[Kosciusko]

To win this mare, tell me where you found her.

Username: demonthief.
Name: A Campfire Song || Edana
Age: Four years old
Gender: Mare
Eye Colour: Emerald/Aqua
Halter: Brown leather with gold stitching.
Height|Between 15.3hh to 18.2hh: 16.1 hh
Genotype: EE, Aa, Cr, StySty
Story:
It was the beginning of autumn, the air was starting cool but not enough to stop the small bushfires springing up in the forests around the estate. A thin wisp of dying smoke still a stark contrast to the dawn colours across the sky. Opening the front door, the semi-feral wolf hybrid was sitting outside wagging his tail. "Staying near the house then?" I said softly to the canine, reaching forward to pet his soft head. His wagging tail increased at my touch and licked my wrist as a pulled away to look at the horizon. We had been lucky that no fires had sparked on the property but our next door neighbour hadn't been as lucky as well as the nature reserve. My boots crunched on the gravel path as I headed to the fence dividing our property from the reserve and climbed over the thick wooden fence, turning to watch Argent squeeze his body through. I enjoy walking through the nature reserve, but there was a strong smell of smouldering wood in the air. The newest fire was miles away, so it was safe for my walk but there was noise that I couldn't pinpoint. It sounded like an animal cry but nothing was coming to mind of what it was. Taking one look at my companion, I turned towards the sound and began to make my way towards it, stepping over dry grass.

It became quite loud and I could see a large body moving in the distance, Argent becoming tense beside me. There was a small clearing between the trees and near the edge of it was a large horse, struggling to get away from something. "Must have been spooked by the fire but I don't recognise the coat," I said softly to myself, staring at the gorgeous horse in front of me. Being in the middle of nowhere, it was common for neighbours to be a good 10-minute drive apart but we had a good relationship with ours and I still didn't recognise the horse. Telling Argent to stay so that he didn't stress the horse more than she already was, I walked slowly towards the mare, making sure that she could see me coming. There was a halter on her, that seemed quite new and there was a ridiculously long lead rope that had become stuck on a tree that had fallen in the fire. "Hey there, shh now. It is alright" I cooed, the mare turning her emerald eyes towards me, snorting with fear. It took some time but soon, I was close enough to pet her velvet muzzle and after she had calmed down, I reached down and untangled the lead rope. Ash covered her coat and when I got her home, I made sure to give her a good bath. She had a few burns but nothing too threating, and after calling around, I found out that she didn't have an owner. The halter was from the neighbour who had caught her but with the fires so close to his place, it had spooked her and she ran for the hills. As she grazed with my other horses, I came up a name for her as the sun set on the horizon. Edana meaning "little fire."

-Ends on the 19th
-Coat: Uncommon

[Yodel]

Username: misswarrior123
Name: Dancing Among the Snowflakes//Winter
Age: 9 years
Gender: Mare
Eye Colour: Emerald/Aqua
Halter: surprise me ^^ maybe with the eye color?
Height|Between 15.3hh to 18.2hh: 16.1 hh
Story: I was was cleaning out Phantom's stall, when Phantom perked up and was looking outside. "What ya lookin' at girl?" I poked my head outside the barn door. I rested my eyes upon a beautiful sooty buckskin mare, standing in the light flurries of early winter. There was the occasional snowflake falling here and there today, it was getting colder. The mare just stood there, observing us before turning and walking away back into the forest surrounding the stables.

The next time I saw the mare, it had been about a week since I last saw her, I was eating breakfast in my kitchen, I happened to look out the window and there she was again, staring at me from the other side of the stables. The mare walked to one of the paddocks and began socializing with Phantom, Amber and Poppy. They seemed to be getting along. The mare turned and walked away again back into the forest.

The appearances became more and more frequent, sometimes she would watch from a distance, maybe nicker to the other horses, and sometimes she would just stand and stare, ignoring the nickers and whinnies from the horses. It was almost as if she wanted to come and live at Red Robin Gypsy Ranch, but was too shy, or not sure.

Today I saw her again, I was coming out of my house, and going to fetch Amber for a ride, when I saw the sooty buckskin mare grazing with Amber. I wasn't sure how the mare got into the paddock, but somehow she did. I went to the paddock, Amber lifted her head, followed by the mysterious mare. They both looked at me, and the mare seemed to become nervous. Amber then looked at her, and whinnied softly, and the buckskin mare calmed down. I entered the paddock, and to my surprise, the mare started to hesitantly walk over the me, Amber following behind her for support. Amber and the new mare seemed to have become friends and when they were both standing in front of me it seemed as if Amber was introducing me to the mare. The name Winter came to mind, named after the season the ranch was slowly shifting to. The uncommon bird catcher spots even looked like little snowflakes among her sooty buckskin coat.

