[MustangKnight]

 Owner       >>> ShadyBro
 Name                >>> Jag
 Gender         >>> Female
 Adoption Price         >>> x
 Training         >>> [Fully Trained]
  =====
  . energetic
  . keen
  . challenges everything

 Offspring;
 none
 Parent;
 Sire
 Dam

 [Discipline >>>>> ]
 [Shows Entered > R: W: E:]
 [Shows Won >>>> R: W: E:]

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 [Eh > ] [Ws > ]
 [Wp > ] [Wt > ]
 [Rf > ] [Rs > ]

[KathrynKat]

reminder she has a name, Jag.

Forgot to train her
mostly because I was selling XD

[ShadyBro]

Ill be sure to take good care of her hun, thank you <3
Adopted 2015-07-18, 10:29 pm

[ShadyBro]

First Touch

"It was late when a truck pulled up into the driveway. A large trailer shook back and fourth as the sound of feet stomping about echoed off the steel. I still couldnt believe I had gotten one of ZeKorra's foals, and a gorgeous filly none the less. She was an energetic little thing, and I had been told she had quite the personality to her. I greeted the man who was dropping her off, and he gave me her papers and gave me a cheery "Good luck!" before unlocking the trailer gate and jogging back to his vehicle. I shrugged and opened the trailer, coaxing my new girl out with a handful of mice. I tossed a few to her and watched as her powerful jaws snapped them up in one bite. Once she was closer to me I gently slid a lead rope over her head with one hand, letting her nibble at the treats in my other. She tugged at the rope with one foot, shaking her head and snorting at me in confusion. I hushed her and pulled at the lead, hoping she would just follow along. By the time we got into the barn the truck had sped away, and the filly was quite annoyed. She continued to pull at the lead she wiggle about, almost jogging in place as we walked. I snatched a chicken out of the food bin and waved it in front of her nose. She munched on it slowly, staring at me, as I opened up her stall gate. She seemed a little wary of my intentions, but as soon as I tossed most of the chicken into the back corner she snorted, tossing her head and whipping the gate closed with her tail on the way in. She definitely had one heck of a personality. She slurped down her meal and came back toward the gate, and I fed her the rest of the mangled pieces of bird as I stroked her neck. I still couldnt believe I had really managed to get her, my precious little Jag."

[ShadyBro]

First Saddle

"It was early morning when I went out to the barn, a brand new black leather saddle draped over my shoulder. Only the finest for my darling Jag, as on the other shoulder a freshly tanned albino coyote pelt hung loosely. Its plush white fur was to act as Jag's new saddle pad, and I had managed to stitch a soft velvet material into the underside of the skin. I even managed to fix myself up a new bridal, which I had beaded with amethyst gems and plated in gold. Even the tail cover had been beautifully braided with flowing tassels and beads. I had been working closely with Jag over the past few weeks, training constantly to make sure she would behave under the saddle. She had picked up some of the commands very slowly, though it seemed like she enjoyed working with me to a point. I praised her more often than not, and whenever she failed to follow a step my reprimands were light, to say the least. I called out to her as soon as I entered the barn, and watched as her nose sniffed around over the gate. I had almost forgotten to grab her a treat before I came in. I kicked the food bin open with my foot and grabbed a rat tail with my toes, tossing it up and catching it on top of the saddle. The splat of its cold frozen body sent the other neras into a frenzy, and all sorts of snorting and clicking commenced. I sighed, setting down the saddle and grabbing more treats for the rest of them. Pushing the tack towards Jag's stall door, I went around the barn and treated and loved upon all my neras. When I got back to jag, she was shoved halfway under the gate, sniffing down the tack. She seemed especially interested in her saddle pad, so I laid it over the stall door while I set everything else up. She licked the fur and spat, then went back to nuzzle the velvet underside. I chuckled at her and led her out of her stall, tossing the tack back over my shoulders and taking her out to the loading post. I tied her to the bar and brought the saddle pad over her back. She turned to sniff at it, but found it to be less interesting this time. I did the same with the saddle and began hooking and latching straps, again with little to no reaction. She seemed fairly calm on the matter. I grabbed her bridal and showed her the bit, and when she opened her mouth to lick at it and gently placed it between her teeth. Like most neras she was startled at the sudden coldness of the metal, but once I pulled it up over her head and seemed to calm down and adjust easily. I praised her, testing the straps and marking edges that needed a little clipping or restitching, and then removed everything slowly. She seemed relieved at having all of that heavy leather removed at first, yet also a little antsy, as if she had been looking forward to something more. I fed her the lower half of a rat and then re-saddled her, continuing the cycle a few times. When she was fully used to it, taking the bit on command, I decided she was ready for our next step.."

[ShadyBro]

First Ride

"...I tentatively placed a foot in the stirrup, balancing my other precariously on the edge of the loading blocks. I had Jag's reins pulled taught to keep her still, as my other hand was gripped onto her saddle. I pulled myself up, having to put a bit of a jump into it to get all the way up, and tossed my leg over the side. Jag reared slightly, huffing and chomping the bit with terrifying force. She bucked back and fourth, light on her feet, most likely as a warning more than anything. I had been tossed off hundreds of times by horses, but falling off of a nera was much more dangerous and therefore even more terrifying. I yelled a rough "Nein! Stopp!" at her, yanking the reins close to saddle. She jerked her head back and pinned her ears on me, and I realized she seemed to understand German commands better than she had ever understood English. Perhaps she just liked the way it sounded, or maybe she had been raised around German speakers, but it was actually a pretty common thing for animals to respond better in general to the language. I had already taught my other neras the commands in both languages, but perhaps I could just use german on her instead? I loosened the reins and spoke a softer command "Vorwarts. Zu fub.", and pressed my palms down on her withers. She relaxed and walked forward, a slow gangly gait. I praised her immensely and spoke another command, "Schneller. Trab.". She increased her gait, and trotted around the ring lightly. We continued this all afternoon, repeating commands and making sure she understood 'Stop' and 'No' better than anything. By the end of the day she was panting with exhaustion, as was I. I undid all her tack, tossing the sweaty leather and cloth into a heap beside the post, swearing to get to cleaning it whenever later came. I praised Jag with an armful of fresh treats, and let her rest in her stall the rest of the night."

[ShadyBro]

By Royal | By Me

[KathrynKat]

By Royal

In case you not ever known, pretty sure it's listed, you aren't allowed to get bonus points for work others did

[ShadyBro]

Oh I know c: I just like getting fanart of my darlings in art trades ^^