[gr3ystones]

Welcome to the Fallen Oaks Farm event!
It is here that an illegal Euphorian Thoroughbred breeding operation was shut down by local authorities. All of the mares, stallions, and of age foals are in need of homes. There will also be some mares that still have their foals that need to be taken care of. Euphorian lovers from all over have come together to get homes for all of the animals. They've brought giant trailers and are ready and waiting to bring home a bunch of new faces. But before adopting, they must visit the trailer parking site.

Owner: ♔Voltaire♔
Show Name: First Impressions
Barn Name: Monet
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6 years
Height: 16.2hh
Eye Color: light watermelon
Phenotype: Black tobiano
Genotype: EE/aa/Toto
Discipline: Showmanship in Equestrians with Disabilities
Halter: Champagne w/silver hardware
Edits:
- long tail
- perked ears
Breeding Info:
- homozygous extension

[-Unbridled-]

Username: -Unbridled-
Show Name: Second Chances
Barn Name: Chance
Age: (when fully grown) 5 years
Discipline: Helps with search and rescue events.
Halter: Turquoise
Reaction to Being Rescued: Through all the chaos at the crime scene, one foal caught my attention. A couple of yards away from me stood a dark foal. Looking closely at him, you could notice a limp in his walk. He was lame. I walk over to the foal. Unlike the other horses, he doesn't flinch away from me. He just stands there, and is even curious enough to reach out and sniff my hand. I gently stroke his face. He happily whinnies. I look around for his dam, but she is nowhere in sight. I think to myself he is probably one of the unlucky foals who lost his mother to starvation. I decide to give him a loving home, and take him to my equestrian center.
Link to Trailer Park Entry: Trailer park entry.

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Username: .River.
Show Name: Darkened Night
Barn Name: Ringo
Age: 2 and a half
Discipline: Cross Country
Halter: Same Color as his eyes
Reaction to Being Rescued: After talking with a few people in charge of the horse adoptions, I was led to a small scrawny colt to rescue. He seemed, oddly calm compared to the rest. The moment I laid eyes on him, I loved him. He was small, but had that determined look in his eyes. I decide to make the attempt to lead him to my trailer. I started with trying to build a little trust between him and I. Reaching out to pat his snout, and he seemed to like the affection. After patting him a few times, he seemed very relaxed. When I removed my hand and prepared to lead him to my trailer, he did a little happy dance! I was delighted, this little guy seemed excited to receive a bit of love ! I knew likely the rest of the horses would be more anxious, but this little guy knew he'd be just fine. I took his lead in my hands and we walked to my trailer. Before leading him inside, I tied him to a little post and got a brush and some water. I rinsed him until there was not a speck of dirt on the little guy. He shined in the sun, what a beautiful horse he was! I then brushed him and brushed him, this guy needed to feel good. Once that was done, I cleaned out his hooves and led him into the trailer. Then he was given some grass to munch on and water to drink. Looking into his eyes, he seemed so calm and just knew that life would be so much better for him. (271)
Link to Trailer Park Entry: Boop

[BadgerBuddies]

Username: BadgerBuddies
Show Name: BBR Black Tie Affair
Barn Name: Tux
Age: 2 years old
Discipline: Trail
Halter: blue
Reaction to Being Rescued:
It was clear to see that this foal had been trapped inside of a stall for the entirety of his short life. I don’t think he had ever interacted with another horse other than his mother, and now he had been ripped away from her too. He was scared and alone, in need of comfort, of a friend. It was in that instant I was glad I had hauled Godiva in the trailer with me. This little foal needed an older, more confident horse to help him get through this. As he loaded onto the trailer, he echoed a panicked cry out, but Godiva gently nickered back to him. She leaned her head down beside him, and the two touched noses. It appeared as though the foal was relatively soothed.

After the quick ride home on the trailer, it was assumed the best course of action to take would be to allow the foal and Godiva some time together in a large round pen. This way, the foal would have the opportunity to calm down before coming in for the night into his own stall. The foal was unloaded from the trailer first, and immediately bolted, running laps around the round pen. This was his first time outside, in a space large enough for him to stretch his legs and really get to use them. It didn’t seem like he was panicked, more so that he was having fun, being a normal foal.

Godiva was then unloaded, and she calmly walked into the center of the round pen, silently watching the youngster run circles around her. As he began to tire, he trotted up the the older chocolate mare. He nuzzled up into her neck and chest and stood by her side. He was happy to have a companion once again. The foal gave a big yawn, and his eyes began to droop. As quickly as he was bounding around the round pen, he was now falling asleep, tucked tightly into the side of Godiva. She nickered to him softly once again, reaching her head out towards him to groom and lick him as he peacefully snoozed. For a foal who had started the day panicked and afraid, this was as perfect of an ending as it could be.

Link to Trailer Park Entry: x

[♔Voltaire♔]

Username: ♔Voltaire♔
Show Name: First Impressions
Barn Name: Monet
Age: 6 years (when fully grown)
Discipline: Showmanship in Equestrians with Disabilities.
Halter: Champagne (#F7E7CE)
Reaction to Being Rescued:
I was led to a smaller group of foals, watching as most of them frantically tore at the grass with whatever energy they had left. It was a feeding frenzy, the small creatures jumping slightly as I walked past. I stood a few feet away from a young foal laying in the grass, not too keen on feasting like the others. He was frail and didn't seem to be breathing if you were too far away.

Looking up from the foal, my brother comes into vision, stepping around caution tape and pushing past chatty rescuers. He moves to stand beside me, his eyes drifting to the small foal. He looked back up at me after a while, a look that I knew all too well, and I motioned him to where a rescuer was standing. His eyes lit up, and he headed straight for the smaller woman. I watched their exchange until he looked back at me and grinned, and I couldn't help but smile.


