[LivingLethal]

Route Three of the Hawthorn Hooves Stable Event
The blizzard was on its way. As the sun was threatening to dip behind the horizon and turn the evening to night, someone shouts out, something about hearing a horse walking. The group quickly follows the sound, unsure what could be making the noise, but another member shouts about spotting a cave.

Sure enough, when the cave is inspected, several pairs of equine eyes gaze hopefully outwards, delighted to have finally been found.

This is a Route Three horse! Remember you must first enter in the Route Three prompt before you enter for any horses listed as route three. 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 stood at the front of the cave when found, as if defending the herd from whatever was oncoming. Have they always been this brave? Art and writing is permitted and there are no limits on either.

Owner: DuskzeHedgie
Show Name: Forged in Fire
Barn Name: Theresa
Gender: mare
Age: 8
Height: 16hh
Eye Color: crimson
Phenotype: sooty seal varnish appaloosa
Genotype: Ee AtAt Lplp Stysty
Mane Type: trimmed
Discipline: Western Pleasure
Halter: White
Breeding Info: seal agouti will always pass, but is inferior to wild agouti and agouti. appaloosa will only be degrees of varnishing, mottled skin, and striped hooves unless another appaloosa parent is present with different traits.
Edit List: perked ears, trimmed tail

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Ends November 28 at 10am EST!

[duskze]

Username;; DuskzeHedgie
Show Name: Forged in Fire
Barn Name: Theresa
Gender: mare
Age: Eight Years
Height: 16hh
Halter: White
Discipline: Western Pleasure
Competition:
Theresa could remember the first time she hadn't been brave. She had only been a yearling, barely past the point of being attached to her mother's hip. There were several other foals residing at their stables and she'd loved to run out and play with them. Their favorite games were racing to see who was the fastest and challenging each other to leap as high as possible. She wasn't usually the best, but their efforts always dissolved into giggles by the end anyway so it didn't bother her. As long as they were having fun that was all that mattered. On one particular dusky evening while they were chasing each other in circles, originally having started with tag but it had soon turned into a silly free for all, a sudden loud whinny of alarm sounded at the opposite end of the field. Theresa had stumbled to a halt, quickly perking her ears and craning her neck as she tried to discern what had caused the noise of distress. At first all she noticed were the adult horses, their dams, in various states of panic. One was racing toward them as quickly as possible, seeming frantic, while another reared on her hind legs and released a shrill, fearful neigh. She wasn't sure where her own mother was at the moment, but her full attention was fixated on the point she believed the danger was approaching. It all happened so fast. One second the way seemed clear and the next second there was a speeding blur of light brown, heading straight for them and almost certainly going to arrive before any of their parents could get there. It was too difficult to identify at first glance through the grass, but none of the other foals needed any more coaxing to split off from each other and gallop with all their strength, around the threat and onto a path directly to their dams. Theresa on the other hand, faced with the chaos of the situation and an unknown danger bearing down on her, had frozen in fear. Her legs were completely locked, trembling underneath her, as she stared down whatever was coming for her with wide eyes and bated breath. By the time it was close enough to recognize, a very large puma, it was too late for her to run anywhere. She was too scared even to cry out, not that calling for help would have done any good at this point. She would have been done for, if it wasn't for the sudden flash of a dark brown coat entering her peripheral. The puma was abruptly blocked from her view as an angry stallion, her father, brought his hooves crashing down in front of the beast with a deafening shout. The cat, startled out of it's fur, immediately veered away and ran pell-mell back to where it had come from. They found out later that part of the fence had rotted, thus giving a space for the animal to fit through. If it hadn't been for her father jumping over the wooden railings to rush to her aid, that day could have ended very differently. Thankfully no one was hurt, though the experience had a profound affect on her. A small part of her felt guilty for a long time after that she had given in to fear and been unable to move to safety like the others. It stayed with her, a quiet voice in her head reminding her every time she felt nervous about how she had failed to be brave once before.

The day of the crash had been no different. She'd been terrified when the trailers skidded out of control, when the screams of over a dozen frightened horses assaulted her ears and struck panic deep in her heart. If it wasn't for the horses behind her in her own trailer pushing and shoving to get out into the open, she may have been seized with fright the same as before. She stumbled with the others, realizing that once she'd begun to run she was entirely unable to stop. They went for miles, the rough terrain hurting her hooves and the dense foliage whipping against her coat painfully. It wasn't until the adrenaline subsided that they could finally come to a halt, the group anxiously shuffling around each other with high pitched whinnies as they realized the predicament they were in. Nothing in the area was familiar and the sounds and smells of wild creatures were threatening to their senses. Theresa was sure she noticed the scent of puma, and it vividly brought up the day she had froze all over again, that awful nagging voice telling her she was going to fail here too. At that moment Theresa had a striking realization, and it had taken a wild flight through an imposing wilderness for her to grasp it. She was tired. Yes, partially from the running, but it was more than that. She was tired of being that same little filly who hadn't been able to get away once. She'd been letting it define her for such a long time now, and she didn't want to stand for it anymore. She was only a year old when it happened, it had no bearing on what she was now. A full grown, very capable mare, with plenty of achievements to her name. She made up her mind in that moment that she wasn't going to be a scared little yearling anymore. With a frustrated snort and shake of her mane she resolved to take initiative. She let out a rallying neigh to the friends all around her, the first voice of confidence in their moment of chaos. She didn't know what tomorrow would bring but she was going to face it head on, and this time, she wasn't going to let it shake her. No matter what.

[982 words, may add if i have time <3]

[LivingLethal]

Username;; DuskzeHedgie
Show Name: Forged in Fire
Barn Name: Theresa
Gender: mare
Age: Eight Years
Height: 16hh
Halter: White
Discipline: Western Pleasure
Competition:

congratulations! halter will be updated when i get a chance 🧡

[duskze]

aaa thank you so so much!!! I absolutely love her I’m so happy right now