[ExVenor]

Username: Half Tree
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Age: 8 years
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Prompt: wip [security, leadership, reliability]
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late to the party but I'm here for the peachy boi

[HarperTheKiv]

Username:Ghouly_
Show Name: Life is Like a Peach Tree
Barn Name:Persiko // Esperanto for peach.
He is also affectionately dubbed Shifu, because of his s.name (named after a character form king fu panda) and it is what most poeple call him.
Gender: Stallion
Age:16 years 2 months
Height:17.1hh
Discipline:Search and Rescue
Prompt:
Shifu lives by the value of perseverance.

He was taught by his mother from a young age to be respectful and trust in himself and such, but he was always reminded to believe in himself and his values and to follow his dreams no matter what life throws at him. Even far into adulthood and after being rehomed and trained as race horse, he still lived by his value. He persevered through tough rigorous training to get ready for high end competition, and always strived for greatness. Even through grueling weather or storms he was always willing and ready to train and work hard, and persevere through alll obstacles. He would run even if it meant he was at his limit.

This value was tested when he injured his leg in a racing accident, and was sold due to his owner lacking commitment to his recovery and no longer having faith in him being able to race again. He was rehomed and quite upset to have been given up so easily after what he thought was quite a close and tight rider/horse bond, but it was not so. This made him really think over his life choices, did he want to just live in a stall or a paddock for the rest of his life, did he want to just give up like his rider had? Of course he didn't!

With this in mind, he persevered through his injury, he fought hard to get to where he had been and he wasn't willing or ready to give up on his dreams, and his new rider was there to support him and push him as he healed and kept moving forward until he was fit enough to compete again, and compete he did, even if he was a bit shaky at first. He lived by his values day to day and never gave up on himself or his future for he knew what he could achieve and wasn't going to give up on himself like his last owner did. He continued to improve and compete and proved any and all doubts wrong that people had about him, saying he was broken or past his days and that he was useless or would never race again. He managed to get back into full-time competing and did so well past his 10 year mark, and after a few more years he was retired from racing to live an easier life, much to his chagrin although by then he had truly won the hearts of those around him due to his resilience.

Even then he wasn't satisfied with doing nothing, he would have done anything to get back into those tracks one last time, but he was given away to a friend of his owner and instead began to work as a search and rescue horse, and once again his perseverance served to benefit not only himself, but those around him.

Far after some would give up searching, he was out in the pitch black and cold temperatures at night searching and rescuing people, through storms deep fog, blizzards you name it! He wasn't fazed by any obstacle, he pushed on and saved many lives through his sheer will to not give up. He is a largely respected horse and those around him look up to him for his inspiring nobility and resilience against all odds, and how he lives now only to help others. He even teaches Newbie rescue horses all the tricks he knows and makes sure everyone is doing their best.

He is truly noble steed worthy of such admiration. No matter the ups or downs of his life, nothing could shatter his resolve and perseverance. He is a shining example of what living by your values can let you achieve...

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Oh and even if I don't win, I'm more than happy for the owner to use this art of him for his barn page^.^ just make sure u credit me for it xxx

[♔Voltaire♔]

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mark, will finish this after i hunt for tarantulas in Ac <3

[j. bourne]

Extending this competition for about another 24 hours! I will not be giving another extension after this.

Any edits made after 2:00 pm CST on April 6th will disqualify your form.

[hellenistic]

Username: berzerker.
Show Name: Peachy Keen
Barn Name: Morgan
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6 Years
Height: 17 hh
Discipline: Working Cow Horse
Prompt:>always being patient, & looking ahead.

I believe the last time Morgan saw her was years ago. Almost three to be exact, next thursday's the third year mark.
He acts okay, but you can tell around this time of year, he still thinks about it.
He still thinks about her.

You see, Morgan came from a neighboring ranch, right across the mountain. The ranch was owned by a stout, yet muscular man with a greying pepper beard, and hair to match. He was in his seventies at the time, but still held himself, and the ranch strong. His ranch had some big money horses, mainly quarter horses with the occasional thoroughbred. They showed horse, after horse, racking in hundreds to thousands of dollars. We may have competed together many times, but the owners and the ranch hands were always so nice to us, our horses, and theirs. You could tell they had such a strong love and such a strong passion for horses and competing, something I feel that is dying out nowadays. All it is anymore is competing and winning,and where's the fun in all of that?

