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What are Dunwich Arabians?

Dunwich Arabians are similar to the common Arabian, however, they have a much more poised position and are much more lighter on their hooves when in competition. Their height ranges from 15-17 hands tall. Their leg bone structure is also much more thinner in comparison to the normal Arabian, with the circumference averaging to about 2 diameters thick. This rare species of Arabian can also be found in several different kinds of competitions. From Cross-country, to jousting and sometimes just for show. So what are you waiting for? Adopt one today!

Owner: ᴄʜᴇᴍɪᴄᴀʟ
Show Name: Running From My Savior
Barn Name: Frelsari ('savior')
Gender: Colt
Age: Three years
Height: 16.1 hh
Halter Colors:
- Tassels: Gold
- Pearls: Silver
- Base: Maroon
Harness Colors:
- Tassels: Gold
- Lining: Black
- Pearls: Silver
- Base: Maroon
Coat Color: Seal Brown
Genetics: EE/Ata
Breeding Notes:
Will always pass one dominant E gene
Growth: -


This little guy got was found on a trail ride, good thing he was brought here to find a new home! I wonder what had happened to him....

To get him tell me how he got those scars

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End Date:
11/20

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Owner: ᴄʜᴇᴍɪᴄᴀʟ
Show Name: Running From My Savior
Barn Name: Frelsari ('savior')
Gender: Colt
Age: Three years
Height: 16.1 hh
Halter Colors:
- Tassels: Gold
- Pearls: Silver
- Base: Maroon
Harness Colors:
- Tassels: Gold
- Lining: Black
- Pearls: Silver
- Base: Maroon
How he got the scars: When many look upon Frelsari and witness the jagged and brutal scars littering his body, they think perhaps he was in some mighty tournament; a fight for his life, a fight that would go on to become legend. The legend of the great Frelsari, defeater of evils. In reality, the origin of his stigmas is none so valiant. Frelsari was always skittish as a colt, wary of the world around him the troubles it contained. He clung close to his dam at all times, ears twitching this way and that, eyes darting around to observe any oncoming dangers. In an effort to break this stifling bond, Frelsari once found himself in a round pen all on his own, forced to man up and face things on his own for once. He spent hours in that pen, trotting anxious groves in the gravel below, until finally he had tired himself out and was permitted back in the stable; though with nerves frayed as they were the first sign of danger had him reeling. The loud clang of a trailer falling open somewhere behind him startled the young colt, and he jerked so quickly that his handler had but no time to react. He was off, sprinting for the cover of trees that may offer safe harbor, but Frelsari didn't account for the idea that the forest may not be so safe either. Tripping over himself and the underbrush in a blind panic, Frelsari took a tumble that saw him planted firmly in a thorn bush. It was sheer luck that he did not lose his eye in the accent; though the more he struggled to free himself the deeper said thorns became embedded in his hide. Eventually, exhausted, Frelsari gave up his struggle and slumped down, simply waiting. Finally he was found by a group out for a ride, untangled, and brought back for care.

[Merlin's Heir]

