[faentofheart]

Welcome to the Euphorian Retired Racehorse Project
Euphorian Thoroughbreds are a rare string of the Thoroughbred breed. They come from a single farm simply called “Euphoria” that has horses with mutated genes. These allow them to be able to possess any realistic coat or markings, but otherwise, they share the same long, strong legs, powerful hind, and great speed of ordinary Thoroughbreds. They can grow from 15hh-18hh, though usually are somewhere in the middle.
The horses readopted through the Euphorian Retired Racehorse Project are looking for a new loving home and a new job. They’ve tried racing and have either retired or decided the sport wasn’t for them. Either way, they are ready for the next chapter in their life. Pick how your Euphorians move forwards!

I'm a little bit late but I completely spaced </3 anyways! this babe represents the butch lesbian flag! For the competition, please write some random facts about them! You may add on whatever you would like as well! (Stories, art, moodboards, playlists etc)

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Gender: afab
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Eye Color: Brass and Honey
Phenotype: Red dun tobiano rabicano
Genotype: ee/aa Dd Toto RbRb
Edit List: cropped mane, perked ears
Breeding Info: dominant for rabicano, items/eye color do not pass in breedings

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End Date: July 12th

[Glowingsaltshaker]

Username;; Glowingsaltshaker
Show Name: The Fires of The World
Barn Name: Flinti (flinn-tea)
Gender: mare
Height: 14hh
Halter: flag colors!
Competition:

Name Reasoning:
Flinti was a play on the word flint, which starts fires. She was named this for her fiery soul, and ambitions for love.

Random Facts:

~Flinti is very protective, and has vast mood swings
~If you touch the tip of her withers, she'll spazz out and attack you
~She steals jackets to wear for herself, and has her own mirror in her stall to try them on with
~Her teeth are white as snow, she has her own toothbrush on the wall of her stall that she rubs her teeth on to brush them with.

Moodboard:

Story:

Flinti once loved a euphorian named Wolf. And Wolf once loved her. They met every night as they snuck out of their stalls to talk and bond. When they had first met, their love was endless for each other. But eventually, they decided that they could not be together. That they were better off apart. As much as it broke them both, it was the way they agreed it had to be.

It all began when Flinti saw her. Her the beautiful rose grey mare was brought in to Hawthorn River Ranch on a Saturday evening. Flinti was in love. When night fell, she opened her stall door and walked out, seeking the mare she had seen earlier. And there she was! Wolf was her name, she would later learn. They touched noses, and exchanged stories all night, every night, driving the other horses mad, keeping them up. But the two didn't care. They laughed and giggled, and cried together....WIP

Art:

Theme:
Hey There Delilah - Plain White Tees
&
Raging Fire - Phillip Phillips

WIPP

[mongrel]

username: doggface
registered name: adagio's outlaw
call name: louie
gender: mare
height: 17.0hh
halter: artist's choice

• her registered name, outlaw, is the
counterpart to sire bounty hunter.
• born april 7th, her sun sign is aries,
followed by leo moon & capricorn rising.
• despite being born in spring, louie's
favorite time of the year is autumn.
• she will absolutely go out of her way
a couple of fresh-picked strawberries.
• the best way to her stone-cold heart
is through finding her scratchy spot...
• ...which - here is your hint - is around
where the girth would normally sit.
• her favorite flower is the california
poppy, though she'd never admit it.
• she just cannot stand the sound of
jackets swishing when people walk.

