[.Vetinater.]

This Falabella is quite unique,
Both in coat, and in other ways.
There is more to him than what meets the eye~

--Information--

Owner: SerenWish
Name: Elementary Watson; "Watts" or "Ringmaster"
Breed: Falabella
Coat: Black Pintaloosa w/ blanket
Markings: Blanket; 2 socks.
Eyes: Brown
Hooves: Pale horn/Dark horn
Height: 6.8 hh
Gender: Stallion

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[pecan]

L Username: ---SenselessHorse
Show name/Call name: ---Sassafras/Sass
Gender: ---Female
Personality: ---Sassafras, or Sass for short, is what you will call 'shy, but not shy'. Sounds confusing? Well, she's shy and quiet most of the time, but she can be outspoken when she really needs to speak. She often blurts out what she is thinking when she speaks. She loves to help others and is really sweet, but sometimes her her shyness can get the better of her and she ends up ignoring the one in need.
Short-story: ---Sassafras nibbled on the clover patch and sighed, savouring the tangy sweetness in her mouth. Just as she nipped off the pink flower of a clover plant, something nudged her shoulder hard. She spun around and her heart started palpitating when she realised it was Big Ben, the shire horse. Standing at an intidimating height of 21hh, he made Sassafras shrink down to the size of an ant when he was standing next to her. "Sass," he boomed, scuffing the ground with a hoof the size of a dinner plate,"I need your help. My foal there--" he swung his head to the left, big brown eyes deep with worry--"is stuck in that mesh." Peering at the direction Big Ben had looked at, Sassafras saw a huge bay foal struggling in a rope net. Some human must have left it there, she thought, nibbling on her tail as she always did when thinking. Another Shire with a snow-white coat was frantically chewing on the ropes. From experience, Sassafras knew the ropes would not break easily. She was tempted to just trot away quietly, but she knew that the foal was precious to Big Ben after the loss of his previous foal, Pepper. She nodded and galloped over as fast as her legs could carry her. The foal let out a high-pitched whinny of alarm and continued flailing about. "Shh," Sassfras soothed. "I'm here to help." At her words, the foal stilled and waited as Sassafras untwined the ropes from the foal, slipping easily through the gaps because of her small size.

Big Ben cantered over and began covering the trembling foal with licks. "Thank you, Sass," he nickered, nuzzling her. "Um, no problem," she replied awkwardly, shuffling her hooves in a strange little dance. Oh no,she thought, biting her tail. I got a new habit!

[Lady Masquerade]

Username ; Lady Masquerade
Show name ; Mystic Dancer
Call name ; Dancer
Gender ; Mare
Personality ;
Short-story ;

work in progresss ;w;

[.Vetinater.]

Ker-Bump! :D

Extending the ending date a few days.. to give others a bit more time to look over their forms/present new entries.

[SerenWish]

Username: SerenWish
Show name/Call name: Elementary Watson "Watts" (or Ringmaster)
Gender: Stallion
Personality: Watts is a bright little stallion, and he likes to show it! He's clever and very logical, and even without the use of words he's always got a thoughtful, puzzled look on. He likes to be the center of attention- which is why he loves halter shows and preforming for crows. He had a fondness for children, especially girls, because he loves the attention and adoration that comes with it. He may seem stuck-up or haughty, but he's actually quite sweet-tempered, unless other horses tease or bully him- then he has a bit of a temper. He enjoys playing around, and doesn't seem to wish to grow up much of the time. He especially love "posing" for pictures, and doesn't spook easily at loud sounds or bright lights and colors- he is nervous around dogs however!
Short-story:
I am a master of the show ring. In fact, I'm pretty much the master of any fair I go to- I don't know why my owners don't just change my name to "Ringmaster" already! I'm not just skilled by myself- I'm great at leading and inspiring my fellow performers. I may be the lone Falabella, and the smallest of the group, but that doesn't mean I can't show those miniature horses and donkeys a thing or two about pleasing a crowd! Children clap at the sight of me, and even the other breeders are delighted with my rare pattern. Black and white is always a wonderful combination, but throw in a dash of speckles and patches, and you've got an award-winning combination!
Okay, so perhaps I praise myself a bit too much- in my defense, Falabellas do have slighter larger heads in proportion to their bodies. To be honest, there was a time in my life when I was shy. I was the bottom of the totem pole, nothing more than a muddy little colt in a field full of miniatures. I was the smallest of the small, and everyone seemed to think that I wasn't worth the time or effort. I may look cute, but from a young age, I've been prone to hoof troubles. Abscesses, thrush, hoof rot. I've been known to have it all. Everyone was so convinced between that and my diet, that I was sure to founder or colic, and that I wasn't worth the time. I was just "Watson" then, or sometimes just "Son". Even more than that though, sometimes I was just "black colt". I wasn't worth much, as the woman who had painstakingly prepared for my arrival was ill, and died shortly before my birth. Her children haphazardly cared for the animals, but they did not understand training, bloodlines, or potential. They just wanted to keep us alive until they could find someone to buy us.
There was a girl, a teen, who came to visit us sometime after school. She'd walk over through the mud, slide through the fence rails, and walk around, petting us, trying to get brambles out of our manes and work the mud out of our shaggy coats with her fingers. She liked all of us- but I was her favorite. She'd dote on me, sneaking me mints and carrots, giving me extra love-that I craved so much. It wasn't long before I was up for sale, and was going away to a boring old farm to just live there. But that girl, with cash clutched in hand, bought me just in time.
I went home with her, to a little barnyard full of goats and sheep. And she worked with me, one-on-one. I was so eager to please her- I'd do anything for her. We played games, and soon silly little games became tricks. Stuff like pawing the ground, bowing, stepping up on a box, waving a rag. It all became one big game. Soon her family and friends would watch, and before I knew it, she was dancing about, holding my halter as we boarded a trailer to a new place, a barn where I would be surrounded by others like myself. Trained horses and ponies, ready to make other people smile.
I am happier here than I ever have been. I make others laugh. We travel to see new places, people, and equines. I get lots of attention- I'm the star of the show. I'm not some little muddy colt all alone in the field. I'm special. I'm loved. I have an arsenal of tricks to my disposal. And every single one I owe to a sweet little girl, who now a grown-up girl, who loves me.