After a few moment of staring deep into the mare's emerald eyes, she reached out her muzzle, welcoming me to pet her. I softly rest my hand against her fuzzy muzzle, giving it a gentle stroke. I then move and give her a good pat on the neck. She didn't seem nearly as skittish as she had when I first saw her. I'm glad she kept coming back, day after day to visit me- or well, the other gypsies. Winter -as she was now called- nudged my jean pocket, which happened to have an assortment of carrots and sugar cubes. I brought out a handful, and she only ate the sugar cubes. I was surprised, I guess she didn't like carrots, so I gave them to Amber.

I got a hold of Amber's halter, and attached the lead rope I brought, I led her to the gate towards the barn to tack up for a ride, and Winter was following, I guess she really did like Amber, and did want to stay here. When I was about to go, I decided to let Winter tag along, because she wasn't technically mine yet, and if she wanted to go back to the forest, that was fine. I wouldn't want to confine her in a stall or a paddock and upset her if she didn't want to be there.

So we went riding, and Winter followed the whole time, and when we got back, I turned them loose into the paddock, and went to my computer to order a halter for my new mare, Winter.


Other gypsies mentioned in this story: Phantom, Poppy, and Amber

[Chaotic Queen]

Username: Soul of winter
Name: Cherry Tree Stables How to Save A Life // TBD
Age: 1
Gender: Mare
Eye Colour: Emerald/Aqua
Halter: Can it be galexy
Height|Between 15.3hh to 18.2hh: Will mature to be 17.2hh
Story: All was a good day for Kylie, she just got back in from riding as she untacked Mistletoe and put him into his stall. He was the only Gypsy at Cherry Tree Stables for it just opened back in 2015. Kylie slapped her arm as she felt pain in her shoulder, she looked to see a black fly but her she growled as Mistletoe perked his ears and looked past the pasture. Kylie was puzzled. She got back on Mistletoe as she let Mistletoe lead. As Mistle for took off at a trot
-found in the woods
- in a mud puddle
-dehydrated
Wip

[Marsh]

Username: armadillo.
Name: quick thinker // fae
Age: 9
Gender: mare
Eye Colour: emerald/aqua
Halter: black with leaf detailing in eye colour
Height|Between 15.3hh to 18.2hh: 16.2hh
Story: i first found fae when she was just a little filly, alone in an abandoned house. it was obvious the house had been used recently, presumably by a group of teenagers who wanted to have a 'thrilling' party. i was just driving past, listening to the radio, when i heard what sounded like a weak whinnying cutting through my music. i drove the car to the side of the road as quickly and as safely as possible. initially i knocked on the door but i soon realised that no one was at home and the tell-tale sign should have been that the door was wide open. i walked in and had to cover my nose to prevent the disgusting smell of damp ceiling and rotten beams from entering my nose. the place looked like it could fall down at any minute, and the creaking with a steady dripping sound didn't help ease my suspicions. i knew it wouldn't be long before fear would kick in and force me to run out of the house, i had to work quickly if i was to find the horse. luckily, the filly was in the second room i searched.

as i entered i saw a massive pile of towels and laundry, probably from someone who also found her and took pity on her, but it hadn't helped her condition. it took me a while, more like a few seconds, to adjust to the light with the light from outside was fading as it was becoming night. the shuddering of the towels made me jump and then a shape appeared. it took me a few seconds to work out what it was, but the silhouette of a horse head wasn't hard to miss against the once white walls. i moved closer to try and identify what colour she was, and the light didn't help, but what prevented me from being able to come up with a definite coat colour was the large bald patches that spread across her body. i knew she was some sort of bay, but it would not become obvious until i found some way of helping her coat grow again. she was weak and obviously struggling to stay awake, but with the energy she could muster up she moved her head forwards to sniff my hand and then my pocket. i stroked her nose to tell her that there wasn't any food in my pocket and flipped my phone out to call my friend to come and help. i guess i had already decided way before that she would be coming home with me, maybe from the moment i heard the neigh, but i took her to the vet the day after and found out she had sweet itch - a condition where the horse has an allergic reaction to the bite of a specific type of midge. it took a while, and by a while i mean a few years, for her coat to grow back fully.

[iBrevity]

Username: iBrevity
Name: You Belong Among the Wildflowers // Sage
Age: 5 years old
Gender: Mare
Eye Colour: Emerald/Aqua
Halter: something inspired by her eyes c:
Height: 16.2 hh

Story:
[using my other gypsies, Kenai, Osso, Zeph, Fili and Argo, all found here]

It was not the humans that first saw her, but the other horses.

