[j. bourne]

Welcome to the Fallen Oaks Farm Event
It is here that an illegal Euphorian Thoroughbred breeding operation was shut down by local authorities. All of the mares, stallions, and of age foals are in need of homes. There will also be some mares that still have their foals that need to be taken care of. Euphorian lovers from all over have come together to get homes for all of the animals. They've brought giant trailers and are ready and waiting to bring home a bunch of new faces. But before adopting, they must visit the trailer parking site. Welcome to Fallen Oaks Farm!

Information for each ERRP will be posted on their individual pages!

To win this strongly-bonded mare and colt pairing, tell me the story of meeting them for the first time! Minimum 300 words.

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Show Name:[/b]
[b]Barn Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b] Mare
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Height:[/b]
[b]Halter:[/b]
[b]Discipline:[/b]

[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Show Name:[/b]
[b]Barn Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b] Colt/Stallion
[b]Age:[/b] (when fully-grown)
[b]Height:[/b] (when fully-grown)
[b]Halter:[/b]
[b]Discipline:[/b]

[b]Link to Trailer Park Entry:[/b]
[b]Story:[/b]

Minimum 300 words. Ends September 1st.

[DeadlyArcana]

STRONG MARK

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Mark!

[TheUnsinkableShips]

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Mark ❤️

[♔Voltaire♔]

Username: ♔Voltaire♔
Show Name: Dearly Beloved
Barn Name: Malibu
Gender: Mare
Age: 8
Height: 16.2hh
Halter: Champagne (#F7E7CE) with silver buckles
Discipline: Western Pleasure

Username: ♔Voltaire♔
Show Name: Tenessee Tiger
Barn Name: Dorado
Gender: Colt/Stallion
Age: 4(when fully-grown)
Height: 17hh (when fully-grown)
Halter: Champagne (#F7E7CE) with silver buckles
Discipline: Barrel Racing

Link to Trailer Park Entry: XX
Story:

It was like watching a toddler try to keep grasp of his mother's finger as she walked on, watching the two peruse the makeshift paddock where the rescues were being kept. The young colt wouldn't leave her side, weaving in and out of her legs and rubbing up against her side. It was endearing, of course, however, we were rudely mistaken when we truly believe it would be an easy job to get them into our trailer.

It was no shock to my farmhands when I had immediately decided to take the dynamic duo into our fold. Being the woman I am I want to rescue as many of these buggers as I could, and I knew there were enough stalls and pasture space for the both of them and more. Hiking myself over the poorly staked fence, I approached them slowly, two leads dangling from my grasp. Both of their eyes were trained on my every move, and before a could blink, a small mischevious smile seemed to grace their features as the two split up and ran for opposite sides of the pasture.

I decided to go for the foal first, but his liquid-like body slipped past me every time, his mother even trying to catch me off guard by tripping me as I ran after him. He was much faster than I was, and I could only imagine how much potential he would have in the ring, however before I could even think of that I needed to catch him first. His mother was another story, her racehorse blood truly showing it's true colors as she raced circles around me and kicked dirt onto my shirt.


After watching me struggle for an hour, my farmhands and brother came to my aid, quickly grabbing the foal, and I finally wresting the playful mother into submission. Both seemed fairly satisfied with their fun, and I sighed.


This will be a fun ride home.

[watercliff]

Username: watercliff
Show Name: Seashells by the Seashore
Barn Name: Periwinkle
Gender: Mare
Age: 6
Height: 15.3hh
Halter: #CCCCFF please :)
Discipline: Cross Country

Username: watercliff
Show Name: A Little Dunmarine
Barn Name: Thecos
Gender: Colt/Stallion
Age: (when fully-grown) 3
Height: (when fully-grown) 17hh
Halter: #edb953 please!
Discipline: Show Jumping

Link to Trailer Park Entry: Click!
Story: The mare had lost her only foal as she was too sick to care for both herself and her baby, leaving her depressed and unwilling to do much. She had met the young colt as they were being trailered to be taken away; his mother passed due to disease just before they were all rescued and she immediately took him into her care. They became inseparable from that moment on.
Periwinkle had been given time in a cleaned out pen while the horses with worse conditions were taken away first, the young colt was deemed to be healthy enough to stay while she did and through that time their bond grew stronger; both teaching the others more and more each moment they had. Periwinkle taught Thecos about searching for the best bits of grass, how to roll to cool themselves down and shed their long-stuck coats. Thecos taught Periwinkle how to love and trust again; how to play and generally how to be a horse despite everything the two had been through.
When it came to them finally leaving, to be taken to a new place and one day find homes, the mare was nervous-aggressive about them being separated in the large trailer, whinnying, kicking and pawing until the colt was moved into her sight, only then did she calm down, nibbling at the colt’s mane affectionately all while checking if he was okay.