xxxxbefore we dive into the legend of louie, the devil's daughter, the outlaw, we must first take a look at her famed father. he was called bounty hunter (and, amongst friends, dynamo), and there was good reason behind his name - in his time, he won over two million dollars for his incredibly proud owners. for a good amount of time, he was renowned in racing as one of the greatest living racehorses in the country.
xxxxwhat they didn't showcase to the public, however, was dynamo's terrible tendency to violently lash out at handlers and grooms and leave the entire stable scrambling to keep him under control. it seemed as though the only time he was calm was when he was running, which was fine by the owners that kept their distance from him when they weren't posed for a picture in the winner's circle. they could turn a blind eye to his frankly aggressive behavior expressed behind closed doors, for they weren't the ones leaving with broken noses and bruised ribs after attempting to contain him. within the barn and through hushed whispers, his reputation shifted once again and he was often referred to as the devil.
xxxxhe was successful beyond imagination. it seemed as though he could run all day without tiring or even breaking a sweat; his uncanny ability to push himself past feasible limits was what earned him those millions of dollars. after a few years, though, he began to slow down. it seemed to become harder for him to keep such an intense, consistent pace after countless races. at some point, dynamo simply couldn't keep up with younger, healthier competition, and for the first time in his career he placed second.
xxxxa week later, he was killed in a freak accident. it's widely speculated within racing circles, though, that the entire situation seemed a little too coincidental - with the insurance money his death would guarantee his owners, many believe that it wasn't as much of an accident as they have been told.
xxxxbounty hunter left behind an astounding legacy, as well as a new generation of racehorses who had the great stallion's genes pumping through their blood. amongst these hundreds of foals was a filly called louie. she showed great promise from the moment she took her first galloping stride at only a few hours old - it seemed as though dynamo had chosen one of his many little prodigies to carry on his name. and though her mother was carefully selected to be one of the most mild-mannered mares in the group to balance out the stallion's fiery temper, louie, too, would prove herself to be quite the handful.

xxxx"ohh, she's got devil horns," a man's voice laughed. he put a finger on each side of his head as he said so as if to emphasize the visual. "good luck with that one. she'll be just like her father. bastard of a horse, he was. el diablo. broke my wrist, did you know that?"
xxxxit seemed as though the second voice chose to take his question as a rhetorical one, for they didn't answer. "what do you mean, 'she's got devil horns?'" they instead asked, leaning against the wall as they stared into the stall where the newborn filly nursed on her mother. their eyes narrowed as they squinted, studying the foal in an attempt to catch these devil horns the man was talking about before he answered.
xxxx"you don't know? look at her ears," he responded, pointing over the door at her. glancing over his shoulder, he waved at the other, gesturing for them to come stand by him at the door to look at her more closely. "see how they curve in? they're like devil horns. horses with those ears always turn out to be little monsters. look at her, she's got that glint in her eye. just like dynamo."
xxxxthe other person was quiet for a few seconds after he stopped talking, watching the filly closely. "that's just superstition, don't be stupid."

xxxxand perhaps it was simply superstition, but if it was, it must've been quite the coincidence when louie grew into those horns and showed that she was, in fact, the devil's daughter.
xxxxit seemed as though she was everything bounty hunter was and more. at a mere two years old, she followed in the hoofprints of her father exactly - right from the get-go, she was racking up earnings with each new first place race. her success drew the attention of many of racing’s big names, for she was as beautiful as she was a damn good racehorse. it wasn't a surprise to her owners, considering the genes she was practically designed to carry, but it was certainly welcomed.
xxxxit worried the community, though. with the way dynamo and a couple other racehorse's paths abruptly under the supervision of this (nearly infamous) barn, it was concerning to watch a new star start on that same path knowing exactly where it was likely to end. though they’d gotten countless offers for their prize filly, nothing was grand enough for them to be willing to part with something they viewed such a monkey-making machine until a particularly wealthy peer, old and experienced in the racing industry, made an offer for this new, already impressive racehorse that the owners simply couldn't refuse - that offer was likely the reason louie still stands today. without it, nobody can say where she might've ended up if not in the ground.
xxxxshe turned out to be like her father in more ways than just success in her career, though. after a few more races under her new owner’s name, she was retired from racing to preserve her health and seek to give her a more well-rounded, fulfilling life. unfortunately for this barn’s handlers, they were inexperienced with the secretive, destructive other side of dynamo that seemed to pass onto his daughter. she could only be described as wild and uncontrollable, but the older woman who had bought her insisted that she not be deemed aggressive. louie carried her father’s need to run, and without it, she seemed lost and without purpose.
xxxxfrom there, she was sent to the woman’s daughter, who was known as the owner and manager of rehabilitation facility adagio equestrian. it was a controversial move in the racing industry, to seemingly waste the mare’s mostly untapped potential before she even started gaining traction and building a name for herself, but she knew what she was doing - louie’s potential was too great to be burnt up on racing.
xxxxlouie herself seemed to disagree. she was a spitfire stronger than adagio’s syaff had ever dealt with; it seemed only izabella, their biggest challenge so far, could rival her. she had a lot to learn, and don’t get it twisted - the mare was almost too smart for her own good, but the first thing she needed to learn was that there was more to her identity than running before she could move forward with anything else.
xxxxthat began with the mare who was trailered into adagio equestrian shortly after her own arrival. louie had never seen something so beautiful.

