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Bukiri: Gold Paint Montem Equid

UserName:
silverduststar
Me Name:
Bukiri {Means Golden beauty}
Gender:
Male
Birth Date:
August 8th
Why you want:
Well he is just a beauty. I usually don't adopt horses but he has caught my eye and stollen my heart.
Why you Like:
I love the color black, white, and you saw it comeing: Gold. I have seen this species around I just never really liked him but he is just adorable. The colors mix perfeactly and I can't help but just smiling.
Story:
{When he's old, thought I'd do a sad one ;;}

The moisture in the air on that foggy day caused my broke-in saddle to squeak more than normal. The chill on my hand that held the reins was more than that of the other, but the love that I felt for him was enough to warm my heart. As we made our way back toward home, he did not seem to speed up his pace as much as he used to, and the little bit that he did seemed to cause him to walk with a slight limp. I prayed that it wasn’t because he was hurting. Although he had many years on him, I still felt like he was able to go, but wondered if the weight of the saddle and my body was sometimes too much for him to carry. I didn’t lope him much anymore because I was scared that he couldn’t handle it. Maybe this was all just in my head and he still had it in him. However, I couldn’t help but think of these things.

He would always be beautiful to me, but there was no doubt that he no longer had the solid, muscled body with smooth bay hair like he did when I saw him that first day. His back was now swayed and the few muscles he had sagged and his thick winter hair was dull and wavy. He still had that same stubborn ‘try to have it his way’ attitude that he’d always had, yet riding him seemed more precious and pleasurable each time. Maybe that was because I wondered how many more times I was going to be able to saddle him and enjoy another ride.

I’d had many adventures while riding him over the years. He had taught me how to ride. Many of those rides were wonderful but some were crazy and scary. He had tested me, tried my patience, and made me angry on a number of occasions, but he had never really hurt me. I couldn’t have asked for a better first horse. As I rode him on that late December day, I thought back on all the years and I realized that the hardest part of having a horse was not the bad rides, or the times you may have to walk them for hours because of colic or even picking their messy stall. The hardest part is loving them and realizing that your rides are numbered. The hardest part isn’t the times a horse may buck, kick or bite but when you sense your best days together are behind you.

[NARANDA]

UserName:
NARANDA

ME Name:
Layyin Al Ardsa (Arabic Name for Gentle Hearted)

Gender:
Female

Birth Date:
April 25th

Why you want:
This is an awesome species and the colors are lovely and different.

Why you Like:
I love the colors together and she is absolutely gorgeous!

Story:
WIP! I want to take my time to make a good story.

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UserName:
silverduststar
Me Name:
Bukiri {Means Golden beauty}
Gender:
Male
Birth Date:
August 8th
Why you want:
Well he is just a beauty. I usually don't adopt horses but he has caught my eye and stollen my heart.
Why you Like:
I love the color black, white, and you saw it comeing: Gold. I have seen this species around I just never really liked him but he is just adorable. The colors mix perfeactly and I can't help but just smiling.
Story:
{When he's old, thought I'd do a sad one ;;}

The moisture in the air on that foggy day caused my broke-in saddle to squeak more than normal. The chill on my hand that held the reins was more than that of the other, but the love that I felt for him was enough to warm my heart. As we made our way back toward home, he did not seem to speed up his pace as much as he used to, and the little bit that he did seemed to cause him to walk with a slight limp. I prayed that it wasn’t because he was hurting. Although he had many years on him, I still felt like he was able to go, but wondered if the weight of the saddle and my body was sometimes too much for him to carry. I didn’t lope him much anymore because I was scared that he couldn’t handle it. Maybe this was all just in my head and he still had it in him. However, I couldn’t help but think of these things.

He would always be beautiful to me, but there was no doubt that he no longer had the solid, muscled body with smooth bay hair like he did when I saw him that first day. His back was now swayed and the few muscles he had sagged and his thick winter hair was dull and wavy. He still had that same stubborn ‘try to have it his way’ attitude that he’d always had, yet riding him seemed more precious and pleasurable each time. Maybe that was because I wondered how many more times I was going to be able to saddle him and enjoy another ride.

I’d had many adventures while riding him over the years. He had taught me how to ride. Many of those rides were wonderful but some were crazy and scary. He had tested me, tried my patience, and made me angry on a number of occasions, but he had never really hurt me. I couldn’t have asked for a better first horse. As I rode him on that late December day, I thought back on all the years and I realized that the hardest part of having a horse was not the bad rides, or the times you may have to walk them for hours because of colic or even picking their messy stall. The hardest part is loving them and realizing that your rides are numbered. The hardest part isn’t the times a horse may buck, kick or bite but when you sense your best days together are behind you.

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