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tazza156 [2009-04-14 13:49:25 +0000 UTC]

i love HORSES!!!
Show Name:nepolian
Nickname:nepo
Breed:11. arabian X pinto

Bloodline???
Sex:female
Age:2
Personallity:awesome, fun ,goodlooking
Short storyne day she dedcided that it was time to look for an adventure
History:she used to be used for carting around the humans she didn't like it and decided to escape and this is where she ended up

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Malinahen [2009-04-14 10:03:19 +0000 UTC]

[link] Thats my entry! I didn't know we could just write something and did the whole drawing thing...

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AgentDarkhorse [2009-04-14 01:44:12 +0000 UTC]

joelie and I love horses
May I try for #5

Show Name: A Static Lullaby
Nickname: Sam
Breed:albino mosaic
Bloodline: Unknown
Sex:Stallion
Age: 4

Personallity:A very flirty stallion. He likes to be the center of attention. Even if that means he has to be a bad horse. But mostly he's a big baby. He stays close to Others always looking to hide behind Keyblade, the lead stallion on the ranch.

Short story: Asher leaned on the rotting wood fence staring out at the foals. Each kicking out and enjoying their freedom. She smiled rembering what it was like to be a child. A short lady made her way from a big barn. She had a soft shy smile on. Her gray hair in a tight ponytail.
"hello! How can I help ya?" She asked in a high piched voice. Asher smiled. "I'm here to buy a horse. Heard you were having a big sale."
"Oh yes. So you looken for a foal?" The woman nodded to the free spirited youngsters."
"Not today miss-"
"Just call me May dear. And your looking for the real horses ain't you." May started for a big tent. Asher walked behind her into the big area. Horses were in makeshift stalls made of fencing. There was atleast 80 people in there. Maybe more. May smiled. "The real numbers are in the arena."

Asher wached at horse after horse did the jumps. Each having great prisistion. But not flashy enough. Each of them knew their place. They had no real spirit. She sighed as a bay exited. Then a real horse troted out. Hey was big and high held. She knew he thought alot of himself.

He was pure white with beautiful markings splashing his coat. He looked over the crowd. His rider spurng him. But he didn't go. He pinned his ears and nipped at the rider's foot. Asher knew this horse had a mind of his own. And then he took off. Fast as lightning. Jumping the fences with ease. Clearing everyone at the excelerated speed.

Then it was over. The stallion stoped at the gait and bowed his head. Then looked to the audience and Whinnied. And with that he troted out.

Asher bolted up and ran out of the arena. He was amazing. She had to try for him. The grooms were brushing him in one of the stalls. She picked up the clip bord and read over the names and bids. Big names and big bids. The greatest was $600,000. Asher smiled and scribbled down her name and bid. $1,000,000.

History: Sam was born on a huge farm. He grew up a horse prodagy. Jumping the pasture fences with grace and ease. But as he grew they tried to teach him color code. Finding out he could only see in black and white.Making it even worsehe wouldn't listen to his rider anymore. They put him up for sale at the anual horse sale at the farm.

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Hypertail [2009-04-13 22:51:31 +0000 UTC]

joelie and i love horses. i love number 6 but i dont think ill get it so ill go for number 2

