[ExVenor]

Welcome to the Euphorian Retired Racehorse Project
Euphorian Thoroughbreds are a rare string of the Thoroughbred breed. They come from a single farm simply called “Euphoria” that has horses with mutated genes. These allow them to be able to possess any realistic coat or markings. Everything else about the sub-type is the same. Long, strong legs, a powerful hind, and great speed. Their eyes are soft and the breed is incredibly smart, if not a bit goofy. They love kids and have the rare ability to excel in any discipline. They can grow from 15hh-18hh, though usually somewhere in the middle.
The horses readopted through the Euphorian Retired Racehorse Project are looking for a new loving home and a new job. They’ve tried racing and have either retired or decided the sport wasn’t for them. Either way, they are ready for the next chapter in their life. Some of these horses will come with a little training already, and will have their new discipline already determined. Although others you’ll get to pick how they move forwards!

Owner: certified
Show Name: Double O' Seven
Barn Name: Bond
Gender: Stallion
Age: 8 years
Height: 17.2hh
Eye Color: Amber
Phenotype: Silver Wild Bay Rabicano
Genotype: Ee A+a ZZ Rbrb
Mane Type: Braided
Discipline: Reigning
Halter: Champagne w/Tin
Breeding Info: He is dominant for silver [ZZ] will always produce silver or silver carrier foals.
Is singlings with #227, keep this in mind when choosing breeding partners!
Edit List: Trimmed tail, wide eyes, pinned ears

Write or draw about why he looks nervous!
200-word minimum OR coloured half-body

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[b]Gender:[/b] Stallion
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September 26th!

[certified]

Username;; certified
Show Name: Double O' Seven
Barn Name: Bond
Gender: Stallion
Age: 8
Height: 17.2hh
Halter: surprise me
Discipline: reigning
Competition:
Bond was not easily spooked. But children were nerve wracking. It was like they couldn't grasp the concept of "gentle" and "Don't suddenly run up behind a horse." Or "Please speak softly when talking to the horses, as they don't take kindly to yelling," as some of the horses had come from Fallen Oaks, and everyone knew that what happened there, and the horses that came out of there had scars for life.
But children came to White Orchard on occasion, with their parents to come give treats and pet some of the more calm horses. Usually nobody bothered him, as he was separated from everyone who could tolerate children's grabby hands.
But there was a wild one who escaped unnoticed from the group of entertained people.
The tiny human got through the gates and came running for him, hands extended in the air.
Bonds eyes widened in terror, ears flattened against his head and his whole body frozen in horror as this terrifying thing came running at him with his tongue out and slobber creeping down this kids face.

The child had almost made it to Bond before someone noticed and yelled for the child, saving Bond from having to figure out how to react. once the child had turned away, Bond ran for the treeline near the border of the pasture, out of any childs reach.

He let out a sigh of relief, he was safe.

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Username;; watercliff
Show Name: Sheepish Singer
Barn Name: Silver
Gender: Stallion
Age: Nineteen
Height: 17hh
Halter: Silver<3
Discipline: Therapy Horse
Competition: The old stallion was brave in his younger days, racing until the age of five then retiring to a show jumping home before being returned to the rescue with an injury. Now anxious from being abandoned again, and still recovering, he met Francesca.
The young woman was kind, humming to herself as she worked; she had only come to volunteer to help with barn chores, and little did she know she'd fall in love with the old horse. She watched, he seemed almost like he was deep in thought, ignoring her as she mucked out his stall. Through his head was his time in racing, he loved to run, he assumed he still would if he was able to. Loved the wind and the chase of the other horses, all trying their best. Then his mind galloped to his second home, his handler rough and uncaring for him like he was only an accessory in their career; using harsh tools and using other ones improperly. He had fallen going over a jump that was too high, and then damaged his front legs. He was lucky the rescue had taken him in.

He snapped out of his thoughts with a flinch, flinging his head in the cross-ties as Francesca banged his water dish on accident. She felt curious about him, and decided to ask about the stallion on her way out. Silver had fallen back into thought, stretching out as he imagined running again. But each good thought was clouded by his injury, memories of a place that hadn't been safe or kind. He was almost terrified of people, wouldn't accept his first handler's hand when she had come to visit; sad after hearing about him returning to the large shelter. She would have taken him again if she could.

