Play With Me

I WON BOTH :squuees:
Adult references can be found Here (Harrison) and here (Kipper)
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My Bids for

Foal 3
Registered Name: CGF Living on the Clock
Barn Name: Harrison
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Dutch Warmblood
Projected Height: 17hh
Colour: Bay Tobiano
Markings: Socks on forelegs, stockings on hindlegs, tobiano on shoulder and neck, irregular white face
Passable traits: Colour, Personality
Suggested discipline: Eventing
Genes: EE, Aa, nTb
Personality: Harrison is, to be quite frank, a pain in the butt. He is extremely naughty, nips at people's bottoms, steals grooming equipment and has broken into the feed store on multiple occasions. He plays the innocent bystander when if fact he was the main source of the mischief. He often gets himself into sticky situations that play down his macho man ego. He needs a firm hand in training.
Bloodlines: BH Bodyclock x BH Living on Jupiter

Foal 4
Registered Name: CGF RadioStar
Barn Name: Kipper
Gender: Mare
Breed: Swedish WB x Danish WB
Projected Height: 16.2hh
Colour: Silver Bay Splash
Markings: Blaze, Splash
Passable traits: Colour, Personality
Suggested discipline: Eventing
Genes: EE, Aa, nZ, nSpl
Personality: Kipper is like a little puppy. She will follow anyone she thinks even remotely likes her or will giver her a treat. She's extremely friendly, playful and active. She can be very difficult to catch as she thinks that everything is a game. Her often innocent acts of mischievous fun can often result in mishaps; including that of accidently shoving her handler into a mud puddle or knocking over a bin of grain she was trying to open. She needs a lot of patience in her handler!
Bloodlines: HttM Radiowaves x BH Papped By A Rockstar

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Toby drummed her fingers mindlessly on her laptop keyboard she scanned through pages of sale horses. It had officially been a month since Wailer had become the first official horse at Crecent Gate Farms and the quirky mare seemed to be gaining a lonely appearance in her often blank gaze. The mare needed not necessarily a buddy but more or less the knowledge that she was not the only animal on the farm. So upon making the decision final to expand the number of horses, Toby had been on the hunt for the perfect candidate.
Out of the hundreds she had scanned through so far, no of them had caught her eye or absolutely screamed ‘BUY ME TOBY!” There were horses that seemed perfect but upon closer examination had proved to be nothing but lemons for one reason or another.

She sighed heavily and reached for her mug of coffee, eyes still scanning add after add when she paused to take a second glance at a particular add. A lot of weanlings were up for sale and the pedigrees looked promising. She analyzed the available youngstock and was amazed at how impossibly beautiful they all were. Two weanlings caught her eye in particular; both bay one a splash and the other tobiano. Their conformation seemed flawless and their colors absolutely eyecatching. It would be nearly impossible to choose just one so she began silently reasoning to herself, how she could manage to convince her more reasonable side this was a good idea getting two new horses. Wailer would have two new neighbors and it would be less traumatic for the babies to come to a new place with a familiar figure by their side. And it would be a great start of her training business by starting two of her own to debut out in the show world.

Leaning back in her chair, she chewed thoughtfully on the inside of her cheek, checking their pedigrees once more, then location of where these brilliant foals were located. The U.K.
Toby let a string of curses run out from her under her breath. There was no way she would be able to import two babies to the U.S. let alone one. She grumbled to herself and was about to continue her search else where when the solution hit her like a rock. The neighboring farmer had asked to lease out a few of her back pastures to graze his sheep on and he had offered a price that would more than enough cover import fees on two weanlings.
‘Yes, this would work out after all’ she mused to herself, getting up from her chair and reaching for her phone. ‘It will work out perfectly.’