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This time it is a stallion. Choose your own mane and tail edits!! <33

Won by teresa8oats

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Owner: teresa8oats
Show Name: Fifteen Seconds
Barn Name: Chance
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15.3hh
Breed: Andalusian X APHA
Age: 6
Personality:
Overall, Chance is a very calm and collected stallion. You would never describe him as fiery or uncontrolable. He is an easy mount, is willing, and just wants to please. His ground manners are as not as good as in the saddle, as sometimes he threatens to nip, but never does. He has thin skin, and when you curry him even a little too hard, he will make it known! He will swing his head round and bare his teeth when you touch his chest. It's just a thing I guess.... who knows why he does it. I have some stallions who are loco about mares. Chance is a little more laid back. He does show off for sure in the pasture or area, arching his neck and speeding up. He is not quite the horse for trail riding, and if you did take him on the trails, you would need an experienced rider who can hold on. Out in the silent nature, he tends to spook. He can be ridden in the area by an intermediate to experienced rider though. You never have to use the crop on him, as he is always on the speedy side. He tends to test new people some, but once you have ridden him a few times, you will become addicted! He is currently shown at 4-h and pony club with a 17 year old named Marlee who loves him to death. I try to participate and come to all of their shows with Marvel, and if not, the girl takes Marvel for the day. Chance hates going to shows without marvel(read more below). Chance is average when it comes to smartness. I certainly would not call him dumb, but he is not over smart either. He is not fond at all of other stallions, but is totally fine with geldings. He is usually one of the only stallions at shows, so he does not really have to worry about it. He acts more like a gelding than a stallion.

Coat Color: Buckskin Roan
Markings: Splash
Mane Edit: XXX
Tail Edit: XXX





Theme Song: Kiss the Rain - Yiruma

Art:
A special connection - I actually had the idea of this picture in my head since last year. I was really scared to draw Marvel, as the last time I did it it took over four hours, and I felt in that amount of time I could be doing customs. I wanted the horse in this picture to be special too. I don't have any horses who have any special

Pose for the picture! - This beautiful headshot was done by horse, who so very kindly pm'ed me offering to do it! Thank you soooo much h o r s e!

Canter Like A King- Lol, i just realized that i forgot to fill out the day in the dates mark on the bottom of this picture... i seriously forgot what date it was! *headdesk* and then forgot to even put it down before i uploaded it. Wow. Anyway, as you can probably see, i do better with my bodies on pencil and paper. We do not have a scanner, so i am super sorry for how bad it looks. It was RELLY hard to find the right colors. Their are pencils scattered all around this house, so i went on a wild goose chase and went scrounging through all of our desk drawers and boxes to try to find colors that matched his. Never succeeded on that line.

Chance W. Western Tack - I really like how this came out! It is so... Chance! My brother is having his birthday party, and i am back in my room drawing! Lol. He seriously does not care.

Pixel But Pretty! - My little sister Nancy did this, as she loves this guy too! She is really exited and supportive about entering him!

An Everything Horse - This amazing editable is done by BayloneRose! Go check it out! I bookmarked it last year, and never used it till now! The ONE bad part is it has no layers with lock alpha, just one layer for everything!

Headshot - These lines where done by me, originally for an Teke. I did not win the teke, but I thought I would put them to use with another beautiful horse!

Marvel & Chance: Marvel and Chance have a real deep down connection. Marvel is not hyper around chance, which is strange. He is rather calm, quite. Their is a complete trust bond between them. Marvel will go and sleep in-between Chance's legs, with no doubt that Chance will not step on him. Chance will lower his head and fall asleep too. Without Marvel at shows, Chance will start whinnying and get super jumpy. When back at the barn, he is fine without him, but whenever Marvel needs a rest, he finds Chance. Chance is not really known as a layed back stallion, but when they are together, It is like nothing can make them unhappy or scared.connection with Marvel as Chane has. A lot of my stories have the horses playing with marvel, being joker buddies, liking to run together, but none that stay calm and depend on him like Chance. This piece of art was one that I have been wanting to make for a long time, and I am happy that Chance came along to get me to it!

