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Post by Cavallo on Nov 21, 2012 1:49:17 GMT -5
If you are interested in purchasing SAMHAIN, you may post your offers/role plays here.
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Post by Ripley Marsh on Nov 22, 2012 1:14:47 GMT -5
Well Ripley Marsh... You are an idiot... The auburn haired woman mumbled to herself as she walked into the auction barn. A big one... Her slim figure cut nicely through the crowd as she moved to the lower sections. This would be the most interesting sale of her life. Intrepid Racing had some spectacular, spectacular bloodlines going on here. And there was a rumor that two horses whom Ripley knew from up close contact would be in the sale. She already had a newly dominating force on the track, but what she had just wasn't enough. She wanted future dominating forces. And she'd found just the colt to help her in the process.
His name was Samhain. He was a troublemaker, a terror and a bloodthirsty colt. He was also bloody brilliant in form if not in breeding. She'd heard all about his escapade with his own stable mate just a couple weeks ago. It was amazing he would be auctioned off at all. She knew exactly what called to her. His spirit was undeniable. She had seen it first hand in a jaunt around the track with Intrepid Racing. Brooks had even mentioned how impressed he was by the colt. If Brooks mentioned a horse not of Witch Creek in a positive manner, the horse had to be something.
Ripley wasn't quite sure what she was dealing with here. Nick Landing and herself had dealt quite a bit. Bella Luna, GS Royal Crown, Screaming Mimi and they would have future dealings through El Sol del Mar, Touch Up, Dazzling Dame and Red Herring. IRS was quickly becoming entangled with Witch Creek and Ripley was more than happy to accept this fact.
Ripley took note of all the interested faces. This sale was going to be immense, probably the highlight of the fall season. Some of the names that were on the table were quite impressive. Ripley rubbed her hands. She would take note of where In Front, the first Touch Up colt, was sold off to. She liked him and wanted to make sure IRS and WCS had first jump in getting him returned if the owner turned out to be not up to snuff.
However, Ripley's attention was drawn away from that bay and turned to the horse that came roaring in from behind the auctioneer's stand. Her mouth watered. He was gorgeous in the lighting. Dappled and beautiful, gleaming like black diamond. His eyes were rimmed with white and red, his ears lost in his mane as he half-reared over the handler. The crowed ooed over the horse's temper. The Warlock son was definitely an entertainer.
Upon hearing the crowd's reaction, Samhain went suddenly still as stone. He lifted his small head and looked out over the crowd, ears pricked in curiosity. The handler looked relieved and let out a nervous chuckle. The crowd, except for Ripley, did as well. His intensity was a marvel to her. She thanked God Sin had been gelded. A wild Sin and a wild Samhain would not have gone over well... But she still had to get the colt.
The auctioneer called the crowd to order, speaking softly. He too was in awe over the alert but silent colt before him. Offers if you please!
Ripley didn't even wait for another person to make a bid. She called out to draw attention and didn't smirk when they all turned to look. They recognized her, especially the journalists who scribbled her appearance down on the note pads they carried. Witch Creek wishes to make a bid for Samhain if you please. The auctioneer nodded for her to continue.
$300,000, unlimited personal workouts for any horses of Nick Landing's choice, basically a workout partnership between Intrepid and Witch Creek Stables. We will work any horses that need a boost over Witch Creek and The Wire tracks. Stamina and strength is key my friends. The horses provide plenty of speed.
The auctioneer grinned. It was nice to have Marsh around. People just bred to breed these days. It was like a breath of fresh air. You heard the lady! He jangled on in his fast tone, but Ripley was lulled by the sight of the 17 hand giant. He seemed to survey the crowd as if he were searching for prey. Ripley felt shivers run up her spine. This colt was from another world.
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Post by Sunfrost on Nov 22, 2012 13:07:56 GMT -5
While mainly here for breedingstock, Amber was also admittedly taken in by the youngstock that Intrepid was offering. She had dropped by a certain colt's stall earlier after seeing who his sire was and had once again thumbed through her extensive notes on her phone to get a good background for his pedigree. Samhain was one of those royally MHS bred horses that Intrepid housed and she was honestly surprised to see him for sale. Warlock was the well known sire of turf sprinters Axis Mundae, now a grade one, and Beltane. Lyrick herself was not too well known, but Amber had heard of the accomplishments of Touchstone and Regency. This colt had blue blood.
And as he stopped, towering seventeen hands over the crowd and gazing at them coldly, she felt her heart drop. This colt was gorgeous. She really didn't need another yearling in the string...and she tried to stick to that even as she walked forward as though in a trance and took an open seat. She briefly snapped out of her trance when the person beside her spoke, casting a bid. Ripley Marsh clearly wanted this horse and that was interesting. If Ripley wanted the horse too...Amber couldn't be going too insane then. It wasn't just her. While the crowd murmured over the bid Amber turned and grinned. Hey Marsh. I see that Samhain's caught your eye as well?
