Oscuro Estrella

[Just Dance ;]

Type: Sale
Registered Name: Oscuro Estrella
Stable Name: Strella
Asking Price: $5000
Horse or Pony: Horse
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4 Years
Breed: Oldenburg
Height: 16.3hh
Colour: Black
Riding Style: English

Example Post:

My limbs quivered beneath my muscular frame, nostrils flared, as I snorted loudly. The smells that wafted around, told that no horses wanted to be here. The stress, it was making me feel like bolting at the drop of a feather. I strained my neck to gaze over the wooden door of my holding pen, daring not to move, not to make a sound.
My body was laced in thick layers of sweat, as heavily breathing, I watched. Listened. The near silent shuffle of human footsteps on the concrete froze my head in place, as anxiously I saw a familiar woman come into view.

A black leather halter was coiled in her hand, knuckles white with her tight grasp. Her face also seemed unusually pale, dark hair tied tightly on a bun on top of her head. Closer and closer she came, and un-easier I felt. This woman had a special place in my memory. She had been with me most of my life, cursing with a long cracking whip. No one could understand how terrified she made me feel. Punishing, seemed to be the only way to her.

Instinctively, I shied away, spinning as far away as I could get. My gut churned with nervous pain, as I pressed fiercely against the wooden divider wall.
Yet, she still came forward. A frown on her face, she violently swung open the gate, and strided towards me. I freaked, but she blocked any way out. Shaking harshly, I lowered my head. I hated her. I hated them. Humans knew nothing, for what we wanted. Only for their own good and control, they broke us, tamed us, and set us tasks in which we had no option of choice.

She ran the halter quickly over my jet black face, and turned to exit, giving the lead a sharp tug. I silently obeyed, following her for what seemed to be forever, down hallways. Eventually, the noise grew louder. Chattering voices, booming microphones and whinnying horses blocked my ears. I was lead into a small entrance box, and I tried my hardest for her to realize - I didn’t want to be here. I just wanted my mother, my paddocks and my freedom.
Refusing to move, I lifted my head. Expected a strap in my face, I closed my eyes, but to my surprise, she only forced in down again, and clicked her tongue for me to move forwards. Again, I followed. Only as I had no choice.

This time, an open sand arena surrounded me. People gazed down from viewing platforms, as the voice started again.
“This purebred Oldenburg stallion is worth Nearly 10 grand, people. But as he desperately needs a new forever home, they are giving this future winner away, for the highest bidder. That’s right ladies and gentlemen, make a bid. He could be yours!”

I sighed, Lowering my head onto 'the bit.' If I had had one. I walked out forward, just as she asked me. I lifted my strong legs higher, as I had done this many times before. Around and around the training area at home, only perfectly before I could be released again. My jet black, tall bodice shone in the light magically as I preformed her dressage maneuvers. Dancing and Prancing, I listened to her. Hopefully, this would soon end. If I did it right.

Life wasn’t terrible for me. She was terrible for me.

[Sorry If this is bad. It is late at night here, at I really need to go to bed!]

[IrishEyes]

Keely still didn't know whether she should've come today or not, even though she'd only planned to be at the auction for a little while she still didn't want to be away from Leo for too long. Though, she knew he was in capable hands so she convinced herself to relax a little. Several horses had gone through already, but none of them had captured her interest. Until now.
When Strella came out into the ring Keely sat up straighter, her experienced eyes looking him over. She blocked out the auctioneer's voice for now, she was more interested in the horse himself, not what they had to say about him. He had excellent conformation and movement, but Keely saw that he had personality, one that was hindered right at that moment, from the way he held his body she figured it was the woman out there with him he wanted to get away from, but was sticking obediently to what he was told to do.
She raised her hand to start the bidding and sat back again, now listening to the auctioneer whilst watching Strella move around the pen, hoping that it wouldn't go too high for her.

ooc: Sorry it's not as good as yours, I'm half asleep and yeah xD

[Just Dance ;]

Eventually, my great black sides began to heave. More and more nervous sweat made my thin, sleek bodice glitter, as I slowly eased my pace into a walk. It wasn’t the fitness that troubled me, as I could go for hours. But the heat in that covered in shed, and the booming voices. They never stopped.

I Snorted long hard breaths through my nostrils, pricked my ears, and quizzically looked into the audience. I scanned the spectators, each chattering happily. It took my mind off of the ring, as I gazed up. Eventually a straight sitting girl took my view. She was far away, but I could see her fur, the same colour as mine. Her eyes…They seemed so…kind. It was fascinating. I whickered impatiently to her. Why? I didn’t know. I felt like I needed her, and never had I felt like that before, to a human.

Another sharp tug on the black leather halter brought me back to the tests, as the lady’s sharp eyes glared into mine. I looked away, using my hip and side passing away from her. She pulled a long dressage whip from her leather boots, and cracked it closely behind my rump.

Shock quickly buzzed through my body once more, as I elevated into an extended trot. The squeezing tug on my lead instantly brought my head to my chest, as I danced the close circle around the lady.

”Bid! Thank you to the lady on the left. Do I hear $4000? BID!”
An older man raised his hand slightly, mouth twisted. It seemed he was interested, but definitely not willing to go too far.

I pushed my self on, powering from my hind. My deep eyes lay confused, scared, but I didn’t have the chance to do anything wrong, I couldn’t afford to.

[IrishEyes]

ooc: Methinks, seeing as though nobody else bidded and the week is up, that Strella be Keely's now?

[Just Dance ;]

OOC; Sure. Would you like to post?

[IrishEyes]

ooc: Will do, shall post in the stables.

[Just Dance ;]

OOC; Kk.