Name: Forrest (new name: Odin)
Named after Forrest Gump.
Colour: Bay roan
Genotype: Ee Aa nR
- face: snip, partial badger face (inverted star)
- legs: fetlock on all legs
- body: Roan markings
Eyes: olive green
Damage: Right eye cut out
.:100 Points Designs - Ikiuni:. by BlueMoonStables
BG story (written by BlueMoonStables
I guess I have been used my whole life.. but perhaps most horses are. I've never held a grudge against humans though. I guess they just don't understand.
I was a jumper. And I liked it too. I won most competitions and I enjoyed the attention. My owners were proud of me and they treated me well. But there were those who didn't like me at all it seems.. I could often see them arguing with my owners, yelling at each other. I didn't really mind though.. but perhaps they were angry with me?
These persons.. the cut my right eye out.. with someting sharp and painful.. I was struggling and fighting.. the pain was overwhelming.. but no one heard me it seems.. I was all alone with the strangers.. I could feel warm liquid running down my cheek.. before they could cut my other eye out, I heard something.. a door?
I noticed that they panicked, and they quickly put someting over my face, forcing me to follow them as they led me out.. I didn't know what else to do. They led me into some sort of truck, and as they drove I could smell death in the whole truck..
We arrived at a horrible place.. I could hear horses screaming in pain.. they were tortured.. shotten.. cut up.. sliced.. ending up in small cans.. the bad people forced me into the building and as I saw the killing with my own remaining eye, my instincts yelled at me to try to get out.. even if I would get killed for it, I was not allowed to give up..
But I was saved.. me and the remaining horses. The bad people was taken away, and we were loaded into a new truck, but a much nicer one.. we got cared for. I just couldn't trust them though..
I still can't.. I don't know if I ever will.. but there are good people, and there are bad. I know that much.. for us horses, it's all just about luck..
Personality (written by BlueMoonStables
I easily fall into my own thoughts. I'm thinking about lots of different stuff. I'm in my own world, where everything is perfect. A paradise
I love spending my time that way.
I love to compete! I hope I can do that again sometime.. I love the attention and the love I get after winning! I can't see as well as I used to, but perhaps, just perhaps.. I will be able to compete again? At least once maybe..?
I don't like being tied! I swear something bad will happen! Please don't keep me tied! I can't escape.. I pace around alot when I'm tied.. I get so nervous!
Small dogs.. they are so noicy and scary! They are everywhere at once, I can't seem to keep track of where they are.. they scare me by suddenly popping up
I often bully younger horses.. they are annoying and young.. what? I'm not jelous..! They are just.. annoying.
I love to compete, but the bridle is awful! I don't want anything on my face! It might hurt me somehow! Please come up with something else..? .. but I'm higher than you so I can just hold my head up
... but then I can't compete, can I?
I love bananas! They are sweet and soft and so yummi >w< if you give me one, I might let you bridle me..