Quirks:




- Chance has a sweet tooth for any fruit popsicles. During the summer you can usually find some in the barns refrigerator. If Chance sees you with one, you better get away! He will kick down the walls to get one of those!
- He has a tendency to eat his shavings while lipping up his hay from the ground... more than most horses.
- Because he is a stallion, he does not go out into pastures with other horses, but seems to play wild while in his own turnout. He looks like he is playing two different stallions, fighting in the wild. He will rear and nip the air, and then when he lands, flip around and act like if he where just nipped. It works right? Either way, he is always the winner!

Story 1:
Today was just a normal day at the barn. It was not unusual to have a nice, smooth running day. Everyone here at CWHR was very cooperative and knew what they where doing. Every summer at CWHR was busy because of the MM. Us humans have got use to it, but the all of the other horses at the stable are confused. Why are their humans bringing in crazy animals, and spending so much of their time with them... to what... touch them? Sit on their backs? Make them pull a tarp around? Any of them could do that in a matter of seconds without all of this ridicules freaking out on the horses part!
I grabbed Chance's bride. It was time for some flatwork!




We where doing an amazing extended trot around the arena. Smooth and floating. I closed my eyes for a second. "LOOSE HORSE!" came a yell from inside the barn. At the second that I turned Chance around, a Mustang had just trotted into the arena. The loose horse. It stared at us for a second, before jogging farther into the arena. I should dismount. Or maybe not. I should wait for someone to come and get the mustang. They could just close the gate and walk in, anyway, it was safer in here than running around the farm. It was a pretty dappled grey mare. She pawed the ground, and sniffed it. I never really thought about what Chance would do, he had been standing here quietly looking at her so far, so I left him alone. I could hear footsteps approaching the arena. The mares head sprung up, and she dove back to the door, where the person had just appeared. She was just about to run right into her owner, when Chance let out a loud noise... sounding more like a shriek than a whinny. The mare stopped head in her tracks. Chance started walking forward, and I tried to pull him back, but he was already face to face with the mare. She put her head down. We all froze. He tipped his head slightly and looked down at her, his neck arched. I just sat on his back blankly, watching I guess, like everyone else. After a long ten seconds of him staring down at her, which seemed more like a conversation between them, she turned. To our complete surprise, she walked straight over to her owner, and stuck her muzzle right into the halter. We all kind of smiled and gasped at the same time. The owner slipped the rest of the halter over the mustang mares head, and smiled at me as she lead her away, the mare willfully following. "You told her what was what huh Chance!" I said as I patted his neck. After a minute of taking it all in, we continued doing flatwork, and the day returned to being... well... normal!

Story 2:
It was Chance's first show since he had been here at CWHR. The last owners had explained how he hated going, and suggest that we just retire him from showing. Well, I was born this way, but I am crazy and determined, and so I entered him into a simple beginner class with the girl that leases him, Marlee. Marlee was quite nervous. She trusted Chance, but knew that he could be crazy at shows. We backed him out of the trailor slowly. When his hooves touched the ground, he immediately stiffened up. His nostrils flared, and he looked around. Another horse in the area started cantering and let out a small buck. At that, Chance spooked, pulling back on the lead, but I held tight. His pulled again, but I was not letting go. I was just about to lead him back up into the tailor and drive away when I heard Marvel bark from out of our trucks window. Oh no! That would only scare Chance more! To my surprise, he calmed down a bit and nickered back loudly. Marvel barked again and hopped out of the window. It was high for such a small dog, and I closed my eyes as I was afraid he would hurt himself landing, but he seemed really determined and came bounding over to Chance. When Chance saw him, his whole expression changed, and he was completely relaxed instantly. "Marvel... you never cease to amaze me!" I said out loud. Marlee laughed.

The show that day turned out to be amazing. As long as I was their, standing one the other side of the arena gate holding Marvel, Chance was totally fine. It seemed like he was showing off to Marvel, how wonderful a competition horse he could be! Marvel would bark occasionally, which caught attention to other participators who frowned as if you say, "No canine!" But NO ONE was taking this dog away from Chance. Not today, not ever!

