[~Beautiful Voices~]

Username: ~Beautiful Voices~
Show Name: Destined To Dream
Barn Name: Dreamer
Breed: Andalusian
Age: 5 years
Gender: Mare
Color: Fleabitten Grey
Personality: WIP
Other: I love her!


WIP (will try out for foal as well)

[UnicornTamer]

I'm trying out for both.

MARE

Username: UnicornTamer
Show Name: Crystals & Beyond
Barn Name: Blythe
Breed: Andalusian
Age: three years
Gender: Mare
Color: Fleabitten Grey
Personality: Blythe is very curious, as young mares come, but she frightens easily. She knows she has this problem, though, and knows how to cope! Blythe takes everything slow and carefully and always fully examines something before touching it. If she is about to go somewhere she doesn't know, she'll first look at it from afar, and if she deems it safe, will approach with caution. If she doesn't like the look of it, or the smells start getting fishy, she'll back away before she really gets scared. Because of this, Blythe makes a very good watchhorse and danger-sensor. She won't even let herself be put to a stallion before fully checking him out! Blythe also doesn't like any other animals except for cats, which she will even allow to rest on her back. She does like small children, though, and trusts them more than adults. Sugar cubes are her favorite treat and her favorite pastimes are massages and taking long, peaceful walks.
Other: I love Andalusians; they are one of my favorite breeds. The ranch I work at has an Andalusian. His name is Jerez. The mare that is usually bred with him looks just like this mare, only she isn't an Andalusian. Her name is Melanie and she's had four foals. Their names are Lilette, Suspiro, Placido Domingo, and Othello. They all started off dark like this one's foal, but are lightening as they grow.


FOAL

Gil-galad was an Elven-king.
Of him the harpers sadly sing:
The last whose realm was fair and free
Between the mountains and the sea.

His sword was long, his lance was keen.
His shining helm afar was seen.
The countless stars of heaven's field
Were mirrored in his silver shield.

But long ago he rode away,
And where he dwelleth none can say.
For into darkness fell his star;
In Mordor, where the shadows are.

Username: UnicornTamer
Show Name: Fallen Star
Barn Name: Ereinion (say: air-EY(like hey) -nee-on)
Breed: Andalusian
Age: two months
Gender: Colt (Stallion)
Color: Black (Will turn Fleabitten Grey once adult)
Personality: Ereinion is curious like his mother, but practically nothing frightens him! In fact, his mother's shyness made it really easy to wean him from her - he couldn't wait to get away from his scardy-horse dam! His curiosity gets him into a lot of trouble, however. How many times has he gotten his sensitive nose stuck full of stickers or got himself covered in skunk stench?
Other: Ereinion is a another name from The Silmarillion. It means 'Scion of Kings'. He was the son of Fingon, high king of Noldorin Elves. His better known name is Gil-galad, which means 'Star of Radiance'. He was killed in the Last Alliance of men and elves by Sauron.

[orse]

Ｉ ｗａｓ ｗａｌｋｉｎｇ ａｗａｙ,






Ｂｕｔ ｓｈｅ'ｓ ｓｏ ｂｅａｕｔｉｆｕｌ ｉｔ ｍａｄｅ ｍｅ ｓｔａｙ..








Ｉ ｄｏｎ'ｔ ｋｎｏｗ ｈｅｒ ｎａｍｅ,






Ｂｕｔ Ｉ'ｍ ｈｏｐｉｎｇ ｓｈｅ ｍｉｇｈｔ ｆｅｅｌ ｔｈｅ ｓａｍｅ..



Username: {h o r s e}

Show Name: Biting the Bullet

Barn Name: Bullet

Breed: Andalusian

Age: 5

Gender: Mare

Color: Fleabitten Grey




Personality: Bullet is definitely a firecracker, always full of energy. She can be quite daring, which is why she is affectionately named Biting the Bullet. She dares to.. well, dare. She's never afraid. I mean, she has her fears, but never boasts. She is reliable, and dependable, and many of her friends appreciate her bravery. She always sticks up for others, and she is trustworthy and social. She is wild at heart hence her theme song.

History: She was never wild, but Bullet born out of a wild mare, who was caught and broken in when she was pregnant with her. It's in her blood. She has the blood of a wild Andalusian, and it is thought that her blood traces back to when Andalusian were released into the wild. She was trained and loved, and when she gave birth to her new foal, her owners were forced to surrender her due to financial problems. Aria Brennan of WWS is interested in adopting her.

