[moonlit.]

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[Bella278436]

Username: Bella278436
Show Name (optional): Memories Never Fade
Name: Champ
Gender: Stallion
Colour: Silver Seal Bay (Ee/AtAt/ZZ)
Age: 3
Height: 16.1
How do they cope with their blindness? Champ wasn't always blind. Although, when he was a foal, he was told he had a chance of going blind from a gene both his mother and father had. When he was a yearling, Champ learned to enjoy life and the beauties in it when the news was told to him. For the rest of the time he knew he could lose his vision, he spent every second enjoying the beautiful world he lived in, all the colors and sights made a mental image in his head. Only after a short 3 months of knowing, he started to see signs of going blind. Slowly, Champs' vision worsened and worsened. His colorful world slowly narrowed, and narrowed. The colors he once knew faded away, forever lost in space. In a very active 2 months for Champ, as his owners wanted him to see everything he could before he lost his vision, he could no longer see.

Champ, whenever upset about his sight(although that rarely happens), always remember that some people and horses never could see in the beginning. The could, and would, never experience the full beauty that is life. He feels blessed that he could see when he was a colt. Although he cannot really see, a mental image of beautiful things are triggered with his different senses, which have now become much stronger, making it almost like he is reliving the memories, such as a bright rainbow against the clear blue sky with the sun in the corner casting a comforting glow on his face comes back whenever he feels the warm sun on his body. When it thunders, he remembers standing in his dark, damp stall, as beautiful strikes of yellow and blue lighting lit up the gloomy sky. A sweet sent of feed reminds him of galloping, looking down on his tiny hooves as he ran with the rest of the horses towards the morning feed. The green grass was a blur in his eyes, and it moved with extreme speed in his eyes, as the adult horses next to him stayed clear, their muscles, like his, easy to see working hard. Most important to Champ, is an image he pictures daily. The comforting snort or happy whinny of a horse reminds him of his beautiful, silver eyed mother. Her warm breath seemed to tickle on his face at the thought.

All day, despite no longer having his sight, Champ goes through his Mental Photo album, his reasoning for this name, Memories Never Fade unlike his sight did, which happens to be his show name. Before, his owners were going to call him Seeing Without Sight, and that was what they referred to him as. However, that was a name that didn't set too well with Champ, and the name Memories Never Fade, became his new one.

[defiance.]

Username: Risk.
Show Name (optional): Blind Prophet
Name: Prophet
Gender: Stallion
Colour: Silver Seal Bay (Ee/AtAt/ZZ)
Age: 9 years
Height: 14.1hh
How do they cope with their blindness?
Prophet has never considered his blindness to be a handicap. He's heard his name whispered in the shadows of hallways, from one rider to another, and even amongst the horses. He was kept in a corral, perfectly secluded from the others- safe. Safe from others, safe from himself, and isolated from the rest because he was different. His name in itself was a biting reminder of his difference to the rest of the horses at the barn, and perhaps he'd feel the nip every time it was spoken if he was more sensitive.
Fortunately for him, he's not.
Prophet was born blind, he's always been blind, and what he could see through his film covered eyes were grey smudges in a black canvas and that was as wide as his world was and would ever be. Color held no distinct meaning for him, the only two colors he had was black and grey of various shades. Shape held very little meaning for him as well, though as life went on he began to distinguish different things. For example- every fence more or less looked like the same grey smudge in his vision, and now he understood when his eyes perceived that smudge he was facing a fence. Of course it was all very ambiguous, he was blind, but it was something.
His hearing was sharper than average though, he could tell when a human stepped on dirt versus gravel, or when they had a rope halter versus a nylon one simply because of the way it sounded in their hands. So- Prophet coped and he coped well.
His blindness was not a handicap, not in his clear grey eyes like blown glass. His blindness was not a burden, but by no means did it make life easier. His blindness was put a single part of him, something he was born with and something he would die with and he copes as he will- by accepting it. He will never jump, and he will never dance across a show ring. He will never witness that flash of cameras as he crosses the liver pool, he'll never feel the rush of adrenaline through his bloodstream as his hooves beat down on a racing track. The sights of the forest on a trail would be lost to him, as well as the strangeness that is humans. But that doesn't mean he can't listen to all of this, the chirp of birds in the woods and the sound of cheering and of horses' hooves pounding on the race track. At least then, somewhere within the watery, murky and black depths of his own mind, he can do all those things and picture the crowd cheering out for him, and the photographer snapped his picture and that it was his hooves marking up the racetrack.

