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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Moxxie didn't know what was going on, but there were people and people were fun. She liked people. Tilting her head over the rails, she poked at the sales man gently before trying to play with the latch.
"Those aren't a problem for me - I'm good with quirks."
The sales man gently pushed Moxxie's muzzle away from the latch, having long since learnt what the mare was capable.
"I'd like to work on that price then, given the quirks you just listed and all, and make an offer that can't be refused." She laughed - tilting her head slightly with a spark in her eyes. "So out of the 4-500, I'm thinking toward to 400 mark?"
The man let out a slight whistle and looked at Moxxie the same time as she was reaching towards his hat. He could only chuckle.
"How about we come to middle, 450? She's got potential despite those quirks. I would've taken her myself, but she's too small for me and my kids aren't horse mad, but she'd be a valuable asset."
"That she is," She agreed, not wanting to gush too much and encourage the price to rise - tread carefully, she could be naive at times but she wasn't flat out idiotic.
Pheonix gave a little laugh and nodded, "There's nothing wrong with a little twinkle in the eye," She preferred a horse with character, even if it meant she hit the dirt a few times along with it. "So, how much is she? Don't leave me hanging, I'm interested."
Moxxie looked over to the humans, curious as to why they were hanging around so much. It wasn't that she wanted them to go, if anything she wanted to be with people. The other horses weren't too bad, but they weren't for her persay. She moved over, sticking her head through the gate rungs and began trying to undo the latch.
The salesman let out a breath and pulled out his work phone, pulling up the young mare's details, "Owners have said she's probably only worth four to five-hundred pounds, given they only ever had her trained for a few weeks to walk and lead. We've marked her at the five hundred, but its negotiable to a point."
He looked up and spotted the young mare attempting the latch and gently pushed her nose away, "She does come with some quirks the owners wanted shared. She can and does escape stalls, she has no space sense - she'll be on you all the time, and while they did sent her for correction, she seems to forget it time to time. Can be a touch hard to catch, but a bribe seems to get her fine. All in all, she's a good young lass looking for someone to teach her more, and with the right hands, she'll go far I'm sure of it."
Moxxie was mostly patient as the human looked over her and ran her hands down her legs. She kept an eye on the woman, an ear always turned towards her. She gently bumped her nose against the woman's shoulder, not too hard, but enough to try earn some further attention before lipping at her hair. She didn't grab and pull, just finding it to amuse her for a few moments before she walked off to the water trough to get a drink.
"You're gorgeous...and you're just going to have to come home with me," Phe laughed.
The sales man was down a few pens doing some final dealings with a bay shire that had gathered a decent amount of interest in the yard, handing over some papers and directed the buyer down to the office to finalize everything. Stepping out, he began to make his way over, noticing the woman in Moxxie's pen.
"Ah, she's a fine one isn't she?" he said, offering a smile to Phe, "A little bit of mischief, but she's a good one."
"Hey there, aren't you a beauty," She was careful with the offering of her hand.
Moxxie turned her head at the sound of the voice and nickered curiously, approaching the fence with little hesitation, sniffing at the hand that was offered to her. Bumping her nose against the hand and wiggling her lip a little, she stood still for all of a minute or so before she turned her head and moved off to another edge of the pen to call out to a horse quite a ways over from her. She stood like that for a moment, focused in on whatever was across the way.
"Hmmm, I wonder..." She murmured.
Her attention was recaptured, ears flicking back to the woman and perked up again, going back over, poking her head over the gate again and reached out to the woman for a moment to see if she could get a treat from her. She liked those. Flicking her tail to brush the flies off her legs, she was on the move again, investigating her water dish and the all but finished hay net slung over the rails. Tossing her head and pawing at the ground, she wanted to get out and go but she doubted she was getting out any time soon because the people didn't like catching her - it was all a great game!
Moxxie turned again for the fifth time since she'd been tied to the post to see whatever was going on around her. The slightest noise, the whinnying of other horses, even the twittering of a bird was enough to make her turn her head and look at whatever caught her attention, much to the annoyance of the man trying to groom her. But either way, the mare was not one to stand still for too long. She was always moving, always curious and very oblivious to the fact she was bumping into the man as she turned to try and observe the various things around her.
It was part of the reason why she was being sold - she was just a little too much for her former owners, as much as they loved her. But her owners had faith that someone would that could give the young mare all the love, attention and training she needed to get the best out of her. If the groom were to have had a say in it, the sooner Moxxie had some true training under her belt she might've been a decent horse, but right now she was testing his patience.
The only thing that seemed to make her pause for more than ten seconds was that ticklish spot she had on her chest which made her upper lip wiggle too and fro. But that trick could only last so long before he had to move to on to the rest of her and she was back to moving around. But some how he managed to get her groomed, her coat shiny despite the dirt showing along her legs - he couldn't trust her not to possibly kick him if he touched her legs this time, too curious today. So he lead her back to her pen, leaving the halter on with a short catch piece attached. Even in small quarters she could prove to be a bit of a cow to catch, so for everyone's sanity, they left it on. For her own part, the second she was free to move, she tried to follow the man out of her pen, but he knew her a little too well, and had the gate shut before she could barge out. Covering the latch, he went over to the next horse that needed some attention.
show name • Madame Moxxie stable name • Moxxie, Mox age • Three Years Old breed • Quarter Horse x Paint height • 15.2hh discipline • Unbroken [halter / leading trained] gender • Mare
the appearance
identifying features• An innocent, sweet face with unique markings. Grullo Dun Tobiano marks with cat-tracks.
the personality
likes • Loves Sugar Cubes, Being Active, Playing with People, Playing with Water, Watermelon dislikes • Being cooped up, Having to stand still, Worming time, Roosters and Thunder strengths • Intelligent, Fast Learner weaknesses • Sometimes hard to catch, Will escape and free her friends fears • Thunder Storms overall personality • Moxxie is a sweetheart that is very pleasant to be around and enjoys her time with people more than she does with other horses. She's not the highest on the totem pole, nor is she the lowest, but she does back down to the other horses. She can be a little buddy sour if she's not around people often, but its nothing major. She is cheeky and funny, playful and loving even if she doesn't fully understand personal space. She doesn't spook too easy and is happy to go as far and fast she is asked.
the history
owner • PHOENIX YASMIN LOVECRAFT father • Unknown mother • Unknown siblings • Unknown overall history • Moxxie was born on a small farm where her owners of the time were hobby breeders. She was an experimental cross that turned out for the most part very lovely and lively. She was babied by humans from the beginning to a point that at times, she forgot she was a horse. She was often seen tailing the family far from her dam. The babying however proved to be a down fall for her, as her lack of respect for people and space got her into trouble a few times, and when it came time for humans to set up their boundaries, Moxxie proved to be a handful.
Sent to a trainer to correct these things when she was two, Moxxie learnt to accept the halter and lead and how to keep some decent distance between her and her handlers. With that effort made, her owners did want to train her for pleasure riding, however life got in the way and Moxxie was left to stand out in the pastures until she was ultimately put up for Sale.
Now she waits in the sale yards for her future owner, a pretty little project horse with untapped talent.
the role player
alias • BlackJac, Jac age • Mid 20s other characters • Too many