Coloré wrote:
үσυ мυsт sεε тняσυgн тнε sтσям тσ sυяvιvε...
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σωηεя;;
Coloré
I am Coloré, one of the people trying out for this boy.
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See Through The Storm
Chosen because his patterns remind me of rain and dark clouds.
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Vision
As soon as I saw him I thought it suited him perfectly.
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Stallion
He will be used for breeding's.
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Spanish Mustang
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Seven Years
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Blue Roan Dun Brindle Paint
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His specialty is Barrel racing, but he does enjoy some other Western style sports.
He used to belong to a riding school and teach beginners, but is now showed and used for trail riding.
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People would describe him as a storm. Always active, playful, determined, confident, fiery, excitable, joyful and childish. He is a completely different horse when riding though, as he knows he must behave. He changes to a calm, obedient, experienced and patient horse when riding, who is used for beginners.
He is pretty much the perfect horse! Never disobedient, snappy, moody, cranky etc.
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He was born at a stud farm until he was four and sold to a horse riding school where he was broken in. He lived there for two years before the accident and then was taken in by the girl he saved. He has had a simple, easy going life.
sтσяү;;
The girls eyes lit up. "Wow!" she exclaimed with surprise when she saw him. "This is Vision, one of our best horses." said the riding instructor. "Can I ride him instead?" said the the little girl, eyes still gazing at him in amazement. Vision guessed her to be about eight or nine and he sensed her warmth and kindness. He had seen her before and heard the instructor refer to her as "Amy". "He might be a little to big for you... Why don't want to ride Honey?" she said to Amy, tilting her head towards the little palomino pony tacked in pink. "I like him!" she said, sounding a little disappointed. "Oh, okay then."
Vision heard the giggle of Amy who was now mounted on his back. She could barely ride him as he was so big, but she managed as she was a quite experienced beginner. First they did some exercises inside the arena, then they walked to the outside gate. They started down the trail that took them into the bush and after about thirty minutes they broke into a trot until they got to the lake. Amy and the instructor dismounted and walked over to the lake to rest for a bit while Vision grazed with the instructors old bay mare. The lake was unnaturally still, but still very deadly. Vision remembered how deep it was from when he crossed it with his more experienced rider, Molly. Vision started watching Amy as she walked to the edge of the lake.
There was a shrill scream which hurt Visions ears and he instantly scanned the clearing for the cause, but all he saw was a splash. He ran over to the waters edge, but saw nothing. Before Vision knew it he was sliding in the mud and into the icy water. He let out a squeal as he felt something latch onto him and started swimming down the lake to get away, but it wouldn't let go.
A far way down he could finally reach the bottom and he struggled to find his feet as he was so weak from the cold and trying to keep afloat. As he came out of the water something pushed his back down and at that moment he realized that it was Amy. He heard the instructor yelling out their names and the whinny of the old bay mare calling to Vision. He didn't have the strength to call back, and Amy was unconscious so he slowly started down the path back to the riding school.
As he got there he saw the instructor had beaten them back. She ran up pulling Amy off my back and leaving Vision in the cold. Vision was starting to stress, as he heard multiple sirens and flashing of red and blue. After a while the instructor removed the tack, rugged and fed him before she told him he was a good boy.
three weeks later Amy returned. A man came and roped Vision, leading him into a horse box. The journey was quite long, but when he got out Amy took him for a ride. He was washed and brushed before a mane came and took a picture of Vision and Amy to put in the papers. Vision has been living with Amy ever since he saved her.
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Storm Chaser
The legend of the horse started on an ancient battleground on a stormy day. The two tribes were preparing for battle. The first was well equipped and the second didn't have much. The Storm chaser was in the second tribe. He was slapped and smeared with painted war symbols. He was mounted by a heavy man and pushed onto the battleground. The sky was dark and white roots fell from the heavens down to earth which made a deadly sound that made his ears ring. He was pushed on into the battle with battle cries sounding all around him. Horses were everywhere on the ground, either dieing or dead but most were pushed onwards. just as he had almost reached the enemy hoard, a large bolt of lighting hit about three meters in front of him. He reared up with a deafening screech, throwing his rider off. As the rider fell, his wooden spike hit the horse in the rump, sending him forward. The horse ran up a hill outside of the battleground and turned to see his riders neck being slashed. He reared up, preparing to turn and run the opposite direction, when the lightning struck him.
Many legends of the horse guiding the lost through storms and into safety have been told, and he has been sighted chasing the storms to distant lands...
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Written by Coloré
See Through The Storm
The storm will not forever rage on,
Birds will soon sing their song,
It rains down upon us,
The thunder sounds so near.
But the warmth will come again,
Just keep on the track,
We will find our way,
A better day will come.
We don't need to fear,
The storm will not harm us,
Just stick together,
And then we can see through the storm.
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Carrots
Sugar
Riding
Jumping
Children
Foals
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Apples
Hair braided
Standing still
Being told off
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Vision was born on a stud farm and his parents weren't really identified, but his mate (or favorite mare I guess) is Vintage Butterfly, my dapple grey Andalusian that I won and I now my favorite mare too. C= His friends are Miracle Masterpiece, Silver Rain, Wisdom and New Light.
ωнү sнσυℓ∂ үσυ gιvε нιм тσ мε?;;
I don't mean this comparing to others or anything, but mainly why I want him and what I will do with him.
If I won him he would be my favorite stallion and I would pair him with my favorite mare, Vintage Butterfly. He would probably even be my favorite Cottonwood horse. He would be the horse I turn to for breeding's, as I believe that he would give good offspring. Being my favorite he would have art done by me and commissions done for him. He would go at the top of my Cottonwood Horses thread and will forever be loved, though I believe many other people would want him the same as I do, so I wish them luck. So, as you see he would have a good home and will be of great use for me. Thanks for the opportunity!
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My favorite character would be Alex from the books "Ashes" and "Shadows" by Ilsa J. Bick.
The books are about a teenage girl (Alex who seventeen I think...) who survives an electromagnetic bomb which changes most of the humans into zombies (which they call "The Changed" and also "Chuckies") which are stronger and faster that the survivors. She meets this guy called Tom in the early stages of the first book and falls in love with him (also a little girl called Ellie) and they find this rangers house. They decide to hit the road with a truck that was left there, but soon get their stuff stolen by some other survivors who also take Ellie and shoot Tom. They find a shop and Alex leaves Tom there to find help. She finds this village and this other guy called Chris who she falls in love with also but leaves about a month later (I think) but she finds a feeding ground where the village fed the Changed and feels betrayed and such. Some Changed catch her and keep her stocked with some other people for future eating and Chris along with two others go to find her. Tom gets with these other people and plan to blow up this mine which is like a base for the Changed while on his way to find Alex. They take Alex into the mine and that's what I have read up to so far... (about halfway through the second book.)
I can't really remember what she's like as I haven't read the book in a while...
Sorry for the long description!^^ Its pretty much a zombie apocalypse/romance trilogy and I recommend reading them. Also, Alex is alone pretty much alone most of the time so she usually has thoughts, so they are what I am going to quote:“Run, she told herself. Run, you idiot, run.
But she didn't. She couldn't. She just... couldn't.”“Those brain-zapped kids weren’t the only - or maybe even the worst - enemy.”"You're a liar. Your friend begged you, and you couldn't do it.
I know you're a soldier, Tom, but you're not a killer, and neither am I."
Apologies is they are by another character in the book, I have a terrible memory.
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