Tidal
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Show Name: Rolling With the Current
Barn Name: Tidal
Color: Black Roan Tobiano
Gender: mare
Age: 3 years
Height: 14.2 hh
Parents: foundation
Personality: High-energy | Protective | Sassy | Motherly
Tidal is high energy and is very protective. She is a sassy girl who is very motherly. She cares for everyone she meets and becomes friends with almost anyone. She is a social butterfly and is very extroverted.
Discipline: Tidal is a great barrel racer because she is high energy and is easy to train. She always tries her best and is a trooper in the arena.
Friends: Cendres, Brye, Zara, Athens, Anouke, Thea, and Kasra (the loud, confident, sassy group)
Relationship with best friend: One day, Tidal (age 2 months) was trotting down the beach looking for some seaweed. She saw a small turtle tangled in netting and trash. She ripped the netting off of the little guy and started talking to the young creature. His name was Honu and they became instant friends. Every night at sunset they would watch the gorgeous sunset. Honu and Tidal would sit underneath the palm trees and chat. They were inseparable. Their friendship grew over the years and Tidal saw Honu less and less. She got worried about him. He came back to him and had a family with many children. Tidal still hadn't met her mate (age 2 years). Tidal then was sold away and had to say goodbye to her beloved friend. But, every summer, she sees her treasured companion and they relax once more under the palm trees.
Mate: Damien
Offspring:
•Treyven
•Savas
•With mate for Canuckkid1
•With mate for Canuckkid1
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Permission Quote:
Canickkid1 wrote: I Canuck, give aray permission to breed my stallion Damien to their mate tidal two times
Story: The hot sand beneath my hooves seeped through the cracks and grinded against my fur coat. The crashing of the waves and the sound of their soothing retreat across the dewy wet sand. The mounds of seaweed intrigued me as I took an overview of the beach. Sunshine pierced through the clouds and warmed my body. I walked casually over to the mound of seaweed and picked through the massive pile until I found a long enough strand to whip around in the wind. As I trotted happily down the beach with my seaweed flailing around, I heard a cry come out from what looked like another pile of seaweed off in the distance. I squinted my eyes and slowly approached the suspicious wriggling mound. As I grew closer and closer to it, I saw it was a tangled mess of fishing nets, ropes, and a strange sea creature. Its eyes were filled with fear as it looked at me with terror and distraught. The odd creature was a sea turtle. Mama had told me about these things during one of her long lectures. My weak young body tried to pull the ropes and nets off of my struggling friend. But they did not budge. The sea turtle began to cry and scream for help as I laid next to him. I said to him "Hold on, I am going to go get help and will be back as fast as I can." I sprinted as fast as I could through the damp sand on the beach. As sand flew into my eyes, I did not care. I needed to get Mama and get help for my new friend. I could not let him simply just die alone all tangled up. The stables were in my sight and I started to scream out to my Mama, who was standing with my Papa and some other tolters. When I reached them, I tried to catch my breath and tell them about my tangled sea turtle friend but the words were all jumbled. Finally I blurted out in between breaths, "My friend is hurt. Come help." Everyone followed my lead down the cloudy beach as we called out to my sea turtle buddy. I saw his trap of ropes and nets and shouted to the rest of the herd. We reached him and immediately the stallions began to gently pull and lift the ropes and nets off of my newly found friend. He began to gasp for air as his neck was released from the tightly bound ropes that were strangling him. Mama stood next to the group and everyone watched as I laid down beside my sea turtle buddy. The herd left us beside each other and headed back to the barn. I looked into his eyes and they were no longer filled with fear and anxiety. He looked at peace and relieved. We rested together for a while as the waves continued to crash against the soft sands of the beach. My friend sighed and said "Thank you so much for saving my life. I owe you everything. My name is Honu by the way." I smiled and said "It's an honor to be your friend. My name is Tidal." That is when we became friends. The next day I returned to the beach where I met Honu yesterday. The clouds sat low in the sky, as it was just before sunrise. I walked in the shallow tropical