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I can safely say that this is the hardest I have worked on any Faime....anything. This is the FIRST BIG HORSIE PROJECT I did without HEAVILY reffing a photo. ANNNNND I tried perspective I have never really done! I tried to even put fur on her! I am honestly quite proud of myself and really hope Hollow does well! She rose through the Faime ranks quite a bit this last year.

2015 FOYS Finale
Username: Sashafras
Horse: 208 Sleepy Hollow
Class: Supreme In Hand
Qualifier: Best In Hand Faime Entry

story - 515 words total
The sound of hay being shuffled and the dull sound of brushes against hide was the only thing that could be heard in the waiting stables of the massive Faime arena.

Today was the prestigious Faime of the Year show and only the best horses had been selected to compete in numerous disciplines. Today was the In-Hand competition, and the stakes were high.

In a spacious stall, one Faime mare stood. She was a draft horse, but only barely so. At about seventeen hands tall, she barely fit the requirements for a Faime Draft, but even still, she was an impressive specimen of the breed and that was entirely why she was here. Her coat was a deep black inter-cut with a warm chestnut like it had been splattered on with a paintbrush. Her chimeric coat was her most striking asset along with the leopard pattern of dark markings that danced across her back. She seemed to be quite laid back as she stood in the stall and allowed her trainer to brush her coat and mane. Hollow was her call name, after her skull-like marking over her face.

Her trainer was different than who it normally was. Rhania, a bright eyed, red headed 20 something was her normal handler and the pair got on splendidly. The girl had recently fallen from Hollow's back during a training session and bruised her ribs quite badly, making her being here quite impossible. In her stead, her elder brother Elijah had stepped in.

The man had been around Hollow for most of her training career, so they were not unfamiliar with each other. Still, this would be their first time in the ring together. He was thin and gangly, but he cleaned up nicely. At present he was doing his best to make Hollow look her absolute best. Hollow's thoughts, however, was not on how she looked.

The mare's thoughts drifted back over the previous months. Her training had been rigorous, to say the least. She had even been named Grand Champion in the Faime world, after all, she had worked damn hard to get what she had. All of it was coming to a point today and she was going to be judged by more humans in suits. She felt there was somehow something wrong wrong with this, but she did not let her opinion show in her body language. Now was not the time for second guesses.

Her number was called, “B-1, you are up. Just out the front here and pause in front of the judges. They will instruct you from there. Best of luck and knock them dead!”

Elijah swallowed and secured the mare's halter, number, and his coat. “Okay, girl, they are expecting us. We've been training all year for this......I know you can do it.”

Hollow bobbed her head and held it high as she followed her handler out. She would show them all what a real Faime was! She would show them just how hard she had trained. This was her year and she was going to make sure of it.

Description
I can safely say that this is the hardest I have worked on any Faime....anything. This is the FIRST BIG HORSIE PROJECT I did without HEAVILY reffing a photo. ANNNNND I tried perspective I have never really done! I tried to even put fur on her! I am honestly quite proud of myself and really hope Hollow does well! She rose through the Faime ranks quite a bit this last year.

2015 FOYS Finale
Username: Sashafras
Horse: 208 Sleepy Hollow
Class: Supreme In Hand
Qualifier: Best In Hand Faime Entry

story - 515 words total
The sound of hay being shuffled and the dull sound of brushes against hide was the only thing that could be heard in the waiting stables of the massive Faime arena.

Today was the prestigious Faime of the Year show and only the best horses had been selected to compete in numerous disciplines. Today was the In-Hand competition, and the stakes were high.

In a spacious stall, one Faime mare stood. She was a draft horse, but only barely so. At about seventeen hands tall, she barely fit the requirements for a Faime Draft, but even still, she was an impressive specimen of the breed and that was entirely why she was here. Her coat was a deep black inter-cut with a warm chestnut like it had been splattered on with a paintbrush. Her chimeric coat was her most striking asset along with the leopard pattern of dark markings that danced across her back. She seemed to be quite laid back as she stood in the stall and allowed her trainer to brush her coat and mane. Hollow was her call name, after her skull-like marking over her face.

Her trainer was different than who it normally was. Rhania, a bright eyed, red headed 20 something was her normal handler and the pair got on splendidly. The girl had recently fallen from Hollow's back during a training session and bruised her ribs quite badly, making her being here quite impossible. In her stead, her elder brother Elijah had stepped in.

The man had been around Hollow for most of her training career, so they were not unfamiliar with each other. Still, this would be their first time in the ring together. He was thin and gangly, but he cleaned up nicely. At present he was doing his best to make Hollow look her absolute best. Hollow's thoughts, however, was not on how she looked.

The mare's thoughts drifted back over the previous months. Her training had been rigorous, to say the least. She had even been named Grand Champion in the Faime world, after all, she had worked damn hard to get what she had. All of it was coming to a point today and she was going to be judged by more humans in suits. She felt there was somehow something wrong wrong with this, but she did not let her opinion show in her body language. Now was not the time for second guesses.

Her number was called, “B-1, you are up. Just out the front here and pause in front of the judges. They will instruct you from there. Best of luck and knock them dead!”

Elijah swallowed and secured the mare's halter, number, and his coat. “Okay, girl, they are expecting us. We've been training all year for this......I know you can do it.”

Hollow bobbed her head and held it high as she followed her handler out. She would show them all what a real Faime was! She would show them just how hard she had trained. This was her year and she was going to make sure of it.