History: Chance was certainly a planned breeding. In the state of blue grass, Kentucky, he was born. Every step was taken carefully in the breeding. They knew that they would probably get a gorgeous foal, and Chance was more than they imagined. His mothers name was Counting Seconds, and his fathers name was Fifteen Left To Run. Fifteen Seconds was decided even before he was born as his registration name! It was the night of one of the hottest days of the year that he was foaled. And the next morning, it was 112 degrees. Chance didn't stand up for almost six hours, but we don't blame him, he must have been steaming. He was put out into the pasture with other mares and foals. He made friends very easily, and loved to gallop along the fence, he could never come in first, as their was one thoroughbred colt that did that. Rather, he would come in 2nd. The fillies in the group never ran that fast. When he grew to be a yearling, he was halter trained, and started going to shows. He was never ridden, but was trotted around to see his movements, and he usually won the competitions. He did this till he was three years old. Showing off was his all. During this time, he was trained in English, and was doing small jumps and little bit of dressage.
The third year of his life, he was sold for a large amount of money to a rich man who owned a ranch. His daughter wanted a fancy and beautiful horse, as she was tired of the "normal" QH bays and chestnuts that her dad loved. Don't get me wrong, even if she was rich, she loved horses with all of her heart, and treated Chance like a king. The girls younger sister and brother also loved Chance, who they would go out into the pasture and play with all of the time. The rich parents trusted horses, and let their children spend as much time with them as they wanted. Most of even the jumpiest horses would we clam and laid back with the children. The family mostly rode western, and so Chance was trained to do many western sports. Over the hundreds of hours the girl spent on Chance's back, he learned to rein, barrel race, pole bend, and a lot of other western games. Their first shows went well, as Chance had experience with crowds and other horses, but their was one tragic day when he was tied up and being groomed, and out of no where, and large stallion darted around a corner, his lead rope dragging. Chance had seen this stallion. He was starting in barrel racing, which he almost always won because of his immense speed which left a trail of fire behind him. The



one problem with him was that he had a horrible temper, and so they where planning on gelding him, but where afraid he would loose his love for speed and barrels... and winning everything for that matter. He reared up in the air at Chance, who was of course another stallion. Chance took on the challenge and tried to rear back, but he was jerked back. He was tied! He turned his butt to the other stallion, and kicked him. The stallion kicked him back, while a piercing whinny rung through the air. Everyone had stopped what they where doing, and where looking at the two fighting stallions, one tied up. Finally, after many tries, the man got ahold of the lead to the fighting stallion, and with the help from some other people, pulled him down and away from Chance. Chance was bruised, and had a bleeding gaskin. Chance's owners ran to him, hugging and tending his wounds, but Chance was in a state of shock. He just stood their frozen. They went home early that day.
It took Chance a long time to recover, but he could not be taken to shows, because he would freak out completely and become very unsafe, spooking at everything. It seemed he would go right back into that state of shock. It came time, that they girl had to go off to collage, and the family decided that Chance needed to find a new home. None of the girls siblings could show him, and they was a big part of their horse life, so they put Chance up for adoption.




It had been several months of him up before they finally found the perfect place. Thousands of acres of land, the best training, attention, and care. Special therapy for him at shows. It was all they had ever dreamed of for Chance. Cottonwood Wild Horse Ranch. They dropped him off on a spring morning, where they said their goodbyes. The girl met the younger girl who would be leasing him from the farm, and talked about how special Chance was, even how he loved being scratched behind the ears, and how he hated people touching his chest. Chance nickered a soft goodbye to them as they walked away.
When I first saw Chance, I really could not get my eyes off him. He was in perfect condition, shining like the stars, and seemed so relaxed. Marvel, who usually comes to greet any new horses, was no where in sight. It was night, and time to go to bed. I would sleep in the loft tonight, as I was too tired to drive home. As I dozed off, I heard a bark from down in the barn. My eyes shot open, forgetting that I was not at home for a second. Marvel. I got up and stumbled into the isle of horse stalls. Some horses peeked out, annoyed that they had been waken from their beauty sleep. I walked over to Chance's stall. Inside, Marvel and him where sniffing each other. Chance nickered quietly and nudged Marvel, who walked over to the stall corner and curled up. I smiled at them. Marvel looked up at me his tongue hanging out. I smiled, and then he rested his head on his furry paws and fell asleep.