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Post by Ripley Marsh on Nov 22, 2012 13:22:45 GMT -5
Ripley stood thunderstruck by the colt. Her lips were pursed and her eyes sparkled with a life that usually only came from the winner's circle or a powerful workout. The colt would be an excellent sixth addition to the string at Witch Creek. He just exuded power and class. He possessed a quiet arrogance. Strange when he was so blisteringly powerful.
Ripley listened to the murmurs spread through the crowd and then heard a voice that always seemed to be mocking her in some way, shape or form. Ripley turned slowly, allowing her face to become collected and cold. She liked Amber Black, but after she'd learned about her stalking... Ripley was caught between weirded out and flattered. She brushed her auburn hair back from her eyes and let a small smile touch her face.
He would be an interesting addition to any string, wouldn't he? Following me, are you Amber? Well I guess this would be a good time to discuss what I wanted to with you. While we wait for my bid to win, that is. Ripley smirked, her cat green eyes flashing.
I like that new jock of yours. The one that rides Mercurial Magic. We have that foal planned between The Devil and True... Maybe you would let her ride. We both know it's better to get a good mount right off to make it in this business. After all, I'll be giving Dazzling Dame to my new jock. And well that former reporter, Reese Balling Jones is riding Bella Luna and Winning Touch... Maybe this second son of Native Flame as well... You don't know him yet.
Ripley liked to create fires beneath the Stride of Perfection trainer's skin. Oh well. If Amber was truly stalking her barn, well a little retaliation wouldn't hurt.
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Post by Sunfrost on Nov 22, 2012 13:36:20 GMT -5
Well Ripley Marsh certainly looked happy to see her. Amber couldn't help the sly look that slid up her face. Oh Ripley knew some competition when she saw it and that cold look she directed at Amber belonged to a predator - which was exactly what Amber Black deigned to be if she had to. Witch Creek had been a fun place to stalk around but now she was considering laying off on the stalking. She didn't need the murmurs or rumors.
I'm not following you, dear Ripley Marsh. I'm well informed she said simply. And now it appeared as though Ripley had dealings with her and the thought of that made her smile some more. What could Marsh possibly desire now? And apparently confident about her bid to win as well. If it was a challenge she wanted, Amber was more than happy to array the resources of SOPS against her. But she wasn't completely sold on this colt yet, despite his powerful stature. She had other great horses and she would need to be very convinced to get another.
You like Valencia, eh? Not too surprising. She's as fiery as you can be. That's why she gets along with Merc. She's got her way with the horses. She rode Kiss twice and then the mare just took off. That's Valencia. On the subject of that foal...I don't pick the riders as much as the horses pick them. But she'll get her shot. It was only fair, after all. Every rider started out with perhaps one mount and then got more with each passing year.
Her ears perked at the last statement. Second son of Native Flame? Her question demanded information in a casual fashion. She'd love to know, but if Marsh didn't tell her...Amber's eyes narrowed. She had her contacts. She'd find the truth eventually.
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Post by Ripley Marsh on Nov 22, 2012 15:23:26 GMT -5
Ripley grinned for the first time at Amber. She was a funky woman. Ripley respected her guts a lot, about as much as she hated having to face this woman down every time her horses started doing well. Frozen Motion, Screaming Mimi, Red Herring and Mastermind could all a test to that very recently. Ripley touched her fingers to her lips, glancing around for bids. Samhain still stole the spot light. Ripley wasn't about to tell Amber anything that might guide her into buying the colt out from under her.
Ripley nodded in agreement with Amber's assessment of Valencia. The woman was prickly, but she was loyal. Amber was lucky. It was hard to find loyal help. Luckily, it seemed that both SOPS and WCS had loyal people working with them. Ripley couldn't imagine them getting very far otherwise. We're still trying to find the perfect match for a couple of horses. Bella Luna is always good, but we need someone that really clicks with her. Like Brooks could ride Fie, but he wouldn't get that same response. One horse who I'm pretty sure wouldn't care who got him, make that two, are Frozen Motion and Mastermind. Freeze goes on auto-pilot and Mastermind just does as he pleases. You can rate him, but he does that naturally. He's a gifted one.
Ripley relaxed with the talk of her horses. She was still tense in the back part of her brain over Samhain and Amber Black's potential interference. Ripley cocked a hip and eyed Amber. The woman had definitely perked up at the sound of the second son. The only known two were Sunny's and Ashanti's colt This Means War. Ripley sighed. Yeah, just a colt I managed to dig up from Battle Brook's old breeding records. The horse has been sitting on ice, basically. He came in yesterday. Wild, no manners. A breeding gone sort of wrong. But let me tell you Amber Black... He'll be something. I'll make him into something. Something you'll definitely be interested in down the road.