[♔Voltaire♔]

Mark 💜

[kyeza]

username: galaxyy.
show name: MVE Life on Mars
barn name: Mars
gender: mare
height: 15.3hh
discipline: mounted search & rescue
halter: moodboard, gold hardware

playlist:
talk too much [♫] ━ everybody talks [♫] ━ sour patch kids [♫]
taunt [♫] ━ one day [♫] ━ 3 nights [♫] ━ devil town [♫]

→ loves plants, especially succulents
→ favorite time of day is sunset
→ loves cinnamon & peanut butter
→ loves scratches on her neck
→ interested in mythology & astronomy
→ very proud, reluctant to ask for help
→ tends to dominate conversations
→ can get rambunctious w/o realizing
→ favorite treats are honey buns

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xxxxmars is a spunky, do-it-yourself type gal. named after both the red planet and the roman god of war, she is as rust-red and spirited as her respective namesakes. her mother had recognized her temper from the moment she'd decided she wanted to teach a moth who was boss immediately after finding her balance for the first time on her spindly legs. her mother had always said "if you want something done right, do it yourself." mars took this to heart as a filly. she refused to rely on others, to the point where her mother had to pull her aside and remind her that not every problem could be solved without aid. it's taken her many years to get past this mental barrier and feel more comfortable asking trusted friends for assistance every once in a while.

xxxxmars has a unique defense system when things don't go as planned: her mind blocks access to the worries and fears, instead covering up any trace of vulnerability with humor, sarcasm, and impulsive behavior. why expose herself when she can put on a front and pretend nothing was wrong? doing so allows her to momentarily believe everything is okay. it is rare for her to actually break down, and even rarer that someone else witnesses it. while this quality makes her a better leader, enabling her to lead a team effort without much influence from emotion, she often has a feeling that it will come back to bite her later on if she doesn't do anything about it.

xxxxwhen mars was little, her mother would tell her stories of gods above: greek, roman, egyptian, norse. they all intertwined in their own ways. one of her favorite tales had always been that of pandora and her jar. in an act of vengeance against prometheus for bestowing the gift of fire upon early humanity, zeus gave pandora a jar. she was warned not to open it, but naturally, curiosity got the best of her. pandora eventually opened the jar, releasing great evils into the world: hatred, war, death, hunger, and sickness. one thing, however, remained in the jar. hope, the very last inhabitant of the jar, refused to leave humanity. hope stood strong. even in such a dire time, hope found a way to survive.

xxxxmars also loves astronomy. as boisterous and talkative as she is, one glimpse of the shimmering veil of starlight up above quells her need for noise. she loves staring up at the night sky, locating each individual constellation and blazing star. she always loved the story of pegasus, the original winged horse. she loved the idea that she could sprout wings and fly away from her problems. she was intrigued by the fact that only one hero had managed to ride on his back and, regardless of the unfortunate fate that had befallen him, admired the relationship the two had. mars aspired to one day reach that level of trust and understanding with a rider.

