Sergei- Parlos's Clone or is he?
Jan 27, 2012 13:41:57 GMT -5
Post by dustedglory on Jan 27, 2012 13:41:57 GMT -5
Name: Sergei
Age: 7 yrs old
Breed: Orlov Trotter
Gender: stallion
Color: steel grey
Markings: none
Height: 16 hh
Special: Genetic experiment of Cloning
White, a sea of white, and tan, and grey. Those are the colors that met his eyes as they opened for the first time. Where was he? The tan was the soft straw bedding beneath his damp black body and the grey was his mother, at least that is what he knew. The white, well, the walls were white and the men were wearing white. Whispered words reached his ears, but the words were garbled. What was this? Struggling to stand, he was confused. A whisper reached his ears, "Sergei. Get up, son. Show them how strong you are. " Mother had spoken to him. Sergei roared to his hooves, a strong and healthy colt.
The scientists were happy, pleased with the result of the attempt at cloning the best race horse in Russia- Parlos. He would become the sire of the next generation of race horses, of Orlov Trotters. But would the Czar be happy? Indeed he was. Sergei would become the prize breeding stallion in his stables. Parlos's blood ran through his veins and he would be treated as the great grey stallion once had been.
Training started and went along the same guidelines as the great Parlos had been trained. He was just as powerful and strong as Parlos, a bit stronger in stride than his breeding sake. He soon became a powerful racehorse and in his older racing years, became a strong center stallion for the Troika that he was trained to pull.
Sergei went to stud, his offspring looking as Parlos's did. He performed well as a sire and still raced to keep in shape. The Czar even rode him a few times, his eager legs churning ground under the ruler of the Motherland. But he was wanted in another country for breeding and fearing his escape, the Czar declined.
Sergei was stolen! Stolen from his stables and stolen from Russia! He could not fight these masked men as the loaded him onto a ship, then onto a truck and trailer. The prized Russian clone of Parlos was in a mere stock trailer, headed for lands unknown. But he wouldn't reach his destination. The truck was stopped and the masked men arrested for drunk driving, but Sergei was forgotten about. The proud dark grey went into the wild, away from the lights and sirens of this busy world.
Age: 7 yrs old
Breed: Orlov Trotter
Gender: stallion
Color: steel grey
Markings: none
Height: 16 hh
Special: Genetic experiment of Cloning
White, a sea of white, and tan, and grey. Those are the colors that met his eyes as they opened for the first time. Where was he? The tan was the soft straw bedding beneath his damp black body and the grey was his mother, at least that is what he knew. The white, well, the walls were white and the men were wearing white. Whispered words reached his ears, but the words were garbled. What was this? Struggling to stand, he was confused. A whisper reached his ears, "Sergei. Get up, son. Show them how strong you are. " Mother had spoken to him. Sergei roared to his hooves, a strong and healthy colt.
The scientists were happy, pleased with the result of the attempt at cloning the best race horse in Russia- Parlos. He would become the sire of the next generation of race horses, of Orlov Trotters. But would the Czar be happy? Indeed he was. Sergei would become the prize breeding stallion in his stables. Parlos's blood ran through his veins and he would be treated as the great grey stallion once had been.
Training started and went along the same guidelines as the great Parlos had been trained. He was just as powerful and strong as Parlos, a bit stronger in stride than his breeding sake. He soon became a powerful racehorse and in his older racing years, became a strong center stallion for the Troika that he was trained to pull.
Sergei went to stud, his offspring looking as Parlos's did. He performed well as a sire and still raced to keep in shape. The Czar even rode him a few times, his eager legs churning ground under the ruler of the Motherland. But he was wanted in another country for breeding and fearing his escape, the Czar declined.
Sergei was stolen! Stolen from his stables and stolen from Russia! He could not fight these masked men as the loaded him onto a ship, then onto a truck and trailer. The prized Russian clone of Parlos was in a mere stock trailer, headed for lands unknown. But he wouldn't reach his destination. The truck was stopped and the masked men arrested for drunk driving, but Sergei was forgotten about. The proud dark grey went into the wild, away from the lights and sirens of this busy world.
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