Pet's ID Tag:
83 - eighty three
Name:
Dawn of Destiny
Nick name:
Dawn
Gender:
Female - mare
Species:
Thoroughbred
Speciality:
Racing
Heritage:
Sire - Aspen Grove (2339) [retired racer]
Dam - Silver Sunshine [retired racer]
Height:
14hh
Age:
6 years
83 - eighty three
Name:
Dawn of Destiny
Nick name:
Dawn
Gender:
Female - mare
Species:
Thoroughbred
Speciality:
Racing
Heritage:
Sire - Aspen Grove (2339) [retired racer]
Dam - Silver Sunshine [retired racer]
Height:
14hh
Age:
6 years
Appearance:
By Spockylass * By Tasha999 * By laredo
Reason You Want It:
I want Dawn of Destiny because I love horses. I'm also rather loaded with complex designs and I would enjoy having a nice simple character who I can easily produce art of on a regular basis. I also think she looks beautiful how she is only two colours. Infact I'm certain she will be one of my most well used characters. I can also see her being a good little horse to be galloping around CS in my signature.
Destiny of Dawn:
Birth:
In the earliest days of spring Dawn of Destiny was born. At the time of her birth there was silence and the earth seemed to be frozen still. The soft breeze telling of the warmth to come brushed on her coat lightly. She opened her eyes and was alive. It was a huge relief for all who were involved. Not only had it taken many months to locate the desierable stud but her mother had suffered some blows from a club when theifs broke in one night. Dawn was ok and the clenched white fists of on lookers released. The little foal danced around then ripped a tuft of grass from the ground. The green blades were sweet but her interests were not in eating them, but in finding out what this strange wonder was.
Life as a Yearling:
Twelve months had passed since Dawn was born. The foal that had once seemed so perfect had grown to have an incorrect comformation. A man sat on the phone five miles away, clenching his fist. Aspen Grove was the best stud and this foal was like a fly dirt on a shining clan window. He vowed to get her turned into dog meat. Meanwhile an eager trainer who had finished his course of natural horsemanship worked her. Racing was a hard life and the horses had to train fast, live fast and die fast. For a lucky few they got to retire instead of die. He toiled for many hours attempting to break a perfect horse out of an out of proportion beast. Swear poured down his face. To an on looker it could be described as his hope dripping form his skin. But this was not so. For the young man had a mind as tough as steel and as weathered as an old leather boot. His training was of the highest standard. His fist remained clenched tightly on the lunge rope. This horse was going to be his prize.
Two year old:
The trainer who had worked himself half to death over Dawn kept her great temprement and gait a scecret. Sure her conformation was not the best but sure should she be sold for a mint. He sat sipping steaming coffee out of a cup one cold morning. There was a whisper inside. Dawn was to be sold. The auction was not publiscised. The dainty little mare, being a thoroughbred, had dropped plenty of weight in the winter and she looked a good stride out of condition. She trotted over to her trainer and gently laid her head on his lap. She was really quite naughty in that she would not settle for being rejected. She sought attention. She was not selfish but enjoyed the love of others.
The Auction:
Twenty people sat in the barn. This auction was nothing of great proportion. What the trainer hid was a rare gem worthy of a full house. The twenty people included Aspen Grove's owner, the trainer, a little girl and her father, an elderly couple, a farmer and sevral others looking for a cheap buy. The auction started at just one thousand. There were a few bids but once she exceeded 5k all but the trainer and Aspen's owner continued bidding. The trainer knew she was worth something and the competitor, a portly man in a white suit, knew she would cost him more to have this scar against Aspen's name.The auction raged on for many hours. The fat man started jumping up in five hundreds istead of one hundred like Dawn's trainer did. There was no doubting the fat man was rich, but a man whose soul has been stolen by a hooved beauty will stop at nothing. And so the trainer puffed out his chest and with a faital blow bid 20k, which was about a 10k leap from the last bid. This wasn't the most expensive horses could get in the area in which he lived. The fat man growled. He muttered something about useless scum and threw his hat on the ground, squishing it into the mud. The trainer leapt in the air then raced of to Dawn. He hugged his new mare, who at this time was called Dawn Pearl. He took her back out to the stable. She would stay there, waiting for the day he would reveal her great talent.
