[.Vetinater.]

Such a short, spunky mare,
She longs for a special human companion..
Will you be hers?

--Information--

Owner: SerenWish
Name: Enchantress Cassia; "Cassie"
Breed: Gypsy Vanner
Coat: Black Tobiano
Markings: 4 stockings, blaze
Eyes: Golden-brown
Hooves: Pale horn
Height: 14.0 hh
Gender: Mare

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[Gà.]

Marking for this beauty

[SerenWish]

Username: SerenWish
Mare's name: Enchantress Cassia (Cassie :3 Long name. XD Cassia means cinnamon, and is a Romani name.)
Poem/Short-story:

The road stretched out empty before me, silent sentiels taking up guard over their roots on either side. The soft golden light of morning glowed through the branches overhead, dappling the trod-down dirt with jigsaw pieces of light and shade. The silver-gray bark on the trees glowed faintly, their pale washed-out green leaves rattling faintly when a bit of wind stroked them. Aspen and silver birches they were, as the oaks, maples, and hickory did not take hold of the forest until one went deeper into their twisting deerpaths.

I had met no traffic that morning, no riders, walkers, or wagons, and that was fine by me. I had gotten up when the night sky was just turning pearly gray with the first stirrings of dawn, and had set off down the road. I’d been walking for a few hours now, trying to leave behind the stress and straighten out my thoughts. Just walking, letting my mind rest and sort all the thoughts that needed reviewing. It was good to get away into the peace of the walk. Let my feet just go onto automatic and carry me all the way along this road.

I had nearly bumped into a few trees when I had started out, so I had drifted out to the middle of the road, so that I almost missed the sudden branching path that appeared into the woods. It seemed to be made of wagon tracks, deep ruts in the soggy muddy soil. Curiosity won over the autopilot, and I turned onto it, despite telling myself that I needed to stay on the main road so I could find my way back easily.

I squelched through the mud with little difficulty, and peered around some shrubs as the path began to curve. I was met with a clearing that I had never seen before. There was a carpet of soft springy grass that had been tromped down flat, and a ceiling of leaves overhead, that allowed big patches of sunlight to soak through. It was a pretty place, but deathly quiet. There were the tell-tale signs of wagons, horses, and people, but it was nearly empty now. Only a worn-down old farm wagon stood on the opposite side of the clearing. Frowning a bit, I approached it, expecting to find it picked clean.

What I did not expect was to hear the heavy labored breathing of some creature under a great deal of stress. I peered around the corner, and was met with a sorry sight. The young patched horse lay there, her hide tied to the rear axle of the wagon, so that she could not lift her head much more than a few inches. She was forced onto her side, and splotchy patches of mud were coating her damp coat. Her eyes were rimmed with white as she stared at me, blowing heavily. The wagon wheels were fresh- she hadn’t been there more than since last night perhaps, but it was plenty long enough to make me want to rip apart whoever did this to her.

Her long mane and tail was tangled and had all matter of leaves and twigs tangled in it, and she had a few lacerations on her legs and sides from sharp stones and the like. She was young, two or three at the most, but the look in her eye made me think of a frightened little foal. She snorted sharply, and mouthed at the air nervously. I hurried around her, giving her legs a wide berth, and carefully crouched a few feet from her head. I did not wish to startle her, but I didn’t want her to spend a second longer like that. She might bolt upon being released, but I’d just have to hope for the best, as I didn’t have time to rush home.

Hurriedly I fished out the stump of a carrot, the remains of the treats I gave to quiet the other horses as I left early that morn. I gently held it up to her lips, to have her gobble it up almost immediately. Of course she was hungry- and most likely thirsty as well. My resolve was made up, as I yanked out the pocketknife my cousin insisted I carried- guess I should have thanked him!

I sawed through the rough rope, and the second it snapped free, I began to work it off her head, as she had a roughly crafted halter that had been rubbing into her fair face.

She lay there for a moment longer, as though she didn’t know that she was free yet, before getting to her hooves eagerly, shaking herself off, stumbling a bit from not being used to it. I gave her plenty of room, though I was still concerned about her bolting away.

I gazed over her broad tobaino markings, hints of feathering, and thick-set draft-like body, even at this young age. Who would throw away and misuse such a beautiful Gypsy Vanner? The dirtied mare snorted, glancing my way, and while I remained still to see if she would spook, I should not have worried so. She walked over, and gave my hand a little shove, a sweet light in her eyes, wanting another carrot. I quietly laughed and looped the rope gently around her neck as a lead, shaking my head. “We’ll get you something when we get back, huh?” She nudged me again, snorting quietly. “Okay! Okay! We’ll hurry!”

It would be a walk to get home, but it would also be one of the most wonderful walks in my life, to see that little nervous mare come alive and show her personable, spunky self.

[.Vetinater.]

Bump!

[Hemalily]

Hope its not too late!

