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Owner:
Arrows

Show Name:
Crowned Royal

Barn Name:
Raja

Gender:
Mare

Age:
5 Years

Height:
14.8 HH

Breed:
Morgan xXx Paso Fino

Personality:
Raja is harmless. She would never hurt anyone, and is obliged to helping others. The mare is not only patient, but also empathetic and bright. She feels everyone and thing has a destiny, and that she's going to fulfill hers no matter what it takes. This buckskin is very, very loyal and intelligent. Crowned Royal is determined to live up to her name and act like she's suppose to. This mare is a people-pleaser and a perfectionist. Raja would never let anyone down, and wants to befriend everyone. She truly thinks that deep down, no matter how deep it is, everyone has a heart of gold like no other. This mare is a leader, and is a role model to all. Of course, she had her flaws -little things, like letting anger occasionally get the best of her, if it comes. Or, how she crumbles under harsh pressure. But no matter -Crowned Royal is set on looking at the good and pushing through the bad, not the other way around.

She has commanded herself to help others, always. Save anyone and everyone you can.

Story:
[This might make you cry, but its really cute!]
There once was a young girl who had leukemia. She loved to ride horses, and her parents owned a nearby ranch. After battling the disease for three years, her immune system was too weak to keep fighting. The moment it faltered? The cancer swarmed in. Moments before she died, she looked into her father's and mother's eyes with beautiful brown eyes and her voice cracked when she spoke. "Do you believe in God, Momma and Poppa?" The girl whispered.
"Of course we do, honey." The parents said in union, a pure and salty tear streaking down the mother's face.
"What about reincarnation?" The little girl then said. She watched them with intent eyes, feeling guilty about making them cry. She was their only child.
"Yes, Ariana, of course we do." Ariana's mother could barely speak. Her voice was rough and barely audible.
"I do, too. I want to be a horse, so I can be free and run with the wind. I want to be fine and beautiful, like that mare at the barn. Ya know, Sweet as Candy." The girl said grimly, thinking of the beautiful pregnant mare. Her parents had told her that Candy had gone into labor just before that had rushed to the hospital. "Can you do something for me?" The dying girl murmured, taking her mother's hand and giving it a weak squeeze.
"Anything, dear. What do you need?" Her mother answer the question so fast, she could barely understand her.
Ariana mustered her last ounce of strength and pulled herself up let her feet dangle off the ground. Her parents stared at her with concerned and stricken gazes. "You said I could name her nine months ago, when they told me that's how long I had to live," The girl declared, ignoring her mother's sniffles as she said it. "I want you to name her Raja. It'll fit her -she'll be like a princess." Ariana said, letting her mother tuck her back into the white, clean blankets.
"Whatever you want, Ari." Her father said, his voice cracking. It hurt Ariana to see them like this. But she knew it was time. The beautiful young girl closed her eyes, dimly hearing her father and mother. The took her hands and squeezed them, murmuring softly.
"It's okay, Ari. You can stop fighting if you need too. Go ahead. Run free like a horse." The young girl saw there fuzzy shapes and tears streaking in buckets down there faces, silent and perfect. But they knew she would be taken care of. That was, with that thought in mind, when Ariana knew it was alright to leave them. They wouldn't die. She would be safe.
For a second, then, there was a brief moment of peace in her mind. With her eyes closed peacefully and her breathing becoming slower and slower, the girl was ready to unlock her soul and let it go. Even fighters have to stop fighting sometimes. Ariana now knew that what they say is true -before you die, your life flashes before your eyes. Memories seeped into her brain, flooding it, cleansing her. Memories of toddling around with her father, riding a 'big girl's' bike for the first time, getting a dog, falling off a horse, and winning a sparkling blue ribbon. Memories that calmed Ariana, made her feel more at ease.
Ariana unlocked the door and let herself run free into darkness. Let herself sink into an abyss that somehow didn't seem scary -just an aspect of life. And when her soul finally left, it didn't go into the heavens. It stayed. This soul of this beautiful girl soared to a new destination.
Then the EKG blared off, the line going horrifyingly straight. Ari's mother burst into tears and embraced her husband as nurses and doctors rushed in. But at that exact same moment, something else happened. Where there is death, there is life. That statement is true, because at that exact moment a foal slipped out into the world and took its first breath. Its eyes were the same chocolate brown as Ariana's, face sweet as her's. The filly, soon to be known as Raja, looked around as though confused on where she was, as though she had been somewhere else seconds ago. Soon, though, she became sidetracked by her mother given her a small nudge. At this moment, in the hospital, the doctors pulled there stethoscopes away from Ariana and shook there heads grimly. A couple of nurses had to walk out to keep themselves from crying, too. Ariana's small, pale, frail white body was still, but peaceful-looking. Her lips were curled upward in the tiniest smile. She had died like that -smiling. It was like an omen straight from the gods.

