[SerenWish]

bliss;
#3371

Name:
Age: 12
Breed: Mustang
Color: Gray (Black Base)
Gender: Gelding
Markings: None
Height: 15.3 hands
Special/Fear/Vice: This gelding has a quieter personality, and for an interesting reason- despite being banged up due to his pale coat and rough life style, he seems to have some draft blood way back in him! Before the BLM shaved his fetlocks to make sure they were clear, he had wispy feathering (not full feathers) on his legs.
Notes: His heavier build seem to suggest a strain of farm blood in his veins. He may be suited for harness work.
Genetics: E/E, a/a, G/g

[peachy keen-]

//flails around
Oh my goodness, I love him! because I'm on vacation I can't get on my laptop cause there is no internet, though I still will try and do some stuff.

[peachy keen-]

♞ Ｇｈｏｓｔ Ｗｈｉｓｐｅｒ ♞
{Show Name} Ghost Whisper
{Barn Name} Whisper/Wisp
{Age} 12
{Breed} Mustang
{Color} Gray (Black Base)
{Gender} Gelding
{Markings} None
{Height} 15.3 hands
{Special/Fear/Vice} This gelding has a quieter personality, and for an interesting reason- despite being banged up due to his pale coat and rough life style, he seems to have some draft blood way back in him! Before the BLM shaved his fetlocks to make sure they were clear, he had wispy feathering (not full feathers) on his legs.
{Notes} His heavier build seem to suggest a strain of farm blood in his veins. He may be suited for harness work.
{Genetics} E/E, a/a, G/g

[peachy keen-]

Diary Entry
Well, tomorrow I pick up my new horse! ...If I can win her at the auction. She's so perfect.
I saw a stallion there too. A gelding, I mean. He was nice, but I am set on that mare.


Day 0: Receiving the Gelding

A pair of chocolate brown eyes blinked open. A girl with unruly brown hair sat up in bed. That girl is me. I’m nineteen years old and, yes, I still live with my parents. It’s not because I spend my days playing video games or anything. I combed my fingers through my bedhead hair and tossed my fluffy blue comforter off of myself. It was then that I noticed the alarm clock beeping at me. I slapped the “snooze” button, getting out of bed. I quickly braided my hair, slipped on a turquoise tank top and some mid-thigh length jean shorts. Then, I made my way downstairs and into the kitchen, where my mother and my little brother, Cody were.
“Arwen! There you are. Hurry up and eat. We’re going to be late!” My mother hollered. Yes, my name is Arwen, and before you ask, yes, it is from Lord of the Rings. I get that question a lot.
“I’m not hungry.” I answered, but from the look Mother gave me I decided otherwise and grabbed an apple, biting into it, the juice running down my chin.
“Wen!” Cody reached out to me. “Where you goin’?”
“I will come back with a surprise,” I answered, picking the two-year-old out of his highchair, kissing his sticky cheek.
“Yay!!” He squirmed down and ran into the living room.
“I’ll drive,” I told Mother, grabbing my car keys and running outside, hopping into the driver’s side of my cherry red 95’ Chevy truck. My mother and I were going to a horse auction. I had my eye on a strawberry roan mare. She was gentle, sweet, and such a beauty. Mother then jumped in and we drove to the auction.
As we arrived I hopped out and into the auction building, walking over to the stalls where the horses were kept. The mare I had my eye on whickered at me.
“Hey, girl,” I rubbed her nose.
“Arwen! Come on, the auction is starting!” Mother called.
I slid into a seat next to her, watching as many horses were sold. The skinny, ones that spooked or bit, and the sickly ones didn’t get any bids. I remember, once when I came here when I was really little, a boy sitting next to me told me that they went to the Glue Factory. I don’t think I believed him.
I hadn’t paid much attention to the horses, waiting for the roan to come out, but when a heavy grey gelding was coaxed out from his stall into the arena, somehow, my heart went out to him. He was trying to be brave, I know, but I could see the fear behind his dark eyes.
Before I knew what I was doing, I raised the sign with our number on it. “2,000!” I shouted. Mother looked over at me.
“Weren’t you going to buy the roan?” She hissed.
“I—” What was I doing? I didn’t know. All I did was shake my head. “He needs me. I know it sounds cheesy, but he does. And I think … I think I need him too.”
She huffed, but nodded.

It seemed like someone else wanted him, but I kept raising my sign, and finally won him over the other person. We made our way outside, where the guy holding him still handed me the lead rope.
It was [surprisingly] easy to get the gelding into the trailer, and we drove hack home. Sam was waiting for us in the driveway. “Wen, wen! Surprise!” He gurgled, running up to me.
I smiled down at my brother. “Hold on, Cody.” I opened the trailer and led the gelding out.
“Horsey!” Cody reached out to touch the gelding, but he laid his ears flat against his skull.
“No, no, Cody! This boy isn’t used to humans yet. Why don’t you ask Mamma if she can help you ride Sugar?” I asked, shooing him off.
“Otay!” Cody skipped off to find Mother.
I looked at the gelding. “You would be so much more handsome if you had a good grooming, wouldn’t you?” I whispered.
He nickered softly.
“That’s my good boy.” I then led him to the pasture, letting him roam around and be curious. He approached me several times, but never got too close. He was very wary. He was shy but curious, calm yet fiery. I smiled to myself. I had made the right choice.

[peachy keen-]

so, today I was thinking of names for my gelding. names keep popping up, but i can't decide on something that fits him! arghhh.


Day 1: Naming Ghost Whisper

The next day I woke up before the sun, and headed out to the pasture. Cody had wanted to come with me, but I persuaded him to stay inside and finish his breakfast. I made my way towards the fence, hopped over it, and sat down in the soft, green grass. The gelding was whinnying frantically, running around the sides of the fence. As he caught sight of me, his swiveled, and he looked at me. He sure was curious. Curious and somewhat quiet. Strange for a wild horse, especially since he hadn’t been around humans very much. He made a low ‘brrr’ noise, and then whinnied again, his eyes widening. He reared up and smacked the fence with his hooves, though with no avail. I could tell he was older, just by looking at him. Maybe … 10 – 12 years? I sat down and watched him for an hour. He seemed to be calming down a bit, he even approached me, but stayed a good ways away. That was okay with me. Once Sugar – my mother’s Quarter Horse, trotted up against the fence [She was in a different area] and whinnied to the gelding. The gelding seemed to take an interest in Sugar, and trotted up to the edge of his fence. The two even rubbed noses! It was amazing. Maybe in a week or two I’d let them be in the same pasture. Maybe.
Around lunch-time, Mother called me in to eat. She asked how it was going, and I responded: “Good. The gelding seems to really like Sugar’s company.”
Mother chuckled. “Well, that’s good. Have you thought of any names for him?”
Cody suddenly burst in. “Jackie! Name ‘im Jackie!”
I smiled at my little brother, “How about when you get your own horse you can name him Jack?”
“Otay,” was his quiet response.
After dinner I went back to the pasture. Suddenly, the gelding cantered up to me. I thought he might try and trample me, but a few feet before he reached me, he stopped, nickered, and pressed his soft muzzle into my hand. It was then I noticed the beauty of his coat. It reminded me of a Ghost. That’s it! I would name him Ghost. It actually seemed a little plain, so I added ‘Whisper’ to it, because he was so quiet. ‘Ghost Whisper’ would be his name. ‘Whisper’ or ‘Wisp’ for short. I smiled at the gelding. “So, do you think Ghost Whisper suits you well, boy?”
I’m sure he didn’t understand me, but he bobbed his head.
“I think so too.” I smiled.
His name was Whisper. Ghost Whisper.