Username: Frostbite18
Show Name: Smooth Talker
Barn Name: Casanova and sometimes Cas
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Thoroughbred
Height: 16.1 hands
Age: 3 years
Colour: Dappled Bay
Markings: Star, (tiny heart) snip, coronet, socks
Genes: E/e, A/a
Number For Tack: 12
Design his Tack: You can draw or describe his tack here- the tack bases I have here are the ones to work on. Patterns, colors, etc!
Saddle pad: (Going with real racing colours) lime with number 12 in black. http://www.torontolife.com/wp-content/u ... Racing.jpg
Show Name: Smooth Talker
Barn Name: Casanova and sometimes Cas
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Thoroughbred
Height: 16.1 hands
Age: 3 years
Colour: Dappled Bay
Markings: Star, (tiny heart) snip, coronet, socks
Genes: E/e, A/a
Number For Tack: 12
Design his Tack: You can draw or describe his tack here- the tack bases I have here are the ones to work on. Patterns, colors, etc!
Saddle pad: (Going with real racing colours) lime with number 12 in black. http://www.torontolife.com/wp-content/u ... Racing.jpg
Mask: Neon green with turquoise flecking, (for my ranch there is supposed to be a black rose on the front, so you could just put a black smudge near the middle
Polos: Neon green
Bridle/Reins: Pale leather colour
Saddle: Pale leather, with a small red heart in the bottom corner
Girth: Dark brown and black
A Little Extra
Personality: Casanova is a real ladies man, though you could probably tell that by the name. He is constantly showing off to any mare within sight. Casanova has looks, charm and talent, so very few mares can resist him. On the farm he is very silly, a complete flirt who just wants to run about and look dashing. This is a problem for the handlers because he is often hard to catch and just a pain in general. Nipping and sometimes kicking, grabbing brushes from grooms hands, snagging anything he can take from people ie phones, jewelry or hats are a few of his annoying quirks. However Casanova is a different horse when he is at the track. He means business when he is running, no-one will get in his way to victory.
History: "Jenna! That darn colt is out again!", came the annoyed call of the barn manager. A woman rushed around the corner, her blonde ponytail swinging about behind her. "This is the third time in the last week" she mumbled as she snagged a lead and headed out. The yells of the manager followed her out, she was tired of his constant demands, but she endured him to be with the horses. As she left the shade of the barn and entered the warm sunlight, she blocked her eyes and peered ahead. Yup he was out, the little bay colt was bouncing about by the grain shed. Jenna approached him slowly, her hands reaching out to grab the little guy before he took off.
Casanova's POV
I heard a rustle behind me and whipped around, oh that girl was trying to catch me! Well she wasn't about to ruin my fun! As her hands lunged forth, I bolted past her, leaving her to fall right into all the gran bins with a loud crash. I whinnied loudly, tossing my small head and slowly walked over. I took a hold of her jeans pocket and pulled, a ripping sound was heard as the pocket came free. Just as I went to go enjoy my new prize, her hand swung up and latched onto my mane, and before I knew it she had clipped the lead onto my halter. She stood up with a groan, rubbing her head and gave me a stern look as she retrieved her pocket. I nickered and nosed her hand, "Well ain't you just a little Casanova, making everyone fall at your feet" she chuckled. After that the name stuck.[/center]
2 Years Later
The barn manager and owner decided he couldn't deal with a troublesome young stud like me, so I was sent to the thoroughbred auctions. There were some big name horses foals there, I almost felt like a nobody and worried that no one would want me. When it was my turn, I trotted out as regally as possible. My head carried high and my stride smooth. Some people started to bid, but I was won with a bid of 25,500 by a fierce looking, red haired womyn. I was a little scared but her words and touch were soft and kind. That is when I saw Jenna, her eyes were cloudy and a strange wetness rolled down her cheeks. What was wrong with my dearest groom?
Jenna's POV
I couldn't believe that the farm had just up and sold my dear Casanova, though he was a brat most of the time, I loved that horse. I had stayed at that stable just to take care of him for the most part and now.....he was going to be gone. Suddenly the womyn who had bought him strode up. "Hi there, name is Nyra, yours?" she said in a very straight to the point way. "Jenna" I mumbled, as I tried to hold back the tears. We had a long conversation in which Nyra revealed that she knew I was the horses groom, then quite suddenly she had asked if I wanted to work at her farm.....where Casanova would be staying. I quickly replied with a yes and went to work there the next day. I found Nyra a much better employer and she knew I had a deep connection with Cas. She was so kind that she even let me choose a racing name for him. It only took me two days. then I came to her and proudly said, "His name will be Smooth Talker", too which she smiled widely.
Casanova's POV (End)
I looked out from my paddock, awaiting Jenna's arrival. She always came around now. Today she came a little late, strolling toward me holding something. I recognized it as she approached. It was my halter that she had taken this morning and on the side there was now something golden. As she slipped it over my head I had seen the words, "Smooth Talker", that must be my racing name! Pride filled me as realized this. She patted me on the nose and then wrapped her arms around my neck. I slowly leaned down, grabbed her jeans pocket and ripped it free before taking off across the paddock. I heard her shout of disapproval, then clear joyful laughter. I looked back at her before running over to the other side of the fence, so I could call to all the ladies and tell them about my awesome new racing name. "So girls, who wants to see how fast I can gallop around the paddock" I nickered with a sly look.
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