[DeadlyArcana]

[LivingLethal]

. .It didn’t take you long to spot the first route; after all, everyone was either gathered at the entrance to the route or beginning to move in that direction. You decide to move over there, too, and before long, everyone sets off, being led by a silver smoky black mare, introducing herself as Elizabeth with a bright attitude.

. .The woods are eerie, you’d say that with confidence, but they are also breathtakingly beautiful. This route leads you through small, spindly saplings, but quickly leads to taller, sturdier, fully mature trees, their high branches starting to cover the daylight over you. As the line of search and rescue mounts has to go from a relaxed group, to two abreast, and eventually single file, the fun, positive conversations suddenly dimming down to worried silence, the sheer denseness of the woods begins to worry you.

. .Just as the trees seem like they can get no thicker and the woods themselves seem to be as black as night around you, when the hours have passed and things look dim, the group comes across a clearing. Inside, watching the group of rescuers emerge from the woods, are several horses.

. .The group is absolutely thrilled, but then the questions arise - what happens to them now?

In order to enter for this route's horses—all of the ones under this cover—you must answer the following prompt before you post on any of the lost horses. Please post this prompt on this page and not on any of the individual horses' pages.

Your horse sets out on the first search party to help find the lost Hawthorn Hooves Stable horses before the blizzard sets in. How do they feel going into the search?

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Your entry may be written or drawn, but must be a minimum of 250 words or at least lined and flat-colored. Please use this form for entry, though it may be prettied up as you see fit.

This prompt opens November 8 at 10am EST and ends on November 16 at 10am EST. Horses will be open for entry between November 10 at 10am EST to November 16 at 10am EST.

[LivingLethal]

. .Welcome to the condensed rules for Route One!

- Route One is consisted of twelve horses that open for entry on November 10.

- To be able to enter for any of the horses in the route, you must first answer the route's prompt. Once you do this, you will be given entry to enter for the horses that are posted under that route's cover.

- You may only win two horses per route, so choose carefully! This does not include the "Special" horse in the route, which is marked accordingly; you may only win one of the three special horses from the whole event. You may enter for however many, but know that you will not be able to choose which ones (if any) you win out of the set that you entered for.

- This route’s prompt opens on November 8 at 10am EST and closes on November 16 at 10am EST. This route’s horses, however, open on November 10 at 10am EST and close on November 16 at 10am EST.

[LivingLethal]

reserved post

route one is open for entries! please do not post incomplete forms to ensure that entries are not spammed--instead please mark the main page or use the bookmarking feature instead <3

[DeadlyArcana]

username: Alhena
errp: Arcadia
prompt:

"Oh god did you hear about the trailer wreck outside of Euphoria?"
Bailey heard someone ask as she entered the barn's lounge. It was her friend and co-worker, Memphis, sitting across from the TV that displayed a few photos and videos of three horse trailers turned over on the side of a road. She took a seat next to Memphis, grabbing the water that had been set out for her earlier. She appreciated Memphis taking care of her knowing she had a long day working the horses and doing lessons.

"Maybe we should go and help out. I already talked to the owners at Sonata and Sullen Stream, they said they're heading to Euphoria first thing tomorrow morning."

Bailey nodded her head agreeing with him, "I'll bring in some of the more level headed horses tonight and put them in the front of the barn. That way its easier to load them into the trailer tomorrow morning."

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The next morning Bailey enlisted to help of Memphis and a few other barn hands to load the trailer with tack, feed, and other items needed in order to take part in the search and rescue. She decided on bringing Arcadia, Lieutenant, Madison, and Southpaw. Although some of their preferred disciplines weren't search and rescue, she knew that these 4 would serve her well in the following days of rounding up the loose horses. After loaded the horses onto the trailer and providing them with hay bags, she shut the metal doors and walked around to the front of the truck and hopped into the drivers seat. She waved goodbye to Memphis and the others and began her drive to the land of Euphoria.

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Bailey checked her phone with the location of the barn everyone was meeting at. As she spotted the turn off onto a gravel road, she slowed the truck down and twisted the steering wheel. Up ahead Bailey saw a few trailers and trucks gathered up against a paddock fence and some people off-loading their horses they brought with them. She found an open spot towards the end of the row of trailers and pulled her truck in. Throwing the vehicle into park, Bailey swung open the door and made her way to the group of barn owners standing in a circle discussing what she assumed was a plan of action.

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Arcadia anxiously twitched as she felt the trailer come to a halt. She looked over at her friends who were watching out the trailer windows. Southpaw was half asleep, as trailer rides usually make him tired. Typical for a jumper. Lieutenant was on alert, listening to the chatter of the humans and other horses nearby. He was one of the only other search and rescue horses at the barn and took his job seriously. Arcadia enjoyed his company and hearing his stories of the work hes done before. Then there was Madison, a good friend of hers who she considered a sister. Although she had an attitude here and there, her and Arcadia got along splendidly.

