[birch.]

Username: HowlingHooves
Show Name: Running Rampant
Barn Name: Viral
Gender: Stallion
Height: 18hh

Sire: Foundation
Dam: Foundation

Phenotype: Sable Ivory Champane
Genotype: Ee/Ata/Crcr/Chch
Eye Color: Golden Cream
Breeding Notes:

[HowlingHooves]

Username: HowlingHooves
Show Name: Running Rampant
Barn Name: Viral

Why would you like this boy? He's simple in color, and would make for good breeding stock with the current drafts of The Bold & Noble.
What is his personality like? As his show name suggests, Viral is much akin to a rampaging beast. He's a spitfire, and he's a stallion that has clearly been raised among his wild brethren, no doubt about it. But he's inquisitive, he's curious and he's intelligent; he was one of the first in the group of figure out how to open a latch which hadn't been secured correctly in a rush to help others handling another of the wild drafts. Fortunately a hand from The Bold & Noble had been looking at the stock, and they managed to catch him before he set himself, and others in the pen loose. Aside from his curiosity and wildness, he has a softness in his gaze when he's at ease, though the fire in his blood is just beneath and quite easily stirred by even one step closer than he appreciates from anyone.
How did you tame him? It was a trial, harsh and long, and eventually the old ways of the cowboy were utilized; slowly introducing people did nothing but stir his wild rage, bribery with foods not native to his wild home that he appreciated. Introducing him to other fellows that could teach through visualization and positive interactions with humans also did next to nothing for him. He tried to free himself from the round pen he was housed in multiple times, and eventually he showed a violent streak when an experienced hand was attempting to throw him some extra feed when a colder night fell over the ranch. Suffice to say, he bent the railings of one section of the pen in his fit, tore the coat of the employee and wouldn't calm for hours into the night. The hand was patient enough, however, and remained with Viral until he was less agitated and threatened to break down his home. It was decided a more strict and harsh approach was needed, as gentling Viral was not progressing; the danger of working with a wild draft was already known, but the quick and dirty way was employed within a more controlled environment.
Starting Viral took up the most part of the day, and he was allowed to wear himself down after a dusty bronc saddle was initially strapped to him; this in itself took some work, and more than two sets of hands to keep him distracted until it was secured. The same hand that had stayed up with him the previous night was the one to mount up, and Viral was a buzzsaw of movement, grunts and screams of outrage. After hours, a few tosses to the ground when his seat wasn't quite what it needed to remain, Viral was exhausted and, after a calm dismount, followed the hand without need for a lead rope or a tug against the hackamore they had wrangled onto him. Tame Viral was not, of course, and not trained, but Viral's responsiveness moving forward was clear as the days progressed.
How did he earn his crop?
It wasn't in a fight pitting tribe against tribe or steed against steed, but it was a battle; one that involved a young boy who had taken out horse that was much too big for him. During his time with The Bold & Noble, Viral had grown an affinity for the younger crowd; he wasn't a loud stallion, save for when a mare in heat urged him to follow after, but he seemed to grow brighter when the laughter of the kids who frequented the ranch came around. One boy, eager to prove he wasn't small despite being just that, managed to get a bridle on him one evening and led him to a mounting block tall enough to shimmy onto the drafts wide back. And then they were off, the boy not realizing his mistake until he was lost in the mountain region around the ranch. Mother was distraught and the hands were searching, but found only an empty stall, other children unsure what had happened after poking fun at the small stature of the boy. They turned up hours after dark, the boy on the ground and cradling a hurt arm, which luckily hadn't been broken from a fall as high as he was, a set of teeth punctures in the shoulder of Viral, and some obvious claws having torn through his hindquarters. The boy claimed Viral had fought off a bobcat, he had gotten a clear view with his flashlight of the short tail on the wild cat, and Viral had stood his ground when the boy had fallen to tears. The boy had asked Viral if they could go home, not knowing the stallion could even lead them there again but clearly relieved when a ranch hand found them.
Viral was checked over, cleaned up and given the okay, and the boy was taken to the local emergency room to get checked over himself. All in all, it was agreed that Viral was deserving of his mane cropping after protecting the boy, rather than fleeing as many other horses would have done.

