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username: broken*
name: Let Me Be Your Love Song / lover
gender: mare
eye color: Amber

Foundation

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she is gorgeous<3 her name shall be "Let Me Be Your Love Song" and she is a mare<3 oh my gosh. she's just so pretty. I'll start on the first encounter soon(:

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First Encounter

my first thought was 'wow; she's beautiful'. I had always held a soft spot in my heart for horses with paint or pinto markings; I could never tell you why, I just did. so seeing this mare for the first time; I couldn't help myself from staring so open-mouthed. she was stunning. and she was mine. now, I knew that it would be awhile until she fully trusted me, until we were able to truly connect as horse and rider. but I hoped desperately that we could form that unbreakable bond that my mother had with her horse maverick. seeing the way that they acted together and cared for each other, I had desperately craved that since I was a child. and now I had the chance to make that happen. my mother had told me of her show name, a name she had already come with at her young age; "Let Me Be Your Love Song". it was a stunning name for a stunning creature. hopefully, if her personality fit, I would call her "Lover" for short. as I approached the round pen, where my father had put her after unloading her from the trailer, I slipped through the bars, but did not move any closer, leaning casually against the railing. she watched me with her amber eyes, and I watched her with my blue eyes. slowly but steadily I made my way towards her, stopping every time she seemed to grow nervous again. after about twenty minutes of this, she allowed me to be standing mere inches away from her face. there was no longer any fear, nor was there aggression, in her face or body, and so as she met my eyes, I slowly reached out my hand; she moved her nose forward and nuzzled her muzzle into the palm of my hand; that was the first time we ever touched.

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adjusting to the new home

I had been visiting an old friend in town that evening when my mother and father had moved my new mare from the outside coral into her stall in the barn. they claimed that she was exceedingly happy to be around other horses, calmly nickering with her ears perked and twitching every which way. I wish I had been there to see it. now I was going out to feed her; my dad told me how important it was for me to do it, to help us form that bond that I wanted. as I slipped through the large red double doors, I greeted my moms stallion, and my dad's mare and foal, but only briefly; my main goal was the mare at the end of the barn, in the corner stall. she was standing with her body pushed against the outer wall, her ears and head drooped like she was sad. quickly, I entered the stall, and while her eyes watched me warily, she didn't make any attempt to move. "what's wrong girl? please don't be sad. I know this isn't the same as your old home, but we'll be good friends. okay? I won't let anything happen to you." I tried my best to sooth her, slowly pulling a carrot out of my pocket. as I reached out, offering the orange treat to her, her ears perked ever so slightly, and as she bent forward to take the treat in her mouth, our eyes locked, and I knew she was going to be fine.

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introducing the halter

I had my halter specially designed from the first day that I had seen her picture. my mother had shown me a picture of this little foal, cuddled up against its dam; they had just been taken out of the wild, and the mare still had this overprotective look in her eyes, whereas the tiny foal was quite calmly standing there. with the way the lighting was, her white splashes almost looked blue, and that's where my idea came. the halter was a very pale baby blue, with white chevrons all along it. it was beautiful. slowly, I made my way into the barn that morning, the halter in my hand, nerves everywhere on my body. the mare looked at me curiously, her eyes turning more cautious when she saw the strange cloth thing in my hand. "hey pretty girl." I cooed to her, making my way over. I had found the night before just how much she loved fresh, crunchy carrots, and so I fed her a few, which she munched on happily. I slowly brought the halter near her face, not pushing her to put it on, just holding it near. she moved forward a bit, nuzzling the thing around with her lip as if she was looking for treats. once realizing there were none, she got bored, and went back to lipping at my pockets, scenting there were more carrots there. as she did so, I rubbed the halter against her neck, which spooked her a bit at first, but she grew used to it. slowly but surely, I pulled the halter up towards her face, and she froze, watching me carefully as I pulled it over her muzzle and clipped the neckpiece. I was shocked that she hadn't given me more of a hassle. it was almost like she already was beginning to trust me... I pulled out another carrot, a smile bright on my face. "good girl.."

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meeting a friend

it was the first time she was going to be put out in the big pasture with the other horses. she had been going back and forth from the barn to her small coral, but after about a week of that, I felt as though she could go in with the other horses. she did seem to be getting lonely all by herself. as I led her towards the pasture, I could see the way her body was full of energy; she was eager to go out to pasture. I left her halter on, just in case I needed to go back and get her earlier than expected, and then waited along the fence with my parents. my mom's mare and foal stayed well away, the foal wanting to approach but it's mother being far too cautious around a new horse. the stallion was in the back of the pasture, and while he seemed curious, he was beaten out by another horse; my barrel racing mare dreamer. the mare did not seem to like this new mare, which was expected; dreamer didn't like change, at all. change meant mistakes, and mistakes infuriated that mare. however, we were all shocked by the way that the mare nickered softly to lover, the two mares approached each other, their muzzles briefly brushed, and then they went to grazing; their bodies were so close they were almost touching. hm. guess lover found a mutual friend.

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Congrats! You may have a small halter charm of your choice added!

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I'd love to; but what do you mean by charm?

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mhm for example, a small moon attached by a gold string to its halter, like the charms on a charm bracelet only its one on the halter.

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oh could I please get a little pastel peachy-pink colored heart?(: