Everwinter Stables! (New Thread!)

''ugh,a foal with a Hindu name,I hate Hindu's,''Kerjak snorted.'"Why?''Desert asked.''they are too friendly like Italians,''he snorted.

OCC yeah i like the afleet alex mold... thats gonna be in the book and the mon gamin is pretty too... i was gonna do him in the show jumping warmblood with it's mane in the braids, but i think i like the mane and tail free better... but i really like the afleet alex

King nickered to Ana ask she walked into the stable, putting the last horse away. She smiled, pulling out his old racing saddle. King started to prance in his stall, excited to finally step onto the track for the first time this week. Ana laughed, her smile beaming with happiness as King threw his head in the air and whinnied. She quickly brushed him down and threw the shiny black saddle and purple saddle pad on his back. Ana strapped a jumping vest on and put on a black helmet. After she put on his bridle, they headed down to the track.

As they walked, everyone stopped what they were doing to see the magnificent stallion prance at Ana's side. They smiled, some walking with her, wanting to see the old racehorse's practice. No one had seen him really run in years, for Ana had never let him go at the true speed he was capable of. But today would be different. They had nothing to lose, and King would be able to run his heart out, like old times.

Ana smiled faded as she remembered his true age. He was 11 now, and the races were dying down, his career moving downwards slowly. The new generation was overtaking his greatness, well so it seemed. As many times as a challenger judged them for his age, King had beaten them all, he could never be overtaken by anyone. He was the definition of greatness and a living legend. No one would forget him... No matter who it was who watched him, friends or enemys, men or women, horse folk or the common people, he struck a sense of pride and inspration that no other horse could match. He was loved by all, and he loved them back. The people's champion was back onto the track, and ready to take the racing world by a suprise yet again.

Desert roleld his eyes.''Some racehorses and their fans,''he sighed.

''I said SOME,''he said."'HHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYY KERJAK!''A familar high-pitched british voice said.''AGHHG!''kerjak yeleld.''Snoopy!?''Kerjak yelled.

Joe brushed down Fred's sleek bay coat. Fred nickered and bobbed his head. "I'll give you your treat in a minute, buddy." Joe chuckled, bending over to pick the stallion's hooves. Fred quickly grabbed a brush, tossing it in the air, landing on Joe's butt. Joe quicky stood up and laughed, patting Fred's neck. "Silly boy." he stuck his hand in his pocket for a peppermint, which was soon gobbled up by the little bay stallion.

Brandy brushed out Thunderbolt's tail and put it into a french braid. She then put her light brown jumping saddle with a trim white saddle pad and a matching snaffle bridle. Brandy went over to her gooming bag and pulled out a can of black hoof polish, putting a coat over each hoof. "Alright girl. Let's roll." she brushed off her black jacket and mounted up.

Sapphire raced with Lady in her paddock.

Aashi snorted at Desert Rose as she was led to her paddock.

''hello,little lady,''he smiled.''Dat was Kerjak who said dat,''Snoopy said,faking an Italian accent.

Aashi flicked her tail, holding her head up high and grinning.

Brandy waited until her name and number was called. She waited at the entrance of the large arena as the announcer called. "Brandy Woodward, number 642, on O' Leary's Irish Thunder." A large applause and a few whistles rose from the crowd as the audiance heard the famous mare's name. The large dapple grey mare cantered into the arena. The buzzer sounded at the sound of the clock. Thunderbolt locked her eyes on a large double pole jump, sailing over it like a eagle. Brandy tightened her reins a little, asking for a lead change. She nuged Thunderbolt into a faster canter.

Ooc; Here's how Thunderbolt did at the show! (Not a real video of her lol)

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''I've enever seen her 'round ehre..''Rocko said.''I'm Rocko,pleased to meet yea,''The colt said.

Aashi nickered "I'm Firebird's Black Rose. You can just call me Aashi. I'm a racehorse" she swished her tail. "My dad is the huge black stallion over there. His name is Jango. He's won alot of races, but not as much as Honcho Freddy." she boasted.

''Aashi..means 'smile'doesn't it?Firebird is an awesome name,and I'm stuck with Rocko..''he sighed.

"Nahh. Rocko sounds cool I guess. So are you a racehorse?" Aashi nickered.

Once all of the competetors did their jumping round, they lined up in the ring to be placed. "First place, Brandy Woodward, Rider number 642 on O' Leary's Irish Thunder!" the announcer spoke. "Of course, like usual" Brandy grinned, trotting Thunderbolt to the judge. The judge handed her a large trophy and put a small blanket of roses over Thunderbolt's neck.

