[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: SpartanAmethyst
Show Name: ARR Shatterstar
Barn Name: Sirius
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5 years
Height: 16.1hh
Eye Color: Brown
Phenotype: Greying Silver Sooty Dappled Bay Pangare
Genotype: EE/Aa/ZZ/Stysty/Gg + pangare
Mane Type: Cropped
Discipline: 3DE
Halter: Blue Gradient with White Dots and Silver Buckles
Breeding Info: Dominant for black [EE] and will always produce black-base foals.
Dominant for silver [ZZ] and will always produce silver foals.
Edit List: Trimmed Tail and Tongue

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Ends January 4th.

[watercliff]

Username: watercliff
Show Name: Peace Was Never An Option
Barn Name: Goose
Gender: Stallion
Age: Six
Height: 15.2hh
Discipline: Team Cross Country
Halter: Black with a White cheekpiece (like a gooses face!)
Encounter:

Goose was a little unnamed colt, still in the dam pastures with his mother and all of the other curious foals. He was born a bit later in the season, everyone else was much bigger than him still, so he was often outcast from the other rougher kids. He didn't mind, though, and was often found playing in the pond and jumping around it; he liked to chase the birds when they flew, interested the most in ducks, until he met a goose. He was cantering to the water, playing with a young filly and trying to get her to go in; it was safe, the worst thing you might find in the water is a worm, or grass. There were a few geese sat in the water, proud looking with their young. The filly tried to get Goose to come back, but he wouldn't listen, curiously sniffing around the little geeselings until an angry dad approached, making a quiet growling before seeming to calm and allow the foal. Ever since then, he was called Goose by the breeders, so he would always be remember as the Goose Whisperer.

every year on halloween hes dressed up as a goose with a golden egg in one of his saddle bags. i cant get over that idea man it sounds so cute

[Namida_☾]

Mark<3

[HarperTheKiv]

U did amazing in the dapple <3

Username: Ghouly_
Show Name: Winters Splendor
Barn Name: Star Brigade aka Nova, gets called either. Star brigade is more of an official name title whereas nova is more of a formal nickname
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5 years 2 months
Height: 17.2 hh
Discipline: Show Jumping
Halter: dark brown leather, black metal
Encounter: the first time this brazen Stallion met a goose would have to be back when he was a week old colt. Safe to say the encounter did not end too well for the plucky lad.
It had been raining all day, so he was getting angsty and couldn't wait to get out of his stall, so when the rain finally stopped he and his mother were allowed out into the pasture. There were puddles gallore and the colt did his best to splash in each and every one of them. The paddock was slightly down hill, so of course where the water led, the colt followed. It built up into a small pool at the bottom of the field and despite his mother's best efforts to keep him away form it and more up hill, he slid and ended up down at the pool and went about his business nosing about and splashing in it despite his mother calling at him.
Because of the water build up that had went unnoticed, a family of geese and ducks had taken up recidents there. It was during the season where birds were raising their fledglings and chicks, and unfortunately for him, his first goose encounter had him up against a rather protective mother goose, who subsequently chased him away from her brood. She chased him with the relentless vigour of an angry mother bird and managed to chase him half way across the field before his mother caught up to him and managed to chase the bird off with a few well placed stomps and kicks. The bird went back to her clutch at the other end of the field after making a racket and honking relentlessly at the pair. Safe to say the whole encounter scared him witless so he's quite wary of birds, especially when any geese take up recidents, and he even dislikes rain now, despite him loving it and taking any chance to go out in it and splash in puddles when he was younger, but now it gives him anxiety, so even as a 5 year old he is usually taken inside and stalled up if the rain is heavy.

[♔Voltaire♔]

Username: ♔Voltaire♔
Show Name: Swords for the Angels
Barn Name: Kana
Gender: Stallion
Age: 7
Height: 16.2hh
Discipline: Barrel Racing
Halter: (#F7E7CE) with silver buckles
Encounter:

My handlers hate geese, calling them some nasty names.
But I kinda like em'. Ya see I can remember clearly my first run-in with one o' them birds. And take it from someone who knows from experience- in order to understand a goose, you have to THINK like a goose.

And trust me, it's a gem of a time.

I remember I had just turned four years of age, and my handler's son had brought home this white goose from the fair. Apparently, he had won it in an auction and didn't have the heart to harvest it for food; needless to say, his father wasn't the happiest about the situation but I for one was kinda curious! Man, that thing was big, and being honest I didn't think it would get any bigger but he sure did! I remember my handler kicking the dirt a bit as he annoyedly motioned to the pasture gate, to which his son quickly opened and set the goose down. Locking the gate the son ran off to clean the barns, prolly' trying to appease his father. Poor kid.