xxxxmars has one very special, very vivid memory: her first eclipse. she was standing out in the lush pasture with her mother, romping around with the other foals. it would soon be nearing sunset, meaning that shades of scarlet, tangerine, and peach would dance in the sky as the sun sunk ever-so-slowly toward the trees, casting long, dark shadows. at first, she hadn't noticed that it'd gotten darker. the world seemed to dim until it was impossible to not notice. she remembered her mother telling her about these rare occurrences: how they brought nighttime to the day, how looking at it directly would render you blind. she could still hear the mares warning the other fillies not to look up. it had seemed so very surreal. the sun had fallen into a deep slumber during the middle of the day and vanished beneath the moon. unlike the other fillies, mars was not afraid. this darkness was soothing. the little bit of light cast by the corona of the sun reminded her that the sun was simply taking a break; it would be back within minutes and she had nothing to worry about.

xxxxmars still remembers her first love. it is a bittersweet memory, one infused with both love and heartache. a blue-grey mare had caught her eye, one reminiscent of one of her favorite planets, named after the roman sea god: neptune. her coat was a gleaming sea of blue, flecked with seafoam and shadows of creatures lurking below the surface. her eyes shone like polished pearls, basking in the light of the sun. mars had never felt this way before; she didn't know what to do. despite her usual confidence and fearlessness, mars was hesitant. unfortunately, she had let her nerves get the best of her. she watched from afar, admiring and waiting for a chance that would never come. one day, the mare stopped showing up to her usual places. mars would later learn that she had been moved to a new barn, though it was too late to change anything at that point. she would forever wish she had gotten over herself and gone up to the mare. the mistake had cost her dearly. mars and her neptune were never meant to be.


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[LivingLethal]

markin this pretty kid <3

[aliteralpinetree]

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I hear a song.

O broken hearted one,
your soul has grown weary...
Have you turned to the rippling tides
to engulf your lonely tears?
May the waves embrace you,
lull you softly to sleep...
Ease away all the hurt and pain
That you've carried through the years
But if given the chance,
Would you forget the past?
You and I can start all over
We can love again, my dear.

If only life had a rewind setting.



- Siren's Lament, a webcomic created by instantmiso.

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maybe finished? maybe adding?
have had the idea for this since i posted my mark, so hopefully it payed off lmaoo

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Username;; Babypigtiny
Show Name: SCS To The Unfinished Symphonies
Barn Name: Kalopsia
Gender: afab
Height: 18hh
Halter: Top color from the flag with gold hardware
Competition:

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Name:
SCS To The Unfinished Symphonies: SCS is a prefix for Scuttling Crab Stables, where she's housed. To The Unfinished Symphonies implies a dedication of something or other (see: herself) to what has been left undone, unfinished, halfway through and then abandoned. A symphony is an elaborate musical composition - meaning what was left unfinished would've truly been great, had it been seen through to the end. What a shame.
Kalopsia: Ancient greek; a noun. It means the delusion of things being more beautiful than they are. Ironic, considering that's her whole life at this point.

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Picture Board:
Image || Meaning (credit link)
includes the gradient color palette above !

yummyy || just look at it i want to drink that (x)

flower! || i imagine this is EXACTLY the kind of flower she would've given her beloved. (x)

what she should've said || alas. (x)

press play || ok this one's more for me but just look at it (x)

what the poor girl needs after this is over || honestly. also SO PRETTY maybe my aesthetic should be orange (x)

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Playlist:
Song Link || Artist || Description of meaning to the horse
small warning, several songs below have explicit lyrics

1. Peach Scone || Hobo Johnson

Oh, listen up
Young man, there's a—there's a young man, he writes stories
He's a writer, a little writer boy
He falls in love with a girl, girl already has a boyfriend
She kinda loves him back, but not really
They're just really good friends, and that's fine
He understands, it's rational

A writer boy, a little writer boy. Well. Kalopsia is no little writer boy - but she was younger once, she was in love once. But the one she wanted so badly was already in a relationship, and she didn't see her like that anyways, so what was the point of trying? Kalopsia was reduced to a friend to take up spare time, and to be there when her beloved's more important couldn't be there. Did it hurt? Plenty. But was she patient, and did she wait, and did she brush it off and keep coming after her even after all that time? Yeah. Yeah, unfortunately, she did.

