Richy Rich - For Sale

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Richy Rich
5 Years Old
American Bashkir Curly
Stallion
Sorrel Leopard
15.1hh

Richy has yet to be started to saddle but has had extensive ground work done. He leads, loads, lunges, and ground drives with a willing attitude and puppy-like personality. He can be a bit mouthy and is prone to picking just about everything up and making it his own personal toy. He has yet to cover a mare, but he's certainly fascinated by them. He should make an excellent mount and breeding stud. Being a Bashkir Curly, he is considered hypoallergenic for those with sensitivities to dander and hair.

$5,000

[ p h o t o s ]
My good side.
Bashful.
Park!
There's girls over there!
Whazzat??
Baby got back!
Check these curls.
I'm smokin'!

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[chance]

Amelia had decided early that morning that she was going to go to the auction yard. Actually, she’d decided last night when she’d been making her usual dinner of mac n’ cheese but she’d woken up at five am that morning (hardly a rare occurrence for her) and had decided all over again. She needed a horse. Well, she wanted one, but these days want and need were pretty much interlinked for her. At least, that’s how she’d explain it to herself. Honestly, she was a little unsure how to go about the whole thing. It had been years since she’d actually ridden (although the time she’d spent on a horse during boarding school would surely mean that her body wouldn’t soon forget the motions) and she’d never actually bought a horse herself. Back home, a pony had always just materialized in the stables overnight whenever she fancied one and at AB, well, she’d never had her own horse there.

So currently, she was wandering around the many corrals at the yard - her blue eyes flickering lazily across the many examples of the equine species, some of them fine and others not so much. Most of the horses she’d seen so far were either too small or too big. And while Amelia was pretty sure she could handle just about any horse, she wanted her first horse - the first horse she’d own on her very own, to be perfect. Or at least as close as possible because Am had come to realize that getting anything perfect in this world was pretty much impossible. She wrinkled her nose finding that particular thought a bit distasteful and wandered down the path.

She’d been here for almost an hour and had yet to see any horse she really liked. Nothing seemed to call to her. And then she neared another corral and stopped dead. A slight smile crossed her lips and she forced herself to move lest something think her an invalid. In that corral had to be one of the most beautiful (and adorable) animals she’d ever seen. At least fifteen hands high - perfect for her - and stocky. Plus, he was curly. She’d never seen a curly horse, most the equines she’d come in contact with had been your run of the mill Thoroughbred or Quarter horse with the occasional Arabian thrown in and maybe a Paint or two. She approached the fence cautiously not sure of the horse’s temperament and not wanting to risk any fingers in finding out.

“Hey there, gorgeous,” she couldn’t help but say - nearly blushing at the clichéness the line. At least she’d left out the attempted Texan accent, as it was her Irish/English accent did enough to make it special enough.

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Dozing placidly off-center of the pen, the mottled beast almost started snoring in his tranquil state. He truly was a puppy-dog at heart, albeit a simpleton of sorts. His spirit was certainly in the right place, he just lacked the average amount of brain cells found in your everyday equine. His tail swung with a gentle sway, indicating he wasn't entirely locked up and asleep, but just mostly. As the lilting melodious voice reached his kink-haired ears, they flickered to an upright position and slowly his eyes flitted open. She was positioned behind him which forced him to swing his head around slowly until she came into view. Once the new face was in sight, his attention perked up and he shuffled aboutface to plod up to the panels and investigate her.

Being he was only moderately sized in height, though he attempted to put his head over the top of the panel, it was a futile attempt which he quickly abandoned upon that realization. For Plan B, he dipped his head to the side and fished his muzzle through the rungs until it wouldn't fit any further. Luckily, she was just within reach and his lips popped against the hem of her jeans until he was able to get it between his teeth. Once he succeeded, he began to tug playfully at them, then released only to pull his head back and force it through a higher space to go for her arm or torso, whichever he could find first.

Noting the arrival of the interested party, a young woman emerged from the nearby trailer, half a hotdog in hand with a bite she was currently working on finishing as she approached. "Howdy!" The word muffled around hotdog, she chewed quickly and swallowed the bite before she continued, looking rather sheepish. "Sorry 'bout that. So, whadya think of Richy Rich, here? Pretty neat guy, eh?"

