[hellenistic]

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 Route One's Special 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.

Competition: This horse wandered away from the crowd of horses at the clearing. Describe or draw how he was found. Minimum word count of 200 or minimum art qualification of a lined and flat-colored piece !

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Show Name:
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Gender: Stallion
Age:
Height:
Eye Color: Hazel
Phenotype: Black Pearl Overo with Vitiligo
Genotype: EE aa prlprl Oo + Vitiligo
Mane Type: Cropped
Discipline:
Halter:
Breeding Info:
- vitiligo follows the rare roll rate
- homozygous extension
- homozygous pearl
Edit List:
cropped mane
trimmed tail
perked ears

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[b]Gender:[/b] Stallion
[b]Age:[/b]
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Ends November 16 at 10am EST.

[Southern sweetie]

Username;; southern sweetie
Show Name: High Tabasco Cat
Barn Name: Akeel
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6y
Height: 17h
Halter: pastel pumpkin with cinnamon colored hardware please <3
Discipline: barrels
Competition:

A little more to the right! Little more.. little more.. no wait stop right there!Haha yep there I am.. that big hunk of trapped stallion. Tangled in those god forsaken brambles. Did I forget to mention how this cold weather is going to affect my coat?! Oh, you don’t care? You want to know how I got here? Well then, here’s my story.. try to keep up.

The mess of tails and bodies scattering all around Akeel only made things worse. After taking such a tumble from the crash, his mind was spinning. It was the moment his flight or fight instinct would have kicked in but it didn’t. Within the panic he was shoved by several horses towards the woods.

With his mind starting to finally come back mc he heard a shriek! He looked to his right to find a mare being trampled under hooves in the panic. Akeel quickly dodged and darted to her side and shoved a few stallions out of the way before trampling her further. “Hey are you okay? Come on, get up. We have to go!” He bent down to give her a shoulder to lean on. “Thanks ..” the sun faded Sabino mare said while out of breath. “ Try to stick close to me” akeel said to the mare.

She gave a Kurt nod and with that they were off to follow the rest of the horses within the woods. Racing as if something evil was tail lengths from snatching them. They leaped and bounded over trees, bushes, puddles and holes. It felt like they had been running for years but only to be yards. Thankfully it seemed as if the stampede was coming to a halt.

As adrenaline and blood flow came to a normal range so did the heard of horses within a clearing. Aleek kept the the younger mares flank just in case she was to have a fall from being trampled. An older stallion called out into the heard “If you are injured or are needing help please move towards the right side of the clearing!” Turning his neck, he spotted an older blue roan mare with a misplaced blaze apon her face. She was already attending to a mother and foal.

Akeel nudged the mare he had helped in that direction. She nickered a thank and worked her way there. Akeel had felt a sudden urge to drink. Running within the cold must have really worked up a sweat and dehydration in his body. He glanced around the clearing in hopes there may be a small stream or puddle. His head and ears dropped with dissatisfaction; Nothing.

Giving a curt snort. Decided he’d take on the responsibility of finding a water source. He was sure there’d be others in search of it. Akeel took off trotting to the outskirts of the clearing with one task on his mind.

Going at a slower pace, these woods didn’t seem to scary. Of course the cold winds setting in didn’t give much hope though. Along his trek the wind began to pick up. Taking a short stop he hunched his shoulders and gave a shiver. If water was to be found it better be soon.

What was that sound? The interest made his ear perk. It could have definitely been a trick playing his mind but it sure sounded like a babbling brook! Akeel felt his heart leap a little with joy. Giving a giddy snort he took off towards the sound. Eyes wide with happiness, akeel came apon a small creek flowing with crystal clear water.

Throwing his head back, he gave a few whinnies. He felt accomplished with finding a resource the heard would need. Bending down he decided to take a few drinks before heading back. The feeling of the ice cold water sliding down his throat was both a blessing and a curse. Curse being he deep down inside wished he was still within his warm stall. It was for sure a shame that stable had closed down

Unbeknownst to akeel the wind had picked up quite fiercely. When it finally caught his attention, the wind started whipping sporadically through the bare trees. Whistling and branches smacking against each other. This was not a safe environment to be in he thought. “I better get going before something happens” he said aloud.

Getting ready to turn from the creek and head back to the clearing. A loud crack rang through the trees. Sounding like thunder had fallen from the sky. A fairly large tree crashed to the forest floor right behind akeel. Scared for his life, the flight or fight feeling kicked in. Flight was definitely a good response in this instance.

Having no choice but to jump over the creek akeel fled further from the clearing. Rushing through the forest once again, his adrenaline spiked higher then last. This time though leaves and twigs flew through the air. Making it much more difficult to see and navigate.

Heading to an even thicker part of the forest, the wind began picked up even more. Twigs and leaves began to stick within his mane. Twisting and knotting more then before. A rather large stick slammed into his face. Temporarily blinding his vision.

Akeel let out a shriek swinging his head side to side in pain. Not seeing the danger that lie ahead he pushed forward. Continuing forward his hoof caught a root from a tree. He tumbled forward into a thicket. Scratching his skin and roughing him up further.

Coming to a halt he was finally able to gather his thoughts and surroundings. Huh that was funny, the trees were all facing the wrong direction. Oh wait, they weren’t but he was! His heart started to pound a little more and he struggled to move his legs and body. He let out several loud shrills into the forest.

Lucky for him though a rider and mare came to his rescue err rather unpredictable predicament. He was always one to think he could have taken care of himself when younger. But today had definitely proved his survival skills in a nutshell. Relief was an understatement for this stallion.

Have you kept up so far ? Talk about a bad hair day! This will take months to groom properly! You don’t care ? Oh you have other horses to save? Pshhhb.. Typical mare syndrome. Any rate this is how I ended in those goD awful brambles. Do stick around though, my story’s just beginning...

