Hail Mary - Adopt Attempt

:EDIT: She's mine! Now I'm off to wallow in palomino bliss... and to plan her triumphant race career.

Palominos have the divine ability to suck out my soul and make me do their bidding like no other color of horse can. Figures I couldn't pass up bidding on this girl [link] in thunderjam1992's yearling auction. It's been so long since I've done a comic-like drawing so I took the chance to do one for a subject that just screams, 'make a story out of me'. Never been to a horse auction, so I'm living vicariously through this one.

I picked Hail Mary to be her name after the Hail Mary Pass in football history. Basically the guy that made it closed his eyes, said a prayer, and threw. I figure it fits my image of Mary pretty well.
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Long story ahead, feel free to skip it.

Miss T. was feeling much toastier now that she had retrieved a jacket and scarf. Not four horses into the auction and she had started to feel cold. Sure the room they were in was temperature controlled, but this was the woman that could freeze in the middle of high Summer. She had missed the next three yearlings being brought in to the the center pen in order to make a trip back to the truck. Quest complete, hands firmly in pockets, she made her way back down the aisle to where Daniel was holding a seat for her. Her brother had been kind enough to keep her company for the day.

Imagine a firmly five foot five Miss T. manhandling dear Daniel, easily a foot taller than her ever since that final growth spurt, down two flights of stairs, across a good two hundred foot of open barn lot and up trough the side door of the truck she had only recently finished hooking up to the smallest stock trailer. True, it was a bit of a stretch, but she had been practicing the brawn over brain technique on both her siblings since she was old enough to know that she wanted them to see things her way, so basically she was a master of the craft when the mood struck her. She had been, strangely, kind enough to have allowed him his handheld so that he could entertain himself quietly for a few hours.

"Hey, you with the nose and the face, move it." Lovely woman, lovely personality. But she had a point, even if it was a rude one. Dan had made himself very comfortable curled up in his chair with feet planted on the seat backs in front. Not waiting for him to comply since he was obviously busy with saving Princess Peach, again, she bulled right through his legs and plopped down.

Miss T. was dressed normally today, a little masculine with the denim Carhartt jacket and work jeans, but normal compared to her usual wardrobe. This would later be explained by the fact that she hadn't bothered to do her laundry yet and had, instead, raided their other brother's closet for something to wear since he wasn't too much bigger than her. The argument would be long and loud and end when she finally pointed out that he himself had borrowed her clothes to go cross-dressing for Halloween.

Nothing much was happening, a lady in a flowery derby style hat was making an announcement that someone had left their lights on out in the lot. Obviously not Miss T's, she had just been out there, and had even passed the culprits vehicle without comment, nor intention to report it to the announcer. Lucky them that other auction attendees weren't so callous.

After a repeat of the announcement the auctioneer took over and started rattling off the specs on the next lot, the speech came word for word from the catalog if you had bothered to buy it, let alone read it. Lets just say that Miss T. likes surprises and her research had involved walking through the barn to see the horses first hand and little else. She was just about to settle her head on her fist, but perked right back up with mild interest. They were bringing in the palomino with lots of chrome that she had spent a significant amount of time drooling over before the auction start.

It was a pretty filly, no question, but she wasn't going that extra inch to win Miss T. completely over. She already had a big hipped Quarter Horse almost an exact match in color that could walk around just as prim and snooty as this one. Much as she liked collecting shiny horses, she didn't feel inclined to duplicate their personalities.

She needn't have worried about bidding on a copy, because the filly was setting up to do something Cricket never would. The lead shank snapping straight could be heard clear as a shot when the filly suddenly reversed directions before the handler could finish asking her to circle the pen to show off her other side. In nothing flat she was completely free and catching an impressive amount of air for such a delicate looking lady.

Something in Miss T. could not say no to a bad egg. The more it fussed and acted up the more she wanted to take it home. Who could refuse the dervish having a go round in the aluminum panel pen? Even when the filly stopped and let herself be re-caught it was clear she already had a considerable reserve of stamina for a baby and it complimented the attitude beautifully. She would have quite the career. In a word it would be awesome.

If she was aware of the problems, emotional and physical, that she was set on causing the staff by bringing yet another problem child into her fold, Miss T. completely disregarded that fact. All she saw was an excitingly unpredictable speed junky so alike and yet different from her first racing experiment. It was going to be fun finding out what buttons to press to get the filly to run roughshod over the rest of a field. She had a pretty wild imagination under that mop of brown and grey, she could see it all now.

The top edge of her bid card was press into her upper lip to hide the discomforting smile from her brother who was oblivious to the commotion, nothing was more important to him than finding the next power up. Poor, naive Daniel, he couldn't stop her if he realized what she was going to do too late.

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Name: Hail Mary
Barn Name: Mary
Gender: Filly
Height: 15.1hh
Color: Palomino
Eyes: Brown
Markings: Star, half-blaze, FL pastern, BL stocking, BR sock
Breed: Thoroughbred
Bloodlines: Aramara x ??--twin sister, Amy Mine
Discipline: none
Genes: ee/aa/nCr
Temperament: Very unruly temperament--she loves being around people, and she loves the camera (GAWD, does she ever love the camera), but she doesn't like being told what to do. You don't tell Mary to do something. You ask. Very nicely.
Breeder: Black Creek Crossing Stables
Stable: Twin Peaks Ranch
History She hasn't been with us long enough to build up any significant history beyond her rescue from slaughter. If she's anything like the horses to enter the ranch before her, its going to be a very colorful, hair pulling kind of history.

Races Results

GI Winter Stakes run by Seize The Day Stables
9 furlongs on Dirt, Colt's & Fillies 2-6 Years Old
Track Record - Paint The Sky 1:49:4
Start Position #5, Field of 17
Finished 11th

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