Post by Tiger on Nov 12, 2006 17:54:36 GMT -5
Owner:Liz Raine (pending)
Name:Gladiator
Age:Four
Breed: Thoroughbred
Gender: Stallion
Height(Hands High): 16.2
Picture or Appearance:
Not much to tell you about Gladiators appearance. I won’t inform you that he is a dark bay. Nor will I tell you of the white star that resides on his forehead. Why burden you with the information of his long legs, he slender body or his long head? There is nothing about any of that that you would need to know. He seems plain enough. But I will tel you he is not. Hatred in burned into his eyes. Don’t look straight into them, it will be your downfall, they are mezmariaing. Parrelizing. Ever wondered why no one could ride him.
Personality/Temperament:Ah, in interesting question. But I am afraid I can’t tell you. He is concealed even I don’t know of it. Know nothing, do nothing. Say nothing. Avoid him entirely. I can tell you that he is withdrawn, and evil. He likes to keep contact to a minimum. Okay, so he has slackened off that. He is no longer evil. But in the paddock he will try to avoid pther horses. But he is getting better. True, he will never be kind, but he will tolerate others now. It is getting better.
History:Born? Where was he born? Intreresting question. Half way between captivity and freedom. His body was born into a stall, buit his heart into the wild. He wanted nothing more then to escape. But it was soon found out he wanted nothing more. It became impossible for him to escape. He was trapped. Trapped in a world he hated.
This is probably why he hated everyone so. He hated indoors, he hated being provided for. He wanted to run free. But eventually he gave up/ He withdrew. Nothing was dear to him. He realized that there were many things worth fighting for, freedom was not one of them.
There was still the problem of training the brute. He was a wild one. Though he had given up on escaping he wasn’t going to let anyone on his back. People were giving up. Nobody would ride him anymore. Nobody wanted to get thrown off. So, it seemed Gladiator would b left to go even wilder in his stall. He earned his name then, he had been known as Trumpet before.
Ah, the pleasure got landed on Liz, yes poor old Liz. Well, you wouldn’t know who Liz was do you? Well, Liz was a rider. She had been riding for years. She was seventeen. She started riding at age seven and she was quite good. The problem was she had moved. Well, the first thing on her list was to find a new place to ride.
Liz arrived at the stable ready to ride. She learned she was riding Gladiator. Not knowing who he was she didn’t care. She just thought that was an interesting name for a horse. She looked at him, he was a beauty. Dark bay. Boy was she surprised when she threw her legs over the saddle.
She was hardly seated when he took off. He started galloping around the ring. Yes, Liz was surprised. But it took more then that to get her off. A couple of bucks didn’t do it either. Now, Gladiator was really starting to get annoyed. He reared up thrashing his legs around. But this was all the way up. He quickly touched back down and threw his hind legs up into the air. This was to much for Liz, she flew off his back.
But Liz, she was a determined person. She would not give up. She insisted on getting back on. Gladiator had completely worn himself out with the rodeo was forced to do what she told him to. Yes, he had the energy left to do a normal lesson, but not enough to try throwing her off. Yes, he could buck a few times, but he had already learned that wasn’t goin to cut it with her.
Liz came back and rode Gladiatory daily. She refused to ride anyone else. She would just say she liked a challenge. Sometimes she got thrown off, sometimes not. But as time went on Gladiator began to deal with her. His attempts at removing her grew less and less. Untill it was just a single joking buck everytime she got on. Yes, everytime he would buck, still does. But it wasn’t anything big.
Gladiator and Liz made a great team. They worked well at all disciplines. He was no thoroughbred but was pretty fast on the track. They jumped amazingly as a team. They were a great pair. The two of them are still working on dressage though, Gladiator isn’t great at that kind of thing.
Discipline: Racing and Jumping......
Experience(Green/Intermediate/Expert): On the track he is just neyond amazing. Jumping, he is a great jumper but is more intermidiate............it really depends on the dicipline
Name:Gladiator
Age:Four
Breed: Thoroughbred
Gender: Stallion
Height(Hands High): 16.2
Picture or Appearance:
Not much to tell you about Gladiators appearance. I won’t inform you that he is a dark bay. Nor will I tell you of the white star that resides on his forehead. Why burden you with the information of his long legs, he slender body or his long head? There is nothing about any of that that you would need to know. He seems plain enough. But I will tel you he is not. Hatred in burned into his eyes. Don’t look straight into them, it will be your downfall, they are mezmariaing. Parrelizing. Ever wondered why no one could ride him.
Personality/Temperament:Ah, in interesting question. But I am afraid I can’t tell you. He is concealed even I don’t know of it. Know nothing, do nothing. Say nothing. Avoid him entirely. I can tell you that he is withdrawn, and evil. He likes to keep contact to a minimum. Okay, so he has slackened off that. He is no longer evil. But in the paddock he will try to avoid pther horses. But he is getting better. True, he will never be kind, but he will tolerate others now. It is getting better.
History:Born? Where was he born? Intreresting question. Half way between captivity and freedom. His body was born into a stall, buit his heart into the wild. He wanted nothing more then to escape. But it was soon found out he wanted nothing more. It became impossible for him to escape. He was trapped. Trapped in a world he hated.
This is probably why he hated everyone so. He hated indoors, he hated being provided for. He wanted to run free. But eventually he gave up/ He withdrew. Nothing was dear to him. He realized that there were many things worth fighting for, freedom was not one of them.
There was still the problem of training the brute. He was a wild one. Though he had given up on escaping he wasn’t going to let anyone on his back. People were giving up. Nobody would ride him anymore. Nobody wanted to get thrown off. So, it seemed Gladiator would b left to go even wilder in his stall. He earned his name then, he had been known as Trumpet before.
Ah, the pleasure got landed on Liz, yes poor old Liz. Well, you wouldn’t know who Liz was do you? Well, Liz was a rider. She had been riding for years. She was seventeen. She started riding at age seven and she was quite good. The problem was she had moved. Well, the first thing on her list was to find a new place to ride.
Liz arrived at the stable ready to ride. She learned she was riding Gladiator. Not knowing who he was she didn’t care. She just thought that was an interesting name for a horse. She looked at him, he was a beauty. Dark bay. Boy was she surprised when she threw her legs over the saddle.
She was hardly seated when he took off. He started galloping around the ring. Yes, Liz was surprised. But it took more then that to get her off. A couple of bucks didn’t do it either. Now, Gladiator was really starting to get annoyed. He reared up thrashing his legs around. But this was all the way up. He quickly touched back down and threw his hind legs up into the air. This was to much for Liz, she flew off his back.
But Liz, she was a determined person. She would not give up. She insisted on getting back on. Gladiator had completely worn himself out with the rodeo was forced to do what she told him to. Yes, he had the energy left to do a normal lesson, but not enough to try throwing her off. Yes, he could buck a few times, but he had already learned that wasn’t goin to cut it with her.
Liz came back and rode Gladiatory daily. She refused to ride anyone else. She would just say she liked a challenge. Sometimes she got thrown off, sometimes not. But as time went on Gladiator began to deal with her. His attempts at removing her grew less and less. Untill it was just a single joking buck everytime she got on. Yes, everytime he would buck, still does. But it wasn’t anything big.
Gladiator and Liz made a great team. They worked well at all disciplines. He was no thoroughbred but was pretty fast on the track. They jumped amazingly as a team. They were a great pair. The two of them are still working on dressage though, Gladiator isn’t great at that kind of thing.
Discipline: Racing and Jumping......
Experience(Green/Intermediate/Expert): On the track he is just neyond amazing. Jumping, he is a great jumper but is more intermidiate............it really depends on the dicipline