Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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The stud munched on his hay as the trailer moved down the road. He was groomed to the nines and his body was covered with a bee print sheet and his legs wrapped protectively. He snorted and his body shifted as the trailer caring him came to a halt. The studs nares widened and his ears danced atop his head. The door was dropped and the handler came in giving the horse one final pat as he unloaded, the large horse whinnied to the other horses as he was led to the barn. He kept taking in the scents, scents of fear, blood, sweat. It made him pin his ears for the briefest of moments before he was turned out into a round pen that had some shavings in it. Just like that his normal handler undid his leg wraps and disappeared. War was alone he made the circle of the pen and settled in the middle raising his head proudly watching the traffic go by. He snorted again and wondered what he had done to end up here, his rider had loved him very much but then she just stopped showing up. Others attempted to ride him but claimed he was just too much horse which he didn’t feel he was, he just knew how to do what he loved well. He shook his large head and cocked a hind leg as he settled watching the many sized horses go by. A worker stopped by the round pen and zip tied a sign to the pole before walking away with out a word to the horse, with a snort the stud shifted his weight and hoped for the best.
Ivan told himself he was just doing research. For Mr. Ryan, of course, right? Not himself...Well, maybe for himself too. He had ridden a few of the horses at the Ryan Academy, but he didn’t have one of his own. One that he could mold to his needs. Honestly, the ability to care for one – and brush for hours when he was off. And just love on, wasn’t being provided.
He hobbled a bit, due to the cold. Winter wasn’t too terrible, but the mud made walking a bit more difficult. Ivan walked around before seeing a chestnut stallion. He looked like he was in a bit of a mood, but Ivan shrugged and walked over anyway. The young man stopped in front of the gate and looked. “Hello there,” he called out. “You’re quite handsome.” Ivan knew the horse wouldn’t talk back to him, but he could dream, right?
Nordic was quietly standing there munching hay still watching as the traffic went by. This barn was sure busy and he was starting to wonder if it ever had a slow time other then when it was closed. He snorted and shifted his weight once more, just as a younger man approached his pen. Nordic turned to face him and started walking to that side of the pen as the man seemed to be saying something to him. He bobbed his head and stopped in front of the man and leaned his head over the panels, sniffing him before bumping his arm. He raised his head again, standing at his full height looking around the man as a horse on the loose bolted by with humans hot on the horses tail, he snorted and watched as the horse had no were else to go and was caught and brought back to the stall. Nordic looked at the man again and whickered wondering what his intentions were, maybe he would be the key to leaving this place.
The horse seemed to give a bit of a side eye before wandering over. Ivan smiled when the horse nudged him in the arm. A hand went up and when consent was given, Ivan rested a hand on the cheek – before scratching.
It didn’t take long for Ivan to catch the attention of a sales yard worker. “Hey!” Ivan called out. “What’s the info on this fine gentleman right here?” he asked.
War snorted and flattened his ears as the man waved someone over and then he was talking to the new person. War had no idea what was being said but he just stood there like he was interested his ears dancing atop his head before growing bored and taking a nice walk around his pen. “Oh this big handsome fellow just came in this morning, he’s an 18hh hanoverian stallion from what I have heard he is an excellent if not superior jumper apparently his old owner just stopped showing up and others claimed that he was just too much horse though I would say he has proved that statement false, are you interested in buying him?” the worker asked turning his attention to the horse for a moment and offering out a Cheetos, “oh ya he’s a sucker for Cheetos and apparently beer.”
"Is that so? I don't know yet. What are his disciplines? And beer, that is an odd one.." Ivan looked at the horse again, sizing him up. It wasn't in a malicious way, but in more of a checkover. He was looking for scars, any limps, or anything that could give a signal or something that could hinder the horse or rider. "What did they mean by too much horse?"
War was still quite bored even with the offering of Cheetos so with a snort he turned away and went back to the middle of the pen and cocked a hind leg flicking his tail in annoyance of the whole situation. After a few minutes he shifted his weight again and flicked on ear back but kept one forward for all the other chaos going on. “War is a show jumper and from what I have been able to pull up on him as well as reports from his previous stable he was quite the jumper and what was meant by too much horse I’m not for sure I’m assuming his size and the stables in experience to place a capable person on him, he by far has been the sweetest stallion brought in this week, oh he can get a bit headstrong sometimes so maybe that is what they meant and he doesn’t like being stalled for too long, do you have any other questions?” The worker asked looking at War who still had his backside pointed to them.
