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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: ♔Voltaire♔
Show Name: Salt and Pepper
Barn Name: Polly
Gender: mare
Age: 8 Years Old
Height: 15.2 hh
Eye Color: Gold Rush
Phenotype: Black Leopard Appaloosa
Genotype: EE/aa/Lplp
Mane Type: Long
Discipline: Barrel Racing
Halter: Champagne with Silver Buckles
Breeding Info:
- dominant for Extension (EE)
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[♔Voltaire♔]

Username;; ♔Voltaire♔
Show Name: Salt and Pepper
Barn Name: Polly
Gender: Mare
Age:8
Height: 15.2hh
Halter:Champagne (#F7E7CE) with silver buckles!
Discipline: Barrel Racing
Competition:

It's difficult enjoying the rain when you cannot hear it.

From what I have read, the sound of rain varies depending on what it hits; and here at Sonata Stables, the rain sounds wonderful when it hits the tin roof of the garage. At least that's what Cossette told me. She has been working diligently to be able to talk to me through sign language and head motions, and it's pretty endearing seeing her point to things she refers to when she doesn't know the word for it. She tries her best, and that's all I can ask for. She's the only one I have ever known who has even bothered to try.

Cosette found me alone in the corner of the pasture, and it took her a while to realize I was deaf but she did her best to try and talk to me, to make me feel at home. She even introduced me to some others, who are working with Cosette to learn sigh for me, even if they think they are doing so secretly. What wonderful individuals.

I arrived at Sonata Stables about a week ago. My late handler had succumbed to a childhood illness that ended up taking her once she became old and frail, leaving me with no one who wanted to care for me. No one wants a horse who can't hear, one that cannot listen even if she tried- at least that's what I thought until I met Cosette and the handlers at SS. They took me in, bathed and fed me and gave me a place to call my own and never looked at me with a single ounce of frustration that I couldn't hear like the rest. I was loved, cared for, and appreciated like any other horse here. The others like to send a smile my way, and I wish I could talk to them and hear their voices, but I am stuck thinking of the possibilities; making up voices in my head for those who dare to care.


I can feel the rain and smell it, and see it outside the windows. It's fogging up the glass and it's tough to really make out that shed but I still wonder what it sounds like. How it feels to hear, and be heard by others. But I can't. And that's okay. For now I will keep dreaming, imagining what it sounds like to hear the rain.

[HarperTheKiv]

Username;; Ghouly_
Show Name: Hot Polka Dot
Barn Name: Dottie (also called Mrs spot or pip)
Gender: mare
Age: 9 years old
Height: 16 hh
Halter:soft pastel pink
Discipline: Cross Country as well as being a registered Teacher/Trainer horse, perfect for teaching people how to command their horse through body language rather than voice, and is an old soul, perfect with kids and gentle.

Competition: she was always quite timid with other horses after being born deaf, she got kicked by a horse out in the paddock and received a broken rib which prompted her to be kept in for much longer then most foals when release day comes around. She became nervous and didn't know how to socialise with other horses, struggling to communicate with others due to her deafness so she is prone to making mistakes and gets kicked, bit or bullied by a few of the other horses, tho she is very keen with body language and can usually stay out of trouble. There was always two mares who pestered her relentlessly as she grew up, so the owner decided to take her out of the paddocks and gave her a small field to herself tho she soon became lonely and would paw at the fence for hours or pace back and forth with no one to keep her company, so they gave her a small black Shetland pony friend, who was blind in one eye but still had a spunky character and loved being by her side and running around the field. She got used to them pretty quick and loved spending time with them, they even shared a barn stall for turning in at night so she wouldn't get separation anxiety. Nowadays they are inseparable. she reads all the body messages or signals her Shetland friend gives off when someone is in the field or when food is out etc, she is quite reliant on them and has found a friend for life.

She soon got taken into a teaching program to raise awareness and to teach others how to help their deaf or blind horses etc, she was excellent at it due to her gentle nature and being patient with people getting used to how to command her, tho her Shetland friend had to come along of course, they would usually be in there with her or letting younger riders pet them and learn about their disability. The two make for a funny pair when off duty running around the field like a bunch of foals, Sheldon (the Shetland gelding) is not put off by the larger horses size and never has been, he can even be bossy towards her, shoving her about or biting at the ankles to get his way, but he is protective and looks out for his larger friend.

