Form
Name: Levi
Age (no younger than 3, please): 6
Er..'fate' (work horse? jumper? abused? loved?): Used mostly as a work horse. Considered the "nag" that anyone can ride if necessary
Personality: patient, sweet, had a temper, but was broken by training.
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Form
Name: Chance
Age (no younger than 3, please): 8
Er..'fate' (work horse? jumper? abused? loved?): Loved, almost to the point of abuse. He is owned by a little girl named Cara who loves to feed him treats. He is rarely worked, and is rather overweight. Cara rarely comes to see him, and he spends most of his time without human interaction
Personality: quite lazy, due to overweightness, can be greedy when it comes to food, but a rather gentle horse.
Looks:

Caitie

the truth never set me free, so I did it myself

Ew, no. :|
Jk, of coursee but let's start!

Luke closed his eyes and pushed his weight off one leg, dozing in the corner of his stall. "Back up," a man suddenly said, spooking the gelding slightly. He lifted his head and had no choice but to back against the stall door pushing into his side, standing still a bit remorsefully as the man haltered him. Luke was nearly always the first, or one of the first, horses to be led out of the barn in the morning, and could be soon reentering and exiting his stall various times throughout the day.

Form
Name: Kona
Age (no younger than 3, please): 7
Er..'fate' (work horse? jumper? abused? loved?): Abusedish.
Personality: Kona wasn't quite as fortunate. His life as a wild horse was quite glorious, and once caught everything changed. Some say it scarred him for life. He looks at everyone with a horrid expression now and is afraid to be happy. He was tossed from auction to auction only ending up at young teenagers hands who thought they could tame the beautiful beast. He has many scars to show his past. Upon arriving here he recieved much training. He now allows many people to ride him daily, but many are more abusive then they realize. After an accident with a trail rider he was beaten badly and will never look at the people of Rushmore the same again. They don't either, which only causes his life to be worst.
Looks:

Kona stood in the back of his box stall, his head hanging as he rested peacefully. Footsteps approaching caused his ears to flick forward. A man appeared in front of the door. He opened it and walked over, a leather halter hanging from his hand. Kona pinned his ears, raising his head slightly. "Don't even start," The man spat, quickly shoving the halter over his nose before he could oblige. He then pulled the chain lead shank over his nose, giving a short jerk to lead the horse forward. Kona let out a grunt, obviously not happy to be interupted by his nice snooze.

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"Hey girl," Kia said softly to her mare, walking into the stall with an embroided pink nylon halter in her hand. Shiloh lifted her head and walked over to the short girl, nuzzling her gently for treats. Kia smiled, pulling out a sugar cube from her pocket, which the mare lipped up contentedly. Shiloh stood perfectly still, as she had been taught, while Kia haltered her, following after her as she led her out of the stall and into the cross ties, next to Amera. The girl picked out her feet after a few minutes, then tossed her pink saddle pad over Shiloh's back.

Luke was not at all willing to follow, pinning his ears slightly as the man led him to the other cross ties, where he was always tacked up, without bothering to brush him off, he immeadiately started for the heavy western trail saddle, picking up a pad as well and throwing it over Luke's broad back.

Chance stood in his stall, nibbling at the hay at his feet. He heard a familiar giggle and the quick pitter patter of a little girl's feet. He poked his head over and nickered, knowing that the girl had a treat. He stuck his nose close to the girl, waiting to recieve his sweet. The girl held out several small, multicolored hearts and Chance licked them from her hand eagerly. He chewed and swallowed and was soon nudging her again for more. Cara giggled, but walked away, saying, "No more for you," in a sing song voice. Chance dropped his head back to his hay again.

Caitie

the truth never set me free, so I did it myself

good post. :D
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Amera looked over at Shiloh. "Morning," She greeted softly. Megan approached her from the side unclipping the cross ties and backing her up. "see you in the arena," She said before Megan had led her off, not giving Shiloh a chance to respond.

Kona tossed his head in the air, irritated at the man. A sharp jerk over his nose caught his attention. The man tied him to the outside of his stall. Kona took a small step back, the chain greeting him and changing his mind. A heavy piece of tack was suddenly placed on his back and he pinned his ears, jerking back. The man ignored him, sliding the leather through the girth and pulling it tight. Kona sidestepped, snapping the air with his teeth. It was a habit he had learned from his previous home. A group of teenage 'cowboys' had purchased him, teaching him what a whip and spurs were. Most of all, everytime they went to tighten the girth and he moved a step, he was beaten. Because of that, he'd bite everything in sight. The man caught him by surprise, smacking him hard in the face. Kona stumbled to the side, the girth pulling tighter and pinching his skin underneath. He pinned his ears, relieved when the man stepped back. The bit was something the horse never wanted to deal with. A man from not to far off assisted the large man approaching Kona with the bridle. The two kept the halter on, one holding the halter as the other shoved the hard metal against his teeth. Kona refused to open his mouth, throwing his head high in the air. The man muttered something angrily, using one hand to pry his mouth open. It was open only an inch before the man slammed the bit up into his mouth, and jerking the head set over his ears.

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Shiloh nickered after Amera, lowering her head as Kia continued to tack her up. She placed her small saddle on her back, taking the girth and fumbling with it before finally tightening it on one side. The little girl took Shiloh's bridle and put the bit up to her mouth, the mare opening after a moment and standing still until Kia led her off towards the arena.

A man suddenly jerked Luke's girth up on one side, making him squeal in protest. The male ignored the horse, shoving a bit that was a bit too small into his mouth.