In the third year of life:
Silver Sunshine fell. It was a horro scene in the making. Her leg snapped like a twig. With her gone there were only a few shetlands and Dawn left. The breeder was falling to his knees. He told the trainer that it was over. They were broke and needed to sell the farm. The trainer sighed, almost as if he was going to break into tears. He pleaded and said that if he didn't have an idea in three day then the farm could be sold. And so it was shook upon. Dawn had grown an unbreakable loyalty to her trainer in this time. She followed him like a dog, happy as ever. He sat down on the deck and put his head on his knees. Blocking out the world with his arms he began to moan, a sad, heart broken cry. Dawn pricked her ears. She wanted him to be happy so she came over and nudged his head. He peeked at her. She shoved him again the leapt back. He got up and she stared, willing him to get on her back. And so he did. She seemed so bright and cheery considering her inevitable fait of having to be sold with the farm (as he could afford no other boarding). She still had her tack on and as she began moving he loosley fondeled her reigns as if he was not meant to be there. He shut his eyes. There was a rush of air and Dawn propelled forwards in a graceful gallop, carrying herself like a gentle summer breeze. Her trainer lifeted up his head. Seeing the scenery race past his heart paused for a second and then he let out a loud yell for sheer joy. They sped down the dusty driveway and when they got to the end Dawn whirled around and hurled back. When he hopped of her he whispered into her ear, in a rapid excitement that was incontainable. She almost made a smile as if to say 'told you so.' He kissed her nose then whispered 'I feel it now, you are at the dawn of discovering your true destiny.'
Fourth Year:
A short man got lifted onto her back. Dawn of Destiny as she was now named leapt forwards. Other horses whinnied and crashed against the walls of their starting block but Dawn stood, her heart beating clearly. It was her first race. In seconds she was off, like a silver bullet into the sunlit race track. She dropped behind and her trainer sighed at the side lines. There was spit flying everywhere, loud cheers and people placing bets. Just when it seemed like it was too late Dawn surged forwards like a missile. The crowd grew silent and all her trainer could hear was a steady heart beat, his own, as if it was beating out of his chest. Dawn pulled forwards and in what felt like slow motion pulled over the finish line, her whole body ahead of the next horse.Her trainer had to hear the people cheer her name before he could believe it. He raced straight for her, tears pouring down his face. He almost blacked out in the heat of the excitement. A few hours later they were back at the farm. Their hearts were both beating so loud they could barely hear his whispers. The farmer wated no time and had already found five more races she could enter soon. And so Dawn of Destiny rose to the challenge and her career kicked off. She could have suffered a horrible fait but luckily her trainer got her fresh food much more then needed and stayed with her for most of his life. Her food was poisonned a year into her career. She seemed thankful and seemed aware that she had a great trainer.
Five to six years:
Dawn of Destiny stood quietly by her trainer. After the next season of racing she was going to retire. She was turning six soon and she had accumulated what must have been close to a world record number of placings. She had made a man proud. Proud that no matter what it looks like a horse can always be great. After she retired her trainer planned on breeding her. Not many times to make lots of money, but once or twice, so as they could both share the joy of another generation of horses.
I, crazy cranky critter, understand that by adopting Dawn of Destiny I take full responsibility for her and will care for her as she deserves.
By Spockylass * By Tasha999 * By laredo
Reason You Want It:
I want Dawn of Destiny because I love horses. I'm also rather loaded with complex designs and I would enjoy having a nice simple character who I can easily produce art of on a regular basis. I also think she looks beautiful how she is only two colours. Infact I'm certain she will be one of my most well used characters. I can also see her being a good little horse to be galloping around CS in my signature.
Destiny of Dawn:
Birth:
In the earliest days of spring Dawn of Destiny was born. At the time of her birth there was silence and the earth seemed to be frozen still. The soft breeze telling of the warmth to come brushed on her coat lightly. She opened her eyes and was alive. It was a huge relief for all who were involved. Not only had it taken many months to locate the desierable stud but her mother had suffered some blows from a club when theifs broke in one night. Dawn was ok and the clenched white fists of on lookers released. The little foal danced around then ripped a tuft of grass from the ground. The green blades were sweet but her interests were not in eating them, but in finding out what this strange wonder was.
Life as a Yearling:
Twelve months had passed since Dawn was born. The foal that had once seemed so perfect had grown to have an incorrect comformation. A man sat on the phone five miles away, clenching his fist. Aspen Grove was the best stud and this foal was like a fly dirt on a shining clan window. He vowed to get her turned into dog meat. Meanwhile an eager trainer who had finished his course of natural horsemanship worked her. Racing was a hard life and the horses had to train fast, live fast and die fast. For a lucky few they got to retire instead of die. He toiled for many hours attempting to break a perfect horse out of an out of proportion beast. Swear poured down his face. To an on looker it could be described as his hope dripping form his skin. But this was not so. For the young man had a mind as tough as steel and as weathered as an old leather boot. His training was of the highest standard. His fist remained clenched tightly on the lunge rope. This horse was going to be his prize.
