Dragan
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Show Name: Rustic Romance
Barn Name: Dragan
Color: Buckskin Frame/Splash
Gender: stallion
Height: 13.3 hh
Age: 3 years
Parents: foundation
Personality: Patient | Extroverted | Respectful | Easy-Going
Dragan is extremely patient with his mate Renae, who clings to him like a koala clings to a eucalyptus branch. He has an easy time keeping and making friends, so he tries to push Renae out of her shell. He only wants the best things for those he cares about and is quite respectful of boundaries and others’ wishes. In addition, he is a very easy-going stallion and never really puts up a fight with his trainers or friends.
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Mate: Renae
Lineage: lineage link
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Story: “Dragan! Dragan! Dragan!” The foals chanted as they chased me around the pasture. I laughed as we played knights and dragon for the millionth time. I roared and reared as they cowered in fear playfully. They screamed as I laughed loudly and reared again. I looked down at all of the small foals and they all reared back at me. They rushed me as I let them tackle me and playfully nip at my hair. They threw a blanket over my body and used all of their strength to hold me down. I roared as the foals pinned me down and captured the nasty Dragan the dragon. I wiggled and squirmed gentle enough for the foals to maintain their grasps. But I built up my strength and broke their grasps as the blanket began to fall off of me. I ran off to the other side of the pasture and watched them get frustrated and excited as the chase began again. I ran slower than I typically would to give them a confidence boost and make the game fun for them. It’s so fun being seen as the fun uncle. I roared and laughed as their giggles filled the field. I began to run out of breath and it seemed as if the foals’ energy was never ending. I laid down I fr the oak tree on top of the hill of the pasture. The foals soon after I laid down, arrived and stood over me. I breathed hard as the foals jumped and pranced around me. They tossed the blanket over my body and head. I didn’t even put up a fight I was so tired. I laid my head on the ground and enjoyed the darkness provided by the blanket. Soon after the foals realized the dragon was worn out, one pulled the blanket off of my face. The light began to pierce through my eyelids and I slowly opened them and sighed. “Hey kids, Dragan the Dragon is tired and needs some rest. Let’s play tomorrow okay?” They all sighed and whined. Begging me to play with them and keep being the fun uncle I usually am. I looked at their begging faces and sighed. My back ached and joints creaked and groaned. All I wanted was a restful nap for a bit. To relax and recharge. I don’t have endless energy like the youthful foals. Their pleading eyes guilted my soul into mustering up a bit more of energy to play with them for a bit longer. I groaned and sighed as they all cheered and shouted in their victory. I sprinted off into the distance then looped back around towards the mob of foals. I was dreading being tackled once again as my old rickety joints moaned and groaned in protest. The blanket draped over my back but I bucked and shook it off. The foals shouted in frustration. I laughed and roared then ran off into the distance. But not too fast so the herd of foals could keep up. Knowingly, I backed up into the corner of the pasture and let the foals drape their blanket over my body. I dropped down onto the ground and let them win. The dragon was captured and no longer a threat to their village.