[Penultima]

Wow, she is gorgeous!!!

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Owner:
ImmyWimmy1

Show Name:
Phoenix Rising

Barn Name:
Philippa

Gender:
Mare

Color:
Flaxen Sorrel Spotted Blanket

Height:
14.3hh

Breed:
Araappaloosa (Arabian & Appaloosa Cross)

Story/poem:

Philippa's POV:

I bolted out of the dark, enclosed space of the horsebox I'd been kept in by the humans, heading towards the bright light of the open air. I didn't want to think back to the numerous strangers who had handled me before. The ones who took me away from my mother and my friends. From that kind female human who had looked after me and my mother. Why had I been taken away? Did I do something wrong? I didn't know the answers. All I knew now were the strange smells and sounds that filled me to the brim with fear. Every inch of my body told me that they could be a threat. Any one of them could hurt me. I had to keep going towards the light at the end of the box. Maybe freedom awaited me there...

Or not.

I galloped down the ramp and into the centre what looked like a smaller version of the auction ring where I was separated from my mother, before grinding to a halt to assess my situation. It wasn't quite and clean and didn't smell of stress and anxiety, but I still wasn't about to trust this place. Nor the humans I could smell nearby. I looked around to see a short, stocky young woman close the horsebox up behind me. No going back for me now. I felt the new headcollar that had been placed on my head when I had been sold begin to itch and I shook my head, relieving myself of some of the itching. The human seemed to notice my action, her eyes suddenly focused on me. "Itchy headcollar, girl?" she whispered in a low, soothing tone, attempting to approach me. I wasn't going to allow myself to trust this stranger so easily! I merely whinnied my warning at her, advising her not to come any closer, before turning and bolting for my life.

Immy's POV:

I muttered a curse word to myself under my breath. I'd rushed it again! I'd forced myself upon the poor mare without letting her decide to come to me. The poor thing must have been terrified. I was, after all, a stranger to her. Lord knows how many strange scents I must have had on me. I sighed with some exasperation before picking up the lunging whip in my left hand. I couldn't afford to waste any more time now that I'd spent some of it on my foolishness. But I had to calm myself down before entering the ring. Working with a frightened horse would be fruitless if I was also stressed out. Even the famous Join-Up method I was about to attempt wouldn't work! From even my lack of experience, only being in the horse trade for three years, I was aware of the ability of the horse to pick up on moods. An amazing adaptation for herd life. As a zoologist, my fascination for the inner workings of the animals around me was enough to capture my imagination. Ever since I was a child, animals was the only real passion I had in life. It hadn't been until my early teens that I'd been drawn to the world of horses. Their rainbow of colours, their language, their affinity with man, their grace. Ever since I felt the eyes of my first stallion, Leo, staring into the inner workings of my soul I felt a spark ignite into a flame. A flame that had led to this: a huge stable full of equines of all shapes and sizes. I took them all in, Shetlands to Shires. Show horses to rescues. I had the money to provide a haven for them, thanks to my sponsors, so that was what I did.

This mare would be no exception. She was a top-class Araappaloosa mare, with excellent breeding on both sire and dam sides of her bloodlines. Her paces, as I'd seen in the auction ring, were flawless in themselves. She could place her hooves upon the ground with such perfection. A huge bidding war was fought over her. One I nearly lost, until the other woman had backed down. And now this elegant mare was part of my herd. I couldn't help but smirk to myself. Another success! I watched the mare watching me from the other side of the ring, her deep brown eyes locked onto mine in a fierce manner. Despite her nerves, this mare seemed to her a fiery personality. Studying her, I noted the flame colour of her hide, her flowing, golden mane, her perfectly rounded spots on her rump. She looked like a phoenix, the mythical bird of beauty and fire. "Well, that's your name sorted," I chuckled to myself, before jumping into the ring and walking towards her, my left hand containing the lunging whip dropped low, submissively.

"Now, let's see if we can talk to one another, shall we?"

[ImmyWimmy1]

Wow, she is gorgeous!!!

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Owner:
ImmyWimmy1

Show Name:
Phoenix Rising

Barn Name:
Philippa

Gender:
Mare

Color:
Flaxen Sorrel Spotted Blanket

Height:
14.3hh

Breed:
Araappaloosa (Arabian & Appaloosa Cross)

Story/poem:

Philippa's POV:

I bolted out of the dark, enclosed space of the horsebox I'd been kept in by the humans, heading towards the bright light of the open air. I didn't want to think back to the numerous strangers who had handled me before. The ones who took me away from my mother and my friends. From that kind female human who had looked after me and my mother. Why had I been taken away? Did I do something wrong? I didn't know the answers. All I knew now were the strange smells and sounds that filled me to the brim with fear. Every inch of my body told me that they could be a threat. Any one of them could hurt me. I had to keep going towards the light at the end of the box. Maybe freedom awaited me there...

Or not.

