Arrows wrote:
The Script wrote:You could go distance, you can run the mile
[stating in advance, this boy is a dream for me, for sure. i'm in love with this gorgeous guy <3]
Owner: Arrows
Show Name: Hero To My Rescue
Barn Name: Lionheart
Gender: Stallion
Height: 14.3 HH
Age: Five
Personality: Lionheart is an optimistic and brave stallion. He is very inquisitive and open-minded. He has a big heart and is constantly trying to be a people-pleaser. He happens to be a bit of a thrill-seeker with a knack for getting into trouble. Lionheart is sometimes a bit overly proud. He has a wonderful sense of wonder and likes to learn. This stallion likes to always be doing something and likes to work. He is quite OCD, meaning he likes things in place. Lionheart tends to be very prepared and takes everything thrown at him head on. He often acts older than he is and is very poised.
Color: Sooty Dappled Dun
Breed: Aegidienberger
Behind the Name: "Lionheart" is a synonym to hero. I had no clue what to name this guy. I wanted something fitting. I have been writing up some names for future horses, and I found the show name "Hero To My Rescue" tucked away. However, I didn't have a barn name for the guy now! "Hero" was too simple and predictable - it's a nice name, just a bit overused. So I found a synonym - Lionheart - of course, I liked the sound and it seemed to be a decent fit to him.
Discipline: Lionheart is a lovely show jumper - he is quite good, as well, and it is his passion.
History: Born with prestigious bloodlines, Lionheart should've been sold for a high price and gone on to be a champ. His life didn't turn out as planned when he was bought at a yearling auction by a man obsessed with gambling. This man was certain and dead-set on training Lionheart to be a champion stallion. He however knew little about horses, and only had the money for one from gambling winnings. Luckily, the colt only spent a month there - an anti-animal abuse society found the colt neglected and confiscated him. When the organization finally retrieved his papers, they were surprised and confused on how such an incompetent man got such a prestigious horse. They kept and began to train Lionheart, only giving him foster homes occasionally. Four years later, Lionheart was a fine stallion ready to make his mark on the world. The owner of the organization deemed him ready for adoption, but didn't want him adopted out in Germany. The owner decided to not allow history repeat itself on his watch, so he made arrangements for Lionheart to head to America. From there, the owner had connections with some Cottonwood members, and it was soon agreed that CWHR would adopt the stallion out. The owner, about to part ways with the Lionheart, wished the horse luck and was promised that he would be safe and would be adopted out to a knowledgable and decent owner.
Story: Loaded onto a plane going to the US with his proper papers and other documentations, Lionheart was prepared for the journey of a lifetime.
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I am sweating and scared out of my wits - what's wrong with me? The zone I am in is dim and confining. I can't see much outside of my area. There is hay and water for me, and soft bedding. Feeling a bit dizzy, I try to close my eyes and am dimly aware of movement. It is slow, but the noise is thunderous. I glance around wild-eyed at the walls. The noise rumbles on as the movement accelerates, so much I feel myself pressed against the wall. Unable to get a clear sense of direction, I focus on my breathing and feel an upward motion.
It soon levels out, and, although still shaky, I feel a bit better. I cautiously drink, but decide against eating. I don't know how long I will be in here, nor how long I can stand it.
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It seems like a century has passed by the time the movement stops. We first curve down, then there are multiple bumps and the speed slows. I am thankful when it is all over. My small stall is opened and I am pulled out. The bright day first blinds me, and I resist until my eyes adjust, and my handler allows me to do so. I become infuriated when I am led to a trailer. More traveling? No thank you. I don't know where I am, but I am not getting in there.
A stranger gets out of the truck the trailer is hitched to while I throw my tantrum. She takes the rope from the handler and stands with a tight grip while I work out my problems. Finding myself going no where, I snort and stop to circle the lady holding me. I have my ears pinned, but she takes the rope and draws me closer to her. I strike at her, and she dodges and jerks the rope to scold me. I stop briefly, and in that time I find myself being stroked by the stranger.
She talks in a soothing voice that makes me want to fall asleep. I am so drained I have no energy to resist and flare out more anger. The lady pulls me closer to the trailer, and I try to weakly tug against but finally give up. I obediently load the trailer and watch her hook me onto a tie and close the barrier. Then she closes the trailer door and walks to her truck, past my window.