number 2
Show Name: Seeing dots
Nickname:dotta
Breed:harlequine
Bloodline:starter
Sex:mare
Age:7
Personallity:she is always seems to be fresh and prancing around she is. she is one of the harder to handle horses at the barn. but as long an experienced rider is hand working with her she will be ok. when riding she is very forward and is always looking to go faster and little nudge of bump will send her flying forwards. she is very sensitive and is great in dressage do to only needing small movements to move her. She is very dramatic if something spooks her it as hard to calm her down
Short story: the the young woman lead the mare tourds the the wring to work on there dressage. the gorges mare had a high stepping slow trot and her head was high up and very alert. suddenly a frog leap out on the the gravel road to get to the other side. the mare stopped and and nostrils flared and snorted at the green horse eating monster that leaped in her path. She planted her feet and snorted loudly again. The thing leaped a few more times and she put her head down a little to look at the monster that lay in her path. She started to shake. the woman looked at the mare then followed her gaze to the frog. the walked over to the frog and picked it up and put it out of the mares view. she then walked back to the the mare. the stood there shaking and had planted her feet. she sighed "come on" and walked over to her side and lightly tap her with the whip her mare moved her shoulder over away from the pressure. the woman rubed the mares neck and kept walking once they got to the the ring she mounted on a mounted block just before entering the the wring then preseeded to worm her up before doing anything fancy some walking and plenty of trotting and a little cantering before she stopped in the center and asked her to side step. the mare moved over with the lightest movement then she ask to go back to the center with a side step. the put her hand down and scratched the mares shoulder and quietly said "good girl". she stepped froward and the woman backed her up. she had her stand there for a minuet then asked her to trot around around then asked for her to extend her trot ... emdeeditly extended it and waited for the next command then turned and trotted up the center and stopped. they work for two hours on the dressage then she dismounts and lessens her girth. and heads back to the barn
History:she was born at the harquine breeder that had breed formany years he had owned to many horses and put many up for sale. He held a auction and Miss.Tail(me) went to it with some friends she fell in love with her as the spunky filly wa lead into the [link] bought her and continued her her training. Soon she had a beautiful mare that was great at dressage but a little pushy.

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nightxfalling [2009-04-13 17:54:09 +0000 UTC]

Joelie and I love horses ;3 So true.
I'll try for number six because Toxics = !! Especially this guy!

-x-

Show Name: Nuclear Reactor
Nickname: Reaction, Reactor, or React
Breed: Toxics
Bloodline: Starter, indirect brother of my other Toxics mare Nuclear Fusion {different sires}
Sex: Stallion
Age: 5
Personality: React seems like a machine one moment, and an energetic spazz the next. The second he steps hoof in the show ring or training ring, his seemingly-boundless energy gets transferred to a different side of him. He becomes manually-accessible, meaning that anything his rider tells him to do he'll do it the heartbeat they asked. When they've finished training him and he steps out of the ring, he's a total and complete nutcase! Sometimes he'll calm down, like if the humans manage to restrain him, he can be gentle and sweet xD To sum it all up, he has Multiple-Personality Disorder. In the arenas, one of his 'sides' come up, and outside the arenas, his other side pops out. People tend to like his show side, as he is obedient like nothing you've ever felt before, but Wind loves both of them. She thinks his multiple-personality thing is actually pretty cool, and she intends to become friends with both Reacts xD

Short story: Wind sat on one of the metal chairs in the first Ethereal Illumination Stables section, for it also occupied another. She leaned against the ring's rail, watching the beautiful show horses trot. Their luxurious tresses flowed, their gaits mostly fluid. There was a Harlequine in the back making a fuss and looking like she was about to buck. Wind stood up, wondering if she should go help, but felt relieved when the rider's stable came in and held the horse while the instructor moved towards the judges' table to allow them to leave this class. It wasn't uncommon; Harlequines most often suffered from some kinds of disorders, and this show mare was probably being affected by it.

But Wind wasn't here to see the Harlequines today. Her grandmother had told her that there was going to be a few Toxics classes to promote the lovely breed, for little was known about them. Wind had thought that was a great idea, so had come to the show to watch and maybe even buy one or two.

As the show went on, Wind began to feel sleep tugging at her. She had woken up early to make it to the horse show, but she believed it was worth every second. Just as her lids began lowering over her eyes, she heard the speaker blast out, "Ladies and gentleman, class number 52, Toxics 5-Gaited Equitation. Class number 52 at the trot please." At the mention of class 52, Wind opened her eyes, and at the mention of Toxics, Wind sat bolt upright and glued herself to the rail. Show time!

The first Toxics out was an absolutely gorgeous-looking mare. Her gait appeared unstable, as though she could burst into the rack or canter at any given time, but her rider managed to keep her in the trot for the time being. The second Toxics was another mare, who spooked slightly while coming in but recovered. The third Toxics was a stallion, who seemed to be doing okay, as well as the fifth Toxics stallion... and then oh my God. The sixth Toxics stallion simply took Wind's breath away.

