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Post by Carcinals Pride on Jul 16, 2007 16:04:20 GMT -5
The guy walked through town, crestfallen, carrying the flyers of the white filly. Sighing as he tacked up a large piece of paper, he ran his hand down it before going to all of the others places. Walking into a few feed stores, he posted the papers and left. He felt horrible about selling the filly, but money was tight and the money the would get from selling the mare would help. Putting up the last flyer, he walked down the road The flyer read:
Registered Name: Carcinals Pride
Call Name: Pride
Breed: Thoroughbred
Age: 2
Gender: Filly
Color/Markings: White
Discipline: Racing, but has the prospect for Jumping.
Information:
A fantastic spirit resides in this filly for racing.Her form is spectacular as her temperment.
Asking Price:
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Post by Victoria Rosenthal on Jul 17, 2007 17:39:22 GMT -5
Driving down a beaten highway, Vicky took notice of all the horse-related stores that were on each side of the road she was traveling on. Her mission at this point was to pick up a few bags of feed for a friend of hers that kept her horses on her own property. Only one feed store in the area carried this feed, which was strictly for mature horses in moderate work. This friend of hers specialized in raising horses to still be used for showing well into their golden years without risking their health. She worked on adding certain things to this feed to make her little mix that all her charges seemed to thrive on.
On her right she noticed the sign for Bill's All-Purpose Feed Store. It was a fairly small building, looking a little rustic on the outside with a light-up sign that only worked with certain letters. Vicky cut the engine of her big Chevy truck and hopped on out. The automatic doors slid open slowly as the fresh smell of grain and horse feed wafted towards her like a big wave. She inhaled a big breath, always enjoying the smell of horse fodder. She walked over to the usual spot where she found the feed she was to pick up, right under and around the bulletin board where sale ads, rental ads, and several other kinds of papers were posted. Most were of apartments for rent and occasionally a horse for sale or lease came up. Vicky always liked browsing them. She was looking for a prospect for herself anyway, but wasn't really into going to see the horses. Just looking was fun.
Her brown eyes ran from paper to paper, skipping over the real-estate ads and looking for the ones with at least one picture of a four-legged furry animal with hooves. Her gaze slid to a stop like a professional reining horse at the end of it's pattern as she noticed a white filly. A racer. Vicky had trained off the track Thoroughbreds before. It was a process, but she had the time and patience to handle it. Providing this was a good horse. Her snow white coat and big, soft brown eyes just seemed to say something to her. She felt that meeting this filly would be a good idea. Deciding to give it a shot, Vicky fished in her pockets and pulled out her red Samsung. Her fingers pressed the numbers on the keypad as she read them from the paper. All she had to do now was wait for an answer...
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Post by Carcinals Pride on Jul 17, 2007 18:45:14 GMT -5
The cell phones chirp beeped every so often. Picking up the phone, he looked at the number and flipped it open.Placing it on his ear, he began his conversation.
Hello?
Yes, I`m the one who put the filly for sale.
Alright we could talk it over. Where are you?
Oh, I`m in the same building, let me find you, bye.
Flipping it back down and stocking it in his pocket again, he hurried through the store , looking for the girl. Seeing her looking at the ad for the sale, he stepped up next to her. Extending his hand, he said,
Hi, so you like Carcinal?
He hoped he could find a buyer, but he didn`t know he would find one this quick. He had gotten another promise ot look at the filly from a breeder, but had offered to low for any profit.Waiting for her answer, his eyes skipped quietly over the rest of the ads, seeing a few more horses for sale, but mostly feed and businesses. |
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Post by Victoria Rosenthal on Jul 17, 2007 18:54:52 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry to be a pain, but remember those spaces after your sentences. Your posts are good, Carcinal, but just remember that one thing.  Vicky smiled as she spoke to the young man who apparently owned this gorgeous filly. Lucky for the both of them, he was in the feed store with her as well. What luck she was having today! Maybe a bit on the weird side, but she brushed it aside since it was working in her favor anyways. Within minutes the man appeared near her and the bulletin board where Pride was advertised. She figured he probably just posted the ad and didn't leave the store yet.