In the new pen, vets watched them as they were urged to walk and trot around, checking for any lameness that could be from injuries. Thecos would dart forward which urged Periwinkle after him, following the colt to stay close and keep him safe; from this, it was decided that they would stay together and be re-homed together to maintain the health and well-being of both horses; it was clear that they needed each other.

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[Queen Vivane]

Username: Queen Vivane
Show Name: Graphite Tower
Barn Name: Nerina
Gender: Mare
Age: 6
Height: 16hh
Halter: Gold with red accents
Discipline: Jumping

Username: Queen Vivane
Show Name: Ivory Twists
Barn Name: Berry
Gender: Colt/Stallion
Age: 4
Height: 16.3hh
Halter: Dark grey
Discipline: Reining

Link to Trailer Park Entry: Here
Story:
It was a rainy when they first met, Nerina remembered as the she could hear the drops as they hit the water bucket outside. The stall next to her had a heavily pregnant mare in, the poor thing due any day. Nerina watched over the mare, a silent companion, ready to escape her stall just to comfort the other horse. The last hour of daylight hit when the mare went down, causing the skinnier mare to take the bolt of her door in her teeth and pull it. Leaving the door to swing open with a creak of old wood. Edging out quietly she pulled did the same to her neighbours stall. Letting herself in so that she could stand guard and make sure no harm came to the other horse while she most vulnerable.

Nerina didn't know if she had a name, she'd only ever heard that filth of a human call her horse. With a snort she shook her head and focused on the mare who strained as contractions bit though her frame. Moving to stand next to the mare she gently began to groom her, offering reassurance through her actions all while watching the door like a hawk.

For hours she stayed with her fellow mare while the other went through her labor, remaining ever vigilant. Time seemed to inch by so slowly, Nerina felt she could almost see it passing that there was just one tiny thing that kept it from bring visible to her eyes. Finally with a grunt, the struggles ended and a foal entered the world. The filthy mare moved to stand in the doorway, so as to let her friend bond with her newborn foal. Watching as the exhausted mare found the strength to lick the little one clean and the two watched him wobble precariously as he attempted to stand for the first time.

Nerina felt no small measure of sorrow for the pair, it was likely that as soon the colt was weaned he would be taken from his mother. He would not be the first and surely not the last either. That did not mean that she would not watch out for him if or when her friend could not. She vowed on the day of his birth that if there came where his mother cold not care for him then she'd take him in as her own. Determination bit her as she watched mother and foal bond with one another, she'd do anything for them, even if it meant that she missed out on things in the process.

The colt came to be known as Berry in the coming weeks, the little one enduring hardships he should not have had to. Dealing with a tragedy after just 4 and half months of life. The loss of his mother due to the idiocy of the pathetic thing that the horses at the farm called an owner. Had it been that he had not gained a guardian on the day of his birth it may have been that Berry may have lost his life. Nerina refused and often gave the best bits of her sparse meals to the young colt. Allowing him to grow as strong as physically he possibly could with the rubbish conditions they lived in.

The pair lived as one another's family, having both lost their blood kin to neglect and stupidity. Berry and Nerina kept each other strong, neither allowing the other to give up on the idea of hope. That someday, someone would finally turn on the light and bring warmth into their lives. Both never gave up on that hope though many times they came close. That fateful day sprung upon them without warning, bringing people who spoke softly to them. Though Nerina chased off those that tried to take Berry away from her, by all accounts he had become her son. And she would stop at nothing to continue to protect him.