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Post by Cavallo on Nov 23, 2012 17:49:34 GMT -5
Nick walked into the auction room and looked to see which one of his horses was up for sale. He grimaced when he saw the black ebony colt in the ring. Michael's downcast face he hid from the sales people as he stood in the ring, holding onto Sammy's lead. Him and Michael had had a yelling match when he had announced the colt was going to be put into the sale. He'd never seen Michael so upset, but after the incident with Dye...Michael had suggested selling Dye..since it was after all, he who'd started the fight, Sammy had just accommodated willingly.
He felt a twinge of regret seeing the black colt in the ring and then...Michael's face. He shook his head. You fool Nick. [/i] He pushed through the crowd and slipped into the back area behind the auctioneer. He looked at the list...one bid so far and it was Witch Creek. He whistled when he saw the offer. It was an astonishing offer for an astonishing horse...He hesitated... No. It was a mistake and he knew it. He grabbed the auctioneer's arm from behind and whistled into his ear. There was a look of shock on the man's face, but he nodded and took the stand again. Ladies and Gentlemen, we've had an interesting turn of events. It seems that the owners of Intrepid has decided to pull Samhain form the sale. They are flattered by the offers of said bidders and apologizes for the confusion. Michale's head snapped up, a look of shock in his eyes. He quickly found Nick smiling in the back as he moved from the back to the exit. Nick nodded to Michael. The kid owed him....big time. He just missed out on possibly one of the best offers he'd ever received in his life... Michael slapped the stoic black's neck. The colt tossed his head, picking up on Michael's sudden exuberance, he willingly followed Michael out of the sales ring. The black colt flicked his tail as though dismissing the bewildered crowd without a thought. As Nick moved through the crowd he smiled back sheepishly. He hated when this kind of stuff happened, but he just didn't feel right selling the colt...and his instincts were usually right. He did feel good to know that Ripley saw the same thing he did in the colt. He needed to find her and apologize. He soon spotted the Witch Creek owner and approached and then he noticed she wasn't alone. He smiled and weaved through the crowd. Sorry about this Ripley. Just didn't seem right to sell him. It was a decision made in the heat of the moment. Hope no hard feelings? He paused and arched an eyebrow, a smile on his lips. Oh and Hello Amber...didn't expect to see you here. He grinned at the two ladies. Somehow this combination of women he knew would never fail to entertain the masses. [/sub][/blockquote]
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Post by Ripley Marsh on Nov 23, 2012 18:34:48 GMT -5
Ripley cocked an eyebrow at the sudden closing of the sale. Inwardly she was beyond let down at the loss. She knew what that colt was made of. It was a pity that Intrepid would have free rein next year with two hot blooded colts and enemies in Anodyne and Samhain. Ripley shook her head. There was nothing she could do. She wasn't going to lick her wounds, but she watched the colt stalk out of the stage with soft eyes. He would shine in either place. It just took the right settings to make that kind of murderous talent grow.
She looked at Nick as he weaved through the crowd. He was smiling, clearly pleased with himself for sweeping the colt back into IRS hands. Ripley shrugged off her bitter feelings. She'd gotten plenty of horses out of Intrepid Racing and well, she was going to be busy with a pet project of her own. And he wasn't a two year old. A spark flashed into her eyes. She couldn't wait for Samhain to be three years old. Deviousness flickered through Ripley's veins. She glanced at Amber. It didn't matter that Stride of Perfection Stable's owner and Ripley's major competition had witnessed the loss. So far... she was the only one who knew about her secret weapon, her gain.
Oh no hard feelings Nick. Trust me, but do warn me next time when you're going to play Houdini with an object of my interest. Ripley tilted her head to the side, It's not very nice, you know. She glanced at Amber. I was just telling Amber about a horse I dug up from out of the cobwebs. By Native Flame.
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Post by Sunfrost on Nov 24, 2012 18:07:32 GMT -5
Amber nodded as she listened to Ripley talk, but her mind was half on the graceful black colt gliding around the auction ring. He still looked good and she could feel a sudden desire to part with the contents of her pocket in order to get him. She turned as Ripley resumed talking about the colt she had bought. He sounded fascinating, and she grinned. I have no doubts I will Marsh. You have that effect on the wild ones. She broke off as a sudden announcement caught her attention.
So Samhain's been pulled from the sale...looks like he finally came to his senses she stated, relaxing suddenly. She had been very close there to proposing an offer against her better judgment. It would have been nice to engage in a bidding match against Ripley but it just wasn't to be this time around. She spotted Nick making his way through the crowd to Ripley, about to apologize, and grinned. Always a gentleman. How could I not be here Nick? That colt had impeccable breeding and the look about him. I'm happy you came to your senses and pulled him from the sale. You prevented a bidding war ensuing between me and Ripley here. And indeed she was. I'm head of the registration commission at Green Horse Fields...so I'll learn about this colt of yours soon enough. Her grin was wide, very nearly a smirk.
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