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Joined: Jun 2008 Posts: 1 Karma: 0 |  | MiLTON <> SiMPLY THE BEST « Thread Started on Jun 22, 2008, 11:22am » | |
J O I N I N G - F O R M ------
and they called him >> Milton
parental blood identified>> Andalusian / Warmblood
given the arts of a >> Stallion
been taking on his dreams for >> Five years
the height of the mountain >> 15.3hh
the paint which was spilled for him >> Gray (White)
look inside>> A kind, and determined equine. Well trained and mainly holds no vices; apart from spooking at jumps he isn't confident with. Despite his age; he is full of energy and is headstrong most of the time, not daring to deny his abilities in even the lowest of shows. Terror is not a word in his vocabulary, he'll take on anything and he pleases his rider without hesitation. Not so much demanding, and very well trained, taking any command into account as quick as possible
best left forgotten >>
A foal destined to fulfill the dreams of his owner, destined to be simply the best. Milton; such a wonderful name to fit the ivory hue colt. He grew up, to be a champion, raised by one of the best.
It all began at a rather posh stable. He was trained for hours, pushed to his limits. When he was older, he competed in many shows, and he became the first horse to win millions in the showing world. Jumping the highest jumps, racing at the fastest speed, leaving the poles held up. Soon after his many wins, he was sold to a family, the Hibbert family, and transported here.
simply the best >>
Quite a bulky boy, muscular with a big fat head. Coat painted with a white color, mane and tail white yet give off a cream color. Nape has a fine slope down to his shoulders which melt into sturdy limbs, hooves are polished with grey and cream. A blanket of grey wraps tightly around muzzle, ears of a darker shade protrude from head. Infinite russet eyes perched upon cranium, attuned to monitor surroundings forever.
wildly attatched to the >> dressage & jumping sport
ain't i beautiful >>
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Coat shone like a well polished car, the steed stood perfectly still displayed prime and glory like a rushing river, teeth grinding against his metal bit. The wind gusted strongly, but did he care? No. Mind was focused on accomplishing the jumps, withers twitched with excitement as he felt pressure on his belly, his determination was activated. From a steady walk, he advanced into a trot then proceeded into a steady canter. As he approached the jump he felt the reigns be shortened, but he remained in a calm stature and when he neared the jump, the distance was good enough and in one stride of canter he shortened it down, front hooves were launched upwards, his young rider leaned forward and allowed her hands to slip forward slightly, as his hooves went above the poles and in line with them, he leaned his head over and lifted his back legs off the ground when they were somewhat over. When his front hooves collided with the soft ground once more, he pulled his hind limbs closer to his rump, but gradually they were pulled down and he recovered from the jump, recreating his canter. After a while of jumping, sweat stained his shoulders mainly and his chest was wet with the sweat, but he recieved a pat on the neck for his hard work, and when his rider dismounted him, he was led back to his stall, and given some food, an apple, and fresh water.
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