Username: ImmyWimmy1
Show Name: One Final Waltz
Barn Name: Prince, more affectionately known as 'Princey' to his handler and those who work with him closely.
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Noriker
Height: 17.0 hands
Age: 8 years
Colour: Bay Semi-leopard Appaloosa
Markings: Semi-leopard appaloosa
Genes: E/e, A/a, Lpn/lpn, Ptn1/ptn1
Funny Nutcracker Photo: Personally I think that this is
beauty incarnate. :3
Photo of a Sooty Buckskin Gypsy Vanner: Sorry not sorry! MWUHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!Story Piece: (From his POV. For context, he has just been shut into one of the draft paddocks at Ivy Hall. This story includes multiple horses, but focuses on the connection he makes with
Snowy.)
I suddenly found myself within an unfamiliar paddock full of strange horses I had never met before. I could feel myself tense as suddenly the heads of five other draft stallions lifted from their grazing and turned towards me. Their eyes seemed to vary: some were gentle and kind while other exuded a challenge. There was a dark-coloured stallion furthest to the left of me, somewhere near the back. He was roughly my height, but much lighter of build and seemed to give me a rather calm look. Next to him and slight further forward was a very striking chimeric fellow. He was shorter than all his paddock mates, but he was very strongly built and powerful in the shoulders and hindquarters. Despite his pale blue eyes, I could tell from his glaring expression he felt more challenged by my presence than any of the others in the paddock and I made a mental note to avoid him if possible. By his side was a bay Clydesdale stallion casually chewing at some of the strands of grass still in his mouth. He didn't seem to care much about my being there at all and merely stood watching me whilst resting a hind leg, his large hindquarters slouching ever so slightly. Over to the right stood another smaller bay of a slightly lighter build again. He seemed fairly comfortable with my presence, almost welcoming, with a soft gaze and his ears pricked forward in a greeting. But to his left stood a great hulk of a horse with the most striking appaloosa markings on a draft I had seen since I was a yearling. He stood tall and proud, his muscular fine more than apparent. His mane and tail were long and flowing and seemed to move like silver silk if caught by a breeze. Dark feathering adorned his legs and draped down over the powerful hooves as curtains draped over the windows of the human houses. The iron grey coat adorning his features accentuated the muscles just beneath the surface of his skin, whilst the appaloosa markings struck out across his back like white lightning in a night storm. Despite the presence of the striking chimera, I was totally taken aback by the appaloosa. There was just something about him that made him seem stronger than the others, and it wasn't just the height. He looked like a champion. He stood like a champion. Every inch of this stallion seemed to radiate success more than the others. Was he the dominant horse in this paddock? I glanced back at the others quickly. There was no obvious leader amongst them. The chimera only seemed interested in maintain his current rank (whatever that was) and the Clydesdale, the only bigger horse, didn't really seem to care much for anything besides the simpler things in life. As for the others... Well, I honestly don't know what it was, but they just didn't seem like likely candidates at the time.
It was then the striking appaloosa make his way towards me, each heavy step he took trembled through the ground around him. I quickly turned my head back to face him. "Well well well," he nickered. I could feel him eyeing me up as he drew himself to a halt just a few paces from where I was standing, his stance proud and ears pricked towards me. "And who might you be?" His tone was somewhat calm and gentle, but I was still uneasy with the muscular, full frame of the stallion before me. At this distance I could see his deep brown eyes more closely. They seemed to hold a great amount of wisdom, as if he'd seen and learnt so much throughout his lifetime. I had little time to dwell on what he must have seen before I knew I had to formulate and answer to his question. "I'm new here," I replied, maintaining eye contact with the stallion. "The humans refer to me as 'Prince'". It was at this point I heard a snort from amongst the rest of the horses. Upon turning my head I saw that the chimera had been the source of the noise. "'Prince'?" he scoffed, arching his neck slightly and drawing his ears back. "Is that so? Well just because you get a high and mighty name doesn't mean you'll get any special treatment from any of us! We have a structured herd here and if anyone-"
"That's quite enough, Choccy," the appaloosa said in a slightly raised tone. He didn't even have to look at the other stallion when the chimera lowered his head ever so slightly in submission. I looked back at the horse in front of me in awe. How could one horse hold such power over the other horses to make them behave in such a way? He certainly wasn't like any other horse I had met during my lifetime, that was certain. His eyes softened further and he let out a slight chuckled before he next spoke. "You'll have to forgive Choccy here. While he would never hurt a fly, his bravado around fellow stallion does tend get the better of him." At this point I overheard some of the other stallions laugh amongst themselves, the chimera 'Choccy' letting out a rather insulted huff. The appaloosa smiled at me before speaking next. "If the humans have brought you to us then you are more than welcome to join us, Prince." At his words I felt myself relaxing the tension created by my nerves and I even found myself smiling back. Seeing the change in my stance the great stallion gestured me to follow him. "Come, why don't gaze with me for a while?" I nodded and followed his lead to the patch of grass where he had originally walked over from. Once in place we both lowered our heads and began chewing on the sweet grass within the paddock.
I don't know how much time passed between us during our first time in the paddock together, but I do remember that in between the blades of grass we spoke of many things. He had asked me about my origins and how I came to be so far away from my birthplace and so I told him my story. He listened to me very intently, occasionally nodding his head and asking the odd question here and there. When my story was done he preceded to share with me the stories of some of our other paddock mates. The darkest horse was named Jarilo and was an import from the country of Russia itself. Choccy had been rescued from Cottonwood Wild Horse Ranch, often going unwanted due to his odd colouration and bitter temperament towards other stallions. The Clydesdale was named Allistor and was Scottish born and raised, working on a farm for a chunk of his life before arriving at Ivy Hall. Andrey was the son of the lead human's own bred stallion and had only known life on the estate, only getting out when taking part in competitions. Snowy, as I learnt the great stallion's name was, was also a Cottonwood rescue, but only because his owner fell into financial ruin. I listened in awe as he recounted these tales, taking in every word he said as they were silver. He concluded by saying, "you see, Prince, we are all different yet here we are. All of us are a mixed bunch, but here at Ivy Hall we are a family. A herd." He looked at me with a rather determined look. "You are part of this family now, understand? And as part of this family we will do our utmost to look out for you and we will expect you to do the same for us. Will you remember that?" The only reply I could think of was to nod my head and hum in agreement. Snowy seemed to sigh a breath of relief. "Good. That puts my mind at rest." He gestured towards the grass again. "Eat up Prince. Before Choccy decides to snatch it from beneath you." We both chuckled before settling back down to eat again. It was my first day here and I'd already made a friend. And a seemingly reliable one too. And that was when I thought:
I'm going to like it here. 
<3 xxx