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[Lavellan]

Username;; Lavellan
Show Name: Take Me To Church
Barn Name: Church
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5 Years, 2 Months
Height: 16.3hh
Halter: Artist's Choice! <3
Discipline: Barrel Racing
Competition:

It hadn’t been fear that drew Church from the crowd, rather, curiosity. It was rare that he had the chance to explore, the humans back at Hawthorn always kept such a close eye on him. Freedom was a temptation that he couldn’t resist, and, as the others huddled together in a group, he snapped at the bait. Wandering deeper into the woods, instinct kept him close to the group, but eventually, he wandered out of eyeline, and finally, out of earshot. He’d find his way back though, he was sure of it.

He didn’t hear the commotion of the others being found, he had been too far away... And too preoccupied. The ground beneath him was cold, far colder than he’d ever experienced before, but he didn’t let that deter him. Dropping to his knees, he tried not to flinch as the icy dirt collided with his belly. Snorting with the effort, he pushed himself over onto his back, rolling in the mud. It was a rare treat, he didn’t often get the chance to roll.
The movement didn’t work as intended, however, as the ground was too hard to coat his oh-so-precious pelt in mud like he had wanted it to. He was just a little bit more ruffled than before.
Snorting, tossing his head with disapproval, Church soon realized that the woods were much quieter than before.

Flicking his ears, trying desperately to hear what was making the world so eerie, a snap caught his attention. Whipping his head around, he spotted the worst thing he could have possibly imagined.
“Hey, there’s another horse over here!”

No.
No. He had just gotten away from the people. He wasn’t going back.
Pushing his energy into his hind legs, he powered himself forward, thundering through the dense forest. He heard the thunderous hooves of the chase behind him, and, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the blonde horse powering closer. Church dug down, snorts ricocheting from his chest every time a hoof collided with the hard ground, but it wasn’t enough. The other stallion was far fitter than he was, and, as he glanced back, Church could see him gaining on him. The human on his back had a rope in her hand, ready to wrangle him back to their clutches.

Not today.
He pinned his ears, the spotted pelt melting almost perfectly into his mane, he dug deep, taking a turn so sharp it caused the human to use a swear word he had never heard before. The other stallion wasn’t as nimble, stumbling in a wider arc of a circle and giving Church a short lead. It wasn’t much, but it was enough for the stallion to formulate a plan.
He allowed the others to get close, then performed another sharp turn, then again, and again. But each time, they got just that little bit closer. Snorting, Church turned again, this time lashing a kick out to the horse on his tail. He heard the other stallion grunt, but didn’t make contact, and, to his horror, he felt his hooves slip out from beneath them. Landing heavily on his shoulder, the pearl stallion slid for a couple of metres, and then, when he stood up, the rope was already hanging around his neck.
Snorting in protest, he tried to back away, but the rope just tightened. Growling, rearing up with a kick of his foreleg towards the other stallion’s hind, hoping to rile up the other horse, to his disappointment, the other stallion just rolled his eyes, beginning to walk at the command of the human on his back, and, with a huge sigh, Church lowered his head, beginning for follow.

Hey, freedom was sweet while it lasted. His ears were starting to get cold anyway.

[kyeza]

Username;; galaxyy.
Show Name: HHS Always Gold
Barn Name: Midas
Gender: stallion
Age: 6 years
Height: 16.2hh
Halter: cream with gold hardware
Discipline: hunter jumper
Competition:

xxxxsince he was a foal, midas had a love for other animals. he could often be found playing with the dogs when they came to visit under the fence in the pasture and sleeping with the barn cats in his stall. he would always whinny when he spotted one of his friends nearby and trot right over when he could. one of his favorite animals were rabbits: they were so soft and friendly. one time when he was out in the pasture, he noticed a little bunny sitting a couple feet from where he stood grazing. it didn't run away when midas approached and they quickly became friends. it would return every day, so when midas got let out into the pasture, he would always run over to that special corner to find his grazing buddy. one day, however, when he trotted over to their usual spot, the rabbit wasn't there. he waited there all day and protested when his owner came to bring him in to his stall, but his little friend didn't show up. he would linger in that area for days on end until he eventually gave up and reluctantly went to play with the other colts. the rabbit never returned, but midas would always think of him.

xxxxso, despite how long it had been, when he spotted a little brown rabbit that on bitterly cold day in the woods as he stood among the other lost horses, midas didn't hesitate to follow it deeper into the foliage. the curiosity from his yearling days was clearly still present. he walked farther and farther into the forest behind the rabbit. it almost seemed as if the creature was trying to lead him somewhere. it was strange, but midas felt a sense of safety around the critter; he trusted it wouldn't lead him to any danger. the suffocating darkness cast by the trees around them began to fade. suddenly, the sound of hoofbeats on the frosted vegetation below could be heard. midas glanced to the right, hearing a muffled shout. he spotted a long, single file line of horses not too far away. one of the people on horseback had noticed his rather shiny coat and called out. knowing they didn't have any ill intentions, midas peered gratefully down at his rabbit friend who had led him here. he nuzzled it with his nose before walking over to join the group. he was greeted with cheerful whinnies from his fellow equines before heading off in the direction of the stables with one of the people from the search party.

[hellenistic]

Username;; Lavellan
Show Name: Take Me To Church
Barn Name: Church
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5 Years, 2 Months
Height: 16.3hh
Halter: Artist's Choice! <3
Discipline: Barrel Racing
Competition:




congrats !

southern sweetie you may choose a common or under item as a ru !

[Lavellan]

oh no stop baers thank you so much ;~; i love him already! <33