Rescued from the event.
For ~Trompy
Background: "If her scars could tell their stories, you would cry. We know a lot, but there are grey areas and scars we still don't know the tales of. Her life started out rough when her mother rejected her at birth, and only got worse when her foster mare died from heart failure before she was two years old. Her original owners saw her as a token of bad luck, so they sold her for cheap, which put her in the hands of a very bad trainer. The abuse from this trainer left her terrified of the saddle. When he couldn't get her to be ridden, he sold her off to the military, who used her in cart pulling. She became deaf after a land mine exploded close by. When she could no longer hear her commands, she was sent to the slaughterhouse, for the first time. An abusive man bought her for breeding, but when she refused to cooperate he would punish her, and this left her blind in one eye, even though you could never tell. After a few years of that torture, he gave up on her unique color and sent her back to where she came from, which is where you saw her. You could see the pain in her eyes, and you couldn't resist giving her a shot at the life she always deserved, but never received."
Owner: X
Show Name: Apple of my Eye
Barn Name: Braeburn
Gender: Mare, Nonbreeding
Post: N/A
Task One: Finding Trust
I watched her creamy coat nervously pace around the pasture as I stood at the fence gate with an apple in hand and another places right next to me on the fence. I had gotten the tip from the auction house that her favorite treat was the apple; so I stood. And I waited. There was hay in the pasture, and plenty of grass, but I held back a hopeful smile as I saw the mare pace back and forth, looking at the apple, then at me, before turning around and thinking about it for a few steps, and repeating the process. Her broken heart was large- she wanted to trust me, and wanted that apple. She bent her head down and nibbled at the grass, trying to distract herself, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted that apple. The mare snorted, and slowly made her way closer, inching her way toward the apple. I turned my head away and she grabbed it before bolting away to the other side of the small pasture. I giggled to myself as I turned to watch her eat it, before holding out another. The look in the mare’s eyes were priceless as she started pacing again, debating if the one was good enough. I looked at the apple and my head clicked; it was then I decided to call her Braeburn.
Task Two: Medical Care
It had taken over a month of daily interaction before the mare would finally take the apple from my hand without spooking away afterwards. It took yet another month for her to get used to me enough so that I could groom her and put a halter on her head without any random bolting. It’s really all thanks to the apples; she’s starting to get a little chubby! When I was grooming her the other day, I noticed her hoof was cracked, and she was favoring said leg. I called in the vet for a quick look, and Braeburn wouldn’t let him get close at first, so he spent over an hour trying to get close. When he was finally able to get a good look at the mare; teeth, feet, feces, the works; he said she was perfectly fine, which honestly surprised me considering where she came from; hooves could use a trimming, but the crack was more than likely from a rock, and her foot was just a tad bit inflamed from when it happened. He gave me some anti-inflammatories and a gel to try and put on the crack to ease the swelling, and that the crack would grow itself out soon enough. Braeburn sniffed my pockets for apples as I sighed with relief.
Task Three: General Rehabilitation
Day xx;
The day I tried coming into the pasture without an apple wasn’t a very good day. Braeburn had come to expect the apple as a peace offering, and without it she expected me to turn into every other human she had encountered throughout her life. She ran around in protest for a few minutes, before stopping as far away from me as she could. So I sat down. She shook her head in confusion as I showed no interest in pursuing her, and in her curiosity, she came to me. She tried nipping at the hood of my coat, and when my shooing hand didn’t hurt her, she ended up nuzzling my arm until I pet her. She sure is cute.
Day xx,
It took the better part of three months, but now apples are just a treat, instead of a meal. Braeburn still sniffs my pockets and makes me show her my hands to prove it, but she doesn’t get an attitude when I don’t have one anymore. She will let me walk up to her and pet her, and will even let her guard down and munch on some grass at the same time now. Before now, she would always be watching me and feeling my every move. She’s beginning to trust me.
Day xx,
Braeburn’s finally quit looking for apples. She just accepts that the daily routine includes me with it. I had the farrier come out today. I had to stand at her head and massage her ears to get her calm enough for the man to trim her feet, but she made it though. She got an apple afterward and forgot it had ever happened.
Day xx,
I got Braeburn a pasture pal. When the trailer came up she trembled with fear. For a moment I thought I saw the trust slipping away, but when she ran to me for comfort after I put it away I smiled. She didn’t want to follow me to come see the new horse, but after she saw me petting the new mare she got jealous and came over to say hi. Her nerves calmed down the second she realized it wasn’t a stallion, given her bad history as a breeding mare. They got along well, and when I'm not around she doesn't leave this mare's side.
The halter will be added only after you complete your tasks, and then it is officially yours. Have Fun and Good luck!
