[j. bourne]

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!

Username: ♔Voltaire♔
Show Name: For the Half Awake
Barn Name: Camila
Gender: Mare
Age: 4 years
Height: 17hh
Eye Color: Blue and Brown Sectoral Heterochromia
Phenotype: Sooty Buckskin Pangare Minimal Sabino with Gulastra Plume
Genotype: Ee/Aa/Crcr/Sbsb + pangare
Mane Type: Trimmed
Discipline: Mounted Search and Rescue
Halter: Champagne with Silver Buckles
Breeding Info: N/A
Edit List: N/A

To win this mare, tell me if she believes in ghosts or not and why! No word limit.

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Ends October 5th.

[certified]

Fat mark

[Half Tree]

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Ghosts: boo

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[Ringo.]

Username: Ringo.
Show Name: Salem Witch Trials
Barn Name: Salem
Gender: Mare
Age: 12 years
Height: 16hh
Discipline: Lesson Horse
Halter: Surprise me with something for Halloween
Ghosts:

"Ghosts you say?
Well, of course, I believe in ghosts! Only fools don't believe in them.
There's so much evidence that the afterlife walks amongst us.
I don't believe in hell nor heaven though, but I know there is an in-between.

I believed in ghosts since I was a tiny filly. I always saw things that weren't actually there.
The first experience I had with a ghost was when I was out in the pasture one night.
I was about, 7 months I believe?
Anyways, it was a very dark night, the moon was big and was bright enough to light up the area I was in.
I laid next to the small pond that was located in the middle of the field under a big old oak tree who we named Cherry.
It was a very quiet night. No crickets or cicadas to be heard.
I was dozing off when I thought I saw a shadow.

I looked over my surroundings but found nothing.
That's when I felt a light touch on my back, I turned my head as quickly as I could and I saw it.
A shadow of a tall stallion was standing over me. He must've been 18 hands. He bent his head down to gently nibble my mane.
He nickered happily before trotting away and disappearing into the night.
I never knew who that stallion was. I don't think I ever will, but deep down in my heart, I knew he was family.
I hope he's doing better and looking after all the other youngsters at that ranch.

The one question I always get is if I can still see ghosts since I could see them when I was younger.
The answer is indeed, yes. I can still see them very clearly and I can speak to them if I wish.
I do like to make sure they get their privacy and peace. Just because they’re dead doesn’t mean you shouldn’t respect them.
Some of the ghost at New Hope Acres like to just wander and watch the horses from afar. The rest like to watch after the foals. Or it’s mothers of foals that have passed trying to make sure their little one isn’t afraid and doesn’t feel alone.

I will never not believe in ghosts.
It's what leaves everyone guessing at the end of the day
The world is filled with possibilities, so why can't ghosts be one of them?"

[DeadlyArcana]

Username: Alhena
Show Name: A Conjured Spirit
Barn Name: Warren (properly named after Ed & Lorraine Warren)
Gender: Mare
Age: 6 yo
Height: 18.3 hh
Discipline: Trail Riding
Halter: Somethin spooky
Ghosts: yes!
Warren has always had what most people call a "six sense". She was more in tune with the other side and was known to talk to ghosts when she was younger. She was friends with a lot of passed horses who stayed on the property at the barn she used to live at, following them around and befriending most of them. However there were some spirits who were more malevolent and did not approve of Warrens ability to see or talk to them, as they just wanted peace. As she got older Warren lost touch with her six sense and would no longer see her friends and, eventually, could no longer be in touch with the other side. She still believes in ghosts and treats them with respect, always making sure to never upset them.

[Dumbdolphin]

Username: Dumbdolphin
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wip!

[♔Voltaire♔]

Username: ♔Voltaire♔
Show Name: For the Half Awake
Barn Name: Camila
Gender: Mare
Age: 4
Height: 17.0 hh
Discipline: Mounted Search and Rescue
Halter: (#F7E7CE) with silver buckles
Ghosts:

I have worked on the Search and Rescue force since I was able to stand, learning the ropes at a very young age and honing my skills as I aged. Of course, some of the techniques I couldn't master until I was older, but my handlers trained me to do minor obedience tasks so I was able enough to follow orders and fear nothing. I have never feared anything- spiders or the dark or lightning during the most violent of storms but... I never knew true fear until the night of November 13th.

