[gr3ystones]

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: Lavellan
Show Name: Silent Stowaway
Barn Name: Tajna
Gender: Mare
Age: 2 Years
Height: 18.3hh
Eye Colour: charcoal x starlight heterochromia
Phenotype: Greying sooty blue taffy tobiano
Genotype: EE/AtAt/ZZ/Ff/Toto/Gg
Discipline: Dressage
Halter: sea blue w/ silver hardware
Edits:
- perked ears
- long mane
- braided tail
- tongue out
Breeding Info:
- homozygous extension
- homozygous agouti
- homozygius silver
- carries flaxen

[DeadlyArcana]

Username: Alhena
Show Name: A Haunted Legacy
Barn Name: Warren (names after Ed & Loraine warren who is famously known for work as paranormal investigators)
Age: 9 yo
Discipline: cross Country
Halter: white leather with brass hardware
Competition: it was late one night, pitch dark in the rehabilitation facility as the staff had gone home for the night and most of the horses were asleep. All except for Warren. She had the tendency to be a night owl and stay up throughout the night, watching the moon rise in the sky then set when dawn came. But on this particular night, something was off. Warren could hear shuffling footsteps not too far down the isle from her and hushed voices. They didn't sound like the care takers that usually would come check on her and the others plus it was still late at night since the moon was still far in the sky. Suddenly, the stall door was flung open and warren was grabbed by her halter. A group of men with masks over their faces rushed in behind her and escorted her out of the stall. Confusion and fear rushed through the mares body, but she was too scared to fight them off, at the time she was also recovering from a severe running injury so she had limited mobility.
"Is this the one he wants?" A man asked someone in the group as they led Warren to a trailer, "Yes im positive. Boss will be so happy, and we'll get the cash we need." They walked the mare into the seemingly nice trailer and closed the door behind her, leaving her all alone again in the pitch black.
After a long ride and then a swap from a trailer to a boat, Warren wounded up on an island where people had been running an illegal black market sale for stolen ERRPs and were trading them for the highest bids. The desert was desolate but the criminals were able to make the most out of what they had and went undetected for months. Warren and the few other kidnapped ERRPs were living off of seaweed and filthy water, since all that mattered to the people there was cash and not the horses well-beings. Something happened one night, the criminals packed up their things and the few horses that were still strong enough for travel and left. The rest of the horses, including Warren were left behind to either survive or pass on. They all wandered around in a group, attempting to gather food that even in small portions would keep them going. Warren befriended a buzzard who would fly overhead daily to check on the herd, sometimes bringing them grass and wheat from mainland to keep the horses alive. She did not understand why a scavenger would befriend her but she was thankful for his company.
After months of surviving on seaweed, murky water and some wheat, the heard was down to just Warren now who made her home in the small forrest so she would have protection from the cold winds and rain. Her friend, Loki, would nest above in the sparse trees to keep an eye on Warren and to still provide her food when he could.
One cool morning, the sound of an engine startled Warren, since it was so quiet on the island. She heard voices shouting from the shore, a bunch of men it sounded like. She walked down from the trees and noticed a small boat and some men arguing aboard. However when they saw her they stopped what they were shouting about and starred right back at her. One jumped out of the boat and slowly approached her, taking small steps since Warren was hesitant about the man. She however had a feeling she could trust him and took some steps forward until the man could reach her neck and give her some soft pets.
He shouted back to his friends and they left without him. "I will be staying with you until my family returns. People have been looking for you for quite some time." Warren laid herself down beside the man and waited with him until a larger boat came back to the island. The group of people aboard helped Warren up onto the boat with handfuls of treats and kept her calm until they arrived back ashore to the main island where the rehabilitation facility workers waited for her.

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[mongrel]

how gorgeous?? wowie

[-Unbridled-]

Username: -Unbridled-
Show Name: Lost and Found
Barn Name: Serenity
Age: 3 years
Discipline: Dressage
Halter: Black
Competition: When Serenity was found and turned in, it was found out that she had been stolen almost a year ago. No one knew who stole her, or how she ended up on the island in the first place. The true story is that someone who was running an illegal breeding operation had stolen her. The operation was set up on the isolated island, where he thought it would never be found out. He took the mare to the island as quickly as he could once he had stolen her. Once he had gotten to the island, he led the mare into a small, dark enclosure. About an hour afterwards, Serenity noticed the heavy smell of smoke in the air. That's when she saw the fire. It is not known how the fire started, but nearly doubled in size in the course of 10 minutes. The fire grew larger and larger. Serenity was able to bust the door of her enclosure down, and escape that part of the island. There was an estimated ten other horses there at the time, who unfortunately perished in the fire. The owner of the operation ended up fleeing before the fire could get to him, leaving all of the other lives behind. It was still unknown as to how the fire had started. It could have been started by brush that had caught fire due to the dryness and the heat, which was common during the time of the fire. Serenity wandered the island for many months, feeding off of whatever she could find, even scavenging for dead animals. She was finally rescued and treated of any diseases she had contracted whilst on the island.

