Stall Four: Trenton

[x.Ella Volter.x]

||Registered Name||
Saint Trenton

||Stable Name||
Trenton

||Age/D.O.B.||
Three Years
May, 7, 2006

||Gender||
Colt

||Color||
Black

||Markings||
None, although he does have some scars on his rump from excessive use of the whip.

||Height||
16'3 Hands

||Training||
Dirt Track

||Earnings||
None

||Accomplishments||
None

||Race Record||
-0-0-0-0-

||Level||
Maiden

||Sire||
General Trenton

||Dam||
Sea La Saint Bay -
Half Sister to Hug a Slew, the son of Seattle Slew!

||Offspring||
None

||Extra Info||

||Personality||
Saint Trenton can not stand to be around other stallions, and has even physically got into a fight on the track. He only likes people he's known for a while, and if any stranger tries to approach there's a good chance they won't get to close before realizing it's smart to back off. Trenton never really lived the life of luxury, but so far has no problems with it, accept for all the attention it brings. Saint Trenton tends to bond with his rider, but just because he likes you doesn't mean he's gonna do everything your way, he has a mind of his own, and if you forget you will be reminded. Trenton does not like the starting gate, he's not afraid of it, but the main idea of being locked up in a small area makes him go wild, so at most races it takes quite a few stable hands to finally get him in, but once he's on the track there's nothing else he thinks about accept getting to the finish line first, however though, after the race he's usually a devil to control.


||History||
Saint Trenton was born on May, 7, 2005 so he's just turned three. His sire was the proud, and well known Grand Trenton, while his dam Sea La Saint Bay had been known around the world for the long distance races she had entered, and won, but the the most important thing of all about Trenton was his breeder. The famous Greg Brown had been breeding Thoroughbreds for a while now, and upon purchasing Trenton's dam he knew exactly what stud he should breed her too, there-for creating Saint Trenton. Now don't get me wrong here, even though Trenton's blood lines, and parents racing history are to die for, he wasn't dealt the easy hand of life. Sadly a few months after his birth, Trenton's breeder Greg Brown died in a car accident, and sense he had no living relatives everything he owned was sent to auction, including the horses.

Trenton was then bought by a less famous breeder by the name of Don, Martin Don. Trenton had never even raced once in his life for his was still far to young, but no that didn't stop Don from making his life hell. Saint Trenton had been scheduled for work outs on the track every two days sense he turned a year old, and he was first entered into a race at the young age of two, only to be scratched, and even though the black colt hadn't lost his wind in all abuse, his past left it's mark. His once beautiful ebony colored pelt was scared, and dull, and he had deep gashes on his side's from the spurs on the rider's boots, and even worse his rump was lined with whips marks telling how the jockey got him to produce such great speed, but in spite of all this, Trenton had never lost his pride, and there-for you could even say it was his fault for being treated like he was, his strong will to not give in is what caused him such pain, yet nothing could change who he was...

*Note -- Trenton's racing information and pictures are subject to change over time as he ages, and enters more races.

*Note -- Trenton is not an abuse case, only that he had been treated roughly, and his past owners we're Ir-responsible.

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[x.Ella Volter.x]

The colt that was in the trailer behind her didn't look like much, but he sure had the spirit to be a champ. The bruises, scars, and open wounds astounded Ella. How could the owner of a horse with such great bloodlines treat him with such cruelty? She shook her head to herself as she pulled up to the courtyard. Turning the key to "off", she hopped out.

Trenton's training colors here would be white. So she took the white cotton lead rope and carefully opened the trailer doors. Her slim fingers moved quickly and changed the short lead holding the horse's head in place for the lead rope. Too many bad experiences with horses bolting out the back with the tether still tied. All to many.

