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Username; Wentz.
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Gender; Stallion
Eye Color; Light green
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This stallion stretches a lot. He will stretch right after you take him out of his stall. He also will stretch when you put him out to pasture after a ride or something.

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These guys usually range from 12.3Hh-14.2Hh (or .3 depending) and are strong little guys. They used to pul coal from mines, so they needed to have stamina of a quarter horse but power and accessibility- making them muscular and stout. So please when entering, enter by the standards of breed! Thanks all!<3

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Show Name: Twilight The Taxidermy Of You And Me
Barn Name: Blue
Height: 14.2hh

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A knock came from his front door. Three short raps and he groaned and rolled off the couch. Pete had been listening to Green Day after a hard day and had just been competing at a show so he was exhausted. He crawled along the floor to the door where he brushed himself off.
Who was knocking at midnight?! He thought to himself and groaned once again when he realised that he was in his pajamas. The young man rubbed his eyes and opened the door. A woman in dirty breeches stood outside.

"Yes?" Pete asked concealing a yawn. She smiled at him and said,

"We've just rescued some Ancient Irish War Ponies from a home who mistreated them. We rescued over thirty and we were wondering, since you have a large barn and your own breeding herd that you would take one in?"

"Are they purebred?" He grumbled leaning on the doorframe. She nodded.


"Papered and registered"


"Right, let me get changed and get the trailer." Pete wasn't in the mood for maneuvering the large box at this time of night, "Would you like to come in?" he asked.

"No, thanks. I can wait." He ran his hand through his black hair and nodded. He shut the door and dragged himself up the stairs. The young man dragged some back jodhpurs, hoodie and boots on before grabbing a Monster energy drink from his fridge after he ran back down. Within 10 minutes he was ready to go. Luckily, he had left the trailer hooked on his Range Rover from yesterday when his friend has borrowed it. The woman saw him and got back into his car.

"Lead the way!" Pete yelled after he as he got into his own car and started it up. He cracked open his energy drink and took a quick sip before putting it in the cup holder by his gearstick. He followed the woman to the AIWP main breeding yard and in 20 minutes they pulled into the drive. He got out of the car and grabbed his can. He took a sip as he watched the woman to park up and get out the car.

She lead him to a separate area with three long aisles.

"Take your pick." She shrugged and turned to him. He nodded and started to walk down the alleys. He passed loads of chestnuts, bays and roans. They all seemed too small or too weak right now. He wanted something that was almost ready to be ridden again. Some of them were painfully skinny and had mangy fur. He didn't have the time to be taking on something ill or that needed a lot of work because that would be unfair on them.

"They've not been handled for a while." A voice came from behind him and Pete spun around to see the woman. He sighed and blew his fringe from his eyes and shook his head before proceeding down the aisle. A lively black stallion placed his mottled muzzle over his door. He was tall and seemed pretty alive. He caught the young man's eye and made him turn to see him. The stallion's green eyes were intelligent and he wasn't ill. As he went to stroke the stallion, he shot to the back of the stable with his ears flat back. It wasn't with malice but he just didn't trust Pete. Upon closer inspection, the stallion seemed to be an leopard spot under the grime and dirt but it was hard to tell right now. Pete raised an eyebrow as he leaned over the door. He took a long drink from his can to keep him awake before stating to the woman that he was going to take this one. She nodded and handed him a headcollar and leadrope. He put his can down and took them off the woman and let himself in the stable. It took a while to get the headcollar on the pony but about 15 minutes and two sweaty humans and an annoyed pony later, they were ready to go.

"Does he have a name?" Pete asked as he lead the pony out of the stable. It stopped and stretched it's legs out behind and Pete put his hand the his face and shook his head. Once it had finished, the pony danced at his side whilst rolling his eyes to show white in fear.

"Blue... he doesn't have a show name. Also, if it isn't any trouble... could you make a training journal... just for the record?" She replied.

Pete nodded as he lead the pony to the trailer. The ramp was lowered already and the pony took one look at the trailer and Pete before rearing and shooting up the ramp.

