[all patched up]

Ok, so Potato. made this adoptable. Extras will increase your chances. Potato. will choose who wins.

Owner: resolution
Show Name: Missed a Spot
Barn Name: Mister
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Spotted Draft Horse
Colouration: Blood Bay Tovero
Story: You walk down an aisle of stalls, various colors, shapes in sizes of horses in each one, your eyes flitting from each side at the equines laying down, nickering, and munching on hay. You finally stop at the end of the aisle, at a dimly lit stall that held a magnificent tovero stallion, feathered legs tucked neatly underneath of him, and he even just only lifts his head to look at you, his blue eyes shining with confidence and patience. Suddenly, a voice sounds behind you, and you turn around to see a small thin girl, her hair tied back in show ribbons, and even a buttoned up show coat on;
"You like that horse, right? He was my horse, but I just wish I could have that last ride one more time,"
Your face twists into a muddle of confusion. How a girl this small would look on such a huge stallion was almost unimaginable, especially with her thin demeanor. You turn back around to take a glance at the blood bay draft, but when you go to speak to the girl again, she's gone, and there's no sight of her running down the aisle or hiding in the straw. Slightly bewildered, you look back at the horse, and a whirlwind of memories take over your mind. A smaller horse, almost an exact replica of the one in front of you galloped seamlessly in huge bounding leaps with a small girl with braids sticking solidly to his bare back, small muddy hands clutching his mane. There was fire all behind him, whipping around in uncontrollable waves. Though, despite the drastic situations, the stallion still ran, faster, faster until all that was left was a dry field of corn around the two, the wild fire now nothing more than a mere puff of smoke around them. But still you could tell something was not right, not right at all. As the rich bay stallion lay down, you can't help but notice the girl had slid off his back, motionless now, laying still with her eyes shut. He placed his muzzle on top of her chest, then let out a long, loud neigh, the kind that signified that it was over now. Then everything faded and went black, but a few words echo in your head:

I just wish I could have that last ride one more time...

[shadow59]

Owner: shadow59
Show Name: dancing dameer (dameer means secret thought)
Barn Name: diablo
Gender: Stallion
Breed: spotted draft horse
Colouration: Blood Bay Tovero
Story: Diablo's mother passed away soon after giving birth to her foal. he was an orphan, but well cared for. he was found by dam called shasta , a gypsy Horse who cared for him as if he were her own. But after Shasta had another foal, when Diablo was almost a year old, Shasta then took care of her new foal instead of diablo and so the owners of the stables had to take Diablo away from the sweet mare so that Shasta's foal would grow up with his mother alone. Diablo was motherless and again, on his own. Until a young girl came along and found him there. Her father was the owner of the stables, so naturally she asked him if she could train diablo. Though she was only twelve years old, she was an experienced rider and didn't need much help from her father to care for him. Diablo grew to love the girl, and they were inseparable. They began to enter shows, and that was when people began to realize Diablo's talent. They came to the girl's father with large offers of money, but the father turned them down. He recognized the link between his daughter and the stallion and wouldn't let it be broken by money and greed. The girl trained Diablo well but realized it was time for him to be put up for adoption, and helped the stallion understand. They'd always be together in there hearts.

poem: poem about wild horses
Aloft the wind
I ride the night sky
I see the world through a much different eye

Power, beauty
Strength and grace
I feel the spirits of ancestral space

Pride of herd
Sisters and brothers
I live ever watchful standing by others

A kaleidoscope of colors
No two ever the same
The short, the tall, the long of mane

I know the chance
I know the fear
I live on the edge for death crouches near

On my back I carry a load
Through storm and calm
Ever vigilant and bold

I have died in battle
Killed by man
Hunted by predator as I roamed the land

No more room
Not enough grazing
Captured, shot, sold by pound on bills of lading

Yet I survive
Sometimes an insurmountable course
I am feral, I am Wild Horse

[resolution]

