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Welcome to the Euphorian Retired Racehorse Project
Euphorian Thoroughbreds are a rare string of the Thoroughbred breed. They come from a single farm simply called “Euphoria” that has horses with mutated genes. These allow them to be able to possess any realistic coat or markings. Everything else about the sub-type is the same. Long, strong legs, a powerful hind, and great speed. Their eyes are soft and the breed is incredibly smart, if not a bit goofy. They love kids and have the rare ability to excel in any discipline. They can grow from 15hh-18hh, though usually somewhere in the middle.
The horses readopted through the Euphorian Retired Racehorse Project are looking for a new loving home and a new job. They’ve tried racing and have either retired or decided the sport wasn’t for them. Either way, they are ready for the next chapter in their life. Some of these horses will come with a little training already, and will have their new discipline already determined. Although others you’ll get to pick how they move forwards!

Owner: roony
Show Name: Angel's Glory
Barn Name: Cappuccino
Gender: Mare
Age: three years old
Height: 17.1hh
Eye Color: jadeite
Phenotype: Cremello dun tovero
Genotype: ee/Aa/CrCr/DD/Ff/Toto/Oo
Discipline: reining
Halter: jadeite w/gold hardware
Edits:
- western mane
- perked ears
Breeding Info:
- homozygous cream
- homozygous dun
- carries flaxen

[TheUnsinkableShips]

Username: TheUnsinkableShips
Show Name: Starfish and Coffee
Barn Name: Butterfly
Age: 9 years Old
Discipline: Eventing/Horseball (being trained for horseball - shows good aptitude)
Halter: Coral, on the more orange side
Special Event:
As it happened, it wasn't anything grand or out of the ordinary. It was a mundane event, and yet, Butterfly can't help but tag the moment as one of the most influential of her life. It was a beautiful day in the meadow, with birds and butterflies dancing about in the sky when it happened. She was lost in her mind in the corner of the pasture, dozing off in the shade as flies buzzed lazily around her ears, when the gate opened. It was hard to miss with it's ancient squeaking harolding it's opening, and so, Butterfly meandered up the meadow, presuming she was to be taken to be ridden.

However, upon arriving at the front of the gate, she was mistaken. Instead of her owner, beckoning her forward into her coral halter, it was a new mare, a shy looking roan with birdcatcher spots and deep blue eyes. She hovered near the gate, large eyes darting around in fear.

"Who are you?" Butterfly asked. The mare froze, backing up into the fence.

"I-I'm..." The mare lowered her head. "Dew" she whispered softly.

"Well, Dew, welcome to my pasture! I think you and I are going to be good friends." The mare's ears flipped forward gently, head raising slightly, eyes wide and hopeful.

"Really?" She asked softly.

'Definitely" Butterfly replied with a nicker.

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[frogpeex]

Username:Social Unicorn
Show Name:Patchywind
Barn Name:Rainy
Age:3 years
Discipline:dressage
Halter:hot pink
Special Event:-

[BadgerBuddies]

Dropping out, I’m sorry</3

[CheeseyChelsey]

Username: Allenula
Show Name: GOS Sunset Background
Barn Name: Sunset
Age: 6 years old
Discipline: Show Jumping Bitless, Halter
Halter: A light pink
Special Event: Another race..that's all she did, other then graze with other mares. She hated racing..
The jockey was harsh on her mouth, which later cause her to hate bits, making her freak out near one due to the bit abuse.
She remembers this one race, the only mare and a bunch of tall stallions. She was always the calm type, and the type that had good knees..
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Sunset is talking..
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The bell rang..OFF THEY GO IN THE...! The man's voice echoed. The bell always scared me..it was loud, right in your ear. The fact you are around stallions, the very tall ones, is even more scary. I always raced with other short mares, and did well. I don't know why they changed that. I was running by a chestnut stallion, I think. It was raining when we entered the gate. I hated the feel of mud. Once we made it around the first turn, it was...horror. I was in the middle of group of stallions, one in front of me and back of me. I then tripped, I was-it's hard to speak about what happened. My jockey was no longer with us. I was then retired due to my bad knees after the fall. I was a brood mare for not that long. My first foal was sold at a low price due to my racing career. I was then later sold to find a new home, where they treated me like a queen. Soon the stables was sold, now I am trying to find a new place called home..Grand Oaks Stable sounds nice..
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[♔Voltaire♔]

