Post by summer's july breeze, on Jul 18, 2007 16:12:53 GMT -5
name, sophie
nickname, ...sophie.
age, 16
gender, girl
characters, Raadin Shai;July's Summer Breeze
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show name, July's Summer Breeze
barn name, July
age, four
color, chestnut
markings, stripe and four white stockings
gender, mare
height, 15 hh
breed, Standardbred
riding discipline, retired harness racer, trained under english for one year.
description, july is a gorgeous mare, with a fiery chestnut color, four neat white stockings reaching her knees, and a long white stripe down her face. Her conformation is typical of her breed, muscular with a long body, short, and a high-set neck.
attitude, july is a spirited mare, she's not a begginners' horse. She isn't overly spooky, but she's spooky and wary around grown men(see history). She has a slight habit of bucking, but it's somethhing that can be dealt with. July is a very playful mare. Watch out with her around cones, she'll kick them over on purpose.
history, July was born at a Standardbred breeding/racing farm. Her sire was an average racer, but her mother was a champion on the track, and July was expected to live up to her mother's name. But she came in dead last in her maiden race at age two. But she became better, and ended her career at age three with three wins. But it wasn't good enough for her home stable to keep her as a broodmare, and they sent her off to a training stable miles away from her home. Her trainer, a man. His tactic, not all that great. His job was to train her for English Pleasure, but instead, he sent back a mare afraid of men and with a developing bucking problem under saddle. But her owners see her fit to sell, and so they are.
example, The day was bright and clear, the sun was high in the sky. The scent of summer was prominent, making the filly even more excited as she was unloaded from the trailer. As soon as all four hooves were on the ground, she let a little rear loose. It felt good to be out of there, even though July's Summer Breeze was used to trailering. But the rearing was unacceptable, and her groom tugged on the lead rope. July came down, tossing her dial. She knew what she was here to do. She was here to race and run.
Two hours later, the filly was hitched to the sulky, the jockey in the back. He was talking to her, even though July couldn't understand his words, she did understand what he wanted. A win. July wanted it too, more then anything. Her career start was less then perfect, but she had won her last race. July knew this because of all the attention she'd gotten. The carrots, the pats, the kind words. She wanted that again.
The horses were lined up now, and July was forced to stay still. Her stilts were itching to move. She had to run, to begin that trot, the pace, that gait that lived to run, and loved to run. July couldn't wait. She sprang foward. The reins tugged, and there were shouts of protest from the other jockeys. A man jumped foward and grabbed her bridle, pulling the chestnut filly back into place. July was indignant. Was this not was she supposed to do? July tossed her dial and the man backed up. It was just as well, because seconds later, the horses were signaled to start. The Standardbred filly bolted foward into a pace, surging foward, ahead of the pack.
Humans.
BANJO!
nickname, ...sophie.
age, 16
gender, girl
characters, Raadin Shai;July's Summer Breeze
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show name, July's Summer Breeze
barn name, July
age, four
color, chestnut
markings, stripe and four white stockings
gender, mare
height, 15 hh
breed, Standardbred
riding discipline, retired harness racer, trained under english for one year.
description, july is a gorgeous mare, with a fiery chestnut color, four neat white stockings reaching her knees, and a long white stripe down her face. Her conformation is typical of her breed, muscular with a long body, short, and a high-set neck.
attitude, july is a spirited mare, she's not a begginners' horse. She isn't overly spooky, but she's spooky and wary around grown men(see history). She has a slight habit of bucking, but it's somethhing that can be dealt with. July is a very playful mare. Watch out with her around cones, she'll kick them over on purpose.
history, July was born at a Standardbred breeding/racing farm. Her sire was an average racer, but her mother was a champion on the track, and July was expected to live up to her mother's name. But she came in dead last in her maiden race at age two. But she became better, and ended her career at age three with three wins. But it wasn't good enough for her home stable to keep her as a broodmare, and they sent her off to a training stable miles away from her home. Her trainer, a man. His tactic, not all that great. His job was to train her for English Pleasure, but instead, he sent back a mare afraid of men and with a developing bucking problem under saddle. But her owners see her fit to sell, and so they are.
example, The day was bright and clear, the sun was high in the sky. The scent of summer was prominent, making the filly even more excited as she was unloaded from the trailer. As soon as all four hooves were on the ground, she let a little rear loose. It felt good to be out of there, even though July's Summer Breeze was used to trailering. But the rearing was unacceptable, and her groom tugged on the lead rope. July came down, tossing her dial. She knew what she was here to do. She was here to race and run.
Two hours later, the filly was hitched to the sulky, the jockey in the back. He was talking to her, even though July couldn't understand his words, she did understand what he wanted. A win. July wanted it too, more then anything. Her career start was less then perfect, but she had won her last race. July knew this because of all the attention she'd gotten. The carrots, the pats, the kind words. She wanted that again.
The horses were lined up now, and July was forced to stay still. Her stilts were itching to move. She had to run, to begin that trot, the pace, that gait that lived to run, and loved to run. July couldn't wait. She sprang foward. The reins tugged, and there were shouts of protest from the other jockeys. A man jumped foward and grabbed her bridle, pulling the chestnut filly back into place. July was indignant. Was this not was she supposed to do? July tossed her dial and the man backed up. It was just as well, because seconds later, the horses were signaled to start. The Standardbred filly bolted foward into a pace, surging foward, ahead of the pack.
Humans.
BANJO!
