RazzBerry wrote:Clovenburg ID: #1000024
Owner: RazzBerry
Name: Leonie
Age: 4 years
Do you wish to Geld/Sterilize? No
Personality: Leonie is an assertive horse who does have a shy side to her. Although she's not afraid to take the reins and take control, she often becomes slightly insecure when she's around other horses, no matter the breed. She manages to find a flaw in her and subconsciously compares herself to everyone she meets, it's a bad habit and one that is tough to break. Leonie is also a very compassionate horse with a golden heart. She never likes to see someone in trouble or upset and will often step up and offer to help or to just be someone to talk to.
Job: Police
Extra:
Being introduced to the new home
Dempsey maneuvered her way towards the stall that held her newest companion, Leonie, with ease and was greeted with a gentle nicker upon arriving. "Morning beautiful" she smiled as her stroked the mare's forehead, opening the stall door and curling her fingers around the cheekstrap of the blue halter. Leading the mare out into the aisle her ears perked up at the change of scenery. "Today you'll get to see your new home" Dempsey told Leonie as she led her out of the barn. The mare had already become familiar with the barn yesterday when she had been brought into her stall but she was familiar with the rest of the property. The first place Dempsey took her was towards the pastures and paddocks. The rolling green clusters of spacious grazing grounds surely peaked Leonie's interest as her ears shot forward and she tugged forward a little. Dempsey chuckled but held her in place. "You'll get to go there soon. You just have to see the rest of your home" and with that said, she led the silver clovenburg over towards the riding arenas and round pen. "Now that is where you'll be ridden. Either indoors or outdoors" she led her towards the indoor riding facility which was its separate building and let her hang her head over the metal gate to get a view of the inside.
Leading Leonie towards the farmhouse only took a few minutes but when they reached it she led her upon to the steps, stroking the mare's silky neck. "This is where I live. It's almost like where you live only for humans" she explained letting her stand there for a couple minutes before leading her away again They only had one more stop and that was to the wash stalls. She had been informed that Leonie was scared of water hoses since they resembled snakes, so early that morning she had been sure to put them away where she wouldn't be able to see them. The pair entered the barn again, maneuvering down the aisle and taking a right to where the four wash stalls were located. "Now this is where you'll get your much needed bath when it's time" Dempsey walked forward towards the hidden hose and led Leonie behind her. Taking the hose in her hand she turned around to face the mare whose eyes zeroed in on the hose and rolled back, her ears pinning and she jumped away. "Easy girl easy" Dempsey soothed after dropping the hose on the ground. She backed Leonie up a few paces and held her while she directed her vision towards the hose. "It can't hurt you girl. Watch" Dempsey moved towards the hose, brining the mare with her again but stopping her short of reaching it. Stretching out she grabbed the hose, holding it in her hand and touching it to her cheek, her arms, anywhere on her body that Leonie could see. The mare's breathing had steadied but there was still fear evident in her eyes. Seeing this, Dempsey turned the hose on and squeezed the handle lightly, trickles of water coming out of the holes. Spraying the water gently on her hand and her boots she turned to Leonie and released the handle, ceasing the flow of water. Holding it up for her to see, Dempsey held on tightly to the halter as she brought it closer, touching the hard nozzle to her muzzle. Surprisingly the mare didn't buck or jumpy away or even flinch. "Good girl Leonie! Good girl!" the brown haired girl praised giving her velvety muzzle a kiss. Leaning away from Leonie's body she kept her eyes on hers as she pressed the hose to her neck and slowly ran it down to her shoulder and withers, then her legs and knees, then back up to her barrel and croup, covering her whole body to assure it that it was no harm. Moving back in front of her she gave the mare a gentle smile before putting the hose away. "See that wasn't so bad" she kissed Leonie's forehead as she led her back to her stall.
Miafrainkie wrote:Clovenburg ID:#1000027
Owner: Miafrainkie
Name: Archipelago (Archy)
Age: 7 Years
Do you wish to Geld/Sterilize? No thank you! ^-^
Personality: Archipelago is a very calm and loyal stallion. But despite his calm demeanor, he is a very stubborn horse. He refuses to do anything he doesn't wish to do, and almost no one can stop him. Archipelago has been sold off twice, for many reasons, the biggest problems though we're his stubbornness and his fiestiness. He has been known to bite and kick when handled to roughly. Which is why he could not train to become a Police horse, Firefighter horse or a Show horse. Archipelago is very hard for other horses to get along with or approach at first, but once they get to know him, he is reliable, kind and will do anything to keep the ones he loves and cares about safe. Even though he is very stubborn, feisty, loyal and protective, he still loves to have fun and wants to live life to the fullest! He just needs to find the right horses and human(s) to do that with!
His dream is to one day find his perfect mate, have foals (if possible) and find his perfect Master.
Job: Relaxed
Extra: The first of a few of Archipelago's favorite things are Apples, he absolutely adores apples, with their sweet savory taste and juiciness. Everything about them is perfect to him. The second thing is running through the pasture at top speed, for Archipelago there is nothing like feeling the wind whip through his mane as he flys around the pasture. The third thing is trail rides, Archipelago absolutely adores trail rides, although he has only been on one in his life, it was one of the most amazing thing he could ever have experienced, he loves looking at all the trees, all the delicious plants and pretty but pesky bugs. Being out on trails makes him feel so alive and free, it really beats being in the pasture, although that is lovely as well!
demonthief. wrote:Clovenburg ID: #1000028
Owner: demonthief.