The 4 horses heard the trailer door unlock and then watched as the sunlight pooled in. Bailey made her way up the ramp and grabbed Arcadia's lead line that was tied to the wall.
"You're gonna be working first girl. The rest of you minus Lieu will be stabled for now."
Arcadia tossed her head in excitement and began backing off the trailer. Her hooves hit the gravel and she twisted her neck to look around the area. She saw a handful of horses grazing in the paddock and others tied to the outside of their respected trailers getting tacked up.
As Bailey tied Arcadia up, she requested some strangers to help move the other 3 horses to the barn. Lieu was sent over to a group of horses who would be used to help run the event.

The mare felt nervous going into the search. This was her first time being used as a real search and rescue horse and she was wondering how well she could execute her job. Lieu has always told her to keep a level head and to never be too nervy on the trail. It was her job to keep her rider safe and to find the missing person or horses.

[BadgerBuddies]

username: BadgerBuddies
errp: Lucky
prompt:
Badger Buddies Ranch had stables and pastures full of horses that could be used as a mounted patrol unit to search for the missing horses. The barn workers loaded up as many of the equines that they could fit into a trailer and they were quickly on their way to the last known location of the missing horses.

When they arrived, it became apparent that the horses had split up into subsections of their herd in their panic, fleeing down three separate pathways. It appeared as though the search team was prepping to go down a sinister looking route through densely packed, dimly lit woods first. Seems like a good enough idea, get the spookiest path out of the way and hopefully find all the missing horses there before sundown, when those woods would get extra creepy.

With a path as haunted looking as this one, it was probably best to rely on one of the more dependable horses of Badger Buddies Ranch. Beyond being just dependable, with all the plant growth in the forest, there were likely to be trees down that needed to be jumped clear. While Jo had initially been considered to be the best option, as she was a trail horse with a cool head and no spook, there was no way she would be able to clear any downed logs. Lucky, however stubborn she could be sometimes, would be a dependable enough mount with the right rider on her back. As a bonus, as a cross country horse, she’d feel right at home galloping through the outdoors and clearing any obstacles that stood in the way of the missing horses.

It was decided; Lucky was unloaded from the trailer and quickly tacked up to head out on the search. Quite frankly, she was annoyed at first that she was rushed to get tacked up. She gave a snort and an angry swish of her tail and she stamped the ground and threw her head to show her displeasure. Her rider ignored her, and after mounting, turned Lucky towards the first route and just let her go. Suddenly, Lucky’s ears were up, and she took off like a rocket, happily barreling down the trail, not minding the scary trees at all, as she was having too much fun.

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[mongrel]

username. doggface
errp. adagio's once bitten, twice shy (russell)




prompt. ordinarily, the barn grew quiet after the horses were brought in for the night. especially as the autumn chill set in, the nightly roundup was something all of the horses looked forward to. the promise of grain and a heated barn always put some pep in the group’s step, but after the initial buzz of excitement spread through the stalls, it would settle into quiet murmur.
or, at least, that’s how most nights go. this particular evening, however, russell’s ears perked at the subtle noise coming from the far end of the barn aisle. it was odd, considering most would be packing up to go home for the night by then. it didn’t sound like a casual conversation, either. something must have happened.
“i’ve heard they lost around thirty horses in the crash. some foals too.”
“yeah, they’re calling for nearby stables to bring some horses for the search parties.”
“word going around is the big stables have already put their names in for volunteering tomorrow morning.”
a lull entered the distant conversation as their voices quieted and the silence was filled with the static of the television, where it fought with the news anchors’ voices, telling of the tragic event on the outskirts of euphoria.
“amelia! have you heard?” one voice called out from the group at the appearance of the barn owner, who would ultimately make a decision regarding the event.
“i have,” the woman paused briefly, presumably to sort her plan into words. “we’re heading out at 6 a.m. to meet up with the search party, so we need to be here early to get the trailers ready. make sure quin, russell, jude and creedence are set to go in the morning.”

amongst a group of confident volunteers, ready and eager to begin the search and rescue, the gelding felt more than a little out of place in such a cold, dreadful place. he pawed anxiously at the already freezing ground, shifting his weight from side to side as he awaited instruction from the leader of the search party; he couldn’t recall her name in the flurry of information whizzing through his mind, but the smokey black mare carried an air of optimism that gave him a dash of hope.
although the frigid air, which grew colder by the hour, stung russell’s lips and tickled his legs, he found his nerves ebbing ever so slightly. a horse in front of and behind him, he felt much more comfortable after being stuck into work and given a purpose for his busy head to focus on. he hadn’t gotten the chance to introduce himself to any of his fellow rescuers, but knowing that he was among a herd put his racing mind at ease just a bit. leaves crunching underneath his hooves, he trailed after the mare before him, who seemed much calmer than he was; not that he wasn’t sure to keep himself collected, of course. russell was a trail horse, and he’d been through his fair share of obstacles, but his surroundings, the sheer energy of these woods, still left him on edge.