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[ExVenor]

Username: Half Tree
Show Name: -
Barn Name: Phioletta
Gender: Mare
Age: 7 years
Height: 16.3hh
Halter: surprise
Discipline:

Username: Half Tree
Show Name: -
Barn Name: Phelan
Gender: Colt/Stallion
Age: 3 years
Height: 17hh
Halter: surprise
Discipline:

Link to Trailer Park Entry: Tara ready for battle.
Story:
Tara walks with her two mastiffs trailing along beside her - Oslo keeping close enough his head bumps her fingers as they walk, Chacha making the caboose - and scans the temporary pens. She had brought a six-horse trailer with a promise to her fiance to try to keep it to only four horses coming home to their place. So far she hasn't broken the promise even after making a number of rounds and seeing quite a few horses catch her eye. There was still a lot of bumbling around by official volunteers and adopters alike. Trying to move animals around without losing where they went and who was adopting them, with the foals adding a whole new layer of stress.

She was keeping to the outskirts of the pens now since she has the dogs in tow this time and doesn't want to spook any flighty animals. A horse having slipped in the mud and gotten itself cast against the rotting boards that make up its paddock is what has her turning off her usual path and going into the little walking trail through the trees leading to the back of the property. Not because she didn't want to help, she did, but with two dogs in hand and a veritable army of people already rushing to aid she'd be in the way.

The soft ground of the trail - so overgrown it could be considered a game path - was spotted with hoofprints and piles of manure. They had been bringing a few horses through the trees to a setup of extra temporary fencing but had since started moving back to the main area as space became available when a horse was adopted and trailered. This is why she is surprised when a buff coloured animal comes crashing through the bushes ahead of them. At first, she thought it was a deer but as it veered towards her in its mad dash she realized it was actually a muddy foal. A foal that wasn't slowing down despite the cluster of creatures in front of it. She has to unclip and release Chacha and Oslo's leashes in a hurry so they can move out of the way to one side and she can throw herself to the other. The little shoulder still clipping her on the hip and knocking her on her backside.

She sits there for a moment stunned before turning to watch the foal veer back into the trees with an excited Chacha on its tail leash trailing behind her. Scrambling to her feet to give chase she curses under her breath at all the mud now covering her clothes and the fact her well-trained dog is clearly not as well-trained as she thought. Oslo at least waits for her to start following before running off ahead.

Tara spends 10 minutes tracking the wild chase her dogs and this foal are on, every time she thinks she's caught up they swerve or come dangerously close to running her down again. In the time she spends behind them she realizes what is sending this foal into a terrifying run, the little tattered blanket around his midriff. The back half looks like it had become caught on something and being as worn as it is the tear pulled it down off his rump. That shredded section was still intact at the bottom seams so it remained attached but hooked under his tail and pressing at the back of his legs.

Chacha wasn't usually the type to chase other animals but she had caught sight of this flapping bit of fabric and saw it as a toy. When the foal has to skid around a tree trunk she makes her move in getting a hold of it and hauling back on the material. The chase coming to a screeching halt as the tired foal can't pull a mastiff along behind him. One half does tear off at the bottom so it no longer wraps around his legs and Chacha shakes it triumphantly while holding the foal in place. Tara had just managed to reach the animals feeling relieved that the chase was finally over when a high pitched squeal followed by pounding thuds fills the area.

A pale mare comes tearing onto the scene teeth snapping and hooves flying at the dog threatening her foal. Chacha is no stranger to an angry mare and releases her new toy instantly while flying past Tara tail between her legs. Luckily for her, the mare isn't interested in giving chase changing focus to circle her foal and check over his trembling panting form while she watches Tara and Oslo calmly standing to the side. She is breathing heavily with ears pinned and rolling her eyes to watch them as she paces around her baby. When she stops pacing she has her colt tucked at her hip while facing off with the woman distrustfully.

Tara waits for a beat before glancing down at Oslo who watches the mare with equal levels of caution. Chacha is nowhere in sight but she would have gone back to the populated area so someone would have grabbed her or seen her at the least. She glances over at the mare again and crouches down slowly to click the leash off of her dog. Luckily someone had left a nice new halter on the mare when they first pulled them all out of the barn. Having left the halters and leads in the trailer after loading up her first horse Tara had to improvise to catch the loose horse, the leash would have to serve as a lead rope.

It takes some convincing but eventually she clips it onto the loop and the mare allows her to simply unclip the ruined blanket on her foal. It flops to the ground in a heap but the foal is already too tired to bolt a second time just lurching away to his dam's shoulder. The mare gives him a thorough inspection, nostrils flaring as she breathes him in. When she feels satisfied that he is safe and the threat is gone there is a visible shift in her demeanour. She was tired. One of the lucky mares that were strong enough to produce enough milk to sustain a foal's life even as their's started to eek away. The rush of chasing off a big bad dog and escaping her pen to follow him required a lot of the energy she had left in her.

