Username;; SpartanAmethyst
Show Name: ARR Waiting for Superman
Barn Name: Dalvir
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5 yrs
Height: 16.2hh
Halter: Surprise me
Discipline: Western Reining, barrel racing, cutting
Competition: "I just don't know what to do; this kind of behavior is totally unnacceptable," Niabi murmured, leaning against the fence defeatedly. Amethyst, the owner of the aptly named Amethyst Ridge Ranch, stood next to her, watching one of their newest Euphorian colts aggressively steal and hoard the biscuits they'd given out to the other yearlings that morning. He had them stacked in a neat little pile and was moving them, one by one, to the back of the pasture, all while kicking and biting at any of the other yearlings that came too close to his prize. "I mean, I don't even understand
why he's doing it. He's not aggressive with any other kind of food or treat, nor when they're playing or getting attention. It's
only with these biscuits!" She exclaimed, holding up the offending container of her homemade treats.
"Maybe they're just that good," Amethyst chuckled, earning an irritated glare from Niabi as she snuck a biscuit to one of the nearest yearlings, a young mare named
Fae. "What I'm more impressed about it the fact that he eats all of those cookies, and hasn't put on any extra weight; he must have one hell of a metabolism."
"But if he's the one eating them, why does he move them all of the way to the back of the pasture instead of just scarfing them down immediately?" Niabi questioned.
"Good point," Amethyst said, watching the colt continue his project. "I'll hang around and see what I can discover. Want to go with me, or are you still working with the other yearlings?"
"I can take a break," Niabi said. "There's only two left to deworm, and I'll take care of them before we put them in for the night."
For the better part of an hour, the two women mirrored his path on the outside of the fence, speaking softly as not to disturb him. He never once got distracted, nor broke from his project; one by one the biscuits were slowly moved until they reached the farthest rear corner of the paddock, just behind the timberline at the base of the mountain. There, something amazing happened: The two watched as Dalvir carefully began to move the biscuits outside of the pasture fence, near to a heavily concealed thicket. Suddenly a little black and white face appeared out of the emerald leaves there, gingerly taking a biscuit and disappearing again. Both Amethyst and Niabi looked at each other in shock; he hadn't been eating all of those cookies. He'd been bringing them to a friend. But this wasn't an Amethyst Ridge horse; where did the little one come from? Slowly Niabi and Amethyst approached the thicket, where they found a little splashed filly hiding in the foliage. She looked up at the humans in terror; the poor thing was covered in cuts and gashes, bruises were visible through her white markings, and one of her forelegs looked broken. Amethyst's heart broke, and she quickly sent Niabi to get the medical cart and a stretcher. Above all else, she needed medical help, now. Amethyst stayed to build a bond with the filly, gaining just enough trust to get her loaded into the stretcher and rush towards the medical barn. All Dalvir could do was watch on and worry.
Over the coming days, Dalvir was taken into a new pasture alone. The new filly, now named
Cocoa was put out with him under supervision to make sure he wouldn't play rough with her; their fears were quickly laid to rest when he began to nuzzle her gently, walking the younger filly around the the pasture like a guardian protecting their charge. She was awkward in her cast, but Dalvir was always there to help her. After all, he could make friends with anyone. But Cocoa? She was
his friend.
