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STOP IT. STOP IT. JUST. STOP. Don't you DARE go on and judge me. There is absolutely no one in the HARPG world who hasn't had a moment like this. NO ONE. Where you always tell yourself "I've got enough horses, I don't need anymore, I've got too many, no more" AND THEN you find just that super special one that makes you stop and stay up until 4 am making an adoption try I've never been so proud of something - even when you have probably no chance of winning I will literally cry. This boy... he stole my heart. And I just figured out the perfect personality for him - since he is the ruler of the fifth heaven and all



OH and don't mind the facial markings... I, kind of just had to make it up as I went alooong...

Horse Bid

Auction: Seraph Enochiari Auction 01
Horse: #6
Name: Gadriel
Name meaning: angel who rules the fifth heaven.
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Seraph Enochiari
Color: Liver chestnut

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The Lieutenant didn’t really want to be here. It wasn’t that he disliked riding other people’s horses – he really did – but there were other things he could be doing back at home.

But one couldn’t just simply disappoint Aimee. It wasn’t done. And after the first “pretty please” that escaped her mouth, he – already a pushover – gave in without a fight. The dark-haired girl had been looking forward to the auction for the Seraph Enochiaris for quite some time, and one could only imagine her disappointment when she realized her college finals were on the same day. And, like the true frontier gentleman he was, Kent told her (with more than a few reserves) that he’d be delighted to go in her stead to find a suitable horse. He hadn’t been given many instructions or expectations for the animal; no, all she wanted was the perfect horse. Well, he had thought, that couldn’t be that hard.

But now that he was at FAS, the task proved more difficult. It wasn’t that the horses didn’t meet the expectations of his employer, quite the contrary. These horses seemed too perfect. Their beautifully arched necks and flowing gaits made them, well, angelic. And the Lieutenant knew better than anyone not to trust a seemingly angelic horse.

By the time hip 6 was being trotted out, Kent’s eyelids were beginning to droop. But a squeal from the arena made him lift his head. An absolutely gorgeous liver chestnut stallion was paused at the gate, ears pinned and teeth bared at the other horse that was leaving the arena in front of him. Tail wringing and head bobbing, the stallion made the other horse skitter sideways to avoid his hooves. He watched the frightened animal trot along behind its groom back toward the barn with critical eyes. It wasn’t until the opponent was out of sight did the stallion lifted his head gracefully and prick his ears, floating into the arena with the familiar angelic air, as though nothing had happened.

But Kent had seen it; he had seen it all too clearly. It was that little demonic spark inside the stallion – how a true horse should be! If any of these animals were going back to AVRRA, it was going to be that one.

Of course, once it was time for the test drive, Kent was hesitant. As he mounted up, he didn’t see any sign of that crucial spark which had ignited in the stallion earlier in the day. The horse – whose name was Gadriel – was perfectly placid and serene. He had impeccable ground manners, and stayed perfectly still as he mounted. As soon as the Lieutenant touched the reins, Gadriel tucked his head into a perfect collected arch. With even the slightest touch, the stallion was moving at a brisk working pace, speeding up and slowing down with the slightest of cues and with just the right magnitude. Side passes, easy. Lead changes, no problem. Pirouette, like a pro. He seemed to expect what he wanted even before he knew it. Kent pulled him to a stop – without even using the reins – and readjusted his hat with a heavy breath. This horse could just do no wrong.

Suddenly, the stallion’s head was up, nearly knocking the Lieutenant in the face with the back of his head. The horse’s entire body was tense and directed at the opening to the arena. It was another rider coming in, about to take a trial ride on another of the horses. Was it just his eyes playing tricks, or was the other horse hesitant to come into the arena?

Without warning, Gadriel’s forefeet were off the ground, and that beautiful collected neck was arched in an inexplicable rage. It was all Kent could do to hang on as the stallion pawed the air. With all the forces of heaven, the stallion steeled his chest and charged forward with thundering hooves at the other horse, ears flat against his head and teeth flashing. It took a few strides but Kent managed to gather the reins and wrench the animals head sideways. Gadriel’s ears flew forward in surprise and he stumbled a few steps as his rider forced him into a circle. But in an instant, the stallion was fighting again, yanking at the bit hopping about in place. It wasn’t until the other horse and rider quickly retreated out of the arena (and as far away as possible from the crazy duo) did Gadriel settle down and listen, his flanks sweaty and chest heaving.

The Lieutenant gently pulled him to a halt and removed his hat. He let out a relieved sigh and wiped his brow; it was cold outside, but he was sweating! He patted the horse’s rump as Gadriel lowered his head and shook his braided mane. “So you’re the spoiled prince, huh? The angel on the brink of falling from heaven?” he grinned with exhaustion, “No one comes near your throne.”

Gadriel snorted.

Kent urged the horse forward and they walked toward the exit. “Well,” he said, “I suppose you fit the bill; you’re the perfect horse.”

Gadriel flicked his ears back with bored disdain, as though to say, “You expected anything else?”



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