Poem:




I know it does not rhyme in any way.. but I just wrote what I feel sometimes.
Keep it in your pocket
In your pocket holds a gift that no one can tack from you
let them try let them scrounge and scratch and weep
close your eyes tight, this moment now is passing
and ever night you go to bed, a tear sweeps down your cheek
the sounds of your mothers voice, and the laugh of your little brother
the creaks in only certain stairs, and you know what ones
the sound of your dad, returning from work
the stillness of the night
you know that every second that passes, will never come again
and they say you only have one life, but spend every moment wisely
because, as you get older, everyone else gets older too
go be free, live your life
don't let anything hold you back from the amazing life that you have
but be patent at the hardest times, because, moments will pass
and new ones will come again
now open your eyes, they are still trying
but no one can take away the memories or the moments
you have in your pocket

Discipline: All around gaming, 4h, and also some English. He is a super athletic horse. If only he could put more of his attention on the real competition... and stop flirting with all of the mares!!


Likes & Dislikes
✓ Marvel's Company
✓ Either it be completely sunny or completely snowy, nothing in-between
✓Going Riding
✓ Music
✓ Rodeo Games
✕ Cats
✕ Blankets
✕ People touching his chest
✕ Rodeos/Shows without Marvel
✕ New stiff tack
✕ walking for long amounts of time

Future Mate: This has not been decided yet, but I am thinking he will only have one official mate... kind of like Scout and Pampa! I just need to wait to get the perfect mare!

What will I do with him?: I will surely make art of him! Especially with Marvel and his Future mate! He will be an amazing new addition to my amazing CWHR family, and he will be pampered to death! My little sister has also taken a liking to him, and plans to make art of him in the future!

Other: My dream horse has now been created. You know how their is that horse that you can never order as a custom, because It just isn't... orderable... it has to come as an adoptable. Lol.

[Arrows]

Reusing some components of form

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Dropout, eyes set on that mare!

[tynahi]

Drop out but he is stunning!

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[flight;;]

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Owner: flight;;
Show Name: Systematic Faut
Barn Name: Tick/Tic
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15.3 hh
Age: 4.5 years
Favorite food: homemade apple horse cookies
Colors: teal, black, and white
Fitting song: Hall of Fame - The Script
Personality:
positive:

energetic
clever
responsive
polite
negative:

mouth sensitive
high strung
can only be ridden by experienced riders
likes:

exercise
water
companionship
his new home
food
dislikes

being cooped up
heavy-handed riders
plastic bags
the farrier
Tick is the type of horse that is constantly moving. In the pasture, he's the one that's chasing the other horses around. Since he is as energetic as he is, he cannot be kept in a stall for long periods of time, and traveling can be difficult. When cooped up, he's one to kick. The staff at Fairfield stables had to learn this the hard way. He is kept almost full time out in the pasture, or if it is necessary to bring him in, they put him in the 20 x 20 foaling stall. He is also food motivated, and a messy eater. When ridden, he is very responsive to leg and rein cues. He doesn't need to be ridden with a crop, but he can be ridden with one. He is sensitive, and the lightest of cues will get the message across. He cannot be ridden by new or beginning riders because of this. He will throw heavy-handed riders or bolt with afraid riders. He is strictly for experienced riders. He has decent ground manners, and will stick his head over the stall door whenever someone enters the stable. He is sweet and loves a good scratch under the forelock. Tick is a show-off; always trying to be the center of everyone's attention. His responsive behavior to cues makes him a good competitor in dressage. He also will do show-jumping, but dressage is his main event. He was tried to cross-country, but his sensitive mouth didn't fare well. He is one of the better competitive horses and is treated as such at Fairfield Stables.

