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Once upon a time, I sold my soul for a breeding...

Previously:

Season: 1
AUGUST
Part I
The stallion was massive. He was all neck and ass, giving the strange illusion of being both top-heavy and also well-balanced. His bronze hide shimmered like fire in the sunlight and his white legs sparkled and flashed with every step as he paraded in front of the onlookers. Ongoing, son of Laughing Bird out of BCC’s figurehead mare, Dancer’s Fate, was arguably one of the prettiest stallions in their barn.

Behind him stood a much calmer, much quieter stallion, both in personality and appearance. But he, ohhh he was the one the people had really come to see.

He was the smokey black son of Steel Force and Corazón and had never been shown in the yearly stallion’s showcase despite having retired to stud nearly four years ago. This was his first time. His bloodline alone would have made breeders and fans alike flock to see him, but his racing career bolstered it tenfold. His first foals--Black Creek Crossing bred only--were hitting the tracks this year as two year olds this very month. None had been at the sales, making them even more coveted as people caught glimpses of smokey black peppered amongst the flash and bang that came with the BCC name.

Other stallions danced in place in the massive circular drive, the sky overhead a blazing blue and the grass below it so vibrant it was picturesque. There were so many to choose from for the breeding season--nearly two dozen in all--but the visitors couldn’t help but linger in front of the smokey black stallion. Ongoing shifted and reared slightly, drawing eyes, but they always flicked back to the one standing still.

His daughter, after all, had won the Kentucky Derby and the Preakness just a few months before. A single misstep and a head’s loss in the Belmont had cost her the crown.

~8 years ago~

Lia leaned over the stall door to peek inside at the bundle of legs wobbling next to his dam. Cora was staring down at the colt in confusion. She was a maiden, this being her first foal, and she didn’t seem to know quite what to do with it. Hopefully her instincts would kick in soon. Luckily, she didn’t push him away as he teetered over and started nursing. A few hands went in and started cleaning out the old bedding to replace it with new, working around the cantankerous mare and her first-born.

“He’s beautiful,” Jackson whispered next to her. “A weird color, too.”

She smirked. “All of our horses these days tend to be weird colors. Why should this one be any different?”

He hummed. “True. Have you thought of a name yet?”

She propped an elbow against the stall and turned to look at him. “No, but I’m sure you have.”

“I like Sword.”

Lia scoffed. “Sword?” she repeated incredulously. “That’s so boring! Besides, we already have Saber.”

“Fine.” He lifted his head and sniffed imperiously. “Claymore?”

“Does he look like a Claymore to you?”

“Spear.”

“No.”

“Dirk.”

“No.”

“Katana.”

A pause. “Better. But no.”
“Scimitar.”

“N--” she started, then paused. Her gaze flicked back over to Jackson. He already had his mouth open, ready to spit out more name ideas. This was usually how it went. He came up with a ridiculous name and then volleyed a dozen more at her after she turned it down until she settled on one she liked. And this time… Hearing her pause, he stopped and quirked an eyebrow in question.

“That’s… actually really nice,” she admitted. She looked back over at the chrome-decked colt. “Scimitar. It works.”

Shown:
Name: Scimitar
Barn name: n/a
Gender: Colt
Age: Newborn
Breed: Thoroughbred
Height: Projected 15.2hh
Color: Smokey black
Genotype: EE/aa/nCr
Markings: White face and legs
Build: n/a
Temperament: n/a
Discipline: Flat racing
Bloodlines: IHS Steel Force x Cora , Hemali

Art, Story, and Characters (C) me

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Description
Once upon a time, I sold my soul for a breeding...

Previously:

Season: 1
AUGUST
Part I
The stallion was massive. He was all neck and ass, giving the strange illusion of being both top-heavy and also well-balanced. His bronze hide shimmered like fire in the sunlight and his white legs sparkled and flashed with every step as he paraded in front of the onlookers. Ongoing, son of Laughing Bird out of BCC’s figurehead mare, Dancer’s Fate, was arguably one of the prettiest stallions in their barn.

Behind him stood a much calmer, much quieter stallion, both in personality and appearance. But he, ohhh he was the one the people had really come to see.

He was the smokey black son of Steel Force and Corazón and had never been shown in the yearly stallion’s showcase despite having retired to stud nearly four years ago. This was his first time. His bloodline alone would have made breeders and fans alike flock to see him, but his racing career bolstered it tenfold. His first foals--Black Creek Crossing bred only--were hitting the tracks this year as two year olds this very month. None had been at the sales, making them even more coveted as people caught glimpses of smokey black peppered amongst the flash and bang that came with the BCC name.

Other stallions danced in place in the massive circular drive, the sky overhead a blazing blue and the grass below it so vibrant it was picturesque. There were so many to choose from for the breeding season--nearly two dozen in all--but the visitors couldn’t help but linger in front of the smokey black stallion. Ongoing shifted and reared slightly, drawing eyes, but they always flicked back to the one standing still.

His daughter, after all, had won the Kentucky Derby and the Preakness just a few months before. A single misstep and a head’s loss in the Belmont had cost her the crown.

~8 years ago~

Lia leaned over the stall door to peek inside at the bundle of legs wobbling next to his dam. Cora was staring down at the colt in confusion. She was a maiden, this being her first foal, and she didn’t seem to know quite what to do with it. Hopefully her instincts would kick in soon. Luckily, she didn’t push him away as he teetered over and started nursing. A few hands went in and started cleaning out the old bedding to replace it with new, working around the cantankerous mare and her first-born.

“He’s beautiful,” Jackson whispered next to her. “A weird color, too.”

She smirked. “All of our horses these days tend to be weird colors. Why should this one be any different?”

He hummed. “True. Have you thought of a name yet?”

She propped an elbow against the stall and turned to look at him. “No, but I’m sure you have.”

“I like Sword.”

Lia scoffed. “Sword?” she repeated incredulously. “That’s so boring! Besides, we already have Saber.”

“Fine.” He lifted his head and sniffed imperiously. “Claymore?”

“Does he look like a Claymore to you?”

“Spear.”

“No.”

“Dirk.”

“No.”

“Katana.”

A pause. “Better. But no.”
“Scimitar.”

“N--” she started, then paused. Her gaze flicked back over to Jackson. He already had his mouth open, ready to spit out more name ideas. This was usually how it went. He came up with a ridiculous name and then volleyed a dozen more at her after she turned it down until she settled on one she liked. And this time… Hearing her pause, he stopped and quirked an eyebrow in question.

“That’s… actually really nice,” she admitted. She looked back over at the chrome-decked colt. “Scimitar. It works.”

Shown:
Name: Scimitar
Barn name: n/a
Gender: Colt
Age: Newborn
Breed: Thoroughbred
Height: Projected 15.2hh
Color: Smokey black
Genotype: EE/aa/nCr
Markings: White face and legs
Build: n/a
Temperament: n/a
Discipline: Flat racing
Bloodlines: IHS Steel Force x Cora , Hemali

Art, Story, and Characters (C) me

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