A few days had passed, and Francesca returned. Beside her was a good friend, Luke, who was bound to a wheelchair due to having lost his legs. Luke seemed perplexed by the gorgeous stallion, the way Silver was calmer around him than Francesca. They had spent a while together before Luke was granted permission to try to ride him.
Luke grinned at Francesca, who walked beside him after her and some of the other volunteers helped Luke into the saddle and got him comfortable. Silver's legs, thankfully, were healed enough that he was given outside time that helped him heal more; he felt confident again with Luke on his back, and could feel the rider felt the same.

Francesca brought Silver home, determined to help the old horse heal, and to give Luke a reason to be truly happy and come over more.

It had been some time, Silver healed as much as he'd ever be with a young girl on his back; he had Francesca give him a little talk as she groomed him beforehand, and Silver could recall hearing her say to be extra nice since the girl had a lot going on. He flicked an ear back as the girl made a small noise, stopping his walk and looking back to her, nickering softly to her. Frannie had come over, talking to the girl reassuringly while asking Silver to preform a piaffe. He wasn't the best at it, often forgetting which leg he had to pick up and set down, doing some funky dance before getting it right, snorting as he was asked to stop. He wanted to help people who themselves were hurt, mainly working as more of a service horse than a riding horse; and he knew each day that he did a good job, watching his friend's leave, all smiling brightly from the activities they'd do.

Silver was still a nervous horse, spooking at cars and sometimes even his own tail that flicked him in a previously bruised or cut place, though he was healing, just as his riders were. He was happier.

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Mork!

[Lush]

Username;; HowlToTheWind
Show Name: MLS Ravagingly Razor Sharp
Barn Name: Revv
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5 years
Height: 15.6hh
Halter: Forest green
Discipline: Barrel racing
Competition: wip!!

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Username;; SpartanAmethyst
Show Name: ARR
Barn Name:
Gender: Stallion
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[JerseyDusk]

Username;; JerseyDusk
Show Name: Good Lookin' Guy
Barn Name: James
Gender: Stallion
Age: 7 years
Height: 17.2 hh
Halter: champagne
Discipline: English Pleasure
Competition:
The day that James arrived at River Valley Equestrian was not a good one. It seemed that everything that could have gone wrong that day, did go wrong that day; and the staff were disheveled when a large trailer pulled up and the wild bay stallion walked off the trailer. A young girl grabbed the lead rope that extended from his halter and pulled him toward the barn, and there was an ironic smirk on her face. "Hope you aren't a superstitious one, boy...Because today everything is going wrong," she said as they walked past two long stable blocks. James pinned his ears back upon hearing those words, because unfortunately, he wasn't superstitious but he was "a little stitious". The pair continued into a stable block and the girl started to talk again, "Ya know boy, if I was superstitious I'd start to think that all these things going wrong would me that you coming here was a bad omen."

James responded by flattening his ears farther and snorting, did this girl want him to sleep the rest of the week or not? Because the way she was talking about superstitions, and saying he was a bad omen was going to have him looking over his shoulder for days. To make matters worse, just as they started to slow to turn into his new stall; a black cat jutted out across their path. James snorted again, and this time completely stopped, not because he was spooked at the movement but instead because he couldn't believe what he just saw. The girl next to him let out a jingle of a laugh, "Wow, that sure was ironic!", while she pulled him into the stall. Before James could even turn around the girl was outside the stall and latching the bolt. "Well boy, here you are...welcome to River Valley! Hopefully the rest of your stay isn't as spooky," she said before she walked away. The stallion put his head over the door and glanced around nervously, hoping and praying that that was true.

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[ExVenor]

Okay, so I was stuck between two forms and decided to read the names and see if that would sway me for a tie-breaker.
Instead, I've decided to do an RU because they matched up perfectly and it tickles me freaking pink. xD

certified has won this boy with JerseyDusk getting an RU!

So Double O' Seven / Bond is gonna have an equally nervous Good Lookin' Guy / James for a brother.
[they're also both 17.2hh?? I love it]

Thank you everyone for entering! <33