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Prince | Nightmare | 14 | Heather Proudstorm | Gabriella, Luke
-Prince got spooked by the sudden yell and broke off into a full out gallop, his pale hooves beat against the earth beneath him as he was galloping away from them since he was being chased- |
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Gabriella Hemmings | F | 13 | The Chanler | M: Prince Luke Hemmings | M | 18 | Blood Sport | M: Prince
Luke galloped next to Prince and threw the lead rope he had made in to a loop over the geldings head. He slowed Red down a little trying to slow the gelding down a little. |
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Hunter Downing | 24 | Noble
Hunter watched from the arena as a young girl chased after a runaway gelding. Quickly, he exited through the gate and loped after them. Noble looked ahead, wide-eyed and sweating, as Hunter continued to drive him forward. They pulled up next to the young girl and the runaway, staying behind the horse’s hip. “Don’t get ahead of his shoulder. He’ll stop and turn as soon as he gets his shot,” he advised her. He’d dealt with cows and ranch herds enough to know the easiest way to communicate with them. “Let’s turn him back to the barn to figure out where he goes. I’ll pull back to his rear and you push up towards his shoulder. Turn him towards me.” |
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Prince | Nightmare | 14 | Heather Proudstorm | Luke, Gabriella
-Prince tossed his head as he suddenly started to buck when the rope got around his neck and he let out a loud snort then a loud bellowing neigh but he did start to slow down a little- |
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(Ah sorry winterfell. I posted right after you) |
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Gabriella Hemmings | F | 13 | The Chanler | M: Prince Luke Hemmings | M | 18 | Blood Sport | M: Prince
"easy boy." Luke said as he sat back and slowed Red even more till they where troting. GAbriella slowed Chance to a walked and took off Chances halter and resized it so it would fit the big gelding. "Luke we can use this for him till we get back." Gabriella said as she held out the halter. |
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Prince | Nightmare | 14 | Heather Proudstorm | Luke, Gabriella
-Prince snorted as he tossed his head as he had finally halted, he pawed the ground a bit as he was thinking about laying down while he pulled against the rope a bit, his ears would be slightly back. The old gelding belong to someone as he looked oddly familiar to most- |
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Your Character is very much welcome to come and speak to mine WhiteStag if you'd like to be in somewhere.May take a while for a reply,Just have to wait for Rishy to reappear <3 ) |
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Gabriella Hemmings | F | 13 | The Chanler | M: Prince Luke Hemmings | M | 18 | Blood Sport | M: Prince
Luke took the halter and pt it on Prince. "have we seen him before?" Luke asked as he handed Gabriella the extra lead rope so he could use it as a neck rope. "i don't know." Gabriella replied as they started walking back. |
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Prince | Nightmare | 14 | Heather Proudstorm | Luke, Gabriella
-Prince reared up a bit as he anxiously moves around on his hooves in one spot, he was the retired eventer gelding that won the 2019 Rolex Championship in the Olympics with his rider. He wasn't sure of who the two horses & riders are as some white shows in his eyes- |
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