sasuke_uchiha_uke
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- Joined
- Feb 8, 2009
Name: Saphire
Age: about 16
Personality: Some would call him high maintenance as he comes from a ranch used to breed and train show horses. He has very defined mannerisms and is easily appalled by a belch r the thought of manual labor.
Bio: Saphire comes from a long line of show horses, and has been trained from a young age how to follow in their hoovesteps. He was bought by a very wealthy family for a little girl to groom, take care of, ride, and show him off, and for years he lived that life of luxury. Though there's always a but, and this one is that the family went bankrupt, and they had to sell Saphire. The girl didn't want to sell him back to the ranch he had come from, because she still wanted to visit him, so the family sold him to the girls uncle. Unfortunately for Saphire, the uncle owns a farm further south, with horses that work and stables that aren't painted white and are roomy. Now he has to learn how to live on a working farm, yet still be shown off! But now at county fairs instead of big horse shows.
appearance:
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Normally he liked these rides. Mostly because they always ended up with him at another show where he could strut his stuff, where he could wave his head and get all the filly's to whinny and all the stallion's to drop their jaws. But not this time. A sad whinny came from the white trailer thing holding the homesick horse boy. He knew this wasn't going to take him to a show, or even a remotely civil place! But to a farm. A farm! oh the indignity! And even worse, they had taken the dress he wore that his rider had always put him in, and instead put him in a pair of dirty pants!
An old, battered looking pickup truck came to a stop in the front of a barn, and a man wearing a red plaid shirt, tan pants, and a pair of cowboy boots came out from the drivers seat. "Alright then my pretty little stallion," the man said as he rounded the trailer and opened the back doors, reveling a very unhappy looking Saphire.
Where is all the grass?! The roads are nothing but dirt, and I can't see any grass! The horse was starting to panic a bit, and when the farm owner got up into the trailer he gave a frightened neigh. 'Don't touch me you filthy man!' he complained, throwing his head back when a dirty hand was held out to touch his face. "Whoa whoa there boy, calm down Saphire, calm down," the man tried, and when that didn't work, he gave a sigh and left for the barn. "Gonna need to get a rope 'round his neck," he sighed.
Saphire stuck his head out. 'It's 'going to' and 'around' you insufferable simpleton!' Oh he was not very happy. There was nothing that could get him to set foot on this dusty, dirty ground and get his new horse shoes all dirty!
Age: about 16
Personality: Some would call him high maintenance as he comes from a ranch used to breed and train show horses. He has very defined mannerisms and is easily appalled by a belch r the thought of manual labor.
Bio: Saphire comes from a long line of show horses, and has been trained from a young age how to follow in their hoovesteps. He was bought by a very wealthy family for a little girl to groom, take care of, ride, and show him off, and for years he lived that life of luxury. Though there's always a but, and this one is that the family went bankrupt, and they had to sell Saphire. The girl didn't want to sell him back to the ranch he had come from, because she still wanted to visit him, so the family sold him to the girls uncle. Unfortunately for Saphire, the uncle owns a farm further south, with horses that work and stables that aren't painted white and are roomy. Now he has to learn how to live on a working farm, yet still be shown off! But now at county fairs instead of big horse shows.
appearance:
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Normally he liked these rides. Mostly because they always ended up with him at another show where he could strut his stuff, where he could wave his head and get all the filly's to whinny and all the stallion's to drop their jaws. But not this time. A sad whinny came from the white trailer thing holding the homesick horse boy. He knew this wasn't going to take him to a show, or even a remotely civil place! But to a farm. A farm! oh the indignity! And even worse, they had taken the dress he wore that his rider had always put him in, and instead put him in a pair of dirty pants!
An old, battered looking pickup truck came to a stop in the front of a barn, and a man wearing a red plaid shirt, tan pants, and a pair of cowboy boots came out from the drivers seat. "Alright then my pretty little stallion," the man said as he rounded the trailer and opened the back doors, reveling a very unhappy looking Saphire.
Where is all the grass?! The roads are nothing but dirt, and I can't see any grass! The horse was starting to panic a bit, and when the farm owner got up into the trailer he gave a frightened neigh. 'Don't touch me you filthy man!' he complained, throwing his head back when a dirty hand was held out to touch his face. "Whoa whoa there boy, calm down Saphire, calm down," the man tried, and when that didn't work, he gave a sigh and left for the barn. "Gonna need to get a rope 'round his neck," he sighed.
Saphire stuck his head out. 'It's 'going to' and 'around' you insufferable simpleton!' Oh he was not very happy. There was nothing that could get him to set foot on this dusty, dirty ground and get his new horse shoes all dirty!