Post by Black Magic on Mar 11, 2008 17:45:14 GMT -5
Name: Casanova
Age: 5
Breed: Thrououghbred
Height: 16.3
Colour: Dapple Grey
Eye Colour: black
Gender: Stallion
Markings: white snip and stripe
History: Built and bred for racing, Casanova was one of those backyard backstretch racers, never making it to any races or off of the property. His owners treated him with the life of luxury, grain and treats for a champion, stalls. Yet, for as kindly as he was treated, the barn was never alive. Built for over 16 horses, the stable held about one or two horses, give or take. Due to the vastness of the place, Casanova never felt quite at home. Somedays, when the wind blew just right, he could hear horses far away. How he wanted to be there, with them. When the stable hired a new groom, he would feed the horses at ungodly hours of the night and normally was too tired from being out late to think straight. On the second night of his job, the clumsy man left the stall door open. Taking chances, Casanova clattered out of sight and was never ridden or seen again. Following his heart and soul, the stallion found his way to a paradise, full of horses and land; freedom.
Age: 5
Breed: Thrououghbred
Height: 16.3
Colour: Dapple Grey
Eye Colour: black
Gender: Stallion
Markings: white snip and stripe
History: Built and bred for racing, Casanova was one of those backyard backstretch racers, never making it to any races or off of the property. His owners treated him with the life of luxury, grain and treats for a champion, stalls. Yet, for as kindly as he was treated, the barn was never alive. Built for over 16 horses, the stable held about one or two horses, give or take. Due to the vastness of the place, Casanova never felt quite at home. Somedays, when the wind blew just right, he could hear horses far away. How he wanted to be there, with them. When the stable hired a new groom, he would feed the horses at ungodly hours of the night and normally was too tired from being out late to think straight. On the second night of his job, the clumsy man left the stall door open. Taking chances, Casanova clattered out of sight and was never ridden or seen again. Following his heart and soul, the stallion found his way to a paradise, full of horses and land; freedom.