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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Daemon snorted gently as he relaxed, enjoying the gentle attention he was given, soaking it up. He would've stayed like that until he saw a shape that made him look and call out curiously.
“You like people, don’t you?”
Carefully, he moved back towards the hands that were reaching out for him - why not, right? He was getting attention and he liked that, so he was not about to give that up while ever he was getting that attention.
“Hey,” Griffin called out. “Can you tell me about this one?”
The yard hand stopped in his tracks and turned on his heel, glancing over before smiling and moved over to where they where the young man was standing.
"Ah, yes - Daemon. A sweeter horse I have yet to meet, he's a slightly older horse at fifteen years of age but he's still very soft and light in his steps," the yard hand nodded, "Very gentle and well mannered, experienced and seems to give you everything you ask. We were told he was a dressage horse of good standing, I don't have the paperwork on me, but he was apparently up there. And as you can see, he loves people. Though the only thing I do remember having a flag on was the fact he was dropped here very suddenly, claimed they were no longer interested in him though I find that hard to believe."
"Hello. What’s a handsome thing like you doing here?”
Daemon's ears perked forward, listening the voice. It was gentle and sounded kind, and an offered hand - attention? He moved forward, gently butting his nose against the stranger's hand with a faint, almost curious whinny. He didn't expect anything to come aside from some faint attention, but he was prepared to stay as long as the human was prepared to stay.
He knew enough to know that this wasn't his owner who had left him - the voice was the same, and the awful smell that accompanied them was not present either. No. This human was not covered in whatever it was that humans liked, but the scent was at the least pleasant, as far as Daemon could figure. Perhaps this human was here to work? He would've enjoyed getting out and giving his best effort if the man was willing. He lifted his head slightly, catching sight - blurred as it was - of groom walking by. He whinnied softly, curiously, interested to know if it more attention on the way or not.
Daemon was bored but he didn't complain or fuss over the fact as he stood in his pen and watched the coming and going of the world outside. It had been weeks since he'd seen his owner, left in this strange place without any familiar faces or smells or sounds. It was confusing, strange, but he didn't kick up a fuss.
Fussing over things seemed like such a pointless thing to do. He bumped his nose over the pen railings and slowly turned in a circle, reaffirming that he was still in the confined space before finding the opening and poking his head out with a curious, soft nicker.
Aside from the casual pats and fleeting attention from the workers, there was no indication he was going to get to work as much as he wanted to. In all honesty, a little more attention would've been nice.
show name • Son of Daemon stable name • Daemon age • 15 Years Old breed • Pura Raza Española (PRE) height • 16.3hh discipline • Classical Dressage - Open to Retraining gender • Stallion
the appearance
identifying features• A pale silvery grey coat with dark legs and an irregular nose marking.
the personality
likes • Working, Being around People, Pears, Baths, Salt-blocks (borderline dangerous addiction) dislikes • Banana, Loud Music, Cars, Donkeys / Small Horses, Icy Ground strengths • Adaptive, Responsive weaknesses • Poor Pain Indicator, Overly Trusting fears • Jump-scares (Anything that jumps out unpredictably, or whilst his attention is elsewhere) overall personality • Daemon is one of those easy going, calm, down to Earth stallions that is more than happy to be passive. He's neither Leader nor Follower, getting along just fine with other studs and geldings. He's a gentleman's gentleman, adapting to his rider just as easily as breathing, never chucking a fuss. He's quite noble, willing and loyal to the point he will not leave a fallen rider. He's known to be quite stoic as well when it comes to injury and pain, which can be an issue - he's willing to work himself into the ground for his owner, even when he's in pain. He generally doesn't spook unless its a 'jump-scare'. Can be left for months and brought back into work.
the history
owner • GRIFFIN SKY KELLER father • Unknown mother • Unknown siblings • Likely Many overall history • Daemon's life was normal, born on a small stud farm, left to grow and mature out before finally reaching a suitable training age. His initial years were incredibly good - his owners made sure to teach him many ground skills and put him through many situations that most other horses might've freak out, but he took to each lesson fairly quickly before moving on to the next lesson.
His dressage career was then later kicked off at the age of five, where he was taken from ring to ring and rose steadily through the ranks with his share of failings, though his owners continued to work with him. There was never really a time from then on where he was truly on rest, as he began to win and win decently. Over the next five years, he was an international star at the age of ten, placing in the top three consistently and seemingly effortlessly. However it would begin to unravel slightly.
With no real breaks in his career, Daemon grew an exceptional pain tolerance, his saddle causing constant pinching and bruising in his back - an issue that had not been discovered until a competition vet check where the vet found the sensitive hot spot. Scratched from that competition, he was ordered onto rest for a little while however his owner decided that two weeks off was too long when Daemon was on such a good streak. He worked, never showing signs of pain as he did so. This move however saw Daemon taken from his owners on the grounds animal abuse.
Given several months off, and reassessed, Daemon was picked up by another competitive rider who was considerably less aware of Daemon's abilities. The stud went on to perform through a variety of strains, bruises and knocks. He did however have a moment where he pinned his ears as he worked on a skewed shoe that sent him considerably lame. He was rested and sold on again at thirteen to a young man in England who didn't care about the horse as such, only looking to win. His younger sibling was mucking around with the horse one day and jumped out behind the stallion, frightening the life out of him. Completely ruled over by fear, Daemon bolted straight into an arena wall, smashing one of the mirrors head first.
Stunned and not moving as much as was expected, the vet at first thought the horse was physically paralyzed but after an adrenaline shot, Daemon got off the ground and was carefully led to a stall where his wounds were treated. For the rest of that year he was on recovery watch, let go to pasture condition before his owner brought him back into work again to be sold. Naturally the seller never mentioned the accident.
Notes - these are things his previous owners have not mentioned; - Has a semi-paralyzed left ear (limited range of motion / feeling) - Scars are neat and super faint, cannot be seen unless he is clipped. - Unknown amount of vision loss; can see, things are just blurred - quality of life is unaffected.
the role player
alias • BlackJack, Jac age • Mid 20s other characters • Lost count again...
