Im Not Perfect, But Im Here (Open)

[Admin Maria]

Into The Darkness || Trevor Birdsalle / Banshee || Scott Stallman / Dog Of War || Ricky Johnson The morning once again found an early start for those at Ferndale, the grooms up before dawn tacking and grooming the horses who would be worked first. Amongst these were the three bay mares. Fealty, Bitch and Celtic. Of course Fealty was really a dun, though she resembled bays. It amused those at Ferndale, and the trio that were to be worked first amused them even more so. The three bay fillies that were three years old, all from Ferndale. Only their markings and varying heights could be used to tell them apart. Ricky approached Bitch, where she stood with her ears pinned back and eying the groom that held her. ”Behave yourself Bitch.” He warned as he walked over and swung up onto her back. She was one of their Daemon daughters, and while not as hostile as Phanny or Freddy she could be a bitch when she wanted to. Hence her barn name. At only 16 hands she was one of the smaller Die foals, and stood out against the varying Blacks and Blue roans that were her half siblings. Like her siblings though she could be stubborn headed, and ignore the commands given to her if she felt like it. Scott approached Celtic, a bay filly with a bald face. One of their few Challenger foals, the fact that the once rivals daughters were working out together amused him. All three seemed almost friends in the paddocks, Bitch not nearly as bitchy towards the other two as she was towards the other fillies. Swinging up onto the fillies back he took the reins and chuckled as she seemed to dance in place, side stepping and bumping into Bitch before he corrected her. Of course Dog of War or Bitch, didn’t seem to mind the action. Finally Trevor approached Fealty, the Cobalt daughter of the group. Sweet as could be, and standing at 16 hands she matched Bitch in height, though had the bald face like Celtic. Celtic was the tallest of the three, at a wopping 17 hands she stood as tall as some of their colts. Trevor was pleased however that he got Fealty as his mount this day, she was always eager to please. Once all three were up they urged the three girls into trots and headed down the road from Ferndale to the track. All three moved in tandom, pace matching that of each other as they trotted down the road with Celtic on the right, Bitch in the middle and Fealty on the left. ”Amazing how these three seem to be friends. Amusing considering all three are bay, or well Bay dun in Fealtys case.” Scott said, patting Celtics neck which he was rewarded with a snort. Trevor nodded his agreeance ”Aye, definitely the Die and Challenger daughters. Since their sires were such rivals.” He said, drawing a smirk from Ricky. ”Aye, but they are not their fathers.” His tone was tinged with disappointment. Thus far Bitch had not proven to be as good as Die or even Will on the track. Perhaps she was simply a dud, they would give her more time though. As the trio approached the gap for the track, Bitch tossed her head and pranced ahead of the other two almost eager to get to work. The other two jockeys shook their head in fond amusement before urging their mounts back into line with Bitch. The reporters that lined the rail watched as the three entered the track and were turned down the rail to head towards the gates. Working the girls this morning Ricky? One reporter called, hoping to get an answer. Ricky smirked and nodded ”Aye, Bitch is just dieing to say hello. Come over here.” The reporter shook his head and laughed, knowing that Ricky was joking with him.