"Uhh... That was easy enough." Pete said as he secured the pony in place. It rolled it's eyes and kicked out a few times before they hurriedly pushed up the ramp and locked it. Pete thanked her and got in the car before driving away.

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Authors Note- Italics are flashback from Blue's point of view.


The man roughly grabs my headcollar and drags me to the horsebox and shoves me in. He smacked me with a whip and I joined several other horses in the box in a blinded terror.

"Welcome to hell." The man mutters. He then laughs evilly as we all huddle away from him as he raises the ramp. Suddenly, the engines starts and we're off.

It is hot and sticky. Horses all around me are falling and not getting up again. They... they aren't with us anymore. All the survivors are sweating and panicking. Occasionally even kicking out and injuring the one trying to escape by backing up into them. I suppose the dead ones are the lucky ones.

I have a feeling that it is going to get worse.

I hear the pony starting to hysterically kick in the back. He was quiet for about ten minutes. The trailer starts rock as I hear a thump against the side. He's rearing now. I speed up slightly, I needed to get home quickly before Blue tips it. Sweat started peaking at my brow as I leaned forward at my steering wheel, desperate to get home.
Finally! The black iron gates with 'The Twilight Circus Equestrian Centre' in gold are in sight. I drive up and punch in the code, the pony still rocking the trailer. It's late now and all my grooms would have gone home. Ugh, why did he decide to freak out now?! I press the accelerator and speed through the gates quickly and park up in the unloading bay. I jump out of my car quickly and haphazardly lower the ramp. Blue eyeballs me and rears, narrowly missing my shoulder with his flailing hooves. I fumble at the partition bar until it unlocks and i hurriedly untie the stallion and start to lead him. Blue stretches his legs in that funny way he does, then he bounced out of the trailer. He whinnied in terror as he looked at the barn which I was directing him in and reared. I tugged on his rope and pulled him forward. I wrestled him into the stall next to Sally and pulled off his headcollar. He shot to the back of his stable and glared at me wearily. The stall was freshly bedded with two full water buckets and a large haynet. He gave it the once over before he settled down and went to drink from the water. I sigh content and go to lock up the trailer and head off to bed.

Suddenly, the horsebox stops. The survivors hold their breath.

Hell starts now... for real.

The ramp is roughly thrown down and about ten other men are waiting at it's foot. We eyeball them wide eyed as the first one walks up the ramp to grab one of us. We all try to scramble to the back... it's carnage. He grabs a palomino mare. She has a large gash on her shoulder from a kick she must have received on the journey. Her once lively brown eyes are dull and she doesn't even try to fight. We watch in horror as we realise that our sister will not be able to survive for long. Her lust for life has gone. The end has come for her. We all scramble again and the men find that they cannot grab us without risking their lives so in the end, they end up herding us all to a small cramped barn. The stalls are tiny and they manage to get about three in each. We have no space, food or bedding. The water we have are the puddles on the floor and there is no light. My brothers and sisters stand with their heads down. The moral is low and they fear that they will not survive. Then, the barn is locked up and we are trapped. Pressed up against each other, no room to move, one question remains...

Can we be saved?


The next day I headed down the barn. My other Ancient Irish War Ponies had already been mucked out but my grooms informed me that Blue was not letting them near him, so I had to go sort him out. I saw his black head sniffing the cool air over the door. His eyes were bright and he seemed to be enjoying life right now. All the grooms were busy outside riding some horses and there was no-one around. Blue caught sight of me and shot to the back of his stable. Ugh. He still didn't trust me but why did I expect him too? A few days ago he was on the brink of death being beaten by people similar to me. I shook my head and let my messy black bangs cover one of my eyes. I brushed them back as I looked at the stallion wearily checking me from the back of his stable. I took a carrot from my pocket as I entered a stable with a carrot in my hand. He looked at me curiously, with his ears pricked before stretching out to see if he could reach it from where was standing. He couldn't reach it so he took a few tentative steps closer to me and I didn't say a word. His mottled muzzled lightly grazed my hand as he took the carrot from me gently. I slipped the headcollar over his head and before he knew it, I had caught him. He took a step back and I stretched my empty palm out for him. He sniffed it and relaxed a little. I lowered my stance so I didn't look threatening and then opened his stable door and lead him out of his stable. The kookie stallion stretched his leg.