The man looked friendly and extended his hand greeting. She took it in hers, shaking it lightly before pulling it away and verbally greeting him. "Yeah, she looks very promising from the ad. I love working with racers or ex-racers. By the way, my name's Vicky. So, when would be a good time to meet her up close and in person?," she asked. Her sentences came out a bit quick in excitement, but her expression was that of a calm and content being. She smiled as she waited for a response from him.
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Post by Carcinals Pride on Jul 17, 2007 18:58:44 GMT -5
Shaking it slightly, he thought for a moment where they could meet. He didn`t have any problems where they should meet or where she could ride. It would be better to have a track to race on, but he didn`t know to much about the stables around the place. Thinking for a moment as he looked at Pride`s picture and form, he looked at her thoughtfully saying,
Well, I can leave that up to you. Whatevers better for you mostly is the way I work.
Being nice was the best thing to do. He neevr had enough room for a good workout at his place, only when she was raced. Sighing, he looked at the picture and thought silently, I`ll miss you. |
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Post by Victoria Rosenthal on Jul 17, 2007 19:06:36 GMT -5
Vicky listened to his words and thought. Hm, she was probably only raced at his place. Since Vicky wasn't looking for a racer, she tried to think up another way to try her out. Racking her brain for ideas, one suddenly hit her. "Well, would I be able to throw a regular saddle on her? If so, do you think it would be possible to trailer her over to my barn? Our facilities are great and there's plenty of room. It's not too far from here either," she explained, hoping this would work out well. She thought is was really nice of him to offer to do whatever's best for her instead of for him, as most sellers did. It showed he cared about the horse's well-being and her future. This was extremely important.
Not only could Vicky sense it, but she could see it in his eyes that he obviously cared about this mare. This only heightened her already rising suspicion of her being something spectacular. Racehorses weren't easy to break as saddle-horses, but with the right training and a kind trainer, it wasn't anywhere near impossible. Vicky had the expierience and the caring nature to do it. The facilities would also help. Whitecross would be perfect for re-training her for riding. She would be perfectly happy. Still smiling, she awaited an answer, wondering if maybe this was too good to be true. Or was it just her mind thinking the worst?
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Post by Carcinals Pride on Jul 17, 2007 19:13:54 GMT -5
Coming out of his thoughts, he listened thoughtfully to her words. Yes, it would be easier to trailer her somewhere else for a ride or trail. Nodding to her he said,
Yes, you will be able to put a regular saddle on her. Thats great. Is it okay if I bring her over later in the day, I have some other horses I have to deal with at home?
It was true, two of his mares had foaled a few months ago, and training would be ready for both colts. Looking at the girl for a moment longer, he looked back up and said,
I hope the price isn`t a problem.
Sometimes, he would find breeders and trainers that offered to low and to much of a problem with alot of the thoroughbreds he had. |
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Post by Victoria Rosenthal on Jul 17, 2007 19:23:44 GMT -5
Vicky nodded gratefully. She was practically jumping up and down in her head about this. SHe had been looking for so long but never felt such a connection through a simple piece of paper. This mare would hopefully be just as great in reality as in her mind. "Yeah that's perfectly fine. Take your time with the other horses, as I'll be at the barn all day. The place is called Whitecross Stables. There's a few big signs on any of the major highways around here that will point you in the right direction. If you need help getting there, just give me a call," she smiled, knowing he had her number on his calls list. "I look forward to seeing you and Pride later," she smiled. She shook his hand gratefully, smiled politely, and said goodbye.
She walked off to her big truck and started im' up before turning back onto the highway and heading for the barn. She couldn't wipe the smile off her face just yet. Things were going good for her lately, and hopefully this filly would be the icing on the cake.
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