[Eremite]

Here is a little Arabian mare! And what's this? She seems to have a mystery box with her! I wonder whats inside...

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[Timey]

Username
TimeLord~Jedi
Show Name
A Curse Hanging Over Your Shoulder
Barn Name
Curse
Age
3 Years
Breed
Arabian
Gender
Mare
Color
Fleabitten Grey
Personality
Curse can be frighteningly unpredictable at times. When it comes to competitions she's a dream to work with, but it seems is only loyal to her rider and handlers. She snaps at strangers, and sometimes even those she knows very well. She's not good with other horses, particularly other mares. Most horses will try to give her a wide arc, and sometimes it works. Other times she takes it as an invitation to go after them. She's usually restricted to a smaller pasture on her own when outside.
History
Curse's history is extremely foggy, but by all accounts she was rescued from a hoarder along with a few other horses, brought to Cottonwood, and later bought by an aspiring Show Jumping competitor and boarded at a place called Manteca Creek about an hour away, where she's continued to cause trouble. However many pieces of the puzzle didn't add up. For example, nobody mentioned that while back at the hoarder's 'farm' all horses in the paddock were malnourished and filthy, while the arabian mare standing in the same conditions they were was clean and healthy. The people scoping out the farm never mentioned the hoarder obtaining the mare. In fact, they had listed the horses to the Humane Society and there was never a mention of an arabian mare. So how'd she get there?

Also...What is in that darn box she refuses to let go of?
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Peter Harvey didn't know when he had fallen asleep...Maybe somewhere around 2 o'clock that afternoon. The fire in his own little in the fireplace had begun to die out, so he reached into the bin next to his bed and threw some more wood in before looking at the clock. It read 10:35. PM. His stomach growled.

Dinner, dinner sounded good.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing up and walking over to the kitchen nook in his cabin. He heated up the oven and dug through the fridge and the cabinets, looking for something decent enough to even be considered dinner. Perhaps he'd drive in to Cedar tomorrow and do some much needed shopping when he was done tending to his horses...

The door to his cabin flew open behind him, and he didn't even need to turn around to see who it was. "Yes, Angela?" He inquired, yawning and turning to give her a sleepy eyed look. Angela tilted her head, her natural irritated look becoming more prominent. "Well good evening to you too. Now stop your gaming or Netflix binge or whatever the heck you've got going on in here and help us out. Remember I said we had that new mare coming in?" She questioned. Peter frowned, rustling his hair over the counter. "Yeah.."

"Well she's here." Was Angela's answer.

"Ain't it a little late for that?"

"Yeah, it is. But the people transporting her could barely handle her. They were desperate to drop her off here ASAP."

Peter nodded, already pulling on his riding boots and rain jacket. "Alrighty I'm coming."

The pair soon arrived at Manteca Creek's modest parking area, and Peter understood why the people bringing the mare here were adamant about getting rid of her. She was out of the trailer and halfway up the path to the barn, but kicking and screaming. Peter didn't understand how some of the other boarders hadn't already woken up and made their way down from the cabins to see what the commotion was about. Peter watched as one of the men tried to grab her halter, and she lashed out. He was so shocked he tripped and went sprawling in the mud. The mare almost seemed proud of herself.

Angela shook her head at the train wreck before her. "Alright time to put an end to this. Come on Peter!" She shouted, stomping through the mud and towards the mare. The short brunette roughly shoved some of the men out of the way, grabbing the ticked off mare's lead rope. The mare promptly bit her, and Angela promptly got into a 'shouting match' with the horse.

'Guess I'd better step in before someone gets hurt...Rather worried for that mare's safety.' Peter joked to himself. He walked calmly over to the pair, running his finger's through the mare's mane, and carefully and nonchalantly grabbed the lead rope. "Girls, girls. You're both pretty. Now cut it out."

Angela looked over at Peter, at the the mare, then at the lead rope, then back to Peter. She squinter eyes. "I don't like you when you're sarcastic." She growled. Peter raised an eyebrow. "When do you like me, exactly?" He asked, slowly walking the now calm mare up towards the barn. Angela smirked. "Good point."