Owner: Merlin's Heir
Show Name: Lae Amárach Coilm (Irish; "Tomorrow's Scars")
Barn Name: Renegade
Gender: (Same gender as above)
Age: 1 year, 7 months
Height: 17hh
Halter Colors:
- Tassels: Gold
- Pearls: Deep sea green
- Base: Mahogany
Harness Colors: (Remove if mare)
- Tassels: Gold
- Lining: Gold
- Pearls: Deep sea green
- Base: Mahogany
How he got the scars:
___Renegade was always, as his name suggests, a bit of a, well, renegade ― something of a rebellious, wild troublemaker. While his antics rarely got him into real danger, and quite often got him into the adoring gazes of foolish young fillies, there was one incident that did leave a mark or two, as you can see.
___It was, unlike the weather of most stories of this type, a bright, sunny day. Renegade had once again escaped from his paddock like the Houdini he was so fond of being, and was cantering along the fenceline of the fillies' paddock, relishing in the attention his parade was gathering. Before long, he tired of the spotlight and trotted off springily to wander about until he happened upon some adventure.
___This time, it took a bit longer than usual to find it. Renegade took a path into the nearby forest, into the cool evening shade of the leafy canopies. He went down trails and around bends, passing tree after tree after tree, for a good half hour or so before he found what he was looking for. Then, as he trotted around a bend in the forest trail near the stables, the trees fell away and a wide, green clearing opened before him. Renegade slowed as it came into his view, gazing at the soft, lush grass and the great, blue sky. The grass was long, and the vivid color of the deep emerald. It was dotted with rich, crimson flowers, looking something akin to tiny rosebuds. A clear, whistling creek ran down through the center of the meadow, rushing with sweet symphony over the pebbled riverbed.
___Once he had taken in the wild beauty of it all, Renegade sprang into a skipping canter, frolicking through the tall grass and snorting in merriment as it tickled his legs. He tossed his proud head and flicked his fluffy tail and raised his gleaming eyes to the sky as a flock of birds flew cawing away from his rollicking romp.
___All was going well until Renegade approached the river. In his excitement, he hadn't paid much attention to the terrain beyond the grass. As the grass grew sparser, the ground sloped steeply downward to the stream, and the firm soil gave way to slippery mud. As he burst out from the meadow, it splattered his legs and clung to his hooves ― and then slipped right out from under him. He fell and slid, his eager movement carrying him straight down the incline and into the brook.
___The water turned a murky brown as the mud washed off Renegade's scuffed-up side. The chilly water, though the creek was fairly shallow, rushed over the colt's head. He drew in a breath of surprise, but water, not air, filled his lungs. He flailed wildly, thrashing his long legs in a frantic attempt to rise. In his panic attack, he gouged his shoulder on one of the less polished stones along the bed of the stream. The pain only served to exacerbate his fear and panic. He flung his head upward, trying to reach the air, and caught his cheek on the lip of the bank, where, unfortunately, yet another sharp rock was awaiting him.
___Unlike the previous injury, this one had a better result. Renegade heaved away from the bank, and the momentum carried him up onto his side, and his head lifted out from the water. He scrambled to his feet and onto the bank. Shivering and twitching, he gulped in big breaths of air. Never before had breathing given him such a wonderful sense of relief. Though the incident had been so short-lived, lasting little more than ten frantic seconds, it left a lasting impression, both on his mind and his skin.
___After he'd recovered sufficiently, Renegade returned to the forest path, still shuddering in spite of his newfound safety. But, his heart still pounding and his mind still reeling from the shock and terror of his recent experience, he took wrong turn after wrong turn, finding his way further and further from home until he was hopelessly lost. Until the next morning, when a couple of kind trail-goers and their mounts stumbled across the poor thing and took pity on him...

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Extending this for two more days and then will judge regardless of new forms or not!

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Owner: ᴄʜᴇᴍɪᴄᴀʟ
Show Name: Running From My Savior
Barn Name: Frelsari ('savior')
Gender: Colt
Age: Three years
Height: 16.1 hh
Halter Colors:
- Tassels: Gold
- Pearls: Silver
- Base: Maroon
Harness Colors:
- Tassels: Gold
- Lining: Black
- Pearls: Silver
- Base: Maroon
How he got the scars: When many look upon Frelsari and witness the jagged and brutal scars littering his body, they think perhaps he was in some mighty tournament; a fight for his life, a fight that would go on to become legend. The legend of the great Frelsari, defeater of evils. In reality, the origin of his stigmas is none so valiant. Frelsari was always skittish as a colt, wary of the world around him the troubles it contained. He clung close to his dam at all times, ears twitching this way and that, eyes darting around to observe any oncoming dangers. In an effort to break this stifling bond, Frelsari once found himself in a round pen all on his own, forced to man up and face things on his own for once. He spent hours in that pen, trotting anxious groves in the gravel below, until finally he had tired himself out and was permitted back in the stable; though with nerves frayed as they were the first sign of danger had him reeling. The loud clang of a trailer falling open somewhere behind him startled the young colt, and he jerked so quickly that his handler had but no time to react. He was off, sprinting for the cover of trees that may offer safe harbor, but Frelsari didn't account for the idea that the forest may not be so safe either. Tripping over himself and the underbrush in a blind panic, Frelsari took a tumble that saw him planted firmly in a thorn bush. It was sheer luck that he did not lose his eye in the accent; though the more he struggled to free himself the deeper said thorns became embedded in his hide. Eventually, exhausted, Frelsari gave up his struggle and slumped down, simply waiting. Finally he was found by a group out for a ride, untangled, and brought back for care.

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Ahh thank you <33.