I cannot recall how long I stood there staring at the goose, and he staring back at me. It was a standoff, both of us waiting to see who would make the first move. His big, beady eyes almost seemed to pierce right through me, but being the young and stupid kid I was I took a step toward him and was met with a snap of his beak. I remember stumbling back and falling over my own legs, much to the entertainment of the fillies in the next pasture over. As the goose waddled off toward the pond, I watched him warily, silently making it my mission to befriend the webbed-footed hooligan even if it killed me.


Throughout the day the goose continued to snap at me if I got too close, sometimes even teasing me and daring me to advance on him. He was outright taunting me, the bugger, and I was having none of it! Later that night as my handler was coming to feed us before he turned in, the goose had waddled right up to my food bowl and began to snag whatever grain he could, thinking he had the one-up on me, but no sir! I lunged at him and gave a loud snort, loud enough to knock him back on his own tailfeathers. and boy was he furious!!! But, that anger slowly faded away, replaced by a look that I can only describe as admiration. I finally gained that goose's respect, beating him at his own game and showing him who's boss!

That goose lived for a long while, not as long many others say they can last for, but I will never forget him. He and I caused so much trouble together, so many irreplaceable memories that I will treasure for the rest of my life.

Let me tell you- if you ever meet a goose, don't scream or go runnin' him off the property. Let him do his thing, and if you're brave enough, let loose. Stir up some shenanigans, because trust me: You won't regret it.
mark! <3

[dubai.]

Username: Dubai
Show Name: Deep Pacific
Barn Name: Pacific / 'Honky tonk badonkadonk' (Honk? Goose? Eh?)
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4
Height: 17.2 hh
Discipline: Show jumping
Halter: Blue with a yellow nose band
Encounter: Pacific was being trotted near a jump. This jump seemed scary. It was wooden with a little flower pot next to it. He was walking near it carefully when a flock of geese arose from the nearby paddock. They honked super loud and flew over the arena. This caused Pacific to jump back, his back end sliding to the ground. He watched them fly as his rider managed to hold on as he just sat there, looking. Pacific then continued his hack with his lip up most of the time snorting. Most of the barn members thought he was trying to be a goose. (No joke, happened to me and my horse Dubai xD)

[SpartanAmethyst]

Username: SpartanAmethyst
Show Name: ARR Shatterstar
Barn Name: Sirius; often jokingly called "Goose", but hates it
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5 yrs
Height: 16.1 hh
Discipline: 3DE
Halter: Dark blue to pale blue gradient with white dots/"stars"
Encounter:

It was a bright spring day in midland Colorado when Sirius first stepped out into the light. Even just as a foal, his long legs showed the promise and prowess passed down from his sire; the other stablehands watching his "unveiling" from the pasture fence all murmured appreciatively, excited to see the newest member of the Amethyst Ridge Euphorian herd grow and thrive. His faded bay coat shown bright in the sunlight, just the barest hint of sooty along the topline of his baby coat, and Amethyst wondered how much his coat would change. It wasn't long before everyone left to attend to their respective duties, and Sirius and his dam were allowed free reign of the pasture. She quickly joined the other dams of the season, content to graze and gossip in the warming light, while Sirius made fast friends with the other foals. His big personality and sweet nature quickly made him the ringleader, even despite his obnoxiousness and show-off persona, and he reveled in their admiration. It was as if he was on cloud nine; nothing could shoot him down.

It was only a few days later that there came a strange noise from the sky, one that frightened most of the foals back to their dams. Sirius, though, was not one of them; he stared up at the strange, loud birds that passed overhead in their odd formations, often with something akin to disdain. They were not majestic and beautiful like the raptors that roosted in the mountain peaks, nor soft and quick like the finches he had grown fond of in their passing. No, these were something else, and when they began to land on the ground inside of his pasture fence, he snorted indignantly. How dare they eat his grass and scare away his finches! This was ridiculous! Quickly the colt puffed out his chest and, at the encouragement of the other foals, sought out the largest of the geese and marched forward, unfaltered by their warning honks.

He wasn't sure what he'd expected to happen, but this was definitely not it.

As soon as he'd gotten too close, the large female - probably a matriarch - had turned to face him and let out a loud honk, warning the rest of her flock of his arrival. Sirius whinnied and snorted, trying to sound as tough as possible, but the birds had no reaction. They only continued about their grazing, unconcerned of a little colt who was too big for his britches. Sirius snorted angrily and reared, "lashing" out with his forehooves in another attempt to scare them, but still the waterfowl were unfazed. He could hear the chuckles of the other foals behind him, and that only stoked his anger. Finally, in one last ditch effort, he made a mock charge at the female goose, like a wild stallion would an adversary. This time, he definitely got a reaction- and definitely not the one he wanted.

