Post by Freedom on Mar 8, 2008 20:22:12 GMT -5
There was a enclosed ring in the auction area. It was noticeable, but the day was early, so not very many people were. The number of horses were few. The place was still trying to get up and running maybe. In the ring was a large black thoroughbred. He was a beauty, but he needed a lot of work. There was a sign posed outside his ring as the auctioneer made his rounds about the grounds.
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PICTURE
The stallion would occasionally graze on the small amounts of grass that patched parts of the small enclosure. Other than that he would prance around from fence to fence. He was mellow because he had been at this place for at least a couple days now. The auction had been closed due to whether, and they had not put him in a stall due to his strong dislike for those kinds of living quarters. They also did not want the challenge of moving him. It was not so much as he was aggressive, it was just a lack of handling. He was still young and even though he had been moved several times he did not like the thought of interacting with a human. They confused him and sometimes frightened him.
His jet black coat shone in the early morning sun. The few white markings where slightly dirty because he did not let the men close enough to keep them clean. He was shy, but he was fierce. His build was strong and stride well gates. He had never once been on a track, and had only once been put under the saddle. It would be an adventure to see how far he would go.
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PICTURE
name;; Gambler of Hearts (Gambler)
registered?;; yes
age;; two
breed;; pure thoroughbred
gender;; stallion
training;; started racing (prospect)
height;; expected at 17 hands
bloodlines;; secretariat found
starting bid;; see auction manager
The stallion would occasionally graze on the small amounts of grass that patched parts of the small enclosure. Other than that he would prance around from fence to fence. He was mellow because he had been at this place for at least a couple days now. The auction had been closed due to whether, and they had not put him in a stall due to his strong dislike for those kinds of living quarters. They also did not want the challenge of moving him. It was not so much as he was aggressive, it was just a lack of handling. He was still young and even though he had been moved several times he did not like the thought of interacting with a human. They confused him and sometimes frightened him.
His jet black coat shone in the early morning sun. The few white markings where slightly dirty because he did not let the men close enough to keep them clean. He was shy, but he was fierce. His build was strong and stride well gates. He had never once been on a track, and had only once been put under the saddle. It would be an adventure to see how far he would go.
