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Payment for jubjub18 of her Nordanner Stallion (seen above). And with this I've finished payment for my very first enochiari, eeeeeeep!
NRS ONGOING MINISHOW
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Class: Halter
Name Horse: 597 Balthazar
Kaaring Count: [Fullbody +2, Show Entry +1, Story +2] makes a total of 5 kaaring.
Payment for jubjub18 of her Nordanner Stallion (seen above). And with this I've finished payment for my very first enochiari, eeeeeeep!
NRS ONGOING MINISHOW
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Class: Halter
Name Horse: 597 Balthazar
Kaaring Count: [Fullbody +2, Show Entry +1, Story +2] makes a total of 5 kaaring.
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With a soft movement I brought my nose forward so I could smell the piece of iron I was standing in, the piece of iron that was making my vision to only a small meter in front of me. I hated standing in trailers like these, I hated the traveling, but I knew it was necessary now and than. That didn't made me like it or work well with it, though. I threw the biggest tantrum before they got me into this piece of garbage. I pulled my head up, showed my teeth and buried my ears against the skin of my neck, while I tried to throw my dear handler of her feet. I knew that I got a problem once I succeeded, but I would do everything to not get my ass pushed up into the piece of iron. It was such a pity of my energy, though.
Now and than I threw my hooves against the iron to make enough noise to be noticed by the humans in the car that road them around. I knew exactly what was happening and I wasn't happy about it at all. I opened up my mouth and curled my lips around the rope that had me tied up to the pipe in front of my chest. I buried my teeth in it, biting it, pulling on it, knowing that if I tried long enough it would break, which would make the perfect surprise for once the door behind my hind quarters opened up again. It wouldn't take long before we arrived, I had heard them talking and with the excitement of their voice I could feel the arrival coming closer and closer. And while it did, I broke my brain again making myself mad for being put in the iron trailer again, while they knew how much I hated the thing.
''Come, we have to get him out now, I guess he already is mad as hell and when he figures out we are keeping him longer in the trailer than necessary than well, I am not going to open the thing up.'' The man just nodded at her and moved his ass over to the back of the trailer to open the lock and let the walk over down. The girl waited for the thing to hit the ground before she stepped upon it to let the rope behind his hind quarters down so she could get him out. But before she could figure that anything could go wrong, it already did. I shoved my head up, almost hitting my brains against the ceiling of the trailer before I bashed off the trailer. I almost ran over the girl - something I won't admit, but did on purpose - and tried to get away before she got grip off the rope, but in my try to escape for some fun with, well, the ladies, I forgot that there wasn't only the girl, but also the man to get a hold on the rope. And before I could think of a way to hide my head from his grabby hands too, he already had me.
''Have you even tried to get him some good behavior, or did you just guessed that other people will have your back when needed?'' The man sneered at the girl, while he pushed the rope her way, probably not feeling for keeping my butt on the same place for long, knowing I would kick another tantrum if only one thing wouldn't go my way. While the two sneered back at each other I stood there, my head high, not giving any matter to the fact that the rope was too short to keep my head this way - that was a problem the human should deal with. I sniffed my nostrils open wildly and tried to smell all the different scents and smells from around here. The scent that ran directly to my brain - and well, to something else - was the scent of all different kind of mares. And when people probably just thought I wasn't that bad behaved I started walking away from the two. The girl who held the rope got thrown over by my weight on the rope again and almost landed with her face planted in the sand. I smelled the sea and lots and lots of mares, mares that I could win over for myself, mares I could do romantic things with. Suddenly I didn't feel that bad anymore of getting shoved over here.
''Can't you just stand still for JUST a moment?!'' The girl sounded mad, but I wasn't even listening. I still had more eye for the things and creatures around me, she wasn't interesting in my eyes anymore. Well, until she grabbed inside her pockets and I saw, from the corner of my eye, one of the most beautiful things on the earth appear: a carrot. A juicy, sweet carrot. Immediately my behavior changed: my ears pinned forwards, a hopeful sparkle appeared in my eyes and I was focused completely and only at the carrot in her hands. The girl smiled and moved the carrot back and forward, probably trying to play mind games with me. I smoothly moved my nose forward and stretched my upper lip to get closely to the carrot, but she knew me longer than today. Before I could pull the sweet thing away she had already hid it again. I snorted annoyed and turned one of my ears again, my attention already partly lost to our surroundings. But the girl knew that now that I once smelled and had seen the carrot, I would much more listen to her than I would do without the thing, and she knew it.
One point of carrot poked just out of her pocket, probably done on purpose, while she finished up the last things on my appearance before we made our way into the show ring, which was actually just a set out piece on the beach. My hair waved in the wind, curling more than it normally would, my braid already a bit wary, probably more than the girl would've wanted. ''Just behave,'' she whispered, while she leaded me to the middle of the arena. The sides of the arena were closed in with small poles and white rope, so the horses wouldn't go make a run for it, and I knew - from experience, yes - that it wasn't a smart plan to bash through it. So I wouldn't, especially with that carrot in mind. I just made my routine, made my circle through the arena, throwing my hooves high from the ground, showing how powerful and strong I was. Not only to the audience and the judges, but also to my owner.
