If I Ever Leave This World Alive

[shawna]

Name: Salty Dog
Nickname: Anything you want
Species: Equine
Breed: Irish Sport Horse
Height: 17.2
Gender: stallion
Age: six
Pelt color: dappled-grey
Eye color: Brown
Distinguishing features: None
Alliance: Tame
Personality: Not the brightest bulb in the box, but he is a character. After not being expected to amount to much as a foal, Salty Dog was turned out to pasture with his dam until he was three-years-old. After that, trying to get him away was a nightmare. Still incredibly green,. studdish, and a real sweetheart, Salty Dog is incredibly athletic, and his talent is that diamond that's buried somewhere in the rough. Regardless, it'll take someone incredibly patient to find it.
History: Some jumping, can be worked into the rest.

It's gonna eat me it's gonna eat me it's gonna EAT ME!!!!!!! Nostrils flared with a wild panic, Salty Dog raced around the sale pen, pivoting quickly before his large frame collided with the fence. Standing stalk-still in a Breyer Horse model fashion, Salty Dog blew sharply, his breath purring out of his gullet in a bewildered wonder. His ears pricked as person after person walked past his view. Lowering his head, whatever invisible force that had been trying to get him before no longer seemed to be a threat. Turning, he headed toward the stall that connected with the paddock, trying to get a better view. The door of his stall was thrown open, and Salty Dog shied violently, pressing himself in the far corner.

"Easy there, you bonehead," The stablehand said affectionately, pouring the contents of a yellow feed bucket into his bin. Waiting for the groom to leave, Salty Dog took a wary step toward the bucket, sticking his dark muzzle curiously into the grain. He blew softly into it, then just about gave himself a heart attack when the grains of feed unsettled slightly at the gust of his breath. MONSTER!!! THERE'S SOMETHIN' IN THERE!!!! The sweetfeed that had been blown off the top now stuck to his muzzle, sending the stallion into a wild frenzy. Salty Dog backpedaled rapidly until his haunches collided with the barricading wall behind him with a crash. Lurching foreward in a spasmodic leap, Salty Dog careened wildly, throwing his head about to try to rid himself of the grains that had planted themselves onto his face. Plunging his nose into his water bucket, he pulled back abruptly, causing the water tub to fall over and the stablehands standing by the stall across the aisle to marvel at his utter idiocy. Blinking, a young man about thirty turned to his older peer. "You think something made him into an idiot, or do you think he was just born that way?" He said flatly. His comrad shrugged, unable to hold back an amused chuckle.
"Don't know, but whoever buys him is going to have the time of his life trying to get him to settle down.

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A rather tall atheletic woman walked to the stallions stall after looking over a bay gelding, she looked at the man and rolled her optics, |He is no Idiot.|she mummbled. She looked carefully over the beautiful equine, as she admired his spirited ways, she chuckled, |Your beautiful aren't you?| she asked the brute smiling as she made her way infront of the men, |I'll take him!| she called, hoping the owner/dealer was nearby. The stallion was as graceful and fluid as she could imagine. She watched him patiently, awaiting a reply from the owner.

[shawna]

Maybe graceful wasn't entirely in Salty Dog's book just yet. Nor was fluid, but he had one of the biggest hearts of any equine. Hearing the woman's voice, Salty Dog's ears pricked as he picked his way around the puddle that had formed in the corner of his stall from his spilt water tub and over to the stall door, thrusting his head over the dutch-style door with an eager curiousity. Hearing the comments made by the woman, one of the stablehands snickerd.
"Might need to buy life-insurance with that one, ma'am. He's about as graceful as an elephant with about as many brains as a doorknob." His co-worked cracked up, but shut his mouth just a tall, red-headed woman came out of the office, shooting both of them a mock-exsasperated look.

"You guys, quit it," Her green eyes shot both of them a "Don't-mess-with-me" sort of look, her feminine voice laced with a smooth Irish brogue, before turning a warm smile back to the woman, etched with a hint of amusement. "Don't mind them. Salty Dog here is just sort of a big dork. His breeders let him just meander around a pasture with his mum until he was about three, then figured they could just whip him back out and do somethin' with 'im." She chuckled, ruffling the stallion's forelock affectionately. "His brains ain't fully developed yet, but his heart may be bigger than any horse I've ever owned. He may be a bit slow, but he'll give you everything he has. He's Irish Sport Horse, a good 17 hands, six years old. I'll give 'im to ye for......about $4,000,"

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She cut her optics coldly at the men as she turned to watch the beautiful creature that stood before her, his amber optics were soo calming and his pelt dappled to the tip. She looked at the woman with a cheerful smile in return, |How does $4,500 sound?| she asked diging in her pocket book to retrieve a large wad of $100 dollar bills.

[shawna]

What were the two humans talking about? Salty Dog watched both of them intently, ears pricked with a sort of dorky interest in his eyes. Losing interest in the conversation he couldn't even understand, Salty Dog turned slowly, facing the hay manger that was nailed to the stall wall as he began ripping mouthfuls of hay from it. The woman, Ingrid, watched him with amusement before turning her attention back to the buyer.
"Sounds like we have a deal," Ingrid said with a smile. A part of her couldn't entirely understand what the other woman saw as so wonderful in the stallion, but she was glad Salty Dog was getting a good home. That's what really mattered. "Enjoy him. His halter is...well....on him, and his leadrope is on the hook."

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She reached out thewad of money, bundled in her hand, |Thanks.| she said with a short smile before going to the stall door, leaning against it with a tender smile as she watched the brute, |Hey big boy...| she called, hoping that he would walk slightly up to the stall. As she waited to see if the brute would atleast come to her, she calmly reached for the lead rope, |You wanna come home with me buddy?| she asked giving him a chance to come to her.