[tooru]

w.i.p
Username: dannys77
Show name/Call name: Mount Everest "Mountain"
Gender: Stallion
Personality: ---
Short-story: ---

[.Vetinater.]

Username: SerenWish
Show name/Call name: Elementary Watson "Watts" (or Ringmaster)
Gender: Stallion
Personality: Watts is a bright little stallion, and he likes to show it! He's clever and very logical, and even without the use of words he's always got a thoughtful, puzzled look on. He likes to be the center of attention- which is why he loves halter shows and preforming for crows. He had a fondness for children, especially girls, because he loves the attention and adoration that comes with it. He may seem stuck-up or haughty, but he's actually quite sweet-tempered, unless other horses tease or bully him- then he has a bit of a temper. He enjoys playing around, and doesn't seem to wish to grow up much of the time. He especially love "posing" for pictures, and doesn't spook easily at loud sounds or bright lights and colors- he is nervous around dogs however!
Short-story:
I am a master of the show ring. In fact, I'm pretty much the master of any fair I go to- I don't know why my owners don't just change my name to "Ringmaster" already! I'm not just skilled by myself- I'm great at leading and inspiring my fellow performers. I may be the lone Falabella, and the smallest of the group, but that doesn't mean I can't show those miniature horses and donkeys a thing or two about pleasing a crowd! Children clap at the sight of me, and even the other breeders are delighted with my rare pattern. Black and white is always a wonderful combination, but throw in a dash of speckles and patches, and you've got an award-winning combination!
Okay, so perhaps I praise myself a bit too much- in my defense, Falabellas do have slighter larger heads in proportion to their bodies. To be honest, there was a time in my life when I was shy. I was the bottom of the totem pole, nothing more than a muddy little colt in a field full of miniatures. I was the smallest of the small, and everyone seemed to think that I wasn't worth the time or effort. I may look cute, but from a young age, I've been prone to hoof troubles. Abscesses, thrush, hoof rot. I've been known to have it all. Everyone was so convinced between that and my diet, that I was sure to founder or colic, and that I wasn't worth the time. I was just "Watson" then, or sometimes just "Son". Even more than that though, sometimes I was just "black colt". I wasn't worth much, as the woman who had painstakingly prepared for my arrival was ill, and died shortly before my birth. Her children haphazardly cared for the animals, but they did not understand training, bloodlines, or potential. They just wanted to keep us alive until they could find someone to buy us.
There was a girl, a teen, who came to visit us sometime after school. She'd walk over through the mud, slide through the fence rails, and walk around, petting us, trying to get brambles out of our manes and work the mud out of our shaggy coats with her fingers. She liked all of us- but I was her favorite. She'd dote on me, sneaking me mints and carrots, giving me extra love-that I craved so much. It wasn't long before I was up for sale, and was going away to a boring old farm to just live there. But that girl, with cash clutched in hand, bought me just in time.
I went home with her, to a little barnyard full of goats and sheep. And she worked with me, one-on-one. I was so eager to please her- I'd do anything for her. We played games, and soon silly little games became tricks. Stuff like pawing the ground, bowing, stepping up on a box, waving a rag. It all became one big game. Soon her family and friends would watch, and before I knew it, she was dancing about, holding my halter as we boarded a trailer to a new place, a barn where I would be surrounded by others like myself. Trained horses and ponies, ready to make other people smile.
I am happier here than I ever have been. I make others laugh. We travel to see new places, people, and equines. I get lots of attention- I'm the star of the show. I'm not some little muddy colt all alone in the field. I'm special. I'm loved. I have an arsenal of tricks to my disposal. And every single one I owe to a sweet little girl, who now a grown-up girl, who loves me.

Congrats, Seren, you've won your little ringmaster! ;D I adored the story so much, and could picture it all so perfectly in my head. Beautiful work. ^^ Take good care of this little guy!

[SerenWish]

Congrats, Seren, you've won your little ringmaster! ;D I adored the story so much, and could picture it all so perfectly in my head. Beautiful work. ^^ Take good care of this little guy!

Thank you so much! I just adore him! My next horse from you won't be a black and white pinto though.... *coughs* XD But seriously, I adore my Watts/Watson/Ringmaster. ^____^ Eeeeh I'm just so glad you liked my story!