2. Typical Story || Hobo Johnson

It's the story of the kid
Who clearly won’t know what to say
When the love of his life starts to calmly walk away
And it’s the story of the dad
Who decides to chase his dream
He quits his job, he falls apart
And he loses everything

What do you do, when the one you want the most doesn't want you back? When they start to get away? When they start drifting further and further away, and no matter how hard you try, it's just not the same? What then? Kalopsia had to ask herself that question, over and over, and still found the question had no answer.

3. Mover Awayer || Hobo Johnson

My girl moved away, huh
Can't help but think it's something that I say that
Makes her flee my loving arms and smiling face
And moves to a place where nobody even lovingly says her name
You know, it's something that I'd do
...
If I become a man
I'll grab your cheek with my unwavering hand and
I'll tell you that I'll never second guess all the lovely love we made

This one's pretty self-explanatory. They had different wishes for the future. Kalopsia thought one thing. Her girl thought another. and slowly, she moved on, moved away, didn't look back. Kalopsia was always back.

4. See You Again || Tyler, The Creator

You live in my dream state
Relocate my fantasy
I stay in reality
You live in my dream state
Any time I count sheep
That's the only time we make up, make up
You exist behind my eyelids, my eyelids
Now, I don't wanna wake up

Perhaps it was too good to be true, after all. Kalopsia always did all the chasing, but she never got anywhere. Always running in place. And it was always more of a her thing than a together thing, anyways, if it ended up so poorly.

5. Best Friend || Rex Orange County
there's a lot of female versions/covers of this song that i ADORE and would've been more fitting but i could NOT for the life of me pick a favorite, so the original is linked, and the pronouns are changed here

I still wanna be your favorite girl
I wanna be the one that makes your day
The one you think about as you lie awake
And I can't wait to be your number, your number one
I'll be your biggest fan and you'll be mine
But I still wanna break your heart and make you cry

Things didn't go so well, did they?

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Story:

Kalopsia wanted... a lot of things. She had a very clear vision of where she'd be someday, who she'd be with. But it didn't work out. The friend she chased after, as mentioned above, was already in a relationship by the time Kalopsia realized that it was her she was after, and gained the courage to ask her out. Obviously that didn't happen, because, you know, gotta respect the relationship. However, she waited patiently, all that time, for it to end, or for her to change her mind, or for something to happen. All the while trying to be a good, supportive friend. Like in Peach Scone: she spoke to the Other Guy, and found him pleasant, if not right enough for her dearest friend. But she couldn't be such a jerk as to break them up herself, so she chickened out and just spoke highly of them to each other, all the while watching and waiting as exactly what she didn't want to happen... happened. Typical Story - well, life's a typical story, and this one sort of is, too. The friend too shy to ask their bestie out, and then their BFF gets in a relationship, and they have to take a backseat and watch as they're slowly bumped away, rebuffed. As their friend makes more and more plans without them, and as more and more happens until they finally just drift away, and all hope is lost. It's not fair, but it's what happened here. What wound up happening, as in Mover Awayer, was that her friend completely got away, and she didn't even have the chance to try again someday. She was moved to a different barn, and Kalopsia was left alone and struggling. There was no someday, no later, no tomorrow, even. Just nothing. And that leaves us with Best Friend, which is more like Kalopsia looking back, contemplating what she's lost. She wanted that so bad, she said she was happy all the time, but it was a lie. She still wanted that even after all possibilities were gone, and would've taken anything more than this, just the empty knowledge that now there's nothing she could possibly do. She still wants to be the favorite. She still wants to be the one going away with her. But there's nothing she can do to change what's happening, so all she has left is the memories of when they were together. Even just as friends. Even not enough. But at least it was something, before now, when it's all gone.

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Facts:
because that's what the comp asked for, after all

1. The reason Kalopsia identifies with the butch lesbian idea is mostly centered on her appearance. She's tall, almost freakishly so, and built more on the thick/muscular side, like a stallion. Because of this, sometimes she struggles where to place her gender, but in the end, always winds up just calling it a day at staying a mare. She enjoys the company of all sorts of horses, but the only one she's ever really pursued was also a mare, thus the identification as a butch lesbian. If you want to know her well - really well - you might ask her sometime about how she stumbled upon her identity. She's pretty up-front about it, even if she doesn't fully understand it herself.