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Raja stood in the rain, eyes staring into nothingness. A nudge from a young colt caused her to jump, and he gave her a quizzical stare. Shooting daggers at him, the other foal was quick to scurry away. She'd been having a lot of these lately -flashbacks, almost. The filly also didn't think like the other horses. She believed in souls, love, Heaven, God, omens, prophecies, and many other things. When she spoke her mind about them, they would only raise their eyebrows. Raja would swear that she would kick those ugly smirks right off. But also, every day she would trot out to the far edge of the pasture and peer at a small grave near the forest. The filly always saw her owner's watching her do that, murmuring words to themselves. The mare could just make out the words carved into the stone flagging down the grave:
Ariana Marie Carter
Beautiful friend and daughter
Passionate, bright young woman
1999 - 2013
This was when she got flashbacks more -when she looked at the grave. Crowned Royal would hear some voice, see some blond girl with brown eyes, or think of a random name. As she was slowly able to put together the pieces, Raja began to regain memory of her past life. It made her think about how pampered she was and how she was always given the finest things. Made her think about feeling guilty whenever she saw the Carters, her owners, cry. She would always come back to one, simple question: why?
And when she asked herself that, she always thought of one word: Ariana.
Raja's eyes flitted about before landing on the Carters, who stood at the pasture fence now. She had no control of herself. The filly thought of another one word: hug. She wanted to hug them and say sorry, even though she couldn't and didn't know why. But her legs wobbled over to the couple. As soon as she reached them, the woman threw her arms over Raja's neck and fastened them there. So there the buckskin filly stood, silent and comforting. There was another word: guilt.
Thoughts poured into her mind, none of them her own. Crowned Royal was overwhelmed at the passion and emotion in each one, her thoughts soon morphing with the foreign ones. She shouted in her mind. I love you! I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left. I could've fought it! Please forgive me! It's me, Ariana. Momma? Poppa? Raja then suddenly had a light fill her eyes -suddenly, the filly realized who she really was. An emptiness had sat in those eyes, making the foal hold a vacant look. But as it came to her who she had been and the soul who had finally become what it had wanted, she felt full. Raja felt like she had a purpose and a passion, like Ariana did. The questions disappeared, but the simple one words still came to mind. This time, though, they were only her's. Ariana had become Raja -it was a harmonic unison.
Suddenly, there it was -one word. It was the only word Crowned Royal -or should I say Ariana- wanted to hear, though. It rang out loud and echoed endlessly. It made her ache with fierce sorrow. The filly wanted to shout it out. One perfectly spoken word with perfect passion.
Love

Theme Song:
Wake Me Up
If you read my story, and understand the lyrics to this song, than this is so perfect and beautiful for this mare. Here are some lyrics that just point to how gorgeous and in-sync this is with this form:

So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older
All this time I was finding myself
And I didn't know I was lost

For the full lyrics of the song, click here.

Other:
Can you say S-T-U-N-N-I-N-G?
I am so happy with this form. I don't even care if I win her or not, but I'm really pleased with my effort. Whoever gets this mare, love her forever! <3
Thanks for the chance, prep. You did a marvelous job on this gal. Awesome line edits! CHWR is lucky to have such wonderful artists!

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I'd like to be the princess of people's hearts.

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[SilverBell90]

Owner: SilverBell90
Show Name: Sand Crusade
Barn Name: Sandy
Gender: Mare
Age: 9 years
Height: 12 hands
Breed: British Riding Pony
Personality: Sandy enjoys taking quiet rides with friends. She doesn't like galloping and is loyal and careful with every command, making her a perfect beginner horse. Sandy has taken part in some dressage competitions and won 1st and 2nd place in a few of them. When it comes to other horses, she is social and fun-loving.

