[Half Tree]

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: watercliff
Show Name: Pig In The Mud
Barn Name: Dots
Gender: Stallion
Age: 11 years
Height: 15hh
Eye Color: Polar
Phenotype: Cremello Blanket Appaloosa
Genotype: ee aa CrCr Lplp
Mane Type: Cropped
Discipline: Trail
Halter: Pink w/Gold
Breeding Info: They are dominant for cream [CrCr] they will always produce cream diluted foals.
Edit List: Flipped ears, tongue

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September 26th!

[certified]

What a babe, Tree

Username;; certified
Show Name: The Epitome of Escape
Barn Name: Houdini
Gender: Stallion
Age: 8
Height: 18.2hh
Halter: surprise me
Discipline: Endurance riding
Competition:
"He's a ladies man alright," one of the helping hands at White Orchard said.
Houdini had been introduced to the horses that resided at White Orchard a few times prior to officially trying to adopt him. He had been involved in racing and somehow injured his leg beforehand and after being taken to the vet, they said they could help, what luck! but his leg would never been the same and he couldn't race any longer.
Houdini had gotten along with everyone just fine, except some of the stallions were slightly jealous that all the mares hadn't swooned over them when they got taken in. What was the difference? His cream colored spooty booty?

While the hands were talking about whatever it is humans talk about, Houdini was getting familiar with the ladies. Halo, Casstielle, and Hannah were all surrounding him, commenting on his gorgeous cremello coat, and his bright beautiful blue eyes, the other stallions huddled on the other side of the pasture, jealous of the stallion, basking in all his glory.

The ladies had all introduced themselves, and when Houdini went walking, they were all trailing right beside him. Little did they know, he was just a flirt and enjoyed making his competition jealous.
Before he came here, he had never had much attention paid to him from so many beautiful ladies, let alone one. So all he could do was bask in the glory of feeling handsome. And little did his "competition" know, he really didn't want to seriously step on any hooves. He just enjoyed getting a rise out of them, seeing them getting frustrated that it wasn't them being surrounded and doted on.

The girls would bicker with each other while he took a break from them to eat or sleep or just take a walk by himself, angry that they all wanted the same stallion and they absolutely would not share him with the others. He was going to be one of theirs and they were set on it. He'd occasionally look back at the ladies, smile and wink, sending them into a frenzy of who he was actually directing his smile to.

A couple weeks passed by, the same behavior continuing from the mares, and they gradually got more aggressive with each other. Nipping, biting, stomping, and even charging at and trying to kick each other. Eventually he decided, it was time to stop the games.
He gathered the ladies together, all of them suspecting he'd finally choose one of them.

"I'm not a toy. I cannot simply be claimed. I am more than just a potential mate. I am a retired Euphorian Thouroghbred with a heart and feelings of his own. And I admit, it was wrong to come in acting flashy and like I was the hottest thing to walk this Earth. It was wrong of me to make these other stallions jealous on purpose, when I really don't want any of this. I'm happy to be friends, but until you ladies grow up, you don't stand a chance at being my life partner. All of us. Our behavior upon my arrival was shameful."

The mares' eyes were wide. Hannah looked like she was about to cry, Casstielle taking it with a grain of salt, and Halo just seemed kind of bored but intrigued to know and hear feedback on the way she handled things.

Casstielle suddenly piped up. "But we can all be friends at least, right?"

Houdini smiled and nodded. "Yes of course. But this can't be happening again. We're all grown ups and we shouldn't be acting like yearlings, for crying out loud."

Halo nodded in agreement. "You're right. We all acted awful. I apologize for my part in all of this."

Hannah remained silent, still quietly salty that it didn't turn out how she wanted it to.

Casstielle smiled and apologized at well.

Houdini smiled at them all, relieved he no longer had to put up a flashy front, nodded his head in their direction and turned away to go make friends with all the stallions. He never had bro friends. And he sincerely looked forward to having friends and a role to play at White Orchard. He was able to make things right, and only then was he truly happy. He realized being flashy and a ladies man didn't really get you anywhere and he went about making friends the wrong way.

