Handsome Studs in Motion

PART TWO!

Recollecting herself emotionally, Shelby wiped her eyes on the sleeves of her sweater and turned back towards the madness of busyness going on behind her. Her features lit up as she saw the stable owner, Miss Moonquill, walking straight back towards the paddock in which Shelby stood.

"Perfect timing," Shelby called, reaching the paddock fence at the same time as Miss Moonquill.

"I take it you're interested in him?" Miss Moonquill chimed, raising a brow as she leaned upon the fence gingerly.

"You bet your sweet ass I am!" Shelby screeched. Quickly realizing her overly abrupt rudeness, she slapped her hands over her mouth and replied, much more politely, "I mean, of course I am. You DO know how much I love this guy, don'tcha?" Chuckling under her breath, Miss Moonquill nodded.

"Do you want to take him out for a test ride or anything?" Miss Moonquill questioned, motioning towards the stallion now strolling up behind the cat woman.

Turning around to wrap her arms around the handsome boy's neck, Shelby smiled. "I would actually like to see him alongside his pappy, if it's all right with you. I don't see him out here, but I would love to see the two of the together one final time. Otherwise, you know that I want him regardless." Miss Moonquill laughed, nodding.

"Okay, okay, just to appease you. One last time."

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All too soon, a small crowd stood in awe at the pair of stallions as they pranced around the paddock, performing their own variation of a Pas De Deux. They were beautiful, swift and graceful. And as much as it pained Shelby's heart to take the boy from his father, if she didn't somebody else would. Smiling, as tears glistened her eyes once more, Shelby turned to Miss Moonquil and choked, "Please let me do the honor of taking this handsome boy home?"

YES! PART TWO! And although I copied this info on part one, pasting it here too

Name The Preacher
Nickname Priest
Age 5
Height EMH 15hh
Breed NSH/Hallowequine X Hallowequine
Dam Citrouille a La Creme:
Sire The Pumpkin King:
Breed pic: [link]
Discipline Saddleseat, Sidesaddle, Halter, Pleasure, harness, Dressage

Bloodline

Duo [link] X ?
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Dark Soul [link] X Bloody Mary [link]
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Lhach [link] X Aidien [link]
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The Pumpkin King [link] X Citrouille a La Creme [link]
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The Preacher

Passing traits
Black 99% (lots of black throughout family line)
White 60% (medium amount of while in family line)
Orange %50 (<-- not full body, more so for markings etc)
Yellow %5 (with a yellow genetic mare only, very rare, undesired in Hallowequines)
Colour blend %1 (Not desirable in Hallowequine, only if bred to a mare who's genetics is for colour blend, colours usualy come out solid)
NO REDS WILL BE PASSED


''The Hallowequine breed are copyrighted to kalmakoira, breed information can be found [link] You are not allowed to create adoptable out of this breed without asking kalmakoira and you are not allowed to create a Hallowequine with orange base coat colors."

Personality:
This fellah is very calm, unaturally so compared to other foals we have had, he watches everything with those white pupils of his he got from his mother. He stands and accepts everything, 'like a saint' has begun to be the catch phrase around him, if he becomes scared he doesnt dart or kick, just trembles and sweats untill he feels reasurred. He feels relaxed when amongst children, as they fuss over and pett him, hes been known to fall asleap under the attention.

We have noticed that when in the paddock with the other foals he will often stand up on something, a hillock/mound, large rock, fallen long, as long as hes above everyone so he can watch them, sometimes, we'll find the other foals laying exhausted at his feet after playing. Thats where he got his name, like a preacher, the foals gathering as if he has something important to say.

He doesnt play fight with the other foals, he prefers the racing games and mimicking games.

Sometimes he will vocalise, but its rare, always just one sound and often very loud, as if drawing attention to himself, he will then sigh and return to whatever is happening at the time.

He loves his summer and winter cover, and keeps it well away from the horses that would tear his rug. We have seen only one violent display, that was when he first got his rug and a paticularly rambuncious foal tore it right off him, he almost bit the other's ear off.

Hallowequine (c)
The Pumpkin King, The Preacher (c)