Owner: Frostbite18
Show Name: Love and Sacrifice
Barn Name: Bess
Gender: Mare
Breed: Bashkir Curly
Height: 15.3 hh
Coloration: Bay Roan
Age: 7
Discipline:
Driving and general western. Bess was trained for many things, she was actually great at dressage. However she could never win the dressage shows for one reason, she didn't enjoy dressage. The judges could see this and dressage is also about unity, teamwork between horse and rider, not just going through the motions. At her new home she tried many things before someone thought to hitch her to a cart. She loved the feeling of throwing her weight into the harness, of her muscles smoothly pulling as she moved the cart. It was also discovered that she found general western riding very exciting, so she does some of that as well.
Temperament:
Bess is a kind mare who is exceedingly smart. She is generally pretty trustworthy and her sweet attitude has led many to adore her. Do not mistake her for a pushover though, she does not take kindly to people trying to force her into things. If she is smacked with a crop, she will buck or bolt. If the bit is tugged upon she will stop dead and not move until the rider has quieted their rough hands. She will challenge her rider but is never cruel, Bess only wants to teach them.
Quirks:
- Bess adores the colour red, no one knows why but it is most likely linked to her past. Before CWHR, from wherever it is she came from....
- She is petrified of dogs, if she sees one she will bolt and it takes a long while before she can be calmed down
- Bess loves to eat pudding, ya pudding. Being as smart as she is, Bess will get out sometimes. Once she she got into the riders lounge, opened the fridge and helped herself to some pudding cups. Ever since she has loved pudding, sometime people will give it to her.
- When she is scared Bess does an odd thing. She will bend down and chew on her feathers, weird right? Her people have no clue why she does this but it certainly looks strange and is very unlike her usual proper personality.
- If Bess is excited her ears began to twitch back and forth erratically. It is pretty amusing
Likes
Dislikes
PUDDING
DOGS!
Calm, gentle riders
Injustice
Exciting events
Being indoors for long periods of time
Rain
Boredom
Snow
Hot days (it sucks for her hair!)
Cats
Dressage (So slow and careful)
Having a ribbon in her hair (strange girl)
Crops, spurs ect..
Shiny things
Shrubs (They look like crouching predators!)
Being loved
Music, any other from that new pop!
Pulling (cart, logs ect..)
History
Bess was born on a large farm that specialized in breeding purebred bashkir curly horses. The beautiful filly was the pride and joy of the farm. She was adored and she knew it, but the humans adoration was only for her worth and her beauty. Now her dear mother was different. She told Bess to never give in, she said do what YOU love and if the humans don't accept this then fight for it. Bess never let these words leave her, she knew her mother was one of the wisest mares on the whole farm. Though at the time Bess thought the humans did love her for being her. Then came the accident. A new stable hand dropped his cigarette one evening, it spread through the straw and hay in minutes. Luckily it was around 5:00pm so many stable hands were still at the farm and none had gone home, or to their on the farm cabin to sleep. Sadly Bess was in one of the last stalls, the nicest stalls. When they got her out, at the last second, she had been badly burned. Her long, glimmering mane and tail were almost non-existent. Her gorgeous curly fur was nearly all burned off and her skin was burned pretty bad too. The owners, already infuriated with the loss of the barn, decided to sell their stock. Even Bess, she was no longer beautiful, she wouldn't win shows so she had no use. Bess finally realized that her mother was right and the people never really cared for her. No one wanted the responsibility of the burned mare and foal. Bess and her mother were quickly sent of to the auction as no one would buy them. Bess went out first, it wasn't looking good with the top bid being at $200. Suddenly a red haired womyn stood and the number $700 rang out. The meet buyers refused to pay so much for such a scrawny foal that would need treatment and such before shipping. Nyra was her buyers name, she had seen the potential in the poor young horse and was willing to put forth the effort to heal her. Bess watched worriedly as her mother came out on stage. Her heart nearly leapt from her chest as Nyra took her mother as well. The two were quite happy at Night Thorn Ranch, they had friends and Nyra obviously loved them for more than their appearance. Sadly her mother health was failing, she had not been properly treated after inhaling all the smoke and enduring the burns. Her dam was sick and she grew weaker by the day, Nyra could see this and was just happy the mare could have a peaceful end. One day her dam could not get up, Bess pleaded and prodded her mother."I shall not stand again my dear.....my time is now. I know you are safe now, you will never leave this place" she neighed softly to Bess. Bess shook her head but her mother turned and stuck her muzzle into her own mane. Bess watched in confusion as her mother worked away at something. At last she turned and at Bess's feet she placed a red ribbon. " This is from my old caretaker. She was an elderly womyn and the two of us had many great years together. I was sad when she stopped spending so much time with me, her visits were fewer and fewer, she never rode me anymore. One morning they brought her out to me, she looked like a corpse. Her touch was soft as she twined a red ribbon into my mane. She said to never forget her, I never saw her again but I have kept this from all these years, hidden beneath my mane so no one could take it" she wheezed painfully. "Now its yours my darling....remember me...." she never moved again. Bess was distraught as she took that slightly burned, weather worn ribbon of the ground. She would keep it with her as long as she lived. After Nyra had taken her mothers body away, Bess trotted over and nosed Nyra with the ribbon in her maw. Nyra stared in shock, she had been certain that she had seen something red in the dam's mane. "So that's what it was" she mumbled, reaching to take it. The filly snorted and turned her head, touching the ribbon to her mane. Nyra understood, she tightly entwined the red ribbon in the filly's lush black mane. Suddenly she rembered a poem, of a girl named Bess who had long black hair and a dark red love knot in it. "Bess" Nyra mumbled, at last finding a fitting name for her. Bess whinnied in a approval, eyeing the red ribbon with adoring eyes. She would never forget how special that ribbon was. (Sorry it got way longer than I was intending...)

Art
( Sorry is a little hard to see in places, just a quick sketch as mum hurried me to bed
http://www.irishhorsedrawncaravans.com/ ... essEng.gif - ref for harness
( Another quick one with my last edit, enjoy)
( Hope it's okay that I had to edit to add art, I could only add it via iPad and form was on the computer)