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So I noticed all of our Paint party horses up to this point were stallions, so I present you with the first paint party mare!

(I just realized I forgot to add two edits so she will be for adoption soon XD)

Ok to win this girl you'll need to write a short story (1-2 paragraphs) on where she came from and how you came to own her. You can write it in story form, but please no more than a page when typed in word.

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Show name:[/b]
[b]Barn name:[/b]
[b]Breed:[/b]
[b]Height:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b] Mare
[b]Color:[/b] Palomino Frame
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Story:[/b]
[b]Other:[/b]


[Eremite]

Username: ~Country~
Show name: Imperfect Elegance
Barn name: Elegance
Breed: TB
Height: 16.3
Age: 4 years 11 months
Gender: Mare
Color: Palomino Frame
Personality: Elegace is of course, very elegant. She had a gentle voice that goes perfectly with her gentle nature. She is quick and light on her hooves. Although she may not look like it, she is clumsy at times. This strong and determined mare is strict at times. All around she is a very friendly and lovely horse.
Story: Elegance opened her eyes. It was early in the morning and was already warm. The skies were a light blue and the clouds thin and faint. Her rider Aspen was tending the other horses in the stable, he was only a stable hand but his work paid for Elegance to stay there. The young blonde man came and led her out of her stall and tied her to a post. (Sorry for the lack of story it's still a WIP)
Other: please PM me if I don't get the story done by the day this ends! Thanks ^-^

[G1 Sunstreaker]

Username: TILL ALL ARE ONE, baby! >:D
Show name: Wishin' You Had Wings
Barn name: Wings
Breed: Paint/Mustang/TB mix
Height: 16.4 Hands
Age: 7 1/2
Gender: Mare
Color: Palomino Frame
Personality: Wings has always been the bright one, the sensitive mare with a kind heart who easily forgives. She can be spooked...fairly easily, although she wont shy at every single flapping thing out there. She's an excellent Dressage horse, for her steadiness, light mouth, and grace give her an advantage in the field.
Story:

I remember the day I first saw her.[corny as that sounds XD] I was at a horse fair, people milling about everywhere and pushing up against you, making it hard to focus on one horse. It was incredibly crowded for a horse fair.
Then I noticed a pair of white ears peeking up above the crowd[I was rather short at that time]. It was difficult, but I managed to push and shove my way through the crowd, mutters and mumbles of "Excuse me" and "Pardon me" becoming lost in the buzzing murmur of many voices.
When I had finally curved through the mass of people and made it through to the other side, I was greeted with a pair of curious sienna brown eyes set in a beautiful white-and-gold head, connected to a fine, slender neck whose base met with a graceful, well-set body, patched in splotches of white and pale gold.
The horse nudged me, and the salesman to my left swiftly moved into action. "A lovely fine horse, here. Steady step, light mouth. Oh, and really good in the dressage field too."
My hand reached up and rubbed gently over the mare's cheek. She tossed her head lightly, a pleased look in her gently intelligent eyes. "How much?"
"Two grand, even."
"I'll give you one seventy-five."
"Done."
The transaction was made, and as I swiftly counted out the required amount, I glanced back up at the mare, hands working quickly.
She was giving me the most curious stare, eyes twinkling knowingly.
Later, as I led the mare across the quarter-mile walk back my small ranch, I watched her gait, and knew the salesman was right. It was as if she were gliding above the ground.
"I think I'll call you Wings."
And that was when our friendship began.

Other:

[.Live.Love.Laugh.]

It'll drive a cowboy crazy
It'll drive the man insane,and he'll sell off everything he owns just to pay to play the game.
It's boots and chaps, it's cowboy hats.
It's spurs and latigo.
t's the ropes and the reins,and the joy and the pain and they call the thing rodeo

username:
.Live.Love.Laugh.

show name:
Frenchmans Spice

barn name:
Soku

reason for her name:
Frenchmans Spice was given her name due to her lively personality as a young filly in the brooding barn. Always this little filly could brighten up your day with her little bucking and rearing antics that made you smile. Her mothers name was Dash of Corona, and her fathers name was Frenchmans Guy. This was placed with her lively name to make Frenchmans Spice. Her barn name Suko was chosen by her breeder, and it just stuck.

breed:
Quarter Horse

height:
15.4hh

age:
Six Years

gender:
Mare

color:
Palomino Frame

personality:
Suko is a very lively young mare with a lot to offer any rider who gets on her back. This horse with her excellent barrel and reining lineage has a lot of potential to be the next the next big star of the barrel racing world. With this potential come a attitude to match, This little girl is all about going fast or going no where at all. High Strung, Kinda Wild, and loving to run this mare is a handful when it comes to turning them cans. Frenchmans Spice is a firecracker mare with potential to be big.

