09:54:37 Luna The Gene Queen 09:54:17 Grace, Goose, Paris Luna Thank you very excited for them |
09:53:48 Chey / Star Is this match okay? -HEE Click- |
09:53:36 Midnight -HEE Click- need help matching her have her brood for next month |
09:53:13 Luna The Gene Queen Very nice Grace! Good luck on those two |
09:51:42 Luna The Gene Queen Shes pretty Rattlesnake but due to her dams lack of rating and her dams pedigree I doubt she will rate well.
Also, just a reminder you need to spell your words out it's in the chat rules XD |
09:51:10 Grace, Goose, Paris Exactly, like these matches (muahaha) -HEE Click- -HEE Click- |
09:50:06 -HEE Click- thoughts on her? cant rate untill tmmr |
09:49:48 Luna The Gene Queen Or at least try to get better foals Lol random factor plays a part in it too |
09:49:42 Grace, Goose, Paris 09:48:56 Luna The Gene Queen Oh that means the person tracked their training in the training box. Each bar shows how much they went up each week in their training for that trait. It's to help match when breeding that horse to another to track for strengths so they can be matched properly to help get better rated foals |
09:48:29 Grace, Goose, Paris The numbers are tracking the horses training guage |
09:48:11 Their training bar thats how we keep track of training |
09:47:20 Opal finally sent my best boy to the laboratory for a make over -Click- |
09:47:08 like week 4 and then the numbers, what do the numbers mean |
09:46:41 mav/maverick this song is literally a spooky eerie chill down my spine... Transgender by Crystal Castles |
09:46:13 Luna The Gene Queen Rattlesnake, what W### thing? |
09:45:22 Grace, Goose, Paris I'm in love with this game... look at girl -HEE Click- Beautiful color and wk4 |
09:43:35 Luna The Gene Queen Heya Mav 😊
Also I do agree with Mav on that while I know you want to get appy. The training isn't going to do much good if she isnt tracked as she probably wont match him. That and I'm sure there are other boys who would be better than have appy also |
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I remember that day like it was yesterday. I remember the cheering, and the smile on Kate's face as she stepped onto that podium. There was a gold circle hanging from a ribbon on her chest, and she held the trophy in her hands. She had stepped down, and placed her medal on my neck. "You deserve this more than me," she whispered, as she hugged me. The bit was tight on my mouth, the girth straining my stomach; but I didn't mind. Kate was proud of me.
I also remember the day it changed, around two months days after we came back from the competitions. I was in my stall, warm and dry from the heaters both below and above. Kate and two other men were arguing outside. It was disrupting my rest. "You can't sell him!" Kate was saying, her blue eyes flashing briefly. She never used that tone, not even when I refused jumps or did a collected trot instead of extended. One man sighed. "We have been though this, Miss Almonquist. The Akhal-Teke belongs to Glacier Peak Stables, not you. I'll sell him any time I want." He was tall, and could be considered handsome. Dressed smartly in a dark blue suit, he had not a single piece of hay on him. Kate looked down, her black hair fell out of her hairnet. I wanted to run out and comfort her. "Now," the other man, who was quite short, said. "You say he won gold in dressage and cross at the Olympics, Mr. Tranger?" He asked. The taller man nodded. "And silver in jumping," he added quickly. "However, the vet didn't know whether he will recover fully from that fall. His bone healed, but his muscled have all deteriorated." Kate had walked away. I would have called out to say goodbye, if I knew that this was the last time I was going to see her.
Let me know if you guys want more. Edited at September 28, 2018 11:48 PM by Celestial Estates
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Oh yes, please continue! Your style and details, while moving the story along, makes it an enjoyable read.
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(Thanks, Dimrill!)
That night, I was left alone in my stall. However, I could not sleep, even though the barn was dim and the other stallions quiet. As the hours passed, I paced my stall, anxiously pawing at the bedding. From the open barn door, I watched at the eastern sky paled, then pink streaks rose from the horizon. Around me, the others horses woke; and began nickering among themselves. "That's him there, the pretty cremello." A human voice said. I glanced back towards the door. The same short man from last night approached, along with two others. They all carried crops. One man snickered. "Wonder how much he'd go for. Not more than a grand, I'll say." He had a angular and light face, with dark eyes and hair. His companion, on the other hand, was darker in skin tone, and had the same eyes. "I just want our commission, Mark. Grab the stallion and let's go." The short man waited at the entrance, as Mark and the other man forced a rope halter onto my head. I snapped my teeth, and attempted to bite Mark's arm. A painful swing of the crop in his hand closed my mouth. <div style="text-align: left;">"That always fixes 'em, Steve." Mark told the other man, who grinned with dirty and yellow teeth. Steve clipped on a lead, and jerked my head forward. I pinned back my ears, and raised my front hoof in an effort to kick Steve. <div style="text-align: left;">Mark sighed. "This stable got any chains? I think this one may be a tad feisty." He called to the short man waiting at the entrance. He nodded, and went into the tack room by the door. Steve smacked the crop on my leg again. <div style="text-align: left;">After around two minutes, the short man returned. In his hands, he carried a metal chain. "Put 'em on him," He ordered. <div style="text-align: left;">Steve held my front hooves firmly, as Mark fastened the chain around my forelegs. They rose, and I found a sharp pain whenever I lifted a hoof.<div style="text-align: left;">"I think that's too tight. He can't even walk." Steve whispered to Mark.<div style="text-align: left;">Mark shrugged. "Eh, long as he isn't dead, we'll get our money. Now move along, pussy." Steve nodded and said no more. Mark jerked the lead, and I was forced to step painfully outside the barn. <div style="text-align: left;">I was led into a trailer, where the lead was removed. "You sure we shouldn't get any trailer stuff for 'im?" Steve questioned.<div style="text-align: left;">"Shut it already, Steve!" Mark hissed. "Like I said, if he ain't dead, we get paid." The two men closed the trailer with a loud bang, and left. I tried to look out the small window, but even at 17 hands, I wasn't tall enough. I wanted desperately to see Kate again. Why isn't she here?
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I love this story! Now you're making me wonder what's going to happen next. Edited at October 4, 2018 02:25 PM by Vanished Lands
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