[Saint Trenton]

ooc. You really think he don't look like much... -Cries- xD

Saint Trenton let out a snort, and stood still as his apparently "New Owner" started to un-load him from the trailer. The black colt might not have been the best looking thing in the world, but once his dirty pelt had been groomed properly, and he gained a little bit more weight he would sure be close to it. Trenton started to paw at the bottom of the trailer floor, it was wooden, even though he had been covered in mats like most. The masculine thoroughbred threw his head up upon the girl messing around with the lead. Trenton pinned his auds against his fine skull, and started to bare his ivories, but decided it'd be smarter to wait in tell he was out of the trailer.

This black colt wouldn't be easy to handle, thats why his past owners had been so rough, it took a whip to get his attention, it took starvation to make him mind, and it took harsh training to make him fit, even though these things seemed so brutal, to Trenton they we're necessary, for he had never learned to behave in any other way then being treated badly, but he had once known the gentle hand, and even though his breeder every now and then got annoyed with the colt's actions, he had always found some humor in it, after all Trenton had been the man's prized possession for as long as he lived, but sadly after the man's death Trenton was sold, to his old abusive owners, who then sold him to this new person.

[x.Ella Volter.x]

ooc: lol... didn't mean it that way! *hands cookie*

The colt looked very fiesty. The woman had had her share of this type of horse. She was relieved when the bared teeth were concealed once more, but was still wary of the flattened ears. "Easy now, hush," she said calmly, softly, yet firmly. She gripped the cotton lead rope tightly and gave a quick tug to stop his head-tossing. "No," she said harshly. But she rested a hand on his nose for a moment before signaling to him to back out. At least he wasn't like the other horses that bolted out like hell was chasing them. She stepped down from the wheel shield to guide him out.

[Saint Trenton]

ooc. YAY COOKIE! -Snatches- Thankies!

Saint Trenton let out a soft snort, slightly surprised that it would be a woman to try and control him rather then a man, like all his past owners had been. The black colt stopped his head throwing when the tug was applied, but his ears remained flat against his skull. The colt then quickly backed out of the trailer, almost at a trot, upon his hooves reaching the ground he then turned to face his new owner, auds still flat, teeth starting to bare in a warning manner. Trenton had never really completely trusted humans, so it was only natural for him to constantly give warning and remind them he had a mind of his own, and it was none other then this rebellious behavior that had gotten him where he was today.

The masculine ebony colt pawed at the ground with his razer like hooves leaving deep incision on the earth. Trenton had never really had a problem with the trailer unlike most other horses, and actually found them slightly enjoyable, accept for the occasional bump on the road. The black colt let out a deep snort, making his barrel suck in, and expand, he then looked around the area with his almond colored orbs taking in the scenery. Trenton let out a low neigh greeting other horses in the pastures surrounding the area, and then turned his attention to something else. It was the scent of a mare, he couldn't quite tell wither she was in heat, but her scent was strong. The black colt lifted his upper lip, and bared his teeth, a common action that all stallions made when wanting to get a better smell of something.

[x.Ella Volter.x]

The young woman was ready, and swiftly followed the colt and down the ledge. A few woodchips flew out behind the two. She smiled a little as the colt gazed at his new surroundings. His large brown eyes looked curious. That would help his want to learn, his want to win. She watched him snort and paw, a little anxiety. She giggled as his upper lip curled, obviously intaking the scent of Bambi in the paddock out in back of the house.

Cautiously she laid a hand on his cheek and rubbed it softly. She gradually smiled as his reaction was slim. Ella hoped he would become a great horse to ride, and a great horse to trust. She could easily understand his wariness due to the poor treatment he previously had received. She ran her hand slowly down his muscled neck, scraping a little caked on mud off.

[Saint Trenton]

Saint Trenton pulled away slightly when the woman put her hand on his check, but afterwords sensing she wasn't intending any harm he started to settle down. The black colt quivered slightly as the human slowly rubbed her hand down his neck. He hadn't been touched in a while, and still wasn't quite sure about the entire "petting thing", but so far it didn't seem to be doing any harm. Trenton let out a low snort, slightly relived it wasn't just stallion's here, even though he could sense their presence, the scent of a mare seemed to command all his attention, and for a brief moment made him forget about that a human was here.

