The Horses of Candala Role Play Sign Up

[Abbster]

Six horses of Candala lived in a royal kingdom, but when it was suddenly abandoned, the horses are left alone with no food or water in a locked pasture. In order for the horses to find food and water, they must work together. First they need to find their way out of the pasture they were forced into, and then they need to find their way out of royal town. If they can manage to escape that...they will be on their own, running free...on the search of food and water before its to late. Will the horses of Candala find food and water or will it end horribly?

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Horse #1- Taken by: Abbster (Ruby)

Horse #2- Taken by: tenebria (Velvet)

Horse #3- Taken by: Canadian Sunfeather (Virgil)

[Canadian Sunfeather]

I will take horse 6 if that's okay with you

[Abbster]

Yes that’s perfectly fine!

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Name: Ruby

Age: 8 1/2

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Horse Breed: Appaloosa 

Former Owner: Emily Braveheart

Likes: running in grass, rolling, playing with her friends

Dislikes: snakes, rain, bugs, thunder

Backstory:  

Ruby was born a beautiful Appaloosa filly, her coat as brown as her mothers, with the more unique markings of her father, although she never met him. As all foals should, she adored her mother, and the two were inseparable. Her mother was often rather harsh towards humans, although Ruby couldn't understand why she was always jumping in front of her and trying to warn the humans away. Until one day, she woke up, and her mother was gone. She was loaded into a trailer, thankfully along with Dixie and Honeysuckle, two fillies born almost in the same week as her, that she had grown up playing with. She was six months old at the time as the trailer took her away from the only home she'd known. The next place she stopped smelled of sweat and leather, and was filled with gleaming young horses, some angry, some scared, and others confident and happy. She was in wonder of the place. Where were they? But all too soon she found out. For a few days they were let out to pasture together, and the three took solace in the loss of their mothers, standing together and hugging each other, trying to numb the overwhelming pain. But it would never go away fully, always remaining an ache in her chest. A week passed, sunny days of rolling and playing and prancing about... and then the training began. At first it was gentle, simply a halter and a lead rope, which all of them had been introduced to already, but soon it became more rigorous. Lunging came first, racing around in the same circle over and over and over... but Ruby found she actually didn't mind it. While she'd rather be racing her friends in the pasture, running in circles made her feel strong. What she did hate, was the whip that hovered at her haunches. Naturally, since her mother had shielded her so much, she felt overwhelmed by this new pressure, and often would spook if it flicked at her, almost crashing into the arena sides many times, and falling over a few times even!

Another six months passed, and, despite being sweet-natured, Ruby was always skittish around unfamiliar humans, preferring the company of her childhood mare friends who had been by her side for so long. She could now lunge calmly, which was an improvement.

And here, in this barn, she grew, years passed... until her third year. By now she was beginning to fill out, her form beautiful, and she was found to have a liking of jumping! And so, her training began. Ground poles were now added to the lunging routine, along with a bridal and saddle. She hated the bridle and saddle at first, as did her friends, and the clanging of the irons made her jump every time. But slowly... slowly she grew less skittish, and submitted to the new training, going over the poles with ease.

And another two years of her life passed. Now five, she was ready to be sold for the next step... an official jumping trainer... and an owner. She didn't know what was happening as one morning she was loaded into a trailer, thankfully still with Honeysuckle and Dixie, and they drove for hours. Finally they stopped, and she saw a large barn, full of horses, and many many humans walking about. In skittish fear she pranced beside the trainer, her ears pinned in nervousness as she spooked as a child ran past. This busy place was not to her liking. Put in a stall, she began pacing nervously, moving to the back of her stall and ignoring, or at least trying to ignore, all the humans that walked past, gawking at her. However, everything changed when a young girl stopped quietly in front of her stall, her gaze calm and trustworthy. "Ruby?" she said in a questioning tone after glancing at a paper on the stall door. "What a beautiful name for a beautiful horse" she said softly, leaning against the door. Ruby couldn't help her sweet curious nature as she leaned forwards, snorting. This girl... she smelled wonderful! Of grain and hay and molasses. She moved closer, sticking her nose over the stall and snuffling the girl's hair. The girl laughed "Well aren't you as sweet girl!" she said, petting her, then turning to speak to the trainer that walked up. Ruby didn't know it... but she'd found her owner. That day she was walked into a new trailer by the same girl "I'm Emily, and it's going to be ok, we're going to be the best team ever! I'll trust you if you'll trust me" she said softly as she stroked Ruby's nose as the mare danced sideways, nervous at the new situation. The calm voice made her slow, and she breathed out to nuzzle the girl. She already felt such a warm fondness, the like she had never felt for another human before!

