Jay
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Show Name: Reasoning With Thunder
Barn Name: Jay
Color: Blue Roan Tobiano
Gender: stallion
Height: 15.0hh
Age: 3 years old
Parents: foundation
Personality: Flirt | Cool | Loyal | Extrovert
He is extroverted and likes to be friends with everyone. He's very friendly. Jay likes to to flirt with fiery Venetia, intriguing Elysia, and sometimes flirt with silly Lucky. Jay has that coolness about him that draws others in and would intrigue them. It would take him a while to settle down with just any mare but when he does, he will be the most loyal and most attentive mate ever. He will be very caring and sometimes overly caring.
Friends: Vexer is his wingman and his best friend. They are great friends
Mate: Orleans
Lineage: [url]lineage link[/url]
Offspring:
•with mate for me
•with mate for me
•with mate for Sandy Hoofprints
•with mate for Sandy Hoofprints
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Permission Quote:
Sandy Hoofprints wrote:I, Sandy Hoofprints, give the absolutely amazing aray17 permission to breed Orleans with her lovely mate Jay twice cx
Story: It was race day and I was pumped. My friends and I were going to race to impress the cutest girls. Wilder’s crush was going to be there and he was the worst when it came to flirting with girls. Every time a girl came remotely close to him, he would become spastic and his speech would become scattered and choppy. As his wingman, it was my responsibility to build his confidence and improve his flirting game with the ladies. I pulled reluctant Wilder out of his stall to the far pasture to practice how to talk to a girl. Hour after hour in the heat of the sun, we practiced. I could not let my friend fail this time. Every race I try to set him up with this sleek and sultry white foal. She’s the fastest foal and the quietest out of all on the ranch. She’s very illusive so catching a moment with her is rare. As the sun set, we slowly walked back to the stalls to rest up before our race tonight. Wilder said “Jay, do you really think this will all work? I don’t know. I don’t know if I can race tonight. My stomach really hurts and I feel sick.” I lightly laughed and said “Come on dude. You have to man up and talk to this girl. Let her win the race but you win her heart.” He smiled and said “Alright, I’ll try my best.” As we hung out in the cool shade of the stalls, Wilder complained about his stomach again and again. We tried drinking water and eating a bit to try to make the pain go away but nothing was working. Finally it was time to race and my nerves and excitement grew by the second. Wilder’s upset stomach only got worse. As we walked on the banks of the lake, the water glistened in the moonlight. It was a full moon and the moonlight lit up the flat track. Slowly, foals and colts started to appear from the bushes. Wilder and I were the first to arrive and eagerly awaited the foals and Wilder’s mystery crush. Wilder stood off by himself and I could tell his anxiety was racing through his blood. The boys and I stood off to the side of the track as I looked anxiously at Wilder. His crush still hadn’t shown up and he was pacing back and forth far away from the track. I ran over to him to talk and calm his nerves. Wilder started talking gibberish as he breaths became faster and shallower. “Hey hey hey Wilder. You’re going to be okay. She hasn’t even shown up and probably won’t. Just forget shoutout her. You’ll be okay I promise. Just focus on the race.” I brought Wilder to our friend group and everyone stared at him. He looked down at the ground. The foals race group soon was off and running. Still no sign of Wilder’s crush. It was finally our turn to race and we all lined up at the start line. Wilder stood right next to me and took a deep breath in. He looked calm and focused. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her. The tall white foal was running to join us. She squeezed in between Wilder and I and said “Girls can race too. Count me in.” Wilder gulped and I scoffed. The officiant said “Racers, to your marks. Get set. Go!” And just as the officiant said go, I heard Wilder rip a loud and potent fart. Everyone’s heads turned and stared at Wilder. His jaw dropped and eyes got huge. The white foal started laughing loud at him and so did everyone else. At first I wanted to laugh because it’s always funny when one of the colts fart. It was a loud one too. Wilder ran off into the deep cattails. I looked at our friends as they all were laughing at him. I shook my head at them and ran off after him. Wilder was sobbing as he laid on the ground surrounded by the croaking frogs and toads and cattails. I laid down next to him and we stayed there for hours. I sat there in silence thinking to myself what I could do or say. Wilder fell asleep and I woke him up to take him back to our stalls. All I could muster up was “I’m sorry. People are just immature.” He didn’t say anything and we both went back into our stalls to fall asleep and forget about the horribly embarrassing toot.