Post by mattiegrl on Aug 30, 2007 14:24:13 GMT -5
Name: Monsiuer Valentine or Monsiuer
Age: 5
Breed: boullanais
Lineage: Dam:Madame Maxime X Sire:Le Garcon
Height: 18hh
Sex: stallion
Children: he has had about 14 but never met them.
Place Of Birth: France
Physical Characteristics: Very large and grey. His hooves are about the size of dinner plates and his eyes are a very dark blue, highly unusual.
Personality: Romantic, kind, protective
Sample Post: Monsieur snorted softly in his stall. He knew something was happening at the moment. The humans were talking about it for days. They were always pointing at him and exclaiming how they were going to make a fortune if he was to cover an American mare overseas. He snorted and stuck his head over the stall door and sent out a deep nicker. An echoe of his nicker responded along with a pretty mare's head sticking over the door. She smiled to him and he returned her smile. She was the only true mare for him. The only one that he was actually able to meet and not have to breed on the spot. He bobbed his head and blew her a kiss. She squealed and stepped back in her stall. With a smile on his face, he stepped back as well. He was wondering when he would get to be with this love of his.
A few minutes after that encounter, Monsieur heard some footsteps running excitedly to his stall.
"C'mon big guy." said the man,
"It's time to go. She's waitin' for you in Merica!"
Monsieur pranced excitedly, but not because of the mare, but because of the energy shown by his handler. The man slipped a bridle over the great stallion's head since it was believed that stallions could not be controlled with a halter. Before he knew it, Monsiuer was being led out of his stall and headed for the exit. He looked around for his love but it seemed that they must have already passed her stall. A little nip on the rump confirmed his suspicions and he shot a quick smile to the mare as he left the barn.
The grey travelled a bit in a trailer until they reached what looked like the ocean. As he was led out, he sniffed the salty air and beheld the massive ship before him. He snorted uneasily but the jerk of the bit in his mouth made him settle down. Why was the ship making that odd noise? Is it supposed to do that? he wondered. He bobbed his head and planted his feet firmly on the ground. Something was not right. The humans then came at him and tried pulling on the reins. The massive brute would not budge. Finally, someone took a lunge whip and cracked it behind him. The snap frightened him and he jumped onto the ship, forced to walk to a stall that seemed to be built quickly for one trip.
The next thing he knew, he was washed up on the shores of some unknown land. What happened? he wondered to himself. He remembered getting on the ship and then, nothing. He tried to stand, and groaned. A piece of debris slashed a cup in his hip. It was not bleeding but was incredibly sore. He nosed it and found that his pelt was wet. He snorted and forced himself to stand. He looked out into the open water and realised with a great sniff, that he was not in France anymore, but in an unknown land. He realised that he would never see his stall again. Never see his handler again. Never see his love again....
Other:
Age: 5
Breed: boullanais
Lineage: Dam:Madame Maxime X Sire:Le Garcon
Height: 18hh
Sex: stallion
Children: he has had about 14 but never met them.
Place Of Birth: France
Physical Characteristics: Very large and grey. His hooves are about the size of dinner plates and his eyes are a very dark blue, highly unusual.
Personality: Romantic, kind, protective
Sample Post: Monsieur snorted softly in his stall. He knew something was happening at the moment. The humans were talking about it for days. They were always pointing at him and exclaiming how they were going to make a fortune if he was to cover an American mare overseas. He snorted and stuck his head over the stall door and sent out a deep nicker. An echoe of his nicker responded along with a pretty mare's head sticking over the door. She smiled to him and he returned her smile. She was the only true mare for him. The only one that he was actually able to meet and not have to breed on the spot. He bobbed his head and blew her a kiss. She squealed and stepped back in her stall. With a smile on his face, he stepped back as well. He was wondering when he would get to be with this love of his.
A few minutes after that encounter, Monsieur heard some footsteps running excitedly to his stall.
"C'mon big guy." said the man,
"It's time to go. She's waitin' for you in Merica!"
Monsieur pranced excitedly, but not because of the mare, but because of the energy shown by his handler. The man slipped a bridle over the great stallion's head since it was believed that stallions could not be controlled with a halter. Before he knew it, Monsiuer was being led out of his stall and headed for the exit. He looked around for his love but it seemed that they must have already passed her stall. A little nip on the rump confirmed his suspicions and he shot a quick smile to the mare as he left the barn.
The grey travelled a bit in a trailer until they reached what looked like the ocean. As he was led out, he sniffed the salty air and beheld the massive ship before him. He snorted uneasily but the jerk of the bit in his mouth made him settle down. Why was the ship making that odd noise? Is it supposed to do that? he wondered. He bobbed his head and planted his feet firmly on the ground. Something was not right. The humans then came at him and tried pulling on the reins. The massive brute would not budge. Finally, someone took a lunge whip and cracked it behind him. The snap frightened him and he jumped onto the ship, forced to walk to a stall that seemed to be built quickly for one trip.
The next thing he knew, he was washed up on the shores of some unknown land. What happened? he wondered to himself. He remembered getting on the ship and then, nothing. He tried to stand, and groaned. A piece of debris slashed a cup in his hip. It was not bleeding but was incredibly sore. He nosed it and found that his pelt was wet. He snorted and forced himself to stand. He looked out into the open water and realised with a great sniff, that he was not in France anymore, but in an unknown land. He realised that he would never see his stall again. Never see his handler again. Never see his love again....
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