2. Her favorite ever animals are the squirrels that run around the property where she's stabled. They have so much energy, they're tiny like she could never hope to be, and anyways, they're allowed to come and go however they please. Actually, maybe they're not her favorite. Maybe she's just jealous of them. But she would never, ever admit that part to anyone, because she would be afraid they'd make fun of her.

3. She misses racing before she was retired. It was so much easier then, to only have to worry about making times and staying at the front of the pack, and to take life one day at a time. All that mattered was the track. She was good at it, and it was fun. Right now, she doesn't really have anyone to talk about it with, because most of her friends either never raced in the first place, or don't miss it near enough as she does. Or they don't get why she misses it. What's so good about being attached to the past, after all? Never looking ahead, never really building a future? She's lucky she's not a broodmare, and she's lucky she went to a good home, they say. She can't help but agree for their sakes, even though it's just not the same.

4. In her retirement Kalopsia was given a year off, away from the track and out of work completely. That's where she originally met her best friend, and that was before it morphed into something more than that. She was so bright, so energetic; Kalopsia never had to spend any minute of any day wondering why the stallion that asked her to be together did what he did. It was the East (even on the East coast, strangely fitting), and her Juliet became her sun. It was good to wake up every day knowing exactly where she was going, what she was doing then, too. Even if the answer was nothing and nowhere. Even if the answer was the same every day. It was bearable, it was more than bearable, even fun, because of that special someone. It's too bad it couldn't last.

5. After her year off was over, Kalopsia was put into work as a 3-day-eventer. She didn't take to dressage very well because of her size; it made her clumsy and she looked unwell. However, she was always willing to jump and do the cross county courses, so that's where she is today. When you see the giant coming for the course, you know you've found her. It takes her mind off of her ailments for a while, and it makes her happy, because she's pretty good at that, too. Her height is actually an advantage, for once, at least over the smaller courses. Bigger structure and bigger muscles means she has more power, and that sometimes she can simply step over obstacles that other horses have to jump. It's almost comical when she's put up against the ponies, who are leaping with all their might, while she's barely breaking a sweat and enjoying the day just hopping gently over everything.

6. One might say that Kalopsia has an affinity for sparkly things. They would be right. Her favorite, most treasured possession is a trophy halter she won in a low level show. Sure, maybe, it was a kids' show. And sure, maybe, it was meant for a much smaller horse, and it really doesn't fit her right, but hey! That's her halter! Rightfully won and absolutely adored! It's adorned with reflective, clear rhinestones (read: fake sparkly diamonds) on the browband, pink ones (read: princess accessories) on both cheekpieces, and blue ones (read: mysterious treasures) scattered along the nose band. For Kalopsia, it's more like a beloved comfort doll, because though it doesn't fit her, and the only way she can wear it is with it looped behind her ears and then hanging free, she still loves it more than anything. It makes her feel pretty, and it makes her feel like at least she's doing something right. More often than not, it travels with her on a hook in the trailer, and her owner smiles and puts it there where she can see it and feel glad again.

7. Nothing, and I repeat, nothing, makes Kalopsia relax more than a good spa day. She doesn't really like the farrier, and she definitely doesn't like the vet, but a good day at home, spent getting all dolled up and ready for a show? Or even just a good spring cleaning for the season? Nope, absolutely nothing can top it. There's just something so soothing about nice brush strokes getting rid of all her shed hair, cleaning her up, the soap slipping around and getting rid of any of the gritty dirt that builds up no matter how careful she is, the hose washing away bright white suds, the comb running through her mane and tail and straightening it all out... ah, yes. Heaven. She doesn't even mind getting her mane pulled. It doesn't really hurt, and it makes her feel better afterwards, so she has no problem with getting it evened out. Getting dried off afterwards isn't her favorite, but her owner is usually understanding and lets her stand inside and air dry, and she loves that, too. It's nice and easy to continue to lounge around and relax after a good wash, and then to be told she doesn't have to get back out there and do anything yet? Oh, yes, please. More for her.