Story: Learning the Hard Way - from the view of Alaska Culver, owner of Fairfield Stables
The stable hands were bustling around Fairfield Stables. Normally, they wouldn't be up and around for another hour or so, but lately they had been getting up early to care for the horses. This started becoming a habit once we got King from the Mustang Makeover. I headed over to the stall holding our newest stallion, Systematic Fault. I had given him a couple days to settle down and adjust, and now it was time to start riding and figuring out his little quirks. We already found out that the boy was a chowhound. He had heard me coming and poked his head out of the stall. Approaching Tick, I noticed that the wood on the stall door had been chewed on; this hadn't been there earlier. He had chewed on the wood overnight. Further inspection revealed that he had kicked the back of the stall during the night. This wasn't usual behavior for new horses. We had a veterinary check when he had first arrived, he he had checked out healthy. I recalled that wood-chewing could be caused by boredom or anxiety. He didn't seem anxious as I led him out to the pasture. He seemed alert, but not anxious. He was excited. It had to be boredom. I called over one of the stable hands and let him know about the damages to the stall and requested him to fix it. I led Tick to the outdoor cross-ties and tethered him there. I was going to try riding him for the first time. I groomed and tacked him up then led him to the arena. Aside from shuffling his feet in place, he seemed fairly well behaved. I mounted and directed him towards the rail. I could already tell he responded to the lightest of touches. I let him walk a lap before I tapped his sides for a trot. The transition was smooth and effortless. This horse had the potential to be a high level dressage horse. I slowed him to a walk and asked for a canter. Again, the transition was smooth. His canter was smooth as well. I tried asking for an extended canter, but ended up with a gallop. He was young, he had a lot to learn. I reined him back in to a canter. It was effortless, as long as one made their cues clear. One of the riders at the barn leaned against the fence, watching us as I asked him to circle. After a little while, he asked if he could try Tick out. I hesitantly agreed and dismounted. I normally wouldn't have let him ride a new horse, but Tick was behaving wonderfully. He mounted, and moved Tick to the rail. He was more heavy-handed than I was. He pulled on the outer rein and tapped with his inside leg to ask Tick to canter. He was too heavy handed with his cues, and Tick threw his head up. He picked up his feet higher, making the trot bouncier. He tossed his head a little as the rider pulled on the reins trying to get Tick to stop. This continued for a little while longer until Tick threw him off. The guy that had been riding him headed into the house to get some ice. In the meantime, I cooled Tick down and put him in the pasture. I began wondering what other quirks Tick had in store. So far, we had discovered two: he doesn't do well in a stall and he hs a sensitive mouth. So far, we learned them all the hard way.

Another Story: The Start of Tick's Career - from the view of Alaska Culver, owner of Fairfield Stables
"Bring in Rome!" I called out to a stable hand as I grabbed Tick's lead. It was the morning of his first show. I was already running behind schedule, as it had rained last night. Rome and Tick were out in the pasture for the night, and since Tick loved rain and water, he decided it was the ideal weather to roll around and play. I jogged out to the pasture. It might just have been the stress, but I found the sight before me was hysterical; Tick stood there, pieces of grass sticking out of his mouth, as muddy as can be. I don't think he could have been any dirtier. He trotted over to greet me as I approached the pasture, carrot in hand. I haltered him up and led him back into the barn. That is when the cleaning began. The stable hand next to me, Greg, worked with Rome, who was much less calm when groomed. We worked quickly, and did as much as we could. I looked up at the clock. I called Daniel over, and had him finish grooming Tick. I had to start loading up our show supplies. I got dressed into my show outfit and started loading the tack into the trailer. We were pushing time. Time flew by, and before I knew it we were loading the two clean horses into the trailer. It was a miracle. As long as there weren't any accidents on the road, it looked as if it would all go smoothly.
Now, of course since I even thought about there being an accident on the road, there was. I sat in traffic, watching the time tick by, just waiting for us to miss our event.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
Eventually, we got into a position to pull off the freeway. We ended up taking back roads, but we made it. I quickly made my way over to the check-in desk as Daniel unloaded Tick and Rome. I had about 10 minutes to warm up and head into the warm-up ring if I were to have enough time to warm-up. I had the diagram memorized, I knew what we had to do.
Click.
My helmet was on and I was leading Tick to the warm-up arena. Daniel was riding Rome in a later event, so he had time to watch our performance. I performed some of the maneuvers that he had more trouble with, such as lead changes. No time seemed to pass as I was called to be on deck. I readied myself, taking a few deep breaths. Soon, I was up. I entered the arena at a collected trot, as I was expected to do. Then, I stopped and saluted. This was it; this was Tick's first competition. The dressage test was over just as quickly as it had began. Then, I cooled him down and untacked him, although I listened for results.
"In third, David Williams on Just a Chance. 68.3%"
I wasn't sure whether to be excited or disappointed. I didn't come in third, which means I either placed higher, or lower.
"In second, Alaska Culver on Systematic Fault. 69.8%"
I was delighted, although a part of me had been hoping for first. "Not bad for your first competition buddy. Next time, we're going for first." I said, scratching him beneath the forelock. It was just the experience of showing that he had been missing. Now, with that under his belt, I feel he will become an even better competitor. I waited to hear the results for first, wondering just how far I came in behind.
"In first, Michael Anderson on Come with me. 70.2%"
I was so close to first. It was within my grasp. Next time. I mentally promised as I brushed him out. Daniel came over and gave me his congratulations as I went over to claim my prize. A ribbon and a little bit of prize money. It was enough to pay off the entry fees, and then some. Daniel wrapped me in a hug and we walked back to Tick. I exchanged the bridle for a halter and pinned the ribbon to it. We were just getting started.