With a soft movement I brought my nose forward so I could smell the piece of iron I was standing in, the piece of iron that was making my vision to only a small meter in front of me. I hated standing in trailers like these, I hated the traveling, but I knew it was necessary now and than. That didn't made me like it or work well with it, though. I threw the biggest tantrum before they got me into this piece of garbage. I pulled my head up, showed my teeth and buried my ears against the skin of my neck, while I tried to throw my dear handler of her feet. I knew that I got a problem once I succeeded, but I would do everything to not get my ass pushed up into the piece of iron. It was such a pity of my energy, though.
Now and than I threw my hooves against the iron to make enough noise to be noticed by the humans in the car that road them around. I knew exactly what was happening and I wasn't happy about it at all. I opened up my mouth and curled my lips around the rope that had me tied up to the pipe in front of my chest. I buried my teeth in it, biting it, pulling on it, knowing that if I tried long enough it would break, which would make the perfect surprise for once the door behind my hind quarters opened up again. It wouldn't take long before we arrived, I had heard them talking and with the excitement of their voice I could feel the arrival coming closer and closer. And while it did, I broke my brain again making myself mad for being put in the iron trailer again, while they knew how much I hated the thing.
''Come, we have to get him out now, I guess he already is mad as hell and when he figures out we are keeping him longer in the trailer than necessary than well, I am not going to open the thing up.'' The man just nodded at her and moved his ass over to the back of the trailer to open the lock and let the walk over down. The girl waited for the thing to hit the ground before she stepped upon it to let the rope behind his hind quarters down so she could get him out. But before she could figure that anything could go wrong, it already did. I shoved my head up, almost hitting my brains against the ceiling of the trailer before I bashed off the trailer. I almost ran over the girl - something I won't admit, but did on purpose - and tried to get away before she got grip off the rope, but in my try to escape for some fun with, well, the ladies, I forgot that there wasn't only the girl, but also the man to get a hold on the rope. And before I could think of a way to hide my head from his grabby hands too, he already had me.
''Have you even tried to get him some good behavior, or did you just guessed that other people will have your back when needed?'' The man sneered at the girl, while he pushed the rope her way, probably not feeling for keeping my butt on the same place for long, knowing I would kick another tantrum if only one thing wouldn't go my way. While the two sneered back at each other I stood there, my head high, not giving any matter to the fact that the rope was too short to keep my head this way - that was a problem the human should deal with. I sniffed my nostrils open wildly and tried to smell all the different scents and smells from around here. The scent that ran directly to my brain - and well, to something else - was the scent of all different kind of mares. And when people probably just thought I wasn't that bad behaved I started walking away from the two. The girl who held the rope got thrown over by my weight on the rope again and almost landed with her face planted in the sand. I smelled the sea and lots and lots of mares, mares that I could win over for myself, mares I could do romantic things with. Suddenly I didn't feel that bad anymore of getting shoved over here.
''Can't you just stand still for JUST a moment?!'' The girl sounded mad, but I wasn't even listening. I still had more eye for the things and creatures around me, she wasn't interesting in my eyes anymore. Well, until she grabbed inside her pockets and I saw, from the corner of my eye, one of the most beautiful things on the earth appear: a carrot. A juicy, sweet carrot. Immediately my behavior changed: my ears pinned forwards, a hopeful sparkle appeared in my eyes and I was focused completely and only at the carrot in her hands. The girl smiled and moved the carrot back and forward, probably trying to play mind games with me. I smoothly moved my nose forward and stretched my upper lip to get closely to the carrot, but she knew me longer than today. Before I could pull the sweet thing away she had already hid it again. I snorted annoyed and turned one of my ears again, my attention already partly lost to our surroundings. But the girl knew that now that I once smelled and had seen the carrot, I would much more listen to her than I would do without the thing, and she knew it.
One point of carrot poked just out of her pocket, probably done on purpose, while she finished up the last things on my appearance before we made our way into the show ring, which was actually just a set out piece on the beach. My hair waved in the wind, curling more than it normally would, my braid already a bit wary, probably more than the girl would've wanted. ''Just behave,'' she whispered, while she leaded me to the middle of the arena. The sides of the arena were closed in with small poles and white rope, so the horses wouldn't go make a run for it, and I knew - from experience, yes - that it wasn't a smart plan to bash through it. So I wouldn't, especially with that carrot in mind. I just made my routine, made my circle through the arena, throwing my hooves high from the ground, showing how powerful and strong I was. Not only to the audience and the judges, but also to my owner.
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Indigo's Pose Reference by suuslovertje
Indigo's Pose Reference by suuslovertje
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