Bissora

EEEEEEEEEEEEEE WE GOT HER!!! BISSY IS COMING HOME WITH US!!! AND WE GET A CHAMPS FOAL!

OH MY GOD! ITS A PAINTING!!!! ..... well watercolours..... mostly.... and acrylics.... and pen.... and well anyway ITS PRETTY!

AND IT NEARLY KILLED ME! seriously.... i haven't fought this hard with something in a while!... Big thanks to TJ for green colour scheme and to Decors for listening to me rant and squeal then dissapear over skype while i did this!

ANNYYYY WAY!

This is my bid for ~Pliochippus's AMAZING Hip #8 from the AUCTION

I had trouble with this Auction, as in the story as follows i did fall in love with a certain colt, as did the rest of us Plio stalkers....... so debating on who to bid on was hard... in the end i gave up and RNGed ALL of them (it was SO LONG!!) and then looked over them like a real auction.... and i fell in love with this little lady... So as i promised plio.. my epic bid became EPIC EPIC bid.. but for a different horse....

and yep.... ONWARDS TO STORY!!

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Neaghe glanced at her cousin. Frankie had looked stressed for a while now, though since they began this trip she had perked up a bit. The notable absence of a certain man was the decided up factor in her mood at the moment. Heck she almost seemed to be smiling as she registered them for the auction.

They were back in the UK, back at the same stud that so long ago she had picked out that bouncy little mare that had helped to start it all. Disco long gone now and several others having joined her they were back, looking for new bloodlines, the next big thing, another horse to add to the family.

It was a big crowd, loads of people had turned up for the auction and already Frankie had begun to wave to several groups of people. Damn woman seemed to know everyone. Neaghe tucked her hair behind her ear and nervously tried to blend into the throng. If only it had been a dressage meet, she would have felt at home in the cream jods and smart black of the boots and coats. There was still the smell and sounds of horses, and that was soothing enough, just a matter of trying to keep an eye on Frank’s spending or that damn man would tear her a new one.

Speaking of. Neaghe glanced around standing on tip toe before finding her laughing and chatting with a blonde woman, who Neaghe noticed with a frown, looked rather like a barbiedoll cheerleader. Not her cousin’s usual choice of friend. Frankie turned her head, seeming to feel the disapproving look and with a quick hug and short wave she jogged back over.

“Ready to check out some horses Nee?” She asked whipping the rolled pamphlet out of her back pocket. The darn catalogue had been gone over and over on the plane trip and now had stars, crosses and circles through dog eared and noted pages with scribbled thoughts and notes all over them. It was a wonder she could read anything under her atrocious handwriting.

“Sure, as long as you don’t go spending all the stud’s money. I’m supposed to be watching you on this trip and you and Jeremy had agreed on the colt to bid for so we shouldn’t really need to check out any other horses but him.” With a stern look she tried to keep the older, more experienced and therefore right expression on her face.

Frankie raised an eyebrow, a small grin peeking out at one side of her mouth.

“And if the colt was a dud in person? How would ‘Jeremy’ feel about buying him, or not looking in case there was another amazing horse? Trust me Ne, I know I’m on a tight leash at the moment, I will do what is best for the stud.” Grabbing the taller woman’s elbow she tried to skip away, dragging Neaghe along with her.

Entering the barn they jumped through the stalls heading for #6, the Holy Roman Emperor colt. Except he was surrounded, and he didn’t look too happy about it. Squealing and kicking he trounced around like a fish out of water, ears pinned and eye white rimmed and rolling.

“Huh” Frankies mouth quirked, eyebrows drawn together as she watched him. Neaghe looked back, he looked pretty, the bay and chrome not to mention the flecks of white on his shoulder and plume tail marking him as a genetic gold mine. This was the colt that they had planned on, the next Lucifer, Wish or even Irish. But Neaghe knew that frown, the annoyed grimace and the tell-tale frantic scribble of notes on the pamphlet did not bode well for her sanity or Mr. Squire’s blood pressure.

Seeing Frankie turn on her heel and stalk down the aisle towards the other two potential buys Neaghe felt herself grimace.

“This will not end well” she muttered as she tried to catch up.

