Go find his ribbons, she said. They'll look good on his stall, she said. Ben grumbled as he leafed through another box of nothing but old papers. Mostly credit points declarations and pedigrees from horses they hadn't owned in fifteen years - useless clutter that probably should have been passed on to the new owner. Although why these were in his room, he had no idea. If it wasn't his horse, honestly - he didn't care. Sighing heavily, he threw the box onto the floor, and reached for another shoebox on the top shelf of his closet. Opening the box, marked "BANK STATEMENTS", he noticed it was full of ribbons, papers, and photographs. The box itself was a few years old - three or four, he noticed. Smiling to himself, he pulled out old photographs, ownership transfers, and various notes, all Otachi's, from when he had first bought the colt. Remembering suddenly, he looked through the box, and found what he was looking for - an old Polaroid photograph of Otachi, from the day he had met the colt, then a foal about two weeks old. Flipping it over, he noticed it was from back in 2004 - it had been a long four years, that was for sure. Grinning, he remembered the story of how he had ended up with the unruly horse...
A few years ago, he had been grooming at shows and riding regularly for a small horse farm near his aunt's house, Windgate stables. He'd never thought much about riding, just that it was something he'd learned as a kid, and a way to get a job for the summer to help pay for his tuition. Him and the farm's owner were bringing a horse to a small schooling show not far from Windgate, and he was grooming for the day. While the horse was safely tied to the trailer, he decided to take a walk around the showgrounds, and look at some of the horses. He'd brought his camera with him, hoping to take a few photos of the horse they were showing, as they were putting the horse up for sale soon. After walking around for a few minutes, he noticed a young woman struggling to catch a foal in one of the back paddocks, and went over to help. However, after a good while of trying to catch the white colt, they finally had to admit defeat, and sat down under a tree to wait a while. They started talking, and after a while, the woman mentioned that she was trying to sell the colt, and had decided to bring him to the show to hopefully drum up a few buyers - but with the way the colt was behaving, she doubted she'd be able to sell him at all. Thinking quietly, Ben asked her how much she was thinking of selling him for. Noting he was a rare color, and a purebred, (and not to mention, his dam was Moulin Rouge - a mare harder to get a breeding out of than 90% of the foreign imports combined) the price on the foal was high - but Ben had an idea. After working with the Windgate horses for the last two years, the owner had started talking to him about getting his own horse to show. At the time, he had brushed it off, after all, he was already riding Blue, and needed money for his university tuition. But now... Snapping a quick photograph of the foal, he quickly excused himself, and went to go talk to Windgate's owner. He had saved up just enough money, and maybe if the foal did well in his liberty class later that day...
RESULTS: Running back to Windgate's owner, he shook out the small Polaroid in his hands, hoping it would develop as soon as he got back to the trailer. With the trailer in sight, he noticed happily that the photo looked better than expected, and hoped that it would shine a good light on the young colt. Panting slightly from the run (and earlier catching session), he excitedly told the owner all about trying to catch the foal, his excellent pedigree, and how great a competition horse the leggy colt could be - with a build like that already, he looked more like an Arabian than a Nordanner. Nodding quietly, she asked him how much the colt would cost. Blushing and biting his lip, he choked out a price that might have been a little bit lower than the real thing. He told her that if the foal did well in his class later that day, he had enough money, and she had been wanting him to get a 'real' horse to show - he could ride Blue until the colt was old enough to ride. Agreeing, she said that if the colt did well, she would trailer the horse back to Windgate, and board the foal in exchange for him grooming and working at the farm. However, if he wasn't able to work, he would have to find somewhere else to keep the young colt, or sell him. Nodding solemnly for a few seconds, he jumped back to find the woman in the paddock with the colt, heart thumping excitedly. A colt of his own. Racing back to the small field, he saw that the colt had finally been caught, and was now being held by (assumedly) a friend of the young woman's. Climbing the fence, he waved to the woman and her friend, and walked over to talk to them. Explaining the situation, he told them he wanted to buy the colt - but he was only allowed to if the foal did well. Through his excited talking, he barely noticed the next class being called to the ring - the foal's liberty class was starting. Saying goodbye, he hurried out of the paddock to go stand at the fence and wait for the class to start. Fidgeting and biting his lip nervously, he waited as the horses entered the ring. He couldn't hear what happened during the class over the sound of blood rushing through his head, but stood patiently at the gate as he waited for the horses to come out. And if the owner of the small farm said she'd never seen him smile so much as the foal came out of the ring with a first place ribbon in his mane, or when he carried the tiny colt into their trailer, or even when he fell asleep in the colt's stall after making sure he was settled for the night, she wouldn't have been lying. HW#2 Liberty Class - First Place
Okay so I thought this would be really cute //sobbu Like why not have an official Otachi introduction?? and I haven't drawn foals in so long... since I bred Blue!! I know Otachi is 4 at the time, however I thought that having him be a foal for this entry would be a really cute way to kind of tell everyone how Ben and Otachi met. And it's sort of in the present tense? Because he's looking back at a photo? I don't really know what I was trying to do, but I think it's good!! Anyway sorry for long story but this is the only time I'll be telling the story of how Ben bought Otachi, SO. Or maybe he didn't buy Otachi? Maybe someone else bought him and Ben only got to ride him when he got older? It's a surprise until the results of the show are announced!! So come back next Sunday, folks, and you'll see!! Erm but yeah I really like how this turned out!! I was surprised, last time I tried to draw a foal it didn't go half as well... IM GOING TO DRAW 900 OF THESE LITTLE POLAROIDS OF OTACHI OKAY THEY'RE JUST REALLY CUTE??
Eeeeee yes a big cork board of them would be so cute!! *U*;; im thinking of doing a whole bunch of them to show how otachi and ben sort of ''grew up'' together even though ben was already like 20 at that point lol and then putting them all in one big image at the end to sort of end the backstory eue b
Thank you very much Yep, I sketch and draw my lines traditionally, and then color and shade digitally ^U^;; I only do conceptual art fully traditional, but I don't post them here because I feel it would be hard to explain the concepts behind the works without showing the complete work leading up to it - and because they take so long to do, I feel that in a year I would have depressingly little to show (somewhere between 2-4 pieces max in a year's work) :,D But most of my fully traditional work is just done in graphite pencils, I don't do so much colored pencil, watercolor, or paint works ^U^;;