Her new home was a beautiful large green pasture, with a nice sized barn. Inside were ten more horses, all jumpers, despite one that was an old quarter horse, and the calming presence in the barn. She was a sensible mare, by the name of Velvet, a liver bay. She immediately became a mother figure for Ruby, and helped calm her when she realized her childhood friends were no longer with her. That first night was one of many terrors for her, as a storm broke out above the barn, violent with lightning and booming thunder. Thankfully, Velvet was just one stall away, and managed to talk Ruby through the night, telling her stories of the old days when she'd been a barrel racer, and parade horse.

In the morning, when Emily came down, she found a bright eyed eager young horse, ready to begin her training. The bond between Emily and Ruby grew stronger with each passing day as they trained together tirelessly, the weeks sliding into months, and with each passing month, Ruby felt more and more at peace. An even more wonderful thing to find, was that her two childhoods friends were also bought as jumpers, by two other competitors, and brought to the same barn! Once again together, they frolicked like foals as they discussed training, and eagerly ruminated on the life to come.

And then... the day came. She was six now, and Emily approached her while she was lunging, saddled and bridled. She was wearing a helmet and riding boots, this Ruby recognized. What she did not recognize, was when Emily suddenly moved to the stepping stool she was standing beside, and swung on her back! She was too shocked to move for a moment, standing stock still. She wanted to bolt so badly she realized as her legs began to shake in confusion. But then Emily's soft voice cut through, warming her, calming her. And that was the beginning of their riding. With Emily on her back, they could be even more as one! It only took six months before they began going over ground poles, and higher poles, and higher poles! By her seventh year, Ruby could jump the beginner level poles with ease.

At this time, Emily entered them into the first beginner jumping show of that year. The knowledge that she would be competing sent a nervous fire through Ruby's veins, and she was skittish the whole week...understandably so as Emily was nervous and jumpy as well. It took much practice before they could settle down. Their first show came.... and they almost won! If a banner hadn't flapped noisily in the wind and spooked Ruby into a slight offbeat in her canter, they would have taken the blue ribbon. As it was, for their first show, it was a promising start!

And so, the next year was filled with happy memories, days in the pasture galloping with her friends, late night talks with the wise old quarter horse, and every morning Emily came down with an apple, and then rode her in practice jumps. It was a dream life, as they also began entering more and more shows. Ruby quickly showed extreme prowess, rising swiftly in the ranks to advanced jumping, even at such a young age! They were a team to watch, that was certain!

But one morning... everything changed. The night before, in a nervous tension, Emily and the other owners and trainers had taken all the horses to an old large pasture, and turned them out. It was so late that most of the horses just calmly grazed or slept, accepting the situation... until the sun rose. And when Ruby opened her eyes, she saw something terrifying. They were alone.

backstory made by Tenebria 

Personality: Ruby is a sweet mare, who is very skittish until you get to know her. Ruby is also a little bit nervous at times but she’s a really strong mare and loves her friends. 

[Canadian Sunfeather]

Name: Virgil

Age: 9 years and 4 months

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Horse breed: Clydesdale

Former owner: Camalia Thornwood

Likes: running, rolling around in the grass, being with other horses, playing pranks (sometimes)

Dislikes: being in one place for too long, not having lots of room to move, flies, being hungry and thirsty

Backstory: Virgil was gifted to the youngest daughter of the royal family for a riding horse and was adored by the princess so much so that she often slept in his stall well away from his hooves of course, however when the queen saw this she told Camalia she could no longer sleep in his stall because of the fact that he was very big and could easily hurt her if he fell the wrong way, he was not happy with the queen but even he knew it was probaly for the best the last thing he wanted to do was hurt his owner if he accidently fell the wrong way in the stall, as the days went by however the princess visited him a lot less until one day it just stopped and he was forgotten about.

Personality: Virgil is very sweet and kind to the other horses and is all around a pretty positive guy with a big heart however he does not like being pushed around by bossy horses and will often stand his ground when he needs too there is a side to him that many fail to see he is also very energetic and loves to run when he has the chance and can even jump if he needs too. 

