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Post by Ace of Spades on Sept 27, 2006 16:44:10 GMT -5
Jack in the Box is an experienced stallion. He has sired a good generation of runners. He sired a winner fo the Wood memorial, and a 2nd place finisher in the kentucky Oaks. But, he hasn't done anythign spectacular. He is known for being very rough with mares. But people still pay $50,000 to breed to him.
He stood in his paddock trotting around, waiting for his next mare to come. He wanted to get the breeding over with, and he wanted to run around in his paddock some more. He liked to put on shows for people getting a tour of Claiborn. Every time a tour group comes, he runs around, tail and head high, bucking and what not. Alwyas making the staff worrie he will hurt himself.
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Post by Gusting Gale on Sept 28, 2006 16:12:00 GMT -5
The sun was high in the deep blue sky - it was almost cloudless. Golden bod shone brightly in the midday rays - it was wonderfully warm. However, Drifting Beauty's predocament was undesirable.
Beauty wandered carefully int the paddock, banner clamped to her rump. This stag had a reputation & not a good one. She positioned herself in front of a fence & stood silently watching him.
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Post by Ace of Spades on Sept 28, 2006 17:46:20 GMT -5
Once the vix wondered into the paddock across teh way, his ears pricked and he trotted to her, nickering. Once he got to her, he raised his head, and snorted. Looking her over, he thought she was good. He smelled her, nor sure if the time was right. But he said
So, are you in season?
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Post by Gusting Gale on Sept 30, 2006 14:01:49 GMT -5
AS he spotted her fear filled her orbs. He was harsh & she hated any feeling of being overpowered. Her bod was already starting dampen with the beads of anxiety.
Why would I tell you?
she hissed, rump firmly against the fence.
I've heard of your reputation, Jack
she added, before looking to graze.
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Post by Ace of Spades on Oct 1, 2006 20:53:38 GMT -5
"Because" said Jack oh so slyly "Your owners paided alot of money to be here!"
Jack let her graze. He started smelling around. And laughed "You ARE in season!" as he started getting a bit more fisty with her.
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Post by Gusting Gale on Oct 2, 2006 13:42:21 GMT -5
She snorted at the fact that her owners had paid money for her to be bred. They had paid for her to be tortured & put through pain, how kind of them. As he discovered she was in season, she clamped her tail down even harder.
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Post by Ace of Spades on Oct 2, 2006 20:54:43 GMT -5
jack laughed. He nomrally did wait for the mares to be a bit more comfortable. Though, they don't breed in the paddocks. Thats the sheds. he got a little closer
"Your fine now hun..." he said calmly "We'll make a strong foal, no dout."
He drew closer again, and grazed around where she was grazing.
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Post by Gusting Gale on Oct 3, 2006 12:16:43 GMT -5
I'm not your 'hun'
she hissed in an agitated manner. A snort escaped her maw at his second remark, she did not want to care for any foal - it was just that instinct sorted out that little problem. As he grazed closer, she became more & more uncomfortable but saved her energy for later. She would need it.
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Post by Ace of Spades on Oct 3, 2006 17:31:48 GMT -5
"I'm sorry..." he said calmly. He got up and started to trot around the feild. "I think you'll have a colt. Don't ask me why, I will never know the foal, I just think.... it will be a colt!" he said broudly, as he was struttin' his stuff. He started to graze, but he still stared at the mare "Did you win any races?" he said rudely
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Post by Gusting Gale on Oct 5, 2006 12:32:47 GMT -5
She snorted at his remark about the colt & hoped that the foal would be a strong filly similar to herself. Her hopes were that the filly would be a wonderful brood mare with the same hate of proud, power abusing stags as her. A smile appeared on her maw as she thought of the perfect daughter.
No, but my last filly has won the Ascot Open for the last three years.
she hissed,
However, she had a sweet, modest & strong sire - quite the opposite to you!
she added spitefully, he was the biggest jerk ever.
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Post by Ace of Spades on Oct 5, 2006 16:47:01 GMT -5
At least I am strong! he snapped I am the sire of many wonderful horses! All I said was we could create an amazing colt. Even a filly
He started pawing the ground and snorting. He pinned his ears back, and started walking awway from the vix. With his arched neck, and high stepping, hard pounding on the ground, he walked to the other side of the meadow, where the barn owners put a "sheild" and a mussle on him.
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Post by Gusting Gale on Oct 7, 2006 12:59:29 GMT -5
She snorted at his words & smirked as he walked off angered. A shudder ran through her as she saw him being fitted up & as grooms came over to fit her boots. She would have to think of another way to hurt him than kicking out.
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Post by Ace of Spades on Oct 7, 2006 13:28:59 GMT -5
Jack now held his head low. But his eyes still pilled with passion. He walked over to her, and said "Your safe now... I can't do anything for the moment." As he tried to eat some grass through the muzzle
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Post by Gusting Gale on Oct 7, 2006 15:07:52 GMT -5
Thank god
she mumbled before returning to grazing.
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Post by Ace of Spades on Oct 7, 2006 18:04:59 GMT -5
Jack looked up and saw the teaser, spots, come. "Well" he said " I am going to go for now, and you will see the annoyance of Spots, then you will love me!" he said as he trotted off to his groom.
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