He was amazing. Inexplicable in not only his looks, but also his gait. His handsomely-sculpted head was held at a great headset, his knee-action high and extremely impressive. His white tresses streamed behind him, his neon-green markings seemed to glow, the black markings added a delightful shade and personality to his pelt. Wind smiled when she saw the judges doing double-takes to both him and the first Toxics mare.

"Walk your horses please, walk your horses," the speaker blared, and the riders quickly rode to the end of the straightaways to ease their Toxics down to a walk. The second mare had pinned ears and wide eyes, while one of the stallions was fighting against the reins and prancing with trotting steps. It wasn't the sixth Toxics, to her relief.

"Riders, canter your horses please; canter your horses." Wind watched the gorgeous Toxics stud receive his aid and off he went. He was neither too fast nor too slow, and his long legs folded and stretched out rhythmically with an astounding amount of grace that held watchers spellbound. Wind felt excitement bubble up within her as he came nearer and nearer in his saintly canter. As he passed her, he gave her a glance, a blink, and then looked forward again. Wind caught the feeling that a girl would feel if she had been smiled at by the movie star she worshipped.

"Slowgait, riders, show your horses in a slowgait, please." Wind's eyes were glued to that one Toxics stallion, his canter disappearing and turning into a slowgait. For just having been in the canter, Wind half-expected his slowgait to move up to a rack or go back to a canter, but nothing of the kind happened. He was flawless in this.

"Rack your horses please, rack your horses," the speaker said. Wind thought how robotic the Toxics stallion seemed when keeping everything in place as well as switching from gait to gait. And like a machine, he listened to every command and carried them out as he was told. Because of that, he had the right amount of show in his step and gave the judges something to look at.

"Line up your horses please, line up your horses." Wind watched the Toxics stallion's rider look toward the ringmaster and maneuver him in that direction. He halted, extended his hindlegs out behind him, curved his neck and tucked in his muzzle, and took a small step forward with both forelegs to give his back the dip effect. His ears were swiveled forward. His rider stuck out her heels and straightened her back even more than before, lifted her chin slightly, pushed her shoulders back, lifted her hands to mid-neck point of the stallion while turning them towards each other faintly and lifting her thumb in a fist-like style. Her knees dug into the saddle. Perfect equitation position.

"The winner of class number 52, Toxics 5-gaited saddleseat equitation, is entry number..." Wind held her breath, staring at the number pinned to the back of the suit that the rider wore, "...265. 1st place goes to entry number 265, Marianne Walter and Nuclear Reactor." Wind jumped out of the seat and yelled, "HECK YEAH!!"
A few people sitting on the bleachers glanced at her. Wind paused, and then sat back down with her cheeks burning with embarrassment while she muffled her own laughter at her actions. She couldn't help it. She was just so glad he had won. "2nd place goes to entry number 140, Sarah Krementz and Nuclear Fusion." Wind looked back at the ring, and grinned as the first Toxics mare trotted out with the red ribbon. She was quite the looker too, and Wind thought to herself that perhaps she should buy her after she went and applied for React.

Wind skipped over to the table where she signed her name and wrote other things to apply for the winning Toxics stud. She put the pen down when she was finished, and read the other names on the same paper. She had been hoping no one else would apply for him, but she knew that would be impossible. React was bottomline gorgeous; how can anyone not want him? Determination flashed in her eyes, and she began to walk towards the exit so she could go ask Fusion's owners about purchasing her. React passed by her, still in the ring and performing his victory pass; she thought how perfect he was. He turned to get out of the ring, and Wind watched in confusion when the rider leaped off his back. The Toxics stud stepped out of the arena and suddenly bolted, or at least he tried to. The handlers grasped his reins and talked to him with a gentle tone, but he refused to calm down much. He tossed his handsome head and half-reared, and with one strong pull the handlers actually grounded him. They hurriedly walked him out before he made much more of a scene, and Wind watched him with an approving smile on her face. No horse was perfect, for sure, even if she had thought so in the beginning. But she liked him. She really, truly loved this one.

