[ExVenor]

Welcome to the ERRP February Foal Festival!

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A mysterious Stork trailer dropped off a massive crowd of Euphorian
Thoroughbred foals at Sonata Stables... we need you all to help adopt
them and give them good homes! At the February Foal Festival, join
us in an event to raise awareness about these fillies and colts in need!

Owner: ♔Voltaire♔
Show Name: Bottoms Up
Barn Name: Mr. Casanova
Gender: Stallion
Age: 10 years
Height: 17.1hh
Eye Color: Mermaid Dreams
Phenotype: Silver Classic Pearl Champagne Roan Sabino Tobiano Blanket Appaloosa
Genotype: Ee aa Chch prlprl Zz nf Rnrn Toto Sbsb Lplp
Mane Type: Cropped
Discipline: Cross Country
Halter: Champagne w/Silver
Breeding Info:
- [n/a]
Edit List: Perked ears, trimmed tail

Offspring:
___ out of Farah
___ out of Entourage
___ out of Forte
___ out of Cookie
___ out of Fae

This stallion was brokered by Half Tree's Bloodstock Agency but the future owner pulled out after they'd already had him shipped to their facilities. He is a very flashy stallion who likes to show off but is still a gentleman with the ladies. He leads like a dream, trailers like it's his stall and doesn't complain about anything. Even when he is excited he is a well-mannered boy. His only downfall is his intelligence, it makes him bored when you're trying to train with him and he doesn't find it interesting. If he doesn't want to do something he knows you can't physically make him so you'll need to work with him to find something he wants to do of his own volition.

His smart but stubborn nature has made him difficult to place so they've decided to bring him to this little festival as a way to advertise his sale. To offset the costs of housing him for an extended period and starting his training they're offering breeding contracts on the spot. He's a good stallion who knows the job well but even he doesn't have infinite stamina so they're only offering 5 coverings before they put him to sale auction. It will be recommended he gets gelded in his new home, it is expected it will help him focus on training and learning a new discipline, as he finds focus difficult at present. The only name he will respond to is Casanova but he is able to receive a new show name after rehoming.

Mr Steal Yo Girl is here and he's looking at you ladies!

For this competition you will be submitting the mare you'd like to breed to Casanova here.
There will be 5 chosen winners, using up all his available slots.
After which he will be raffled off to his new home out of the posted forms.
His standing info cannot be changed, besides what is available on the form.
[this includes after winning or rehoming his info stays]
Mares must meet standard breeding requirements or will not be considered!

I also want to see a minimum 100-word story about the mares impression of Casanova here.
No extras!

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Show Name:[/b]
[b]Halter:[/b]
[b]Discipline:[/b]

[b]Mare Stable Page:[/b]
[b]Mare Permission:[/b] [n/a if your own horse]
[b]Competition:[/b]

Ends February 18th.

[dubai.]

Username: Dubai
Show Name: Constellations In Her Eyes
Halter: Dark blue w/ small white spots and black hardware.
Discipline: Show jumping

Mare Stable Page: Sunflower
Mare Permission: [n/a if your own horse]
Competition:

Casanova was being led out of a trailer, his ears were raised forward as his nostrils flared. Sunflower, on the other hand, was in the paddock. She was... Dirty. Nothing more, nothing less. Her white markings were covered in dirt and horse droppings. She had dried red mud hanging from her mane and tail. Sunflower slowly walked out, head low and ears back when she saw him. She perked her ears, head jolting up as she ran back under the cover of trees, hiding from the stallion. He looked over and stopped on the ramp before lowering his head and allowing himself to graze near her paddock when the humans opened the paddock gate and let him inside. They then took off his halter and he walked away. He was not meant to be there long, only for a bit. Sunflower usually did not play well with stallions.


About a few seconds went by and Sunflower was already bored. She shook her coat, most of the dirt flinging off, only leaving a dusty brown tone. Her ears perked as she sucked in air and breathed it out smoothly. Sunflower walked towards him, head low. He nickered softly to her as she raised her head and nickered back. They looked at each other for a while before stepping closer, breathing each others breath in and out to greet each other. Casanova squealed softly as Sunflower perked her ears and pulled her head in. The two hit it off well, and they were expected to grow even closer. When the stable owner and boarders saw this, they decided on having the two have a foal. Two well bred and trained Euphorian Thoroughbreds would result in a not only gorgeous, but well skilled horse.