I slowly moved so I was in the small foal's line of vision. Slowly crouching down and moving toward him at a steady pace. He seemed to not even notice me, and it quite worried me. Was he...? Once I was a few steps away from him, his eyes opened, head quickly snapping in my direction, ears attentive and eyes wide with curiosity. He was surely more gentle than the other foals surrounding him, and he watched as I moved to slowly sit beside him.

Reaching out slowly, I present the back of my hand to him, and hesitantly he sniffs it, lethargically retracting after he was finished. I move to sit cross-legged next to him, daring to run my fingers through his ratty mane and down his neck. I repeated the process over and over, both of us watching the frenzy of people and horses around us. It was if he had found peace in this chaos, and with no warning, his head gently fell into my lap, his eyes slowly closing and his breath falling into a steady rhythm. My heart soared, and I released a breath I never knew I was holding; and as he slept, I let myself catch my breath over the sound of sirens and flashing lights.
Link to Trailer Park Entry:Here!

[LivingLethal]

Username: LivingLethal
Show Name: Easy as the Breeze
Barn Name: Bellamy
Age: 4
Discipline: Ranch horse
Halter: Matching eye color! Or your choice if that doesn’t look good.
Link to Trailer Park Entry: Here
Reaction to Being Rescued:

“Are you awake sweetheart...”

“Wake up little one...”

“Wake up darling...”

His eyes fluttered open, a hint of sleep still lingering in his lazy eyelids. Bellamy didn’t necessarily know where he was, or if he had moved at all; it wasn’t something he spent much time pondering though. As soon as the voice teetered off, so did his consciousness. Back to sleep he went, taken by the call of the tired.

“Oh, honey, did you go back to sleep?”

A touch and the following twitch on his shoulder caused his eyes to flicker back open again. It seemed that a woman of some sort was standing in front of him... metal bars... horses. He didn’t see anything out of the norm. At least, not before he got to shutting his eyes again.

“Hey, don’t go back to sleep on me again! Wake up, lazy little colt.”

The woman ruffled his forelock in an attempt to wake him, but it was no use. He had nothing to worry about. Why would he bother getting up when he still has a nap or two to catch up on?

“Maybe you’re injured... you’re small enough to just carry, aren’t you...”

Suddenly, he felt arms scoop him up from beneath. Alas, this disturbance finally caused him to prick his eyes fully open. Now firmly encased within this woman’s arms, she began to transport him to wherever she wanted to go. He sure didn’t know where that was.

But... he was mighty comfortable.

As she kept walking to her destination, he came to a realization. It wasn’t so bad, cuddled up in a human’s arms... Maybe... he’d go back... to sle—


zzzzzz...

[cujo.]

Username: cujo.
Show Name: solK eye of the storm
Barn Name: cyclone // cy
Age: two years
Discipline: cross country
Halter: surprise <3
Reaction to Being Rescued:


fox left the mare they'd taken off the cop when they'd arrived to the makeshift mare paddock, handing her a little reluctantly off to another waiting volunteer. it wasn't unusual, for fox at-least, to get a bit attached to the first animal they encountered when on a rescue, but there was many, many more horses in need of help, and the mare was in safe hands. fox made a note to put in for her when the fostering and adoptions were being sorted out.

turning on their heel out of the mare paddock, fox made their way to where the foals had been gathered for vet checks. they'd barely stopped to catch their bearings when they were called to help hold a foal for one of the vets to hold. letting their way carefully into the paddock, fox picked their way around the other vets checking over foals to the familiar curly haired brunette who's face was a mixture of purpose, tiredness and troubled. "hey, fox," dana greeted, taking a moment now to put the loose strands of hair back into her pony-tail before handing them a halter and lead rope. "we've got a lot of young ones here to get through. can you go grab one and i'll get myself set up?"

and so fox found themself looking over the nervous foals who had been gathered so far. they were packed close together, caked in mud, heads high and eyes white, many calling out for their dams. even after growing up in the harsh and often heartbreaking world that came with rescue and rehabilitation, the sound never failed to make fox's heart ache, and especially now, with so, so many.

they were rather surprised when one particularly small foal walked over to the gate, surprisingly calm and alert despite the underlying anxiety at the chaotic situation , as they trotted over curiously. he was thin, eye-wincingly so, and like every other horse fox had seen so muddy they couldn't make out the colour of his coat beneath it all. fox crouched down, angling their body and resting their hand on one of the creaky wooden poles and letting the foal come closer. his ears were still forward as he took a curious sniff at them. fox brought up the halter dana had passed them and began to slip it slowly, slowly over the little colt's face. still the foal didn't bolt, watching what they were doing curiously.

even during some awkward one-handed gate opening that sent some of the relatively braver foals reeling, the colt remained calm and curious, and was happy to follow the small amount pressure fox applied to the lead rope out of the pen, nosing at their coat trails as they shut the gate after him and trotting happily along beside them as they lead him towards dana. she gave him a surprised look. compared to many of the other foals, even with the nervousness brimming under the surface, he was positively tranquil. as dana checked him over, he continued to nose about fox's person: taking to trying to stick his nose into their pockets.

"hey, fox," a fellow volunteer whom fox had worked alongside before approached them mindfully. "they're looking for some more help with some of the stallions, we're short of some experienced hands in that department." fox rolled their shoulders and stood, but was stopped from moving as the little colt let out a sharp cry when they went to take a step away. reaching out to soothe him, they turned to their fellow volunteer and rattled off a list of other stallion experienced volunteers around. it appeared they'd been chosen, and they weren't going to let him suffer any more than he already had.
Link to Trailer Park Entry: here

[gr3ystones]

thank you all for your entries,
the winner of this colt is ♔Voltaire♔- congrats^
he will be transferred onto adult lines on September 1st~