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Welcome to Crowntail Racers Adoption Agency! Here, you may browse our lovely selection of the infamous Crowntail, a rare
and treasured equine species native to the coasts of Thailand. Lucky for you, our agency specializes in obtaining and breeding
these beauties a little bit closer to home. These beasts range from 10 to 14 hands (3 - 4 ft), and average anywhere from 500
to 900 pounds. Despite their tranquil appearance, they are known as ferocious fighters with harshly controlled dictatorship
style packs. However, they can be easily tamed in captivity, and may even be ridden by their trainers.

These Crowntails have had a tough start in life and are
looking for new owners to take care of them. We have a few to begin with and others are coming from our
shelter over the next few weeks. Each Crowntail will have something wrong with them, from torn fins and
scars to amputations. Some even have bandages to cover up injuries.

Show Name: Fields of Sky
Barn Name: Wind
Height: 12.3 hh
Coat Color: Seal Bay Reverse Overo
Gender: Mare
Injury: clipped mane and bruising.
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Welcome to the first ' Special Needs' Crowntail! This poor horse has been in our care for a while. Their mane was so badly torn that we needed to cut it close to the Crowntail's neck. They do have some bruising around their shoulders but that will heal by the time they are adopted. To adopt them please give them a nice personality and write about their history. (min 100 words)

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May pretty up and add extras if you wish, remember the more effort, the more likely you will be chosen.

End Date: 28th of October
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- dropping out because i have no motivation at all at the moment... -

[Queen Vivane]

Username: Queen Chrysalis

Show Name: Winter Skies

Barn Name: Salahiel

Gender: Mare

Personality: Salahiel is a cunning individual. Able to twist almost anyone into enacting her wishes while barely lifting a hoof to event attempting doing it herself. She can get herself out of a tight spot with practiced wit and charm. Salahiel isn't a cruel soul by any means, she's just sneaky and mischievous. Underneath all her charm and wit, lies a good heart. She has the best interest of others at heart, even when sending others off to do things for her. Salahiel tends to be a rebel, breaking the rules and ignoring the status quo because they just don't interest her.

History:
(This is written from her point of view and starts from her being helped by those who rescued her from her life of abuse so she wont be up to the personality I've so far written until further into the story)

I cringed away from the hands that were trying to sort my damaged fins and bruised flesh. I didn't want them touching me, they shouldn't have been be touching me! I writhed and tried to buck and kick at them only to feel a sharp prick in my neck and then everything just blurred and I didn't really feel too much after that. The world was nicer, quieter even. I felt like there was nothing there other than myself and my thoughts.

When I came back to myself the human's were gone and where the majority of my damaged fins had been there was now nothing. I felt naked without my fins, I missed them already. My bruises felt a little better, the ache had lessened to something marginally less annoying. I shook myself and examined my surroundings, the walls and floor were a gentle color that didn't hurt my eyes
WIP

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Extended until the 10th of November. Please remember to finish forms.

[HowlingHooves]

Username: HowlingHooves
Show Name: Fields of Sky
Barn Name: Wind
Gender: Mare
Personality: Wind is shy, justly so, and is often very skittish around anything or anyone new to her. She'd rather hide away on her own than have to be forced to stay anywhere she doesn't feel safe in, with makes things difficult when trying to feed or exercise her; she doesn't bite often, but when she's reached her limit she'll lunge and kick viciously as she lets out a screaming, squeaking noise that's more frightening than her kicking. Underneath that mess of fear and noise though, Wind is a lovely mare who would do well in light riding, or Halter showing once she's all healed up.
History:
She was first seen standing in a dirty stall when Serra had gone to pick up some gear from the stable manager; she hadn't paid much attention then as she was in a hurry, but she had been a bit confused at the time since all the other stalls and horses were spick and span. When she had returned a week later in order to pick up some extra feed, as her own horses were going through her stocks like crazy after she had picked up a couple more Crowntails, Serra was appalled at the sight she met after getting out of her truck.

"What in the hell do you think you're doing!" She had yelled, her small frame running forward and leaving the door to her vehicle wide open. The mare was clearly frightened, snorting and squealing painfully as two people roughly handled the poor thing, ignoring the very obvious bruises along her whithers and neck. "Are you out of your mind? This isn't a a draft horse, you idiots!" Serra berated them angrily as she pulled them aside, tearing the heavy collar off and dropping the thing on the ground. Gripping the bridle gently and trying to soothe the poor horse, she rubbed her hand down the length of her face repeatedly until the mare seemed calm enough, for the time being.

Turning to the two men behind her, dumbstruck and obviously confused, Serra tore into them with a fury. "These are not plough horses, ever! They're not big enough to do that kind of work, and they definitely can't carry that collar! Where the hell did you get her, anyway? She's hurt, that black on her neck isn't from dirt or mud, those are bruises!" She told them, watching as they looked between each other before the younger of the two, a blond and freckled young man, turned back angrily. "Hey she doesn't belong to you, so get lost. We bought her and even saw her pulling a plough, she's big enough to do the job."Serra stopped him angrily before he went on, glaring at him while she showed him the bruising repeatedly, arguing back and forth until the stable manager came out and saw the explosion of yelling.

"Hey, knock it off! What's the matter?" He asked, though when Serra explained about what the two had been attempting with the mare, Bryant, the manager, grew just as angry. "I didn't let you keep her here so you could kill her, Ian, Jess. And I bought her for you, as a gift after Cheryl took Monty, so she isn't yours to do whatever you please with! I ever see anything like this again, you're not coming here anymore. Go get that draft gelding hooked up, the one you have lazing around eating my feed and not working! Now!" He ordered the two, and they scrambled hurriedly to do as asked.

"Sorry, Serra. My nephew, thinks everything can do whatever he wants it to. He wasn't lying the whole time though; I picked this girl up after seeing she was being used to plow when she doesn't have the strength to. It wasn't any of us that gave her those, but Ian was supposed to be caring for her. Don't think he deserves a horse like her now though." He trailed off, running a hand up his neck and into his greying hair. Looking at the mare, Serra smiled softly before speaking. "I'll take her, for however much you bought her for. I've got the room, we just lost a three boarders headed for college, so we're running pretty quiet in the Crowntail barn." Bryant was surprised when Serra offered, knowing he had laid a fortune to get the old man to give up the mare; deliberating over it for a few seconds, he sighed before nodding, though he wasn't about to push the mare onto her for the price he had paid. "Four thousand and we'll call it even. That feed you came for is in with the deal. No arguing, you're saving me a lot taking her on. Can't have her around if Ian thinks like he has been."

Serra laughed as she shook hands with Bryant, telling him she's come back with her trailer and for the feed in about a half hour. Bryant waved as he took the mare back to her stall, Serra backing out and leaving, soon returning to take the girl home.

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Winner is HowlingHooves!