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Name: Millions
Show Name: One in a Million
Race Name: Golden Chance
Why The Name/s: My horse was one in a million, and this girl looks exactly like him. The race name comes from her bright and bold coat, and is also linked to her theme song.
Theme Song: Golden - The Vamps
Gender: Mare
Breed: Thoroughbred - 100%
Discipline: Ex-Racer, now semi retired at WWS, being ridden by Aria on the trails every now and then, and occasionally being ridden by younger riders.
Age: 7
Height: 16.1hh
Color: Chestnut
Personality: Million can't be phased by much. She's a sweet mare, but still holds her ground. She is caring, and considerate, no one gets left behind. She loves knowing many horses. She's not a social butterfly, but loves being well known.
History:Where we come from is who we are.
Million was born on a stud farm, racing in her blood, and in her environment.Sometimes you must work hard and fail, but you must not give up hope, because failure is what grows up.
When she was 3, Million's career took a nasty turn as she was just not fast enough to keep up with the other horses. Million was meant to earn practically 'millions', but she didn't which is generally what happens in the racing industry.To win you must lose first.
Million lost, but her life was turned around when she was sold to WWS, where she would be semi retired.Patience brings happiness.
Million was patient, and in return, she was put out for a spell for six months.Spreading happiness is key.
Million was then put back into light exercise, being ridden by young and inexperienced riders due to her calm personality.Make the most of every day.
Million is beginning to make the most of every day, making new friends and helping young riders to succeed.
Story: My lungs burned as my eyes flickered open for the first time. I could feel my mothers's tongue licking me clean and encouraging me to take my first breath. I was in a bit of shock, and had no idea what had just happened. My mother nudged me, urging me to stand up. My legs were shaking and hard to control as I stood up and flopped back down. My mother kept encouraging me to stand up, and as I finally managed to stand, I went to nurse from her.
When I was older, I was halter trained. My owners put me in a yard without my mother, and I was scared, but I knew that nothing bad would happen to me. I shook a little as a halter was placed on my head carefully, and a rope was tied to it. I pulled on the rope and shook my head to try and remove the halter, but it didn't work. I waited as the human tied the rope to a post, making it impossible to pull away. I stood there for a good 20 minutes, until my owners were certain they had me used to it. They then untied me, but put a rope around my hindquarters, tied it above my back and put it through my halter. They walked on, pulling on the collar and the rope. For some reason, I wasn't scared. Maybe it was because my mother was in the pen right next to me. I caught onto leading quite quickly, and within days, I was leading obediently besides my owners. They seemed to take a liking to me, maybe because I was so willing to learn.
After a long time of handling practice, and adjusting to normal life, my owners began to train me under the saddle. They let me inspect the flappy saddle cloth that they put on my back. But from that point on, my owners meant business. There was no more messing around in the racing industry. I had the saddle put straight on my back, and the girth was tightened enough to keep the saddle on. I was terrified by the thing that was on me, and I bucked, running around the yard. The trainers just let me get everything out, and when I can back to a halt, they tightened the girth up as tight as it would go, and I freaked out. It was terrible, but in the racing industry, the horses have to suck it up and keep going. When I had calmed down, they put my bridle on. But what shocked me the most, was that someone got on my back. It was hard, but I tried not to fuss. The rider was in shock, as I stood still. They gave me a sharp kick and I pigrooted, throwing them off. That will show them.
Months later, I stood next to all of the agitated horses in the start line. I could feel my rider fidget, planting their feet in the stirrups. They stood up in 2 point as they prepared the gates. My chest was full of adrenaline as they called the start.
'Ready... GO!'
My heart jumped as my rider gave me a sharp kick as I burst off into a gallop, my whole body working arduously to propel myself across the turf. I was in a good spot, ready to overtake for a spot at the front of the pack. My lungs burned as I sucked in fresh gaspsof air. Sweat trickled through my coat as I thundered past the third and second horse, nearing the leader. My skin stung as my rider slapped me with the whip repeatedly. I thundered forward still, my muscles aching. My nose stretched past the leader's, and my rider urged me forward again. Relief washed over me as I reached the finish line, my rider pulling me back. I heaved, as waves of exhaustion fell over me. The race wasn't as fun as I thought. But we won. It was my first win, and my last win.
My next race, I just couldn't keep up with. I came eighth, and things kept getting worse. Tenth, Eleventh, Seventeenth. So, my owners put me in the sale ring.
It was terrifying to have to trot around the small ring, with many eyes watching. It seemed like forever until I was lead out of the ring. A woman walked up to me, and took my lead from my old trainer. She talked with him for a while, then stroked my neck softly. She led me to a large trailer, with the writing 'Willow Wood Stables' clearly marked on the side. As I chewed some sweet lucerne hay on the drive to my new home, I knew things would start to get better.
I was put out for six beautiful months of rest, and I met new friends in the WWS paddock. I got to know all the horses, and I was happy. I was then brought in to work. Aria talked to me quietly, whispering in my ear. 'There will be a young girl riding you every now and then. Please take care of her.'
Those words meant something to me. Someone to love me. Two people to love me. And I can pass the love through to someone else. Things were definitely better.
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What I would do with her: I would definitely breed her with my future custom. I would also make lots of art of her, and write stories to go on my CWHR page. She is so perfect, I would just love her to bits. She is everything perfect.
Other: OMG Teresa she looks like my previous boy but in a female form! Eek I love her!
Congrats!
