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 Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 7:04 am
the quest for gin.t h e a p p e n d i x q h .
A quest for a very special mare in my life.
c o n t e n t s.
1. opener.
2. reasons.
3. form.
4. progress.
5. donators.
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 7:05 am
the quest for gin.
t h e r e a s o n s.
a b o u t t h e h o r s e.
In early January of '06, I was a very happy girl in her freshman year at high school, with friends galore and a social life to die for. We were living in south Florida, in a city I had lived in and right next to my entire life. That little section of the world was all I knew of, and all I cared to know of. A good portion of my family lived within a half hour of my house, all my friends were close enough for a bike ride... Life was good. For the Christmas vacation of '05, my family and I had gone to a mountain town in North Carolina, as my mom had a job interview. I shrugged it off at the time, positive I would forever stay in my cherished city. Come middle of January, however, things changed radically. My parents told me we were moving to that little hic town in the middle of no where, away from the suburb of Ft. Lauderdale, right next to Maimi. my life as I knew it was completely and totally over.
I had been given, baisically, a two weeks notice. From the time I was told, I had about two and a half weeks to pack up my life and make a new one. When I arrived in North Carolina, I locked myself in the bathroom, took a hot bath and cried for two hours. Even though I am really young, age sixteen, I can say that it was the saddest experiance I've ever had to endure in my life. The culture differences between my old home and new were enough to make me sick, and I didn't even have my Floridians to complain to, as I had left on none too kind terms. (They were pissed, I was upset... That causes fights.) It took until mid-February for me to find any happiness at all in this ahrsh mountain region. She came to me in the form of a Appendix QH mare, who had, ironically, been born in Florida. She was owned by one of the best men I know. He's horse smart as anyone can be, and has helped me a lot with my mare since we bought her.
My first encounter with Ginger was in a dusty stall, surrounded by flies and with the strong smell of manure. It was not a dream meeting, not the way I would ever have thought I would fall in love with such a powerful creature. I was still bitter then, and glared at the mare in her dull winter coat. I wanted a stunning horse, a dappled grey, a dressage champion that would bring me to victory in the show ring. But there, right in front of me, was your average bay trail horse, a star that lacked luster. Later on I had learned she had been a show champ in her much younger years, which is ironic, as she is still quite young. When I was tacking her up for my first ride, she turned right round and nipped my hand. I got angry real fast, and the man mentioned before stepped in to tighten the girt for me. She was a tough girl to mount, just over 16 hh, and needing a leg up was not a plus side for me. I wanted a short horse, a Highland Pony or a Fjord, one I could do everything with myself. I didn't want help. I thought I didn't need it.
To understand what happened next, you need to know about Snickers. When I lived in Florida, I took riding lessons from age thirteen to nearly fifteen. I quit due to a witch of a barn owner and the fact that the place was being sold to be demolished. It was really sad, actually, as last I heard they built an office building in its place. Back to the story, though. I had the saturday morning riding lesson bracket, a time when mostly little kids were about. Snickers was a stubburn thoroughbred gelding, and I was the only one who could handle him, so I was always stuck with him. He bit me, tried to get me off his back, didn't listen, and complained, but I loved it. One day, while we were cantering around the ring, I asked him for a trot. He, very surprisingly, took the lead and slowed down. At that moment, I lost my stirrup. It was okay, I could handle it. But he couldn't. I suppose it was my shock at the sudden loss of support that sent Snickers off, as horses can sense our emotions more than a lot of people know. He cantered wildly around the ring, and I was taken off gaurd that I started loosing my balance. I fell, of course, as I had fallen a few times before, but this time was worse than I can probablly ever do again. The way in which I hit the fence to my left herniated a disk in my spine. I practically bounced off the chain link and swung out in front og the gelding, who, by some miracle, was able to stop withonly delivering a sharp blow to my shin. The doctors told me, nearly a year later, that th enerve damage that seemed to pop up out of no where was due to the combination of the disk and the kick. My peronial nerve in my right leg, you see, is damaged, and most probablly will be for life. The peronial nerve swings out in front of your leg, where Snicker's hoof collided with me. It also happens to run up to the very disk I've injured. Tough luck for me.
Back to February, 2006. Ginger was working well, I later found out only because her daddy was around, and when I asked her for a canter, I spazzed. I think it was due to that fear of falling plus her wacky canter. (She canters backwards, almost, where her hind legs have the left lead and her front has the right.) The combination made me loose my grip, on the reins, and I was slung around on her back like a rag doll. I grabbed on to her mane for dear life and whispered stop, and for some reason, she did. She went to a trot almost immediatley, and then to a nice slow walk. I was pale and sweating, but the thing that got me was that she had stopped. I hadn't pulled on the reins. The most I probablly did was stupidly squeezed with my legs, which would, in most situations, cause the horse to only go faster. But for some reason, this mare stopped. I like to think it was because of my sudden panic that she picked up that something was wrong, but I could be way off.
