|
|
Post by jisa on Jul 15, 2010 16:29:56 GMT -5
Name- Empire State of Mind (Empire)
Starting Bid- $0
Bio- Here
Previous Owner(s)- Not Present
An immaculate black hoof pawed the flooring of the trailer impatiently. The dim lighting of the middle classed stall was irritating to the cherrry bay mare's eyes but she endured it as only she could. The constant chatter of people in between the auction sales was deafening, especially to this horse's sensitive hearing. These were sounds she had been raised to withstand, so that she wouldn't shy away from the commotion during a show. That had been from her first home, where they had treated her well. Now she was being auctioned away from her second home, where she had been another peice of equipment to help her owner along to fame. Empire hadn't fit the bill, so she was shipped off, after all she was expendable. His time wouldn't be wasted on her anymore. The mare knew what to expect of this place, but she grew restless anyway. The trailer was too small and stuffy, compared to being outside in a paddock anyway. Empire had a way of exaggerating her feelings sometimes, this was shown as she whinnied loudly, showing her displease to the situation. She wanted someone who took her for her full personality to bid for her, otherwise they might not like her when they took her. Flies bothered her hindquarters, causing her to stomp her hoof to the floor and whip her tail to catch them. Prices were called, horses were carted away and the day went on. Moving toward the front of her trailer, her brown eyes gazed through the bars. Oh how she hoped she would get a decent owner at least. Empire was ready to be rid of this place.
Soon her wish was granted, and a careless, rough old handler came to her stall. He pushed her back by the chest, and Empire decided he needed a little taste of his own medicine. She wasn't going to hurt him of course, he just needed a little shove in the right direction, literally. As he reached for her halter that was hung on a hook on the trailer wall beside her, she pushed his shoulder strongly back and he stumbled backwards out of the stall. She snorted as if in laughter before following him out with her large yet graceful frame. The handler soon recovered and went after her head, trying to stop her from running away, as if she would. Tugging away from him she tossed her mane and trotted with her head held high toward the arena, the man close beside her. Laughs were earned from this little act as the man gave up and let Empire in, the auctioneer calling her description out with a chuckle in his kind voice. 'We have ourselves number 14, a beautifully trained Show Jumper standing at 17hh. Four year old Cherry Bay Danish Warmblood mare. Lovely disposition. Bid starts at zero." It was nice to know that her previous owner had set some standards for what she was going for wasn't it? Empire stood to attention, quietly. She knew that she wouldn't sell as well if she looked bad.
|
|
