[♔Voltaire♔]

Username;; ♔Voltaire♔
Show Name: Under the Radar
Barn Name: Gale
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5
Height: 17hh
Halter: (#F7E7CE) with silver buckles
Discipline: Mounted Archery
Competition:

"So, Archery, eh? Guess I found who the culprit was."

I squint. "What do you mean?"

"Your handler must be Cupid, Gale, because I've definitely been shot by a love arrow... and all I can see is you now."

"Hah Hah, very funny Jax, now kindly screw off." That gets a laugh out of the coquettish stallion, who's eyes sparkle in unfounded amusement. I haven't fully settled in to life at Sonata Stables, the countryside a brand new point of view from the suburban life I grew accustomed to, and my irritably flirtatious neighbor isn't making the situation better in the slightest.

I grew up on a larger farm, mostly consisting of beef cattle and smaller livestock. My parents were drivers, tacked up every morning to herd the cattle into greener pastures or settle them into the barns for the night. That left me alone for the most part, kicking up dirt with my hooves and sending it right at the barn cats or raccoons that would meander into the barn for the grain. I belonged to the farmer's daughter, a small strawberry blonde obsessed with everything high-end and fashionable, opposing the mud and grime of farm labor. Needless to say, although I was hers, her father cared for me the whole time I lived there- until he couldn't sit and watch me rot anymore, donating me to a larger stables where I would then begin Mounted Archery training. I spent most of my time in the great outdoors and training on the courses they had set up for my discipline, however like everything, fads die out and my discipline became less popular compared to others. In order to manage their funds, they disbanded their Archery training and in turn everything I had worked for up until that very point. Fortunately for me, the stables had me transferred to the much larger and rural Sonata Stables, where hopefully I can continue my training in their budding Archery Training courses. Good things however come with sacrifices- I can finally continue my training, however I have to put up with this meathead in the stall next to me every single day of my existence.

Jax isn't horrible, but he isn't the best either, the stallion immediately making passes at me as soon as I was led into my stall the very first day. His pickup lines are creative, that's for certain, though they tend to fluctuate between really smooth and completely cringe. He's a wonderful conversationalist when he wants to be, and truly does look out for those he considers his closest friends- though not a day has gone by where he hasn't tried flirting with someone, even if they were promised to another. It's concerning to say the least, however it seems that this daily occurrence has always been so; and not many of his herd-mates take his antics at face value. Even if Jax is a shameless casanova, he was the very first horse to welcome me and offer his assistance whenever I deemed necessary.

"Thinking of me, brown eyes?" he jests, and it takes everything in me to not smack the lilt out of his tone. I grunt and roll my eyes much to his amusement, and I turn away from him.

"Not a chance. How about-"

"I go pick on someone my own size?" He grins.

"Do not even start with me Jax, cut it out with the short jokes."

"Suit yourself."

The prospect of living at Sonata Stables for the rest of my life is quite daunting; my lack of social skills coinciding with my tendency for self-isolation now the sharpest thorns in my side. I had never expected to find myself in the position I am presently, bantering with a rugged veteran of the fields I will soon join him in once I have settled completely- but it's far from unwelcome, and I secretly cannot wait to see where our budding friendship takes us.

[Rhubarbski]

Username;; Akiera
Show Name: The Chaiklin Fantasy
Barn Name: Floyd
Gender: Stallion
Age: 2
Height: 17.2hh
Halter: #B4ACB4 with brass hardware
Discipline: Eventing
Competition: Madeleine is Floyds stall mate, and she is somewhat an idol to him, Madeleine's persistence and loyalty are what Florence strives to be, often he can get himself down and isolate himself away from the herd as he is not the most confident stallion, but his stall mate never fails to cheer him up, Madeleine lost her son when he was young due to her past home life so to Madeleine, Floyd is also a comfort and the two bounce off each other incredibly, like peas in a pod. Whenever the two are apart things don't go so swimmingly, often Floyd can be found pining for madeleine when she is away at shows so it is now a yard rule that wherever madeleine goes, Floyd goes too!