History: React was born in a nice, small farm with a few people. The pasture was rather small as well; everything was micromini! Although the people who worked there and owned the place were kind and gentle, they just couldn't handle the outside-ring behavior of React; he was much too high-strung for any of the children to ride, and they couldn't put him in their arena all day because others needed to train the other horses. So they sold him to another barn that had a lot more space and more people who knew how to handle him and show him. They kept him for about six months, and showed him in the class that Wind watched. That was the last class for him, because they also decided he was too much horse for them. He constantly broke their fence and escaped, making his keep very pricey and irritating. So they put a paper at the show Wind had attended, letting anyone who wanted him to write their application and in the end they would give him to the person who they thought would be best for him. They hated to part with React, for he was just so freaking amazing for looks and in the show ring. However, in the end that perfection lucked out against his behavior outside the arenas, so this was the only way they thought he would find the best home.

-x-

I somehow finished this at last. How fun it was to write though! Okay, so let me tell you what I'm going to do with this great fellow. He will be up for stud in HArpg in Ethereal Illumination Stables, and I will also be roleplaying him. If I manage to receive such a wonder, he'll even get a part of my Toxics equine roleplay site {basically I'm creating an rp site for my Toxics equine, and if I win React here, then he'll share it with his sister Nuclear Fusion, Fallout, and dear little Schism :3}! So if you roleplay and have bred with him or one of my other Toxics, I give you the url so you can join and roleplay with him and the other Toxics I own! x3

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Harlequine-mania [2009-04-13 15:40:10 +0000 UTC]

awwwwwww they are all so awsome! i would go for 2 but i have way tooo much to do and i don't think id'e be able to draw him quick enough!

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LanceyTheDog [2009-04-13 12:19:11 +0000 UTC]

Oh, and I was going for #1! xD

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Infected-Skully [2009-04-13 09:20:32 +0000 UTC]

Joelie and I love horses especially nutty ones XD i'm gunna try for #6

Show Name: Is Something Missing?
Nickname: Missing or Missy
Breed: Toxics
Bloodline: starter
Sex: Mare
Age: 6 years
Personallity: Missing would rather keep to herself instead of being with the other mares of the field, she hates too much noise so likes to stay in her stable most of the day instead of in the field where the fillies and mares are, at night if she's in the field Missing will usually call out to someone sadly.
Short story:
The young filly trotted past the adults playing with the foals happily but all playing stopped when their lead stallion suddenly called out to everyone speaking of danger and telling everyone to run away as fast as they could. Missing called out for her parents but was knocked down by one of the larger horses.

The sound of hooves got closer as Missing finally stood up but she had been winded when she was knocked down and it was taking a while to get over it but once she did she turned quickly to try and run however a rope suddenly appeared around her neck pulling her to the ground once more, she'd been caught and even though she called out none of her herd came to help her.

As the months went by Missing was brought and sold so many times and each time no one was nice to her, not even the horses she met and worked with but one day during the spring Missing was back at the auctions being dragged around the ring and Miss Joelie from Dancing Skye Stables just happened to be there and quickly brought her Brian loaded her into the back of the horsebox and they went back to the stables. Joelie wasted no time in ringing Miss Karen once they arrived "Come and look at this stunning mare Karen!" The young woman on the other end of the line said she'd be there soon. Once Karen arrived Brian brought Missing out to show her to Miss Karen "She's beautiful Joelie" The young woman went up and patted the mare "She looks like she's seen better days though, I wonder how many times she was brought and sold" Miss Joelie commented and Miss Karen just nodded "She'd be a lovely addition to the stables" Ben sighed shaking his head causing Brian to chuckle, both Miss Joelie and Miss Karen pretty much had the same taste in horses and if they saw one they liked they'd try to get it.
History:
Missing was born in a wild herd and when she was about 4 months old some men had came and caught her selling her to a dealer and after that she kept being brought and sold until she ended up where she is now.

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