A saddle and bridle were crudely put on me. The saddle was too small and it pinched and the bridle was also too small. The bit was a mule bit; a harsh bit that I found out soon enough, I couldn't fight it. A burly man dragged me out of my cramped stable. I'd been in this hellhole for about four days and my coat was dirty, my ribs were showing and my mane and tail were tatty and tangled.I was taken to a small sand arena where the man got on ym back and with some spurs, booted me hard. I shot forward only to be jagged in the mouth with the bit. I reared and received a smack around the ears. I shot off again and he smashed the spurs in my sides and the crop he was holding down on my rump. I galloped and galloped. He wouldn't let me stop and my legs were giving in. I have no strength. I stumble and he pulls my up with the bit which cut in my mouth. A mix of foam and blood was forming at my mouth, sides and neck. The saddle rubbed away the fur on my back and my face. I fell over onto my knees and the man fell off. Oh, why couldn't i have kept on going? If only I knew how much worse that would make my already terrible life.

I take him to the outdoor arena to let him free while I mucked him out. He pinned his ears at it and tried to drag me away. I yank on his leadrope and pull him to the gate. One of my grooms opens the gate and I go to lead him in. He refused and backed up. I could see what was next. Blue reared and pawed at the air. He lands and I try to pull him in again and with an angry swish of he tail, he refused once more. A groom comes behind him with a lunge whip and before I can explain that the stallion is a rescue and has probably had a bad experience with them, he shoots into the outdoor almost trampling me. The headcollar snapped around his head and he galloped around the arena. I shake my head and lock the gate. Let him use all of his energy.

Unfortunately, I survived that riding encounter. I haven't been ridden since. I think it's been two weeks. We stand with dull eyes and our once proud features, sunken and insignificant. We don't talk to each other anymore and it's heartbreaking when you see one of your old friends being dragged down the aisle in the barn, almost lifeless and beaten. They don't bother to bury their bodies. They leave us where we die. The last insult to my once proud brotherhood and sisterhood.

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Authors Note: Bold is Blue's point of view at present time.

I like this new place. I have space and there are many other horses to socialise with and I'm gaining weight. I never get hungry and all the other horses seem friendly enough.

There is just one thing I'm worried about.

There's this young man who looks after me and I'm really afraid that it will be like my old home all over again. Judging by how fit his horses are and the amount of Rosettes he has in his horsebox, he is a competitor.

What if i can't live to his standards and he bullies me into it?

I really don't trust him. He scares me.

Blue has settled in well and he is very lively and friendly with all the horses. He's putting on weight and he is getting that light behind his eyes back but I just can't get near him. It really frustrates me and he just won't open himself up to me. I understand he has had a rough life and all that but I just don't understand what he's so scared of.

I head down to his stable and as usual he is nuzzling Sally over the door. I hear welcoming whinnies from my other AIWPs and then Blue notices me. He darts to the back of his stable and faces the wall. I sigh and bring the carrot out of my pocket and stretch it out on my palm. I have decided to try and bond with him today. As usual, he cautiously looks me over and snuffles the carrot and I slide my headcollar over his mottled black face. This time, instead of panicking, he relaxes. He has got used to it now. I go to pat his grimy neck and he shies away. I grunt and shake my head.

Maybe next time, eh?

I lead the stallion to the outdoor, obviously waiting for him to stretch his legs. He is still weary of it but he doesn't make as much ruckus as the first time. He is actually a really quiet lad. He doesn't kick his door or demand attention, he is quite happy just being there. After hesitating and lifting his head to look at it for a few seconds, he takes a few hesitant steps in. I release him and instead of leaving him, I watch him go for a short gallop just to stop and watch him eyeball me from across the arena.

