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Art Auction: Art Auction 2020

Entering for:
A339 Nordanner Import

46 Nordanner Import

Story:

  Angus always prided himself on being a man who knows worth. Separating the diamonds in the rough from the just plain rough. Except his brother Arden. That boy's always been useless, but when momma says watch out for your baby brother, you do what your momma says, bless her heart.

The thing about knowing the difference between treasure and trash, is it always seems to be owned by someone who doesn't know. Angus had been in the process of relieving someone of their burden, when this darn speckled mare let out a shrill whinny. Not wanting to spend the night bunkin' with the local law, Angus grabbed the closest horse and booked it, which irritatingly was the tattletale. Goldie would be fine, and would notice something amiss when she didn't get her 3rd breakfast. That great horse had a knack for direction and would probably beat him to their destination on her own. This one on the other hand, was getting on his gears.

"Ya know, if we'd move a little fast like we done earlier, there'd be a nice warm stall waiting for you in the next town. Wouldn't that be nice?" Angus prompted, rubbing the black mare's neck. "Sides' your way too unique. If we stick together too long, someone's bound to know you."



   The mare ignored him, continuing her slow, ploding pace. At this rate, he'd be grey in the beard by the time he got to Protein Stables or whatever that place Arden lived at was called. This mare he swiped was pretty, with her shiny black coat and little polka dotted spottedness here and there. She was just a heck lot more whoa than go and didn't seem to understand changing directions very well. He leaned back in the saddle and stared at the greying sky. At least whoever had this mare before had good taste in high quality tack. He'd probably get a pretty penny if he sold them individually as Goldie was particular about her saddles. He was about ready to see if he could walk faster than the mare when she came to a stop and let out a challenging whinny strong enough to almost shake him from the saddle.

"What're you screamin' about Tormentia?!" Angus exclaimed as he tried to maintain his seat. After a string of very unprofessional words, he focused on the trees ahead that held the mare's attention. "Now there's a beast!"

With his nostrils flaring, the roan stallion stood at attention between two thick mountain pines. Cold violet eyes judged them between a spooky smile marking. Jagged rib patterns graced his sides. And Tormentia wanted a piece of him, how dare this lump block her straight path?

"What'd you think? I bet we could catch ol Smiley there." Angus chuckled to the angry mare quivering below him. The stallion bolted, and the chase was on! He hadn't even tapped his heels to her side before the mare charged ahead, all sluggishness from before a distant memory.

The pair of horses had stamina, and what had been late morning, gave way to dusk in what felt like the blink of an eye. Angus was up much higher than he liked on these mountains, and he hadn't seen a landmark or signs of people in quite a long time. Tormentia was still chugging along, even though the snow had started to reach her knees in some areas. The soft grey sky was now gettin' thunderstormin angry black, and would probably be very generous. . . .he hesitated. The stallion was beginning to tire, and they'd soon catch him. What good would it do to have them all stranded in a blizzard?

"Ey, Tormentia. We need to find some shelter. No good getting your prey if you get snared too!" He chuckled, his voice quivering a bit as the flakes started to dance. The mare look up at the sky, huffed, and kept walking. Angus sighed, resigning himself to his fate. He couldn't leave this pain of a mare. Being stranded with a horse was much better than being stranded on your own two feet. Suddenly, she veered a left nearly giving him whiplash. Unsure of her destination, Angus held on and tried to avoid being unseated by gangly tree branches. The snow was getting heavier now and was almost to her stomach. As Angus decided she was leading them hire up, he gently started applying pressure on the reins when Tormentia braked. It was a mountain cave, not too deep to hide the back, but also just enough to hide from the storm. Angus eagerly jumped from her back, tied her to the nearest tree, and rounded up some firewood. He got a fire burning, and then stripped his companion of her now drenched tack. He was just getting feeling back into his fingers when heavy footfalls echoed in the dark. Violet eyes reflected in the firelight as the snow covered stallion stalked into view.

References: Because idk about tack and shading and neck bends.

Bridle

Saddle

Stallion Pose

Mare Pose 1

Mare Pose 2

[It is midnight an Eclipse is evil when linking stuff lately. I'll be going back through and tagging in a comment in case Eclipsed decided not to tomorrow.]

Description

Art Auction: Art Auction 2020

Entering for:
A339 Nordanner Import

46 Nordanner Import

Story:

  Angus always prided himself on being a man who knows worth. Separating the diamonds in the rough from the just plain rough. Except his brother Arden. That boy's always been useless, but when momma says watch out for your baby brother, you do what your momma says, bless her heart.

The thing about knowing the difference between treasure and trash, is it always seems to be owned by someone who doesn't know. Angus had been in the process of relieving someone of their burden, when this darn speckled mare let out a shrill whinny. Not wanting to spend the night bunkin' with the local law, Angus grabbed the closest horse and booked it, which irritatingly was the tattletale. Goldie would be fine, and would notice something amiss when she didn't get her 3rd breakfast. That great horse had a knack for direction and would probably beat him to their destination on her own. This one on the other hand, was getting on his gears.

"Ya know, if we'd move a little fast like we done earlier, there'd be a nice warm stall waiting for you in the next town. Wouldn't that be nice?" Angus prompted, rubbing the black mare's neck. "Sides' your way too unique. If we stick together too long, someone's bound to know you."



   The mare ignored him, continuing her slow, ploding pace. At this rate, he'd be grey in the beard by the time he got to Protein Stables or whatever that place Arden lived at was called. This mare he swiped was pretty, with her shiny black coat and little polka dotted spottedness here and there. She was just a heck lot more whoa than go and didn't seem to understand changing directions very well. He leaned back in the saddle and stared at the greying sky. At least whoever had this mare before had good taste in high quality tack. He'd probably get a pretty penny if he sold them individually as Goldie was particular about her saddles. He was about ready to see if he could walk faster than the mare when she came to a stop and let out a challenging whinny strong enough to almost shake him from the saddle.

"What're you screamin' about Tormentia?!" Angus exclaimed as he tried to maintain his seat. After a string of very unprofessional words, he focused on the trees ahead that held the mare's attention. "Now there's a beast!"

With his nostrils flaring, the roan stallion stood at attention between two thick mountain pines. Cold violet eyes judged them between a spooky smile marking. Jagged rib patterns graced his sides. And Tormentia wanted a piece of him, how dare this lump block her straight path?

"What'd you think? I bet we could catch ol Smiley there." Angus chuckled to the angry mare quivering below him. The stallion bolted, and the chase was on! He hadn't even tapped his heels to her side before the mare charged ahead, all sluggishness from before a distant memory.

The pair of horses had stamina, and what had been late morning, gave way to dusk in what felt like the blink of an eye. Angus was up much higher than he liked on these mountains, and he hadn't seen a landmark or signs of people in quite a long time. Tormentia was still chugging along, even though the snow had started to reach her knees in some areas. The soft grey sky was now gettin' thunderstormin angry black, and would probably be very generous. . . .he hesitated. The stallion was beginning to tire, and they'd soon catch him. What good would it do to have them all stranded in a blizzard?

"Ey, Tormentia. We need to find some shelter. No good getting your prey if you get snared too!" He chuckled, his voice quivering a bit as the flakes started to dance. The mare look up at the sky, huffed, and kept walking. Angus sighed, resigning himself to his fate. He couldn't leave this pain of a mare. Being stranded with a horse was much better than being stranded on your own two feet. Suddenly, she veered a left nearly giving him whiplash. Unsure of her destination, Angus held on and tried to avoid being unseated by gangly tree branches. The snow was getting heavier now and was almost to her stomach. As Angus decided she was leading them hire up, he gently started applying pressure on the reins when Tormentia braked. It was a mountain cave, not too deep to hide the back, but also just enough to hide from the storm. Angus eagerly jumped from her back, tied her to the nearest tree, and rounded up some firewood. He got a fire burning, and then stripped his companion of her now drenched tack. He was just getting feeling back into his fingers when heavy footfalls echoed in the dark. Violet eyes reflected in the firelight as the snow covered stallion stalked into view.

References: Because idk about tack and shading and neck bends.

Bridle

Saddle

Stallion Pose

Mare Pose 1

Mare Pose 2

[It is midnight an Eclipse is evil when linking stuff lately. I'll be going back through and tagging in a comment in case Eclipsed decided not to tomorrow.]