?Lexington Estates? [Equine RP] [Open]

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Inferno

Inferno craned his ears forward, peering down the backstretch of the track as Thomas walked him along the inside rail. Nostrils quivering, he tossed his head with an energetic whinny of anticipation. His jockey chuckled and stroked his neck, obviously getting the message. With a quick kick to his sides, the chestnut thoroughbred broke into a canter, neck neatly arched. Sham jerked his head up, tugging at the reins in impatience. After cantering half of the backstretch, he finally felt Thomas lean foreward more in the saddle in the tell-tale posture of a racing jockey. He quickly understood the command that would follow, and without Thomas even needing to tell him to, lunged off his hind legs into a gallop. His cream colored hind hooves kicked up sprays of dirt as he swept down the remainder of the backstretch and into the clubhouse turn. Though somewhat content with being able to stretch his legs at last, Thomas still held the reins tight, keeping his head reined in to prevent him from reaching his full potential just yet. Snorting with every stride, Inferno huffed out a frustrated nicker of impatience as they turned into the homestretch at last. Finally, Thomas loosened the reins and gave the ornery colt his head. Narrowing his eyes with a smirk of satisfaction, Inferno extended his strides into his full stretched gallop, now able to. Hooves pounding the dirt, he flew past the wire in a blur of fiery chestnut.

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Rumour

Finishing the piaffe, her bay neck craned over as Scarlette gripped the reins and pulled her head closer to her chest. Nibbling on the hard metallic thing latched around her mouth, "Darkened Candles" pivoted off her hind legs and slowly cantered around the sand filled arena, her glistening hooves gently kicking up sand as she passed the first corner. Rumour positioned her legs into a square, squinting at the bright light as it seeped through the opened window. Just when she was about to get cantering again, a yawn made her ears prickle back. "That's everything for now, Ru-Ru." The blonde girl hoped down her blue-rimmed saddle, hand patting the thicker skin on her neck. Gripping her bridle, Scarlette lead the dark bay equine through the arena and into the stables where she entered her very own stall.

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[Jackkdaw]

((Accepted. Welcome

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Show Name: Princess Taylor

Barn Name: Tia

Event: Cross Country

Breed: Thorough Bred

Age(Must be at least 2 years to compete): She's 3 years old.

Personality: Tia is a intelligent and calm mare who loves to do her job and practice, although she is a stubborn mare she's eagre to please. She's an affectionate horse who loves to be around others weather that be humans, horses or any other farm animals; but she does like her alone time. Being an active horse she loves to be on the move and even when she's in the pasture you'll see her prancing around. This bay mare is very loyal to her friends and family.

Description: A bay mare with a black mane and tail, she has black stockings and a black muzzle. Her eyes are a brown color with the slight tilt of green making them look very attractive. She stands about 16.2 hh making her excel in cross country. Her frame is muscular and she is well build, a very sturdy horse with a lot of back bone.

Equipment/Tack: She wears the usual cross country equipment; A black saddly and bridle which also goas across her chest, a white saddle pad and silver stirrups. Sometimes she will wear leg bangages/protectors and a nose ring (usually made from wool).

Owner/Jockey(Rider): Amie Steel who also shares with her boyfriend John Kenny. They are top breeder for horses and have bred top quality thoroughbreds; beautiful foals and top cross country and racing horses. They have children who also own a race-track making them pretty well known for that also.

Wins/Losses(If any): She has lost one and won three.