Username: ♔Voltaire♔
Show Name: Lady Marmalade
Barn Name: Apricot
Age: 4
Discipline: Trail
Halter: Champagne (#F7E7CE)
Special Event:

She can remember the day clearly as if it were yesterday, a fresh memory that she'll always hold close to her heart. She can remember just how fresh the smell od the air was, the sun on her weary shoulders, and the small wobbly foal trying to get to her feet. The poor young one's knees were green from the freshly cut grass, but she was persistent, slipping every once and a while on the moist terrain. Apricot couldn't help but smile- her life had been full of wonderful moments, but the birth of her little surprise filly was by far the highlight of her entire existence.


She can still remember the look of terror and surprise on the farmhand's faces- they weren't expecting the small kiddo to be here already, maybe in half a week, but here she was; already standing and finding her first meal. The new mother smiled softly to herself, watching mirthfully as her farmhands rushed into the birthing barn to prep it. Looking down once more at her little surprise she let out a soft sigh, thinking of how her life could get more perfect than this.

[roony]

username: roony
show name: angel's glory
barn name: cappuccino
age: three years old
discipline: reining
halter: eye color
special event: earning her first gold ribbon

indentthe day had begun like any other. the mare in question had been haltered and eased in the sidelines of the dusty arena. a rambunctious snort emanated to cappuccino's left, to which she reared her head in the direction of her neighboring foe; the iron rebel. his most defining trait was his coat, as black as night, a painted star stroke from between his dark eyes down to the end of his muzzle. in that moment, the cream-colored mare knew that her competition would reign difficult. though she was young in her years, she knew how to defy the competition in flying colors.
indentcappuccino's recent performances with her rider had resulted in many trips and scares, though the mare had remained confident. the poor outcome of her rider withstood the same mindset, and together, they worked as one to finally make their first mark in their growing history of reining.
indentreining was considered one of the more cultured affairs of discipline. it required an amble amount of companionship and dependence between the horse and its rider, the couple practically working as one to coordinate with the roundabouts and halts that came their way. it had been recently announced that the iron rebel was to make his introduction, his rider in toe as he gently tugged on the stallion's halter, teasing a slight nicker upon making his way past cappuccino. though the mare had remained indifferent, she knew that he'd been trained for a much longer period of time, his name following every poster titled "reining competition."
indentcappuccino knew what she was up against, and her fiery spirit always got the better of her. sure, the iron rebel was a token in the rink, but that didn't mean she couldn't stand a chance. at least, not in her eyes. both her and her guider watched as the stallion trotted with ease, his gait quickly advancing into a canter as he dodged the barrels left and right. roars of appraisal followed the haughty stallion, his head anchoring upward as soon as he past cappuccino, confident that his performance took the cake.
indentthe cream mare knew that all he wanted to do was get into her head. "angel's glory!" the announcer shouted, indicating to her guider to exit the outer corral of the arena. cappuccino began with a casual trot, giving her audience a wave of curiosity until she was greeted with her first obstacle. the familiar commands of her trusted guider kicked her into a complete focus of her actions, gliding around the barrels with grace. the crowd cheered, much louder than that of the iron rebel's performance. hers was colored flawless, almost feeling as though she'd been dancing on clouds once her execution came to its conclusion.
indentcappuccino had been beaming with pride, as was her guider. a gentle brush on the cheek indicated that she, too, had acknowledged her grand obedience. the announcer had followed the commands of the presenter, who'd previously granted the blue ribbon to the iron rebel. there appeared to be a scowl upon his handler's features, knowing that his winning streak had sadly come to an end. it was difficult to infer the expression of a horse, but it had been evident that the iron rebel wasn't in his best of spirits.
indentfinally, it had been cappuccino's turn. when the presenter had bestowed the golden ribbon upon her halter, a buoyant whinny escaped the mare's muzzle. the final claps and cheers of the audience in volume had increased tenfold, feeding into the mare's ego like a dog gifted with a bone.
indentthis had been, in theory, the angel's glory's special event; a day neither her nor her handler would change for the world.

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thank you guys for entering^
the winner of this gal is roony^

[roony]

thank you guys for entering^
the winner of this gal is roony^

aa ty !! <3