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"Yes but watch this" she did her experiment again holding up the different halters, the only one getting a distinct reaction was the blue one. He pawed at the door, his ears pinned against his head, his teeth barred again. "I wonder why he hates it so much..." she said as she lowered the halter
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Tyler watched carefully, running a hand through his black hair and letting out a breath. "Well, maybe someone abused him... possibly with a blue whip, or a blue crop. Maybe he got traumatized with something blue... some people push their horses to hard over something they didn't like. I knew a horse that hated the color blue because the owner had a blue tarp and terrified the horse to death with it." Tyler mused, his brain on a rather idle state as he slipped the gaming bridle over West's head.
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"Hmm" Abby watched the stallion. He was calming down now but every time he looked at Titan, he would pin his ears. She took the halter off her horse and put it down where he couldn't see it. Suddenly he was like a different horse. "Don't all the stable hands have blue in their outfit? Or is that just a figment if my imagination?"
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Tyler listened to what Abby said, his brain jogging and puttering into gear again. "Yes, I believe all of them wear blue... it's the stables theme color." He answered quietly. Now that he thought about it, that really made no sense. The stables name was Wild Fyre Stables, and blue was their color? -It should be red- He thought, then focused on Abby
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Even at she word blue, Foster tensed. He pulled his head back into the stall and pushed himself into the corner. Abby peered in and shook her head -something my happened... didn't it?- she watched him for a little while longer before she pulled back and looked at Tyler "so maybe I need to be an investigator and figure out what happened to this big guy"
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Tyler watched the horse for a moment longer before nodding. To him it looked like an abuse case or a fear case... because they looked about the same. Foser was acting in a way that would suggest that he was scared of the color blue, and in that trying to be aggressive. "Maybe you do. You can give the owners a call, if you want, but I'm pretty sure they won't be able to tell you anything... they don't know much about the former owners."
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(I just noticed that the yellow shirt should have come in like 2 years ago and they still don't have it yet lol) "Trust me. I know Niki. At this point she would know everything about everyone she could get her hands on" she shook her head and hugged Tyler before darting towards the cabin. She pulled out her phone, calling Niki. She didn't answer. "Right. She's on vacation" she rolled her eyes then looked down at her ring. She spun it around her ring finger and smiled.
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(Yay, now you got real life shipping) - Tyler snorted, watching Abby run off before looking at Foster. He wasn't wearing blue... it would be rare to see him wear any colors except for black or grey. Then again, he occasionally would wear faded blue jeans (though never had he in Abby's sight), and lot's of the stable hands did as well... so Tyler wondered if Foster was also scared of them.
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(Why no blue jeans!?!?) Abby walked back out, her eyes still on her ring. She glanced up occasionally to watch where she was going. (Im struggling to type right now lol) she walked back into the barn. Titanium tossed his head and snorted. Abby picked up his halter and put it back on him.
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(He is weird, but really, he wore them a lot more before Abby came. You'll be surprised what might happen to black on black Tyler soon XD) - Tyler glanced at Abby as she came back, seeing her eyeing her ring and smiling slightly but saying nothing and leading West out of his stall. "Hey champion barrel racer, I'm going to work on gaming. Would you mind giving me some pro tips?" He asked with a grin, leading the horse out to the arena and setting up barrels. After that was done Tyler lightly hopped on, warming up West. The grey stallion looked much more awake now that he had seen the barrels and didn't have an English saddle on. Believe it or not... he almost pranced. Not quite, though
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