Yeah, November thirteenth, on the most cliche day of the week for such a cursed number, but at that time I had paid no attention to the irony of it all. I was too busy having workers rushing around me and retrieving my work gear and other special equipment. Winter had come early that year, the snow up to my mid-leg and most of us were turned in early to the stables due to the expectations of more lake-effect. The sledding hills and ski resorts were thriving, but that night's snow prooved to be more fluffy than packed, and a young teenager was swallowed by a small avalanche that racked the ski hills. We had very little time to retrieve the boy before we were too late, so every second that went by was one wasted.


We made it to the hills in record time and without further hesitation we were scouring the premises, police already throwing up the bright yellow tape and pushing the army of reporters back for us. Search and Rescue Dogs were bounding through the snow, noses to the ground and then to the air and back down, their handlers in hot pursuit when they catch a scent. I was to carry stretchers and medical equipment, so I trailed behind with my rider. An hour had gone by with no luck, and we were becoming anxious; until a shrill bark had cut through the air and sent us all into a panic, lifting our legs in and out fo the thick snow so we could keep up with the dogs. The echo of the dogs' barks and the shouts of the men chasing behind had triggered an avalanche at that point, sending the brigade flying to avoid the dropping snow. I didn't make it in time, the wall of snow separating me from the rest of our group.

I remember how hard my heart rammed in my chest- I had never been separated from my handler or anyone for that matter on a job, even the worst of them. I had nowhere to turn, nowhere to seek shelter except for the dense treeline, so I made my way there, stumbling over the mounds of snow and wading through what I could until I hit the edge of the forest. It had grown darker by the time I made it to higher ground in those woods, and I was about to hesitantly settle down for the night. I slowly looked around me, scouting for bears and other things that went bump in the night, until I saw the silhouette of a young human standing off in the distance. My heart soared, and I had raced to them, the human whipping around quickly and running toward me as well, his cold arms wrapping themselves around my neck in a tight embrace at contact. When he looked up my heart had stopped- It was him. The boy we had looked for all day, and I was the one to find him. He looked up at me, his pale face illuminated in the fresh white moonlight and I breathed a sigh of relief, leading him to a small space where we could sleep for the night. He had made then made a fire, and nestled softly into my fur, the warmth of his breath and the solace of firelight lulling my aching body to sleep.

That morning when I had woken up, the fire had gone out save for a few warm embers, and the oby was gone. I jumped up, frantically looking, everywhere to see if he had gone off to get more kindling. I remember waiting there for what seemed like an eternity, hoping that he was just off finding resources, but after an hour of waiting, I knew I had lost him. Was he taken by a wolf at night? A bear? Begrudgingly I began to head back the way I had came from the night before, hoping I would find my group from the height I was at. It seemed like an eternity before I heard my name in the wind, and I began to rush toward the sound of it, tears fogging up my vision and burning my skin as they trailed down my cheeks.

I was soon reunited with my team, and I had immediately led them toward the campsite the boy and I had made, but when we got there... it was gone. No signs of smoke, no ash, and no embers. Just wet, cold earth and the sound of howling wind through the naked tree branches. My heart stopped, a chill racing down my spine and a million thoughts swimming around in my head. Where was it? It was there just an hour ago where could it be?

We had searched that area multiple times, but nothing had turned up. The whole way back to the base I was sorting through my thoughts, trying to piece together how in the world the campfire had disappeared in thin air, just like the boy. Making it back to the base was rough, but we had returned unscathed, and I was immediately fed and watered when I returned to my trailer. I felt the truck startup, and as we pulled out of the resort I looked back up at the rolling white hills, where I saw a teenager perched. It was like he knew I was watching, and slowly he raised his had and waved. My eyes widened and I began to shriek, trying to get my driver's attention.

"Camila, he's gone, love. We found him this morning. It's too late for him sweetie."

