[ImmyWimmy1]

Whoop, penultimate horse!

> Colouration: Chestnut with Lacing, Stripe, Socks and Half-pasterns.
> Colours: Black and Red
> Symbol: The Phoenix, the Fiery Oracle

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Hoping to get a new home (either with me or someone else! XD ).

[ImmyWimmy1]

Judging: 29th January 2014. Good luck! ^u^

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[strike]This is it. This is mine [possibly].




Username:
Arrows

Show Name:
When Fire Falls on the Wings of Glory

Barn Name:
Pinigseu or Sue
{"Phoenix" in Korean}

Age:
Four Years of Age

Gender:
Mare

Breed:
Dutch Warmblood

Personality:
WIP

History:
WIP

Other:
Fantabulous!

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♚ Tʜᴇ Fɪᴇʀʏ Oɴᴇ ♚

Put on your war paint

You are a brick tied to me
that's dragging me down
Strike a match and
I'll burn you to the ground
We are the jack-o-lanterns
in July
Setting fire to the sky
Here it comes,
this a rising tide
So come on!

Put on your war paint

Across walks and crossed
hearts and hope-to-dies
Silver clouds with grey lining

So we can take the world
back from a heart attack
One maniac at a time
we will take it back
You know time crawls on when
you're waiting for the song to start
So dance alone to the
beat of your heart

Hey young blood
Doesn't it feel like
our time is running out?
I'm gonna change you like a remix
Then I'll raise you like a phoenix
Wearing our vintage misery
No, I think it looked a
little better on me
I'm gonna change you like a remix
Then I'll raise you like a phoenix.


Put on your war paint

[x]

Username:
Dark.

Show Name:
Rise from the Ashes

Barn Name:
Phoenix

Age:
Five years of age

Gender:
Mare

Breed:
Irish Draught Horse. [x]. Irish Draught Horses are a strong and powerful horse breed originating from Ireland. I chose this breed because they are not only used for farm work, but historically served in both the Great Wars as artillery horses. Not exactly medieval, I know, however it does showcase the breeds combatant abilities.

Personality:
Phoenix has a very distinct personality;

space➵ Fiery
space➵ Audacious
space➵ Confident
space➵ Defiant
space➵ Courageous

History:
*Note: All horses/stad farms/people in this story are entirely fictious. Some place names are real ^_^ Nick Valentine is one of my male human OC's that I think would work really well with Phoenix.
Although originally named MacIntryre Ginger her name was changed to Phoenix. Phoenix was born and bred in County Kerry, Ireland. She was raised on a natural stud farm up in the hills, as part of a herd of mares and foals led by her father, MacIntyre Finnegan. The stud farm specialised in both Sports and Draught horses, breeding show-type animals.

Ever since she was just a few days old, it was obvious that Phoenix was not your average filly. She was a stocky little thing - and a greedy guts at that. She formed a strong bond with one of her half-brothers, Billy, a little colt who had been born three days earlier (yet was half as small!). Phoenix teased him something dreadful, but their friendship held fast. When the pair were just 4 months old, they managed to scale the walls of their feild out onto the open moorland and had made their way half way up the mountains before their breeder found them!

When Phoenix was 5 months old her mother took ill with chronic colic. They were brought off the moors and into the stables. Phoenix was put into a stall next to her mother. Strange people went in and out of her mothers box and she could smell the fear. She didn't see her mother again after that night. As she wasn't yet weaned, Billy's mother took her on as a surrogate foal. Phoenix became more unruly after the night her mother was put to sleep, often biting or striking at her handlers.

When they were yearlings, her and her half-siblings were moved to another pasture. It wasn't long before strange people came to view them. At least she still had her best friend Billy. Or so she thought. One day, the breeder came out into the pasture and headcollared Billy. Naturally, Phoenix followed them to the gate. Her breeder led Billy into a large horsebox and the stranger closed the ramp. Phoenix let out a whinny and watched with confusion as the box drove away. Little did she know, Billy had gone to start his life as a future eventer.

There wasn't a day went by when she didn't miss Billy. She had always been a difficult horse, however her fiery nature seemed to take over the older she got. She had been one of six yearlings, however, after another year past, she found herself the only one remaining. Everyone who viewed her found her far too difficult to manage. A new group of yearlings joined her in the pasture and she took great pleasure in showing them who ruled the roost.

Three years old. A man pulled up with a horsebox. Phoenix could almost feel herself grinding her teeth in anticipation. She tried all her usual tricks; biting, rearing, refusing her headcollar; however all this made the man smile harder. For the first time, Phoenix was the one being loaded onto the horsebox.

