Spirit of his Ancestors : FIRST PLACE

UPDATE: BREE BROUGHT HOME FIRST PLACE!!!

GF Brynmawr Bin Shezan being shown by Vivian Morgan in Juvenile Arabian Halter at *CubanacanWarmbloods' Cubanacan Winter Fair.
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Vivian woke up late on the first day of the show at Cubanacan Stables. She rolled onto her side and reached out blindly in the darkness for her iPhone. Her fingers brushed clumsily across the top of the nightstand, knocking against the lamp and then -CLUNK-
"Shit," Vivian muttered as she rolled her torso over the edge of the bed and felt around on the carpeting. Vivian's bedroom door creaked and golden light flooded in across the floor in an ever-growing triangle. Panicking, Vivian tried to scramble back onto the bed, but ended up stripping the bed of it's sheets and toppling into a heap on the ground.

"What the hell are you doing?" a thick Scottish accent called out.
"What the fuck are you doing in my room?" Vivian hissed, getting to her feet.
"Doing you a favor, and getting you up before you miss the halter class," Desmond replied, eying Vi in her spaghetti strap shirt and shorts. "I don't think that is appropriate attire for the ring."
"Desmond! You son of a-" Vivian's curse was cut off as Desmond stepped out and slammed the door behind him. Just in time too, as a tremendous crash shook the door. He didn't wait to find out what property of Cubanacan she has just destroyed and exited Vivian's quarters.

Vivian stepped around the shattered remains of the lamp as she made er way out of the room and towards the bathroom. She showered very quickly and slipped into her tan breeches with her white Oxford. Pulling her hair back into the tightest bun she could manage, she pulled on her jacket and rushed out to the barn.

Vivian jogged down the barn aisle, scooting past horse's and riders who were bustling back and forth with tack, hay, and water. She skidded in the straw on the aisle as she came to Bree's stall. Her heart started pounding when she looked in. It was empty.

5 minutes until the class started. Vivian was too panicked to curse as she bolted towards the arena. She needed to tell someone that her horse was missing.

Vivian was flushed and out of breath by the time she got to the indoor arena. She leaned against the arena railing to catch her breath when someone grabbed her shoulder. She whipped around and scowled. Desmond stood behind, beaming, and looking quite happy with himself.

"I figured you wouldn't have time, so I-" he began. But he was cut short as Vi swung her fist and slammed it into the side of his jaw.
"What the hell, woman?!" he blurted after spitting out a glob of bloody saliva.
"Don't you EVER come into my bedroom EVER again!" Vivian growled in his face.
"I'm sorry," Desmond replied honestly. "But I didn't think you wanted to miss your class with Bree. So I got him ready for you." Desmond stepped aside so Vi could see Bree who had been standing behind the Scotsman.

The Arabian stallion was looking at an Arabian mare standing several yards away, but he was alert and his nostrils flared with desire. His coat was brushed vigorously down to utter glossiness, and his mane and tail were combed and conditioned to silk. Vi's breath caught for a millisecond in her throat as the stallion turned his attention to her, and his forelock draped over one greased eye. His small muzzle was greased to shiny black perfection which caused his snip to stand out beautifully.

"You don't have to thank me," Desmond said. "I owed you one. Big time."
'Well shit," Vivian thought. 'That's the understatement of the year.' But she didn't say that, instead she just nodded and let it go. Desmond offered her her number for the class which she accepted silently and slipped into her armband. Vivian took the lead rope from Desmond when he held it out to her. Perfect timing. All entrants in the Juvenile Arabian Halter class were called into the ring. Vivian took a deep breath and looked up at Bree who wasn't at all focused on her.
"Let's do this thing," she told the stallion. Vivian lead the high-strung Arabian towards the entrance of the ring.
"Hey! Vi!" Desmond called after her. She paused and looked back. "I'm rooting for ya." Vi smiled, nodded, and then entered the ring.

As Vivian hopped forward into a fast jog and Bree leaped forward and surged ahead of her, she rushed to keep up with the colt's massive stride. Although her eyes were glued on Bree, her mind was still back on what Desmond had said. He was rooting for her. Did he mean here? Now? Or did it have more meaning than that? Knowing Desmond, it was probably deeper. Vivian found herself to be running as she tried to stay in step with Bree who had raised his head up straight and was arching at the pole. He looked stunning, but he wasn't paying any attention to her. Vivian had to verbally tell him "woah" in order to get him to easy down into a walk, which he did with a toss of his head and an obnoxious snort. He glanced down at Vivian as if to say, "I'd do far better if I didn't have to drag you around."

Bree stood like a statue in line up and only moved when the judge approached. Then he had snorted and tossed his head, flopping his forelock over his left eye. His ears flicked back and forth constantly, and his nostrils were perpetually flared.
"Why do you have to be such a stud?" Vi murmured as the judged moved on to the next horse. After inspections the horses were left to trot off one by one and make a final circle. As Vivian turned to trot Bree forward, he spooked at a piece of paper that the judge had accidentally dropped. As it fluttered into the sand, Bree shied and reared up and bit before knocking into Vi who was unaware of his spectacle. She pulled him forward into the trot, and he soon forgot about the piece of paper. Vivian hoped that his shenanigans and high-strung, wild-eyed appearance hadn't turned away the judge. They'd just have to wait and see.
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Okay... Okay... THE SHADING ON THIS TOOK ME TWO DAYS. Oh.My.Gosh. This picture was done painstakingly slowly as I reffed back and forth and back and forth for the lighting from the picture I also used for the pose. I used this (By *Chunga-Stock) as a reference for the pose and then for the shading as well. I wish I had the time to put this much shading detail into everything I draw, but I'm afraid that that might kill me. xD LMAO But I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I do!

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Bree, Sladka, Vivian, and Desmond © Me, =walktrotcanter7