Carousel

Last of screamers offspring.

Screamer X spade baby (couldnt help myself)
Screamer [link]
Spade [link]

Ghede X ??
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Screamer X Spade
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Carousel

Shes not up for breeding ever!

Name: Carousel (barn name 'Dolly' )
Height: will mature 16hh approx
Age: not grown up yet
Gender: filly
Breed: polish arab-crabbat, unknown arab bloodlines/ otherworldly
Face markings: like a mask, red rouge before cheekbone, black upper lip, red bottom lip.
Eyes: Lime green

Hoping to train for: Dressage, halter, tricks, lippizan haute ecole (eg; piaffe, levade, capriole etc)


Drawn here at the middle of a flying change in extended canter.


The meeting:

It was to be screamer's last breeding, she had a good run and dropped many good foals but all had been colts. Her owner often wondered if it was a curse, for her fillies to be rare. Soon to retire her, they would try one last time.

Spade was crazy, a brute that had more than one skrew loose and perhaps where those skrews were, his marbles sat too. But oh he was a looker, and if he were to be calmed enough, would be a perfect choice of stud for the Screamer's last get.

They hated each other, one look and they both went balistic, it took a good few handlers to calm them after seperation. It was not going well. Both owners shook thier heads, knowing the offspring would be right, if only the two involved could just see it?

The mistress of WDCW stables had a cunning idea then and whispered it to the other, and after dissapearing inside the large villa, re-appeared with a small box.
She rigged an outside stereo to play the music it heard from a microphone plugged into the stereo system and faced the speaker towards the small ajoining front paddock.

She wound the key on the back of the box and opened it motioning to the handlers to let the equines into the paddock.

As eerie music of the moonlight sonata tinkled through the speakers a change became to happen, no longer was Spade the tornado of before, but a flirtacious and attentive creature who's airs above the ground to impress the unsure Screamer made the watcher's jaws drop in awe.

What was more enchanting was the mare in turn began to twine about the steed, kicking up her forelegs in hopping motions and it looked as if the two were dancing.

They saw the true essence behind the braun in each other, accepting the other as they were in this moment and for none after except in memory. They agreed to disagree, allies and equals for the task at hand.

When the two had embraced, the handlers retrieved thier wards before the music box had just petered out to silence.

As the gates were shut, Screamer's high piercing cry split the silence, shortly followed by Spade's manic reply.
All was back to the way it was.

But both owners were sure, it had worked and Miss MoonQuill new, that this time it would be a girl.