[lynx!]

username: lynx!
errp: Bumble
prompt:

Cold winter's wind bites through Bumble's winter coat, and at once she is thankful for its quick growth this year. Being out in conditions like this, on the precipice of a snowstorm, in summer coat would be, quite frankly, awful.

The area is a buzz of activity: trucks and trailers parked with adequate distance between them; horses and riders huddling next to each other; tents and refreshments with all their tempting smells. Amidst all of this, Bumble stands pleasantly next to Sable Creek's flat-gray trailer, twisting her ears to keep track of nearby going-ons. Hellebore, tied on the same side of the trailer as Bumble, has her ears pinned back, glaring at every passing horse. On the other side of the trailer, Bumble can hear Yukon lipping eagerly at a jug of treats that had fallen over earlier, just out of reach of his questing muzzle. The three had been brought immediately upon hearing the news. Sable Creek's owner having quickly selected the horses and riders they thought would be best to assist in the efforts. Bumble and Hellebore are used to navigating difficult terrain, and Yukon has boundless energy for when others begin to tire.

It's not long until Bumble's rider returns from checking in, tightening the saddle cinch and going to grab a bridle. Bumble keeps still, practically shivering with excitement. She's nervous, but ready. Out of every horse from Sable Creek, she's one of the three chosen to come and help in this search. Bumble, for her level head and her ability to navigate any obstacle with ease and efficiency. She can't let anyone here down, but most importantly - she cannot let any of those lost horses get stuck in a cold and brutal blizzard.

The three horses part their separate ways - Yukon and Hellebore off to help the other search parties, and Bumble off to start the nearest search with the other volunteers. She cannot help her tug of confidence as she joins up with the group, and jigs up to the front to follow close behind the leading mare as they all vanish into the trees.

[Lex.]

username: Lex.

errp:
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prompt:
Chevreuil was really tired. He had woke up before dawn to go
on this search. It was cloudy, a perfect kind of day for sleeping
in and being lazy. But no, he had to go help. It was the right
thing to do of course. What kind of a champion would he be if
left his hooved friends to wander in the dense forest, alone and
afraid? Who's to say what kind of threats were out there, lurking
in the darkness.

To be honest, Chevreuil was really nervous. Most of his life was
spent on a ranch, training and spending time with other horses
in the stable. He never had the chance to venture out and
explore the world. This experience was so new, but also a great
change of pace for the poor stallion.

Everyone around the area were huddled together in small
groups, most likely discussing how they would spread out to
conquer as much ground as possible before things got bad.
Chevreuil was a bit nervous, so he just walked up to a group of
people. They all had serious but worried faces. He picked up on
a few words that were said, "danger .... blizzard ... wolves.."
That didn't sound good at all. He had heard of wolves before,
and they were no good canines that roamed the outskirts of the
forest, looking for stray horses. Chevreuil nervously shifted his
hooves. One of the people there noticed, and decided to tack
him up. Just to distract him for the time being. Too much
stress is never good.
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[Queen Vivane]

username: Queen Vivane
errp: Symphony
prompt:
It had been difficult to choose a suitable horse for the task of riding into the forest with the threat of a blizzard looming over the trees like some ominous sentient force. Eventually, the splashed stallion had simply strolled into the trailer as if he owned it and gave his owner an expectant look as if urging her to hurry up. Time was of the utmost importance, driving everyone involved forward like it was personally involved in matters rather than simply trying to beat the incoming weather.

Symphony had practically radiated calm, not even the strange almost haunted appearance of the path swaying his serenity toward even the tiniest hint of anxiety. The splashed stallion wanted to see the strangers he could smell to whatever possible safety was manageable with the current events. These trees would not cause him to falter in his mission, nothing short of the blizzard itself descending and obscuring his vision would stop him. Symphony kept that in mind as he carefully picked his way through the woods, keeping the one known as Elisabeth in sight at all times while making sure his rider was faring well atop his back.

The journey felt far longer than it had actually been, the trees had grown their branches so tightly interwoven that it almost seemed like night had descended early before the entire group found the clearing. The group of terrified runaways watching carefully from in the middle of the clearing causing Symphony to change his body language to that of something more soothing. He was of no mind to startle them.