Username: Gandalf the Grey
Mare's name: Tigan
Poem/Short-story:

A wandering soul
So lost, so lonely
Why have you gone this path?
Better are things
Far down the other
Whispers a person, bold

I do not care
I love to wander
I will not go that way
Dangerous things outsmart another
I will not fall and be prey
An answer returns, cold

Little poem explanation: Tigan is Romanian for Gypsy, the poem represents choices that the Gypsies make.

[Flowerdust]

Reserved until I get on my laptop ;3

[.Vetinater.]

This will be closed at the end of the day, EST time.
So you all have until then. c:

[SerenWish]

Edit: Okay, posted. My internet wasn't working last night, I hope that my entry can be accepted!

[.Vetinater.]

Username: SerenWish
Mare's name: Enchantress Cassia (Cassie :3 Long name. XD Cassia means cinnamon, and is a Romani name.)
Poem/Short-story:

The road stretched out empty before me, silent sentiels taking up guard over their roots on either side. The soft golden light of morning glowed through the branches overhead, dappling the trod-down dirt with jigsaw pieces of light and shade. The silver-gray bark on the trees glowed faintly, their pale washed-out green leaves rattling faintly when a bit of wind stroked them. Aspen and silver birches they were, as the oaks, maples, and hickory did not take hold of the forest until one went deeper into their twisting deerpaths.

I had met no traffic that morning, no riders, walkers, or wagons, and that was fine by me. I had gotten up when the night sky was just turning pearly gray with the first stirrings of dawn, and had set off down the road. I’d been walking for a few hours now, trying to leave behind the stress and straighten out my thoughts. Just walking, letting my mind rest and sort all the thoughts that needed reviewing. It was good to get away into the peace of the walk. Let my feet just go onto automatic and carry me all the way along this road.

I had nearly bumped into a few trees when I had started out, so I had drifted out to the middle of the road, so that I almost missed the sudden branching path that appeared into the woods. It seemed to be made of wagon tracks, deep ruts in the soggy muddy soil. Curiosity won over the autopilot, and I turned onto it, despite telling myself that I needed to stay on the main road so I could find my way back easily.

I squelched through the mud with little difficulty, and peered around some shrubs as the path began to curve. I was met with a clearing that I had never seen before. There was a carpet of soft springy grass that had been tromped down flat, and a ceiling of leaves overhead, that allowed big patches of sunlight to soak through. It was a pretty place, but deathly quiet. There were the tell-tale signs of wagons, horses, and people, but it was nearly empty now. Only a worn-down old farm wagon stood on the opposite side of the clearing. Frowning a bit, I approached it, expecting to find it picked clean.

What I did not expect was to hear the heavy labored breathing of some creature under a great deal of stress. I peered around the corner, and was met with a sorry sight. The young patched horse lay there, her hide tied to the rear axle of the wagon, so that she could not lift her head much more than a few inches. She was forced onto her side, and splotchy patches of mud were coating her damp coat. Her eyes were rimmed with white as she stared at me, blowing heavily. The wagon wheels were fresh- she hadn’t been there more than since last night perhaps, but it was plenty long enough to make me want to rip apart whoever did this to her.

Her long mane and tail was tangled and had all matter of leaves and twigs tangled in it, and she had a few lacerations on her legs and sides from sharp stones and the like. She was young, two or three at the most, but the look in her eye made me think of a frightened little foal. She snorted sharply, and mouthed at the air nervously. I hurried around her, giving her legs a wide berth, and carefully crouched a few feet from her head. I did not wish to startle her, but I didn’t want her to spend a second longer like that. She might bolt upon being released, but I’d just have to hope for the best, as I didn’t have time to rush home.

Hurriedly I fished out the stump of a carrot, the remains of the treats I gave to quiet the other horses as I left early that morn. I gently held it up to her lips, to have her gobble it up almost immediately. Of course she was hungry- and most likely thirsty as well. My resolve was made up, as I yanked out the pocketknife my cousin insisted I carried- guess I should have thanked him!

I sawed through the rough rope, and the second it snapped free, I began to work it off her head, as she had a roughly crafted halter that had been rubbing into her fair face.

She lay there for a moment longer, as though she didn’t know that she was free yet, before getting to her hooves eagerly, shaking herself off, stumbling a bit from not being used to it. I gave her plenty of room, though I was still concerned about her bolting away.

I gazed over her broad tobaino markings, hints of feathering, and thick-set draft-like body, even at this young age. Who would throw away and misuse such a beautiful Gypsy Vanner? The dirtied mare snorted, glancing my way, and while I remained still to see if she would spook, I should not have worried so. She walked over, and gave my hand a little shove, a sweet light in her eyes, wanting another carrot. I quietly laughed and looped the rope gently around her neck as a lead, shaking my head. “We’ll get you something when we get back, huh?” She nudged me again, snorting quietly. “Okay! Okay! We’ll hurry!”

It would be a walk to get home, but it would also be one of the most wonderful walks in my life, to see that little nervous mare come alive and show her personable, spunky self.

Congratulations on winning her! <3 Loved the story!!

[SerenWish]

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! *runs around in circles*


I'm so happy! Especially since I had to retype it three times!!