Quinn
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Name: Quinn
Gender: stallion
Color: smokey black sabino
Height: 14.0hh
Parents: foundation
Age: 3 years
Personality: Scarred | Doubtful | Anxious | Lonely
Quinn was rescued by our staff after we saw him on a early morning trail ride. He was deeply cut and very weak. Cougars and bobcats are common in this area and it looked like he was attacked by one. He was very hesitant to trust us and we had to drag him into the trailer to get him back to the ranch since he was so weak. He struggled to heal and he gets very anxious around new people or new tolters. He is very hesitant to love or trust people or tolters. His past troubles him and he is mentally scarred worse than he is physically scarred. He gets very lonely at times and we try to surround him by positive and supportive staff members and tolters. This has been slowly helping him.
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Story: As I sat on the cool shady riverbanks, I thought about the attack. The wounds and scars still felt fresh as if the cougar had just pounced upon me. Shivers ran down my spine as the memory came alive in my mind. It was winter time and the snow slowly began to glide through the crisp air. My rider was the only human I trusted and she coaxed me to go on a new trail ride. I groaned with disapproval as she slid my bridle and tack on. She looked me in the eyes and I gave her a good glare. My rider had never done me wrong and I didn’t want to disappoint her or be a moody handful for her. She slowly stroked my neck then hopped up onto the saddle. I slowly walked out of the stable and approached the far gate, leaving the ranch. The snow drifted through the air and I took a deep breath of the cold, crisp air. Something didn't seem right and I could feel it. I flicked my ears back and forth as I heard the branches sway in the wind and movement throughout the forest. This wasn't our first time going into the forest alone but it still made me cautious and nervous. I slowly stepped off of the trail and onto the slushy snow to get us to the new trail my rider wanted to try. She pulled on my reins and I jolted. My rider took a deep breath and seemed to be in a panic. I heard the snow crunch underneath my feet as we continued walking. Low branches and a steady snowfall made it hard to see. We continued slowly through the forest. I heard loud footsteps behind me and swung around only to see a mountain lion stalking us. Pure adrenaline and fear raced through my blood. My rider screamed out and I started running as fast as I could back to the ranch. The mountain lion was right on our tail and my rider screamed and yelled for any kind of help. I just kept running. Snowflakes began to fall all over my face and eyes and my vision began to blur. The trees all seemed to blur together and the path was soon forgotten. I was running for my life. My rider screamed as she fell off of me and I couldn't stop. I needed to get out. I needed help badly. Soon, I realized I was trapped as I fell into the cold rushing waters of the river. Ice chunks floated by me and I scrambled to get out of the water. The currents were strong and panic fogged my mind. The sting of the mountain lion's claws awoke my mind as I realized it had jumped in after me as well. I felt sharp teeth big into my shoulder and claws swung across my face. I was struggling to swim and stay afloat. I couldn't swim and fight at the same time. My mind and body began to shut down as I let the pain and cold water sink into my bones. The loud sound of a gun firing a bullet rang out as my rider and people screamed. I fell into a trance and let the cold numb my pain and water wash away my blood. The currents took me down the river for miles until I hit a riverbank and awoke from my mindless state. I laid on the riverbank and slept. I had no hope of surviving until humans found my nearly lifeless body and pulled me into a trailer to take me to a new home. I wish I could forget this horrid day. I wish I would have listened to my intuition and not my rider. Regret plagues me everyday. For others consistently disappoint me so I must guard my heart carefully.
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Story: Remi had been bothering me for months. More than anything I wanted to be left alone and enjoy some peace and quiet. We started off as friends which was tolerable. I used to find her intriguing and I was interested in pursuing her. But she latched on too quickly. And now, she’s become clingier and clingier. Anger and frustration slowly began to build up inside of me. All I wanted was personal space. I had been playing with the idea of letting down my guards and letting her know more about me. But, as I started to pull away, she only grasped onto me harder. When I would see her, my blood would begin to boil and my jaw would clench instantly. She would only bother me, no one else. I was the poor unfortunate soul she latched onto. Hiding from her and ignoring her only made things worse and my anger only grew larger. Usually I have self control and can contain myself but today was different. I was in the worst mood and if Remi stepped one inch towards me, I was going to snap at her. As I marched off to my secluded corner of the pasture, my eyes scoured across the field to see if Remi was out here. Low and behold, she was. I groaned and sighed under my breath as she began to eagerly approach me. I rolled my eyes and looked away from her but she was oblivious to my direct body language. I stared her down and clenched my teeth. Her eyes read of eagerness and naivety. I scowled at her and shouted “You know Remi, I’ve had enough. I’ve been your friend for months but you’ve read me completely wrong. I’m tired of your clinginess. You need to make friends and not depend on me. You want to be more than friends, mates perhaps. But I am the completely wrong choice for you. I don’t want you in my life anymore. You’re too dependent on me. You poke and prod at me to open up and share my past. But my past is pushed into a deep dark corner where it will stay. Your questions about my scars and how I got them need to stop. And I need some personal space. I barely have space to breath. Now let me go sit alone in my corner and go socialize with someone else.” I stared deep into her eyes and they were filled with tears that slowly dripped down her face and she began to sob immensely. I knew I had to feel something other than relief in response to how I made Remi feel. But I didn’t. Guilt and self disappointment were no where to be found within me. Her face said she wanted to say something in response but words wouldn’t come out of her mouth. I stomped away as fast as I could and didn’t look back. I said what I needed and had wanted to say. I felt so relieved. Once I got to my corner of seclusion, I looked across the pasture and every set of eyes was staring into my soul. Remi was surrounded by other tolters. I didn’t care anymore.