Another Story: The Plastic Bag Incident - from the view of Alaska Culver, owner of Fairfield Stables
After a long day of work, it was time for a little relaxing ride out in the scenery surrounding Fairfield Stables. I mounted Tick at the beginning of our long cobblestone driveway. He stood patiently, flicking his tail every now and then with his head low and relaxed. He was looking forward the the unwinding ride just as much as I was. I tapped his sides with my heels and let him have some rein. About halfway down the driveway, there was a little woodland trail. I directed Tick down it, and he went eagerly. This was the first time I took him down the trail, so the new surroundings piqued his interest. Now more alert, Tick was looking around as he walked down the trail. A few birds were out and about, and it was a gorgeous sight. The sun hadn't set yet, but it was getting close. The forest basked in a pale golden light. Tick was perfectly happy in that moment, and so I was I. I reached down and patted Tick on the shoulder, letting the reins drop on his neck. Tick jerked his head up suddenly, throwing me off guard. I grabbed for the reins and looked for what had stolen his attention. I had assumed it was an animal of some sorts. One that the stallion might see as potentially dangerous. Of course, it was a very scary plastic bag. It had gotten caught on one of the branches ahead, and the slight breeze caused it to crinkle and make noise. Tick backed up rapidly, tossing his head when he backed into a tree. He felt trapped. I attempted to soothe him with calming words, but it didn't do much to help. The plastic bag freed itself from the branch and somehow managed to fly right at my startled stallion. Tick reared, striking at the plastic bag before taking off in the other direction. I did my best to stay light on the reins and keep my balance as I tried to slow him. He took a sharp turn onto the driveway and barreled towards the stables. Now, it would have been a gorgeous view if it weren't for the chaos. The sun was setting and the property was soaked in vibrant oranges, pinks, and reds. Yet, there they were, Tick galloping like a madman towards the pasture and I doing what I could to gain control of the situation. He only slowed a notch as he rapidly approached the fence. I made a last effort attempt to steer him away from the fence line, and somehow, this time it worked. He veered away from the fence and I looped him in smaller and smaller circles until I eventually slowed him to a stop.
"You know, he's almost racehorse material." A voice behind me teased. I looked back, and of course there stood Daniel. I turned away from him and dismounted, leading Tick over.
"He saw a plastic bag." I explained, patting the neck of the stallion. Daniel shook his head slightly with a short laugh.
"Well, alright then. Looks like we have our work cut out with this boy." He said. "I'll go fix dinner. Why don't you put him away."
That's exactly what I did. I untacked him, did a quick brush-over, and picked his hooves. Then, I let him loose in the pasture with Rome and set out two buckets of grain. All it took was a plastic bag. You would have thought that something tried to kill him. Is all I thought as I headed into the house.

