Go ahead and smack me, cause this is an auction bid. I'm bidding for Hip 6 in this auction --> [link]
Ungh... This took over an hour and a half to shade. OI. I'll not be trying THAT method for a while. xD
BTW, Keith, if you even check this out, I think you may appreciate the first half of the story that goes with this. Just know that someday I will pull that trick on you.
Sadie's theme song <3 - [link]
It was an unseasonably warm day in November when Callie and Grant were sitting on their bed trading sections of various thoroughbred-related newspapers. Callie suddenly came across an auction loaded with some of the best bloodlines imaginable. She read further on the Giant's Causeway x Switch filly and with each line she grew more and more interested until she at last shoved the article practically against Grant's nose. She bounced excitedly on the bed in front of him, not realizing that she was shaking the pile of read papers off into the floor as she giddily begged him for permission to try for the bay filly.
Grant tossed his magazine onto the lost pile on the floor and sat up, a skeptical look painting 'no way' all over his handsome face.
"Give me a good reason why we should."
She pouted for a split second and then slid close to him on her knees. First, to be silly, she adjusted her shirt so that the tops of her breasts became more pronounced and gave him a sweetly coy look. Although he glanced a little too long and swallowed hard, he turned his head away, saying "Nope, better reason."
She sighed and pretended to think for a moment before scooting around so she was facing his shoulder side-on. She leaned in and gingerly kissed her way from his tan shoulders to his neck.
"Giant's Causeway," she whispered against the nape of his neck as she dabbled her fingers against his back under his shirt. "Grades stakes winning and placing son of Storm Cat and Mariah's Storm. He ran 13 times and 12 of them were grades stakes. 9 wins, 4 second places."
"Hmmm, and he's just so damn sexy," she purred with her cheek against his hair, pressing her body closer to his. Her hands wandered down his arm to his torso, which twitched slightly as her fingertips brushed under his tank top.
"Switch," she hissed softly as she barely grazed her lips against his ear; she fanned her fingers across the closest pocket of his pants. "Graded Stakes winning and placing daughter of the Mr Prospector, Dr. Fager, Danzig, and Sharpen Up lines. This filly rates on TrueNicks at A++... Please?"
At this point, when she dropped a feather-light kiss on the side of his throat, he sighed and leaned back against the pillows. He hooked his fingers with hers and closed his eyes for a minute, scrunching his eyebrows. He finally looked back up at her with his best forlorn expression.
"You fight dirty," he accused.
"Maybe." She smiled demurely and gently kissed each of the fingertips of his right hand.
"Alright, we'll try for her. But-" he interrupted her giddy squeal and gave her a very stern look, "You have to name her something pretty, not silly, ok?"
She thought for a moment, her hand holding his hand softly to her cheek. "What about Mascherari? They're Venetian mask makers."
"Sounds lovely... You also have to come down here and kiss me."
She suppressed a gloating smirk and leaned down to him, supporting herself on her hands which were on either side of his chest. In one swift movement, he pulled her against him and flipped her onto her back with her arms pinned above her head.
She gasped with faux shock and said, "You fight dirty, too!"
She was about to come out with a less-than-clever comeback to that but found her lips suddenly very busy.
The following story and information is as if we were to get her and does not apply unless we do-->>
As the bay filly charged ahead of her nearest rivals and sailed under the wire clear by at least seven lengths in the first race of her life, Grant said loudly to himself, "Holy shit."
"I know right?" Callie said, nudging Jillian's arm as she did. Even the filly's trainer had seriously doubted her ability to win. She could run, oh boy could she run and seemingly endlessly, but nobody except for Callie had ever believed that she had that special spark inside her soul that it took to want to win.
"Holy shit!" Grant repeated, this time with an enormous smile on his face. He rushed out of the stands, shouting back that he'd meet them all in the barn later.
It wasn't until a few months and a few ungraded stakes races later that Callie noticed a pattern in his behavior when it came to Sadie's winning streak. Every time Sadie won a race, Grant would rush off, saying he'd meet everybody back at the barn. Then at dinner, which Grant took Callie out to every time they were present at a win by one of their horses, he would always have some sort of pretty necklace, sparkling charm for her bracelet, or precious trinket. Callie finally figured it out. Grant was actually betting on the horse that she'd fought him over since before they even owned her! She actually caught him once with her halter on his arm; he said he was going to have it cleaned. The next day when she saw Sadie in the saddling paddock, the big bay wore a stunning black leather halter with lacy scrolls etched into the surface of the headstall, an intricately ornate sterling silver nameplate across the nosepiece, and delicate corset lacing with fine pink ribbon on both cheekpieces. Well, that scruffy old brown halter sure cleaned up nice and expensive but a girl like Sadie, with her income, could spare a couple hundred here and there. That pretty halter, along with the adorably sassy new silks that were assigned to her, was to become her signature look and all the envy of rival barns.
Only on two occasions did she place second, due to issues about the track that afforded her heavy frame very little purchase on the overly slippery surface of the mud she had to slog through. As a mighty finale to her two year old season, she blasted across the finish one and a half lengths ahead of second place in the Arlington-Washington Lassie Stakes at Arlington Park and raised the roof at Churchill Downs with her total domination over the Grey Goose Breeder's Cup Juvenile Fillies. Many have begun doubting that her freakish talent can possibly continue very far into her next year, and those that don't doubt her talent instead doubt her ability to win over her male competition. When questioned in a press interview if she thought that her filly could take on the big bad boys, Callie simply replied, "Why the hell not?"
You see where I got the name? Giant's Causeway --> causeway --> Venice <3 --> Carnival of Venice --> venetian masks --> mask maker --> Mascherari
Also, a woman that can turn a man on by talking about a horse is a serious force to be reckoned with.
Registered Name: Mascherari
Barn Names: Sadie
Base Color: Bay
Bloodlines: Giant's Causeway x Switch
Personality: Sadie is very sweet, loyal, and is trusting almost to a fault. She is very dependable and is always up for a new plan of action, no matter how scary it would be taken by other horses. Her only problem is that she needs to be cinched slowly; her girth area is rather ticklish and uncomfortable with being cinched up so fast that she can't get used to it very gradually. Also refuses to be ridden by a man; her rider and jockey must be women.