[shawna]

Salty Dog ambled over to the stall curiously, peering down at the human with a dorky, happy-go-lucky expression. Shoving his head over the dutch-style stall door, he bonked his dark muzzle against the rim in the process, causing his broad crown to pop back up in surprise. Ignoring his clumsy move, Salty Dog inched his mug closer to the girl's arm, puffing softly at the material of her shirt before lipping at the fabric playfully, making no move to catch the material with his teeth. The human interested him, and the stud found himself growing quite fond of what seemed to be his newfound friend.

(OOC: Sorry I didn't reply in a while. Things have been crazy.)

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The girl made a surprised face as she cuped her hands peacefully around his mug, |Oh you big clumsy boy!| she exlaimed, smiling at the big gray brute. She lightly chuckled, moving her hands to his forlock, |You are soo sweet...| she soothed gently, brushing the hair away from his left optic.

ooc: oh you don't even know. lol. my horse reared up and fell backwards on me while I was breaking him....lol.

[shawna]

(OOC: Oh, my God! o.O Ok, you win that one, lol. How did that happen? Are you guys both OK?)

Dark-tipped ears pricked, Salty Dog blew softly into the human's hands that now cupped his dark mug. The girl displayed an affection for him that he had never experienced before. He liked it. It was a nice change to hear a friendly voice not spewing out insults of his out-of-porportioned body, or his senseless explosions over absolutely nothing. With a sudden peak of a playful, studdish demeanor, Salty Dog lipped at her hands playfully before tossing his head with an energetic, high-pitched squeak that was abruptly cut off, dropping his muzzle to his chest in a hot-shot sort of fashion, waiting excitedly for the door to finally open.

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The girl crept into the box stall after slowly opening it, a pleased crese laid on her kissers as she studied the stallion, her optics filled with emotions of care and love, |Com'on buddy!| she called as she attempted to attach the lead to his dark halter. She looked puzzled at him for a moment, hoping all would go well...

ooc:// lol. well he is one of my new two year olds, and I decided it was about time to start his under saddle trainning, but he thought otherwise, he is easily spooked and tryed to get rid of me by rearing up, but we are both very stuborn and soo... yeah...lol.

[shawna]

Salty Dog stood quietly as the leadrope was clipped onto his halter. Raising his head, a soft blast exploded from his nostrils as he waited eagerly for the door to open entirely. He maneuvered around his human as horses moved past the aisles. Nostrils expanded as a shrill vocalization rang through his vocals, attempting to push through the exit himself, unconsciously giving much thought to the fact that he now had a human attached to him. They had never really played a big part in his existance growing up, so what difference was it now? It was something he'd sooner or later have to learn.

(OOC: Yikes, I've heard of that kind of stuff happening. My friend's gelding used to do that when he was younger. One point he reared up, flipped over, but she came off and kind of landed next to him. At a horseshow I watched a mare spin around, toss her rider over the fence, then rear up and come crashing backward on the ground right behind my horse. He was shaking, but didn't move, thank God, it was a costume class and I was in felt pants, lmao)

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|Easy...| came out a firm but relaxed voice from the girl, cuting the gelding in a tight circle, as she guided 'im to thee asile way, |Com'on we have a christmas show to prepare for, buddy.| 'he said stroking 'is dappled muscular boa, as she lead 'im firmly to the side ramp trailer as it was already prepared for loading...

[shawna]

The circle drew the large stallion to a slower gait abruptly, but as they came to the trailer, Salty Dog's eyes widened as he threw his head upward. A hollow blast exploded from his distended nostrils as everything in his mind screamed at him to not set one foot on that ramp. His hind fetlocks dropped as he planted all four hooves firmly into the ground, the whites of his eyes showing as he eyed the metal trailer warily. No way in hell. Not yet. Nuh uh.

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|Steady, steady!,| came soft words from the womans kissers, |Now don't get all your panies up in a bunch take this one step at a time.| called the woman stroking 'is boa.

[shawna]

Salty Dog's dark-tipped auds flickered here and there uncertainly, eyeing the ramp as though certain it would jump up and bite him. No, it wasn't the trailer that bothered him, the ramp was more of a threat. Blowing sharply in a long, hollow sort of purring noise, Salty Dog lifted one foreleg, took a teensy step before jumping foreward in a spasmodic leap, clearing the ramp while landing squarely in the corner, scrambling in a splay-legged fashion briefly to keep from falling over. The trailer rocked violently at the aftershock off Salty Dog's large frame launching itself into the trailer. He blew sharply, craning his head to the side with the whites of his eyes showing clearly, trembling fearfully.

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Krystal shook 'er head, | We will need to work on that later...| she spoke quietly, walking up the ramp to tie the dappled brute, after doing soo, 'he walked out, of 'corse after filling a bucket halfway of water, and throwing in a pad of hay, she picked up the ramp to the trailer, and slowly latched it, standing for a moment to make sure Salty Dog was okay.

[shawna]

Ah, food. Now that was speaking his language. Salty Dog craned his head, forgetting his fear of the trailer for the moment as he ripped mouthfuls of hay from the flake, paying no heed as Krystal stepped in and out. He craned his head to peer outside, a hunk of hay still hanging from his mouth as he succeeded in dropping loose ends into his water bucket. As he finished chewing that mouthful, he dipped his muzzle into the water bucket, taking a few swallows before turning to try to catch sight of his human, nasal passages expanding as he uttered a soft vocalization.

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OOC: Now to find a boarding place...for dear old Salty Dog. ;D