[gr3ystones]

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.

Owner: TheUnsinkableShips
Show Name: Dewdrop Desires
Barn Name: Dew
Gender: Mare
Age: 11 Years Old
Height: 17.1hh
Eye Color: regal blue
Phenotype: Blue roan w/birdcatcher spots
Genotype: EE/aa/RnRn
Discipline: Lesson Horse/Eventing
Halter:
Edits:
- long mane
- trimmed tail
- pinned ears
Breeding Info:
- homozygous extension
- homozygous roan

[-Unbridled-]

Username: -Unbridled-
Show Name: Ocean Mist
Barn Name: Ocean
Age: 3 years
Discipline: Dressage
Halter: Turquoise
Favourite Memory: Ocean has many, many bad memories due to her past. There are very few good ones. The one she can remember most vividly was years ago, when she was just a foal. It was a time before she was involved in this illegal breeding operation. She was only a few weeks old. Her father was a famous race horse, bred with a broodmare to hopefully produce a champion. Everyone was surprised when Ocean was born. She had an absolutely beautiful coat with deep blue eyes. Ocean's good memories included playing with other foals, and teasing her mother. Greeting her father after a race. Sleeping in a comfortable stall, by her mother's side. Being treated so much better than she was at Fallen Oaks Farm. She could remember prancing around a green field, specked with yellow dandelions in the sun. She remembered her curiosity the first time she saw a butterfly. She remembered the stories her father would tell her about is racing days, and all of his victories. These are the memories she holds on to. These are the memories holding her together. There is no one memory she can choose from. Her head is filled with so many bad ones that it would be a crime for her to choose only one good one. She has hope that her new owner will bring her the happiness she has been longing for most of her life.
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Link to Trailer Park Entry: Here

[frogpeex]

Username: 
Show Name: White Rain
Barn Name: Stormy
Age: 4
Discipline: show jumping
Halter: aqua blue
Favourite Memory: unknown
Link to Trailer Park Entry: none

[TheUnsinkableShips]

Username: TheUnsinkableShips
Show Name: Dewdrop Desires
Barn Name: Dew
Age: 11 Years Old
Discipline: Lesson Horse/Eventing
Halter: #739C85
Favourite Memory: It is hard to pick a favorite memory when most of your life has been filled with worry and pain from consequences you couldn't control, but Dew would have to say her favorite was a distant memory from when she was a foal. Before she was brought to Fallen Oaks and before she was rescued by Autumn Rain. It's of herself with her mother and father, on the farm she had been raised at for barely 3 months before she and her dam had been brought to Fallen Oaks, when life had been simplicity and sunny days.

It was unusual for stallions to stay with their foals, but Dew had been completely unexpected to the family and the farm she was on. While they doted on her constantly, they didn't know the first thing about raising a foal, and so was how she had been sold so early.

Dew's father was a lovely stallion, tall, and broad, and fierce, but gentle and soft around the edges. He would play and chase Dew around the field, and Dew's favorite memory is of one such particular time when she was barely a month old, running down the field, mother cantering in front of her, father on her heels.

They flew down the grassy fields, Dew chasing her mother and her father chasing her and they stumbled on rocks, tumbling on their hooves and whinnying with joy, halting at the riverbed. Her father gave her a mischievous look, and suddenly, there's a rush of cold water on her back. She sat up, confused, water caught in her mane while her mother chastises her sire lightly, and then she's up, splashing her father with equal fervor.

Her father nickers and leaps into the river, splashing her back, and they're free together, in their little riverbed, nothing but open air and open hearts.
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Link to Trailer Park Entry: xXx

[DeadlyArcana]

Marking <3

[Lavellan]

Username: Laurara
Show Name: Murky Mist
Barn Name: Néboa
Age: 5 Years
Discipline: Show Jumping
Halter: Pale Grey/Offwhite
Link to Trailer Park Entry: Here!
Favourite Memory:

In a life that was so full of dark, dim moments, any glimmer of love shines through. And, in Néboa’s young life, there is one memory that shines so much brighter than the others.
It was a horrible, storming night. Lightning lit the sky every couple of moments, and the thunder masked the groans and cries of the young mare. Even though she was a maiden, she knew what it meant to be paired with a stallion, and knew even clearer what it meant when her stomach began to swell out. And she hated it. Each movement of the foal within her womb caused a pin of her ears, each kick from the foal earned a stamp of a hoof from the mother. Other mares got along with their lives while pregnant, but Néboa couldn’t, constantly in a state of annoyance. Her companions soon learned to ignore her, and what little attention she received from the humans halved.
And, then came the birth. The pain was like nothing the young mare had ever experienced, and, as the storm raged outside, raindrops dripping in through the damaged roof onto her sweating, straining body, the night wore on, the pain never ending. The flashes of lightning showed white eyes, the rumble of thunder rolled over her cries.
All of a sudden, the final thunderclap quietened, and the mare’s struggle was over. Breathing heavily, body flat against the damp, filthy shavings, the mare attempted to catch her breath. She would have stayed there for as long as she could, but a small noise caught her attention. Raising herself onto her belly to look behind, the first light of dawn shone into her small stable as she looked at the source of the noise.
Too-large eyes blinking in the dim light, the dark shape lay behind her, and, in that moment, her world became bright. All negative feelings developed over the past months melted away as she looked to her firstborn foal, love blossoming within her heart.
And, as the morning grew brighter and the foal grew in strength, so did Néboa’s love. And, even though dark moments were to follow, she kept the memory of that morning as her dawn, her memory that, even though there are storms, the sun will always rise.

[gr3ystones]

thank you all for your entries, the winner of this blue gal is TheUnsinkableShips^^

[TheUnsinkableShips]

Thank you, broken!