Post by Blaze Solorre on Jan 13, 2010 17:40:01 GMT -5
'Lets waste time chasing cars
Hello, my name is Blaze. I have hugged 20 horses. I would like to board my horse here please, here at Pinewood Stables.
My horses registered name is The Misery of Kismet .
I just call him Kee .
Here is Kee's information.
* Breed of horse:
Missouri Fox Trotter, maybe arabian?
* Age of horse:
Three years
* Height of horse:
15.3hh
* Gender of horse:
Gelding, though he acts more like some foolish stallion
* Markings/coloring:
To describe Kee's colouration perfectly would take more time than I have, as he is truely a rainbow of reds, browns, and goldish oranges. Whatever color that you could technicaly state him as, a chestnut, or possibly even a liver chestnut, could not possibly do him justice. So, I will describe him in the only way I know how.
His coat is made up of many shades blended together, but mostly the color dark coffee with a red sheen where his body has been sun-kissed. His thin, elegant face is probably the lightest shade on his body, a vibrant red color completely except for the thin white blaze sliding down from his eyes to the tip of his muzzle. His mane falls almost to his shoulders in a thin curtain of flaxen and red waves, but his tail is the same coffee color as his coat is. Two stockings rise up his cannon bone on both back legs, and his hooves are a greyish shade.
* Discipline:
green broke, western.
& Personality:
Ah, Kismet. Well to fully understand the gelding's temperment you must first understand his liniage. So I will bring you back to the day that people saw that his mother was pregnate.
You see, the plan had been to breed both 'Wishful thinking', a bay Missouri Fox Trotter mare to the ranch's best stallion, 'Song.' They had hoped that with the mare's ability to work with cattle and the stallion's good temperment would make their best colt yet, but what they didn't take into consideration was Wish's temperment. She was a rather moody and highstrung, but they just figured the foal would have his father's personality. The mare was bred to Song, and the foal as eagerly anticipated. They were wrong.
When the colt was born though, there were many questions. Song was a coal black stallion, known for producing black foals. This colt was a dark chocolatey brown. Still, everyone just shrugged it off- figuring that it was just a fluke. It wasn't untill the young animal was a few months old that people began to have doubts. He was monsterous and bratty, and wouldnt hold still even to nurse. It was then that one of the ranchhands spoke up, remarking that the young animal- whose coat was now turning a reddish shade - looked a lot like one of the farms other stallions; a liver chestnut arabian who was known for his unpredictable nature as much as for being beautiful.
Everyone thought about this, and the more it was pondered on the more it seemed likely that the colt was not the offspring of Song at-all, but of the chestnut's. Dispite the resemblances though, many refused to believe this. Everyone had seen the breeding between Song and Wish, and it seemed highly unlikely that the colt's father could be the chestnut(whose name was Fateful Night).
No one ever did find out whether the colt was Fate's or Song's as there was no money to spare for DNA testing or anything of the sort, so when the time came to register the colt they went ahead and registered him as a Missouri Fox Trotter, son of Wishful Thinking and Song. His name would be 'The Misery of Kismet' though, and to all of the ranchhands, that name reflected the question in the colt's bloodlines.
Misery, as he soon was called, grew up to be a beautiful Liver Chestnut, but dispite his beauty he was an utter monster to work with. He refused to be taught, was extremely strong and willful, and often would get away from his handler and gallop across the desert, leading a wild goose chase. He always did come back though.
When it came time to break Misery, it was impossible. Multiple people tried to buck the spirit out of him, but it just wasnt possible. Every time he would throw his rider, and every time he would parade back to his pasture with a haughty look on his face. It would of been laughable if the cowboys hadn't gotted fed up with him and decided to stall him- something he couldn't stand. So while the other horses galloped in the pasture, he had to stay put in his stall- squealing madly and tearing at his stall. Finally he became so horrible that if someone even tried to near his stall, he would lash out- kicking, biting, anything.
He was turned out then- into the pastures. And that was how he remained for the next year. A terror in the pastures, haughty as always, spirited, and downright a mess. That is....
untill he met Blaze.
My horse would make a fine boarder in Pinewood Stables,
--Blaze.
sorry about that being so rediculously long! There wasn't a history thing to put his history in though and I really wanted to include that because his personality is nothing without his backround :]
