat as I changed into some riding gear. When I returned, she was tacked in the riding hall, prancing there slowly as he held the reins. I walked slowly up, feeling the wonderful phenomenon I'd felt earlier. My hand brushed her neck, as she let out a large exhale, as to say, "Hi again." I couldn't hold in my smile, as my foot found her stirrup, and I pulled myself up. She was tall, taller than the horse I owned before. Spartan. He was a 14.3 hh black Cob gelding. He died of an unexpected heart attack at age twelve. I was very sad, and I hadn't competed in months. My dad could tell my life wasn't complete without show jumping, so Bess was his best idea to help me get threw this rough time. My thoughts of Spartan where erased as I felt myself in the saddle. She was much, much taller than him, and more muscled. She sat more rigid, like she was ready to go, muscles bunched and tensed. I could feel her shift to the left slightly with anticipation. I couldn't help but giggle slightly. "Told ya' she liked to jump." The man said, giving the reins to me. She gnawed slightly on the bit, as I took it into my hands. I nodded, taking a deep breath, before giving her a click. Suddenly we where of the line like a bullet, as she was already heading toward the first jump. I didn't stop her. Surprised by the launch, I lost my position, as I quickly regained my strength, feeling her muscles move underneath me. I gripped the reins, feeling like I was on air. I could see the next jump come closer, and with that came a nervous feeling. But it all lifted away as she jumped with great elegance, and strength, clearing the jump. I didn't even had to turn her ; she whirled around on a dime, as jump two barreled closer. Her muscles tensed quickly, as I felt us soar over the jump. It was the best feeling ever. Spartan was folder, so he never went this fast, or did anything like Bess. It was amazing, I loved it. I laughed the rest of the time, just doing laps around the coarse on her, never wanting this day to end. We where meant for each other, I just knew it.

Before I knew it, she was loaded in the trailer, and I find myself petting her as my dad signed some papers wit the man. I was so happy, and from the window I saw my dad shake hands with the man with a great smile. I turn my head from them, to that wonderful mare - that was now mine. Mine forever. I suddenly felt the urge to cry, wiping away a single ear. I sniffle a little, as Bess nudges my chest, and looked into my eyes. It took only a second of looking into those aqua eyes, that my crying stopped, and it finally soaked in. We where meant for each other, and now we are together - forever.

Congratulations, you win her.^^

[crow;;]

thank you thank you thank you!!!!