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second official scar tolt

for this babe, explain how he got his scars in 1500 words or less.

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[OutdatedBoombox]

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answer: attacked by a bear WIP

[♥Meeshi♥]

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♥Meeshi♥
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A Darker Shade ;; Ciar
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9 years
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Stallion
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A light grey
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A while back, when Ciar was just a colt, right into the new training, he was a horse always on his hooves. Anything moved, a shadow, a persons hand, he was spooked. Immense training underwent with a Private trainer who saw this horses problem, being frustrated the trainer did anything to make him stop being afraid, until he was hurting the poor horse. This only made Ciar more spooked, and one day, broke free from the lunge he was on from the trainer. The trainer had simply risen his hand and Ciar was tangled up in a gate in no time, the wounds evident of the sharp metal where it left it's deep marks. Ciar was treated at the stable where he was gonna be kept for two more months under the "special" training of the trainer. After Ciar had healed from a deep gash on his hindquarters, he was soon abused by his trainer with a metal pitchfork, leaving deep wounds on his side and face. not only did this make Ciar more scared, but when the two months were up, the Trainer was fired from his place, and sued.Ciar ever since has gone through therapy separately, and has been ridden lightly and effectively. He still is the small colt he was 4 years ago, but he is less spooked now, and he learned to love his new personal trainer, which works at the barn his owner works at, just to make sure, everything went according to plan this time.

[SpartanAmethyst]

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3 words: wolves, storm, fall
NO STEALIES~

[Vinson]

username: Vinson
name: Little Red Ragdoll // Annie
age: 9 years
gender: mare
halter: red and white checkered
answer: res with she used to be on a farm with an abusive owner, was spooked during the night and got out of the pastures and into the old barn, found herself in the middle of a dog fight. was rescued along with the dogs, sent to the local animal shelter, adopted out.

[razzberry]

username: RazzBerry
name: Titanic Tribute | Terric
age: 6 years
gender: Stallion
halter: Red
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Terric had been taken from his mother at a very young age and the farm on which he was confined to had no other horses, the only animals being malnourished cats and dogs, fattened cattle and pigs and unruly-looking chickens.The worst parts started when he turned 3 and was fully grown. The cruel man decided that he was big and strong enough to be put to use, or simply to carry out whatever he wanted him to. The man made Terric pull every heavy thing you could imagine while strapped to a thin harness. Barrels, crates, machines, plows, everything that the man couldn’t. The harness had been tightened as tight as it could go, ensuring that it was firmly squeezing him and rubbing uncomfortably against his skin. That left the first set of scars on his back and barrel.The second set of scars were the goriest and happened out of pure anger and frustration on the man’s part. They were from wire that had been wrapped tightly around his nose when he wouldn’t cooperate when the man was fitting him for shoes. The wire had dug so deeply into his skin that his whole nose had been covered in blood. Finally, the last set of scars, on his rump, was from where the man had struck him with a jagged piece of wood when he was drunk. Luckily he hadn’t stabbed him, more of a smack with the side of it, but it still did damage nonetheless.

[ghost queen.]

username: ghost queen.
name: give me food // gluttony. his name is literally a joke to me and my stablehands, and his registered show name is waldeinsamkeit which means "the feeling of being alone in the woods" which is untranslateable from german. wald, which means woods in german, was his given barn name.
age: four
gender: stallion
halter: surprise me with some kind of color gradient
answer: gluttony is literally the most piggish tolt anyone has ever met. everyone is so surprised that he's stayed in a healthy condition with the way he eats. now i bet you're wondering how he got those scars. you see, i had brought home a couple bags of feed, and of course, i had to make sure that gluttony didn't get into them. so instead of putting them where i usually put them, in the feed room, which was on the other end of the barn from gluttony's stall, i decided to put them on my porch. now, the porch can be seen from the field, and seeing as I always let gluttony into the field to try and get him to run around or whatever strikes his fancy, because there is literally no changing his mind once he decides to do one thing, he could obviously see the porch. i kid you not, as soon as he looked over at the porch he was gone. i watched as he literally ran through the fence, snagging the barbed wire i lined the wood with, and was still going to the porch, all because of the feed. the dang tolt cost me new fencing and a ton of vet bills but i still love him all the same.

[grapejuice]

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[bears]

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[Eulee]

username: Eulee
name: Scars Of The Past // Kato
age: 7
gender: Stallion
halter: Maybe black with silver scars?
answer: "These scars? Heh, yeah. I got them a long time ago, back when I wasn't much more than a colt. This tale starts before I was born though. My dam was headed to the slaughterhouse before I was born. They tried to sell her to a nice, loving home, but the only ones who wanted her were kill buyers. Shortly after arriving, I came into the world. They put up bail prices for both of us and waited for what seemed like eternity. How could it not? Our lives were on the line here and if no one took us, we were as good as dead. Quite a few people were interested in us, unfortunately not together though. Before long, my dam was sold and I was left on my own to face the unknown fate that lay before me.
Cold and alone, I waited for my fate to come. It must've been a short time, but the suspense made it drag on. I was done waiting then to see what would happen to me. The first chance of escape that I saw, I took. I escaped from the horrible enclosure and ran until I had come across an electric fence. Unfortunately, I didn't know it was an electric fence, or even what an electric fence was. I made the mistake of repetitively running into it at different angles until I bled. Later these cuts would turn in to scars. Eventually I learned that this fence would only cause pain, so I found another way out; a hole in the fence just large enough to squeeze out of. From there I ran until I found myself in what appeared to be a forest. It was all new to me so I had no idea what dangers lurked in there for me to find.
Night fell a lot quicker than I expected and I lacked any skills of basic survival. Lost, cold and hungry, I wandered the dark forest until I heard a howl. Coyotes. It couldn't have helped that I stank of blood and filth. One soon found me, and I fought for my life, my instincts kicking in. I kicked and bucked as hard as I could at the coyote, not before meeting sharp claws. He had ended up scratching my face and rear deeply; more future scars. I knew I didn't have much of a chance so I ran. I reached some sort of town, and was soon brought to a shelter if you will, where they took care of my cuts. They did as much as they could, and even sent me to several stables to try to help before I was finally sent to where I reside now. When my bandages were taken off, they saw that the cuts were gone; in their place were scars. Scars that remind me of my past."