[cowgirlchrista]

a quickie before I go for my last day of Band Camp. [woohoo!]
for this one, give me a sweet memory of his that they enjoy dwelling on. (at least 400 words)

username; Obsessed
show name; It's All On Film
barn name; Cinema
gender; stallion
sire; foundation
dam; foundation

[ShadyBro]

Username; ShadyBro
Show Name; Blow Down The Doors
Barn Name; Smith
Gender; Stallion
Halter Color; Surprise Me!
Memory; It wasnt too long ago, or perhaps it was, I could never tell time the way most did, that I met the love of my life. I was a young thing, barely a year had passed I believe. My sweet old mother had grown sick and distant, as I was the last of her foals, and her time grew quickly to a close. I had never known my father, as most foals did not, as he was a stallion of a far away land, held captive on another ranch, far off in the distance. So there I was, alone, no friends or family to surround myself with. It was a dreary existence really. I didnt dare frolic and play as most foals would have, and as Im sure I was supposed to have been. I had no spirit in me, just darkness and despair. Yet, one day, when the sun shown over the horizon and the chill in the air had warmed itself to be almost bearable, she arrived. Frail and small, with a face as white as snow and eyes as blue as the sky itself, she shakily stepped out into the frost covered pasture. My master unclipped a lead from her little pink halter, and gently shooed her out towards me, a wide grin on his face. With fear in her eyes she tentatively walked over towards me, her copper flank shining in the morning light. Standing tall I approached her, sniffing at her fuzzy little mane and nosing her tense hide. I was overwhelmed with excitement as I bucked and reared, trotting in circles around her. At the time I didnt quite understand my feelings toward the little filly, but I know now that she was my saving grace. She pulled me out of the darkness I had wrapped myself in, and opened my eyes to a whole new world. For years we pranced and played together, as friends or more I will never know. What I do know is that it was the happiest time in my life, and I think of her fondly everyday, hoping that she too is thinking of me out there somewhere, beyond these gates and fence lines, over the horizon in which I one day hope to explore. I would find her, eventually. For now, I held my mind at bay, and replayed our first day together over and over again.
(400 Words Exactly <3)

[Obsessed]

Oooh pretty!

username; Obsessed
show name; It's All On Film
barn name; Cinema
gender; Stallion
halter color; Surprise!
memory;
(633 Words)

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Cinema’s sweet memory was the last day of summer with his mother. He knew by then that he would have to leave his home and family to be with new horses and family, but he still felt upset about it, because he didn’t know them. He knew his mother’s side and protection, and that was it.
So on that last summer day spent with the herd he had been born into and pressed rather obstinately against his mother, she suddenly threw her head up and flat-out sprinting across the field they had quietly been grazing in just moments before. Cinema followed her, of course, because he had always followed her and this was rather exciting.
At first he thought she was going to play with him, maybe tag, like she did sometimes. But she cleared the fence, skidded to a stop, and looked back at him with something between a laugh and a tease. Cinema has also skidded to a stop. Behind the fence. One of the first things he had learned (despite his mother’s legendary I-leave-when-I-want reputation) was that he was not allowed over the fences.
But their his mother was, so he wheeled around and charged towards the fence again, going over it a little awkwardly with legs still too long and body too small. From there he was once again at his mother’s side and she took off as though there had been no interruption. She galloped down a thin twisty trail, the sky that had been fading pink when they left now midnight blue, splattered with stars that he could occasionally see through the huge trees they ran beneath.
They left the trail as she showed him the marvels of the world outside the farm. They ran beneath trees, greeted long-legged deer. He played with a fawn for a short while before his mother’s call beckoned him to run on with her. They saw foxes and their cubs, and splashed through water that quietly trickled and reflected the moon and stars above.
She took him to a copse of willows and birches and Cinema didn’t need to be told that this was where he was born. It stirred some distant memory that delighted him. He romped as though he was still very small, and his mother conceded to play with him. The world that was once green and brown was bathed in silver light, a marvel and mystery, for Cinema had never been out at night. Most nights he was already sleeping in the barn.
New sights and smells greeted him instead of hay and other horses. Clear night air and the call of an owl were all new to him. He had never seen deer before, or all of the night creatures they passed, and flopped down on his side to roll in grass that was silver-green under the moon. All color seemed to have been bleached from the world, and he grazed to see if it would taste the same.
His mother told him a story that night, with he pressed against her side and a little cold and tired. It was a long story he can’t quite remember all of the details of, only the feeling of being bathed in moonlight next to her. It didn’t occur to him that this would be the last time. He was happy to have done this, and they galloped home at dawn, when the forest had returned to its natural colors and sounds and they heard nothing but birds coming back. Cinema even checked the water for stars.
But none could be found. Cinema was taken to a new home that day, and isn’t in the habit of jumping fences and running off all night, but he fondly remembers that night he did at his mother’s beck and call.
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[guilttripping]

username; Wentz
show name; Twilight Bittersweet Symphony
barn name; Symphony
gender; Stallion
halter color; Black
memory;

