Pepper & September
Sept 18, 2011 11:51:15 GMT -5
Post by Swede on Sept 18, 2011 11:51:15 GMT -5
Name: Nevada
Age: 15 years
Breed: Quarter horse
Height: 15 hh
Colour: Bay
Eye Colour: Dark brown
Gender: Female
Markings: Star, snip, left front/right hind sock
Personality: Nevada is an older mare, quite bombproof at this point and with a fair bit of experience under her belt; there's still plenty of vigor left in her though, and she isn't exactly decrepit. Her breed and her years have created quite a gentle, no-nonsense disposition.
Name: Pepper
Age: 9 years
Breed: Arabian x Quarter horse
Height: 14.3 hh
Color: Grey (bay base)
Eye color: Brown
Gender: Female
Personality: Pepper has a bit more spunk than her mother, and can be a bit opinionated and thoughtless at times. Still, she's generally got a good head on her shoulders, and goes along with most things as long as she feels like she's had her say in the decision-making.
Markings: Left front/right hind stocking, though they have faded into the grey
Name: September
Age: 7 years
Breed: Appaloosa
Height: 15.1 hh
Color: Palomino blanket
Eye Color: Brown
Gender: Female
Markings: Blaze
Personality: September is that interesting combination of sugary sweetness and tough-as-nails attitude. When she wants something, she will not take no for an answer, and can be extremely stubborn. Still, she's usually a quite friendly mare, so long as nobody steps on her rather dominating toes.
It was a little ranch out in the middle of nowhere. The horses that lived on it were not necessarily of top pedigree, nor did they ever make any appearances in fancy shows. However, they were of sound stock, easy keepers and easy to ride and train- and that was exactly what the owner was aiming for. His horses were primarily stocktype, and he bred most of them himself. Their purpose? Most of them helped out with the smattering of cattle that the man owned. However, in this day and age much of that work can be done with trucks or fourwheelers- so why horses? Well, the ranch was a bit of a tourist destination as well. People went there to experience "authentic ranch life", and horses were a major part of that. The equine residents of the ranch took care of the visitors, lugging them on long trail rides, babysitting them through mock rodeos, showing off their higher training levels in exaggerated demonstrations.
This particular group was just another part of the herd. Nevada, Pepper, and September were all born on the ranch, which had been in operation for several generations and always stood a few stallions of its own. Pepper was Nevada's first foal; the mares would usually work for a couple years, have a foal, and then work for a few more years before being bred again. It was a straight-forward life, and though not necessarily pampered, they were well-taken care of.
Up until recently, at least. The ranch was quite isolated, after all- the neighbors were several miles away, and tourist guests needed to book their visits before just showing up. Thus, when the owner had a sudden heart attack in his kitchen, no one knew anything was wrong. The horses remained in their pastures, gradually grazing down what grass there was left as no one came to switch them into other pens. The water troughs ran dry. A few people attempted to call and schedule a vacation trip, but when nobody answered the phone, they went to other places, without wondering why nobody ever called back.
The horses grew thinner and thirstier; something was wrong, they knew it. Where was the master? A few became desperate, realizing that nobody was coming to care for them. In one corral, a corner fencepost had been rotting away; the owner had intended to fix it the same afternoon he had his heart attack. This fence post was quite weak, and the desperate horses took advantage of this, gnawing on it and kicking at it until it eventually gave way. They escaped, but still lingered near the ranch for a few days, hungrily grazing on the grass that grew outside the pasture fences. Soon, however, various individuals moved on. Pepper, Nevada, and September were among these, and the mares stuck together for a while along with a few others; unfortunately, Fate has scattered them to the four winds, as things like predators, trouble-making wild bachelors, and natural occurrences have separated the mares. Each wanders her own path now, seeking to survive in the wilderness.
Age: 15 years
Breed: Quarter horse
Height: 15 hh
Colour: Bay
Eye Colour: Dark brown
Gender: Female
Markings: Star, snip, left front/right hind sock
Personality: Nevada is an older mare, quite bombproof at this point and with a fair bit of experience under her belt; there's still plenty of vigor left in her though, and she isn't exactly decrepit. Her breed and her years have created quite a gentle, no-nonsense disposition.
Name: Pepper
Age: 9 years
Breed: Arabian x Quarter horse
Height: 14.3 hh
Color: Grey (bay base)
Eye color: Brown
Gender: Female
Personality: Pepper has a bit more spunk than her mother, and can be a bit opinionated and thoughtless at times. Still, she's generally got a good head on her shoulders, and goes along with most things as long as she feels like she's had her say in the decision-making.
Markings: Left front/right hind stocking, though they have faded into the grey
Name: September
Age: 7 years
Breed: Appaloosa
Height: 15.1 hh
Color: Palomino blanket
Eye Color: Brown
Gender: Female
Markings: Blaze
Personality: September is that interesting combination of sugary sweetness and tough-as-nails attitude. When she wants something, she will not take no for an answer, and can be extremely stubborn. Still, she's usually a quite friendly mare, so long as nobody steps on her rather dominating toes.
It was a little ranch out in the middle of nowhere. The horses that lived on it were not necessarily of top pedigree, nor did they ever make any appearances in fancy shows. However, they were of sound stock, easy keepers and easy to ride and train- and that was exactly what the owner was aiming for. His horses were primarily stocktype, and he bred most of them himself. Their purpose? Most of them helped out with the smattering of cattle that the man owned. However, in this day and age much of that work can be done with trucks or fourwheelers- so why horses? Well, the ranch was a bit of a tourist destination as well. People went there to experience "authentic ranch life", and horses were a major part of that. The equine residents of the ranch took care of the visitors, lugging them on long trail rides, babysitting them through mock rodeos, showing off their higher training levels in exaggerated demonstrations.
This particular group was just another part of the herd. Nevada, Pepper, and September were all born on the ranch, which had been in operation for several generations and always stood a few stallions of its own. Pepper was Nevada's first foal; the mares would usually work for a couple years, have a foal, and then work for a few more years before being bred again. It was a straight-forward life, and though not necessarily pampered, they were well-taken care of.
Up until recently, at least. The ranch was quite isolated, after all- the neighbors were several miles away, and tourist guests needed to book their visits before just showing up. Thus, when the owner had a sudden heart attack in his kitchen, no one knew anything was wrong. The horses remained in their pastures, gradually grazing down what grass there was left as no one came to switch them into other pens. The water troughs ran dry. A few people attempted to call and schedule a vacation trip, but when nobody answered the phone, they went to other places, without wondering why nobody ever called back.
The horses grew thinner and thirstier; something was wrong, they knew it. Where was the master? A few became desperate, realizing that nobody was coming to care for them. In one corral, a corner fencepost had been rotting away; the owner had intended to fix it the same afternoon he had his heart attack. This fence post was quite weak, and the desperate horses took advantage of this, gnawing on it and kicking at it until it eventually gave way. They escaped, but still lingered near the ranch for a few days, hungrily grazing on the grass that grew outside the pasture fences. Soon, however, various individuals moved on. Pepper, Nevada, and September were among these, and the mares stuck together for a while along with a few others; unfortunately, Fate has scattered them to the four winds, as things like predators, trouble-making wild bachelors, and natural occurrences have separated the mares. Each wanders her own path now, seeking to survive in the wilderness.