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A slight smile curved across her lips absently as she watched the equine in the middle of the pen. He appeared to be sleeping and Amelia envied him for being able to be so relaxed in a foreign place. All she knew was that if was ever put into a situation like that, she’d be freaking out but that was mostly because she had some control issues. Or at least that’s what her partner had said - free psychological advice and all - because Ame was pretty bad at recognizing her own feelings and emotions. For all the training she’d had she was completely blind in regards to herself. Not that she minded. She took a step closer to the fence, blue eyes trained on the horse, her smile turning into a grin as the horse turned its head at the sound of her voice.

A snort of amusement almost left her lips while she watched the curly boy attempt to maneuver his way about the barrier between them. She watched, forgetting to be cautious. Am had always been at home around horses - or at least that’s what her riding instructor at AB had told her. There were a few times she’d been thrown off that had set her back as far as confidence around them went, but for the most part she was perfectly at ease. “Oh, hey,” she said with a surprised laugh as he latched onto her pant leg and tugged. She was almost pulled off balance but because he released her, she was lucky enough not to lose her balance and potentially injure herself. Amelia took a step back, watching as he thrust his head through a higher slat. She wasn’t looking to get any of her limbs nipped - even if he did seem playful those teeth could hurt (she knew from experience).

The sound of someone’s voice distracted Amelia from her intent study of the horse before her and she turned, fixing the woman with a soft smile. “Don’t worry about it,” Amelia said, the smile on her face genuine. “Oh, yes, definitely,” she said, glancing at the horse with a slight grin. “So what’s his story?” she asked, curiously. While she was a great rider for the most part, and she figured she could handle just about any horse under the right circumstances, she wasn’t the world’s greatest rider and she didn’t want to spend all the time with her new horse being thrown off or nearly killed. Even a horse with a sweet puppy dog face like Richy Rich.

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The young brunette smiled at the individual before her, immediately at ease with this new face. She seemed like a genuinely nice person, her smile was sincere, and her tone was natural. She could only hope that this continued and perhaps she'd fall in love with her special boy. Her main concern was finding someone who could compliment the stud's lackadaisical mannerisms and not worry him into anemia. The poor boy was, in her affectionate mindset, just shy of "helmet worthy." But he meant well, and she loved him for it. Setting the remainder of her hotdog on the trailer's wheel well, she dusted her hands off against one another before sidling over to the pen. With a quick motion, she had climbed the rungs and was perched at the top, fingers reaching to rub the curly-cues of the stud's mane affectionately. "This boy is an angel. Don't think there's a mean bone in his body. So I didn't have the heart to geld him, he's bound to make sweet babies."

As if he were aware he was being discussed, Richy lifted his head and nosed along his master's knee as he sorted out the smell of bread and random meat products that lingered on her. His lips popped along her leg and the moment she felt his teeth bump her, she waved him off gently with a flick of her hand. "He's about 5 years old and has been in the peak of health since I acquired him as a weanling. Since then, I've done just about everything that can be done with him on the ground. He leads, he loads, he ground drives, he lunges (single and double) and he even enjoys bowing for a carrot now and then." Richy, having been shunned from his mouthy tendency, had retreated to the middle of the pen and watched them with an almost pouting expression. So yes, she had allowed him to grow up a giant infant, what of it? Flog him all day long and he'll still be a huge baby. No two ways about it, Richy Rich was special in that way.

Sighing heavily, the dark-hared gal turned her attention from Richy back to the interested party and leaned forward on her knees. "The sign says $5K, but for the right person, I'll take less. My main concern is finding someone who can appreciate his gentle nature and not ruin him. He's well mannered, just hasn't been ridden yet, but that's my own fault. I can't get over my own fears to throw a leg over and I've come to terms with the fact I'm not cut out for animals his size. I'm sure he'd be a breeze to train for saddle, he was breeze to train this far. He just needs someone with patience and understanding, and who can do the thinking for him. He gets frustrated and locks up when he has to figure everything out for himself, but if he's shown how easy something is, he's incredibly willing." Afraid to start off on a tangent, as letting him go was about the hardest thing she would ever have to do, she sealed her lips into a thin line and sighed through her nostrils again, glancing towards her giant "pet" with a mildly forlorn expression.