[faentofheart]

Route One of the Hawthorn Hooves Stable Event
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 search and rescue group is absolutely thrilled, but then the questions arise - what happens to them now?

This is a Route One horse! Remember you must first enter in the Route One prompt before you enter for any horses listed as route one. You may only win two horses per route, excluding the horses listed as "Special," of which you may only win one total.

This horse saw something that could not be explained in the woods, what did they see and how did it make them feel? Minimum of 150 words.

Owner:
Show Name:
Barn Name:
Gender: mare
Age:
Height:
Eye Color:honey soap
Phenotype: Blue roan with cornmarks, carries flaxen
Genotype: Ee aa Rnrn StySty ff
Mane Type: cropped
Discipline:
Halter:
Breeding Info: dominant for sooty
Edit List:pinned ears. long tail

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Ends the 16th of october.

[DigitalLinx]

Username;; DVTProject
Show Name: Clock Strikes at Midnight
Barn Name: Minuit
Gender: mare
Age: 12yrs
Height: 15hh
Halter: Your choice
Discipline: Eventing
Competition:
Minuit bolted from the fallen trailer, running down the safest path. Her honey-colored eyes darted around the forest, the only sound she could hear were her hooves hitting the ground and the blood pumping in her ears. She rounded a corner as the wind became fiercer, causing the mare to take a tumble down the hill. Minuit stood up, shaking off the water from the stream she fell in before continuing to run. This eventually led her to an open clearing, the swirling clouds above.

Minuit took a moment to take in her surroundings. She'd never been here before. She quickly calmed down, the scenery putting her into an almost trance-like state. There was a light hum, getting the mare's attention. A small glowing dot in the shadows danced around gracefully as it made that humming noise. Her body acted on it's own as she moved towards it, her mind blank. "MINUIT!" Someone called from a distance, snapping the mare out of her trance.

And just in time too.

Minuit jumped back as a large creature lunged out, snapping its jaws where Minuit had just been. In a flurry of panic, she turned on her heel and ran, going faster than she knew she could go. After a minute of running, Minuit lost the creature, meeting back up with the group. She tried to explain what happened, but no one really believed her, saying that she was probably just tired. Minuit didn't fight with them, starting to think that it was just her imagination. To this day it still bugs her, knowing that something that dangerous is probably still out there in the woods.

[BadgerBuddies]

Username;; BadgerBuddies
Show Name: BBR Ghosts In the Shadows
Barn Name: Shadow
Gender: mare
Age: 3 years old
Height: 16.2hh
Halter: something,,, spoopy pls<3
Discipline: Eventing
Competition:
Waves of panic were already flooding over the group of horses as they bolted out of their trailer, each one clamoring to race further and faster away from the area than the others. After the group started down a stretch of abandoned looking forest, many of the equines eventually slowed their pace, Shadow included. Normally, the mare didn’t mind being out and about in the woods, but there was something ominous about this place. She just couldn’t put her hoof on it though.

Every so often, she could hear rustling in the trees; it was very loud, and there weren’t many leaves even left on the trees, especially now that the winds from the incoming blizzard were already picking up and sending the remaining leaves away. Even without the cold breeze blowing, Shadow kept feeling chills run down her spine. Each rustle she heard, she stopped in her tracks to look around, feeling as though the group was being tailed. Nobody believed her, as all were too tired or concerned with being lost to preoccupy themselves with any other thought.

After a few instances of freezing up in panic as the dark coated mare scanned the horizon for any possible danger, her companions simply snorted and galloped on ahead of her, temporarily leaving her in the dust, all alone. They were fed up with her antics, criticizing her, as the Shadow they know and love is never this spooky or hesitant. However, it appeared that Shadow had good reason to worry.

A black, shadowy figured manifested itself in the woods, almost blending in with the dark wood of the decaying trees around the equally dark mare. Now that it saw Shadow alone, it felt safe to come out and show itself. Once her eyes caught sight of the ghostly figure, she flung her entire body through the air to the side, away from the inky specter while letting out a high pitched, frantic squeal. The whites of her eyes were showing, and she wanted to run, but she felt as though she was stuck in quick sand. The menacing spirit lurked closer to Shadow as she stood there, too scared to move. It looked her up and down, floating over her frame, sending those chills down her spine again. This must’ve been what was causing it earlier.

