Midnight Glacier
Feb 28, 2011 20:43:15 GMT -5
Post by Dusty's Girl on Feb 28, 2011 20:43:15 GMT -5
Name: Midnight Glacier
Nick Name: Glace
Age: 5 years old
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15 hh
Color: Black
Markings: Star, snip, three stockings (left front, right front, right hind)
Breed: Gypsy Vanner
"Midnight Glacier." Those words were the first thing that he had heard when he was born. But his mother did not utter those words, no, the humans did. His mother was not moving at all in the stall. Grunting softly, he attempted to stand. After failing and falling a few times, he stood on shaky legs. That is when the humans took him away from his mother. He never knew her. But he was taken to a stall with a gruff roany mare. She sniffed at him and shook hher head, "What is your name, boy?" Her voice was heavy and rough. He frightened and shied away from her, but there was no where to go in this stall.
"Midnight Glacier." His small voice stumbled over the words as he spoke to the roanymare. She nodded her head,
"That is too long. Glace, we will call you Glace." She never spoke again to him in the four months that he nursed from her. After those four months, he was placed into a field with several other foals and yearlings. It was there that he earned the name Ice King. He was known to play cruel jokes on the other foals. But they all knew he was the orphan. At the age of two, he began training.
Trained for all types of riding, Glace grew weary of this life. He craved something different. What he got was not what he wanted. He was stolen away from his stables. His breeding line was impeccable, but he was an orphan. No good, he thought. But these crazy humans wanted him to service their mares. And badly. He went with them and went to their stables. At the tender age of three, he was servicing mares. His foals were strong and healthy and he was living in luxury with a herd of no fewer than five mares at all times. But they had forgotten to shut the gate one day and he did crave adventure.
Nick Name: Glace
Age: 5 years old
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15 hh
Color: Black
Markings: Star, snip, three stockings (left front, right front, right hind)
Breed: Gypsy Vanner
"Midnight Glacier." Those words were the first thing that he had heard when he was born. But his mother did not utter those words, no, the humans did. His mother was not moving at all in the stall. Grunting softly, he attempted to stand. After failing and falling a few times, he stood on shaky legs. That is when the humans took him away from his mother. He never knew her. But he was taken to a stall with a gruff roany mare. She sniffed at him and shook hher head, "What is your name, boy?" Her voice was heavy and rough. He frightened and shied away from her, but there was no where to go in this stall.
"Midnight Glacier." His small voice stumbled over the words as he spoke to the roanymare. She nodded her head,
"That is too long. Glace, we will call you Glace." She never spoke again to him in the four months that he nursed from her. After those four months, he was placed into a field with several other foals and yearlings. It was there that he earned the name Ice King. He was known to play cruel jokes on the other foals. But they all knew he was the orphan. At the age of two, he began training.
Trained for all types of riding, Glace grew weary of this life. He craved something different. What he got was not what he wanted. He was stolen away from his stables. His breeding line was impeccable, but he was an orphan. No good, he thought. But these crazy humans wanted him to service their mares. And badly. He went with them and went to their stables. At the tender age of three, he was servicing mares. His foals were strong and healthy and he was living in luxury with a herd of no fewer than five mares at all times. But they had forgotten to shut the gate one day and he did crave adventure.