[tenebria]

Name: Red Velvet (in her prime years, now just Velvet)

Age: 22

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Horse Breed: Quarter Horse

Former Owner: Michelle Coleman

Likes: Reminiscing, galloping, sunny pastures, wind in her mane, distant thunder, sweet smells, large crowds, younger horses, telling stories, having meaningful discussions

Dislikes: Being stuck in her stall for days, when the youngsters go to shows, humid weather, cold, harsh voices, bully horses

Backstory: Velvet was born in a primarily quarter horse barn, known for breeding horses of wonderful stamina. Her first 3 years were filled with warmth and adventure, as she found a joy in racing. She was the most energetic filly at the barn, and it wasn't a surprise when she was chosen by a young up and coming barrel racer, Michelle Coleman. At the time the girl was only 15, but experience and confidence already exuded from her. Their bond was swift and strong, as Michelle taught Velvet all she now knows, and not just of barrel racing. She taught her the joy of watching a sunset, the peace in listening to the birds as they awoke in the morning, as often she would sleep in her stall, that is when her mother didn't catch her. Velvet loved the girl with all her heart, and knew she would do anything for her. When she had heard of training, she had been skeptical and wary, but with Michelle, it hardly felt like training! It was a bonding experience, a balance of trust each time. And it was in record time that she was able to be fully tacked up, and cued to move through her gaits with a simple click or kiss. That year seemed to fly by in golden warmth of love and trust, and in the next year, they began to ride together. And she never once threw her rider. Within half a year they were cantering through fields, racing through forests, and fording over streams. Trail rides became their life, and it built up Velvet's stamina wonderfully. Again, a year passed. And then they began to train, for something that would become Velvet's life blood. Barrels. The pattern, the speed, the desperate adrenaline of throwing herself around those barrels, it thrilled her to her soul. Nothing made her more happy or charged than to take off through that pattern, whipping herself around those barrels and plunging forwards, giving her all for her rider. At the age of 7, they entered the city's rodeo. Velvet was a bit nervous with all the noise, but with Michelle on her back, she could know no fear. Together they rode up to the gate, then burst forward, flashing past the timer, and throwing themselves around the barrels. Each time Michelle's toe scraped the large obstacles, but never did they tip as Velvet put all her young muscle into the turns. When they raced out, their time was 15.7. Amazing for such a green horse! And from there, their career grew. 

Five more years passed in glory, shining lights and cheering crowds, stomping hooves and loudspeakers blaring, all was music to Velvet's ears. Their names grew to fame, Red Velvet and Michelle Coleman, the Turbo Duo, and they began riding in parades. Fancy tack with jingling bells and colorful fringes and loud bands trumpeting beside them. Velvet never lost her calm or her focus during these times, always being sure to give the crowd a show of her racing spirit as she tossed her head and whinnied, her hooves clattering in a swift pattern on the stones. But always she listened to her rider, never trying to run if she was told to hold back. 

At the age of 15 for Velvet, and 27 for Michelle, the Nationals came. They had prepared for these for years, and now the time had arrived. They entered with a flash of colors and a thunder of hooves as Velvet strained herself to give her all, her muscles bulging. The first two barrels they swept around breathtakingly, Michelle's boot almost scraping the arena. And then the third barrel. They were headed for it perfectly, when suddenly Velvet's hoof sunk deep in a hole in the sand, and an agonizing pain ran up her leg. Michelle immediately felt something wrong in the way Velvet threw herself around that barrel in a scramble, and tried to pull her up, but this time, it was not happening. Velvet had some knowledge of how important this was, and there was no way she was letting any pain stop herself. For the first time, she wrenched the bit in her teeth, and ran. She ran for her rider, for herself, for the roaring crowd, for the screaming loudspeaker, and for her pounding heart. As she flashed over the line, the time blinked on the screen. 13.27. The fastest time of the night. The crowd went wild, but tears were running down Michelle's face as she threw herself from Velvet's back to pick up her leg, which she was now holding off the ground slightly. It was already beginning to swell, and she was rushed to the vet. The rest was a blur of pain and darkness for her. When she came out of it, her leg wrapped, the pain lessened, she heard a murmur around her that she had injured her tendon. And she knew in a sinking moment, her days as a barrel racer were over. Michelle was over as soon as she heard she was awake, and she showed her, with tears in her eyes, a golden buckle. They had won. It brought peace to Velvet's heart as the two stood together, rejoicing and mourning at the same time. 

The next two years were calmer ones for Velvet. It took months for her leg to fully heal enough to do some small galloping, and she showed in some small rodeos, still taking the money most of the time. But each time, her leg would hurt, and finally Michelle decided to stop. She could no longer endanger her horse, as good as she was. They moved on from there to parades, as they were quite famous, and so they went around the states for the next year. But finally, her leg hurt too much even for that much of frequent movement. And with a heavy heart, Michelle responded to an offer she'd gotten. She could retire Velvet to a barn for jumper horses. They were wanting a fiery yet calm tempered mare to help with their high strung jumpers. It was close enough for Michelle to visit whenever she wished, and so, she took it up. Velvet was boarded into the trailer, and driven over, where she was placed in a warm stall, with plenty of padding under her hooves. A small pasture opened up right at the back of her stall, which connected to the larger one the other horses were turned out to. But her heart yearned for the races. 