When they go to investigate later they would find that the foal had managed to fit himself between the bars and wriggle out to freedom and torn the blanket in the process. When her foal went out of view the mare had panicked and thrown herself at the temporary fencing until a section of it came apart and fallen flat. Then charged after him by following the sounds of Chacha's play-growls and his unhappy squeals. She was bruised and sore on top of being too thin and dehydrated.

Tara's heart had broken at the sight of the fiery mare's head sagging in exhaustion so she takes her time bringing them over to her trailer where she pulls out an actual lead rope and loads up the mare and foal with food and water. She quickly runs to grab someone with the needed forms and fills them out to make it official before turning her attention to finding her missing dog.

[Lavellan]

Username: Laurara
Show Name: Mother's Martyr
Barn Name: Ama
Gender: Mare
Age: 6 Years
Height: 15.3hh
Halter: Pale Blue
Discipline: Dressage

Username: Laurara
Show Name: Sunlight's Son
Barn Name: Mac
Gender: Colt/Stallion
Age: 3 Years
Height: 16.2hh
Halter: Emerald Green
Discipline: Cross-Country

Link to Trailer Park Entry: Here!
Story:

The wind howled outside of the stable block, the leaves being whipped from the trees, the smaller branches being snapped from their trees.
Inside the stables, almost drowned by the wind outside, came the sharp breaths and low moans, the tell-tale sounds of labour coming from one of the stalls. Ama’s pale eyes rolled, her breaths shallow and fast. It had been a long, difficult pregnancy for the mare, made more difficult by the lack of care from her humans. Constant cribbing was her way of attempting to quell her boredom, which lead to several bouts of colic, often unnoticed until her extreme, desperate rolling. If that weren’t enough, laminitis developed later on in her pregnancy, treated by a foul tasting medication.
But, on this windy night, the mare thought her ideal would be over. She had been stall bound for a few weeks, her hormones telling her to steal the other mare’s foals, and was beyond excited to meet her new son or daughter. Pinning her ears as her body strained against itself, the wind continued to howl outside.
It took a few hours, but eventually, the pain subsided, but there came no noise. Rising herself onto her belly, she tried to look to the foal behind her, but she couldn’t see. Heart dropping to her hooves, she stood, her biggest fears sitting, motionless, on the hay behind her. A tiny, pale form, eyes closed as though they remained asleep, lay on the hay, and, no matter how much Ama nudged, the foal never stood.

A number of nights later, large eyes opened to a world that was all-too bright, blinking a number of times, the colt attempted to look around, to see where his momma was. She lay on the hay, coat covered in sweat, and, despite his soft calls, wouldn’t greet him back. Standing on trembling legs, he lowered his nose to her, hoping for her to rise and come to his side.
But she never did.
The next morning, there was chaos. Humans came and separated him from his momma, pulling him from her too-forcefully. He stood in the empty stall, trying desperately to see over the stall door. He couldn’t see what happened, and, despite his calls, his momma never answered. Hunger rumbled at his insides, but he had no way to combat it. After what seemed like forever on his own, he heard a soft sound, a reassuring nicker, a gentle sound. Standing on shaky hind legs, he rested his knees against the wooden doors, and was greeted by a gentle expression in pale blue eyes. He answered, knowing that this mare was not his momma, but she stretched her nose, as though trying to reach him, and he copied.
It took the humans a while to return, but when they opened the door to his stall, he pushed past them, moving closer to the kindly mare who had been keeping him company. The humans seemed to understand what was happening, and opened the mare’s stall. Mac skittered inside, clacking his teeth together, but there was no reason to tell her he was no threat. Her muzzle moved to his pelt, soaking in the scent of the colt, and he did the same, moving his little muzzle to her shoulder. It just took one deep breath for him to smell her milk, and, within seconds, he was suckling, soft tail flicking delightedly behind him.
Ama watched the colt with an expression that could only be described as adoration, and, when the humans at her stall door made a noise, she pinned her ears, baring her teeth in their direction. She had lost one baby, and now that she had gained one, would not lose another to them. Ama decided in that moment that she would never let humans separate them, and, even as the horses of Fallen Oaks were saved by police and volunteers, she kept Mac at her side.

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