When I had gone around the ring a few more times, I dismounted, told the man I would think about it, and we left. With in a week, she was mine, for the incredible price of one thousand dollars. We moved her to a stable that I would later grow to hate, but you don't need to know that story. When she got out to the stable, she turned into the mare from hell. It was torture. I was hurt, confused and very angry. until the day I got off the bus, walked to the stable, and saw her head poking out, watching me. She hadn't done that ever, and she nickered, as if to say, "Get me some of those yummy mints, kay?" And I did. It was a struggle form there, but now Ginger completely trusts me. When I first got her, it was a sturggle to get a bridle on her, and even worse to hoof pick. She was slightly head shy and hated to be bothered, but now I can even grab her ear and play with it without her caring.
Ginger brought something to me in a time when I needed it most. I can't imagine what I'd be like right now if it hadn't been for her. With all of the drugs around this area, I probablly would've fallen into that loop. She, however, has saved me from it, and I am forever in her debt for it. Though it is not even close to paying her back, I'd like to get a Soquili to honor her in all her stubborn glory. Thank you for reading.
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 7:06 am
the quest for gin.t h e f o r m.
concept pic to go here whenever i make one
.:Regular Soquili:.
Colorist wanted: Anyone would be fine. :3
Name of horse: Ginger
Owner: katersaur
Gender: Mare
Temper (one word for horse's personality): Independent
Breed: Appendix QH
Description: Chocolate brown eyes, black, braided hair. White snip and star. Black legs.
Reference Image(s): 1 - 2 - 3 - 4. More to come.
Which stage you want them to start as?: Adult
Default accessory color(s)?: Pink. :]
Tag Frame color: undecided
Tag Feather color: undecided
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 7:06 am
the quest for gin.p r o g r e s s.
g i n g e r.
pure
117k out of 500k.
items
 
 
estimated total ~ 211k. 8D [3/18]
updated every 1k or so & every new item received. :3
w a y s t o m a k e g o l d.
Most of the pure I make right now, I'm investing in letters. ^^ if you have a letter, I'd GREATLY appreciate it. x)
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 7:07 am
the quest for gin.
d o n a t o r s.
Donators are extremely loved. :] Even the smallest amount of gold goes a long way. (Due to any donation being amazing, I'm not going to add extra 3's to your heart if you donate more than others. xD Sorries. I love you all!)
Note ~ If you happen to feel the urge to donate a letter instead of pure... FOLLOW THE URGE. x) Art donations are also completely amazing. <33
t h e l o v i e s.
Lisirra -- 5k. <3
Skyefenyx -- 13k. <3
Crowfoot -- 3k. <3
Tomoyo Cheres -- 5.5k. <3
Potato Lord -- 30k <3
Iris -- 10k. <3
Saffy -- ORLY? hat. <3
Celeanor -- Prism Butterfly Mantilla. <3
Questline -- 1k. <3
Dusty -- 50k. <3
Y'all are so flipplin' awesome. I really wasn't expecting this. Thanks so much. ;~; <333
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Posted: Fri Dec 08, 2006 8:01 am
the quest for gin.l i n k s i n a n d o u t.
l i n k i n
If you wouldn't mind picking up this banner and linking to me, it'd be great. :3 You can do so on your own quest, too. ^^ Please, save this banner to your own server. If you can't, oh well, but it'd be super kind of you. :3
l i n k o u t
If you have a Soquili quest of your own and would like a banner of yours on here, I'd be happy to put it up. <3 All I ask is that you do the same for me.
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Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 11:49 pm
The story of you getting Ginger made me get all teary. ;A; I'm so happy for you that you have such a loving mare. You have an amazing amount of patience to have worked with her so long to gain her trust.
Snickers sounds like a horse I was trained on when I was younger. She was a nearly all white paint with blue eyes. Really beautiful and SUCH a pain in the a**. But I loved her. Only one other girl in the stables really got along with her like I did. It was such a nice feeling to make a connection with a horse like that.
Wonderful story, I really hope you can get your dream Soquili. <3
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Posted: Fri Dec 15, 2006 7:25 pm
Thank you. :] I didn't mean to make anyone teary. o__o;; I just told it like it was. And thanks for being happy for me. <3
Yeah, Snicks was a pain in the a** all right. But I loved him. x) And it wasn't his fault I fell. It was mine. I should've been more ready for something like that. -nod-
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 6:46 am
Wow, I feel for you. I know what it's like to have to uproot your whole life and move somewhere totally different. I lived in Texas for about six years - 3 different towns in those 6 years. But halfway through my fourth grade year at a school I loved, we moved to Alabama - I was scared to death, and furious, because I had this picture in my head of Alabama: no electricity, no running water, people running around barefoot and poor. lol.
Anyway, the point is, I sympathatize. I've always wanted a horse, but I've only ever been near one about three times. ^^ & I wanna help you if I can.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 6:53 am
Thank you so much. <3 :] Yeah, moving is tough. I learned after a while, though, that you can't sit around and mope about it for the rest of forever. You gotta take what you're given and move on. Took me a while to get that lesson learned, though. And I'm sorry you haven't been near horses a lot. I hope someday you are. <3
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Posted: Tue Jan 02, 2007 10:20 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 7:20 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 10, 2007 7:28 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 24, 2007 3:51 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 07, 2007 8:42 am
If I knew you better, I would hug you. As I don't, a mere outstreching of affection will have to do. I understand the pain of moving and leaving all your friends, as my father is in the military. But to have a friend and companion like Ginger would have been amazing. I hope you are able to complete this quest, because you now have me routing for you! *waves the Ginger flag* mrgreen
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