[Arrows]

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Owner:
Arrows

Show Name:
Crowned Royal

Barn Name:
Raja

Gender:
Mare

Age:
5 Years

Height:
14.8 HH

Breed:
Morgan xXx Paso Fino

Personality:
Raja is harmless. She would never hurt anyone, and is obliged to helping others. The mare is not only patient, but also empathetic and bright. She feels everyone and thing has a destiny, and that she's going to fulfill hers no matter what it takes. This buckskin is very, very loyal and intelligent. Crowned Royal is determined to live up to her name and act like she's suppose to. This mare is a people-pleaser and a perfectionist. Raja would never let anyone down, and wants to befriend everyone. She truly thinks that deep down, no matter how deep it is, everyone has a heart of gold like no other. This mare is a leader, and is a role model to all. Of course, she had her flaws -little things, like letting anger occasionally get the best of her, if it comes. Or, how she crumbles under harsh pressure. But no matter -Crowned Royal is set on looking at the good and pushing through the bad, not the other way around.

She has commanded herself to help others, always. Save anyone and everyone you can.

Story:
[This might make you cry, but its really cute!]
There once was a young girl who had leukemia. She loved to ride horses, and her parents owned a nearby ranch. After battling the disease for three years, her immune system was too weak to keep fighting. The moment it faltered? The cancer swarmed in. Moments before she died, she looked into her father's and mother's eyes with beautiful brown eyes and her voice cracked when she spoke. "Do you believe in God, Momma and Poppa?" The girl whispered.
"Of course we do, honey." The parents said in union, a pure and salty tear streaking down the mother's face.
"What about reincarnation?" The little girl then said. She watched them with intent eyes, feeling guilty about making them cry. She was their only child.
"Yes, Ariana, of course we do." Ariana's mother could barely speak. Her voice was rough and barely audible.
"I do, too. I want to be a horse, so I can be free and run with the wind. I want to be fine and beautiful, like that mare at the barn. Ya know, Sweet as Candy." The girl said grimly, thinking of the beautiful pregnant mare. Her parents had told her that Candy had gone into labor just before that had rushed to the hospital. "Can you do something for me?" The dying girl murmured, taking her mother's hand and giving it a weak squeeze.
"Anything, dear. What do you need?" Her mother answer the question so fast, she could barely understand her.
Ariana mustered her last ounce of strength and pulled herself up let her feet dangle off the ground. Her parents stared at her with concerned and stricken gazes. "You said I could name her nine months ago, when they told me that's how long I had to live," The girl declared, ignoring her mother's sniffles as she said it. "I want you to name her Raja. It'll fit her -she'll be like a princess." Ariana said, letting her mother tuck her back into the white, clean blankets.
"Whatever you want, Ari." Her father said, his voice cracking. It hurt Ariana to see them like this. But she knew it was time. The beautiful young girl closed her eyes, dimly hearing her father and mother. The took her hands and squeezed them, murmuring softly.
"It's okay, Ari. You can stop fighting if you need too. Go ahead. Run free like a horse." The young girl saw there fuzzy shapes and tears streaking in buckets down there faces, silent and perfect. But they knew she would be taken care of. That was, with that thought in mind, when Ariana knew it was alright to leave them. They wouldn't die. She would be safe.
For a second, then, there was a brief moment of peace in her mind. With her eyes closed peacefully and her breathing becoming slower and slower, the girl was ready to unlock her soul and let it go. Even fighters have to stop fighting sometimes. Ariana now knew that what they say is true -before you die, your life flashes before your eyes. Memories seeped into her brain, flooding it, cleansing her. Memories of toddling around with her father, riding a 'big girl's' bike for the first time, getting a dog, falling off a horse, and winning a sparkling blue ribbon. Memories that calmed Ariana, made her feel more at ease.
Ariana unlocked the door and let herself run free into darkness. Let herself sink into an abyss that somehow didn't seem scary -just an aspect of life. And when her soul finally left, it didn't go into the heavens. It stayed. This soul of this beautiful girl soared to a new destination.
Then the EKG blared off, the line going horrifyingly straight. Ari's mother burst into tears and embraced her husband as nurses and doctors rushed in. But at that exact same moment, something else happened. Where there is death, there is life. That statement is true, because at that exact moment a foal slipped out into the world and took its first breath. Its eyes were the same chocolate brown as Ariana's, face sweet as her's. The filly, soon to be known as Raja, looked around as though confused on where she was, as though she had been somewhere else seconds ago. Soon, though, she became sidetracked by her mother given her a small nudge. At this moment, in the hospital, the doctors pulled there stethoscopes away from Ariana and shook there heads grimly. A couple of nurses had to walk out to keep themselves from crying, too. Ariana's small, pale, frail white body was still, but peaceful-looking. Her lips were curled upward in the tiniest smile. She had died like that -smiling. It was like an omen straight from the gods.