Morgan was born on the second sunday of March, 2015. He came off as an oddity, being two different colors and all. That's something not often seen in the horse realm, but yet, here he was. A little gift from god when everyone had thought his changes of making it were quiet slim. Everyone fawned over the near white colt, and everyone seemed to know, in the back of their minds, he could possibly be one of the best things to happen at that ranch. Morgan grew and grew like a weed, doubling his size in no time, and by the time he was two years old, he began his training. That's when he began bonding with the ranch owners grand daughter. She was in her early twenties, short and a little thick from all that good ole' home cooking. She had the chance to go to college, but decided it was far more important to stay and help her grandfather with the ranch. There's something in the ranching heritage that she, like many others, just don't want to give up, even if it's for a big city college.

They began bonding, every workout, every training session brought them closer and closer. Now, all the horses the old man and his family owned were nice horses, gently and easy to handle, but not every horse was as easy going as Morgan. This girl he had, he bonded with every day, she really did something to him. It was like he saw the good in everything coming and going, expecting nothing but the best out of that moment, and moments to come. It was beautiful really, I got to see it a few times myself upon the few times they invited my family and i over for dinner. He was her prized possession, and she was his. Every time you saw them together, the air seemed a little warmer, and the sun shined a little brighter.

A year passed and their relationship bloomed, like flowers after early april showers. Everything was so good, until her grandpa started getting sick. He was a two time cancer survivor, surviving once in his early thirty's, then again in his late 40's, but somehow the cancer had found it's way back to him. Residing in his left lung, there wasn't much left for them to do. Before too long, he became bed ridden, with the cancer advancing rapidly, faster and faster with every given day. Morgan could sense something was wrong, not just with the rare appearance of the old ranch owner, but by the dwindling appearances of his girl. Oh his girl.

She cared for that horse unlike anyone else, spent almost every hour with him if not spending it with her family. She fed him, gave him constant treats, gave him every washing he would have within the last year, but it started dwindling away. Leaving the many ranch hands to handle not only the other horses, but him in particular. He had gotten so accustomed to seeing her bright, gleaming face every day, and hearing her cheery voice that, not only were the days getting longer without her around, but they began dimming. Morgan kept his head up however, he understood somehow, that things weren't right, yet he looked forward to brighter times. It was hard... It tested his every being, but he stayed patient.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into two months before the farm owner was gone for good. The ranch was quiet, and an undeniable gloom seemed to fall onto the world.

He had passed peacefully in his sleep after telling his beautiful family goodnight. Four generations, all in one room. From the ranch owner, to his children, to their children and a beautiful great grand who had been created by his grandson and his high school honey. The two were in their late twenties by now and had decided the same ranch fate for themselves.

The days after however, left the owners grand daughter in a dark place, and depression crept in fast. Morgan sensed this, and where there once was endless sunny days and bright smiles, there was only clouds and a desperation for his girl back. With every encounter the two had, he kept hope in his heart. You could see it gleaming through those soft blue and brown eyes. All the love, compassion and hope he had, all for the return of his girl. This depressing sight of a young woman wasn't her...
It wasn't his girl...

Nonetheless, Morgan nudged her, tried making her smile every time he could. He tried, and tried, and tried, and while every other horse, or even human would give up in the passing time. He didn't. This was a battle he wasn't going to lose, but soon, he wouldn't even have a chance to finish..

Morgan was sold off, along with most of the ranches horses to pay off the owners funeral. It was a beautiful service, with all of his beautiful family attending and some of my own to provide support. The day he was sold however, was the last time he saw her. The look she gave him before loading into the trailer was enough to turn anyone's heart upside down, but Morgan just nuzzled her before loading up.

He still has hope. You can see it in his eyes this time of year. He still has hope that he'll see her again, and that everything will be the same as it once was.

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story being told was in the view of our ranch owner, Kaitlyn Hall.
Morgan resides today, as a working cow horse in honor of the passing ranch owner.

[yeena]

[j. bourne]

Username: berzerker.
Show Name: Peachy Keen
Barn Name: Morgan
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6 Years
Height: 17 hh
Discipline: Working Cow Horse
Prompt:>always being patient, & looking ahead.

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Sorry for the delay, choosing a winner was a very tough decision.

Congrats to berzerker. for winning this adopt! I will also be offering a custom RU to ceance as well.

[hellenistic]

aH thank you so much for Morgan ♥
it turned a rough day into a better one ♥