Post by Sam on Jul 15, 2011 12:53:15 GMT -5
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Winning With Style
I am formally called Formal Attire.
Please don't call me
I am of the stylized Thoroughbred bloodlines.
I am a dark bay pelted colt at sixteen.one hands high at two years old.
Let's pretend that embarrassing first year never happened. Let's pretend that I was never born on that stables. Let's pretend that you-know-who never laid eyes on me.
On that note-
Hi, I'm Tux.
I was once a calm and nice horse. Then that girl got a hold of me. She was all over me and was very stupid with me. She took me on the track just when I turned into a yearling. I was far too young and far too small. My legs ached afterward and of course she didn't notice my sour walk. My legs aren't very good looking now, but they'll hold for my racing career. Can't really think I'll have much of a career after I'm done racing.
Like I said- I was once a nice horse. But that girl- that Megan- was just too much. I hated it. Eventually, I decided enough was enough. I pushed back and I pushed back hard. Ever since, I've been left be.
Luckily, this new girl got me. She waited for quite some time before putting the saddle back on me. She seems to know what she's doing.
My Favorite Treat is Your usual treats. I'm not treat crazy though.
My Favorite Person Is Currently anyone at my new barn.
In A Race I like to hang out in the back. Dirt hitting my face has never bothered me much. I'm rather patient and like to keep quiet and invisible in the background. At the final turn, I make my move and slowly make my way up. At the stretch, I find a clear shot and run my heart out.
My Past Like I had said before- that Megan or Missy girl raised me. At first she left me be but then she saddled me up the instant I turned into a yearling.
I hated life there. The girl didn't understand a lick of what I was trying to show when I swished my tail and kicked out. She didn't even see how sore I was when I walked after our rides.
Luckily, some people came and seized us. I was taken to this new place where there were a bunch of horses from every place I could think of. Most people left me alone then.
Then this Sam girl came one day and just took me here. She actually understand a good deal of what I need and what I want. I just need to figure out what I want now.[/size]
My Race History
My Prospect Record- 1 0-0-0
My Race Record- 1 0-0-0
My Turf Preference- Poor
My Dirt Preference- Great
Weather Conditions- Not affected
I run up to eight to fourteen furlongs.
Thing My Owner Makes Me Go Through
My Proof of My Records
Prospect
GHF's Next Top Racehorse - Race Four
4th
Two Year Old Season
January Maiden Dirt
4th
My Family
I was simply created
I never sired a foal.
My owner is Sam
I'm held at Shining Stars Stables[/blockquote][/size][/blockquote]