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Gender: stallion
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Breed:quarter horse, foundation bred
Why is his being retired and what your doing with him?:

Huge WIP

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Can we have an extension?? is Feb 4th okay??
Thanks!

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Owner;;
It's me again, full of hope and wishes at the moment! So yes, Dog-Trainer. No more rambling on, on with the form!
Name;;
Over The Moon (Moon)
Gender;;
Stallion
Height;;
He's 15.2 hh
Age;;
16
Breed:
quarter horse, foundation bred
Why is his being retired and what your doing with him?:
Deemed dangerous. Not wanted. Once inspirational. Now guilty. Can I change this horse's reputation?

It started, not long ago, on a dark night. Yes, I know, that's used on so many stories. But I say it like this because it wasn't his fault. Moon didn't make himself do the jump, his owner did. The decision that nearly cost Moon and his rider's life. They cantered up, Moon unwilling, rider determined, and the rose into the air, just as the lightning flashed and the thunder clapped. The rider shouldn't have made him do it.
The horse, mid air, spun, crashing to the ground with a squeal that ripped through the air.
The next thing Moon saw was flashing lights, angry faces and blood. That was it. He turned, trying to get away from this scene, and limped off, towards the forest. ''Oh no you don't!!'' the stable owner said, tugging harshly on his reins. He was dragged back to the stables, horses giving him the dead eye, stable hands not even batting an eyelid to the limping horse. He stood alone, un cared for, in his stable, his once sparkling blue coat spiraled into what seemed like eternal darkness. This went on - he fed on what he could find on the floor, a scrap of an oat, straw, anything, until he became dehydrated. He laid down in his stable and shut the world out.

It was on this day, a week and a half after the incident, when I arrived at the yard. I'd just come down to have a look at the horses, being the horse nut I am, when I came to his stable. There he was, disheveled to say the least, at the back of his stable. My hand went out to the lock and I walked in, keeping my head down, and trying not to frighten the marvelous, if ill, horse. He gives a weak nicker, when suddenly a voice comes from behind me. '' Oy! What you doing in there?!''

I wheel around, shocked, and see a man on crutches, arm in plaster. '' Stay away from that beast. He's bad news!'' he gruffly spoke, and I replied '' How? What happened?''. His face darkened '' Will you leave this monstrosity if I tell you?'' I said yes, and he told me the story. From his point of view. I didn't really believe much of it, so I questioned him. ''What are you doing with him now?'' He replied '' He'll stay in there, waste away, until the meat men come''. I gasped, and shouted, out loud ''No!!''. The man, taken back by my outburst, grumbled '' You know anyone else that'd want a lame, bad luck horse?'' ''Yes. Me. I'd like to take Moon to my yard. I'll keep him - retire him if he's lame. He'll have a good life and...'' the guy rolled his eyes. '' Fine! Just get him off of my property. Go!!''

I managed to rise the poor horse to his feet, and, after he had gobbled some oats I got him back to my place. He's now firm friends with my horses, and even though he's retired, I still do little kiddy rides at shows with him, and I've taught him lots of tricks, too.

My plans are to teach him more tricks, get him right up to full health and maybe even do a couple of in-hand shows. The past is a mystery, the present is a game and the future is to come.

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Well work kept me over today so winner will be posted tomorrow. But this is closed to new entries and editing is no longer allowed.

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Owner: SpartanAmethyst
Name: SA Reigning Aces; "Ace"
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15.3 hh
Age: 11 years
Breed: Quarter horse, foundation bred
Why is his being retired and what your doing with him?: He's being retired for an injury he recently received; during a stampede, a bull turned and gored his hindquarter. The wound was deep, but thankfully not severe. Combined with his age, the hands figured it best if they went ahead and retired him. In my care, he'd become a simple trail/pleasure horse; if he's strong enough, I might dabble him into a little bit of reining, though nothing extremely stressful. He'd also be used as a stud horse.

He would be a cute reiner ^.^