"Umm!! Miss Mcgowan!" A voice called out, and Angela turned to see a rather worn stable hand carrying a meticulously wrapped box with him. "This was in the trailer with her. Maybe it'll calm her down?"

The mare looked over, and before Angela could even think about grabbing the box, the mare grabbed it in her teeth by the ribbon and refused to let go of it. Angela could care less, and looked back over at the stablehand. "What's in it?!"

The stablehand shrugged his shoulders and shook his head. "Beat's me."

By then Peter had lead the mare to her new stall. The mare looked around her new accommodations, and either embraced or grudgingly accepted them, set the box down in the far right corner of the stall, then pointedly refused to look at anyone.

Angela walked over and leaned on the stall door, able to get a somewhat good look at the mare without being attacked. Peter looked over at Angela and frowned. "What's her name supposed to be anyway?"

"Curse." Angela answered. "And going by what happened tonight I think it's safe to say that it's a pretty appropriate name choice."

Angela stayed for a while longer, before walking off and exiting the barn without another word.

[Arrows]

using name again!

[urie]

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[cooper.]

Username: cooper.
Show Name: Amor Fidelis
Barn Name: Fidelis
Age: 4 years
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Mare
Color: Fleabitten Grey
Personality: Inconsistency and confusion describe the characteristics profile of Fidelis. The same goes for her love life too. She is very loyal, but at the same time, she is also a little detached and not extremely emotional. She will be committed and remain faithful too, but do not try to bind her. Let her enjoy her freedom and in return, she will come back to you when she gets tired of her expeditions. Her dreams are very different from that of a normal mare and she hums a different tune, which most of us have not even heard of. Fidelis is like a butterfly, which sits on every flower, but belongs to none. She loves her freedom and if you can accept this, she will love you even more. Within her boundless limits, her love will also be limitless. Position and power matter to her more than money and bank balance. If you want her to fall in love with you, be true and honest, not only to others, but also to yourself. You don't need to follow her rules. You can form your own code of ethics, but be sure to live by them.

I just realized im in a lovey mood
History:
Fidelis was born on a Arabian breeding ranch while she was a prided outcome at first, as the breeders watched her grow they fascination started to wane on her and soon she was sent with the other yearlings to the auction. at first there weren't many standing offers on her but when she got in the ring the whole auction lit up.
wip

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AMOR FIDELIS
to you i give my heart and soul.
you get my Faithful Love.
from this day forth i will forever stay.
if death must do us part
you will forever be in my heart

these poems/vows are mine do not use them

[Kiwilady]

Username: kiwilady
Show Name: Make A Wish
Barn Name: Katy
Age: 5
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Mare
Color: Fleabitten Grey
Personality: wip
History: wip
Other:wip

[shadow59]

Username: shadow59
Show Name: Wings to Light up the World
Barn Name: Wings
Age: 10
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Mare
Color: Fleabitten Grey
Personality: Wings is a flighty and airy horse. She likes to trot around with her tail held high and prance with energy and buzz. Wings has a gentle and calm side as well though. She can stand for ages with someone if they need her and she will comfort them with gentle neighs and nuzzling.
History:
Other: huge wip

[sjmaef5]

