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Show Name: Sutherland's Strike The Colours (Officially registered in Portugal as Domitila do MT)
Name: Domi
Gender: Mare
Age: 5
Breed: Lusitano( May only breed with other 'Spanish' Bred Horses)
Color: Cremello
Why is she so Muddy?Born free, as free as the wind blows
As free as the grass grows
Born free to follow your heart
Like a streak of golden lightning, the mare flew from her handler, leaving him bewildered in the dust. Hands burnt red from losing his grasp on the rope, the man could only stare as a fleeting spot of gold enveloped in swirling brown galloped madly away from him. The mare, who had been heading to visit a prospective buyer, now ran across the fields of Portugal, faster than the wind. Free as a bird, she leapt and bucked to her heart's content. Tearing off at a breakneck lace, she was joined by another mare, and a young stallion, racing to the end of the earth. Giddy with freedom, the small group danced in the midday sun, playing games of nonsense and pure joy.
Stopping to rest near an over filled irrigation ditch, the three horses remained alert and on guard. Bold as brass, the golden mare was the first to lower her head and drink. The other mare followed, which the stallion happily prancing around and generally getting in the way. Crystals of pure, clear water flew into the air as the golden mare experimentally pawed at the water. What fun! Enthralled by the movement of the water, she stepped further down into the swollen ditch, stopping once she was chest deep.
Splash!
Water and mud went everywhere. The mare pawed, reared and kicked at the water, digging up the silt, and having the time of her life. Her companions happily joined in this new game, and soon the three were almost unrecognisable under coats of mud. A shout rang out across the field, startling the three. The escaped horses lifted their heads, leapt out of the ditch, and ran. The golden mare once again flew, her coat partially hidden by shades of brown. With her friends, she flew across the fields, with freedom in her veins.
She was not willing to be captured just yet.
Personality:
Your typical 'I do what I want' mare. Do not get in her way, for Domi is determined and stubborn. You, puny human, will only irritate her and make her angry. She's impulsive, intelligent and untrusting, leading to a real pain in the behind horse that requires endless patience. Often over enthusiastic, Domi can be a little dangerous for the inexperienced equestrian to handle. She's also quite vain - she's the best and she knows it!
Luckily, she's quick to move on and quick to forgive. Domi may be temperamental, but she's a good girl at heart. She'll act very motherly and mature around younger horses, and will be playful and excitable around those her own age. Domi tends to hide behind her mask of grumpiness, but in reality, she's just a really sweet ooey gooey cuddle monster. (Unless she doesn't like you. Then it's a whole new story.)
History:
Born at the Monte da Tramagueira Stud Farm in Portugal, Domi was destined for a life of prestige, love, and lots of babies. Her early life was happy, full of play and fun alongside the other young'uns. Her striking double dilute coat set her apart from the rest, and brought her to the attention of many a potential buyer. The stud farm refused all offers made on the beautiful mare; her colour was too valuable to lose. Domi was pampered at the farm, though she never really liked all the fuss over her. It was a little too overwhelming. She preferred to be out in the field, where she could cause havoc with the other yearlings. Renowned for not being afraid to get herself dirty, and growing to have a bit of a temper, Domi was seen as Tramagueira's most precious horse.
Of course, all good things must come to an end. The passing of Tramagueira's most influential stallion, along with the loss of their most beloved trainer hit the farm like a hurricane at full force. Sales went haywire, and profits slipped into free fall. Caught up in the middle were the horses, who became the only way the farm could survive. A handful of the very best were kept, and others put up for sale, Domi among them. Enthusiastic buyers came and went, but few were willing to pay the small fortunes required to own one of Portugal's top quality Lusitanos. A slow trickle of horses left the farm, to lead new lives somewhere in the vast expanse of Europe. Still struggling and desperate to sell their horses, the farm cut prices at insane rates. Domi was the first to be inquired after. Without even asking to meet her, her possible owners were determined to buy this wonderful mare that had the potential to be the absolute best of the best. A call from overseas sealed the deal - she was to be shipped to New Zealand, far away from her home.
From the start, this whole business of selling Domi to unknown buyers far away seemed like a terrible idea. But Tramagueira was desperate for money, and risks had to be taken. Of course, some of these risks resulted in disappointment. At the very last minute, the sale was terminated for unknown reasons. People now became afraid of purchasing Domi. Why had her previous buyers backed out? Was there something wrong with her? No matter how hard they tried, the farm could not sell her. As luck would have it, one of Cottonwood's representatives was in Portugal searching for a new trainer to hire. They got wind of this odd Lusitano mare who no one would buy, and came to have a look. Domi being her typical self, decided this was the day to have an adventure, and managed to get away from her handlers when brought out for the nice lady from CWHR. A crazy wild-goose chase developed, as Domi picked up some friends to wreak havoc with along the way. The day was filled with three insane horses running cross country, lots of shouting, and quite a few overly snappy tempers. When she was finally caught, the CWHR lady couldn't help but laugh as the striking mare was led prancing to her, covered in mud from her hooves to her chest. There was clearly nothing wrong with this mare, and she was gladly bought and taken to Cottonwood.
Congrats, she's yours, I'll add the name soon.