Suddenly, the ghost disappeared as mysteriously as it had manifested itself. The sound of thundering hooves came charging towards Shadow; it was her friends, coming to her aid. When they had heard her panicked screaming behind them, they felt guilty, and turned around to make amends with their buddy. Shadow tried to explain to them what had happened, but none of them were buying it. They just laughed, telling her that ghosts weren’t real, but this mare knew there were ghosts in the shadows of these woods.

(474)

[Southern sweetie]

Username;; southern sweetie
Show Name: Silence in the night
Barn Name: Nightmaid
Gender: mare
Age: 14
Height: 15h
Halter: raven black
Discipline: retired western pleasure
Competition:
f you asked the other horses of Harthorn hooves stable. Theyd tell ya Nightmaid is one screw to loose. Always having omens and “day dreams” as she called them. She was always babble on about something that was “destined” to happen.

Sure maybe more then few came true but hey anyone could give a darn good guess. She was however one of the most renowned witch doctors around in the horse community. Some even claimed she was better the the 2legged doctors! And when that fateful day came everyone knew to take her more seriously...

During the trailer ride Nightmaid continued to have an uneasy feeling. She couldn’t really explain it but deep down. Within her gut she knew something was just not right. She tried to tell the other horses something bad was coming and to be cautious. Of course they all snickered and called her crazy.

Looking out the openings of the trailer, she kept looking for some sort of sign or symbol. Something to make this uneasiness go away. The answers she sought out were given, but not how she wanted... it was in that instance something evil and very very dark emerged from the woods.

This was no ordinary animal, If you could even call it an animal. Long and nimble, almost bone like legs and a body structure of death itself. Claws that dug and left indentations within the soil. Skin that clung on its last thread of life. Teeth... oh god those razor sharp teeth that hid behind that crooked smile. Those eyes darker then a jet black raven.

Nightmaid’s eyes wide with fear, she let out a big shriek! “Look! Look!” She yelled to the other horses. Spreading a slight panic through the trailer the other horses quickly looked in the direction. “You crazy old hag, there’s nothing there” one of the younger stallions laughed.

Almost as if the creature itself had a death grip on her lungs she quickly tried to explain what she had seen. But as per usual everyone shrugged her off and said just how crazy she was. Panic set in the mare as she realized this was the bad gut feeling she had had the entire trailer ride. Unsure as to what it meant, she just knew something awful was bound to follow..

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[mongrel]

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[LemonBunny]

Username;; LemonBunny
Show Name: Polar North's Nurse In Black
Barn Name: Mary
Gender: mare
Age: 3 Years
Height: 16hh
Halter: Black with gold or silver hardware please!
Discipline: Show Jumping, Dressage
Competition: She had been wandering for hours, unsure of where she was, unsure of anything-- The forest was so dark, darker than anything she had experienced before.

She couldn't smell her friends, her family, her handlers, the ranch, anything. She couldn't see anything either.

She was fumbling around in pitch blackness, having fallen time and time again over branches and stumps underfoot, her legs were surely bruised by now.

She whinnied in fear and uncertainty, the sound echoing through the false night surrounding her, she was silently begging for a rescuer, someone to pluck her from the inky darkness and take her someplace warm, someplace familiar.

She heard something snap behind her, or at least, she thought it was behind her, she couldn't see.

The blackbirds cawing overhead and the constant thudding of her own heart made it hard for her to pinpoint the source of any sound, not to mention the horrible, hollow echoes that resounded through the sky.

It seemed like every noise was amplified and screamed back at her by tall, taunting trees, mocking her for getting so lost in the thicket.

She turned the best that she could, fumbling once more over something under her leg, darned tree stump.

She could tell now, at this point she had tripped so many times she would be able to recognize almost anything underfoot.

She reared, trying to make herself as intimidating as possible, but her heart racing made her whinnies sound panicked and afraid, giving away that she was less fight, more flight.

"Shh. It's okay. Follow me."

A Small voice called out to her, and she felt a hand on her flank, unafraid of her size or her intimidation tactics.

Something about this sound, this hand-- A Young girl? It was calming to her.

It reminded her of when she was a foal and the headmaster's daughter would come see her, caressing her choppy mane and velvety nose.

Her heart calmed itself down, though she was still uneasy.

A Soft, sweet lullaby led her through a pathway, no branches or logs beneath her feet.

The tiniest bit of light illuminated the figure in front of her, a young girl in a white dress, black hair tied back in a ribbon and curled perfectly, she had no shoes, but she didn't have a speck of dirt anywhere on her.

Her pale pink ribbon bounced as she walked, something for Mary to focus on other than the horrors of the blackness around her.

Wait-- She could see something ahead!

A Clearing!

