Fidelo/./Dressage is a way of life\.\

[[k]ute <3]

Owner's Name : Taylor Daquiri
Show Name :Fidelo's Own Dance
Stable Name : Fred, Fidelo, Lo
Age : Ten
Gender: Stallion
Years of training : Eight
Breed : Belgian Warmblood
Coloring : Dapple Grey
Disciplines : Dressage Horse, To unwind he does trail riding
Personality: Fidelo is a crowd pleaser. To him, there is nothing like the hush of a crowd when he goes out and dances for them. That is when he truly preforms. Dressage is his favorite sport, hands down. The adreniline rush he receives when he finishes that piaffe is amazing, ther is no feeling like it. Although, he is calm enough to go and enjoy the scenic route while trail riding, too.

For a stallion, his temperment is remarkable. The bond he cherishes with Taylor is gazed upon with envy from others. Unfortunately, he will permit no others to ride him, afraid that they will treat him badly. He trusts Taylor, but is a nuisance to all others.

Outside of the dressage pen, and inside his stall, Fidelo resembles a large dog. Trotting up to you when you hold a carrot out for him in the door of his stall, or when he lips at your hair as you walk by. Mucking his stall can be quite annoying too, as he tries to take the rake from your hand. If you really know him, though, you'll know that the only reason why he's being so ornery is for the attention. As he is an attention hog. But, he is a true sweet heart, willing to try anything you ask him to do, as long as you ask in the right way.<3.


History: "He's a jumper!He was born with the talent, Can't you fools see?" the trainer roared as Fidelo was forced over another cavaletti. The truth was, at the tender age of one and a half, you could say a horse was born for anything. The incredibly daft owners fell for the trainers misnomer, and before they knew it, they had a lame two year old. From there, they decided to send them to the slaughter house..and sue the trainer for all that he was worth. The trainer got away under a fake name, and Fidelo was still destined for a cruel ending to his short-tortured life. Taylor was a mere eleven then, but she still had a sense of justice, and when the stable that she rode at put the yearling she had become familiar with, she begged and pleaded with her adoptive parents to buy him, as a gift. And they did. Ever since then, Taylor has recalled any jumping, no matter what, and found her perfect dressage horse.[/font]

[//Kitteh.]

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