Ooc; Well, Fox has already been flirting with Sasha soooo i guess anytime. You could just skip to the foal being born now if you want? or just have it be older so it could have some competion against Aashi, Lady and Sapphire. Idk do whatever lol or you could just skip to them being mates.

After a quick warm up, Ana mounted King, who started to pranced and gave a little rear of excitement. She walked around the track for a little, then trotted, then cantered. They came to the starting marker and stood there for awhile. Ana glanced across the emty track. Everyone had gone back to work after watching the stallion walk to the track. She smiled, patting King on the shoulder. She took a deep breath, looking at King. Gathering up her reins, she posed in the two-point. Her eyes looking through King's ears. His body tensed as he felt the weight lift off of his back. Ana smiled, giving him a little squeze. King jolted forward, his legs moving with powerful strides. His speed increased, getting faster and faster. He had no full speed gallop, it just kept moving upwards. His stride lengthened, as Ana gave seemingly invisible signals. King's ears pinned back as he felt the rush of the wind over his body. Ana's face stung as his mane whipped against it, but she didn't care. Like her horse, nothing would keep her from a gallop on the track.

King was a white flash of lightning, his long legs eating up the track like nothing. He would never stop loving the feeling of the track. It was a sense of pride and greatness that no other sport or activity would ever match. He was born to run, lived to run, and would die running. It was his true passion and nothing could stop the feeling. He was the challenger of the wind, and brother of the eagle. He was the meaning "speed of light". He was greatness. He was the Champion of Champions, the Last Minute Miracle. He was King's Lucky Day.

Suddenly something went wrong... A hollow snap echoed through the empty track, nothing stopping it's sound wave from enter the stable grounds. Everything seemed to slow as the king fell from his throne. The hit the ground with a thud, paramedics starting to rush onto the track. Ana immediatly got up, struggling to get over to her horse, who started to go into a panic as he stood up, a pain running up his hind leg. Ana rushed over, attempting to help a groom support his body weight. A pain jolted through her arm. At this point she didn't care. King was the priority and that was all that mattered. Soon medics tore her away from the horse, vets starting to look at King and sedate him. King's crazied eyes drew more pain from Ana than the surely broken arm. It broke her heart to see him lying there as the vets identified the problem. Ana started to close her eyes, going unconcious as the white horse was loaded into an ambulance. Yet even in her state, a though rushed through her mind and wouldn't leave, What would happen to her beloved horse, King's Lucky Day....
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OCC Let's take a poll! The plot is lined up, who thinks King's reign over the track should end? Who thinks King should survive and lives on?

Lady stopped dead in her tracks, along with her half sister Antique Roses (Prancer). "Something's wrong." she bellowed. "Huh?" Prancer stomped her hoof. "Dad" She bolted to towards the the right far corner of the pasture, the closest part of the pasture to the track. "DAD!" she whinnied.

Fred sensed something wasn't right. He trotted to the fence, lashing his tail.

Ooc; I think King should live!

OCC 2 for King to live!

King's breathing encreased as the vet prodded his leg. He shook his head. "The cannon bone is fratured pretty bad... The vet looked at a few other medics, a bit of questioning in his eyes. "You can't put him down without the consent of her... She would throw an absolute rampage..." one spoke up. The vet took a deep breath. "We will take him to the nearest clinic we have... He will most likely need to get shipped down to PA to the New Bolton center... But even with their care, I highly doubt he will make it through... She would just be wasting money on a dead horse... And even if he does survive, he will never be able to race again..." One medic stood up. "There is always hope. He is the Last Minute Miracle... Maybe he will pull it off. This horse can preform the impossible.. I have faith that he will fight for his life and win." A few others nodded in agreement, a murmer of excitement ringing through the group. The head vet nodded. "Well then, I suppose we are taking a trip to Pennsylvania."

Lady bucked with rage, knowing her father was in trouble. I need to see him! she thought.

Fred snorted with annoyance. What would happen to his best friend? Who would he race along the fence with in the morning? Fred felt like he neeed to do something. The little bay stallion cantered a few circles, readying his balance. He had only done this once in his life, and he was going to do it again, but this time, for King.

Red and Aces started to prance in there stalls, Aces quickly going from calm to crazy she repeatedly kicked the stall door, the specially reinforced bolts holding.