“One of my fondest memories was a time when I was a careless colt. Left to my own devices with a bunch of other colts. That summer was perfect.”
The golden haze outlined the five young bachelors as they galloped alongside each other. Yelling their vows to never forget each other. When colts grew to a certain age, they would be taken away from the field. Nothing bad happened and they knew it but leaving their friends was hard. As the five colts drew to a halt they lifted their noses to the sky. Today was the oldest colt, Fritz, was leaving as his friends had done before him. They remembered their best memories together. The low setting sun graced the colts with its dying warmth. The definition of perfect in Symphony’s mind. Then the bachelors set off again at a gallop as if in a few hours Fritz would still be here and the colt would be colts forever in this field. Careless and free, unknowing of the hard work laid out to be their life after that pasture. Their short tails flicked high and whinnies of enjoyment came from the small herd. They slowed to a trot as they came to their favourite small lake. As the sun set, they knew that it wouldn’t be long before Fritz was gone, the once usual lively colts went silent as they huddled to each other gazing into the glassy lake. All five of them, friends to the end. A band of brothers. Wherever they went after the field, they all hoped they would be together. A loud sigh came from the second oldest, Pete. Everyone turned to see what he was looking at… Night was setting in. The human would be here soon to take the colt away to his next part of his life. They lowered their heads.
“Don’t be sad. Enjoy the last few hours.” Symphony squeaked. All the colt turned to look at him.
“That’s right, we should be enjoying these precious moments together as a band of brothers.” Said Train, a young blue taffy. They pricked their ears and with excited neighs, they were off again. Playing, rearing and galloping. They were having the time of their lives. Soon the human was here to take away Fritz and all the colts huddled him and whispered their goodbyes and wishes of luck for his future and forever to be young.

403 words

[Obsessed]

Tiny month-iversary bump ♥

[cowgirlchrista]

Oooh pretty!

username; Obsessed
show name; It's All On Film
barn name; Cinema
gender; Stallion
halter color; Surprise!
memory;
(633 Words)

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Cinema’s sweet memory was the last day of summer with his mother. He knew by then that he would have to leave his home and family to be with new horses and family, but he still felt upset about it, because he didn’t know them. He knew his mother’s side and protection, and that was it.
So on that last summer day spent with the herd he had been born into and pressed rather obstinately against his mother, she suddenly threw her head up and flat-out sprinting across the field they had quietly been grazing in just moments before. Cinema followed her, of course, because he had always followed her and this was rather exciting.
At first he thought she was going to play with him, maybe tag, like she did sometimes. But she cleared the fence, skidded to a stop, and looked back at him with something between a laugh and a tease. Cinema has also skidded to a stop. Behind the fence. One of the first things he had learned (despite his mother’s legendary I-leave-when-I-want reputation) was that he was not allowed over the fences.
But their his mother was, so he wheeled around and charged towards the fence again, going over it a little awkwardly with legs still too long and body too small. From there he was once again at his mother’s side and she took off as though there had been no interruption. She galloped down a thin twisty trail, the sky that had been fading pink when they left now midnight blue, splattered with stars that he could occasionally see through the huge trees they ran beneath.
They left the trail as she showed him the marvels of the world outside the farm. They ran beneath trees, greeted long-legged deer. He played with a fawn for a short while before his mother’s call beckoned him to run on with her. They saw foxes and their cubs, and splashed through water that quietly trickled and reflected the moon and stars above.
She took him to a copse of willows and birches and Cinema didn’t need to be told that this was where he was born. It stirred some distant memory that delighted him. He romped as though he was still very small, and his mother conceded to play with him. The world that was once green and brown was bathed in silver light, a marvel and mystery, for Cinema had never been out at night. Most nights he was already sleeping in the barn.
New sights and smells greeted him instead of hay and other horses. Clear night air and the call of an owl were all new to him. He had never seen deer before, or all of the night creatures they passed, and flopped down on his side to roll in grass that was silver-green under the moon. All color seemed to have been bleached from the world, and he grazed to see if it would taste the same.
His mother told him a story that night, with he pressed against her side and a little cold and tired. It was a long story he can’t quite remember all of the details of, only the feeling of being bathed in moonlight next to her. It didn’t occur to him that this would be the last time. He was happy to have done this, and they galloped home at dawn, when the forest had returned to its natural colors and sounds and they heard nothing but birds coming back. Cinema even checked the water for stars.
But none could be found. Cinema was taken to a new home that day, and isn’t in the habit of jumping fences and running off all night, but he fondly remembers that night he did at his mother’s beck and call.
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this one really touched me. congrats

[Obsessed]

Oooooh wow! Can his halter be a surprise?