History: Tick was born on a small ranch in the outskirts of a city in California. He was a brave foal with a dominant nature. He loved company and was commonly found causing trouble with some of the older horses. The owners were caring, and watched over him, noting that he seemed high-strung and energetic. They could see the skill that he had that could be used in competitions. They could tell he would be a high-maintenance foal. The couple owning the ranch were growing old, and found that they didn't have the time and attention to care for the bubbly foal they owned. They wanted him to go where he would be exercised daily, and taken care of. They posted an ad on the local bulletin with strict requirements. Tick had been kept in an outdoor pasture with a run-in shelter, allowing him to develop his little quirks with stabling. A few stables called in, many nice ones, that they took into consideration. Many stables looked as if they would take good care of him, but only one really suited the needs of the elderly couple. They called the woman that had responded, Alaska Culver. Upon calling, they found out she was a wonderful lady that was looking for a new boy to add to their stable. The couple came over and inspected the stable, taking a look at where he would be kept, and the type of environment that the boy would be kept in. They agreed, and the papers were signed. Tick was officially owned by Fairfield Stables. The one little thing that they settled on upon the sale, they would get to visit Tick and Tick was not to be sold under any circumstances.

Discipline: English: dressage & show-jumping
Coat Color: Buckskin Roan
Markings: Splash
Mane Edit: xx
Tail Edit: xx
Relations: When in Rome and Tick are both energetic stallions, but Rome is less bossy. They get along great and Tick has pronounced himself the unofficial leader between the two. Sometimes Can't Catch Me will join in on the fun and they will form a little 'band' and gallop around the pasture. It is humorous to watch for people visiting the stables. He doesn't get along so well with On the Throne. This is because King was a rogue stallion when he was wild, and still will butt heads with Tick, as he wants to be in charge. They are both leader-like and thus they will get into the occasional 'argument'.
What I have planned for him: ART! I plan to do art of him, and include him in my Cottonwood stories. I will selectively breed him, to only a few special mares. I am sure that he will settle in well with the Fairfield Stables family. Alaska will probably be one of his main handlers, considering his special little quirks. He will be competed with and loved to death. <3
Other: art was also ordered in addition to the above, but hasn't been finished yet.
He is an amazing, gorgeous boy. I hope I can take him home <333
Tack: template by Nileiris on dA

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[Timey]

(I have you know I just headbutt the Matt trying to type up a form for this guy. XDDD)

owner: TimeLord~Jedi
show name: Mess With The Bull
barn name: Bulldozer
gender: Stallion
height: 15.4 hh
age: 9 Years
personality: Bulldozer is known for throwing his strength around. He loves to flaunt for mares and try and show the pesky colts who's boss. That's where he gets his name, because everyone compares his personality to that of a bull. People have been charged at on more than one occasion. Only the most experienced are able to even attempt to handle him and his rowdy nature.
coat color: Buckskin Roan
markings: Splash
mane edit: x
tail edit: Same as ref for mane.
other: Matt was determined to get me to type something that had to do with headbutting....Kind of like a really angry bull.

[finoodle]

Owner: B L A Z E
Show Name: Apollo's Arrow
Barn Name: Apollo- The god of the sun in greek mythology.
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15.4
Age: 10 years
Personality: Apollo is a mysterious fellow who is all about the ladies. All he wants is a band to call his own he is a major flirt who can't keep his eyes off him. He plans to snake some mares when he finds them. He would do anything to protect his mares once he has them at least. He tends to keep to himself locked up past and only focuses on the future. He is kind and gentle once you spend some time with him.
Coat Color: Buckskin Roan
Markings: Splash
Mane Edit: Here
Tail Edit: only the ribbon colors are gray and black and the tail is white.
Other(History): Apollo was the 'Accidental' son. Coming from a single mother left bandless from a horrible snaking, he was raised with no father almost dying in winter if not from the help of another loner mare by the name of Snow. Once he was old enough he pretended that his mother was one of his mares and led her to another small band to be snaked from him and kept safe. He didn't want to be mates with his mother so he set off looking for a new home and a new life.

[dogish]

Owner: iDrowned
Show Name:
Barn Name:
Gender: Stallion
Height:
Age:
Personality:
Coat Color: Buckskin Roan
Markings: Splash
Mane Edit: [x]
Tail Edit:
Other:[x]

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