For ~Trompy
Background: "If her scars could tell their stories, you would cry. We know a lot, but there are grey areas and scars we still don't know the tales of. Her life started out rough when her mother rejected her at birth, and only got worse when her foster mare died from heart failure before she was two years old. Her original owners saw her as a token of bad luck, so they sold her for cheap, which put her in the hands of a very bad trainer. The abuse from this trainer left her terrified of the saddle. When he couldn't get her to be ridden, he sold her off to the military, who used her in cart pulling. She became deaf after a land mine exploded close by. When she could no longer hear her commands, she was sent to the slaughterhouse, for the first time. An abusive man bought her for breeding, but when she refused to cooperate he would punish her, and this left her blind in one eye, even though you could never tell. After a few years of that torture, he gave up on her unique color and sent her back to where she came from, which is where you saw her. You could see the pain in her eyes, and you couldn't resist giving her a shot at the life she always deserved, but never received."
Owner: X
Show Name: Apple of my Eye
Barn Name: Braeburn
Gender: Mare, Nonbreeding
Post: N/A
Task One: Finding Trust
I watched her creamy coat nervously pace around the pasture as I stood at the fence gate with an apple in hand and another places right next to me on the fence. I had gotten the tip from the auction house that her favorite treat was the apple; so I stood. And I waited. There was hay in the pasture, and plenty of grass, but I held back a hopeful smile as I saw the mare pace back and forth, looking at the apple, then at me, before turning around and thinking about it for a few steps, and repeating the process. Her broken heart was large- she wanted to trust me, and wanted that apple. She bent her head down and nibbled at the grass, trying to distract herself, but it wasn’t enough. She wanted that apple. The mare snorted, and slowly made her way closer, inching her way toward the apple. I turned my head away and she grabbed it before bolting away to the other side of the small pasture. I giggled to myself as I turned to watch her eat it, before holding out another. The look in the mare’s eyes were priceless as she started pacing again, debating if the one was good enough. I looked at the apple and my head clicked; it was then I decided to call her Braeburn.
Task Two: Medical Care
It had taken over a month of daily interaction before the mare would finally take the apple from my hand without spooking away afterwards. It took yet another month for her to get used to me enough so that I could groom her and put a halter on her head without any random bolting. It’s really all thanks to the apples; she’s starting to get a little chubby! When I was grooming her the other day, I noticed her hoof was cracked, and she was favoring said leg. I called in the vet for a quick look, and Braeburn wouldn’t let him get close at first, so he spent over an hour trying to get close. When he was finally able to get a good look at the mare; teeth, feet, feces, the works; he said she was perfectly fine, which honestly surprised me considering where she came from; hooves could use a trimming, but the crack was more than likely from a rock, and her foot was just a tad bit inflamed from when it happened. He gave me some anti-inflammatories and a gel to try and put on the crack to ease the swelling, and that the crack would grow itself out soon enough. Braeburn sniffed my pockets for apples as I sighed with relief.
Task Three: General Rehabilitation
Day xx;
The day I tried coming into the pasture without an apple wasn’t a very good day. Braeburn had come to expect the apple as a peace offering, and without it she expected me to turn into every other human she had encountered throughout her life. She ran around in protest for a few minutes, before stopping as far away from me as she could. So I sat down. She shook her head in confusion as I showed no interest in pursuing her, and in her curiosity, she came to me. She tried nipping at the hood of my coat, and when my shooing hand didn’t hurt her, she ended up nuzzling my arm until I pet her. She sure is cute.
Day xx,
It took the better part of three months, but now apples are just a treat, instead of a meal. Braeburn still sniffs my pockets and makes me show her my hands to prove it, but she doesn’t get an attitude when I don’t have one anymore. She will let me walk up to her and pet her, and will even let her guard down and munch on some grass at the same time now. Before now, she would always be watching me and feeling my every move. She’s beginning to trust me.
Day xx,
Braeburn’s finally quit looking for apples. She just accepts that the daily routine includes me with it. I had the farrier come out today. I had to stand at her head and massage her ears to get her calm enough for the man to trim her feet, but she made it though. She got an apple afterward and forgot it had ever happened.
Day xx,
I got Braeburn a pasture pal. When the trailer came up she trembled with fear. For a moment I thought I saw the trust slipping away, but when she ran to me for comfort after I put it away I smiled. She didn’t want to follow me to come see the new horse, but after she saw me petting the new mare she got jealous and came over to say hi. Her nerves calmed down the second she realized it wasn’t a stallion, given her bad history as a breeding mare. They got along well, and when I'm not around she doesn't leave this mare's side.
The halter will be added only after you complete your tasks, and then it is officially yours. Have Fun and Good luck!