Before Floyd came to the yard, madeleine was in bad shape and was not coping well in the new environment as all hope of finding her son slipped away, but this soon changed when Floyd found his way to Rosenhill. the two bonded incredibly and would often whinny across the yard for eachother, the two weren't originally stall mates but this was changed once the stablehands realized how much perkier madeleine was and how quickly Floyd had settled in. Now the two eat together, sleep together, graze together and simply cannot be separated. other members of the herd find their relationship together odd but it works for them and it gives madeleine peace of mind and has perked her up since the loss of her first son.

[Arkinhallow]

Username;; Arkinhallow
Show Name: EH Impressionist
Barn Name: Arty
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4 years
Height: 15.3hh
Halter: dark emerald green
Discipline: Endurance
Competition: feat. Vanilla

Arty's stall is next to the flashy Crème De La Crème. Simply put, the two do not get along well at all. Arty thinks Vanilla is privileged and soft, and Vanilla sees Arty as rough, rude and not at all refined. The two frequently get into arguments about their respective disciplines, refusing to acknowledge the skill required from each. Coming from such different experiences they so far haven't been able to reconcile those differences and come to understand each other.

Arty firmly believes Vanilla lives a cushy lifestyle, which is true at home; the staff dote on her for her beautiful coat and gentle nature. She knows how to swindle that extra treat from a handler, and somehow she's always the most well-groomed in the stable. But she trains hard, often, and Arty doesn't see the determination with which she approaches her competitions or the way she holds herself in the ring, muscles working in unison to maintain a perfect form. Vanilla is constantly frustrated that she cannot convince Arty that she is more than just a pretty face, but she isn't innocent of being judgmental herself.

Van, fawned over all her life and always looking her best, cannot understand Arty's love for endurance. Being out in the mud and the rain, as she sees it, sounds nightmarish and foolish to her. Why spend days outside, getting dirty and exhausted when one could be safely tucked away in a warm stall by nightfall, with more feed and blankets than you could possibly need? To Arty, though, it's all part of the challenge; braving the weather and the obstacles before him to prove himself the strongest and fastest, well, that's what it's all about. Van's condescending stance towards his sport infuriates him. It's not as if he spends all his time covered in mud, and he's always washed and brushed before returning to his stall, so precious Van isn't tarnished by him. It doesn't help their relationship to have Arty constantly grouchy at home; if Van saw him out in the field, she'd see just how energetic and joyful he could be.

More than once they've thrown insults at each other. Too prissy, too soft, too boring. Too dirty, too reckless, too rough around the edges. Both of them thinking the other is just too difficult. There just hasn't been a catalyst to show them that they're more alike than they think.

[DigitalLinx]

Username;; JinxedStudios
Show Name: City Skyline
Barn Name: Skylar
Gender: Stallion
Age: 3yrs
Height: 17hh
Halter: Orange
Discipline: Showjumping
Competition: My relationship with the horse next to me? Well to start off his name is Argo, small lil fella, maybe 14hh? He's a Bay North American Sportpony that always seems to have energy. He's honestly very nice to me and sneaks me his treat from his owner if he doesn't want it (which is often, the boi doesn't like apples all that much). He'll tell me about his day and friends and in turn, will listen to me ramble on about something. He's very patient with me, now that I think about it he's quite calm and patient with a lot of the younger horses. Don't get me wrong he's not super-duper old like "uncle" Chivy, he's maybe 7 years old? Anyways I like to think we're pretty close friends, though I've never asked Argo if he considered me a close friend, I'll ask him later. We both do Showjumping (Well he does hunter more but oh well) and love it too death. Sometimes we'll use the logs in the field as practice jumps, I often leave him behind because I'm a bit faster. Argo is also kind of like a father figure for me, I never got to meet my real dad and I spent most of my time with my "sister" Dasiy(. He'll teach me new things sometimes, like how to get the sweetest apples off the tree in the pasture, or where the best grass patches are, little things like that. I think we're also an outlet for each other when we get stressed out about something. It's nice when I know he can talk to me about certain things, and that I could so the same. I'll be honest he's one of the best neighbors I've ever had.