The world around me had stopped at that moment, the sound of my heart thumping wildly in my ears. Gone? He's there! He's right there, I see him! I kept my eyes on his waving form as we got farther and farther away until a sharp corner came up and he was out of my sight. When I was able to see again, he was there... And then all at once...he was gone.

I was never one for ghost stories or tales of the undead or silent apparitions. I never believed anything could be otherworldly, that the visual was the only thing existing. But that day will forever be engraved in my brain- his smell, the way his pale skin sparkled like the snowy world around us, and how I never really was able to say goodbye.

[Exotica.]

Username: Exotica.
Show Name: Cassie the Friendly Mare
Barn Name: Cassie
Gender: Mare
Age: 6 years
Height: 15.3 hh
Discipline: Eventing
Halter: Brown Leather
Ghosts:

When Cassie was a foal, she lived in a very old farm. This farm was notoriously haunted by all the souls of the thoroughbreds that were overworked or hurt on the race track. These thoroughbreds made sure to haunt the foals specifically, hoping to scare them away from racing so they didn't have the chance to get worked to death, or hurt in a race. Cassie was always so terrified that some day they would make their way into her stall! And then finally, when she was a month old, they did. They spooked her so bad that she ended up smacking into the wall, hurting her shoulder - thankfully her shoulder just got hit wrong and caused some bruising, so nothing serious. Once she made her way back to her hooves, the ghost thoroughbreds decided to use what she just went through as a comedic transition to try and relieve some of her nerves.
"Hey kiddo, take it easy! If you were to get seriously injured from that spook, you would've ended up like us!" the largest stallion nickered.
"Wh.. What are you doing in my stall?! I don't want any trouble." Cassie replied shakily.
"Don't worry little one," a kind mare replied, stepping toward her, "we're not here to cause any trouble. We just want to give you a little advice for your future so you don't end up joining us too soon."
"What do you mean..?" Cassie replied, a little less nervous.
"I was raised in the exact stall you're in now," a young stallion said. "I was a promising colt, expected to make a grand debut on the race track. But during training, the night before my first race, a fox ran out on the track and spooked me, causing me to misstep and break my leg."
"Now hone, I'm sure you know what happens to horses that break their legs right?" the kind mare murmured.
"N.. no..." Cassie replied.
"They.. they get sent to us," the mare said, "and spend the rest of time, watching as young fillies like yourself are brought to us too soon."
Cassie's eyes were huge with fear, "I'm not ready to join you guys! I don't want to!"
"Then listen closely little one," the mare said in a calming tone, "you must get out of the sport as quickly as possible. Show your owner that you have no interest in racing. That way, you won't even have to risk joining us early."
"And how do I do that?" Cassie asked.
"You're a smart filly, I know you'll be able to figure it out!" the young stallion said encouragingly.
"So, wait." Cassie paused, "You guys aren't bad? You're actually just here to try and save young foals like me?"
"Exactly." the kind mare replied, nuzzling up to Cassie.

From that day on, Cassie was no longer afraid of ghosts, and happily welcomed them into her stall. She's also successfully gotten out of the racing world and retired at Elysian Eventing, where she appreciates spending her days out in the pasture.

[BeatlemaniaFanatic]

Username: BeatlemaniaFanatic
Show Name: I Ain't Afraid of no Ghosts
Barn Name: Coxen
Gender: Mare
Age: 8
Height: 18.1
Discipline: Therapy Horse/Emotional Support Animal
Halter: #C4D4E0 please<3
Ghosts:
Coxen definetly believes in ghosts, but she isn't scared of them! When she was just a foal, her mother passed away in a freak tractor accident, leaving her all alone. One night as she lay alone in her stall, she saw a white mist materialize infront of her; she couldn't believe what she was seeing! She could make out a slight dark brown colour of the apparition, and after feeling a slight brush against her neck, she could tell it was her mother. She was ecstatic that her mother came to visit her, and hesitating, she stood up to greet the tall mare that stood upon her. She reached her head up, and felt a nuzzle underneath. She felt that everything would be okay, and to this stay still thinks about the encounter she had when she was once a young foal.

[watercliff]

big? mark??? i love her so much????