When she was unloaded she was taken to a small box and fed a haynet. She was the newest project, and partner, of Nick Valentine; a professional stuntman and medieval reinacter. It was Nick who renamed her, ''Rise From The Ashes'' or ''Phoenix''. He started her training the next day. Apart from groundwork, Phoenix was pretty much untouched. She fought him tooth and nail. It took her six months of intense training for her to finally begin to trust him. She became very good at flatwork and is utterly devoted to Nick now, though will not let anyone else near her.

When she was four, Nick introduced her to the lance and the quintain, which suprising, she took in her stride. Her first official joust at a reinactment in Northern Ireland was a daunting experience but she took to it well. Although only five, she has competed in many jousting tournaments as part of an Irish medieval reinactment team. Nick has now brought her to the Cottonwood Ranch Jousting Tournament to test her mettle against some other seasoned jousting horses.

669 words. Hope this isn't too long!

Other:

Art! *Sigh* It looked much better before I coloured it! I've lost my colouring pencils and had to use ... felt tips....gah >< Anyhoo, clicky for a bigger image :3

Still very much a wip! Will finish soon <3

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U s e r n a m e ; ;

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S h o w N a m e ; ;

~The Hunting of The Foxes~

B a r n N a m e ; ;

~Foxhunt~

A g e ; ;

~Six years~

G e n d e r ; ;

~Mare~

B r e e d ; ;

~American Quarter Horse~

P e r s o n a l i t y ; ;

~Foxhunt is a very firey mare, which suits her looks. She only allows certain people to ride her, and she'll bit and/or kick anyone who she doesn't want to ride her. She is a very stubborn and determined horse. If she starts something, so will finish it, rider or not. We do not advise anyone go out on the trails or anywhere on her alone, because if you fall off, she doesn't pay any attention. Lace, the owner of the stables and one of my most trusted characters, is one of the only people she lets ride her. Foxhunt doesn't trust men, so the only male to ever ride her was Lace's brother, who couldn't controll her. This proves that she has high standerds for who can ride her, though she is easier to pursuade when you give her sugar cubes. She isn't as mean to visitors as she is to riders. She's usually okay with anyone unless you try to sadle her, but she doesn't like you. Her name plays in with what we use her for. During hunting season, we take some of the older riders and go hunting horse-back in the woods at a local's house.~

H i s t o r y ; ;

:Lace's Pov:
~Foxhunt was originally just named Phoenix of The Night when she was younger because we usually took her to competitions and rodeos. After two years, she got tired of competing, so her owners retired her. She had many awards that cam with her. We hung most of them in her stall when we first got her, so everyone knows how good she is. We mainly use her for trails and hunts, of course. She is one of our first horses, and we are proud to have her on our ranch.~

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:Original owner's Pov:
~Phoenix's dam was a champion, so we knew that she would be an amazing horse the moment she was born. It was a late Wednesday night when she came, so we stayed up all night helping her mother. Phoenix stared off fiesty by biting my wife's hand when she was first born. We thought it was cute at the time, but she proved to be harder to train as she got older. She was young when we were first able to ride her, though she wouldn't let me or my son ride, so we left her to my wife and daughter. They enjoyed her, so we gave her to my daughter when she turned twelve. Our daughter won many different awards with her, but after two years of competition, our daughter randomly came out and said that she wanted to retire Phoenix. We tried to tell her that the mare still had many years left in her, but she was persistant. She said that the horse just didn't want to compete anymore, so we let her win. We gave her to the new family down the street, who promised that our daughter could come and ride her anytime she wanted. They've been taking great care of her, and our daughter still goes to ride her once a week.~

[ImmyWimmy1]

Bump! ^u^

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Quick question - is the 500 word limit strict, if so I shall go an snip some of my history (I may have got a little carried away!) ^^

[ImmyWimmy1]

Quick question - is the 500 word limit strict, if so I shall go an snip some of my history (I may have got a little carried away!) ^^

Well it was going to be strict, but you've not gone too far over. The limit was really aimed at people, like myself, who tend to write paragraph upon paragraph upon paragraph etc. ^-^

[ImmyWimmy1]

Ends tomorrow!

[ImmyWimmy1]

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♚ Tʜᴇ Fɪᴇʀʏ Oɴᴇ ♚

Put on your war paint

You are a brick tied to me
that's dragging me down
Strike a match and
I'll burn you to the ground
We are the jack-o-lanterns
in July
Setting fire to the sky
Here it comes,
this a rising tide
So come on!