[Potters]

Username;; Potters
Show Name: Stormin' Mystery
Barn Name: Stormi/Storm
Gender: Stallion
Age: 14 yrs old
Height: 16.4hh
Halter: kiwi (#85CB33)
Discipline: barrel racing (former racehorse)
Competition:
---------Stormi is a quiet conservative horse that likes peace and quietness. Although he's friendly with other horses he doesn't like to get too close. He lives at a small ranch with his owner, Adrienne Cline, and sometimes an off the track thoroughbred. His new stallmate, a distant relative, Indi, was ecstatic to learn that they're half third cousins. Ever since then she won't stop asking about his knowledge of their ancestors. Although Indi is a little too...zippy for Storm, she's the most eager to get started, in her new career, than all the other horses that he's seen come through their little racehorse retraining/rehoming ranch.
---------After living with Indi for a couple of months now he's gotten used to her peppy personality. She actually started rubbing off on him, he would get more and more excited about being out in the pasture with his next-door stallmate. They would both canter around the lush yard they were put in. Once they were too tired to continue they would lie down and nap together in the bright, warm, sunlight. Stormi never really thought he'd be this close to his stallmate but he's glad he is now. He doesn't know how he could live such a lonely life, distancing himself from all the other horses in his home stable.

[hellenistic]

Username;; Arkinhallow
Show Name: EH Impressionist
Barn Name: Arty
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4 years
Height: 15.3hh
Halter: dark emerald green
Discipline: Endurance
Competition: feat. Vanilla

Arty's stall is next to the flashy Crème De La Crème. Simply put, the two do not get along well at all. Arty thinks Vanilla is privileged and soft, and Vanilla sees Arty as rough, rude and not at all refined. The two frequently get into arguments about their respective disciplines, refusing to acknowledge the skill required from each. Coming from such different experiences they so far haven't been able to reconcile those differences and come to understand each other.

Arty firmly believes Vanilla lives a cushy lifestyle, which is true at home; the staff dote on her for her beautiful coat and gentle nature. She knows how to swindle that extra treat from a handler, and somehow she's always the most well-groomed in the stable. But she trains hard, often, and Arty doesn't see the determination with which she approaches her competitions or the way she holds herself in the ring, muscles working in unison to maintain a perfect form. Vanilla is constantly frustrated that she cannot convince Arty that she is more than just a pretty face, but she isn't innocent of being judgmental herself.

Van, fawned over all her life and always looking her best, cannot understand Arty's love for endurance. Being out in the mud and the rain, as she sees it, sounds nightmarish and foolish to her. Why spend days outside, getting dirty and exhausted when one could be safely tucked away in a warm stall by nightfall, with more feed and blankets than you could possibly need? To Arty, though, it's all part of the challenge; braving the weather and the obstacles before him to prove himself the strongest and fastest, well, that's what it's all about. Van's condescending stance towards his sport infuriates him. It's not as if he spends all his time covered in mud, and he's always washed and brushed before returning to his stall, so precious Van isn't tarnished by him. It doesn't help their relationship to have Arty constantly grouchy at home; if Van saw him out in the field, she'd see just how energetic and joyful he could be.

More than once they've thrown insults at each other. Too prissy, too soft, too boring. Too dirty, too reckless, too rough around the edges. Both of them thinking the other is just too difficult. There just hasn't been a catalyst to show them that they're more alike than they think.

congrats ! i enjoyed the switch up on how they greatly dislike each other ♥

[Arkinhallow]

sweet boy sweet boy sweet boy !! !
Thanks berz :)