She picked up her pace, looking at the basking glow of light that beamed down onto the forest floor, it was daylight after all!

She heard something call out from behind her, the cry of a hungered wolf-- Surely what had snapped that tree branch before.

She turned to look behind her, and then her gaze focused on the girl in front of her once more, only...

She wasn't there anymore.

She couldn't tell her 'thank you' for saving her, for guiding her to the clearing, for getting her out of the darkness.

Where could she have gone?

A Cold chill ran up Mary's back at the thought of a spirit child leading her to safety, but maybe the girl was lost like she was?

She had so many questions, but they were interrupted.

"Hey, y'all! I Think I found one!" a voice cried out, a rider and Euphorian approached and Mary knew that she had been saved.

Thank you, she thought, strange child-- I hope that wherever you are, you're safe.

(593 words, also, for clarification! The little girl was a spirit of the woods, taking that form as it sensed that she was most comfortable around children.)

[Siven]

Username;; Siven
Show Name: SLA Down Ghost Town Road
Barn Name: Ghost
Gender: Mare
Age: Five years
Height: 18hh
Halter: Silver
Discipline: Show Jumping
Competition:Pᴀɴɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪɴɴɪᴇs ᴇʀᴜᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ғʟᴀᴛᴛᴇɴᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀs ɪɴ ᴅɪsɢᴜsᴛ. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ʙᴜɴᴄʜ ᴏғ ᴀʙsᴏʟᴜᴛᴇ ᴘᴀɴsɪᴇs! Iᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ sᴛᴏʀᴍ! Oᴋᴀʏ.. ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴀ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ sᴛᴏʀᴍ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴀ ᴡɪɴᴛᴇʀ sᴛᴏʀᴍ ɴᴏɴᴇᴛʜᴇʟᴇss. Wʜᴀᴛ ᴡᴀs sᴏ ᴛᴇʀʀɪғʏɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ? Gᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢ sɴᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴏɴ? Sʜᴇ sɴᴏʀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴇᴀʀs sᴛɪʟʟ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ᴛɪɢʜᴛʟʏ ᴀɢᴀɪɴsᴛ ʜᴇʀ sᴋᴜʟʟ, ᴀɴᴅ ɢʀᴜғғʟʏ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴀʀɪɴɢ.

"Yᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴏʀᴏɴs," sʜᴇ ᴍᴜᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ʜɪs ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴄᴏʟᴅʟʏ, ᴘᴀᴡɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴀɴɴᴏʏᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴᴛᴇʀʀᴜᴘᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛʏ sʟᴇᴇᴘ. Wᴏᴏsʜ. Hᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀs ᴘʀɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ, ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴛʀᴇᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇss, ᴇʏᴇs ɴᴀʀʀᴏᴡᴇᴅ. Wʜɪsʜ! Sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴍᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴀɪʀ ʙʀᴜsʜᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜɪɴᴅᴏ̨ᴜᴀʀᴛᴇʀs. Tʜᴇ ʜᴇғᴛʏ ᴍᴀʀᴇ ᴄʀᴀɴᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴇᴄᴋ ᴛᴏ ᴄᴀsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ɢᴀᴢᴇ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ. "Wʜᴀᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ-" sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴄᴜᴛ ʙʀɪsᴋʟʏ ᴏғғ ʙʏ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, sᴡɪsʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡʏ ғɪɢᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴀsʜɪɴɢ ʙʏ ʙʀɪsᴋʟʏ.

Sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴʟʏ ɪᴛ sᴛᴏᴘᴘᴇᴅ, ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ᴏғ ʜᴇʀ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ᴘᴀɪʀ ᴏғ ᴇᴇʀʏ, ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴇʏᴇs ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴏᴡɴ. Iɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴛʜɪs ᴍᴜsᴄᴜʟᴀʀ, ᴠᴀʟᴏʀᴏᴜs ᴍᴀʀᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟᴅ ᴄʜɪʟʟ ʀᴜɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ʜᴇʀ sᴘɪɴᴇ, sʜᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴇ. Nᴇᴠᴇʀ ʜᴀᴅ sʜᴇ ғᴇʟᴛ sᴜᴄʜ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴀɴᴅ sᴜᴅᴅᴇɴ ғᴇᴀʀ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ʟɪғᴇ, ᴇʏᴇs ᴡɪᴅᴇ ɪɴ sʜᴏᴄᴋ. "Gʜᴏssssᴛᴛᴛᴛ..........," ɪᴛ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ sᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴡʜɪsᴘᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʀ, "sssssᴀᴀᴀᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢɢɢɢ....." Pᴇʀʜᴀᴘs sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴɪɴɢ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴜɴғᴏʀᴇsᴇᴇɴ ᴅɪsᴍᴀʏ, ᴏʀ ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs... sʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ. Sʜᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ'ᴛ ᴏ̨ᴜɪᴛᴇ sᴜʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ғʀᴀɴᴋʟʏ, sʜᴇ ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ.

Aʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴛᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴀɪʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ sᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴘᴜᴘᴘʏ, Gʜᴏsᴛ sʜᴏᴛ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴘᴛʜs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜᴏʀsᴇs. Sʜᴇ ʟᴏᴡᴇʀᴇᴅ ʜɪs ʜᴇᴀᴅ, ɢʀɪɴᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴇᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ғʀɪɢʜᴛ. Sʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏᴛ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴡɪᴛɴᴇssᴇᴅ, ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀʟʟ, ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛᴇʟʟ ʜᴇʀ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ. Oʀ ᴅɪᴅ ɪᴛ..

-297
(And the world shall never know what she saw..)

[faentofheart]

Username;; LemonBunny
Show Name: Polar North's Nurse In Black
Barn Name: Mary
Gender: mare
Age: 3 Years
Height: 16hh
Halter: Black with gold or silver hardware please!
Discipline: Show Jumping, Dressage
Competition: She had been wandering for hours, unsure of where she was, unsure of anything-- The forest was so dark, darker than anything she had experienced before.

She couldn't smell her friends, her family, her handlers, the ranch, anything. She couldn't see anything either.

She was fumbling around in pitch blackness, having fallen time and time again over branches and stumps underfoot, her legs were surely bruised by now.

She whinnied in fear and uncertainty, the sound echoing through the false night surrounding her, she was silently begging for a rescuer, someone to pluck her from the inky darkness and take her someplace warm, someplace familiar.

She heard something snap behind her, or at least, she thought it was behind her, she couldn't see.

The blackbirds cawing overhead and the constant thudding of her own heart made it hard for her to pinpoint the source of any sound, not to mention the horrible, hollow echoes that resounded through the sky.

It seemed like every noise was amplified and screamed back at her by tall, taunting trees, mocking her for getting so lost in the thicket.

She turned the best that she could, fumbling once more over something under her leg, darned tree stump.

She could tell now, at this point she had tripped so many times she would be able to recognize almost anything underfoot.

She reared, trying to make herself as intimidating as possible, but her heart racing made her whinnies sound panicked and afraid, giving away that she was less fight, more flight.

"Shh. It's okay. Follow me."

A Small voice called out to her, and she felt a hand on her flank, unafraid of her size or her intimidation tactics.

Something about this sound, this hand-- A Young girl? It was calming to her.

It reminded her of when she was a foal and the headmaster's daughter would come see her, caressing her choppy mane and velvety nose.

Her heart calmed itself down, though she was still uneasy.

A Soft, sweet lullaby led her through a pathway, no branches or logs beneath her feet.

The tiniest bit of light illuminated the figure in front of her, a young girl in a white dress, black hair tied back in a ribbon and curled perfectly, she had no shoes, but she didn't have a speck of dirt anywhere on her.

Her pale pink ribbon bounced as she walked, something for Mary to focus on other than the horrors of the blackness around her.

Wait-- She could see something ahead!

A Clearing!

She picked up her pace, looking at the basking glow of light that beamed down onto the forest floor, it was daylight after all!

She heard something call out from behind her, the cry of a hungered wolf-- Surely what had snapped that tree branch before.

She turned to look behind her, and then her gaze focused on the girl in front of her once more, only...

She wasn't there anymore.

She couldn't tell her 'thank you' for saving her, for guiding her to the clearing, for getting her out of the darkness.

Where could she have gone?

A Cold chill ran up Mary's back at the thought of a spirit child leading her to safety, but maybe the girl was lost like she was?

She had so many questions, but they were interrupted.

"Hey, y'all! I Think I found one!" a voice cried out, a rider and Euphorian approached and Mary knew that she had been saved.

Thank you, she thought, strange child-- I hope that wherever you are, you're safe.

(593 words, also, for clarification! The little girl was a spirit of the woods, taking that form as it sensed that she was most comfortable around children.)

congrats! I loved all of your answers but this one stuck out to me! Ill get your halter and info updated shortly!

[LemonBunny]

Thank you so much! She's so beautiful ;;