[♔Voltaire♔]

Username;; ♔Voltaire♔
Show Name: Forever Young
Barn Name: Loki
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5
Height: 16.3hh
Halter: Champagne (#F7E7CE) with silver buckles <3
Discipline: Cutting
Competition:

wip

[watercliff]

Username;; watercliff
Show Name: Pig in the Mud
Barn Name: Dots
Gender: Stallion
Age: Eleven
Height: 15hh
Halter: #fddde6 please<3
Discipline: Trail Horse
Competition: Dots flicked his tail playfully like a dog wagging its tail; trotting pridefully around Francesca as she tried to catch him. He always enjoyed playing chase, the game was always silly to him and despite it tiring his handler out she kept participating in the game. All she had to do was touch him! Dots found her quite silly.

He jumped up and bucked, tail high in the air as he transitioned into a canter, watching Francesca while he bounced to a stop; bobbing his head while sticking his tongue out, playing with it. Francesca took the opportunity to grab his short mane and stick his halter on him; leading him out as he walked politely beside her now that their game was over. He stood calmly as she tacked him up, playing with his breastplate as Frannie tried to adjust it to fit; enjoying the look she’d offer each time he’d do something like this, “You’re eleven years old!” He’d hear almost every day. “Not three! Come on, Dots, stand still.”

“Dots, let go of my hair.”

He bobbed his head as he continued trying to catch her gingery red hair in his mouth, each time he’d be swatted away; at least once she took the soft brush and threaten him with it, tapping his nose and muttering about him. He was at least easy with his bit, taking it in his mouth without a fight as he flicked his ears forward, watching as Hunter approached the two; giving Francesca her water bottle as his stallion Hershey bobbed up behind him. The two stallions sniffed at each other’s noses, Hershey licking the older stallion and nibbling at his short mane; saying hello and being friendly.
Hunter helped his sister with the rest of the tack before putting his bare-back pad on Hershey and doing up the girth, the younger horse already had a dog leash with the hook attached to the loop in replacement of the just previously broken neck rope; the siblings often used dog leashes as lead lines.

They rode through the trails on the property, Hunter and Hershey trotting up ahead as the older boy walked slow. Francesca scratching at him as he investigated little rabbit holes and a woodpecker, at one point a small hummingbird had come to check out his ear before Dots tried to lick it; scaring it off as fast as it came by. After a while of walking Frannie clicked him into a trot, jogging on the flat path as they looked for Hunter and his therapy horse, which they never did come across.

The two had found the clearing, The horse standing as his handler removed his bridle; looping it on the horn of the saddle and doing her best to keep it secure before whistling, turning her heels into Dots sides and he jumped into action, galloping through the clear space as Francesca grinned wildly.

Dots tail was high in the air as he ran, it’s something that he truly did love; whinnying as he began to slow down, taking a wide turn as the young woman patted his neck, keeping him in a canter as they made their way back.

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Dots was laying on his side after rolling in his own poops and fresh bedding, breathing happily while still rubbing his head on the floor. Today he was supposed to have the day off to rest for a group of kids came to ride him; Francesca and Hunter had decided to hold a Halloween camp on their property, offering riding lessons, candy and scares to anyone who attended. Scares they would get. Dots had seen Hunter’s costume, using cosmetics and false skin to make himself look unrecognizable; it had scared the stallion and sent him back down the pasture, he liked it better when he had the mask on.

Dots had a young boy on his back, holding tight to the horn of the saddle as Francesca told a scary story. Everyone was in costume, and Dots was dressed as a pig; equipped with a curly tail and little piggie nose. He knew that Hunter was riding Francesca’s mare, Blue, who had the perfect attitude to be an “evil steed”, often rearing and walking with her ears pinned back against her skull; bright eyes glaring at anyone who got too close. He was excited to see the mares’ costume.

They were around a fire, the horses grazing and listening to everything around them while Francesca carried on with her story, the horses began panicking in the small pen they were in; Dots whinnying as he watched Blue and Hunter come into sight; scaring the kids right into their tents. They called it a night after that.
Dots felt always amused with them, always playing silly games and getting toys to figure out and learn. Especially the funny one that they put in front of the feed room. He learned how to get past that puzzle toy very fast.

[possibly still a wip, I love him!<3]

[HowlToTheWind]

Username;; HowlToTheWind
Show Name: MLS Add A Bit of Madness
Barn Name: Wilford
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6 years
Height: 16hh
Halter: Hot pink
Discipline: Western pleasure
Competition: wip!! <3

[conversett]

Username;; conversett
Show Name: northern glare
Barn Name: ammil
Gender: Stallion
Age: 8 years
Height: 17.2 hh
Halter: icy blue with silver buckles
Discipline: western pleasure
Competition: wip!