He knew this human would try to tame him, but soon she'd really find out just how tame Trenton was, even though the colt was usually calm, when left alone for long hours, the black thoroughbred would grow hostile, and when first being taken out on the track, he'd try to do everything in his power to take the bit, along with giving a fight to control his own head, but once you got him running, well let's just say it doesn't matter what you do, for as long as you let him run his way, theres almost a 100% chance you'll win every time, unless of course you do some foolish, like try to keep his speed down, or pull on his head.

Saint Trenton then shook his head violently, as if teasing the human that was holding on to the lead rope. The colt did have a playful side like most, but usually it'd take some time to see it, although so far this human was doing good, at least with allowing the colt to relax, and show his true nature. Trenton let out another neigh to the horses in the nearby pasture. He then started to pull forward on the lead, wanting to get a better look at them, and not really caring wither the human wanted to stay where she was or not.

The black colt suddenly pinned his auds against in head, but then quickly lifted them back up, showing his was unsure about something. The young thoroughbred had caught a strange scent it the wind. It was the smell of a stallion, but Trenton could easily tell he was probably the dominate male of the stable, even though he wasn't quite sure. It was clear to him, that the scent wasn't friendly, but more in the form of a warning, mainly focused on him.

The ebony thoroughbred colt then let out yet another shrill scream, and once more started scraping at the ground with his right fore hoof, leaving deep incisions in the ground. Trenton then reared up, but only slightly. He kicked his legs out as if trying to slice through the air surronding him. The black colt was taking this new scent as a challenge, and with his aggressive display it was quite clear he had accepted it. What would happen in the future was unknown to him, but with this early dominate attitude, there was bound to be a fight on the way.

[x.Ella Volter.x]

The colt under her hand was taking this friendly gesture the way a true Thoroughbred would. He was unsure and careful, but still remained calm. This showed they had good blood, good, pure blood. That made great racehorses. That made them great because good blood meant good spirit, and that is what horses needed to be winners.

Besides Bambi the filly, there were three colts here as well. And it looked as though Trenton had scented them all ready. To top it off, naughty Dani Vegas had already whinnied back at the new colt's greeting call. With a sigh, she knew what would probably happen. So as the colt started pawing the ground and when he half-reared, she walked forward. Away from the colt barn. It seemed as though he might even be calmer by Bambi, for it seemed to occupy his mind more. All the paddocks had a five foot space inbetween them, so Bambi would stay safe even with a colt by her side. "Behave, now. I'd rather you look funny than act vicious," she said with a laugh. Looking funny was referring to the curling lip and showing of teeth.

She opened the wide gate to the lush pasture and led the black Thoroughbred into it. She unclipped his white cotton lead rope and leaned over the wooden railing painted white. Now being able to gain access to the three-rung rack, she laid the rope over it. Her black boots shuffled through the long grass back to her new colt. "How do ya like it here," she whispered, taking a hand to his side to peel a peice of wood shaving off his coat.

[Saint Trenton]

Saint Trenton continued staring at the horses out in the pastures, in tell his new owner started walking forward, and he willingly fallowed, although after a few steps it seemed as if he was leading sense his pace was faster then hers. The black colt let out a low snort, and started to throw his head, hearing the human female's words. It almost made it seem like horses had a sense of humor, which they did even though it didn't show very often.

Trenton pawed at the ground slightly, and then began to flick his tail showing he was anxious to keep moving. Once his owner started walking forward again he continued fallowing, only this time side-stepping slightly. The black colt walked though the gate without any problem, and once the human unclipped the lead he took off at a gallop to the other end of the pasture.

Saint Trenton flicked his tail against his sides, as if copying the action jockeys made to increase their horses speed. The black colt then came to a sliding halt, the ground was still damp from this mornings rain making the pasture just muddy enough to slide, but still firm enough that his hooves wouldn't start sinking into the ground.

Trenton tossed his head playfully, and then started to rear up, he didn't make any challenging scream, or kick his legs out like he normally would when re-acting to a stallion, no right now this was all play. The black colt then started trotting back over towords his owner hearing her speak again, and not quite sure wither she was calling him, or just talking to herself.

Upon arrival he let out a low snort, and gently pressed his head up against her chest. The black colt then felt her hand once more on his body, accept this time it was picking off particles of wood from his neck, so the colt did what most other would, and gave the human a small nip, much like how wild horses would groom each other's pelts with small bites.

[x.Ella Volter.x]

She watched the colt streak to the end of the paddock with interest. It was a good time to see how he runs. A nice long stride with long legs. Definately a good chest on him; it was muscled but deep to accept long distances. She smiled as the colt slid to a halt and reared around. It was nice to see him not look mad when he did this, merely stretching his legs most likely after the trailer ride.

Ella was suprised as the black Thoroughbred came trotting up at the sound of her voice. This made her feel good. It made her feel that a bond was already weaving its way into both of their hearts. She staggered back a little as he put the flat of his face on her chest but regained balance and smiled softly. She once had a horse like this, a long time ago when she was little. It was her first pony. The woman rubbed Trenton's forehead for a moment before he decided to give her a little nip.

"Hey now," she laughed and patted his lean neck. She wiped some grime off his back and inspected a scar on his rump. It looked pretty bad, and as if it had healed a little clumsily. As in, without medical care. She frowned, for this was no way to treat such a wonderful and interesting horse. Ella dared not touch it for fear of it stinging him. She didn't want to get off on a bad start, and it already was a touchy situation.

[Saint Trenton]

Saint Trenton quivered slightly as the human began to rump her hand on his neck, and then down towords his back. He let out a low snort, and started to back up slightly, to where the woman's hand was back on his neck. He wasn't very trusting when people touched his back, unless of course it was with a saddle, and still then it'd take a while before they could get it on properly.

The black colt nickered slightly as if trying to communicate with the human. He then pinned his auds against his head, but quickly brought them back up. He had found yet another thing he was unsure off, it was what appeared to be a very large pond surrounded by cement, but if he was human he'd know it to be called a pool.

The black colt let out another snort, and started pawing at the ground, but for no reason other then to leave a mark. Trenton nudged the humans hand, and then started to walk off, but it soon turned into a brisk trot towords the center of the pasture. The ebony thoroughbred came to a sudden halt, and arched his neck down towords the ground.

He sniffed another horses past remains, and then once more started walking off to a grassier part of the pasture, where he would graze. Trenton was a few pounds under weight, but it would soon come back to him with a regular feeding schedule, and pasture time about every two, or three days.

[x.Ella Volter.x]

She sighed with peacefullness as the colt trotted away to graze. Looking behind her, she quickly hopped out onto the top rail of the fence to just take in her farm. It was doing well, and with the new income of all the horses, she would be well on her way to success. Soon Sparrow Ridge Farm would be the headline of all the local newspapers. At least, she hoped so.

Ella looked at the grazing horse. He was such a curious creature. Although, in that way he was just the same as any horse. He was alert and spunky, but could easily calm down and relax. Trenton was in the latter stage right now. The woman wondered how he raced... Did he take turns quickly? Was he best at moving in from the rail or outside the pack? Did he set the pace, or come from behind? So many variables that could only be found out one way. Most importantly, did he have a heart of determination or aggression? Ella had seen both, and the first heart was best. She could work with aggression. It could easily be turned into spirit and determination. She would have to wait and see.

Minutes passed. The female always thought that she could watch a horse graze forever and never wish she was some place else. Clouds were rolling in, blanketing the estate with shade. The bright yellow sun was soon covered and dimmed by a large, dark cloud that was rapidly darkening. Ella glanced up in time to see rain starting to drop from the sky by the bucketload. She panicked at first, but settled. Shielding her face, she grabbed the lead and walked quickly to the colt.