Not quite linked to her deafness, but she also has quite an infatuation with the barn cats at the stables, who are there for pest control and are usually adopted strays. She loves seeing them and tries to follow them around when she can, and adores when they come over to visit her. One of the cats that lives there is a ginger tabby, called Eggs, and they will actually sit on the stall door to see her, and let her rub her muzzle on them and share nuzzles and licks. the cat usually comes around every morning to see her before going off on its duties. She is pretty attached to the cat and will usually be in a sad mood if they do not come around to see her that day.

[Lavellan]

Username;; Lavellan
Show Name: Beethoven's Best
Barn Name: Symphony
Gender: Mare
Age: 4 Years, 5 months
Height: 17.2hh
Halter: Pale Blue
Discipline: Dressage
Competition:

I didn’t know what to do to prepare the barn for the incoming mare. I knew that the spotted mare who would be arriving was deaf, but other than that, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Would she be social and enthusiastic, or would she be timid and reclusive?
Chewing on my lip as I stood outside the stall I was prepping, wondering if there was anything I could do for the mare that would help her, my best option just stuck her head out of her stall door. Lytte, my sweet therapy mare, watched me with her kind, thoughtful eyes.
Of course! I needed to create a little... committee, I guess, of horses to help her relax into herd life. I had a lot of different, strong personalities here, and with a mare who may have difficulties, I needed to ease her in.
But... Who to pick? Tajna was shy and nervous herself, with very few social skills, so she wasn’t a great choice. Cremini was just... Well, a brat, so she was out. Shrike was a flighty, nervous gal, but was gentle. Latte was a ball of energy, so she might just explode with the excitement at the introduction to a new face. Fleur was an amazing choice, the sweet little mare a firm favourite of all the people, but she could be a little overbearing.

So, the morning of her arrival, I led Lytte, Shrike and Fleur into one of the smaller pastures, the mares not particularly best friends with one another but always friendly with others. The trio relaxed into the pasture together, sharing their time together as they grazed.
The trailer arrived, and the spotty mare unloaded. I didn’t bring her straight to a stall, instead bringing her to the pasture. If she attached to any of these mares, perhaps I could stall them next to one another.
Lytte was the first head up, her dark ears pricked as she regarded the newcomer. She let out a soft nicker, unanswered by the appaloosa mare, and began to move forward, but Symphony pulled back, ears flicking back in fear. Lytte stopped, confused, but lowered her head again, not pushing.
I slipped the halter off the spotted mare, and was followed swiftly back to the gate. I pushed her nose softly away from my shoulder as I slipped out of the pasture, stroking her velvety muzzle softly. I murmured to her, even though I wasn’t sure that she could hear me, and, when she noticed us, Fleur, strode over, a whinny demanding the newcomer’s attention. But it was something that she didn’t get, and when she came into her view, Symphony jumped at what, to her, was the sudden appearance of the other mare, spooking across the pasture to flee from her.
I watched the three mares return to their grazing, but Symphony remained agitated and nervous, clearly torn between coming to me, beginning to graze and continuing to run. Lytte and Fleur gave her occasional looks or attempted to approach, but Shrike just continued to graze, not paying the other mare any mind.
Which gave me an idea.
Calling Lytte and Fleur over, I slipped their halters back on, leading them into an adjoining pasture. When I returned, Symphony had stopped her running, just standing, unsure.
Shrike raised her golden head, blinking slowly, nostrils flaring with a soft breath. And, whatever sign that seemed to be, it calmed the spotted mare. Symphony lowered her head, toying with the grass between her rubbery lips.

And from that moment, the pair were sealed at the hip. Shrike, nervous and flighty in her way, calmed in the presence of the deaf mare, and Symphony brought a light to the birdlike mare, bringing out a playfulness and a joy in her that I had never seen. And, when together, they were unstoppable, both radiating confidence instilled by the other and giving them the ability to interact with the other horses without shying away.
I didn’t think horses could have best friends... Until I introduced these two to each other.

ok, i got carried away...
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[DeadlyArcana]

congratulations Voltaire! Your story lowkey made my eyes tear up (': I will update the halter in a bit <3