[Half Tree]

Username;; watercliff
Show Name: Pig in the Mud
Barn Name: Dots
Gender: Stallion
Age: Eleven
Height: 15hh
Halter: #fddde6 please<3
Discipline: Trail Horse
Competition: Dots flicked his tail playfully like a dog wagging its tail; trotting pridefully around Francesca as she tried to catch him. He always enjoyed playing chase, the game was always silly to him and despite it tiring his handler out she kept participating in the game. All she had to do was touch him! Dots found her quite silly.

He jumped up and bucked, tail high in the air as he transitioned into a canter, watching Francesca while he bounced to a stop; bobbing his head while sticking his tongue out, playing with it. Francesca took the opportunity to grab his short mane and stick his halter on him; leading him out as he walked politely beside her now that their game was over. He stood calmly as she tacked him up, playing with his breastplate as Frannie tried to adjust it to fit; enjoying the look she’d offer each time he’d do something like this, “You’re eleven years old!” He’d hear almost every day. “Not three! Come on, Dots, stand still.”

“Dots, let go of my hair.”

He bobbed his head as he continued trying to catch her gingery red hair in his mouth, each time he’d be swatted away; at least once she took the soft brush and threaten him with it, tapping his nose and muttering about him. He was at least easy with his bit, taking it in his mouth without a fight as he flicked his ears forward, watching as Hunter approached the two; giving Francesca her water bottle as his stallion Hershey bobbed up behind him. The two stallions sniffed at each other’s noses, Hershey licking the older stallion and nibbling at his short mane; saying hello and being friendly.
Hunter helped his sister with the rest of the tack before putting his bare-back pad on Hershey and doing up the girth, the younger horse already had a dog leash with the hook attached to the loop in replacement of the just previously broken neck rope; the siblings often used dog leashes as lead lines.

They rode through the trails on the property, Hunter and Hershey trotting up ahead as the older boy walked slow. Francesca scratching at him as he investigated little rabbit holes and a woodpecker, at one point a small hummingbird had come to check out his ear before Dots tried to lick it; scaring it off as fast as it came by. After a while of walking Frannie clicked him into a trot, jogging on the flat path as they looked for Hunter and his therapy horse, which they never did come across.

The two had found the clearing, The horse standing as his handler removed his bridle; looping it on the horn of the saddle and doing her best to keep it secure before whistling, turning her heels into Dots sides and he jumped into action, galloping through the clear space as Francesca grinned wildly.

Dots tail was high in the air as he ran, it’s something that he truly did love; whinnying as he began to slow down, taking a wide turn as the young woman patted his neck, keeping him in a canter as they made their way back.

--
--

Dots was laying on his side after rolling in his own poops and fresh bedding, breathing happily while still rubbing his head on the floor. Today he was supposed to have the day off to rest for a group of kids came to ride him; Francesca and Hunter had decided to hold a Halloween camp on their property, offering riding lessons, candy and scares to anyone who attended. Scares they would get. Dots had seen Hunter’s costume, using cosmetics and false skin to make himself look unrecognizable; it had scared the stallion and sent him back down the pasture, he liked it better when he had the mask on.

Dots had a young boy on his back, holding tight to the horn of the saddle as Francesca told a scary story. Everyone was in costume, and Dots was dressed as a pig; equipped with a curly tail and little piggie nose. He knew that Hunter was riding Francesca’s mare, Blue, who had the perfect attitude to be an “evil steed”, often rearing and walking with her ears pinned back against her skull; bright eyes glaring at anyone who got too close. He was excited to see the mares’ costume.

They were around a fire, the horses grazing and listening to everything around them while Francesca carried on with her story, the horses began panicking in the small pen they were in; Dots whinnying as he watched Blue and Hunter come into sight; scaring the kids right into their tents. They called it a night after that.
Dots felt always amused with them, always playing silly games and getting toys to figure out and learn. Especially the funny one that they put in front of the feed room. He learned how to get past that puzzle toy very fast.

[possibly still a wip, I love him!<3]

Congrats! Dots is an adorable name and I love how playful he is. <33

Thank you everyone for entering! <33

[certified]

Congrats Toby!!

[watercliff]

doin' a cry, I love him so much,,lil piggie man,,thank you so much, tree<3<3