[c]Believe It Or Not[/c]

The man led the stallion into the arena. He was dark bay, and quite tall and elegant. His muscles bunched under his dark chocolate coat as he pranced while the stable hand led him across the arena. His white hooves sliced the sand, two even white socks on his back leg emphasizing them. He calmed quickly, walking gracefully and peering around at the surrounding people, showing off the thin blaze running down his nose.

[c]Runnin' In The Rain[/c]

Another hand brought in another stallion. His red coat shone in the light as he skipped a little, bobbing his head excitedly. He had a broad white stripe down his nose, and no socks. His eyes danced as he flicked his tail, still bouncing around as the stablehand stopped. Around the same height as the other, if not a little taller, and just as packed with thick muscle under sleek and elegant coat. He pawed with one of his grey hooves, bobbing his head again.

The two were for sale, under one condition; they had to stay together. They were foaled the same weekend, were weaned together, trained together, and even broke the fence between their stable yards so they could graze together. They were best friends, and to seperate them was disastrous. Both race horses would go together, or not go at all. That was the deal.

A hand shot up. These horses were hers, she would make sure of it.

Sara walked down, She had to get her best friend Macy a gift, she would get these horses no mater what.. Another hand shot up.

The announcer started babbling numbers. 20,000 for the pair. They snorted, Bo pulling his man to shift closer to Red, who was snorting at the loudspeaker uneasily. Now 21,000 as the second hand shot up.

A competetor... Yay, Blade just loved compititions. Well, with the lottery they had won, even though with a prize as small as it had, she would be sure to squeeze as much out of it as she could.

The Auctioneer continued to babble, up to 23,000 now.

(Haha..bringing JB)

Another hand shot up..it was Justin.He never had a horse or horseS but, he knew how to care for one.

The auctioneer raised the price another thousand, not surprised. These horses were proffesionally broken, trained, and had been in a few races, always atleast placing. Red pranced a little, getting impatient, his bay coat shining. Bo snorted, pricking his ears and looking around the arena, chewing once on his bit.

Sara kept shooting her hand up..

As the price went up, the auctioneer slowed down. A few times, other people put bids in, but other than that, it was between the three.

Blayde turned as her hand shot up reflexivley. Was that... Justin Beiber?? She moved her way to the crowd. She had to get a better look.

he raised his hand higher, or at least tried to raise it higher.

Higher, higher, higher. No matter what, the daughter of Ares would not go diwn without a fight. Even if her compitition was Justin, the Justin. She leaned just over on her perch of one of the bleachers avove him, and felt herself falling toward him.

The auctioneer kept up with the hands. 27000, and on.

(Lol...he might be a little sad if he doesn't win but he will congratulate whoever won..)

He kept his hand raised, he didn't really notice Blayde.Yet.He pushed his way through, the crowd who stared at him.He got to the front, which was all cleared out.He kept his hand raised higher, his arm wasn't that long so basicaly he had to either stand on his tiptoes or hop up and down.