And ever since that day they met, the two had been closer than ever. The stud lived at Sonata Stables, and despite him being a popular stud who was used often, she loved him and he loved her. Sunflower knew that even if he had sired foals with other mares, if he was given the option, he would stay with her. He always stood with her at night, and she knew her first foal with him, and first foal ever would be a beauty and a half, and he or she would have the best horses for parents.

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[tenturo]

Username: tenturo
Show Name: Mauvais Garçon
Halter: Deep red w/ gold hardware
Discipline: Eventing

Mare Stable Page: Farah
Mare Permission: n/a
Competition:

Farah has always been the quieter yet more prestigious mare here at Oakridge. She’s got impeccable lineage and has always been quite picky about which horses she’ll bond with. Most newcomers and visitors to the stable get a glance over and usually that’s enough for her to decide if she wants to even give them a chance. However, the day Casanova was brought by, something was different.

She had yet to meet another horse that she deemed to be on her level, relatively speaking. The moment she spotted the stallion arriving at the event, her demeanor changed entirely. She held her head a bit higher, stood a bit taller, and simply could not keep her eyes off of him. Sure, he may have caught her eye just physically, but she knew she wanted to meet him, find out more about him. He was being temporarily housed in the paddock to the left of hers, and despite usually having such a high level of confidence, she was so nervous to try and get his attention.

She spent the first hour or so that he was there, pacing back and forth at the back corner of her paddock, just slightly in his view. Occasionally she’d spot him lift his head, giving her a side glance. Eventually, she gathered her composure, reminding herself of the standard she was held to, and made her way to the side of the fence that mirrored his, keeping her head tall as she approached. She cast a glance around at the other mares, many of whom seemed to all be drooling over the stallion, but few had been bold enough to approach yet. She let out a soft snort as she neared him, getting his attention turned to her.

To be honest, I couldn’t quite tell you what sparked between these two. Lord knows what goes on in their heads, but they were inseparable for the rest of the evening. She grazed alongside the fence, following him, and occasionally he’d be the one following her. They raced back and forth along the fence-line, kicking around and occasionally letting out an excited whinny. She still won’t move from being next to him for me to bring her inside for the night, even if I try to bribe her with her favorite treats. But, I have noticed that any time I enter her paddock, Casanova gets her all worked up and they take off to the opposite end of the field. There just seems to be something about him - he met her high expectations and she doesn’t seem too interested in letting him go easily.

[♔Voltaire♔]

Username: ♔Voltaire♔
Show Name: Bottoms Up
Halter: #F7E7CE w/ silver hardware
Discipline: Cross Country

Mare Stable Page: Sucre
Mare Permission: N/a
Competition:

The February Foal Festival had the stables in a frenzy, stable hands rushing left and right to make sure all visitors were taken care of and adoptions were carried out successfully. Sucre didn't mind the fuss, as long as she was able to stay in the pasture and watch the chaos play out. She leaned against the fenceline, ears swiveling every now and then as she scanned the front lawn for new faces and foals. February- Sucre hates the cold, the way it seems to penetrate through her bones and into the depths of her being. The weather around Sonata Stables has always been quite touchy during the winter months, the snow coming and then disappearing a day later, and Sucre genuinely enjoys the new grass shoots sprouting from underneath the frosty earth.

She sneezed, spooking herself and a few of the visitors standing nearby. Yes, the cold was unbearable sometimes, however, a glance to her left had her heart racing and her body filling with a pleasant warmth. Sucre is a romantic, a hopeless one at that, and upon seeing Casanova, it was like love at first sight. Sucre falls quite easily, and this occasion was no different as she traced the outline of his withers and down across the curve of his back, appreciating the muscles working underneath his sleek and soft coat. Casanova was truly just that, immediately breaking down Sucre's walls and seizing her beating heart.

He was slowly led into a small paddock that nestled into the crest of the main pasture and left there to graze, much to Sucre's excitement. She couldn't take her eyes off the stallion; though much older than she was, he had an air about him that Sucre wouldn't mind breathing in, and she couldn't help but try and lean closer to get a better look at the stallion's face. His posture was breathtaking, every contour of his body leaving much to the young mare's imagination, and she had to look away to regain her composure. Taking a deep breath, she dared to look back toward the stallion, only to lock eyes with him.

They stood there, eyes locked for what seemed like hours, though it only lasted a few moments. After a beat, the stallion was gliding to the fenceline and following it until their noses touched, and Sucre allowed herself to breathe in the mixture of pine and sandalwood emanating from the stallion's fur, closing her eyes in contentment. They stood there for as long as time allowed them, leaning up against the fenceline, basking in the warmth of each other and drowning in the fire contained within their eyes each time they met.