A year calmed her though, as she stood in her field watching the young ones frolic, she realized how old she was, and she became at peace with her life. She'd had a good run, and now it was time for her to help the other young mares to go forward with their careers and lives. Swiftly after that, she became a motherly figure to all in the barn, listening to their problems, and helping them through them, making them see life for what it was, not what it seemed. Her posture always exuded a warmth and confidence gained from being a seasoned champion. And most wonderful, Michelle still visited as often as she could, and the two would sit together in the pasture, or sometimes Michelle would even clamber to her back to lie on her as they watched the sun move downwards in the sky. Together they would always be in spirit. 

Two years passed as she became a solid figure in the barn, sometimes ignored by some up and coming horses, other times confided in, but all the horses seemed to come and go. None stayed long. And then... one day, a young skittish yet very sweet mare was brought to the barn. Her brown coat was powdered with white, and her form was lithe and strong. She immediately caught Velvet's attention as she jumped when her stall door was slid shut, and she looked around with such nervous unknowing that it cut Velvet's heart. Immediately she made contact with the young mare, nickering to her reassuringly, telling her of how safe this place was, and how her life would gain a purpose and a wonderful sense of satisfaction now. She was thankful her stall was just beside the mares, as the young mare drifted off to a nervous sleep after. That night it seemed she couldn't sleep, and the two talked more. She found her name was Ruby, and she learned of her story, and of why she was so lonely looking. Her two best friends had not accompanied her. Velvet sympathized, and immediately attatched herself to the mare, telling her many fabulous stories of parades and races from times past. 

Not long past until two more mares showed up, and it was quickly found out that they were Ruby's long lost childhood friends! It put a spark of joy back in the young mare's eyes that Velvet was glad to see. And so, Velvet watched as the mare grew. Truly it sometimes seemed she was seeing in her a reflection of her younger self, the fire, the passion, and yet the love she had for her girl. Velvet became a mentor and confidant to the eager, slightly skittish, sweet up and comer. In fact, if she had to admit it, and she did often to herself, her bond with Ruby was the closest she had ever come to having a foal of her own. The two spoke together often late at night, and she ended up sharing almost her entire life with the young mare. True she still did the same with other mares that came, but all the others seemed much more confidant, and full of thoughts that they knew all about the world. But Ruby, Ruby was prepared to learn, and eager to do so as well. And so, their bond grew. 

And then, one night, Ruby was suddenly taken from the barn. Velvet woke in the night to see the mare being loaded into a trailer, the actions of her owner hurried. Velvet began nervously pawing the dirt, and then suddenly she began kicking her door, something she hadn't done in years as her view of the young mare was cut off. True she had left before, but never like this, in the dead of the night! She began whinnying, shifting nervously, tossing her head. And then suddenly, like magic, Michelle appeared. "Easy girl, I know... I know... I'm here. I won't let it happen, I'll get you somewhere safe" she promised in a low voice as she quickly attached her halter and led her out to the driveway, into a trailer. Velvet didn't know what was happening or where she was going, but she trusted her rider. In the trailer was some grain, which she ate as she calmed down. And then suddenly, she felt so tired. The trailer stopped a while later, and Michelle came around. "I'm so sorry my sweet mare, but this is for the best. You'll understand" she heard her owners voice faintly and followed her automatically, stumbling slightly as she was led into some grass. Her halter was taken off, and she crumpled to the ground, her eyes closing. She barely felt the hug Michelle gave her hard, then suddenly she was gone. And Velvet was unconscious. 

Personality: Velvet is a calm mare, with a sensible no nonsense mind, and a motherly nature. She still has some of her wild spirit to her, and will venture to gallop in the pastures now and then, but not often. She never speaks sharply unless it is called for, and has a fondness for humans. She is hardly ever scared or made to spook, as she has seen far too many things in her life for anything to scare her now. As she aged, Velvet's speed and stamina might have diminished, but her wisdom and experience grew exponentially. She became a beacon of tranquility and shared her hard-earned lessons with the younger horses in the barn. Through her guidance, Velvet continued to inspire others, reminding them that age does not define one's spirit or their potential for excellence.

[Abbster]

Welcome to the rp tenebria!! glad to have you with us!!

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