The first time that a certain runty bulldog pup set eyes on a certain lanky bay filly, it was't exactly love at first sight. The budding racehorse had tried to stomp the whimpering little bundle of red and white wrinkles, snorting and pawing wildly. Soon enough, though, she paused long enough to reach down and touch noses with the little dog. She flattened her ears as she nipped his ear, he yipped in protest, and both jumped away from each other. She reached to nip him again but this time he held his ground, stomped his chubby little paws, growled an adorable puppy growl, and bounced his puppy teeth lightly on her upper lip. They stared each other down for several minutes before the filly licked the little dog's ear in apology. From that day forward, wherever BrocÚliande was, so Esclados was as well, just a few chubby-dog strides away. Everywhere except when she was working, the bulldog was by her side, always protecting against the threats of people with cameras, people with food, people with nothing... When she was at work, he sat faithfully in the alley with her groom Thomas, ready to congratulate her on a job well done.
Despite her many character flaws, LeeAnn was rather a hansome filly, very much resembling her father Forestry, a highly regarded sire. She was tall, lean and agile but strongly built, had an amazing tail to swat people with, and ran like nothing else. However, while those 'character flaws' should've been the founding reasons for her to not hold a jockey, she only worked for one man. Sure, she had deigned to run for her previous riders and trainers, but for this one man she truly worked. Knowing that LeeAnn was becoming bored with the racing scene, Callie made the call to tentatively schedule a couple more races to flesh out the season before retiring.
In the barns one evening after a marvelous Saratoga romp, the Forestry daughter decided that she didn't like the way Thomas was walking her and began to throw herself about like some wild thing. Spotting the young man nearby rubbing another horse's ears, he desperately called out to the filly's rider.
"Jacob, could you...?" He gestured in the direction of the unruly bay.
Jacob chuckled to himself as he left the coal-black colt and took LeeAnn's lead. He twirled the brass chain gently against her lips, encouraging her to loosen up a little and walk quietly. He gently held his hand against her neck as they walked, talking quietly just to her, asking her to be a good girl and telling her how she should do so. The results were, for her, phenominal. She flicked her ears up to the side and with a twitching tail resigned herself to the lowly task of being walked. Her furry guard remained just shy of her inside hind leg, as always.
Name: BrocÚliande (bro SAY lee ahnd)
Barn Name: LeeAnn
Height: 16 hh
Conformation Notes: Long flat facial profile, large jowl, small sharp ears, thick neck, strong sloping shoulder, somewhat pronounced withers, broad chest, short thick legs, short back, deep barrel, long loin, muscular croup, long sloping hip, large muscular haunches, long thick tail
Discipline: Flat Racing
Bloodlines: Forestry - Magical Masquerade (Unbridled)
Temperament: LeeAnn is a complete brat, has to have her own way, doesn't like being handled, and cannot stand being brushed, but will gladly knock people and large objects aside to get to a fountain. She is suspicious of everyone and everything to the point of paranoia, is astonishingly irritable, and acts every day as if she woke up on the wrong side of the stall.
Preferred Distance: 6 1/2-7 1/2 furlongs
Running Style: Aggressive early speed
Surfaces: Dirt, Synthetic
Race Record: 16-7-3-2
Call Name: Red
Breed: Olde English Bulldogge
Markings: Splashed White
Temperament: Protective to a fault, he does not take kndly to strangers comng near 'his' girl.