EEC Nomadawat

Name: Nomadawat
Barn Name: Nomad, Boss
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Irish Draft
Theme: *not for delicate ears* [link]
Height: 16 hh
Colour: Seal Brown
Markings: --
Genes: Ee, aAt
Preferred Discipline: CrossCountry, Endurance
Personality: Grouchy. This horse is mean to the max and all-business. According to Dallas, he's a lovable fellow once he's warmed up to you. But it's the warming process that takes a while. Has a fondness for kicking and biting. We're not sure about him yet. But he's absolutely without an ounce of fear. Loud noises, things jumping out at him, big horses and even bigger jumps, this horse faces them head-on. --> After his session at Oak Hollows, he's become a bit tamer, at least, when it comes to breeding, that is.

Abby's notes: Roached mane and short tail. Asked Dallas about it. Said that Nomad hates having hair in his face, and when his tail gets too long, Nomad starts attacking it. So he keeps both short in an effort to keep Nomad happy.

Owner: Dallas Faulkner
Stables: Empire Equestrian Center
Breeding status: restricted - ID, Warmbloods only.
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Abigail was still sleeping when there came a hard knock on the front door. She yawned and peeked out the window. It was still dark. A little before sunrise, she mused. And Timothy's truck wasn't in the driveway. 'Hm. That's odd.' she pondered, making her way downstairs as the rapping came again. She flicked on the light in the kitchen and peered through the curtains on the door. Oh wow. What a hunk. She opened the door slowly. "Hello? Can I help you?" she asked slowly, stifling a yawn.

The man nodded. "I'm Dallas. From the Faulkner brood across the street." he said in a honey-smooth voice. He pointed off across the street and she nodded in turn.

"Yes, but what are you doing here?"

"It was part of the agreement. They said." he replied simply, his deep timbre sending chills down her spine.

"Yeah, but-- it's not even sunrise."

He looked to the east. "About ten minutes till." he replied easily, looking back to her. "Mum always told me to show up early." he finished with a shrug. "Anything I can do?"

"Uh... yeah." she said, opening the door and letting him in. "Just make yourself comfortable. I gotta go get dressed, then I'll make us some breakfast..." she yawned, heading back up the stairs. She came down ten minutes later, as the first rays of the sun penetrated the horizon. And he was still standing just where she'd left him. "Did-- you just stand there the whole time?" she asked. He nodded slowly and Abby gave an exasperated sigh. It was way too early. She poured herself some coffee and offered him a cup, which he tok gladly. Quickly, she made them a set of eggs and they ate quickly in silence. He certainly was a talkative sort, that or he was just plain shy.

"So... how old are you?" she asked, hoping to spark a conversation as she cleared the table.

"Nineteen, ma'am." he said stiffly, sitting up as straight as he could. Damn. Sitting down, he was almost as tall as her.

"Oh no. I'm not a ma'am." she corrected, motioning for him to follow her outside. "I'm Abigail or Abby. Never ma'am or miss, or Lord forbid "missus"." He nodded sheepishly. "Alright. So. Your parents said you had a couple horses. Could I see them? I mean, I need to fill out their paperwork and stuff. Insurance stuff."

He nodded and led her across the street, waving to his father on the tractor as they walked by. There were two horses in the small field and the first one that trotted up accepted a warm pat on the nose from Dallas, but when Abby tried to touch him, he gavea small rear and reached out to nip her.

"Ah... Sorry, I ought have warned ya. He's a bit of a mean sort. He grows on you though." Dallas said in apology.

Abby held her hand caefully and nodded. "Alright... So penning him with other horses, probably not a good idea."

"He's fine when I muzzle him," Dallas defended, "He just has trust issues. Always been that way. Just give him some time. He's real sweet when he knows you."

"What's his name?"

"Nomadawat."

"What?"

"Exactly. Nomadawat."

"No matter what?" Abby asked, trying to clarify.

"Sort of. We found him wandering around. Like a nomad. But he kept people at a distance. No matter what they did."

Abby nodded, finally getting it. "What's he do?"

"Eats grass, gets fat, but I trained him to jump out in the woods back there. So he's not afraid to do the big jumps, or jump through water. Or be ridden for a long time."

"So... Cross country and... Endurance?" He nodded. And that was that. Nomadawat joined their little group.

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Shows:
Oak Hollow Summer Fayre 2010 - CrossCountry - Show Journal missing or deleted - 2nd of 3
The Galactic Tournament 2010 - Open CrossCountry - [link] - 4th of 10

Also Seen in:
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I think we all learned something new today. I can't draw roached manes (thanks for the right word!), and I can't color Seal Browns....