Owner: resolution
Show Name: Missed a Spot
Barn Name: Mister
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Spotted Draft Horse
Colouration: Blood Bay Tovero
Story: You walk down an aisle of stalls, various colors, shapes in sizes of horses in each one, your eyes flitting from each side at the equines laying down, nickering, and munching on hay. You finally stop at the end of the aisle, at a dimly lit stall that held a magnificent tovero stallion, feathered legs tucked neatly underneath of him, and he even just only lifts his head to look at you, his blue eyes shining with confidence and patience. Suddenly, a voice sounds behind you, and you turn around to see a small thin girl, her hair tied back in show ribbons, and even a buttoned up show coat on;
"You like that horse, right? He was my horse, but I just wish I could have that last ride one more time,"
Your face twists into a muddle of confusion. How a girl this small would look on such a huge stallion was almost unimaginable, especially with her thin demeanor. You turn back around to take a glance at the blood bay draft, but when you go to speak to the girl again, she's gone, and there's no sight of her running down the aisle or hiding in the straw. Slightly bewildered, you look back at the horse, and a whirlwind of memories take over your mind. A smaller horse, almost an exact replica of the one in front of you galloped seamlessly in huge bounding leaps with a small girl with braids sticking solidly to his bare back, small muddy hands clutching his mane. There was fire all behind him, whipping around in uncontrollable waves. Though, despite the drastic situations, the stallion still ran, faster, faster until all that was left was a dry field of corn around the two, the wild fire now nothing more than a mere puff of smoke around them. But still you could tell something was not right, not right at all. As the rich bay stallion lay down, you can't help but notice the girl had slid off his back, motionless now, laying still with her eyes shut. He placed his muzzle on top of her chest, then let out a long, loud neigh, the kind that signified that it was over now. Then everything faded and went black, but a few words echo in your head:

I just wish I could have that last ride one more time...

[Hemalily]

Owner: Hemapoinsettia
Show Name: Cross Check's Mixed Well
Barn Name: Styr
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Saddlebred x Ardennes
Colouration: Blood Bay Tovero
Story: WIP

[Potato.]

bump o n o

[all patched up]

C'mon! We need some finished forms. C:

[warmblxxd]

Owner: pupstar200
Show Name: Shot with an Arrow
Barn Name: Cupid
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Belgian x Paint
Colouration: Blood Bay Tovero
Story:
I walk into a new barn, having been to three other stables and leaving, I was quite nervous. I calm down as i smell the familiar smells of a farm and see the horses heads hanging out of their stalls. Looking at each horse, One horse catches my eye. I give him a pat, and out of nowhere the trainer came up next to me. "this here is Cupid" She says with a smile. Nervously I say, "he's Gorgeous." "Well if ya like him, He's for sale" She says as she walks into a large tack room. The trainer grabs a saddle and plops it down on cupid's stall. "My name is Miss. Jamie, By the way," She says as she ducks into the tack room again. This time she bring out the bridle. I Smile and ask if i will be riding him. "Sure, why not?" She says kindly. I walk into the stall and see the big horse Look at me with hay sticking out of his mouth. His big brown eyes comfort me, and i pet him. I grab the saddle and pad, and carefully put them on his back.I was looking for a new horse, and he seemed right. I slip on the bridle and walk him into the aisle. Miss. Jamie stands up and walks with me to the arena. "Whats your name agin?" she asks politely. "Elizabeth" I reply.
Major WIP

[henley]

Owner: Ismene
Show Name: Red Rover
Barn Name: Red
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Spotted Draft Horse
Colouration: Blood Bay Tovero
Story:

As I turned off the ignition of my ford, the sun was already setting behind the hills ahead of me. I step out gleefully and slam the door. I'd been called by a friend of mine alerting me to a draft horse for sale at a ranch that was going under. With my extreme adoration for drafts, I could not resist taking the stallion. I had been told he was a blood bay tovero of unknown heritage, so I was immidently drawn in with the prospect of adding some color to my farm.

I ambled down the dirt path in the direction of the stables. As I neared them, I saw a young boy leaning against the outside on his phone. It took a light throat-clearing for him to even notice me, but when he did he smiled a toothy grin. I smiled in return but he spoke first "You Izmayknee?" He barked with a southern twang. "Yes." I replied "Ismene, thats me." He nodded and began to skip away, "He's in there, Red Rover is his name. He's the only un left so ya shouldn't have toruble findin' him."

I smile wider and peek my head around the corner and through the door, at the end of a long hallway I saw a yellow halter hanging from a stall hook. I loped there a light speed, incredibly excited to see him. As I finally came to the door, I dug in my heels and slid to a stop. Clucking lightly I tapped on the door, "Red?" I said, reading the name plate. For a few moments it was silent, but then like the first strike of lightening in a thunder storm, a gigantic horse head popped through the viewer followed by a loud bang as he ran his entire hugeness against the door. I stumbled back and nearly fell flat on my behind, before I looking up into those big blue eyes, laughing. "I guess thats why they call you Red Rover!"

[all patched up]

When would you like to finish this, Potato? Just wanting an estimate.C;

[Potato.]

Let's end this on Monday. c: