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Deviation Actions

Two for One

Published: Sep 26, 2011

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_{I worked my buttcheeks off on this. That's right folks, I have no asscheeks anymore.

I MAY NOT HAVE ANY ASSCHEEKS ANYMORE, BUT THESE PRETTY ONES HAVE A NEW HOMEEEEEE~!

Anyway, this is an adoption try for two of these pretty ponies:

Name: American Paradise
Barn Name: Pan-Am
Breed: American Warmblood
Projected Height: 163 cm
Color: Bay tobiano
Markings: Tobaino markings, 2 stockings, one coronet, 1 pastern, irregular blaze, ONE wall eye.
Genetics: Ee/Aa/nT

Predicted Discipline: Show Jumping
Sire: CSS Paradise by the Dashboard Light
Dam: CSS Little Miss Sunshine

Bloodline: Paradise by the Dashboard Light x Little Miss Sunshine

Comments: Gaining strong legs for jumping from both parents he will most likely do well in the show ring.

Character: Intelligent, obedient and very friendly. Like his dad he can get rough sometimes, watch your fingers

Name: Wyetta
Barn Name: Wy
Breed: Obertaurer SH x Dutch Warmblood
Projected Height: 166cm
Color: Silver Buckskin
Markings: Pastern, coronet.
Genetics: Ee/Aa/nCr/nZ

Predicted Discipline: Cross Country
Sire: CSS Warren
Dam: CSS Bedroom Eyes

Other: Will only choose one rider. Her name is feminine for Wyatt, which means "war strength" in Old English.
Registered with

Bloodline: (Warrens bloodline is way too long, please check his and add x CSS Bedroom Eyes)

Comments: Great energy, muscle and endurance for cross country, definitely takes after her daddy!

Character: One tough little filly!! Likes to beat up the colts and chase them. She'll be a hand full, but hopefully she'll be gentler with her one rider. Though tough, she'll be fiercely loyal to her rider.
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The weather certainly had a way of mimicking the mood around the barn. One of the horses at LEC had fallen ill and considering his age, it was unlikely that he would recover. Sinder had spent the night caring for the old stallion and fighting back a lump of emotion in his chest. Van had been the first horse they'd bought to start up LEC. He was a challenging mount from the start and even as he aged, he still retained his "Oh yeah? Make me." attitude, even if he had mellowed a little. But it was sad to see the great proud animal reduced to that. He'd lost weight in the last few days because he'd been refusing food, so ribs were showing. His usually glossy and sleek coat had gone somewhat ragged and even his eyes, usually so bright and mischievous were dim and lusterless.

It was Alex's turn now to watch him and keep him company and as he sat in the manor, he listened to the patter of rain on the windows. Fires burned in the grates at either end of the entrance hall, but he didn't feel their warmth as he sat in one of the overstuffed armchairs by one of the hearths.

"Why so serious?" The tone was lilting and playful, but held comfort and concern. Sinder turned to see Jazz standing there regarding him with a look of care.

"Van's not doing well." THe silence was strong in the room as Jazz digested the sad news. Then,

"I have an idea." She said rather optimistically. "Come with me." Obediently, if somewhat half-heartedly, he followed her as she headed out the door and toward the old barn that they used to house their vehicles and trailers. Heedless of the cold rain, he ran along behind her as she dashed to the cover of the building and got into her car, beckoning him to get in as well.

"Where are we going?" He asked.

"You'll see," was all she would say in answer.

Somewhere along the way, as he stared out at the grey landscape pelted by grey rain, covered by grey clouds and black thoughts, he drifted uneasily into the sort of half-sleep that comes with long drives. He was shaken awake by Jazz some time later to blearily look up and realize that they were at the airport.

"I'm not going on a trip. I have a sick horse to worry about." He said flatly, not overly concerned with being rude or not.

"Yes you are. I already talked to Alex, he said this was okay." Sinder didn't have the time to ask her about what she meant as she whisked him away into the building and magically produced plane tickets from somewhere. They were quick to board the plane which took off shortly after, destined for Colorado.

"Colorado?" He asked her dubiously. "What's in Colorado?"

"You'll see," she replied patiently. A little miffed, he turned and nearly mashed his face against the window, watching as they rose above the clouds.
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It was hours later when they landed in Colorado, but Jazz knew exactly what she was doing, apparently, as she led him to a rental car and sped off down the highway, heading for what looked like rocky farmlands.

He knew better than to ask where they were going by now, and instead tried to wait patiently. His patience was rewarded when they arrived at Colliding Star Stables.

"Why here, Jazz?" He asked sadly. He knew too well that one of Van's offspring had been very successful in the hands of this stable and, no disrespect intended, he didn't want a reminder of the dying horse back home.

Jazz didn't answer, parked the car, and just led him to one of the fields where there was a small herd of youngstock.

"Just have a look. I want to see if you can spot the one who's got Bloodlines out of your stable." Sinder looked. There was a seal brown colt who looked part Arab - not her - and a bay who looked light enough to be Van's grandson, but then she moved bolted, spooked, tail straight up as only Arabs can do and he discarded that filly as well. The flash of a silver tail taught his attention and he turned to regard a buckskin filly who was staring straight at him with an inquisitive look. A darker bay sidled up to her as well and stuck out his nose to her shoulder. Her ears went half-back and she nipped at him: a warning. He tried again and she flattened her ears and he bolted, her hot on his heels, chasing him, threatening violence.

"... Is it the one being chased?" He asked, a hint of amusement in his voice, a smile threatening to crack his face into something halfway to a sad sort of happiness. She smiled.

"Want him?" He frowned. They didn't need more horses. But the little colt spoke to him, even as he rocketed around the other younglings and jumped a fallen branch with natural ability. The filly, though, was just as athletic and even a bit faster as she stretched out her neck and sunk her teeth into his rump.

Startled, the colt stumbled and tipped forward, faceplanting into the mud and sliding a bit. Vindicated and smugly satisfied, the filly trotted circles around him as he picked himself up, shook himself, and looked sheepish.

"... Only if the filly comes too." He said. What the hell, why not? If Van was really on his last legs... Either way, he could justify it as a good sale, right? The ability and talent was there, in both of them. Their personalities were comic and the two were obviously friendly.

"Only if I get to ride her sometimes." Jazz retorted.

"Only if she'll tolerate you," Sinder teased good-naturedly.

In better spirits, the two went to inquire about the potential sale(s), feeling that, even if Van's time in their care was up, they'd at least have his legacy.
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