She moved as if a shadow would, flitting between the thin white bones of the birch trees, her mane draped over the arch of her neck and grown so long and thick that it merely touched the ground. There was a wildness to her face and the bones of her skull, to her wary jewel-bright eyes and the scars nestled among the thick hair of her winter pelt. She was muddy up to the knee, dirt dried in splatters across her stomach and flanks, a long rose vine wrapped in the tangles of her mane. She looked as if she come in from a different time, an era of horses unknown to man.

She was the one who approached the pasture most favored by the gypsies, her posture inquisitive, her head lowered and nostrils flared. She crept to the fence one step at a time as the other horses watched, gathered in a loose knot in the corner closest to the trees and whispering among themselves. Sage stopped beside the fence and pressed her chest bone against the wood, felt it groan with her weight.

The horses simply stared at one another for a long, pregnant moment. There was a summer storm brewing on the far horizon and the humans had deserted the paddocks for favor of shelter so the gypsies were left without supervision. There was no ranch-hand to interrupt this moment, no rider to coax Sage into the paddock. Rather it was left to the horses, who looked closely at Sage as she tipped her head farther over the fence, lipping at the texture of the wood.

Zeph, by far the friendliest of the small herd, cleared his throat. "Excuse me," he began, but he stopped when the mare startled and jerked her head back so quickly she clipped her jaw on the fence post. She shied a few steps back as he blinked owlishly, sidled closer to Osso in embarrassment; Zeph never intimidated, never scared. It was difficult to know how to proceed given her initial reaction but he rallied and tried again.

"Excuse me," he repeated, softer this time, lowering his voice until it was scarcely audible. "Are you... wild?"

The mare exhaled loudly and lifted one hoof as if in consideration of departure and then slowly, tentatively, put it back down. "No," she said after a long moment.

Fili frowned at her, tilting his head to look more closely at her overgrown coat and wild hair. "Why are you here then?"

She presented the ghost of a smile in reply but offered no verbal response. The gypsies looked between one another with open bewilderment in their faces. This mare was off and conversation with her did not come easily; still, Fili tried again, saying more firmly, "If you are not wild then why are you living in the woods?"

"I'm not," she said lightly. She had come closer to the fence in the interim of conversation, her ears forward now, her eyes gentler. "I'm traveling."

"And you stopped here because...?"

Kenai shouldered Fili with a dark look, saying lowly to him, "Be nicer, Fili. She looks as though she needs a friend."

The mare twitched an ear considerably and nodded. "Yes," she said, "Exactly. The woods are lonely, dark and deep."

Osso's head went up in pleasant surprise. Not many were familiar with that Frost poem, and he had certainly not expected this mare to be one of them. "But I have promises to keep," he said in his throaty voice. "And miles to go before I sleep."

She smiled. The expression softened the bestiality of her appearance, made her look softer even, less wild and more lost. She intoned softly, "And miles to go before I sleep," with another decisive nod.

"So you're looking for a friend?" Kenai asked, tilting her head.

Sage considered that. "A companion," she said. "A conversation."

"The humans would not mind you if you stayed," Osso suggested. He had warmed to the mare since the poem and saw something in her that he felt in himself. A deep desire for the loveliness of the woods and the inherent solidarity of walking among the trees. "You could stay there and simply visit us, perhaps."

[res]

[persay]

congrates to the winner shes a beatiful horse

Username: wolfy858
Name: galaxy's shining star//galaxy
Age: 6
Gender: Mare
Eye Colour: Emerald/Aqua
Halter: galaxy themed
Height|Between 15.3hh to 18.2hh: 18.2
Story: A young girl rushed out of the house with a teliscope "MUM DAD,I CAN SEE IT" the young girl yelled and ponited at the sky."neigh" the young girl looked up suddenly and wondered cushisly towards the sound "hello any one here?" she calles out,she lookes around relising that shes lost.she lay down on the ground and wept,she soon felt body heat and the girl ended up falling to sleep under the stars.the next morning the woke up and jumped away she stared at the horse that had curled up beside her.she nelt down to stroke it and one word came to mind Galaxy "hey the girl,your new names going to be galaxy" she wispers and pates her some more.then she heard rusiling and her perants had found her they asked what happened and she replied with "this mare is my gardein angle sent form the galaxy,she kept me warm,so i want to care for her" she says bravly her perants talked quietly for a while befor telling her "yes" she ran to her perants and hugged them and she ran to her horse and hugged and patted her.years later they became the best team and went to the olimpics and won money and ribions and cups,but thats not what matered to the girl,it was the bond between rider and horse.(she was found under a luner ecilpes glaxay thing at night under the stars)

[Lueur.]

BIG TIME RESERVE
Username: 2 Infinity &' Beyond
Name:
Age:
Gender: Mare
Eye Colour: Emerald/Aqua
Halter:
Height|Between 15.3hh to 18.2hh:
Story:

[demonthief.]