Art:

Story:
Rose was born wild, the best you could see, spirited and wild. Her hide was untouched by man, roaming free in the southern tablelands of Australia. Her hide was untouched by man. She was with foal, to the most powerful stallion in the area, but little did she know the future that awaited her. As summer was creeping around the corner, the sound of shod horses and stock whips rung through the air as the stock men came to their huts. Their aim was to capture as many wild horses as possible. The horse's aim, however was to stay alive.

Rose was captured in a terrible roundup, where she was singled out for her Andalusian build and her desirable coat. The rest of her herd was rounded up into a pen, but Rose herself was put into a small yard. The tall mare had a rope tied around her neck. She reared in surprise as the men gained control of her, slamming down on her back. They held on tight as they were thrown around on her back. The mare's spirit was defeated, but not her foal's.

When bullet was born, she was inseparable from her mother. The men could not reach the mare without a wild flurrrying frenzy of hooves and teeth. They tried to tame the filly, but she was inseparable.

'They are wasting our time and money.'
'Just surrender em.'

Bullet and Rose were surrendered to CWHR. As training is going well, Bullet was weaned. 4 years later, when they decided she was ready to be broken in, she began training as a dressage horse. During that time, she foaled a beautiful Andalausian colt. She may have been tamed, but her spirit was not.

Tack: Saddle Bridle Saddle Pad Polo Wraps

Theme Song: Wild Heart - The Vamps

Other: Eep I love fleabitten grey so much!



Ｓｏ ｈｅｒｅ Ｉ ｇｏ ａｇａｉｎ, Ｓｈｅ ｇｏｔ ｍｙ ｈｅａｒｔ ａｇａｉｎ...

[sjmaef5]

Everybody’s digging on the rays
of the summer sun, sun
The sand and the waves are made
for having fun, fun! Grab your boy,
your girl, and hold on tight, tight!
Hip cats, hot dogs, yeah it’s
so out of sight, sight Are you
ready? Ready, Freddie?
Ready steady? Then Let’s go!

It’s a summer paradise, cruising with
the boys and girls Surfing day and night,
everybody shoot the curl Hang five keep
it alive and you drop out low, all head to the toes
Hang ten, hot doggin again surfs up

there`s no doubt whose number one one cause`
when we boogie we boogie second to none we
rock on he beach and on the waves we roll
feel it in your feet in your heart and your
soul are you ready ready ready Freddie
ready steddie then lets go whoo!

its summer paradise,cruising with the boys and
girls surfing day and night every body shoot
the curl hang five keepit alive and you drop
out low all head to the toes hang ten,
Surfs up!

Surfs up, from teen beach movie
Written by Ali Dee Theodore,
Alana Da Fonseca, Garrett Kotecki,
and Jordan Yaeger

Username: Sjmaef5
Show Name: Surf The Waves
Barn Name: Surf
Breed: Andalusian
Age: 6 months
Gender: Colt (Stallion)
Color: Black (Will turn Fleabitten Grey once adult)
Theme Song: Surf's up
Personality: Surf is quite the curious little colt. He is always getting into trouble and some sticky situations. One time he slipped through a small hole in the fence, he was in the pasture for mares expecting or nursing and foals, the stallions where next to that pasture, he starting running around disturbing them. He even bumped into one of our dominant stallions, Buck, who can be a bit grumpy. Buck ended up chasing Surf around until we finally got him back into his own pasture. Surf can also be a bit stubborn. He doesn't like to be told what to do. He doesn't like to be handled for long periods of time, or be washed either. We mainly leave washing to mom, but we occasionally have to because of all the messes he gets into. To sum it up, Surf is quite the handful.
Story/history: Click here to go to my form for his mother,
the story, mainly the last two chapters, will also explain his history.
Other: Amazing work! He is beautiful.

[Eremite]

Ends the 8th.