story:
Suko was born at a Ranch nestled in what seemed to be the heartland of the best horses in America. She was born to a bay overo mare named 'Dash of Corona' or Liq. The young filly was always so happy a wild in the fields and in the barn, always nickering when you walked by without petting her, and just being a little playful foal. She stayed this way until her 3rd birthday, and that's when her training begun.
-_-_-
I was at my trainer's barn, the spring air had a nice nip too it this morning. I shivered as I sat on my horse rope in hand to lasso,Suko if she got away. We had the palomino mare in a large arena trying to ride her. She saddled really nice, handled real easy, but when it came to train for barrels she acted like a hot headed, wild mustang who never been under the saddle. I watched her carefully as she was loped towards the first barrel, and about half way she started ringing her tail and trying to rear. I got ready leaning forward on my big buckskin tovero frame mare, Siren, she took a step awaiting for the cue to leap forward. I kicked her as my trainer's helper fell off of the filly. Siren lept forward like a frog, and took off and swung my rope over my head and as soon as it went over her head Siren slid to a stop and quickly wrapped it around her saddle horn. I looked a Suko stood there bucking as the rope was around her neck. I got off my horse, and walked over and said in a soft but strong voice. "Suko, calm down." The filly looked at me and watched me with her bright eyes. I heard my trainer say something and I turned around. My face lost color as I heard what he said. "Ride Suko." I looked at him giving him a look but I didn't agure. walking nad running my hands down her sweaty neck to remove the rope with one as I held her reins with the other. I was in shock as she stood still, and I knew she mite just be playing coy with me. I got in the saddle, still nothing. Now came the moment of truth, as I loped Suko towards the first barrel she rung her tail and I tapped her with my spurs. The filly her first time on the barrels drop her hind quarters and went around the first barrel like a pro. The next two needed a little work but she ran home sliding to a stop, and this made me smile. I got off rubbing her sweaty lathered neck, and I heard my trainer say "Raegan, here you go." He handed me Suko's 'show-halter' with topaz jewels on it. Along with that I was handed a piece of paper. I unfolded it and it was her papers. I couldn't believe I was given this horse the only thing I could do was grin.
-_-_-
We went on to be big in our state and surrounding states, now I got invite to go to AQHA Worlds this year, for Barrels and Roping. Hopefully I can share that adventure with you.

lineage:
Mother is a Corona Cartel bred mare. Corona Cartel has earned over $557,142 in racing earnings. She is the Great Grand daughter of Sun Frost, who has sired many champions. Great Great Great Granddaughter of Dash For Cash who earned $507,687 in racing earnings. Her sire is Frenchmans Guy who has earned over six million dollars in earnings, and is champion barrel racer.

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[teresa8oats]

wow this horse is stunning! Good Luck~

[ty_tay]

Username: TILL ALL ARE ONE, baby! >:D
Show name: Wishin' You Had Wings
Barn name: Wings
Breed: Paint/Mustang/TB mix
Height: 16.4 Hands
Age: 7 1/2
Gender: Mare
Color: Palomino Frame
Personality: Wings has always been the bright one, the sensitive mare with a kind heart who easily forgives. She can be spooked...fairly easily, although she wont shy at every single flapping thing out there. She's an excellent Dressage horse, for her steadiness, light mouth, and grace give her an advantage in the field.
Story:

I remember the day I first saw her.[corny as that sounds XD] I was at a horse fair, people milling about everywhere and pushing up against you, making it hard to focus on one horse. It was incredibly crowded for a horse fair.
Then I noticed a pair of white ears peeking up above the crowd[I was rather short at that time]. It was difficult, but I managed to push and shove my way through the crowd, mutters and mumbles of "Excuse me" and "Pardon me" becoming lost in the buzzing murmur of many voices.
When I had finally curved through the mass of people and made it through to the other side, I was greeted with a pair of curious sienna brown eyes set in a beautiful white-and-gold head, connected to a fine, slender neck whose base met with a graceful, well-set body, patched in splotches of white and pale gold.
The horse nudged me, and the salesman to my left swiftly moved into action. "A lovely fine horse, here. Steady step, light mouth. Oh, and really good in the dressage field too."
My hand reached up and rubbed gently over the mare's cheek. She tossed her head lightly, a pleased look in her gently intelligent eyes. "How much?"
"Two grand, even."
"I'll give you one seventy-five."
"Done."
The transaction was made, and as I swiftly counted out the required amount, I glanced back up at the mare, hands working quickly.
She was giving me the most curious stare, eyes twinkling knowingly.
Later, as I led the mare across the quarter-mile walk back my small ranch, I watched her gait, and knew the salesman was right. It was as if she were gliding above the ground.
"I think I'll call you Wings."
And that was when our friendship began.

Other:

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