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Post by X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X on Jul 9, 2006 16:02:25 GMT -5
Name: Age: 4 Breed: Arab Gender: Stallion Color: Dapple Gray Mane and tail: Light gray Personatily: A strong willed stallion who has a temper at sometimes. Reason: Was taken from a Abusive Arab Stable Use: Stud, halter, dressage Pic:  |
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Feb 18, 2007 16:14:06 GMT -5
Sasha looked around the corrals, hoping to find a stallion she could use for stud. The gray stallion seemed to stand out and she walked over. Looking at the information, she saw that he'd been used for stud before. Her eyes scanned the corrals looking for someone from the Rescue who could sell her the stud.
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Post by X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X on Feb 18, 2007 16:37:59 GMT -5
Mark was in his office, trying to find more information on the No-Name stallion. The people they seized him from were so cruel that they wouldn't give them his name. Now he had no owner, no real home, and no name. How cruel fate was. The stallion stood elegantly, watching over the small herd he had in his pen, snorting softly.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Feb 18, 2007 18:25:32 GMT -5
Her eyes wandered to the office, and she wandered over.Hey Mark. She said, announcing her presence.What do you know about the grey stallion?
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Post by X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X on Feb 19, 2007 12:15:48 GMT -5
Mark looked up and saw Sasha, smiling softly.Abit. The owners wouldn't give us his name but the officer did manage to get some information on him, he said, looking at the Arab's file.He is 4 years old, used in stud, halter, and dressage, was taken from a abusive Arab farm thing and is a good boy except for his temper. He glanced over at Sasha.Anything else you wanna know?
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Feb 19, 2007 13:01:40 GMT -5
What sets off his temper usually, do you know? She questioned, watching the no-named stallion watch over his small herd.
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Post by X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X on Feb 19, 2007 14:47:22 GMT -5
Mark began ticking his finger soff as he said,Rain, flies, coyotes, some dogs, cats, turkeys, dirt bikes, bulls, and bee hives. The stallion snorted and rounded up his small herd, trotting to the otherside of the pasture.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Feb 19, 2007 22:38:46 GMT -5
Sasha listened intently and recorded all of these things in her mind.Shouldn't be a problem. What's his price?
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Post by X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X on Feb 20, 2007 20:08:35 GMT -5
Mark checked the stallion's file.No Name is 500, he said softly, running through some of his other information before clicking out.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Feb 20, 2007 20:21:31 GMT -5
Sounds reasonable. She said, writing out the check and putting it on Mark's desk.Shall we go meet him, then? Sasha questioned, looking over to the corral.
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Post by X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X on Feb 20, 2007 20:25:08 GMT -5
Mark nodded and got up, taking the check and heading to the tack shed. He came out with a red lead rope that had flames swirling around it. Giving a sharp whistle, he got the stallion's attention and the Arab trotted over, allowing the lead to be clipped on his halter and lead out. Muscles rippled under his skin, making him look powerful.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Feb 20, 2007 20:31:07 GMT -5
Sasha admired the stallion's conformation, the strong muscles that had been built up over time. He had great potential, and had the build for a halter and dressage horse, which he was. She nodded, smiling.He looks great, Mark. He ready to leave, then?
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Post by X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X on Feb 20, 2007 20:33:34 GMT -5
Mark nodded and handed him over, scratching him on the shoulder quick. The others watched him leave then went back to grazing, the stallion just standing by Sasha and acting regal.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Feb 20, 2007 20:37:25 GMT -5
Sasha took the lead and rubbed the no0named stallion's neck.Let's go, boy. She said, tugging gently on the lead.
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Post by X.Sadistic_~_Samurai.X on Feb 21, 2007 21:03:16 GMT -5
The stallion followed her, his neck arched and his tail lifted like a banter.
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