[Phönixfeder2000]

Timberwood Wild Horses, first seen in Ireland, are a mix of Belgian Drafts, Mustangs and the local Connemara horses. Due to a burning barn in 1968 a lot of horses were released, the ones that were not found then joined the Connemara herds around and forgotten about. A couple years later, foals with unusual coat colors and a drafty appearance were spotted that could not possibly be pure Connemara ponys. One of them was captured and gene tested which revealed among others the above named breeds. The foal grew up to be a very well tempered, strong and pretty individual, so the responsible Timberwood Sanctuary left them alone, closely monitoring the development of those horses and their offspring. Annually, similar to the Mustang Makeovers and Dülmener Wild Horse Event, a couple of the horses are captured and auctioned off to regulate their numbers within the herds. All of them and their offspring must be registered by the TSR (Timberwood Sanctuary Registration). Nowadays the Timberwood Horse is known widely and the captured horses and their offspring exported all over the world for competitions and as working horses. Due to being crossbred, they can appear in pretty much any color variations and even developed a bunch of markings only seen in those horses, they range from 13 to 17hh.

Very excited to announce this first adopt! For this special boy, give him a backstory. Can e written, drawn or whatever comes to your mind. Impress me! ^^
End Date: 26. March

Username: Sianabi
Show Name: CYA's Pay the Toll
Barn Name: Ransom

Gender: Stallion
Height: 15,3hh
Eye Color: Determination
Phenotype: Wild Bay Sooty Tobiano Spotted Blanket
Genotype: EE A+A Stysty ToTo Lplp
Rarity: uncommon

[Dezda]

Username: Sianabi
Show Name: CYA's Pay the Toll
Barn Name: Ransom
Halter Color: dark red, please (:
Prompt:

Ransom was always hotblooded. Quick to anger and even faster to react. In his younger years, most of this behavior was shrugged aside or otherwise excused. After all, he was one of the finest carriage horses at the stables, and a little ego was to be expected. Plus, once he was hitched, there wasn't a harder-working horse.

"Oh, he's fiery."
"He just needs a firm hand."
"This one's got a temper, huh?"

As the years passed, however, and he continued to bite, stomp, and otherwise make a fuss, the jokes and justifications dried up. No longer was it a mark of seniority and skill to be assigned Ransom for the season; now it was groaned of as a punishment. As the stable expanded both in renown and bloodlines, the barrel-chested draft horse found himself relegated to the back pasture.

He couldn't understand it himself, really. He was no idiot - he knew he was his own worst enemy, but annoyances festered around him like flies. The only time he ever felt truly calm was when he was working, and opportunities for that sweet relief were almost nonexistent now that he was seen more as a liability than an asset.

The day things changed began like most others. He was put out to pasture, alone like always. The air smelt like rain and as the endless hours passed the sky turned dark and angry, but all Ransom could remember thinking was that it was just his luck to get rained on.

He had not, however, expected the lightning, nor the thunder that seemed to shake the earth itself. He especially did not expect the fire, which began when an errant lightning bolt struck the old mill on the outskirts of the stables. It had been a dry summer, and despite the downpour, the flames quickly engulfed the mill and most of Ransom's line of sight. And it didn't seem like anyone was coming for him.

The memories of his escape were a blur. He managed to kick a line of fencing down, but in the commotion and in the smoke he ran in the wrong direction, into the woods. Ransom wasn't sure if he had ever run so fast, or so far. The flames licking at his feet were like demons, biting him away.

How much time passed, lost in the woods? It felt like a lifetime, once he had exhausted himself. His fur was singed, he had thrown a shoe, and he was carrying more sticks, leaves, and branches than he had mane and tail. Although he tried for days, the wretched creature couldn't find a landmark to bring him home.

Ransom was quite frankly, about to lie down and give up, when he heard them. The sound of humans, in the soft tones they used when speaking to particularly-favored animals. The draft horse roused his inner flame and used the last of his strength to follow the voices.

The people he saw when he finally reached the clearing weren't those he knew, nor did he recognize the small but tidy stable they brought him back to. At first, he flinched at their touch and cornered himself in his stall, but their gentle steadiness eventually won him over. Cleaned up and mended, he began to feel like his old self.

Well, mostly. But maybe he had learned a little during his time in the woods. Maybe he was more like a lantern light now, and less of an inferno.

Got a little carried away, so sorry! x)

[Lex.]

mark!

[Phönixfeder2000]

Congrats! ^^

Username: Sianabi
Show Name: CYA's Pay the Toll
Barn Name: Ransom
Halter Color: dark red, please (:
Prompt:

Ransom was always hotblooded. Quick to anger and even faster to react. In his younger years, most of this behavior was shrugged aside or otherwise excused. After all, he was one of the finest carriage horses at the stables, and a little ego was to be expected. Plus, once he was hitched, there wasn't a harder-working horse.

"Oh, he's fiery."
"He just needs a firm hand."
"This one's got a temper, huh?"

As the years passed, however, and he continued to bite, stomp, and otherwise make a fuss, the jokes and justifications dried up. No longer was it a mark of seniority and skill to be assigned Ransom for the season; now it was groaned of as a punishment. As the stable expanded both in renown and bloodlines, the barrel-chested draft horse found himself relegated to the back pasture.

He couldn't understand it himself, really. He was no idiot - he knew he was his own worst enemy, but annoyances festered around him like flies. The only time he ever felt truly calm was when he was working, and opportunities for that sweet relief were almost nonexistent now that he was seen more as a liability than an asset.

The day things changed began like most others. He was put out to pasture, alone like always. The air smelt like rain and as the endless hours passed the sky turned dark and angry, but all Ransom could remember thinking was that it was just his luck to get rained on.

He had not, however, expected the lightning, nor the thunder that seemed to shake the earth itself. He especially did not expect the fire, which began when an errant lightning bolt struck the old mill on the outskirts of the stables. It had been a dry summer, and despite the downpour, the flames quickly engulfed the mill and most of Ransom's line of sight. And it didn't seem like anyone was coming for him.

The memories of his escape were a blur. He managed to kick a line of fencing down, but in the commotion and in the smoke he ran in the wrong direction, into the woods. Ransom wasn't sure if he had ever run so fast, or so far. The flames licking at his feet were like demons, biting him away.

How much time passed, lost in the woods? It felt like a lifetime, once he had exhausted himself. His fur was singed, he had thrown a shoe, and he was carrying more sticks, leaves, and branches than he had mane and tail. Although he tried for days, the wretched creature couldn't find a landmark to bring him home.

Ransom was quite frankly, about to lie down and give up, when he heard them. The sound of humans, in the soft tones they used when speaking to particularly-favored animals. The draft horse roused his inner flame and used the last of his strength to follow the voices.

The people he saw when he finally reached the clearing weren't those he knew, nor did he recognize the small but tidy stable they brought him back to. At first, he flinched at their touch and cornered himself in his stall, but their gentle steadiness eventually won him over. Cleaned up and mended, he began to feel like his old self.

Well, mostly. But maybe he had learned a little during his time in the woods. Maybe he was more like a lantern light now, and less of an inferno.

Got a little carried away, so sorry! x)

[Dezda]

My boy ;-;
Thank you, I'll link him up soon! (:

[Phönixfeder2000]

This horse was health tested!
Health: 6
Stamina: 8
Strength: 4
Speed: 7