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Raja stood in the rain, eyes staring into nothingness. A nudge from a young colt caused her to jump, and he gave her a quizzical stare. Shooting daggers at him, the other foal was quick to scurry away. She'd been having a lot of these lately -flashbacks, almost. The filly also didn't think like the other horses. She believed in souls, love, Heaven, God, omens, prophecies, and many other things. When she spoke her mind about them, they would only raise their eyebrows. Raja would swear that she would kick those ugly smirks right off. But also, every day she would trot out to the far edge of the pasture and peer at a small grave near the forest. The filly always saw her owner's watching her do that, murmuring words to themselves. The mare could just make out the words carved into the stone flagging down the grave:
Ariana Marie Carter
Beautiful friend and daughter
Passionate, bright young woman
1999 - 2013
This was when she got flashbacks more -when she looked at the grave. Crowned Royal would hear some voice, see some blond girl with brown eyes, or think of a random name. As she was slowly able to put together the pieces, Raja began to regain memory of her past life. It made her think about how pampered she was and how she was always given the finest things. Made her think about feeling guilty whenever she saw the Carters, her owners, cry. She would always come back to one, simple question: why?
And when she asked herself that, she always thought of one word: Ariana.
Raja's eyes flitted about before landing on the Carters, who stood at the pasture fence now. She had no control of herself. The filly thought of another one word: hug. She wanted to hug them and say sorry, even though she couldn't and didn't know why. But her legs wobbled over to the couple. As soon as she reached them, the woman threw her arms over Raja's neck and fastened them there. So there the buckskin filly stood, silent and comforting. There was another word: guilt.
Thoughts poured into her mind, none of them her own. Crowned Royal was overwhelmed at the passion and emotion in each one, her thoughts soon morphing with the foreign ones. She shouted in her mind. I love you! I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left. I could've fought it! Please forgive me! It's me, Ariana. Momma? Poppa? Raja then suddenly had a light fill her eyes -suddenly, the filly realized who she really was. An emptiness had sat in those eyes, making the foal hold a vacant look. But as it came to her who she had been and the soul who had finally become what it had wanted, she felt full. Raja felt like she had a purpose and a passion, like Ariana did. The questions disappeared, but the simple one words still came to mind. This time, though, they were only her's. Ariana had become Raja -it was a harmonic unison.
Suddenly, there it was -one word. It was the only word Crowned Royal -or should I say Ariana- wanted to hear, though. It rang out loud and echoed endlessly. It made her ache with fierce sorrow. The filly wanted to shout it out. One perfectly spoken word with perfect passion.
Love

Theme Song:
Wake Me Up
If you read my story, and understand the lyrics to this song, than this is so perfect and beautiful for this mare. Here are some lyrics that just point to how gorgeous and in-sync this is with this form:

So wake me up when it's all over
When I'm wiser and I'm older
All this time I was finding myself
And I didn't know I was lost

For the full lyrics of the song, click here.

Other:
Can you say S-T-U-N-N-I-N-G?
I am so happy with this form. I don't even care if I win her or not, but I'm really pleased with my effort. Whoever gets this mare, love her forever! <3
Thanks for the chance, prep. You did a marvelous job on this gal. Awesome line edits! CHWR is lucky to have such wonderful artists!

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I'd like to be the princess of people's hearts.

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[SnowStar]

Owner: SnowStar
Show Name: We've Got A Runner
Barn Name: Runner
Gender: Mare.
Age: Five years old.
Height: 15.2 hands.
Breed: Paso Fino
Personality: -will be here-

WIP

[The Alpha.]

