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WBS A Designated PlayerOTHER PICTURES FROM THIS SHOW:
There was a gentle breeze about the cloudless sky, carrying the clean scent of salt from the calm ocean to the nostrils of all within the area. It was a scent that made you stop what you are doing to in-hail deeper a second, a third time. It made you close your eyes and ex-hail with more air than you had brought in your lungs to begin with. It left a warm smile on your face and a pep in your walk as it played with your hair and engulfed you in its clean goodness.
The scene below the skies was busy, despite the random persons whom stopped to smell the air now and then, those un-accustomed to the smell of the sea, such as the staff from White Blood Stables. They had brought their two trailers and faced their sides to each other with a wide space between as to enclose the horses in the same area with the use of the trailers and trucks. The horses were being unloaded and as they were, they flared their nostrils wide, jerking their attention to the sea. The humans were not the only ones that were enjoying the ocean breeze.
White Blood Stables was against Roping because of the risk the cows had of severe injury during the run, and so Team Roping was skipped. Had there been Team Penning, and Jen would have jumped on it but alas, there was not And so there she was, grooming and readying her stallion for the show. Around her were other WBnS faculty reading various other horses, but she didn't pay much mind to them. They were relaxing, but as her class was quickly arriving, she had to hurry. They had arrived late as it was, so thank god for them skipping the Roping class. That class was teasingly short as Jen was cutting it very close with her being ready. They were called out just as she was walking him in a circle to loosen his belly and allow her to tighten the sinch. She quickly tightened the sinch, Players ears shooting back and his tail swishing in protest, bobbing his head. She shook the saddle too and fro, slight moaning of leather heard, before climbing aboard. Player ducked his head and kicked to the side a little, and Jen scolded him. The staff wished her luck as she went into the arena, not having time to warm up before. She was sure they would go through fine, confident.
s Newfoundland's Annual Show! [link]
Horse's Name: WBS A Designated Player [link]
Breed: American Paint Horse
Class: Western Pleasure
Handler: Jennifer Simpson [link]We placed 1st/5 [link]WINNINGS:
100 Points by =ZombieOverLoad
Head shot of winning horse by =ZombieOverLoad
One free Uncommon Carniquine/Felsteed import by =LightningTheif
horse reff- Google
art (c) muah
time elapsed- aprx. 12 hours