[blackhoeses]

Username: blackhoeses
Show Name:Cupids Dream
Halter:grey with a light pink nose band
Discipline: Eventing

Mare Stable Page:Beauty
Mare Permission: n/a
Competition: Beauty looked out of the trailer window in confusion, they were supposed to be heading home after a long show weekend. Instead her trailer was puling up to a strange barn and things were busy like a show but not. There was a lot of people bustling around and strangest of all there was a bunch of foals all over. As her person led her to a stall a handsome stallion caught her eye. His name plaque said his name was Casanova and as she looked at him. He looked back and for a few moments there eyes locked. Beauty quickly turned eyes back to the front. She kept sneaking peeks at the stallion and wishing that she would get a chance to know him.

[HarperTheKiv]

Username:Ghouly_
Show Name: Snatcher of Hearts
Halter: Pastel Pink, white noseband, Rose gold hardware
Discipline: Dressage

Mare Stable Page:Carolina
Mare Permission: n/a
Competition:
Carolina had been grazing in the paddock, deep in her thoughts, when a loud wicker caught her attention. Her mouth had still been chewing as she lifted her head to see who was making a fuss, and her eyes locked onto, in her opinion, the most stunning Stallion she had ever seen.

He was being led out from a trailer and being led around at the event, and in usual Stallion fashion he put on quite a show, dancing on the spot and throwing his head and stomping, half rearing and arching his neck when brought up to the fencing etc. All show no sense in her opinion, as she watched the Stallion prance about and make a fool of himself, for all the pretty looks in the world wouldn't win over Carolina and she could see him for what he was, a show horse bred to be perfect, but seemingly no sense otherwise, and if he thought Carolina was going to be easily won over like the half a dozen other mares in his lifetime that probably flocked to him and swooned, then he was in for a bad time.
With her resolution in mind, She dropped her head and continued on grazing, completely ignoring his existence.

The same could not be said for Casanova however, as he was led forward and towards the paddocks and had scanned each one eagerly, and couldn't help but come to a stop when his eyes locked onto The buttermilk beauty before him, and let his eyes follow all of her individual snowflake spots and down to her dunskin marked legs and over the beautiful dip of her back or the way she grazed with her eyes practically closed, her gentle velvety muzzle combing over the grass and selecting the pieces she wished to eat. But how to catch her attention? Well that was what he thought was the easy part, he had pranced and shown off his strength and musculature but to no luck, so after a failed attempt he simply got irritated and impatient and let out a loud squeel and wicker and stomped in a huff, also not gaining a reaction out of Carolina who simply turned her butt towards him and gave a small indignant flick of her tail. At that he saw a perhaps miniscule sliver of hope, and got the cocky attitude of an over eager Stallion all over again, as he pressed forward and came up to the fencing, leaning his head over and throwing a mini tantrum, but all that did was make Carolina begin to walk away.

Not wanting to lose the only chance to meet her that he had gotten so far, he pulled in his more silly act despite his excitement and stood there silently, unaware of his action drawing back Carolina a tad as she snuck a glance over at him finally at least acknowledging that he existed. She took in his
Overal physical appearance now that he was much closer, his figure taught and stoic but a tad twitchy from strained excitement, his neck beautifully arched and his ears fully giving her his attention. His paint pattern was quite an eyedraw, and she found herself looking over and over at his plethora of spots, and found one nearer his flank that was shaped like a heart, and had to look away to hide her chuckle, not wanting to let down her air of calm and indifference.

However she found herself sneaking a second, then a third glance and finally sighed with relent as she lifted her head and walked towards him, painfully slowly in the stallions eyes, as he pawed and danced on the spot, but the second he felt himself important or winning her over and letting out all the pent up energy, she would stop and turn away as if to walk off and go back to grazing. He had found himself this far, and didn't want to lose to her and be made a fool off, so he learned to calm himself and stay Quiet, and finally she was at the fence line, and their muzzles met in a brief greeting. They took in each others scent, hers the smell of fresh morning grass and cherries, his the more smoky scent of cedarwood or pine. They breathed in one anothers breath and Carolina finally allowed herself to relax, a little giggle in the back of her mind telling her that she had secretly won, and had gotten this show off under control all on her own.

They spoke for a time and simply enjoyed ecah others company at that, running up and down the fence and Carolina playfully nipping at his neck or grooming one anothers necks and shoulders, but it finally came time for them to part. Carolina would be fooling herself if she said she was disappointed at not getting to spend more time with him, for he had certanly left an impression after dropping the silly antics and taking on the more regal prince-like quality. His handler came over and patted him on the shoulder and atatched the lead rope and began to walk away, and they shared one last nuzzle before he had to reluctantly walk off, and Carolina went back to grazing alone, a little pang of loneliness settling over her heart. She hoped that she would get to meet him again sometime….