[Jackkdaw]

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Princess Taylor
Tia

Tias eyes slowly blinked open as the sun began shining onto her eyes lids, her nostrils flared as a snort blew out. Slowly turning in her luxary stall she poked her head and peered over the door; spotting as various riders entered the stables for their horses. Her tail flicking as their hooves clipped against the stone ground, a nicker escaping her mouth as Lisa walked towards her with the saddle balanced over her arm with the blanket underneath and the bridle hanging over. Placing them on the door she undone the latch and opened the door. "Where my beautiful girl?.." She chuckled as the bay mare gently nudged her; giggling the human petted her and grabbed the saddle pad from under the saddle and placed it on her back, then getting the saddle and placing it on her back and buckling it up under the girl and tightening the straps. Rougly patting the fillys side she grabbed the bridle and placed it over her head and in position as she tightened it up. "Ready for more practice, Tia?" She questioned with a smile and as usual to bay mare nodded her head. "Let's go then!" Lisa urged as she grabbed the reins and lead her out the stables, leaving her stall door a little bit open as her hooves tapped the ground.
Exiting the stables they began heading down the concrete path, the horses hooves continuing to make a clopping sound as they passed many outdoor arenas where the other horses were already training. Lisa tugged at the mares reins as she trailed off near a fence "Come on girl, you don't want to distract anyone.." She sighed as they continued onward. Tia then tugging back on the reins being her stubborn self, rolling her eyes Lisa walked forward and tugged again "Come one, your losing out on training time!" She scolded slightly as the horse wouldn't move. Dropping the reins Lisa walked towards the cross country arena; knowing Tia would follow. Tia tilted her head as her owner began padding towards the arena, snorting she closely followed; trotting up the hill her hooves gently thudding the ground, then halting to make walk as she arrived a side Lisa. "Well hello again!" Lisa chuckled as she grabbed the reins again and they entered the. Field, waiting for their trainer Kane Brook, to arrive.

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Show Name: Wild Beauty

Barn Name: Flicka

Event: Flat Racing

Breed: Thoroughbred

Age(Must be at least 2 years to compete): She's 4 years old.

Personality: Flicka is a calm and cool mare who just loves to run, although she is a festy and stubborn horse she does what's needed and always manages to please her rider and others. When in the pasture she does practice runing to help improve her stamina and speed, but she does it mainly for fun. She Is serious when it comes to wrok and training so will snap at anyone who doesn't get on with their job or try to distract her; but Flicka does sometimes mess around.

Description: She has a picture but, here goes a small description; Flicka is a large white horse standing at 16.9 hh meaning she's a big horse! Her body structure is large and muscular because of the sport she takes part in. She's a 'dominant white' meaning she has white skin and pure white fur (unlike most horses that are known as white but are actually grey as that's what color their skin is). Her hooves a sort of grey/cream color and the tip of her muzzle is pink. Flicka has a long flowing white mane and hazel eyes.

Equipment/Tack: Her usual racing gear; a white saddle blanket, a white saddle and a black bridle or sometimes white. Sometimes she will wear a fly mask or a nose band, that is always white and her fly mask is usually white to.

Owner/Jockey(Rider): Aaron Hutchinson

Wins/Losses(If any): She's won't 3 races and lost one.

[Jackkdaw]

((Huzzah, another racer. X3 Accepted, of course.
(I'm in class, then I have work, so mah post shall come later, btw

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Wild Beauty
Flicka

Flicka woke hearing the other horses leave the stable, poking her head over the door a snort escaped past her nostrils as she began weaving her head over the door and gently kicking at it. Letting out a neigh as she turned to the large entrance seeing a shadow drawing nearer. "Hush girl!" Aaron muttered as he slowly walked towards his white horse, a smile plastered on his face as the racing equipment was hung over his right arm. Opening the door he placed the things on the door only to feel a sharp nudge from the eagre horse "Stop it Flcka!" He scolded pushing back the horse causing her to kick at the wood. Rolling his eyes Aaron began tacking up his horse; soon finishing he lead her out and towards the track. Pulling she let out a whinne and half reared as Aaron tugged her back. "Hold it girl, we're nearly there.." He chuckled as he decided to get in the saddle. Hopping up he swung himself onto the saddle and shuffled around getting comfy as he kicked the mares side allowing her to warm up on the way to the practice track.


((Yep, I seen a picture of ' The White Fox ' (RIP ) and fell in love straight away so couldn't resist ))