Name: Alaricus
Age: five years old
Do you wish to Geld/Sterilize? no, thank you.
Personality: Alaricus is a very down to earth and affectionate stallion who cares very deeply about the those around him. Despite his sometime gruff demeanor, especially when he has just woken up, he feels a great deal of responsibility for people close to him, and he is not afraid get his hooves dirty to make sure that they are protected. Alaricus works well under pressure but his impulsive nature can cause him to make choices that put himself in more danger than necessary which of course worries his owner. Can get extremely focused on tasks and works hard to complete them with some element of perfection, either working alone or with others. It is very hard for this stallion to hate someone completely as while he hates to admit it, he wishes only to see the good in others but is sensible to know what is truly there and when to stop when there is nothing. But you must either be truly horrible or have hurt one of his friends for Alaricus to stop looking for the 'shine' as he likes to describe it. Alaricus has a few weak spots like most other horses. A deep love for anything sweet and little infants of any kind but can't stand the sound of continuous tapping, seeking out its source and stopping it before he bursts. ( His owner taps when concentrating and has had an long tail whip in their face more than once). He places personal loyalty and friendship above everything else. He is a fearsome stallion that will stop at nothing to protect the ones he loves.
Job: Will be trained in firefighting
Extra: A quirk that this gorgeous stallion has is that he possesses a fantastic memory, recalling detailed events from foal hood as if it happened yesterday. The smell of the moist air as a storm rumbled through his pasture, his mother close to his side as his bright, steely purple eyes looked up at the dark sky with wonder. Even playing with his first friend, a white German shepherd by the name of Sax who would race to his field in the afternoons to play with his friend even when his muscles were screaming with exhaustion after a long day of herding sheep and cattle. But the memory Alaricus wishes he could forget was the loss of his mother when he was still a young foal, only one year on this earth before his mother was taken from him. Like most Clovenburgs, she was an excitement jumper and was trained for sports unlike Alaricus' father who simply did relaxed work around the farm. She left Alaricus to go to a competition with the farmer's daughter, nibbling at the dark section of Alaricus' growing mane and telling him to play safe while she was away. That was the last thing she said to him. No one really told him what happened and the usually down to earth foal was becoming frustrated by the minute as others avoiding telling, what they thought was still a fragile, young foal what happened. Sax took him aside and told him that his mother had taken a jump badly, breaking a bone in her leg. Some gossiped that it was sabotage due to it being a large competition or it was jealously for his mother's beautiful tobiano markings but Alaricus didn't care and wept all evening, locking himself away for the next week. When he looks back on that memory, his heart fills with sadness but Alaricus knows there is a bright side to every dark cloud as it meant he became closer to his father who helped shape Alaricus to the stallion he is today.
Yukidoerr wrote:Clovenburg ID: 1000023
Owner: Yukidoerr
Name: Cookie dough
Age: 7
Do you wish to Geld/Sterilize? nope.
Personality: childish in nature Cookiedough is accepting and loving of all life in the world around her.
She looks up to Midnight like a big sister and will listen to her. Cookiedough would rather run through the Forrest than live with a job, for many she has failed training for not having any perseverance. Because of her love of living creatures, Cookiedough is brought around to schools and events to teach children and parents alike about Clovenburgs. However, most of her time she is just a pasture mate.
Job: relaxed work.
Extra:
The trailer clanged as wit went over the bump. I was on my way to Nature days in the heart of the city, where I am to demonstrations my strength and friendliness to the people. Though I like humans, they're some of the most discusting things in the world. The smell of gasoline burns my nose, making me snort.
The thought of the city originally being a forest angers me. The only perk of being in this iron maze is being able to see the children. I love to see their faces when they see me through a large crowd. The sight of joy in their eyes makes this trip worth it every time. But when they get to pet me is the best. Every little hand slowly petting my short fur. Feeling each emotion as if it were my own, the joy and happiness, is just amazing.
A car horn blares me out of my daydream. I look behind me and see a red car and a man angrily holding his arms in the air. I wished to kick him for the sound echoed in the trailer, louder with every honk. I flicked my tail in annoyance, bringing the fur on the end just above the trailer door.
The honking stopped as the man inside fumbled to get his phone for a picture. Great. I like attention but not through social media. I wish Midnight was here.
She always made the driving part much better. However she hated the attention from the kids, for she was bonded to master very well, so bringing her was a rarity. Maybe Midnight would be working out here in the city. This was a frequent spot she patrolled. It would be cool to see her here. I was with the masters husband, so she might be.
We start moving again and I start to hear cheers and kids screaming of happiness. We were here. Yay!! I can't wait to see the children this day could not get better!
The truck turned off and then a door slammed. I stomped excitingly around the trailer making the bows bounce with every step. I took a look though the window to my left to see a big Ferris wheel shining In front of the big red sun.
Oh ya. Today was gonna be a great day.
congrats to you all!
Number 25 is still open! I'll judge after theres at least 3 forms.