Post by ^Bellatrix on Oct 13, 2007 9:32:05 GMT -5
Show Name: Boot Skoot Boogie
Barn Name: Skoot
Age: 7
Gender: Mare
*Height: 15.2
*Pelt Color: Red Roan with blaze and pink muzzle.
*Eye Color: Black
*Mane & Tail Color: Red mixed with Orange.
Temperment: 4
Owner: Bellatrix Brookins
Disipline: Roping and barrel racing.
Personality:
Very skittish and cautious, she is usually a one man, or you could say woman horse.If you ever happened to ge ton her, she would either buck frantically like a cougar was on her back or she woudld stand stock still and lay down with you.Bellatrix can get a great pattern out of her in any day, but sometimes she can tell her with the simplest of things, Bellatrix on the ground says one thing right.
Example Post:
She sighed as she saw the barn was bustling with activity when she got back from the dusted auctions with her prize.Waving at another guy as she pulled up, she pulled her stetson off once again and pulled her dark tassels that framed her ivory skinned face away to get a good look of what she was doing and how she was going to do it.Making sure her cranial was sticking out of the window before she closed it, she locked it softly and went to the back to open the half doors.
Unlocking them, she thought she heard a snuffle, but thought better and opened it slowly to let the sunshine in .Walking in gently, she rubbed her boa snoothly.
She knew she couldn`t understand her, but it made her feel better to talk to her and pretend like she, it was almost like the way she looked at her for some reason.Taking the lead out of it`s knot, she turned and hopped out of the trailer Skoot following her obediently, for now anyways.As soon as her hooves hit the ground, Bella wrapped the stud chain around the mares muzzle and tighttened her hold.Just as she thought, the fae became prancy and on high alert.As a colt passed them on their right, Skoot shied ot the side.Bella followe dher silently, tugging on the chain to get her attention back on her.Leading her down the pathway through a quieter part of the barn, she put her in the roomiest stall she could find and let her go, quickly backing out and locking the door.Even thoguht she love dhe rmare, sometimes she coud be to alert to try and do anything with.It would be another few days before she oculd even try and ride her so she could get a graps of her surroundings, so she relaxed and watched her mare snorted and race around her stall.