[dea invidia.]

mark

[birch.]

Username: HowlingHooves
Show Name: Running Rampant
Barn Name: Viral

Why would you like this boy? He's simple in color, and would make for good breeding stock with the current drafts of The Bold & Noble.
What is his personality like? As his show name suggests, Viral is much akin to a rampaging beast. He's a spitfire, and he's a stallion that has clearly been raised among his wild brethren, no doubt about it. But he's inquisitive, he's curious and he's intelligent; he was one of the first in the group of figure out how to open a latch which hadn't been secured correctly in a rush to help others handling another of the wild drafts. Fortunately a hand from The Bold & Noble had been looking at the stock, and they managed to catch him before he set himself, and others in the pen loose. Aside from his curiosity and wildness, he has a softness in his gaze when he's at ease, though the fire in his blood is just beneath and quite easily stirred by even one step closer than he appreciates from anyone.
How did you tame him? It was a trial, harsh and long, and eventually the old ways of the cowboy were utilized; slowly introducing people did nothing but stir his wild rage, bribery with foods not native to his wild home that he appreciated. Introducing him to other fellows that could teach through visualization and positive interactions with humans also did next to nothing for him. He tried to free himself from the round pen he was housed in multiple times, and eventually he showed a violent streak when an experienced hand was attempting to throw him some extra feed when a colder night fell over the ranch. Suffice to say, he bent the railings of one section of the pen in his fit, tore the coat of the employee and wouldn't calm for hours into the night. The hand was patient enough, however, and remained with Viral until he was less agitated and threatened to break down his home. It was decided a more strict and harsh approach was needed, as gentling Viral was not progressing; the danger of working with a wild draft was already known, but the quick and dirty way was employed within a more controlled environment.
Starting Viral took up the most part of the day, and he was allowed to wear himself down after a dusty bronc saddle was initially strapped to him; this in itself took some work, and more than two sets of hands to keep him distracted until it was secured. The same hand that had stayed up with him the previous night was the one to mount up, and Viral was a buzzsaw of movement, grunts and screams of outrage. After hours, a few tosses to the ground when his seat wasn't quite what it needed to remain, Viral was exhausted and, after a calm dismount, followed the hand without need for a lead rope or a tug against the hackamore they had wrangled onto him. Tame Viral was not, of course, and not trained, but Viral's responsiveness moving forward was clear as the days progressed.
How did he earn his crop?
It wasn't in a fight pitting tribe against tribe or steed against steed, but it was a battle; one that involved a young boy who had taken out horse that was much too big for him. During his time with The Bold & Noble, Viral had grown an affinity for the younger crowd; he wasn't a loud stallion, save for when a mare in heat urged him to follow after, but he seemed to grow brighter when the laughter of the kids who frequented the ranch came around. One boy, eager to prove he wasn't small despite being just that, managed to get a bridle on him one evening and led him to a mounting block tall enough to shimmy onto the drafts wide back. And then they were off, the boy not realizing his mistake until he was lost in the mountain region around the ranch. Mother was distraught and the hands were searching, but found only an empty stall, other children unsure what had happened after poking fun at the small stature of the boy. They turned up hours after dark, the boy on the ground and cradling a hurt arm, which luckily hadn't been broken from a fall as high as he was, a set of teeth punctures in the shoulder of Viral, and some obvious claws having torn through his hindquarters. The boy claimed Viral had fought off a bobcat, he had gotten a clear view with his flashlight of the short tail on the wild cat, and Viral had stood his ground when the boy had fallen to tears. The boy had asked Viral if they could go home, not knowing the stallion could even lead them there again but clearly relieved when a ranch hand found them.
Viral was checked over, cleaned up and given the okay, and the boy was taken to the local emergency room to get checked over himself. All in all, it was agreed that Viral was deserving of his mane cropping after protecting the boy, rather than fleeing as many other horses would have done.

Congrats