Why is he watching me? He's just stood there... watching me. What is going to happen?

I feel really uncomfortable but he doesn't look threatening or anything, he looks quite upset. I can sense it from him and can see it in his eyes. I can detect that he feels hurt too. Is this my fault? Am I being selfish, ignoring him and not trusting him? I stare back at him and finally my weak mind gives in and I start to walk over to him.

Yeah, I feel bad.

He's approaching me. The dirty black stallion is actually approaching me of his own accord. He's a few meters from me and I drop eye contact and stretch my palm out for him to sniff. After a few long seconds I feel a rough muzzle lip at my empty palm. My heart flips and I look up to see that he is standing before me nuzzling my hand. I stand up slowly, not to alarm or startle him and flip my hand and stretch it out more to touch his face. Blue stands there, just letting me. I move closer towards him and move my hand onto his neck and he leans into my chest.

He actually trusts me!

His eyes are closing and I can tell he's enjoying it. We stand there for ten minutes before I back away from him. He looks up at me and snorts.

So, I guess he's not too bad?

I am still not too sure but as of now, he doesn't seem to be a bad person. Only time will tell. I will still be a little cautious but he doesn't seem like a bad person at all.

He whispers something to me....

I will never end up like him...

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Authors note: This section changes from 3rd Person to 1st Person.

Pete clipped the leadrope to the black headcollar on the black pony. Now that the pony trusted him, it was time to find out the real colour of the pony... It was bath time. Pete didn't know how the pony would react so he had grooms on the yard in case he needed help. Pete fed Blue the small bit of carrot he had in his pocket before proceeding to lead him out of his stable and as usual Blue stopped for a moment to stretch his back legs like he always did. This cracked Pete up and he chuckled to himself. The young man led the pony to the washing bay. A hitching post with a hose and a solarium to one side. He tied the pony up and the small black head investigated the small space for a short while before deeming it safe. Pete rubbed the stallion's nose before twisting the tap to turn the hose on.

I let the hose run for a few moment so Blue could get used to it. he turned his head and his green eyes curiously scanned the green hose. He turned his head away again. The hose was old news now. I brought it closer to him and let it wash on his legs. He picked his leg up in surprise but I let it run on. He put his leg down and some of the actual colour came through. One sock. I repeated with all his legs. They were a grubby white right now but once I got some shampoo on them, I was hoping they would turn up pristine. I let the water wash onto his shoulder and he twitched and just stood sensibly. I praised him and fed him some carrot which he eagerly sucked up. I grinned at him and stroked his shoulder. I ran the hose over his back and he shifted a little bit and stamped his hoof.

"Yes, I know, it's cold!" I said to him, chucking. He grunted at me and I fed him some more carrot. I could tell he was a Near Black Leopard for certain now. Most of the mud has came off. He was just a little bit grubby. I moved over to his neck and let the water dribble over his neck and he shook his newly wet mane in confusion. He patted his neck and then proceeded to run the hose back down his back onto his tail. I scrubbed that thoroughly and then under his stomach and then shut the hose off.

I squeezed some shampoo onto my hand. It was proper horse shampoo intended for sensitive horses. I rubbed it into his fur which Blue seemed to enjoy. He relaxed right beneath my finger and his eyes started to close. I covered his grimy body, mane and tail in it before turning on the hose again and rinsing him. He started to shiver under the cold and put his tail beneath his legs like a dog would do. It may sound mean but it was quite amusing to be honest. I watched the shampoo fall off his coat along with the grime and suds. He was most definitely a near black leopard which was a unusual colour. I hadn't seen many Ancient Irish War Ponies like him and I guess he's just special. Once all the suds were gone, I turned the hose off and picked up a sweat scraper and scraped the excess water off him.

About 15 minutes later, he was free of excess water and ready to go in the solarium. I led him into the small stall with the solarium in and tied him up. I set the heat and timer and stood waiting for my newly cleaned pony to dry.

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