"Come on, now, be good," she crooned as the rain fell harder. A clap of thunder sounded, matched by a streak of lightning. Without delay, Ella snapped the lead to the colt's wettening leather halter. "Let's go," she said. She really didn't want to delay Trenton's peaceful grazing, but she was afraid he'd spook too badly out in a storm. She still needed to get Bambi and the other horses in. She started to jog, hoping the colt would follow briskly.

[Saint Trenton]

Saint Trenton looked up at the sky with his almond brown orbs as the darkening clouds started to roll in. He let out a low snort, and then turned his attention to his owner, who was now making her way towords him, at a fast pace. The black colt pinned his auds against his fine skull as the heavy down fall of rain started to beat down on his pelt. Trenton let out a low neigh, and cautiously allowed his owner to snap the lead rope onto his halter. He then waited for the human to move, and fallowed quickly as she took off at a jog, the colt's body moving briskly into a fast trot beside her.

The black colt continued moving forward, his hooves now starting to sink into the muddy ground as he shifted his weight. Trenton wasn't usually bothered by rain, but thunder and lightning we're different, as like most horses, the black colt felt threatened, and insecure whenever thunderstorms we're present. Trenton flared his nostrils slightly, and listened with auds pinned as the thunder started making it's presence known. The black colt snorted, and then started picking up the pace, now almost pulling his owner in order to get to the barn quicker.

Then it happened... Trenton reared up into the air as the lightning hit the ground with a quick flash. The black colt let out a shrill scream, and kicked out madly trying to free himself from his owner, in order to escape the horrific nature of the storm. Trenton continued his reckless behavior, not even thinking for a second that he might pose a greater threat, then what the storm it's self did, only acting in the way he knew how, which of course was defense. The ebony equine finally after a few minutes slowly came back down to the ground, seeking the comfort and protection of his owner, rather then his own.

[x.Ella Volter.x]

The lightning hit the ground a few tens of yards away from where the jogging girl and her colt were. It scared her to death, and her face was livid with fear. She gulped down the urge to scream and gripped tighter on the colt's cotton lead. It would be all right; they were near the gate.

Trenton decided otherwise as he reared in a panicked frenzy. Ella's hair was plastered to her cheeks, but she dared not peel it away with fear of the colt taking off. "Easy now," she said loudly to be heard over the pounding rain. She kept a constant pressure on his lead to keep him under control, and it seemed to have worked. He calmed after the most recent clap of thunder, and Ella released her pressure. Once again she started off at a jog to the gate. Swiftly she swung it open and let the colt trot out of the paddock. She closed the dripping gate with force, and walked briskly to the barn.

It was nice and warm and dry inside the large building. There was a lightning rod streamed to the ground, so everything inside this structure was safe. She closed the heavy doors behind herself and Trenton and led him to a large box stall. "That certainly was unexpected," she half-laughed to herself. She got inside with the dripping wet horse and started to scrape of the wetness with her hand. There was a fresh flake of hay inside the stall, all ready for the colt.

[Saint Trenton]

Saint Trenton flicked his auds forward in response at the girl's words. He then chased after her as she once more took off at a jog towords the gate. The black colt walked though the opening in the fence, and then in a hurry once more started trotting forward trying to rush his owner. Upon her shutting the gate, he waited for in tell she was by his side again, and then once more went into a trot. The black colt's hooves pounded down in rhythm matching that of the rain as he strutted into the barn, quite relieved to be in some place dry, and away from all the chaos of the storm.

Trenton watched with worried orbs as his owner shut the barn door, the familiar pounding sound of rain starting to become silent as the barn doors blocked off the outside from his view. The black colt fallowed his owner to the dry stall. His wet hooves leaving round, muddy tracks on the cement floor. Trenton then walked into his stall, and quickly started munching on the fresh hay. It had been some time sense he actually had decent hay to eat. The black colt quivered slightly as the girl started wiping him down, his glossy pelt now free from dirt, and other foreign particulars.