Bringing Brego Home

So, this is very very very incredibly late.. BUT! It's here. I know I'm super behind in the competition, and at this point that's fine with me just as long as I dont lose my boy. I absolutely LOVE him. 
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Name: RR The BoneYard
ID: #19 fav.me/d9jy72l
Called: Brego (means Brave)
Age: 3 years
Gender: stallion
Height: will reach 15hh
Breed: Kaimanawa Mustang
Color:  Wild Bay (EE/A+a)
Personality:  This guy is cheeky. He's immature and still learning but he has no respect for people and enjoys his space. He likes to push boundaries, even if it gets him in trouble - like trying to steal older stallions' mares. Just because he's young, it won't be easy to convince him a haynet is better than freedom.
Discipline: Cross Country

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The system can be found here - None Yet

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Short Story
Beth couldn't believe it. She had been waiting for her chance to participate in the Kiamanawa Challenge for at least three years, and now she was finally going to do it. She had sent in her application as soon as they opened and crossed her fingers until the day the letter came in the mail with the response. She was accepted. Rimrock Ranch had been accepted into the challenge. She scanned the letter eagerly, then carefully set it aside and looked at the other papers enclosed. Information about their charge. The application had allowed for two picks, you're favorite, and a second favorite in case the first had already been claimed. Beth had looked each horse over carefully, finding out as much as she could about each one. In the end, she had chosen and sent them in. Her first pick had been claimed, but now, holding the papers to her very own Kiwi-Stang, as they had been affectionately dubbed in tribute to an earlier success. The young woman scanned the papers for her stallion. He was young, one of the youngest ever, if not the youngest. Everything about him sounded like a challenge. His attitude. His age. You could see just looking at him, he wasn't going to be easy to tame. Beth wasn't daunted.
Now it was time to bring him home.
She pulled into the parking lot a few days later and found a place to park among all the other competitors. The parking lot was packed with cars, and as she walked toward the still-closed gate separating her and the others from their futures, the space only got tighter. The air was thick with anticipation, and dust from the nervous horses. What seemed like hours passed, and then suddenly handlers came toward the gates from the other side. Metal clanked and squealed against itself, and then it was time. The crowd rushed forward eagerly, some, like Beth, clutching the information papers they had received tightly in their hands as they scanned the pens for their prized mustangs. Beth ignored those around her for the most part,only paying attention to them when glaring at incompetent people straying into her path. She knew right where to look for her stallion. He was number 19. He would be toward the middle, and based on his attitude, he would probably be separated for his own sake. Just as she suspected, she found him in the middle. He had been kept with a few others, but someone had managed to corner him off by himself with a few green panels. As she spotted him, Beth couldnt help but smile. He was standing near the make-shift fence, head low. His expression looked irritated. Whenever one of the others would walk toward him, his ears would go back and his tail would flick in annoyed fashion. Beth peered between the fence rails at him, watching his every move carefully. His papers were still clutched in her hand, but they were crumpled and forgotten.
"Here we go." She said softly.