I'm in love <3 Reserve

[horse lover 11]

I almost screamed when I saw this!!! This is stunning!!

[Timey]

.::Owner::.
TimeLord~Jedi
.::Show Name::.
Start A Fire
.::Barn Name::.
Ember
.::Gender::.
Mare
.::Age::.
3 Years, still young.
.::Height::.
14 hh
.::Breed::.
Mustang
.::Personality::.
Ember is fresh off the range here at Cottonwood and is just as wild as everyone expected. She is wary of anyone and anything and never lets her guard down. She's a little grumpy, and has even been known to snap at anyone close enough. However, slowly but surely, she is beginning to adjust to this foreign life. She has found a friend in an older grey gelding by the name of Rainer, and is learning to trust people and other horses around her. Which is very good because everyone sees a lot of potential in her. Once she is trainable, she might have what it takes to become a champion.

[teresa8oats]

Owner:
teresa8oats
Show Name:
Yesterdays Purity
Barn Name:
Roxie
Gender:
Mare
Age:
4
Height:
14.2hh
Breed:
She is registered at APHA but her father was a quarter horse~
Personality:
This sweet mare will steal your heart! She is a tough, loyal, and smart horse. She is very athletic and loves to go up in competition against other horses, sadly, this girl is only a brood mare now. Here is how it happened.
Ahh! I fresh summer afternoon. Just the day everyone wanted. Elaina stuck her head out the car window, while the radio boomed with music as her dad drove. She peeked back behind the car, and saw the horse trailer that they where pulling back from the competition. Three hours left of driving. Despite the beautiful day it was not abnormal to start feeling sick. Elaina decided to read a horse magazine, which was laid on the back seat. A half an hour of driving and reading did not much agree with her either, and when she started feeling more sick than wanted her dad had to pull over for her.
Two and a half more hours of driving, and two more stops later, they drove into their parking lot. The sunset was just at its brightest colors, and at Elaina's house, all their was, was sky, grass, and horses; so you would imagine that it was quite a pretty sight. Roxie nickered to get out of the trailer, but Elaina was feeling too sick to bring her in, so her dad told one of the stable boys to do it. He did, but forgot to lock up the latch at the bottom, so as you can imagine, Roxie unlatched it herself and 'whala' she was free. It was dark, but Roxie did not care. The night was perfect but all that she could think of that she was free and on how the wind ran between her ears as she galloped down the (!!)street(!!).
In the distance she was lights. Headlights of a truck. A large one. She kept on running.... more...more...
the trucks driver only saw the e when it was too late and... well... you can guess what happened next.

*ring ring* "Who could be calling at this time?" Elaina's dad said to her mom as he dragged himself out of bed. "Hello?" He asked, talking in the phone. "What? Our horse? Yes, yes... What? A car... are you sure, a buckskin mare. Yes, we will be over their right away!" he said and hung up the phone. "What's the matter?" The mom asked, looking at the dads pale face. "Its Roxie." he replied. The mom asked no more, and ran up with her husband to go get Elaina.
As they drove up to the verinaries office, Elaina was already crying. "Hush" Her mother said soothingly, but nothing would help. Roxie was run over by a huge truck and only had a small chance of living. Her back was thoroughly injured and she also was lame in two feet and could hardly walk... what would comfort anyone who was in her spot?


Three months later, Roxie was on her way to health, though, as the doctors said, she would only be a brood mare and a pasture buddy. We already bought a goat when she came home, and she immediately took a liking to him. We named him Viking. He was really sweet and loved Roxie, and since then they spend every minute of the day together!

Okok! Really sorry! But I was searching for a picture of Viking and I somehow ended up looking at baby goat pictures!
Again, sorry... but I had to show you a few they are priceless cute:
Cuteness, just TOO cute
Oh,oh,oh
*dying*
EEK! Had to show you this one!
ok, this will be my last!
never mind. I lied.
SUPER.... ..... GOAT
I have like... 100 more pics to show you... but you are probably already bored....

P.S. This will be my second horse EVER to have any line edits~

[Dizzy socks]

Reserve! Can we add extras like art??

[all patched up]

Reserve