[j. bourne]

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. Welcome to Fallen Oaks Farm!

Username: Half Tree
Show Name: Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
Barn Name: Dunlop
Gender: Colt/Stallion
Age: 6 years
Height: 17.3hh
Eye Color: Brown
Phenotype: Silver Faded Black & Flaxen Liver Chestnut Chimeric
Genotype: EE/aa/ZZ & ee/aa/ff
Mane Type: Trimmed
Discipline: Dressage
Halter: Green with Silver Buckles
Breeding Info: Coat one is dominant for black [EE] and will always produce black-based foals.
Coat one is dominant for silver [ZZ] and will always produce silver foals.
Coat two is dominant recessive for flaxen [ff] and will always produce flaxen-carrier foals. Can produce flaxen foals when paired with another flaxen or flaxen-carrier [ff or Ff] ERRP.
Chimeric has a 5% chance of passing.
Edit List: N/A


Hm. This foal seems to have something interesting hiding under that thick layer of mud!

To win this colt, tell me about a quirk that he has! Maximum 300 words.

Code: Select all

[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Show Name:[/b]
[b]Barn Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b] Colt/Stallion
[b]Age:[/b] (when fully-grown)
[b]Height:[/b] (when fully-grown)
[b]Halter:[/b]
[b]Discipline:[/b]
[b]Link to Trailer Park Entry:[/b]
[b]Quirk:[/b]

Maximum 300 words. Ends September 1st.

[LivingLethal]

Username: LivingLethal
Show Name: Arsonist Ablaze
Barn Name: Arlo
Gender: Colt/Stallion
Age: 7
Height: 17hh
Halter: Some warm-toned color, not too bright please!
Discipline: Versatility ranch horse.
Link to Trailer Park Entry: Here
Quirk:

It was beneath the blazing sun that I stared into the paddocks filled with filthy, exhausted horses. Mares, horrified and packed to the brim, intermittently cried out for their lost foals. Stallions, in another pen, bit at each other’s flanks at every moment that they weren’t eyeing the amassing crowds of prospective buyers. Within the foal pen, fearful foals cowered alongside the most secluded area of the pens. It was truly a sorrowful sight.

On the opposite side of the foal pen from myself, a little interaction caught my eye. A woman stood staring at a napping colt, who happened to be leaning lazily on the metal bars of the paddock. She outstretched her hand ever-so-softly, and made the slightest move to pat the foal’s grime-encrusted coat—

The mere sensation of the touch electrified this fiery colt. In a split second, he went from snoozing angel to a wild, bucking bronco. The foal catapulted himself up and down, launching across the paddock in a one-man-stampede. Fervor laced his take-offs into the air, and as soon as he’d made his point, the colt settled, sauntered over to the other side of the pasture, and laid back down onto the fencing.

Wild little one. I’ll take him.

[ approx. 195 ]

[watercliff]

Username: watercliff
Show Name: Imagine That Masquerade
Barn Name: Auburn
Gender: Colt/Stallion
Age: 3
Height: 165cm
Halter: 494949 (if there could be a lil yellow star on it somewhere I would be super happy, though its okay if you cant :D)
Discipline: cross country riding
Link to Trailer Park Entry: Here :)
Quirk: The young colt had a habit of holding things, whether it be a rope, his halter, a (empty) bucket, if it fit he’d try. Hunter would always try to take the items from him, though eventually learned that he could teach him around this; instead of treats, when Auburn did something correctly he would be offered a short dogs leash, which he would take and proudly prance around before coming back to Hunter to start again. He had also learned to “lead himself”, holding his leadrope while walking beside whoever was there. Auburn could pick out his favourite lead from others, choosing the pink rope almost each time; Hunter would often try to trick him by showing two pink ropes, though Aubby quickly learned the difference between those, too.

[CheeseyChelsey]

Username: Allenula
Show Name: GOS A Stick In The Mud
Barn Name: Mud-ball
Gender: Colt/Stallion
Age: 5 (when fully-grown)
Height: 16 hh (when fully-grown)
Halter: Something like this!
Discipline: Show Jumping
Link to Trailer Park Entry: The Blue Ford Pickup Truck
Quirk:
Jack was to work with the foals, Allie went to work with the stallions and mares. Jack was almost done finding/helping the foals get homes. The last one was a muddy foal, with his tongue out, looking at him with hungry eyes. He looked at the colt, "Well aren't you just a handful." He chuckled. After working with this Mud-ball, he learned this young lad had a quirk about him, his tongue. Anytime you looked at him, he would pose and would stick out his tongue. It was cute, he'd do it when he would eat from the bottle, getting groomed, a bath, you name it, he had his tongue out. He was a weird, but cute colt. He also enjoyed mud...with his tongue out. He was always muddy after a bath, and smelly.
Words: 136