[RhysiesPiecies]

Username: RhysiesPiecies
Show Name: Put Your Head on my Shoulder
Halter: Deep blue with gold hardware, please~
Discipline: Dressage

Mare Stable Page: Entourage
Mare Permission: She's my babby
Competition: The stables were a constant hustle and bustle of barn hands and horses alike, all but pure chaos at any given moment. Entourage had been brought along to the madness to help the humans in tending to the foals, giving the little ones an adult to keep them in line, as well as to help ease their anxiety in this whole mess. She'd seen more foals in the past few days than she thought she'd see for the rest of her life, and then... a break in the cycle. One of the barn hands, instead of leading another trotting colt or filly through the barn door, had a stallion tagging along beside her. His ears were twisting about in an attempt to determine just what was going on, and his eyes managed to catch hers for just a moment. But, as it seems, a moment was more than enough. Tall, speckled, and handsome, walking past her stall confidently as he was led through the barn. She'd spent the last few days meeting every other horse that had walked through the stable doors, and found herself hoping he wouldn't be an exception.

[conversett]

Username: conversett
Show Name: unattainable class
Halter: green
Discipline: dressage

Mare Stable Page: remy
Mare Permission: n/a
Competition: Remy eyed the stallion with curiosity and disgust from her stall window. She could tell he knew what he was doing by the way he carried himself. He knew how he affected most mares, and he used that to get into any stall he could. That's what disgusted her. However, her curiosity was peeked by his confidence. It bewildered her how anyone could have that much confidence. She watched as the he blatantly ignored the humans commands in order to scope out mares. That's when she decided that she couldn't watch anymore.

He was one of those, and Remy had no time for that in her life. She had to focus on her training to get in to the provincials. That's all she ever had time for, or so she kept telling herself.

A small voice did itch the back of her mind to tell her not to judge someone so fast. But it was hard, and she was skeptical. When a stallion walked around like that, it normally only ever meant one thing.

[Queen Vivane]

Username: Queen Vivane
Show Name: Mr Right
Halter: Pink and white
Discipline: Eventing

Mare Stable Page: Forte
Mare Permission: n/a
Competition:
Forte snorted in displeasure upon seeing the stallion stroll down the ramp, he was pretty, too pretty in fact. And all that prancing and noise making only served to irritate the buckskin mare, that was not a good way to impress her. A face as pretty as his was almost always bad news in her opinion. The fool even had a heart shaped spot, could he be anymore of an utterly irritating cliche? Her ire grew as the humans swarmed him cooing over his beauty while the mares tittered nearby about how handsome he was. With a single angry flick of her tail, Forte trotted away, head held high and ears back. Planning to simply to go and lurk somewhere away from the noise until all the fuss died down. Unaware of the eyes on her back, their owner curiously watching her go.

Forte had never been the type to swoon over a pretty face, she was a mare of class. Not a simpering fool who went weak at the knees whenever a handsome stallion did something as simple as looking her way. This newcomer was no different than all the others she had encountered and she would not lower herself to the level of any of the others around. He could prance and waste his breath on calls all he liked, she refused to listen or even given him the time of day

[Restful Dead]

Username: δρεπάνι
Show Name: Late Night in Paris
Halter: Blush pink w/ white hearts
Discipline: Dressage

Mare Stable Page: Leslie
Mare Permission: n/a
Competition: Leslie watched, ears perked forward in curiosity, as a truck pulled up with a trailer behind it. From past experience, she knew that a new horse had arrived. She trotted up to the fence to get a closer look as the humans began to unload the horse. She hoped that the newcomer would be interesting at the very least and when the horse was finally led out, she was definitely not disappointed. The gorgeous stallion who walked out of the trailer moved with an easy grace that suggested he knew just exactly how beautiful he was. This was only further proven when, immediately upon spotting her, he raised his head and stood proudly, clearly trying to show off as much of his magnificent frame as he could. In response, Leslie arched her neck beautifully and did a little prance in order to show off her own elegant moves.

Did he just...what was it called when humans blinked one of their eyes? It happened so fast that she couldn't be entirely sure, but she could almost swear that the stallion winked at her. As the stallion was led away, Leslie realized she suddenly felt breathless, as if she had run from end of the paddock and back again at full sprint. Well he was certainly an interesting character. She sincerely hoped that the stallion would be around for a while, maybe even permanently.