8. One habit that Kalopsia has, no matter where they're riding, or when, or sometimes not even riding, is chewing on things. She's a very mouthy horse, and like to examine new things by taking a sniff... then taking a chomp. When out: chewing on the bit, the reins, her food. When in the pasture: grooming with other horses through gentle nibbles. When in her stall: licking at a salt lick, chomping on toys, nomming on the wood door. She used to be a cribber in her younger days, but it made her sick a few times when she took in too much air and got bloated, and eventually, she grew out of it. The remainder of her habit is just to chew on the wood without doing anything more, and this usually satisfies her just as much. If not more, because she doesn't have to worry about anything now. She's very easy to distract with something new, and if you've seen that video of a horse with a rubber chicken, that would be EXACTLY like her. Picking things up, messing around with them, chewing on her toys to keep herself busy. She really, really enjoys them.

9. The picture below of colored horse hooves was made by Kalopsia. Or something similar, anyways. Her owner is very happy to try out new things, and sometimes when she notices Kalopsia getting sad, she pulls out the paint and some canvases, and sees what happens. Kalopsia usually associates the bright colors and easygoing times as good, and so she typically lightens up some at these events. It's a little pick-me-up tradition, and if nothing else, the idea that someone is worrying about her and is concerned she doesn't seem as alright as she always tries to look makes her happier. Usually the paintings are in rainbow colors, but occassionally, Kalopsia tries to pick colors out for herself. Her owner tries her best to understand and does as much as she can to help this along, and eventually, they end up with a finished painting. Fun fact: horses cannot see red. It appears grey to them. It is easiest for them to see yellow and blue, and so Kalopsia, when she does pick a color, usually picks some derivative of these two - especially green, since it's a perfect mix!

10. Kalopsia's mane is not always clipped, but when it's not competition season, it almost always is. When she's in the field, she has a big tendency to either chew on her mane as it grows long (making it thin and patchy where she can reach) or itch it off against fence posts. It bothers her to have a long mane, and so, usually it's gone. When it does have to be longer, or at least when it's better to be longer for shows, she spends a lot of time with it up in braids where it's no longer bothersome and a lot easier to keep up with, with the added perk of looking really good in shows. It gets very thick, but the individual strands are fine and small, so when it's left loose it tickles and itches, which is what irritates her. However, when it's pinned back or braided up, the thickness and how shiny it can get makes it look very pretty, which is why it's not always shaved down.

11. Flickering lights are a HUGE spook for her. Because of this, she absolutely detests storms. Maybe it's a sensory issue, or maybe they just really bother her, but it's unwise to keep her anywhere near where they could be. Something like a single flickering light in the indoor arena can set her off for an entire practice, making her short-tempered and not very focused. Lightning flashing when she's outside and can see it freaks her out immensely, and she might even hurt herself trying to run away from it and find shelter. Her friend used to find it endearing; without her, Kalopsia simply feels like a fool, even though she can't control it.

12. Her favorite, favorite treat ever is peppermints. Because of this, her favorite holiday is also Christmas, because it's when the mints are most readily available, and most often handed out to the horses at the barn. She can, and will, fully take someone down for an extra helping of peppermint, and will probably not feel bad about it afterwards, because sheesh. It's her favorite! What don't you people get!!

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Art:
ii had time for the chicken art yay!! if i get more i will draw her with that poor halter of hers lol

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(by me <3 story above: horse artwork!)

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also by me! Kalopsia with her horde of chicken buddies. NO idea why it's so big here but that's cs for you
ft. by suggestion, her face marking that looks like the ghost of all rubber chickens past

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[♔Voltaire♔]

Stepping in to judge on Ranger's behalf- Congratulations, doggface! We love our outlandish and fun babies!! Halters will be updated whenever Ranger gets back <3

[aliteralpinetree]

congrats!! :'|

[mongrel]

THANK U SM VOL!!!! SO EXCITED FOR THIS LADY <33