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Guess what! It's Velvet's first competition! Boy, is everyone at the Blooded_Lunacy Stables happy! And rooting for him!
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Some data on him:
Name: BLs Velvet Nightmare
Age: 6 years
Gender: Colt
Breed: Draft Cross x Mikonhara
Bloodlines:
BLs Arion du Chateau d'Arc -X- Karasu
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BLs Velvet Nightmare du Chateau d'Arc
Sire: [link]
Dam: [link]
Siblings: (sister) [link]
Special traits: Vampiric
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Background tale...
- My, have you grown, boy...
Said Astaroth as the young horse's black coat was touched by the sun as was being unloaded from the trailer, led by Luc toward the train station's gates. The train that would take them to the airport was already steaming and hissing viciously in the railroad, ready to depart.
Pascal drove the truck, but Ivan, Charlotte and Belatrix had also come along.
Everyone was there to set their goodbyes to the team leaving for Velvet's first competition: The Blue Moon Acres Spring Draft Show.
- Boy, he says. - commented Ivan to the stableboys as he helped them unloading the massive pile of luggage Astaroth always dragged with him, even the gold and ebony coffin! - I still don't even believe how did that thing grow up so much in just a few months! - He was still a bit annoyed for having to help with the luggage, especially if he wasn't going on the travel.
- Come, - said Astaroth as he took Arion's leadrope from Charlotte's hand - We mustn't be late for the Air-traveling-thing-station.
- Your grace mean the airport. >.> - corrected Luc with his monochordic tone.
- That Astaroth still thinks he lives in the 19th century =.=U - Ivan mumbled.
- Of course not, master Ivan. - replied Pascal in the same tone, as if trying to cheer him up - The prince thinks he still lives in the 17th century... He's a few years behind everyone else.
- Yes, just go figure why.
- What are you two muttering about? Come on, chop-chop!
As the grown ups discussed, Belatrix strayed from Charlotte's hand and approached Velvet with a nice apple piece in her hand, which the colt took with pleasure, bringing his head down.
- Lacrimosa and Gloria asked me to to give you a kiss for them. - the girl whispered as she kissed him on the cheek.
The trip to America went smoothly, but anxiety started to build up in the debutant's mind as the moment of the contest grew near. Everywhere to be seen there were well-groomed and strong draft horses, purely made of win, and also their handlers walking by the stalls in elegant outfits. Was it just him or his own stall in the contest grounds was growing smaller every second?
Shortly before Luc coming to pick him up for the show, Arion tried to chill out his nerves giving some last advice.
- Well, just remember, obey the halter but...
- I know, "tug it slightly and put my ears and tail down if the sun causes pain".
- Yes, I don't want you to get any burns.
- I'll be alright dad. I guess...
- It will help if you stop being so undecided. - Arion gently muzzled his son - You won't be asked a single thing more than the skills you already master. The spotlight will be yours for a couple of moments... let yourself enjoy it.
Velvet glanced back at him not knowing what to reply, and the old stallion took word once more.
- For at least once, spread your wings and fly.
Velvet was not sure about what his father meant. But when he entered the judging area and he found out the meaning inside himself.
Luc lead him gently, and so did the young horse answered to the halter's pleads. The judges took their notes and none seemed displeased, neither showed utter contempt. That at least kept Velvet at ease, concerning his fears, yet his heart was pounding with eager to know what his scores would have been. Was he beginning to enjoy competing?
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Some data on him:
Name: BLs Velvet Nightmare
Age: 6 years
Gender: Colt
Breed: Draft Cross x Mikonhara
Bloodlines:
BLs Arion du Chateau d'Arc -X- Karasu
|
BLs Velvet Nightmare du Chateau d'Arc
Sire: [link]
Dam: [link]
Siblings: (sister) [link]
Special traits: Vampiric
+~+~+~+
Background tale...
- My, have you grown, boy...
Said Astaroth as the young horse's black coat was touched by the sun as was being unloaded from the trailer, led by Luc toward the train station's gates. The train that would take them to the airport was already steaming and hissing viciously in the railroad, ready to depart.
Pascal drove the truck, but Ivan, Charlotte and Belatrix had also come along.
Everyone was there to set their goodbyes to the team leaving for Velvet's first competition: The Blue Moon Acres Spring Draft Show.
- Boy, he says. - commented Ivan to the stableboys as he helped them unloading the massive pile of luggage Astaroth always dragged with him, even the gold and ebony coffin! - I still don't even believe how did that thing grow up so much in just a few months! - He was still a bit annoyed for having to help with the luggage, especially if he wasn't going on the travel.
- Come, - said Astaroth as he took Arion's leadrope from Charlotte's hand - We mustn't be late for the Air-traveling-thing-station.
- Your grace mean the airport. >.> - corrected Luc with his monochordic tone.
- That Astaroth still thinks he lives in the 19th century =.=U - Ivan mumbled.
- Of course not, master Ivan. - replied Pascal in the same tone, as if trying to cheer him up - The prince thinks he still lives in the 17th century... He's a few years behind everyone else.
- Yes, just go figure why.
- What are you two muttering about? Come on, chop-chop!
As the grown ups discussed, Belatrix strayed from Charlotte's hand and approached Velvet with a nice apple piece in her hand, which the colt took with pleasure, bringing his head down.
- Lacrimosa and Gloria asked me to to give you a kiss for them. - the girl whispered as she kissed him on the cheek.
The trip to America went smoothly, but anxiety started to build up in the debutant's mind as the moment of the contest grew near. Everywhere to be seen there were well-groomed and strong draft horses, purely made of win, and also their handlers walking by the stalls in elegant outfits. Was it just him or his own stall in the contest grounds was growing smaller every second?
Shortly before Luc coming to pick him up for the show, Arion tried to chill out his nerves giving some last advice.
- Well, just remember, obey the halter but...
- I know, "tug it slightly and put my ears and tail down if the sun causes pain".
- Yes, I don't want you to get any burns.
- I'll be alright dad. I guess...
- It will help if you stop being so undecided. - Arion gently muzzled his son - You won't be asked a single thing more than the skills you already master. The spotlight will be yours for a couple of moments... let yourself enjoy it.
Velvet glanced back at him not knowing what to reply, and the old stallion took word once more.
- For at least once, spread your wings and fly.
Velvet was not sure about what his father meant. But when he entered the judging area and he found out the meaning inside himself.
Luc lead him gently, and so did the young horse answered to the halter's pleads. The judges took their notes and none seemed displeased, neither showed utter contempt. That at least kept Velvet at ease, concerning his fears, yet his heart was pounding with eager to know what his scores would have been. Was he beginning to enjoy competing?
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Karasu:*sniffs*I'm so proud of my son,he grew up far too fast.Good luck my son,I am so proud of you...*sniffles and rests head on Azura's shoulder,who has rare smile on her face*
Azura:Yes as your mum says,all of us here at PLIS are proud of you and rooting for you all the way.
Ghoul:Good luck little brother^^*smiles widely*
Azura:Yes as your mum says,all of us here at PLIS are proud of you and rooting for you all the way.
Ghoul:Good luck little brother^^*smiles widely*