[Midnight Mare]

Username: Midnight Mare
Show Name: Spittin' Dust
Barn Name: Dust
Breed: Andalusian
Age: 4y 3m
Gender: Mare
Color: Fleabitten Grey
Personality: Dust is very calm around the barn, she's always been a great mother to any smaller animal that comes near her (including human children) being gentle with them and such. In the show ring she's very competitive, which earned her her name, Spittin' Dust.
Other:

When Spittin' dust was young, just barely old enough to be ridden, her owners had her trained in racing. The trainer told them that she was very, very fast, as should be expected, but she had some very odd gaits. The trainer asked about the mare's mother, the owners told them that she was covered by a highly esteemed Andalusian stallion, later that day she got out, but she came back fairly quickly, when they tested to see if she was pregnant, she was, they were very happy and overjoyed to have a foal coming, and the papers would be marvelous. The trainer nodded, the gaits weren't getting in the way, so she'd let them be. *major time skip* Spittin dust went out into the starting box, it was her first race, her owners were excited, her jocky, ecstatic. she bolted out of there, faster than anything, and, just barely won the race, but she sure did kick up a lot of dust. Buyers came to the owners and asked to sell her, they thought about it and decided that she would cover to get a foal, while the mare was in gestation, whoever bid highest on the foal, got him/her, the bidding was over as soon as the foal was born. He came out, and he looked like a Paso Fino, they looked at her mother, and now saw some of those traits in her, they realized that the covering from the Andalusian stallion didn't take, and another stallion must have covered her when she'd gotten out (Spittin Dust's dam) because Spittin dust was in a barn by herself under carefull supervision until she was very pregnant, and then, she was even more closely watched. Now that it was realized that Spittin' Dust and her new foal were not purebred, no one wanted them, not even their current owners. They asked around everywhere, someone suggested that they ask Cottonwood ranch, they were always willing to take in horses and find them new, loving homes. So they took her and her foal there, and left them. I came along, and a lot of people were looking at them, but the mare looked me in the eye, her eyes were full of sadness and longing, I looked down to her foal, he/she was just loving the attention, I looked back to the mare and decided that I wanted that mare, more than I'd ever wanted anything before. I wanted her to feel like she belonged again, like she was wanted, usefull, and I knew I could give her that, I rushed to find a staff member to ask.

(I know that this effects the foal a lot, but maybe he's accepted for it or something? having two people adopt each one is hard since we are wondering what's wrong with them and everyone is going to have a different story. I didn't make a form for him so that you'd only have one form to judge for me, and because it wouldn't have fit with the story of what happened.)

[Midnight Mare]

oops, was I too late?

[Eremite]

No I'll count your's.

CLOSED FOR JUDGING NOW.

[sjmaef5]

Good luck everyone!

[Eremite]

