He is oh so pretty but oh so mean (Zorro for sale)

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Type: Sale
Registered Name: Zorro
Stable Name: Z
Starting Date: --
Closing Date: --
Asking Price: $200
Horse or Pony: Horse
Gender: Stallion
Age: 9 years old
Breed: Friesian
Height: 17 hands
Colour: Jet black
Riding Style: He is trained in everything since he used to be movie horse but he has gotten so mean he doesn't allow anyone to ride him.
Example Post:

The banging of the trailer rang in the head of the old movie star. He gave a soft snort as he stomped his foot, annoyed at those flies that tended to tickle his pillars. He threw his cranium in the air when they came to a rough halt, locking his knees and cringing. Luckiy he hadn't slammed into the trailer. The older man came around, unloading Zorro rather roughly. The skinny horse who had scars and open gashes on his rump and chest walked beside the man. Zorro was known to be in many movies though that didn't matter now. His name comes from his first movie, The mask of Zorro. He was a great horse just got sick of it.

He lunged out at the man, bitting a chunk of skin away from the man's arm. He groaned and quickly turned around, slapping Zorro straight across the face. He raised his head high, the stinging of the blow still on his skin. He pinned his ears and was dragged to the stalls. Once he was shoved in the stalls the man closed the gate and leaned against the railing. Zorro stood in the back of the auction house pen. Dirt flying in his face and his mind in a haze. What was he to do? He was abused and so cruel to anyone who tried to touch him. He was untouchable.

He hated the abuse and was done with it. The stallion put his head in the corner of the stall, skinny rump towards the crowd and his love gone. His heart was cold and his whole body was in pain. He started to pace. Back and forth between the back of the stall. This meant mental distress. He was a ticking time bomb really. He would go off at any time given. You had to be ready if you wanted this horse. The man just leaned against the stall, knowing someone had to come along.

(Sorry don't have a lot of time to make it long)

[Rxy<3]

Jay strolled in, with his hands in his pockets fiddling with his keys as he eyed each horse in its holding pen. He wasn't sure what sort of horse he was looking for, He was just browsing really.
He paused, at a large Black, Freisan looking horse, with its ears pinned to its head and its rear facing the owner standing by his gate. Jay strolled over to the laminated sheet tied to the gate of his stall.
He held it up, reading the information. Frowning at it.

A girl approached and attempted to talk to the owner. Jay was close enough to over-hear, he was interested, but so was this other girl. He was keen to ask what had happened to this beautiful horse. He stood leaning on the stall. Watching the horses body language, pondering what his actions would be to work with it.

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[Rxy<3]

Jay frowned. This girl was fairly straight forward, and stood inside his personal bubble. He re-adjusted his sunnies on his face. Hoping to hide behind their big frames, somehow.
Some horse people where just.. pushy or bossy.. or something.

"Yeah, well some people will give their horses to anybody. Thats where the problems come from, people with no patience."
With that, he turned on his heel, putting his hands in his pockets, he continued to browse along the holding pens. He figured he'd come back in an hour or so and if the horse was there still, he'd pursue its owner.

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Bump.

[Mustang]

Lily walked into the auction house. She hadn't bought a horse yet, but she wasn't sure she was going to at the moment, either. Still, it didn't hurt to look. She scanned the stalls as she passed them, taking in the information at a glance. There were a few ponies, a couple of western horses, but nothing much that suited her. Then a big black horse caught her attention. Lily stopped at his stall and leaned slightly on the door. What in the world had happened to the poor thing? He had cuts all over his body, and he was scrawny. She could count his ribs!
"Hey, big fella. What happened to you?" Her voice was gentle, meaning to calm the stallion.