Username: demonthief.
Name: A Campfire Song || Edana
Age: Four years old
Gender: Mare
Eye Colour: Emerald/Aqua
Halter: Brown leather with gold stitching.
Height|Between 15.3hh to 18.2hh: 16.1 hh
Story:
It was the beginning of autumn, the air was starting cool but not enough to stop the small bushfires springing up in the forests around the estate. A thin wisp of dying smoke still a stark contrast to the dawn colours across the sky. Opening the front door, the semi-feral wolf hybrid was sitting outside wagging his tail. "Staying near the house then?" I said softly to the canine, reaching forward to pet his soft head. His wagging tail increased at my touch and licked my wrist as a pulled away to look at the horizon. We had been lucky that no fires had sparked on the property but our next door neighbour hadn't been as lucky as well as the nature reserve. My boots crunched on the gravel path as I headed to the fence dividing our property from the reserve and climbed over the thick wooden fence, turning to watch Argent squeeze his body through. I enjoy walking through the nature reserve, but there was a strong smell of smouldering wood in the air. The newest fire was miles away, so it was safe for my walk but there was noise that I couldn't pinpoint. It sounded like an animal cry but nothing was coming to mind of what it was. Taking one look at my companion, I turned towards the sound and began to make my way towards it, stepping over dry grass.

It became quite loud and I could see a large body moving in the distance, Argent becoming tense beside me. There was a small clearing between the trees and near the edge of it was a large horse, struggling to get away from something. "Must have been spooked by the fire but I don't recognise the coat," I said softly to myself, staring at the gorgeous horse in front of me. Being in the middle of nowhere, it was common for neighbours to be a good 10-minute drive apart but we had a good relationship with ours and I still didn't recognise the horse. Telling Argent to stay so that he didn't stress the horse more than she already was, I walked slowly towards the mare, making sure that she could see me coming. There was a halter on her, that seemed quite new and there was a ridiculously long lead rope that had become stuck on a tree that had fallen in the fire. "Hey there, shh now. It is alright" I cooed, the mare turning her emerald eyes towards me, snorting with fear. It took some time but soon, I was close enough to pet her velvet muzzle and after she had calmed down, I reached down and untangled the lead rope. Ash covered her coat and when I got her home, I made sure to give her a good bath. She had a few burns but nothing too threating, and after calling around, I found out that she didn't have an owner. The halter was from the neighbour who had caught her but with the fires so close to his place, it had spooked her and she ran for the hills. As she grazed with my other horses, I came up a name for her as the sun set on the horizon. Edana meaning "little fire."

[♡ ElizabethPine ♡]

Username: ElizabethPine
Name:
Age:
Gender: Mare
Eye Colour: Emerald/Aqua
Halter:
Height|Between 15.3hh to 18.2hh:
Story:

[lovestruck]

Username:
Diamondcat
Name:
Fireflies in the City
(Firefly)
Age:
5
Gender:
Mare
Eye Colour:
Emerald/Aqua
Halter:
Sunset colors, maybe an ombre from orange to pink. And if you can, add black bird silhouettes?
Height|Between 15.3hh to 18.2hh:
17.3
Story:
It was in the darkest part of night. It was firefly season, and since we lived in the mountains, they where all over. Me and my brother walked out into the forest, with jars and small lamps.The fireflies were glowing lime small shards of diamond scattered over the night sky. We wanted to catch some. I laughed, reaching out for one. Its miniature legs tickled my fingertips. My brother had caught more than I, so I headed into the woods. I gasped, seeing a movement among the leaves. Just more fireflies, probably. That theory was turned down when I saw white spots. I gasped. "There's a horse!" I owned one horse, and I could tell this one was injured. So, I called a horse vet. I waited in anticipation, and the white trailer finally pulled up. I could tell the mare was getting weaker by the minute. I turned to the woman, and gave her a concerned look. By now, my brother was at my side. I asked quietly,"Will she- will she be ok?" The woman shook her head, not sure. I felt a tear creeping down my cheek. This horse deserved to live. I could tell the mare was young, about 4 years old. I pet her flank, and the mare stirred.

Later, I was waiting in the vet's office for a reply about the mare. I sighed, and hugged my mom, who had driven me here. "If she survives, can I-" She cut me off there. "Yes, Riley, you can keep her. I've already done all the paperwork. Apparently, she's at a very high pedigree." I almost shrieked with delight. "I'll never forget this mom!" I sniffed a bit, "I'll name her Fireflies in the City." She nodded happily, and I smiled, seeing her come out, with a beautiful halter. I smiled. "Hey there Firefly, how're you feeling?" She whinnied at that, almost as if she could hear me. She had a broken leg, but that soon healed, and she became a racehorse. She became my best friend, and we've been together for a year now. -♥