[cn_spots]

Username:
ImmyWimmy1

Show Name:
The Lion and The Hart

Barn Name:
William

Age:
15 years

Gender:
Stallion

Breed:
Irish Sport Horse (50%) x Cleveland Bay (50%)

Height:
16.2hh

Colouration:
Dappled Bay

Genetics:
E/e and A/a.

[ImmyWimmy1]

Username:
ImmyWimmy1

Show Name:
The Lion and The Hart

Barn Name:
William

Age:
15 years

Gender:
Stallion

Breed:
Irish Sport Horse (50%) x Cleveland Bay (50%)

Height:
16.2hh

Colouration:
Dappled Bay

(Possible?) Genetics:
E/e and A/a.

Discipline:
Eventing at CCI** level, most accomplished at Cross Country

Personality:
William is handsome and definitely knows it! Every morning, when I go to his stall or visit him in the field, he's always there waiting, his head held high like a nobleman. He'd highly affectionate too, often nuzzling my arm, especially around feeding time (my friends call it 'cupboard-love', but I don't believe them)! But you can't afford to leave things lying around for too long with William. Oh no. Leave a rake by his stall door? His new toy until he chews through it. Leave his lead rope draped over the fence whilst you open the paddock gate? You won't be getting that back for half an hour. William loves to play and will turn nearly every chore you try to complete involving him into some sort of game. Except feeding time, when he's too busy keeping his muscles in tip-top shape!

Despite his quirks, he loves competing and isn't afraid to get put his head to the grindstone. He takes every jump into his stride, ears pricked forwards and legs neatly tucked underneath his body. Cross Country is his real forte, as he seems to adore the strong variation of obstacles there are. He's an absolute dream to work with and I wouldn't have any other horse on my team in his place!

History:
William was born on an Irish stud farm in County Kildare, sired by a Cleveland Bay named 'The Three Lions' and out of an Irish Sport Horse named 'Doe A Deer' (also bay in colour). The idea behind such a breeding was to combine the strength and resolve of one of Britain's strongest lightweight breeds with the speed and agility of a lighter one. The most ideal crossing would have been to a Thoroughbred mare, but since the stud farm in question couldn't get hold of one, they selected the best mare they had in stock at the time. William was anything but a disappointment, his musculature showing from a very young age. He also displayed a natural interest in jumping, especially when he got to six months old. This caught the attention of one Irish eventer, who quickly snatched him up at the stud's annual yearly sales.

The eventer was a soft gentleman, breaking in the young colt gently and easily. He'd worked with horses ever since he had been a little boy and knew that pushing a horse into something it really didn't want to do was pointless. However, with the confidence in William's personality, he was ready to begin his advance training very quickly, much to the gentleman's delight. At first, William was a bit sloppy over jumps and seemed to lack the discipline required for dressage. He was going through what the gentleman called 'the phase', that section at the age of two years old where hormones begin to kick in a little bit more. But the man had seen this many times before and knew exactly what to do. Eventually William got back on track and, with the gentleman's guidance, became a fine eventing horse, almost ready to compete.

Eventually he took William to his operations in the United States, where his brother ran another, larger eventing operation. By now William was seven years old and, despite being a stallion, was mentally mature and found it easy to focus, despite the number of mares around. For the best part of two years, William went into an intensive, two-year training programme, helping him to fine-tune the way he executed both jumps and dressage moves. The gentleman, once satisfied, took him out to his first CCI* event, where he thwarted the competition. His combined strength, speed and agility allowed him to soar over the jumps effortlessly, his new-found obedience allowing him to execute dressage moves with the precision of a professional marksman. A couple of years later, he progressed to CCI** level, where even the tougher competition didn't seem to bother him. He rarely didn't place, his most common placing being second. The gentleman knew that he could make that first in no time at all. He had a real wonder-horse in his care!

However, trouble was afoot back in Ireland. The Irish gentleman's wife rang him to say that they had a ragwort infestation and she'd already had to call the vet out to put both of his top eventers to sleep. Heartbroken, the gentleman had to return to his own eventing operation, but would have William behind in fear of losing him too. But his brother didn't really have enough room to keep the stallion going in his brother's absence. And he couldn't go to just anyone either. The two brother's then made the gut-wrenching decision to let William go, choosing Cottonwood Wild Horse Ranch as the best place to re-home him. Both of them found it really hard to leave him behind, as not only was he a brilliant horse, but he was also their friend and companion. But they eventually left, leaving William in Cottonwood's caring hands.

A few years later, I came to Cottonwood on one of my summer visits. With a huge collection of horses back at Woodland Trax, I was beginning to find out that I was going to have to start finding ways of funding such a large number of horses. My good friend, Frankie, had suggested that maybe I should invest in some more competing horses. That, and try and get a promotion at my job with GenEqus. I couldn't see the latter happening any time soon. So, once again, I was in the States looking for horses, Cottonwood being my first location. Once I arrived, the staff all greeted me with friendly smiles and, in some cases, warm hugs, before eagerly taking me towards William's paddock. His handler called him over and explained his story to me. I was very moved by his story, but hard economic times had made me slightly harder. I wanted to know if he could earn his keep and wasn't afraid to turn him down if he wasn't able to. His handler merely grinned, telling me to meet her in the open air arena in 20 minutes. Sceptical, I went over there, not expecting much. I sat down in the stands and watched as his handler rode him in. A few of the other members of staff came in, excited murmuring erupting from them. I couldn't help but wonder if I was in for a surprise and, if so, what kind of surprise. Then William's handler started to show him off...