[heyheygirl101]

Username: heyheygirl101
Show Name (optional): Fighting in the Darkness
Name: Wisp
Gender: Mare
Colour: Silver Seal Bay (Ee/AtAt/ZZ)
Age: 8
Height: 13 hh
How do they cope with their blindness? their guide cat Cleo who sits in the specially made saddle cup for Wisp...

Wip

[feverrr]

Username: Flurr
Show Name (optional): Top Hats And Tails
Name: Bowtie
Gender: Stallion
Colour: Silver Seal Bay (Ee/AtAt/ZZ)
Age: Seven years old
Height:13hh
How do they cope with their blindness?
Bowtie is a very popular member of the herd because of his charisma, so he often has his halter tethered by a leadrope to another horse's halter, and the chosen buddy will help Bowtie around.
Other times, Bowtie will simply keep his muzzle on the fence lightly, and feel his way around.

[mooncakes]

Username: Sheperd
Show Name (optional): Hopeless Apologies
Name: Integrity
Gender: mare
Colour: Silver Seal Bay (Ee/AtAt/ZZ)
Age: five
Height: 14.2 hh
How do they cope with their blindness? Though Integrity is rather young, she's learned to deal with her disability by relying on her hearing. She is rather quiet since she focuses on listening to what's going on around her, and she is incredibly good at listening and remembering. Though she isn't extremely shy, she does have trust issues. She tends to get extremely anxious when in a place or area she is not familiar with, which is why she tends to follow at least one other tolter she trust well. That being said, Integrity is often found hanging around at least one other tolter. She isn't afraid to be alone, but she does get anxious.

[rook.]

Username: Rio_98
Show Name (optional): Parisian Ruffian
Name: Apache
Gender: Stallion
Colour: Silver Seal Bay (Ee/AtAt/ZZ)
Age: 4 years
Height: 14hh
How do they cope with their blindness? Over the years, Apache has gotten used to his disability. At first, he refused to moved, standing by the pasture fence and barely eating. One day though, a puppy named Lila wiggled under the fence and kept bugging Apache until he finally gave in and started playing with her. The two are now inseparable and Lila still helps him get around like she did that first day.

[Chronometer]

Username: Risk.
Show Name (optional): Blind Prophet
Name: Prophet
Gender: Stallion
Colour: Silver Seal Bay (Ee/AtAt/ZZ)
Age: 9 years
Height: 14.1hh
How do they cope with their blindness?
Prophet has never considered his blindness to be a handicap. He's heard his name whispered in the shadows of hallways, from one rider to another, and even amongst the horses. He was kept in a corral, perfectly secluded from the others- safe. Safe from others, safe from himself, and isolated from the rest because he was different. His name in itself was a biting reminder of his difference to the rest of the horses at the barn, and perhaps he'd feel the nip every time it was spoken if he was more sensitive.
Fortunately for him, he's not.
Prophet was born blind, he's always been blind, and what he could see through his film covered eyes were grey smudges in a black canvas and that was as wide as his world was and would ever be. Color held no distinct meaning for him, the only two colors he had was black and grey of various shades. Shape held very little meaning for him as well, though as life went on he began to distinguish different things. For example- every fence more or less looked like the same grey smudge in his vision, and now he understood when his eyes perceived that smudge he was facing a fence. Of course it was all very ambiguous, he was blind, but it was something.
His hearing was sharper than average though, he could tell when a human stepped on dirt versus gravel, or when they had a rope halter versus a nylon one simply because of the way it sounded in their hands. So- Prophet coped and he coped well.
His blindness was not a handicap, not in his clear grey eyes like blown glass. His blindness was not a burden, but by no means did it make life easier. His blindness was put a single part of him, something he was born with and something he would die with and he copes as he will- by accepting it. He will never jump, and he will never dance across a show ring. He will never witness that flash of cameras as he crosses the liver pool, he'll never feel the rush of adrenaline through his bloodstream as his hooves beat down on a racing track. The sights of the forest on a trail would be lost to him, as well as the strangeness that is humans. But that doesn't mean he can't listen to all of this, the chirp of birds in the woods and the sound of cheering and of horses' hooves pounding on the race track. At least then, somewhere within the watery, murky and black depths of his own mind, he can do all those things and picture the crowd cheering out for him, and the photographer snapped his picture and that it was his hooves marking up the racetrack.

Congrats!

I forgot to include the halter colour in the form, so please let me know what you'd like <3

[defiance.]

//squeals

thank you so much <3 could his halter be similar to this?