Username: Sjmaef5
Show Name: Shells on the Shore
Barn Name: Shell, responds to Shelley.
Breed: Andalusian
Age: 8 years of age
Gender: Mare
Color: Fleabitten Grey
Personality: Shell is a very quiet and calm horse. She is very good with foals and young children who visit the ranch. She is very easy going. She often goes down with a ranch worker to the shoreline. She likes to stroll on the cool sand and splash in the shallow waters. When she was a race horse she was very easy going with being trained and handled constantly. Now that she is retired she likes to run and sometimes race other retired race horses on the ranches track. She loves her beautiful colt and does everything with him. She is a great mother. She is always very kind and sweet, to horses and humans, and when she sees them, other animals. She gets along well with the ranch cat, Buddy. Buddy sits on the fence and Shell rests her head next to him. To sum it up, she is a sweetheart.
A mix of Shell's history and a story:
The First 6 Months
Shell was born at a race horse breeders. The place she was born at, was a horrible place. Though they made life for the horses they could sell or use luxurious, horses that would make them no money, would be put down, or put to hard work in horrible conditions with no brake. She was born oddly small, and her legs were bone thin and shaking. The breeders would have to either put her down, or try to sell her, since she was to weak to put her to work. They didn't think they would get much for her though, since they thought she would be "useless". She was put up for adoption, but they would only give her 6 months before she would have to be put down. Her legs were still thin and wobbly, though the rest of her had grown strong. Her mother stayed by her side and often took her into the meadow, rather than the pasture with the other horses. Her father often visited her and grazed in the meadow with her, though it didn't last long before he returned to the pasture with the other horses.
The Last Day
On the last day of her adoption, she was about 6 months old, and partially trained, though her legs we're still bone thin. The breeders and handlers treated her as if she we're a reject.
They never even tried to figure out what was wrong with her legs, and there really wasn't anything wrong with them. She was just born early, and would need to take her own time to grow. The handlers we're getting ready to put her down inside the other barn. Shell had no idea what was going on. She happily grazed in the meadow. Then, one of the breeders came over to her. But something was different, he had a smile on his face, and a fancy dressed woman was with him. The women even have her a carrot. She said something that Shell didn't understand, but had heard before. Lots of people came to the barn and looked at the foals and young horses, and many of them said this, and then take the horse away with them. The women said "That's the one." Shell was scared and started to back away. She didn't want to leave. But her mother and father rested their heads on her back then nudged her towards the lady. Shell was scared still but trusted her parents. So she went with the lady. The breeder sold Shell for less than half of what the other foals sold for, though they never know how much Shell would be worth one day.
The Good Days
The lady took good care of Shell, she trained her and groomed her, and even set up obstacle courses for her. The ladies horse farm was just like home. There was even a meadow across the street just like her old home. She even got to go back to the breeders farm and see her parents. Shell grew strong and her legs became normal.
All Grown Up
Shell was a grown horse. She was strong and healthy. She was a beautiful and caring horse. Her owner and rider started a foundation. Shell is the mascot. They help to save horses who will be put down. When she is not busy racing or helping at foundation events, she enjoys grazing in the meadow and doing jumps and obstacle still.
The First Race Miracle
She was entered for her first race. She was competing against professional race horses. It was a rainy day. Shell, in her gate, was shifting her hooves nervously. Since this was her first race, and she was only a beginner, she was voted least likely to win. Shell's rider was petting her, getting ready to take off. The rider got in position, Shell knew they where about to start. The horn blew and Shell shot out. She was behind the other horses. She couldn't find a gap to squeeze through. Time slowed down. All Shell could here was the Wind racing around her. Her eyes focused on the space in front of her. Staying focused and calm was all that mattered. The race was halfway over, Shell was still in the back. She started to panic. She was going to lose, and disappoint the kind lady, and her rider. Looking around she realized she had to calm herself down. She tried squeezing into the crowd, but the horses wouldn't let her through. She saw her chance, two of the horses in the crowd had pulled apart, leaving a gap. The sped as fast as she could. Her lungs racing, her heart pounding. She squeezed through. She wove around the horses. She felt like her chest would burst she was breathing so hard, but she kept going. She only had to pass 4 horses and she would be in the lead. She past the horses slowly. She was head to head with the lead horse. The finish line was in sight. Shell was still head to head with the lead horse. She made her legs move with everything she had. She would not give up. She shot ahead. She was almost at the finish line. She closed her eyes and rushed ahead. Her heart beat like a drum. The sun shone through the clouds as Shell crossed the finish line. She had won! She stopped her legs, and caught her breath. Her heart still beating out of her chest. The lady who had adopted Shell ran out of the stands. Her eyes were full of tears, but Shell new she was happy. People crowded around Shell. People with little machines that made sounds louder and larger machines that showed what was going on on a little screen (microphone and camera) talked to the rider. People gave him a flower bouquet and put a wreath of flowers around Shell's neck. The lady, who was standing next to Shell patted her and said, "You sure proved them wrong."
After Racing
When Shell turned 8, she retired from racing. Shell was becoming older, though she could still race if she wanted. The lady wanted to breed Shell as well. Shell had always been great with foals. When Shell gave birth to a beautiful colt, her and the humans couldn't be more thrilled. The colt was healthy, and strong. Shell and the colt where very close. They did everything together. Shell was a great mother. She did miss racing, but she was allowed to run, and sometimes race another horse on the ranches race track. She was very happy.
Moving
When Shell's colt was only 5 months old, they where surrendered at Cottonwood. The kind lady was becoming older, and couldn't care for her horses the way they needed to be cared for. She decided to sell her ranch and give the horses to other ranches. The lady kept Shell and her colt together, and took them to Cottonwood. Cottonwood gladly accepted them. Shell had to get used to her new home. Her colt being a curious little trouble maker, didn't really mind being in a new exciting place, it meant more exploring for him. They gradually became comfortable at Cottonwood. Cottonwood allowed Shell to run on the track like she did at her old home. They became very happy here, and have to this day.
Other: I actually wrote this story for another horse that didn't win, but I loved the story. It was so inspirational to me, I just had to 're use it. I added and changed things up a bit to suit Shell.

Congrats! She is your's!
I like the name and the personality goes with it nicely. Her history is also lovely and well written.