~EmberHerd and Green Island Farms~ *Temporary owner*

"You know nothing about me and what I compete in. Not that such a narrow-minded child would, anyway." By then, she was clearly unimpressed with Ghost's manners.

:p
 
"One can't tell whether a horse is good or not before actually experiencing it in the arena. Besides, my owner kinda came unexpectedly and had to deal with that fake blonde chick."
 
"Same goes for your little inbred family," she snarled, before whipping her backside to the colt and kicking him square in the jaw. This was a very rare action for Breanni to attempt. The mare kept her ears pinned as she walked off to graze.

(Gotta go. Goodnight.)
 
I don't believe there in the same pasture, but o hwell. :p

He grabbed a mouthful of her tail jerking it out, letting the long black locks flutter to the ground, before turning himself to graze. "Look who's talking, sweetheart."
 
(No, but there's a fence in between them that a horse could probably hit through. :p Or so I assume.)

She ran back and slammed him through the fence, knocking him to his side. "Your head is misshapen and fat is overwhelming your stubby legs. Look in the mirror before you dis someone who has actually competed," snapped Breanni. "I pity you."
 
"My head is what a good cow horses head looks like." He wheezed, pulling himself to his feet."That 'fat' is called muscle, which it seems you don't have much of."

That's true, :p.
 
She knocked him to the ground again. "Oh really? Then what's allowing me to slam you down on your little pudgy body?" retorted the mare.
 
"Hurt me, and you and your owner will be thrown off the ranch." He snorted, once again pulling himself to his feet, learning from his mistake and stepping back a few feet, out of her reach.
 

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