[acadicus]

username: cinnabunny
show name: winter in the carolinas
barn name: carol
age: 6 years
discipline: cross-country
halter: sky blue & silver
competition: here
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[Lavellan]

Username: Lavellan
Show Name: Silent Stowaway
Barn Name: Tajna
Age: 2 Years
Discipline: Dressage
Halter: Sea blue
Competition:


Thunder rolled in the skies above, the rain pouring with the same intensity as it would at the end of a long drought. The filly, not long separated from her mother, slept soundly in her stall, the rain pelting off the door of the barn providing a pleasant soundtrack to her night’s sleep. The occasional rumble of thunder or flash of lightning woke her, but it was easy to lull back into the embrace of slumber.
At one stage, a strange noise jolted her to awakeness, not a natural sound of a storm, but rather a metallic clang, piquing her interest. She strode to the front of her stall, several other sleepy heads and already peeking out of their stables. There were men standing in the door of the stable, soaked through from the rain. She didn’t recognize them, but it was difficult to, with their faces covered with various cloths or bandanas. More confused than scared, Tajna watched them with a tilted head, wondering what on earth they may have been doing.
“Just... get that one! They’re all as valuable as the last, I’m sure.” Came a hissed voice, a gloved hand gesturing towards her. Her ears pricked towards them as one of the humans approached her, taking her halter off the hook and slipping it over her head. Young and green, she didn’t realize that she should have been pulling back, but she had been great with her training, the humans told her so, so when the people tugged on the halter, without even a leadrope, she followed.
And so, she followed. Even when the rain soaked through to her skin, when the thunder rattled the sky above and the lightning seemed to be reaching for them, she followed the humans. They were rough, pulling her nose harshly when they ran, but she followed.
Even when there were sirens in the distance, when the sounds of dogs seemed to follow them. She followed.

The humans spoke between them, but Tanja rarely heard what they were saying, hearing just snippets.
“We’re going to be caught!”
“Have to get rid of a trail!”
But she continued to trot behind them.

The only time she hesitated was when they stopped. A small boat sat, tied loosely to a dock, and she was only disobedient when they asked her to step on it. It was flimsy and small, and she didn’t like the way it rocked in the waves. But they forced her on, pushing from behind while pulling her head, and they tugged and pushed until she lay down, legs cramped uncomfortably beneath her. The storm was still raging above as one of the men began to row, the other holding her head tightly, preventing her from moving.
She recognized the words of frustration coming from the men, the sounds of dogs closer than they ever had been, but soon dying away. She could hear the sounds of the tired man, rowing as fast as he could, and the sounds of the waves against the boat, and the sound of the storm. There was nothing familiar, nothing known, and the lashing of the boat made her feel uneasy. The longer they were in the boat, the worse the shaking got, and she shut her eyes tight, attempting to make it all stop.
It didn’t.
It just got worse.

With a crack of thunder above their heads, the boat tilted, scooping in water from the bottom side. The rower let loose a shout, one of the oars slipping from his grip. The man holding her head let go, reaching to his friend’s aid. That was when the panic loosed from Tanja’s mind. Tossing her head up, she attempted to get her feet below her, wanting to jump back to the land. Her sudden movement caused the boat to tip again, but this time, it didn’t recover.
Thrown to the side, Tanja’s eyes widened suddenly as the cold water covered her body, fear gripping her heart as she realized that there was nothing to grip beneath her hooves. She opened her mouth to scream, to call for her humans, or her mother, or anyone who would hear, but her mouth filled with water, causing her to snap it shut again. Eyes showing more whites than colour, instinct took over her muscles, and she began to paddle, legs trying desperately to keep her afloat.
She swam for the first time in her life. With her lungs desperately trying to pull in air, lips curled upwards to keep the spray out of her nose, she swam with a newfound, primal need to stay alive.

It was far too long before she felt the ground beneath her feet. Her muscles trembled with fatigue as she dragged herself back onto land. The storm was beginning to melt away, the light of dawn creeping over the horizon, but she pulled herself as far as she could, then collapsed, tiredness washing her into a deep, dreamless sleep.
The sun was high in the sky when she awoke, standing as soon as consciousness hit. She was in a strange place, and, to her horror, all she could see was water. Panic shone in the whites of her eyes as she pushed herself to a trot, trying to find how to get away from the lapping waves, but, no matter how far she went, the water remained, torturing her, taunting her, telling her that there was no escape. And so she started to scream. She called for her mother, for her humans, for the humans who got her into this mess, she didn’t care. Just someone, anyone, who could help her get home.

But no one ever came.

There was a little patch of grass that she would graze on, or, if the hunger was too much, she would approach the seaweed that grew in the shallows, the slimy plant unpleasant but filling her stomach. She was lonely on the island, no company but for an occasional seagull or tern, but she kept herself alive.

She was wary when the humans first came. They smelled similar to the rotting seaweed, but they helped her. She didn’t want to go on their large boat, but it was much nicer than the small one that got her there, so she bared the horrid journey. It took a couple of days, but soon, she found herself back in a familiar barn, the place holding the same estranged familiarity as somewhere visited in a dream. Grains tasted like a treat, the lush, growing grass like candy compared to the dry, salty grass she had experienced for the last year. She was a little distrustful of humans at the start, and she often lost sleep over any small noise that roused her at nighttime. But soon, she began to relax, her playful youth beginning to shine through the maturity that she had gained in her time alone.

She was home.

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[gr3ystones]

thank you all for youe entries^^
the winner of this lady is Lavellan

[Lavellan]

Oh my gosh, thank you, broken! <3