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here once was a mare, a pretty buckskin paint. She lived on a quaint little farm, near the edge of Africa. Every day, she would make her way down the the water's edge, and let the waves lap at her hooves. She was considered the most beautiful mare on the farm, and had many studs vying for her attention; but none of them could ever impress her for long. One day, while down near the ocean, a strange form trotted from behind a rocky outcropping. It was a bachelor zebra stallion, in his prime. His glossy coat and contrasting pattern impressed the beautiful mare, and they fell in love. Every day, the mare would go down to the water, to see the zebra stallion again. The stallion wanted her to come with him, be a part of his herd.
But as the days grew shorter and the nights longer, the farmer discovered his prized mare's secret lover. He did not want a zebra tainting his bloodline, so he forbid the mare from going down to the water's edge anymore and chased the zebra stallion off, in an effort to keep them apart; but it was too late. The mare was already pregnant.
Soon enough, on a stormy night, a foal was born. A paint, like her mother, but with midnight stripes scrawling across her golden patches. She reminded her mother of the zebra stallion she had loved so briefly, and the mare vowed to protect her filly at all costs. That same stormy night, lightning snarled from the sky and struck the paint mare. Her last words to her filly were
"I love you."
After hearing a crash and a horse's scream, the farmer came out to investigate. He found his prized mare limp in the pasture, the smell of scorched fur hanging in the humid air. She had been hit by lightning- but had given birth first. Frantically, the farmer searched for the foal, and saw her at the end of the pasture. Even only being a few hours old, the filly was up at full gallop, racing from one end of the pasture to the other. It took the farmer a while to realize what she was doing, but eventually he put together the pieces. The filly was trying to attack the lightning as it flashed down, leaping up and chasing it wherever it struck. He saw the strongest spirit he had ever seen reflected in those icy eyes as they locked on to the next flash of light, eager to avenge her mother. He knew he had to preserve that spark, and so he brought the filly in to be raised on goat's milk and honey. She became known as Calamity, a name meaning great disaster and tragedy, but strangely fitting. To this day, she still holds the same spark in her icy eyes, the same flaming passion.
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Hi! I'm TheToyMaker, but please, call me Toy. I absolutely love this beauty, and would be so happy to have her as my very first TTA and the start of Sanderige Stables!
This filly's show name is SS Stormchaser.
Her barn name, as mentioned above, is Calamity.
A filly, and proud of it!
At 4 years old, she stands at 15.2hh.
There's no way you could ever manage to describe all Calamity's spunk and spirit. She's a fury, a firebomb. She doesn't stop at anything, and knows she can get what she wants of she tries hard enough. The filly knows that her 15.2 hands of fiery personality is stunning, and she knows how to use it. You make her mad, you're guranteed to have a permanent hoofprint.
Though Calamity is often smaller than her opponents, she packs a flaming punch. She can certainly stand up for herself; she won't be tied down. If you had to describe freedom and spirit in one word, it'd be calamity. She's quite the daredevil, but can just as easily stand perfectly still for hours on end, watching the waves like her mother would every morning, endless blue fields reflected in her icy eyes. Though she's something fierce, she has deep maternal and caring instincts. She loves foals, and hates to ever see one orphaned like her. She's taken in multiple foster foals, and always makes sure to tell them one thing before they leave...
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I love you."