In the blink of an eye suddenly the goose was on him, honking and screeching as she bit at his legs and beat him with her wings. Shocked by her unexpected assault, Sirius spooked and tried to leap away, his own legs tangling pathetically and sending him sprawling to the ground. There was no mercy, though, as then the goose was on him, pecking at his neck and ears and face; he scrambled away as fast as possible, bolting for his dam and hiding behind her in an attempt to get away from his attacker. The goose did not give chase any further, just returned to her grazing. Sirius' dam had chuckled then, after making sure he was alright and cleaned the small cuts and bruises he'd sustained, and comforted him through the night. When he awoke in the morning, the geese were gone, and he went back to normal.

A year passed and he grew into a vibrant young yearling, strong but awkward. His dam had long since returned to her barn, and he was now the benevolent king of the pasture. He still lead the foals - now yearlings themselves - in tag and play, always stopping to make sure everyone was included and there were no problems. Everything was perfect, until one day there came a very familiar sound from above, and it made him pause. The geese had returned, including the matriarch that had humbled him the year before. This time, having been taught humility and understanding, he approached the geese calmly and with curiosity rather than aggression. The matriarch seemed to sense this, and while the rest of her flock moved away from him, she remained still. This time, they met as friends. And when the yearlings were being pulled in, Sirius saw the flock huddling down for the night near to one of the tree stands, but somehow he knew they would be gone by morning. And with how quickly the cold was descending, he could only wish them well before a stablehand led him away.

As always, Sirius was awake with the sun, and first out into the pasture to start his morning patrol. What he found took him by surprise: The matriarch was still there, though the rest of her flock had long since flown away... He approached her cautiously, only to find she'd made herself a nest and had made herself comfortable despite the snowfall. Sirius found himself feeling very protective of the bird he'd hated so fervently the year before, and he became very possessive of her and her nest, chasing off the curious colts and bringing her clumps of hay for warmth and food. Things continued like this for awhile, even to the point where the stablehands and Amethyst purchased seed, pellets, and mealworms to feed the aging goose. But in her old age, the cold made it much harder to survive, and one morning two weeks into his guarding, Sirius was let out into the pasture, only to find that the nest was empty. He searched all over the pasture madly, desperately looking for his companion - but she was nowhere to be found. Weeks passed of him desperately missing her, to the point where he became disinterested in playing with the other horses, even despondent to a point. His training began to fail, and it worried the ranch owner, Amethyst. But a surprise waited just around the corner that would fix everything.

One night Sirius was being put away in his stall, and Amethyst brought in a strange looking device that she secured to the wall. It had a red light in it that produced heat, and he cocked his head curiously. Surely he didn't need heat like that? That was for... The tiniest chirp caught Sirius' attention, and he watched in shock as Amethyst brought in the tiniest hatchling into his stall and placed it in the incubator. "She was a momma," the woman said. "I'm not sure why she was pregnant at this time of year- or at her age for that matter- but she did her best to make sure this little guy made it. I think you'll be a great companion for him."

Every since then, Sirius and Quasar have been absolutely inseparable. Due to a birth defect, he was born with one wing disfigured, so he was unable to fly away. But they formed such a strong bond that even had he been able to, the young goose would not have. It's not everyday, after all, that a goose and a horse are such good friends.

[RhysiesPiecies]

Username: RhysiesPiecies
Show Name: Great Prince of The Forest
Barn Name: Bambi
Gender: Stallion
Age: 7 years
Height: 15.3 hh
Discipline: Forestry Ranger Mount
Halter: Light blue, please~
Encounter: There was something outside of the barn, right under his window. It had been making such awful noises all morning, and no amount of whinnying could scare the thing off. it sounded like one of the barn hands dragging a shovel over the floor, mixed with the awful crowing of the chickens cooped at the far end of the property. This... Thing, whatever it was, had taken it upon itself to ruin what was usually a calm morning around here. Had ruined the peace of his breakfast, even woken him earlier than he was used to. Bambi decided, rightfully so, to confront this creature once he was left out to pasture.

He was given his chance only an hour later, though this first confrontation was certainly... confusing. This beast was not a horse, far too small with a lack of legs, and strange gangly feet. It reminded him of the chickens, but the ungainly neck of the thing set it apart as well. And then there was that awful, awful sound. Bambi approached cautiously, and this thing had the audacity to shriek at him! In his own pasture! Stomping and snorting did nothing to deter the thing, and suddenly it charged! It raised strange flaps at the sides of its body, and took to running after Bambi, chasing him through the pasture with it's awful noises all the while. Bambi, utterly defeated, returned to his stall, the whole situation only worsening when he heard the barn hands poking fun at him. Though they did put a name to the little abomination. Bambi decided, from then on, that he hated this "Goose", and all the others like it.

[certified]

Username:  certified
Show Name: Donald Mallard
Barn Name: Ducky
Gender: Stallion
Age: 19
Height: 16 hh
Discipline: Trail Riding
Halter: wine with white spots varying in size, if not too much trouble
Encounter: wip

[Half Tree]

Username: Half Tree
Show Name: Duck Duck
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