Put on your war paint

Across walks and crossed
hearts and hope-to-dies
Silver clouds with grey lining

So we can take the world
back from a heart attack
One maniac at a time
we will take it back
You know time crawls on when
you're waiting for the song to start
So dance alone to the
beat of your heart

Hey young blood
Doesn't it feel like
our time is running out?
I'm gonna change you like a remix
Then I'll raise you like a phoenix
Wearing our vintage misery
No, I think it looked a
little better on me
I'm gonna change you like a remix
Then I'll raise you like a phoenix.


Put on your war paint

[x]

Username:
Dark.

Show Name:
Rise from the Ashes

Barn Name:
Phoenix

Age:
Five years of age

Gender:
Mare

Breed:
Irish Draught Horse. [x]. Irish Draught Horses are a strong and powerful horse breed originating from Ireland. I chose this breed because they are not only used for farm work, but historically served in both the Great Wars as artillery horses. Not exactly medieval, I know, however it does showcase the breeds combatant abilities.

Personality:
Phoenix has a very distinct personality;

space➵ Fiery
space➵ Audacious
space➵ Confident
space➵ Defiant
space➵ Courageous

History:
*Note: All horses/stad farms/people in this story are entirely fictious. Some place names are real ^_^ Nick Valentine is one of my male human OC's that I think would work really well with Phoenix.
Although originally named MacIntryre Ginger her name was changed to Phoenix. Phoenix was born and bred in County Kerry, Ireland. She was raised on a natural stud farm up in the hills, as part of a herd of mares and foals led by her father, MacIntyre Finnegan. The stud farm specialised in both Sports and Draught horses, breeding show-type animals.

Ever since she was just a few days old, it was obvious that Phoenix was not your average filly. She was a stocky little thing - and a greedy guts at that. She formed a strong bond with one of her half-brothers, Billy, a little colt who had been born three days earlier (yet was half as small!). Phoenix teased him something dreadful, but their friendship held fast. When the pair were just 4 months old, they managed to scale the walls of their feild out onto the open moorland and had made their way half way up the mountains before their breeder found them!

When Phoenix was 5 months old her mother took ill with chronic colic. They were brought off the moors and into the stables. Phoenix was put into a stall next to her mother. Strange people went in and out of her mothers box and she could smell the fear. She didn't see her mother again after that night. As she wasn't yet weaned, Billy's mother took her on as a surrogate foal. Phoenix became more unruly after the night her mother was put to sleep, often biting or striking at her handlers.

When they were yearlings, her and her half-siblings were moved to another pasture. It wasn't long before strange people came to view them. At least she still had her best friend Billy. Or so she thought. One day, the breeder came out into the pasture and headcollared Billy. Naturally, Phoenix followed them to the gate. Her breeder led Billy into a large horsebox and the stranger closed the ramp. Phoenix let out a whinny and watched with confusion as the box drove away. Little did she know, Billy had gone to start his life as a future eventer.

There wasn't a day went by when she didn't miss Billy. She had always been a difficult horse, however her fiery nature seemed to take over the older she got. She had been one of six yearlings, however, after another year past, she found herself the only one remaining. Everyone who viewed her found her far too difficult to manage. A new group of yearlings joined her in the pasture and she took great pleasure in showing them who ruled the roost.

Three years old. A man pulled up with a horsebox. Phoenix could almost feel herself grinding her teeth in anticipation. She tried all her usual tricks; biting, rearing, refusing her headcollar; however all this made the man smile harder. For the first time, Phoenix was the one being loaded onto the horsebox.

When she was unloaded she was taken to a small box and fed a haynet. She was the newest project, and partner, of Nick Valentine; a professional stuntman and medieval reinacter. It was Nick who renamed her, ''Rise From The Ashes'' or ''Phoenix''. He started her training the next day. Apart from groundwork, Phoenix was pretty much untouched. She fought him tooth and nail. It took her six months of intense training for her to finally begin to trust him. She became very good at flatwork and is utterly devoted to Nick now, though will not let anyone else near her.

When she was four, Nick introduced her to the lance and the quintain, which suprising, she took in her stride. Her first official joust at a reinactment in Northern Ireland was a daunting experience but she took to it well. Although only five, she has competed in many jousting tournaments as part of an Irish medieval reinactment team. Nick has now brought her to the Cottonwood Ranch Jousting Tournament to test her mettle against some other seasoned jousting horses.

669 words. Hope this isn't too long!

Other:

Art! *Sigh* It looked much better before I coloured it! I've lost my colouring pencils and had to use ... felt tips....gah >< Anyhoo, clicky for a bigger image :3

Still very much a wip! Will finish soon <3