From the line of The Hun

THERE MAY OR MAY NOT BE FOUL LANGUAGE OR OTHER QUESTIONABLE SOCIALLY RELATED THINGS IN THIS WRITING. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! 8D

EPISODE 18a

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Auction bid for =decors Mixed Breed Auction, Hip 6, [link]

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Harry decided, somewhere in the back of his mind, between the truly horrific meal served on this flight, and the baby screaming three seats back that maybe he wasn't cut out for this traveling gig.

Sweat, running, desperately waving a ticket at a completely uninterested stewardess, and the dirty looks he got when the woman realized his section of the plane wasn't even boarding yet drove him crazy.

Where was the posh private airplane that Jess talked about? Where was the massive seats, and gourmet meals in a carefully climate controlled cabin that Roxie bragged about.

Wiping sweat from his forehead, he reaches up to fiddle with the air flow in the console above him again...only to have it shut off by the cranky smelly woman he'd been set next to. Her mumbling could mean that the air wrecks her hair, or makes her skin dry, he can't quite tell. Though, the death glare he levels in her direction makes her harumph, dragging out a tattered Star Magazine.

Grunting, Harry pulls the hood of his sweater up over his head and stares sullenly out the window. Only forty five more minutes, thank god.

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The airport was a relief. Cool, crisp air wafts from small vents, and the security check goes smoothly. His taxi is waiting.

He'd never been to an auction before...though he knows why Jess sent him. Just to get him away from...everything. To stop him from worrying himself sick about something he couldn't control. Stress had forced him to lose more weight than even Jess was comfortable with him having lost. She'd ordered him to eat more, and sent him on this trip, booking him the god awful hell flight and chartering a car that was overbooked. Thus, the taxi.

Tossing his loaded bag into the back, seat with himself, he sighs loudly, crumpling on the seat in sweat stained jeans, a wrinkled BotSS t-shirt, and dark rings under his eyes. The cabby, a man with some forty years driving experience knows better than to even ask.

Another twenty minutes, and the car arrives at the destination, just in time to see Chase step out of the back of a black limo with certain purple haired tiny woman. Roxie.

Grumbling, Harry snatches his brochure from the smirking girl, and stamps off to the horse circled in black lettering.

Ellac, Hip 6, crossbreed. Stallion.

Okay...shuffling his feet slightly, he goes on tip toe, trying to get a glimpse of the horse mentioned...and
catches a glimpse of the small number pegged on a white fence.

Approaching cautiously, for he knows enough stallions to be cautious, he peeps his head over the railing...just in time to catch a horrendous whiff of Ellac ass gas.

“Oh my god...” Harry gags, clinging to the fence as the general crowd laughs, and edges back. The mottled nose of the 'horse' Harry had come to see thrusts itself through the bars, and latches on tightly to the rear pocket of his jeans. A satisfying riiiiiiiip noise echoes through the air, and he scuttles forwards in time for that nose to disappear.

A little more carefully this time, Harry hops onto the solid gate, and peers over, looking down into the hostile eyes of a small black appaloosa crossbred pony.

“Oh, Lyds is going to loooove you.”

His information if we win him:

Name: Ellac the Hun
Barn Name: Ellie
Age: 5 yo
Gender: Stallion
Height: 9hh
Color: Black Semi-Leopard Appaloosa
Genetics: EE/aa/LpLp
Eyes: Brown
Markings: Smudgy speckly frosting all over most of body, focusing on back. Star, thin strip. Striped hooves.
Breed: Shetland Cross (1/2 Miniature Horse, 1/2 Shetland Pony)
Personality: Bitey, and filled with pony evil, Ellac is his father's son. Stubborn to a fault, but also completely bombproof, he is the ideal small child's horse, as he brooks no argument, but will put up with almost anything that SEEMS to be his idea in the first place. Loves kids, and red licorice.
Bloodlines: Attila x Margarita (Local Mini/Shetland cross)
Discipline: Child's pony, Myrle's mount, and Doombringer to Jeremy.
Stud Status: Note Me for Miniature horse/Shetland mares only.

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Reffed from: ~PaintedEventer [link]