Oh... my... God...

That was all I could think as I watched the horse clearing the fences and performing dressage moves none of my current horses could perform. My jaw hung open, even after his handler had stopped and the other members of staff were all cheering for her and William. She laughed at the sight of my face, that huge grin adorning her face. I immediately agreed to take him on and, though the Cottonwood team were sad to see him leave their care, they knew they'd be seeing him in future events. And with that, William ended up in my care, in training to re-enter the world of eventing at CCI** level, and maybe even beyond!

Why do I want him?
Well, cn_spots, I must say that you've done it again! This guys is absolutely amazing- the stripe, the stockings, the sock, those dapples! Not only would he be one of my top competition horses, but he'd easily be my most handsome solid-coloured competition horse in my collection so far! And that halter just adds to the cheeky expression on his face. He's certainly a horse I'd like to see in my collection in the future!

What will I use him for?
Well, since I have a well-established breeding programme back at Woodland Trax Stables (a.k.a. my archives), I need to fund keeping everything together with great quality competition stock. With this fella's experience and maturity, I'd certainly enter him into as many of Cottonwood's Eventing events as possible. Also, since he's a stallion, I would also try and breed him to some of my eventing mares- the more competition horses the better!

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[shadow59]

Username: shadow59
Horses Show Name: Dapples all round
Barn Name: Dappy
Age: 6
Breed: Hanoverian
Height: 14.3
Gender: Stallion
Why I want him:
What I would use him for:

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[cooper.]

Username: cooper.
Show Name: King of Faeries
Barn Name: Oberon
Age: 5 Years
Gender: Stallion
Color: Dappled Bay
Breed: American Warmblood
Why do I want him: Well one, he's beautiful. Two, he reminds me of a stallion named King that I own back home. Three, I'm very attached to my King as he is one of my star studs on our local circuit. Four, I am so excited for this dappled event. Five, I need more of simple but stunningly beautiful horses.
What would I use him for: He'd definitely be a great stud, most likely a public stud. I'd love to use him for events like the great exploration or the driving show. I'd probably eventually give him a permanent mate, I'd definitely use him in other forms and multiple stories.

Personality:

Extra(s):

Now story time!!:



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[~Beautiful Voices~]

Show Name: Broken Locket

Barn Name: Ivory

Gender: stallion

Breed: Danish Warmblood

Age: 10 years

Sire+Dam: Starry Night Sky (dam) Key To My Heart (sire)

Style: English

What I would use him for: Cottonwood events, and breeding. He is beautiful and deserves to carry on his legacy.

Events: Dressage and Jumping

Why?: I have always loved horses, but sadly I cannot have one. I think my only substitute is to take lessons, but they cannot follow me home [horses]. I resort now to adopting horses on Cottonwood ranch, and he seems to connect with me. Thanks so much!

Backstory:

I whipped my head around, fear crawling up my back. i could see my mother, her fine bay coloring like a smiling face within a sea of frowns. I let out a shrill whinny, high and squeaky since I was still a foal. She answered me, her sweet nicker like a soft whisper in year, I relaxed. My fatal mistake. Icy hands gripped my muzzle harshly, not taking care with my delicate frame. I kicked and bucked, trying with all of my might, everything went black.

Years later:

I pinned my ears back, eyes burning with an everlasting flame of hatred. He killed my momma, all she was doing was protecting me. I was now three, and ready to be broke. The man tried to shove a cold bit in my mouth, but I refused. I turned and bit down on anything I could reach, and my teeth found their mark. They sunk into the squishy flesh of my enemy, and he let out a shrill shriek, his drunken breath pouring over me. Lifting his hand to bring it down hard, I shut my eyes, waiting for the stinging pain. The strike was interrupted by a soft but firm voice yelling "Stop!" My original owner. I reared up, getting a better view of him, yes! He was here to take me back from the place my dam and I were stolen from!

Epilog:

I am now free from the Striker, as I now call him. Home at last. Though my mother is gone, her body buried within the Earth, I always feel her spirit within me. I have met my sire, a fine stallion, and we compete in many dressage and jumping competitions together. But we all know who is the best! I love my life and now I have a beautiful little girl, Sarah, to take care of me. To think of it, it is hard to believe I was so hurt, so broken. But now, I am mended, but I will forever be known as The Broken Locket.



Amazing!!

[QUITTING.PLZTAKEPETS]

OMG

HES
HES...

TOO BEAUTIFUL
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super busy in real life now- might not have enough time for this handsome lil guy :c

[kortico]

Reserve vuv

[cooper.]

I might need steal a breeding Immy :)

[ImmyWimmy1]

HOW DID I NOT SEE THAT I HAD WON THIS GUY?! ;A;

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Thank you so much, cn!!! ^u^ <3 xxx