[mewmew.]

Below you will see a fact about this gelding. To win him you must doing something based off of this fact. You can write a story, make art, ect.

This gelding seems to be skittish, especially in crowded, high stressed level situations like horse shows. But he shows signs of preforming extremely well in cross country and is wanted to be used as a show horse.

These guys usually range from 12.3Hh-14.2Hh (or .3 depending) and are strong little guys. They used to pul coal from mines, so they needed to have stamina of a quarter horse but power and accessibility- making them muscular and stout. So please when entering, enter by the standards of breed! Thanks all!<3

Username; Artyblonde
Show Name; First Sight of Snow
Barn Name; Snowy
Gender; Sterile, gelding.
Eye Color; teal
Height; 13.2
Dam; foundation
Sire; foundation
Foals;

[Artyblonde]

Username; Artyblonde
Show Name; First Sight of Snow
Barn Name; Snowy
Height; 13.2 hh
Story;
Snowy paced back and forth in his stall. It wasn't really his stall, though, because if it was that would mean he was at home, and everything would be okay. He wasn't at home, though. He was in an unfamiliar stall, in an unfamiliar barn, surrounded by unfamiliar horses. He could feel his nerves rattling, and his stomach growled. He looked longingly at the bucket of feed that his owner had left in his stall early this morning. He was hungry, but he didn't feel like eating. He gave a frustrated whinny, hoping his owner, wherever she was, would hear him and come back to him. She had left him alone in this weird, new place.
As if she had heard him, his owner appeared at the top of the aisle. She came into his stall, and he made a low whinny to tell her that he wasn't happy with her. She had brought the groom box in, and, ignoring his angry whinnies, began to brush him. As she did so, Snowy felt his worries dissipate. His human was here, and she was brushing him, and everything would be okay.

[feverdream]

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[kittylover12]

Username; kittylover12
Show Name; Echo of Flight
Barn Name; Eagle
Height; 13.3 hh
Extra; Eagle's ears twitched nervously while they waited for their first cross country competition. "It's alright, boy." His rider said as she leaned down to rub his neck, "This is just for practice" she smiled. As the time of the previous competitor was announced, Eagle cautiously entered the field and whinnied, terrified, looking at all the spectators. As they headed for the first jump, one of the spectators whistled and Eagle shied away from the jump. Steadying him with a gentle hand, Eagle's rider leaded him to the jump again and laid her hand on his neck, reassuring him. They flew over the jump with room to spare. Eagle's rider realized he just needed a bit of distraction from the crowd, she continued petting his neck toward the next jumps and cleared them all with no faults. As the ribbons were handed out after the competition, she walked forward, stunned, with Eagle to accept the forth place ribbon. She grinned and clipped the yellow ribbon on Eagle's halter. Maybe he did have potential after all.

[Rescue2001]

Username; tomijojo
Show Name; black pearl
Barn Name; zark
Height; 12.5hh
Extra; during each competition he goes on he has to wear a certain saddle blanket this saddle blanket belonged to his mother ( who died when he was about 1 1/2 years old ) if he is not wearing this saddle blanket he dosent perform very well and gets way more skittisher on the course

[Lady_Novianti]

Username; Veni Vidi Cepi
Show Name; Systematic Failure
Barn Name; Master
Height; 14 hh
Extra;

The field had been cast in a dark shadow. A few horses shifted unevenly while grazing the grass. A few moved around, looking for grass still somewhat in the sun, but ended up staying near the herd, as they came to no avail. An almost pure white gelding trotted across the field, looking for the only place he called home. As he walked, a squirrel jumped out form beneath a bush, causing him to jump. He started off in a wild frenzy and ran straight through the calm grazing herd, in turn causing them to flee. Up ahead, the fence grew closer. "Master! Master slow down! Its ok!" His owner shouted out the door. It was too late. His hoofs beat the ground one last time before his whole body was soaring over the fence. It was like he had wings of his own. Pound! Master's hooves hit the ground with a force. He forced off his front hooves, and his back hooves sprung him forwards. Up over the hill, he ran. The sun, now almost set, caused his whole body to become a pure black shadow. He stood on top of the hill, proud of himself. His owner galloped over on one of the mares in the herd. She hooked a rope onto his halter, and led him back to the group.
The group proceeded to herd themselves into the corresponding stalls. Master trotted into his. He shifted nervously. He know he wasn't going to be there all night. Beth, as he now knew her name from one of the mares, hooked all the stalls shut. As her heard her leave, he did what he had practiced so many times before. Click He flipped the lock open. He was now out of his stall, free do do whatever he wanted. He broke into the hay pile, and at most of it. He continued to trot outside, where he easily sailed over the fence. He ran farther and faster this time, only to find a small dirt trail. He followed it, and found a small jump. He turned around, ran, and sailed over the jump. The freedom sent him even farther. He was running, no Galloping over the jumps, not faltering once. He heard an unfamiliar sound. Pounding hooves on dirt. His ears flicked back, and he ran as fast as he could. Jump, Jump, Jump until he reached a grandstand full of people. Terrified, he turned in circles. Other horses with riders slowed as they reached him. He was kicking, bucking, fighting air. People looked around, but it was too dark to see any saddle on his back. Another rider moved over and calmed him down.
Beth wasn't happy. She double locked his stall, and kept him in a higher fenced area. Training would come soon, he knew, but how soon?

Dun Dun DUNNNNNNNNNN

[mewmew.]

Username; Artyblonde
Show Name; First Sight of Snow
Barn Name; Snowy
Height; 13.2 hh
Story;
Snowy paced back and forth in his stall. It wasn't really his stall, though, because if it was that would mean he was at home, and everything would be okay. He wasn't at home, though. He was in an unfamiliar stall, in an unfamiliar barn, surrounded by unfamiliar horses. He could feel his nerves rattling, and his stomach growled. He looked longingly at the bucket of feed that his owner had left in his stall early this morning. He was hungry, but he didn't feel like eating. He gave a frustrated whinny, hoping his owner, wherever she was, would hear him and come back to him. She had left him alone in this weird, new place.
As if she had heard him, his owner appeared at the top of the aisle. She came into his stall, and he made a low whinny to tell her that he wasn't happy with her. She had brought the groom box in, and, ignoring his angry whinnies, began to brush him. As she did so, Snowy felt his worries dissipate. His human was here, and she was brushing him, and everything would be okay.

Congrats !

[Artyblonde]

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