I galloped down the ramp and into the centre what looked like a smaller version of the auction ring where I was separated from my mother, before grinding to a halt to assess my situation. It wasn't quite and clean and didn't smell of stress and anxiety, but I still wasn't about to trust this place. Nor the humans I could smell nearby. I looked around to see a short, stocky young woman close the horsebox up behind me. No going back for me now. I felt the new headcollar that had been placed on my head when I had been sold begin to itch and I shook my head, relieving myself of some of the itching. The human seemed to notice my action, her eyes suddenly focused on me. "Itchy headcollar, girl?" she whispered in a low, soothing tone, attempting to approach me. I wasn't going to allow myself to trust this stranger so easily! I merely whinnied my warning at her, advising her not to come any closer, before turning and bolting for my life.

Immy's POV:

I muttered a curse word to myself under my breath. I'd rushed it again! I'd forced myself upon the poor mare without letting her decide to come to me. The poor thing must have been terrified. I was, after all, a stranger to her. Lord knows how many strange scents I must have had on me. I sighed with some exasperation before picking up the lunging whip in my left hand. I couldn't afford to waste any more time now that I'd spent some of it on my foolishness. But I had to calm myself down before entering the ring. Working with a frightened horse would be fruitless if I was also stressed out. Even the famous Join-Up method I was about to attempt wouldn't work! From even my lack of experience, only being in the horse trade for three years, I was aware of the ability of the horse to pick up on moods. An amazing adaptation for herd life. As a zoologist, my fascination for the inner workings of the animals around me was enough to capture my imagination. Ever since I was a child, animals was the only real passion I had in life. It hadn't been until my early teens that I'd been drawn to the world of horses. Their rainbow of colours, their language, their affinity with man, their grace. Ever since I felt the eyes of my first stallion, Leo, staring into the inner workings of my soul I felt a spark ignite into a flame. A flame that had led to this: a huge stable full of equines of all shapes and sizes. I took them all in, Shetlands to Shires. Show horses to rescues. I had the money to provide a haven for them, thanks to my sponsors, so that was what I did.

This mare would be no exception. She was a top-class Araappaloosa mare, with excellent breeding on both sire and dam sides of her bloodlines. Her paces, as I'd seen in the auction ring, were flawless in themselves. She could place her hooves upon the ground with such perfection. A huge bidding war was fought over her. One I nearly lost, until the other woman had backed down. And now this elegant mare was part of my herd. I couldn't help but smirk to myself. Another success! I watched the mare watching me from the other side of the ring, her deep brown eyes locked onto mine in a fierce manner. Despite her nerves, this mare seemed to her a fiery personality. Studying her, I noted the flame colour of her hide, her flowing, golden mane, her perfectly rounded spots on her rump. She looked like a phoenix, the mythical bird of beauty and fire. "Well, that's your name sorted," I chuckled to myself, before jumping into the ring and walking towards her, my left hand containing the lunging whip dropped low, submissively.

"Now, let's see if we can talk to one another, shall we?"

[.FrozenFire.]

Gorgeous! <3

And some information:
These are called Araappaloosa.
A Pintabian is a paint Horse x arabian, while the Araappaloosa is Appaloosa x Arabian. :3

[Penultima]

Gorgeous! <3

And some information:
These are called Araappaloosa.
A Pintabian is a paint Horse x arabian, while the Araappaloosa is Appaloosa x Arabian. :3

Haha my mistake (posted this around midnight, so I was tired )

[SerenWish]

Arappaloosa, Araloosa, etc. XD I'm reserving this post for a shot at trying out! If I get any less busy. XD

[Cygnus]

Owner: Grey.
Show name: Dakota
Means "friend" in the Lakota language. This is the name of a Native American people of the northern Mississippi valley.
Barn name: Chante
Means ''heart'' in the Lakota language.
Gender: Mare
Color: Flaxen Sorrel Spotted Blanket
Height: 14.3hh
Breed: Araappaloosa (Arabian & Appaloosa Cross)
Story/poem:

Dust flying;
crowds cheering;
the race has just begun.

Hooves pounding;
horses huffing;
the finish line is near.

Crowds cheering;
the race has ended;
guess who won.

[Arrows]

tracking

[war paint.]

Owner: secrecy
Show Name: A simple Memory
Barn Name: Memories
Gender: Mare
Color: Flaxen Sorrel Spotted Blanket
Height: 14.3hh
Breed: Araappaloosa (Arabian & Appaloosa Cross)
Story/poem: Memory was born a wild filly, but, on herding day, She was bought along with eight other horses. Sadly, she was seperated from her mother, but, she was halter broken, and soon saddle broken. After being ridden for the first time, her owners started to train her in dressage and show jumping. Now, Memorie's is a show mare and loves the feeling of having everyone's attention and winning lots of awards.

[Penultima]

Ending in 5 days!

[war paint.]

Good luck to everyone, and who ever wins this beautiful mare! c;