I realize there is a horse beside me and struggle to look at him. He is an older horse, and seems quiet. The horse exchanges a hello to me and gives me comfort. I feel safer with him there, although we do not speak much. I still feel his occasional tail flick and his flank and enjoy his presence. As the truck and trailer rumble off, I fall into a light sleep and shut out the noise.
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I awake when we stop and I hear the doors open. My lead rope is clipped on and the same lady takes me out of the trailer. We walk towards a huge barn with smaller barns and many other buildings. I can't imagine why I'm here. Once more I find the older male beside me, being walked by a different handler. I am taken into the largest barn and placed in a huge stall, between the same male and a quiet mare.
I am wide awake now, despite feeling a bit burnt out. I pace in the stall till my legs are jello and I feel half-dead. I take a long drink of water and eat some hay, but then sink to the sweet ground and sleep.
- - -
I awake to two feminine voices. I stand to find two ladies talking while watching me. I shake out my coat and cautiously walk to the stall window to get a better look. I recognize the woman from yesterday, but she stands with a new lady I don't know. The new person immediately comes to me and sticks out her hand. I sniff it, snort, and lower my head as if deeming her able to stroke me. She laughs a melodic laugh and pets me for a while while she continues the conversation with the other lady. I pick up on a few things.
"He's gorgeous," The new lady states.
"Oh, isn't he?" The woman from yesterday replies.
"Where'd he come from?"
"Gemany. I'm not sure why, but he was sent specifically to Cottonwood to be adopted out here."
"Why couldn't he just be adopted out there?"
"No clue. But I do know he'll be put up for adoption in a month."
"Hmm. Well, maybe I'll just have to come back, yes? It can't hurt to have another."
"Yes, why not? What's one more when you have, what, eighty-something?" The woman I first met laughs. The other lady winks at me. The two then walk off and their voices fade.
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I am checked on in regular intervals throughout the day. It's pretty boring, but I heard something about "quarantine".
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Two weeks later, I am set free in pasture with the older male from my first day and a stallion closer to my age. I enjoy the company and being able to eat and stretch my legs freely. It is a wonderful day.
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Two weeks after that, I have been settled into "Cottonwood" for a month now. I hear a lot about "Adoption Day" and wonder about it. I find out when I am led into a small crowd of people who jump at the sight of me. I spot the two woman from that day at my stall, and am placed at a small stall where people can see me.
A man speaks loudly to the crowd. "Welcome! Today, we have a very special stallions. He comes from Germany and is five years old. His bloodlines are wonderful, and he is indeed a purebred. This is Lionheart." The man gestures to me. "Official adoption papers are in the office, and you can pick them up. You can turn them in today or mail them by Friday. We will be deciding who Lionheart will be owned by in roughly two weeks. He will be in this stall for all to see him for only about thirty minutes. Good luck!"
I don't understand all of what he said, but I just know that I will soon have a forever home, I hope.
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Today is the day my new owner will be decided, I think. I am anxious myself, but haven't picked up much from anyone about my adoption. I don't know what will happen for sure, but I know it'll be another journey.
Theme Song: Hall Of Fame - The Script
The Script wrote:You could be the hero, you could get the gold
This was SOOO hard to judge guys, but I have come out with a winner!!
Arrows did not only do a wonderful job writing, but I thought the breed was more suitable for his coloring. It was a smaller breed than I was expecting this guy to be, but otherwise, I actually have heard of this breed and love it!
I learned about so many other breeds that I have never before, and this was quite a learning experience!
I know guys, I looked up German breeds, and their was hardly any that had a color range out of the basic bays, chestnuts, blacks, and greys. I guess the Germans like plain horses. Lol, I am 25% German and I LOVE appaloosas!
Anyway, I will be making a runner up horse in these lines for
TimeLord~Jedi ! She did an AMAZING job on writing, and I always enjoy her stories.
Also a huge shout out to
sjmaef5 and
t'challa.! You guys both wanted him so much and I feel bad that I can't make all of you one just like him(with a little differences), but I am so busy I can hardly put anything else on my plate! Please forgive me, and keep on trying! I loved the art and stories!!
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