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Post by »BI_ã!d I)r\/\/g« on Sept 28, 2007 4:58:38 GMT -5
It was dark,sure.So you couldn't see the inhabitants of the stalls as well as in daylight.The lamps flicked comfortingly in the darkness,lighting a path through the comforting maze of hay bales and lead ropes.At one end of the barn though was a different stall,like a cell.It had thick wire meshing and a heavy wooden bottom door,.the draw bolt was down lower and on the outside.You half expected some bucking stallion.
Instead there was a beautiful,glossy black filly,with a dished head and a white snippet.She was well defined and muscular,her eyes sparkling with intelligence and curiosity.But according to all the best trainers,she was skittish.stupid,stubborn,and un-trainable.She was on the brink of two,and had fantastic bloodlines.Her dam was Makybe Diva,her sire Chicago Promise,the father of Chicago Heartbreak.
But she was an escape artist.Given the slightest chance,an ajar stall door,and she'd take it.Yesterday the bottom door had been left open,and she crawled out,made it to the track,run a rising star and jockey off the track,and jumped the fence into the inner paddock.Running was in her blood,Image was born to win,and she'd use anything to get that chance.
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Post by $*Crazy Hick*$ on Sept 30, 2007 18:59:36 GMT -5
Dixie came in looking around as co owner of the ranch she had the right to check on the horses and such her eyes came across the little filly as she gazed over the stall door hello little one she smiled diggging in her coat pocket pulling out a sugar cube and she held it out to her.
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Post by »BI_ã!d I)r\/\/g« on Sept 30, 2007 20:16:23 GMT -5
Image was not a little filly.She was nearly two.The metal mesh guarding her stall clanged noisily as she threw herself against it,hating being cooped up.Throwing her head she screamed her frustration,snorting.
Sweat filmed her glossy coat as she bucked,panicked.Her eyes were wild with intelligence and fear.Her trainers had placed her on subduing medication but it made her jumpy and nervous. |
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Post by $*Crazy Hick*$ on Sept 30, 2007 20:18:42 GMT -5
Dixie watched not sure what was going on in this mares mind. After all even if she was a horsewhisperer she didnt know everything she looked the horse in the eyes trying to learn from it without stratling her anymore but Dixie backed up nevertheless.
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Post by »BI_ã!d I)r\/\/g« on Sept 30, 2007 20:22:53 GMT -5
Image had amazing potential,her dam was Ashleigh's Townsend Mistress,her sire was Chicago's Garrisoned Truce.The problem was she hadn't been properly trained,she hadn't even been ridden before.Her trainer wished for her to be a broodmare,but her owner wanted ehr to race.True,she would be perfect for racing.But no-one could train her.
Snorting she calmed as Dixie backed up,lowering her beauitful dished tiara.The white snippet gleamed in the dim light of the stall lights and it reflected in her eyes,that were trained warily on her. |
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Post by $*Crazy Hick*$ on Sept 30, 2007 20:26:48 GMT -5
Dixie smiled and eyed the horse speaking an an almost whisper shhhh its alright I want hurt u girl. Dixie pulled the sugar cube back out and held it ot walking a little closer but not much.
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Post by »BI_ã!d I)r\/\/g« on Sept 30, 2007 20:30:34 GMT -5
Calming slightly Image lowered her head again,pressing her muzzle warily up against the metal mesh.But because she was an escape artist there was no gap,she couldn't take the sugar cube.Snorting in frustration she tossed her head,but didn't move. |
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Post by $*Crazy Hick*$ on Sept 30, 2007 20:33:23 GMT -5
Dixie made a crack in the door and slid the sugar cube in the door shutting it quickly but softly there u go gurl she murmured.
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Post by »BI_ã!d I)r\/\/g« on Sept 30, 2007 20:36:51 GMT -5
Image snuffled the cube out of Dixies hand and turned back to the side of the stall,the wounds on her hind quartes visible from the whip they used to load her into the stall. |
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Post by $*Crazy Hick*$ on Sept 30, 2007 20:38:31 GMT -5
Dixie saw the wounds and shook her head who could do such a thing there was other ways to get a horse in a stall one which did not involve rope more of it coaxing and food. Dixie seriously thought about letting the mare out but whos horse was she.
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Post by »BI_ã!d I)r\/\/g« on Sept 30, 2007 22:08:04 GMT -5
She belonged to Holly.The problem was Holly had believed her to be in good hands as her trainer had raised many of her stars.Not Image.Holly was overseas currently,considering buying a stud.
Image snorted,shifting nervously in the small box. |
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Post by $*Crazy Hick*$ on Oct 3, 2007 20:32:28 GMT -5
Anyhow Dixie did not know who she belonged to. Any rate Dixie opened the stall door opening the dorr with ease letting her hand out showing the mare it wasf ine for her to roam if she neede to be caught it wouldnt be hard with a little coaxing but it would be fine if the mare got out beside it would drive a horse nuts staying cooped up long.
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Post by »BI_ã!d I)r\/\/g« on Oct 6, 2007 18:22:43 GMT -5
Orbitals rolled and Image slammed her shoulder against the door,squealing as it touched on a bruise she danced out,the barn lighting showing her well defined muscles.Snorting she tossed her dished diadem,pawing at the ground. |
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Post by $*Crazy Hick*$ on Oct 6, 2007 18:35:37 GMT -5
Dixie watched the mare and quickly ran to get spirit which she saddled up quickly and took off out of the bran on wide open she came to a stop she was in full tack ready for anything. She sat atop Spirit watching the mare it hurt Dixie to see this mare in much pain.
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Post by »BI_ã!d I)r\/\/g« on Oct 6, 2007 18:40:47 GMT -5
At the sight of the stallion Image's ears flicked back,laid against her dial she took a defensive step back back otherwise stood her ground.Tossing her crown she stepped to the left,fores lifted off the ground,glad to be out of her pen.Eying the stallion she snorted,lowering her head in seeming submission. |
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