[DeadlyArcana]

Username: Alhena
Show Name: Total Karbon Copy
Barn Name: Karbon
Gender: Colt/Stallion
Age: (when fully-grown) 4 yo
Height: (when fully-grown) 17 hh
Halter: Similar color to his blanket
Discipline: Cross County
Link to Trailer Park Entry: ✩
Quirk:When Karbon first arrived at Atlantic Thoroughbreds, he would do this thing where he would refuse to walk forwards unless he was allowed to carry his lead rope in his mouth. If he couldn't the little colt wouldn't go anywhere with anyone, no matter how many treats were offered. No one really understood why Karbon wanted to walk himself but they realized it was useless to try and fight him about it so they would give him the lead rope and he would happily walk himself to the barn.
As Karbon grew older he started to realize he was able to not only walk himself, but other horses at ATB too. This would annoy a lot of the newer horses who were recently brought in but the older ones were used to it and allowed him to lead them around.
[144 words]

[BadgerBuddies]

Username: BadgerBuddies
Show Name: BBR Four Leaf Clover
Barn Name: Shamrock
Gender: Colt/Stallion
Age: 3 years old
Height: 15.3hh
Halter: Green
Discipline: Reining
Link to Trailer Park Entry: x
Quirk: Living your life confined to a cruddy, crumbling stall surely does no good for any animal. Not only did Shamrock grow quickly bored and restless, so did his mother. She had long ago developed the horrible habit of cribbing. After years spent locked in a stall with little to no interaction with humans or other horses, she was left to her own devices. Cribbing was her way of coping with her stress and something to do other than stand in her own filth.

Shamrock would watch his mother crib, and would attempt to crib as well. As a foal on the smaller side, he couldn’t reach up as high as his mom could in order to reach a piece of the wall he could latch on to with his little baby chompers. The colt had to think of another way to crib to pass the time.

One day, when Shamrock was licking up the last of the grain pellets his mother dropped on the floor, he realized something. He didn’t need a wall to crib on, he could use his own tongue. It sounded strange, but for him, it worked. He would stick out his tongue, gently bite down on it, and suck in a big gulp of air, just as his mother would do with the wood walls. It made a strange noise, which entertained Shamrock even further. The cruel humans who kept these horses in such squalid conditions thought this was annoying, and would often try to intimidate the foal to get him to stop, but he never did. Eventually, they dropped it, figuring it’s better than him ruining the stall walls like his mom. (277)

(This sounds v strange but I know a horse that did this and it was the strangest thing I’ve ever encountered 😂)

[Kosciusko]

﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍﹍

Username: Kosciusko
Show Name: Benign Basilisk
Barn Name: Basilie
Gender: Stallion
Age: 7
Height: 16.2
Halter: Dark walnut w/silver buckles.
Discipline: Jousting
Link to Trailer Park Entry: x
Quirk: Intense Daydreamer

The sun searing down upon us. Your coat glistening with sweat. It's blisteringly hot now, but your eyes remain fixated on our challenger. You're in a complete trance. Without any need of guidance, you lunge forward, your hooves permeating the earth with every hoofbeat. You do not falter when our lance snaps and splinters upon impact. Again, and again, you charge without hesitancy. You bow your head to the onlookers, standing proud as they fawn over you. Within that moment, I begin to reminisce. There you stood, in a barn full of misery, fear engulfing all...all but you. Other foals cowering at the mere sight of human life. Not you. You stood there, your mind asunder. Sirens began to blare, harsh lights breaking the gaze of many a foal. They shrill in unison as human's with torches clamber into their midst. I observe you...you're completely still, peering out of a small hole in the stall wall, where light is seeping in. Foals are taken one by on. Terrified of their handlers. You're the last one left. They hand me the lead rope, and usher me in. As I break your gaze, I feel you tense up under my hand, you begin to shiver and stumble as I walk you out of that nightmare, and into another. We approach the foal's holding pen, your eye's begin to dart around your confines. It isn't until you look beyond the steel that you set eyes on a small rabbit. You watch as it's nose twitches, and it's whiskers graze the grass. It tenderly combs it's ears. You relax once more, fixated on this small cotton tailed rabbit. I can tell you've escaped this place...through the eyes of another. Our reality sets back in. I smile, and place a gentle hand on his wither. - 300 words -


﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉﹉

[Kassypen]

Username: Kassypen
Show Name: Play that Song
Barn Name: Flicker
Gender: Colt/Stallion
Age: 2
Height: 17hh
Halter: Up to you! Though please add tiny little flecks on it somewhere
Discipline: cross country riding
Link to Trailer Park Entry: Here <3
Quirk: As I took a large bite of my turkey and cheese sandwich, I couldn’t help but notice a small movement in the corner of my eye. At first I just went back to my lunch, needing the break. All morning and all of yesterday had been full of finding homes for and cleaning up the poor animals that lumbered out of the Fallen Oak Farm barn.
Yet there it was again. A twitch. I was eating my sandwich on a hitching post with my back leaning against a tree. It wasn’t completely comfortable but there weren’t many open eating spots left. Over 400 volunteers and rescues had showed up to help after the horror of the farm went up on the local news. Articles had thousands of hits and #savethehorsesofFOF was trending on almost every social media. It was incredible.
After the moment happened one more time I finally left my meal to go check it out. I walked over to the foal paddock first, wanting to see if any of the babies were having bad dreams or something. There. Something had jumped. As I rounded the fence it happened again.
A dirty colt was jumping up and down. Each time he would lift off of the ground, his tiny little ears would flicker and flap back and forth. I grinned, never having seen anything like it. “Hello little one..” I cooed quietly. He turned, saw me, and did his little jump and ear flap, running over quickly. I reached my hand out, but the motion just sent him on a little jumping spree. He hopped in a little circle before sniffing my hand. I grinned and went over to retrieve one of the tiny halters, brought the colt out of the pen, and walked over to an adoption tent. {300 words}

[ExVenor]

Username: Half Tree
Show Name: Big Bad Voodoo Daddy
Barn Name: Dunlop
Gender: Colt/Stallion
Age: 6 years
Height: 17.3hh
Halter: surprise
Discipline: Dressage
Link to Trailer Park Entry: Tara ready for battle.
Quirk: Tara had agreed that she wouldn't bring any foals home only looking for mature animals that could be ridden once rehabbed. That worked well up until she heard an odd sound coming from where a number of foals were being kept. She couldn't even think up a word to describe it, even the dogs leashed to both hips snapped to attention and looked confused. She waited until the sound was repeated and followed it until she found him.

The little muddy foal was standing to one side watching the dogs warily with a metal feed bucket tilted in the mud at his hooves. She stopped and had the dogs sit and they watched each other for a while. When the little colt decided there was no threat he flicked his tail and went back to his game. Sticking his head in the bucket and snorting as loud as he could so it echoed in the metal. He then flung himself away at a sprint only to return moments later and square off with his bucket. He stomped his hooves and shook his mane in a challenge before putting his head back in to let out another blast.

Tara and the dogs watched dumbfounded as he repeated it, at one point he moved over to a shallow plastic feed tub to stick his nose in and try it but the acoustics must not have been pleasing enough because it didn't take him long to return to his bucket. She looked down at Oslo by her feet, "Phoenix wouldn't be too mad, right?". The tip of his tail wags as he makes a little grunt she takes as agreement. "We'll just let him name the goof and he'll be in love."
[290/300]

[ThePonyQueen]

Username: ThePonyQueen
Show Name: Sweet as Sugar
Barn Name: Reese
Gender: Colt/Stallion
Age: 4 years
Height: 17 hh
Halter: red/gold buckles
Discipline: driving
Link to Trailer Park Entry: here
Quirk:

Upon further inspection, it seemed the little colt was quite skinny, more so than the others rescued. His hip bones jutted out from underneath the muddy blanket, and his eyes were sunk deep into his small and fragile skull. Walking closer to the foal, I offered him a carrot from the bag in my pocket, which he promptly turned his nose up at. How unusual for one so clearly in need of nutrition to pass up such a treat! I spent a good while offering him a variety of foods -- apples, feed, hay, mints, anything I could get from the surrounding volunteers or that I had on hand.

Eventually, I remembered the bag of sugar cubes I has stashed in my trailer. Wearily, I got up and retrieved them, taking one out of the bag and reluctantly holding it out for him, at this point not really expecting a reaction. To my surprise, his eyes lit up and he greedily took cube after cube from my hand as I laughed in disbelief. Where in the world did this little guy get such a picky sweet tooth from?