Owner: DarkestWerewolf
Show Name: Of Gold and Royalty
Barn Name: Prince
Gender: Stallion
Coat Color: ???
Gene: ???
Height: 16.3hh
Personality: Alert - Gentle - Cuddly - Mysterious - Cautious - Sensitive (you may add on)
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Backstory:
Prince was born to a stable where the owners were loaded with cash and were treated like royalty. He was born with a beautiful yet unexpected mix of both parents and quickly became the barn’s favourite. News of a unique foal soon spread and in a matter of days, reporters and paparazzi were coming into the barn to get a picture of him. However, both his parents were extremely protective of him and was willing to fend off paparazzis that got too near. Ice blue eyes and cherry blossom pink eyes fixated fiercely on the reporters deterred them from disturbing the foal further.
Prince grew up with the love from both his parents and it wasn’t long before they realised that he had a talent for jumping. A stable-helper found Prince jumping over some hay bales and was rather amused. He quickly reported it to the owner and they decided to give him a try with proper jumping poles. He cleared jumps that were almost impossible for his height and age. It was as if he soared through the sky. It wasn’t long before everyone gave Prince a nickname; Pegasus. It was as if he grew wings and soared over every obstacle. He was treated like royalty. They hired the best trainers, the best vets and the best farrier to care for him.
A few years passed and Prince was finally eligible to enter a competition for greenies. He was given special treatment to make sure he was in top shape for the competition and was even given gold shoes. His rider was the son of the stable’s owner who was also about to compete on his first competition. They were both nervous but the moment Prince flew across the first obstacle, confidence filled the two. He cleared every obstacle with ease and won first place. Soon after, they went on to win competition after competition. Prince was full of confidence and his rider had complete faith in him. However, many soon came to realise that Prince was still too young and wild. The son opposed this, stating that Prince was perfectly fine. Prince didn’t know any better and when approached by his parents, also denied the fact. They just looked on forlornly as the two kept practicing and prayed that nothing happens to either one.
However, one fateful competition ended it all for the young stallion. It was off to a great start for the two, everyone expected them to win. As the two turned to make another jump, Prince got a bit too wild and jumped too early despite the son’s command not to. The son had lost control of Prince. In the sudden jump, he slipped off the saddle. Prince had knocked down a pole and landed on the other side but something felt off, his rider wasn’t on him. He turned around and saw him curled into a ball. In mid-jump, Prince had accidentally kicked him in the stomach and chest. The crowd turned silent as medics rushed to the scene to access the situation. Prince was led away while the son was taken to the hospital.
The following week was blank. Prince was kept locked in his stall and only allowed out for a while, they gave him barely anything to eat as a form of punishment. The owners were discussing on what to do with him as their son had suffered a punctured lung and damages to some of his other organs. Prince’s parents couldn’t do anything but look on. Late one evening, a stable-hand came in and placed a bridle on him and covered his eyes with a black cloth. Prince found it odd as the horses are usually suppose to sleep by now. He was led out of his stall, out of the stable and out of the barn. He tried to resist but was pulled sharply and whipped. There were definitely about 3 stable-handlers around him. They walked for hours, he was dragged everywhere. Tall grass, mud, dirt coated his body completely. They walked for hours before he noticed that he was tied to something. By then, his movements were stiff from the dried mud that caked his body. The black cloth was removed from his eyes and the 3 figures disappeared into the night. He didn’t know where he was and it looked like it was about the storm.
Rain soon fell as he tried to neigh and signal for attention but all that came out were weak and barely audible neighs. Just as he was about to give up hope, someone came out and saw the poor stallion. He melted into the warmth of her hands but she quickly headed in. Soon after, more people came and brought him into the warmth of their barn.
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