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Post by Cavallo on Nov 20, 2012 22:48:22 GMT -5
If you are interested in purchasing FLEET MAJESTY, you may post your offers/role plays here/
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Post by Ripley Marsh on Nov 25, 2012 6:11:31 GMT -5
Ripley had lost on Samhain and after a quick discussion with Nick Landing and Amber Black, the owner of Witch Creek Stable was ready to head out. Her trailer would go home empty. It would be one of the few times that such a miracle would happen. The woman pulled her thick braid back behind her ear as she walked. Her staff would have killed her if she'd taken on Samhain anyway. She had just received a call from Kirsten Jade about taking in another yearling prospect out of Finale Slew, a current broodmare at WCS. Well if Limited Edition didn't sell, Witch Creek would be in deep trouble for next years two year old races over the dirt. It would certainly cause Ripley headaches planning out the Y13 schedule.
She'd passed the auction ring, some stalls and was almost fully out of the barn before noticing a stall with a solitary horse. There were no people around this filly. Ripley remembered her quite well. A relatively inexperienced filly who had run against a Witch Creek horse or on the same card at least. She'd been for sale for as long as Ripley could recall. She'd been tempting to buy a couple of times. Ripley loved to buy into horses no one was quite interested in. And here she was. No one wanted her because she simply couldn't compare to anything else IRS had on the market or for that matter any top stable.
Ripley stood in front of the stall reading the stats, analyzing the filly's face. Did she have a place at Witch Creek. It was so hard breaking into racing. Bella Luna was an example of that. Maybe she would be better waiting for her three year old season. The green eyed woman was indecisive. Temptation to buy her was high. But Ripley knew the price she could get for claimers. Cross had been $200 at a kill auction. Red Herring had been $15,000. Sincerely Yours $20,000. They would be worth their weight in gold by the time all three of them were finished.
She stroked the filly's soft nose, watching her reaction. Fleet Majesty simply stood there, her delicate nostrils twitching beneath Ripley's hand. "A beautiful girl, but will you fit in? I'm not so sure. And what happens if you don't turn out well. I can't sell you and I have enough broodmares. You would end up being a pet to The Devil. Useless. The filly snorted, her 16.1 hand frame snapped backwards as if she'd been stung. Her movement shocked Ripley because of its quickness. Intrepid had given up on her. A little training and this one would have her maiden broken quickly. The maiden ranks were fairly small these days.
Ripley pursed her lips. Oh fine. I'll buy you. But if my staff comes after me with pitch forks, I'm saying it was your idea. The filly bobbed her head, suddenly very friendly. She licked Ripley's held out hand, searching for cubes. Ripley's eyes narrowed. How did they always know? Her eyes softened when the filly just gently took the cube from her hand, all manners. They would definitely see about this one.
A man was walking in their direction with a clipboard. He looked authoritative and very Intrepid-esque. He nodded to her briefly, shook his head at the lack of interest in Fleet Majesty. He didn't think Ripley was serious and had turned his back on her. She touched his shoulder. I want to buy this filly for $18,000. And that's not even a low ball offer. She's not worth much until she's a winner. Ripley shrugged and cocked an eyebrow when he turned around with wide eyes.
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Post by Cavallo on Nov 25, 2012 17:38:05 GMT -5
The sales manager, Rick couldn't believe the turn out. Most had come for the brood Admiral's Holiday and the juvenile Bellefire. One had already been sold and the other...was back where she belonged in the IR Racing string. He had thought his boss, Nick off of his rocker when he'd put Bellefire up for sale. He was glad he'd come to his senses in time. He was walking down the aisles, making sure hall had what they needed...answering questions...
He'd paused by Maje's stall door periodically throughout the day. He didn't understand why there were offers. Nick himself had picked and trained the filly, but with his current string he just didn't have time to give the grey the work she needed. He was almost certain that if the right person came along...this filly would be a gold mine and yet...not offers. He was coming to make his round again when he saw and auburn-haired woman looking at the filly. He thought it odd and nothing more...and right when he'd turned...he heard someone calling to him. The woman...
He approached and was about to speak, when her words came pouring out of her mouth before he had a chance to speak. She wanted her! He smiled. Glad someone had an eye for talent. He didn't even haggle.
Mam' you just bought yourself another racehorse and I can guarantee that this sum is a pittance to what Mage will be bringing in for you if you can get her on her feet. He looked at his clip board and wrote the necessary paper work. He turned it over to her. Sign here and here...and she's yours.
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Post by Cavallo on Nov 29, 2012 0:52:04 GMT -5
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