Username:
Sjmaef5
Show Name:
Shine Through The Clouds
Barn Name:
Cloud, this was her given name and the
name most people used as a foal and young
horse. Today most people call her by her nickname,
Miracle.
Nickname
Miracle (explained in history)
Age:
3 1/2 years
Breed:
Arabian
Gender:
Mare
Color:
Fleabitten Grey
Personality:
Cloud is an out going mare. She is spunky
and energetic. Though Cloud has a soft side
to her as well, a cause of her history. The handlers
and riders find it odd, though cute, that she seems to
"stick up for" other horses. If a handler or anyone
else whips any horse, Cloud has a tendency to chase
them. If any horse is sick, she seems to know. She often
will try to comfort the sick horse. Once she even refused
to eat until the handlers realized that a horse was sick.
You will often find Cloud galloping out in a pasture. She
enjoys doing obstacle courses and jumps. Her favorite
thing to do is graze and relax in the meadow across from the barn.
History:
The First 6 Months
Cloud was born at a race horse breeders. She was born oddly small, and her legs were bone thin and shaking. The breeders would have to either put her down, or sell her. They didn't think they would get much for her though, since they thought she would be "useless". She was put up for adoption, but they would only give her a month before she would have to be put down. Her legs were still thin and wobbly, though the rest of her had grown strong. Her mother stayed by her side and often took her into the meadow, rather than the pasture with the other horses. Her father often visited her and grazed in the meadow with her, though it didn't last long before he returned to the pasture with the other horses.
The Last Day
On the last day of her adoption, she was about 6 months old, and partially trained, though her legs we're still bone thin. The breeders and handlers treated her as if she we're a reject.
They never even tried to figure out what was wrong with her legs, and there really wasn't anything wrong with them. She was just born early, and would need to take her own time to grow. The handlers we're getting ready to put her down inside the other barn. Cloud had no idea what was going on. She happily grazed in the meadow. Then, one of the breeders came over to her. But something was different, he had a smile on his face, and a fancy dressed woman was with him. The women even have her a carrot. She said something that Cloud didn't understand, but had heard before. Lots of people came to the barn and looked at the foals and young horses, and many of them said this, and then take the horse away with them. The women said "That's the one." Cloud was scared and started to back away. She didn't want to leave. But her mother and father rested their heads on her back then nudged her towards the lady. Cloud was scared still but trusted her parents. So she went with the lady. The breeder sold Cloud for less than half of what the other foals sold for, though she would end up being worth 2 times more than them.
The Good Days
The lady took good care of Cloud, she trained her and groomed her, and even set up obstacle courses for her. The ladies horse farm was just like home. There was even a meadow across the street just like her old home. She even got to go back to the breeders farm and see her parents. Cloud grew strong and her legs became normal.
All Grown Up
Cloud was a grown horse. She was strong and healthy. She was a beautiful and caring horse. Her owner and rider started a foundation. Cloud is the mascot. They help to save horses who will be put down. When she is not busy racing or helping at foundation events, she enjoys grazing in the meadow and doing jumps and obstacle still.
The First Race Miracle
She was entered for her first race. She was competing against professional race horses. It was a rainy day. The horn blew and Cloud shot out. She was behind the other horses. She couldn't find a gap to squeeze through. The race was halfway over, Cloud was still in the back. She saw her chance. She sped up through the horses. She only had to pass 4 horses and she would be in the lead. She passed then slowly. She was head to head with the lead horse. The finish line was in sight. Cloud was still head to head with the lead horse. She made her legs move with everything she had. She would not give up. She shot ahead. She was almost at the finish line. She closed her eyes and ran. The sun shone through the clouds as Cloud crossed the finish line. She had won! The lady who had adopted Cloud ran out of the stands. Her eyes were full of tears, but Cloud new she was happy. The lady said, "I'm so proud, we should call you Miracle". "You sure proved them wrong."
Other:
Amazing work country, she is beautiful, probably one of my favorite pre mades.

[~Beautiful Voices~]

Username: ~Beautiful Voices~
Show Name: Just The Way You Are
Barn Name: Perfection
Age: 8 years
Breed: Arabian
Gender: Mare
Color: Fleabitten Grey
Personality: Perfection is very independent, and always seems to find herself leader of the group. Perfection ternda to snap at older riders, but she has a soft spot for younger children. She tends to act like their mother and care for them when they are around her. Perfection is very graceful and loves to show, which makes her a good show horses. Just be careful, because she doesn't like barrels!
History: Perfection was born at Cottonwood, but her mother sadly died giving birth to Perfection's sister, which dies shortly after. The vet managed to salvage Perfection, and the volunteers have managed to raise a healthy and beautiful lithe girl.
Other: Her theme song:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LjhCEhWiKXk

[.Live.Love.Laugh.]

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with the barn name piano.