Two year old:
The trainer who had worked himself half to death over Dawn kept her great temprement and gait a scecret. Sure her conformation was not the best but sure should she be sold for a mint. He sat sipping steaming coffee out of a cup one cold morning. There was a whisper inside. Dawn was to be sold. The auction was not publiscised. The dainty little mare, being a thoroughbred, had dropped plenty of weight in the winter and she looked a good stride out of condition. She trotted over to her trainer and gently laid her head on his lap. She was really quite naughty in that she would not settle for being rejected. She sought attention. She was not selfish but enjoyed the love of others.
The Auction:
Twenty people sat in the barn. This auction was nothing of great proportion. What the trainer hid was a rare gem worthy of a full house. The twenty people included Aspen Grove's owner, the trainer, a little girl and her father, an elderly couple, a farmer and sevral others looking for a cheap buy. The auction started at just one thousand. There were a few bids but once she exceeded 5k all but the trainer and Aspen's owner continued bidding. The trainer knew she was worth something and the competitor, a portly man in a white suit, knew she would cost him more to have this scar against Aspen's name.The auction raged on for many hours. The fat man started jumping up in five hundreds istead of one hundred like Dawn's trainer did. There was no doubting the fat man was rich, but a man whose soul has been stolen by a hooved beauty will stop at nothing. And so the trainer puffed out his chest and with a faital blow bid 20k, which was about a 10k leap from the last bid. This wasn't the most expensive horses could get in the area in which he lived. The fat man growled. He muttered something about useless scum and threw his hat on the ground, squishing it into the mud. The trainer leapt in the air then raced of to Dawn. He hugged his new mare, who at this time was called Dawn Pearl. He took her back out to the stable. She would stay there, waiting for the day he would reveal her great talent.
In the third year of life:
Silver Sunshine fell. It was a horro scene in the making. Her leg snapped like a twig. With her gone there were only a few shetlands and Dawn left. The breeder was falling to his knees. He told the trainer that it was over. They were broke and needed to sell the farm. The trainer sighed, almost as if he was going to break into tears. He pleaded and said that if he didn't have an idea in three day then the farm could be sold. And so it was shook upon. Dawn had grown an unbreakable loyalty to her trainer in this time. She followed him like a dog, happy as ever. He sat down on the deck and put his head on his knees. Blocking out the world with his arms he began to moan, a sad, heart broken cry. Dawn pricked her ears. She wanted him to be happy so she came over and nudged his head. He peeked at her. She shoved him again the leapt back. He got up and she stared, willing him to get on her back. And so he did. She seemed so bright and cheery considering her inevitable fait of having to be sold with the farm (as he could afford no other boarding). She still had her tack on and as she began moving he loosley fondeled her reigns as if he was not meant to be there. He shut his eyes. There was a rush of air and Dawn propelled forwards in a graceful gallop, carrying herself like a gentle summer breeze. Her trainer lifeted up his head. Seeing the scenery race past his heart paused for a second and then he let out a loud yell for sheer joy. They sped down the dusty driveway and when they got to the end Dawn whirled around and hurled back. When he hopped of her he whispered into her ear, in a rapid excitement that was incontainable. She almost made a smile as if to say 'told you so.' He kissed her nose then whispered 'I feel it now, you are at the dawn of discovering your true destiny.'
Fourth Year:
A short man got lifted onto her back. Dawn of Destiny as she was now named leapt forwards. Other horses whinnied and crashed against the walls of their starting block but Dawn stood, her heart beating clearly. It was her first race. In seconds she was off, like a silver bullet into the sunlit race track. She dropped behind and her trainer sighed at the side lines. There was spit flying everywhere, loud cheers and people placing bets. Just when it seemed like it was too late Dawn surged forwards like a missile. The crowd grew silent and all her trainer could hear was a steady heart beat, his own, as if it was beating out of his chest. Dawn pulled forwards and in what felt like slow motion pulled over the finish line, her whole body ahead of the next horse.Her trainer had to hear the people cheer her name before he could believe it. He raced straight for her, tears pouring down his face. He almost blacked out in the heat of the excitement. A few hours later they were back at the farm. Their hearts were both beating so loud they could barely hear his whispers. The farmer wated no time and had already found five more races she could enter soon. And so Dawn of Destiny rose to the challenge and her career kicked off. She could have suffered a horrible fait but luckily her trainer got her fresh food much more then needed and stayed with her for most of his life. Her food was poisonned a year into her career. She seemed thankful and seemed aware that she had a great trainer.
Five to six years:
Dawn of Destiny stood quietly by her trainer. After the next season of racing she was going to retire. She was turning six soon and she had accumulated what must have been close to a world record number of placings. She had made a man proud. Proud that no matter what it looks like a horse can always be great. After she retired her trainer planned on breeding her. Not many times to make lots of money, but once or twice, so as they could both share the joy of another generation of horses.
I, crazy cranky critter, understand that by adopting Dawn of Destiny I take full responsibility for her and will care for her as she deserves.
