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Post by Haleigh Sharphowl on Nov 13, 2006 10:17:21 GMT -5
Haleigh Sharphowl approached the paddocks at a fast clip, well-worn leadrope in her gloved hand. Her 'beloved' had informed her of the new stallion he'd purchased; an English show horse fit for a king. Leigh was enthusiastic; they had been on the hunt for older horses and wanted another excellent stud to attract interest to their growing program. She glanced around. "Hm, no sign of Sasha," she thought aloud. Reaching the tall wooden fencing, the short husky furre stepped onto the bottom rail, peering in between the thick wooden slats. Pressing her tongue to the roof of her mouth, she produced a clucking sound. "Heeere, buddy!"
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Post by Winsome Adante on Nov 13, 2006 14:44:16 GMT -5
Winsome Adante had been led to a nicely kept paddock early in the day. Wearing just a leather halter and wraps around his hocks, the brute grazed quietly, enjoying the cool autumn air and sunlight. The United States Equestrian Team had sold the stud in order to raise more money for their foundation as well as be able to find him a good home where he could both compete and breed. Dan now stood calmly in his new environment. Food seemed to be the only thing on the stud's mind. Suddenly he looked up as he heard someone. Turning on his haunches, the Olympic superstar gazed upon his new owner. Slowly he approached, ears pricked. He was curious but not temperamental.
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Post by Sasha Adrik on Nov 16, 2006 19:23:40 GMT -5
((Ugh, I'm sorry to have taken so long guys. To tell the truth my RP muse has died due to the fact I'm apparently not going to pass economics or english if I don't get an 80 so I'm getting hideously stressed out. I can stand IMs and the like, but my RP muses aren't exactly among the living. I'm sorry. ._.))
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