The other two colts that had been noted as possibilities were the Haafhd and Ravens Pass boys. Red and near black the two had seemed to show promise in the pamphlet. But at 4 the Haafhd colt had still retained his coltish donkey ears and paddle feet and the Ravens Pass was although pretty a rather fat and bulky young stallion who seemed more interested in his feed than people or even the mares a few stalls down. Shaking her head at both Frankie did however offer a treat to the big brown and after a kind whicker and velvety lips she seemed to soften a bit towards the big guy.

It was as they walked back towards the now calm and less crowded #6 that Frankie froze. Neaghe groaned audibly when she saw her cousin’s attention riveted on a small chestnut mare hiding in the back of her stall.

“No, you told me AND you agreed with Jeremy. NO” crossing her arms she stepped in front of the curly brunette.

Frankie shushed before sidestepping around her and peering in through the stall door. Soft clucking and the enticing rustle of a bag got the horses curiosity and picking her way over a soft little muzzle examined the offered empty hands. Finding no treat she resorted to licking before pricking her ears and looking at the pair of women examining her.

“Yes” Frankie announced, without any doubts or reservations.

“Why?” Neaghe tried not to shake her, struggling with the impulse she tucked her hands under her armpits and retained a hold on reason.

“One, she’s a breeding dynamite. Good sire with little of the overused American bloodlines and not to mention a winner himself. Then there is her dam, also a good horse but the cross of both lines has also produced a great racer already in Canford Cliffs.” She tilted her head, looking at the pamphlet again as if to check her facts. “She only won a few races and the best was a Group 3, but she raced for 3 years with no soundness issues and showed some amazing speed in works if not on the track.”

Glancing at the filly’s door card her eyes narrowed and she smiled.

“It’s also a two for one deal apparently,” She turned to beam at Neaghe “Apparently she was just confirmed in foal to the Canadian Horse of the Year Champs Elysees!” Frankie sighed then, actually sighed. “Oh Danehill”

Neaghe raised an eyebrow at her, unable to resist any longer and poked her loved up relative in the shoulder to bring her back to earth “And I’m supposed to take it that this is a good cross?”

“Yes. Which is why I am still saying this is the one, We bid on her.”

“Oh god”

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Registered Name: Bissora (GB)
Barn Name: Sora, Atoll, Little island, Bissie
Sex: Mare
Age: 5 years
Breed: Thoroughbred
Appearance: Liver Chestnut, Blaze, Sock and coronet
Genetics: ee-aa
Height: 15hh
Purchased From: ~Pliochippus
Owner/trainer: *sealle
Temperament: She’s a sensitive mare and prone to panic attacks, she dislikes small spaces and overcrowding. It’s this quirky temperament that prevented her to shine on the track, unable to handle the push and crowds of big meets she would be reduced to a nervous lather before the race. However once racing she was a gutsy little mare and wouldn’t shy from a fight, though once boxed in she never won a race. Happiest on her own and quiet she is however and loves human company as long as they are confident and reassuring. Win her over with a calm pasture mate and lots of love and attention, and then she will perform her heart out.
History: Born into racing she was by a reasonably unused sire and out of a good mare. It was hoped she would highlight both dam and sire by winning races on the track. She did become well known and although winning some minor races and placing in few others she did not get the acclaim as hoped. Sold on at 4 she was raced a few more times by the new owners without result before sending her to be covered by another unproven sire of good breeding. Champs Elysees full brother of Dansili was yet unproven as a sire, however his brothers aptitude and his sires unmistakeable stamp on his sons left little to doubt for in his first crop. Once confirmed in foal it was decided to sell her with the idea that the potential foal would bring more money from the purchase than she would get by herself.
Discipline(s): Flat Racing (6-8F)
Final Record: 24:3/2/4
Best win’s during Career: Fred Darling Stakes
Sire + Dam: Tagula x Marbye (Marju)
Offspring: Corsika

also advance warning... if i dont get her i will most likely cry, though i am so bloody proud of this art i will keep it on my wall anyho.... and i will stalk her!

HERP DE DERP NAMING CLEVERS.... (cookies if you get it!)

AND YAY!.... ok im going now