waters as their waves were gentler than the day before. It felt different than yesterday. I ran up and down the beach searching for my new friend, Honu. Disappointment began to creep in because I longed to see my friend once again. I wanted to check on him and make sure he was okay since the traumatic event yesterday. I ran farther down the beach than I ever had before. My Mama said to stay within a mile of the stables so she could always find me but today, I wanted to venture further than I had ever gone before. I started to call out to Honu and call his name, hoping that he would call back to me and that I would find him. That is when I saw him lying under the shady palm trees, high up on the dry sand of the beach. Dry sand began to clump to my wet legs as I walked uphill through the hot dry sand of the sand dunes. He was sound asleep in the cooling shade of the cluster of palm trees. I gently nudged his sturdy shell with my hoof and he immediately jolted awake. I jumped back and said "I'm so sorry Honu, I did not mean to frighten you." I laid down beside him as his breathing slowed down. A gigantic smile ran across Honu's face as he looked at me with excitement. He said "Do you want to go swimming with me?" I smiled and nodded and down to the inviting waters we went. I ran as fast as I could down to the soothing waves as Honu scooted and shimmied down the sand dune and down to the ocean. I slowly dipped my hooves in as the sun began to rise across the horizon. Honu swam out far while I stayed in closer to the shore where I could stand comfortably. I watched Honu glide through the water and occasionally reach his head up above the waves to catch a breath. His graceful movements and ability to zip and zoom through the powerful currents put me into a trance and awe. He swam up beside me and playfully splashed me, soaking what remaining dry spots I had on my coat. I laughed and giggled as I chased him through the waters, making sure I did not go too deep or far out into the ocean so I could easily get back to shore. Honu would swim out far then loop back around once he realized that I was staying withing touching reach of the ocean floor. I swam out a little farther to test my limits, but immediately felt the strong undertow and currents. I quickly swam back to touching reach as anxiety and fear crushed my ounce of confidence. Honu and I soon made our ways back to shore, out of the refreshing ocean and onto the hot dry sand to warm up a bit. Soon, I had to head back to my Mama. But I told Honu I would see him again shortly. For a couple of years, I visited Honu almost everyday. It was our routine. The day had come where I was going to be leaving the tropical island of Maui. I had been officially sold to the mainland and tomorrow, I would make my journey to my new home, leaving my parents and friends forever. Honu had known this day was coming and yet we both tried our bests to avoid discussing it or thinking about it. But, it was constantly on my mind. For two years of my life, I would visit Honu almost everyday and now I am leaving my best friend and only friend. As I walked down to the beach for the last time, I felt the hot grains of sand grind in between my horseshoes and hooves. I felt the sand begin to cling to my legs and the ocean mist float through the slight breeze. It was just before sunrise as I walked across the beach, absorbing in all of its magic for the last time. Tears began to pool up in my eyes as I wondered what "home" would be like for me next. It was bittersweet, because I was longing for independence. Well, not full fledged independence. But the opportunity to be my own individual and grow outside of what my parents thought was acceptable and unacceptable. I took a deep breath in as tears began to drip and glide down my face and onto the soft sand. I looked down at the fallen tears on the sand and sighed. Then I just took off running down the beach. I was done being sad. I had to make the most of this day and enjoy it to the fullest. I ran farther down the beach than I had ever been before. Ignoring my mother's original mile distance rule. I simply did not care anymore because I had nothing to lose. If I died on Maui at the young age of two, so be it. But I was not going to let fear stop me at some silly imaginary boundary. I scoured the new terrain and scenery for anything that sparked my interest. The waves were strong and powerful today. Tempting to jump in and let the undertow take me where ever it pleased. I came to a screeching halt as I saw the massive rocky lava cliffside up ahead. Rumor had it that there was an abandoned sea cave at the base of it and I was devilishly tempted to find it. But first, I wanted to kick some sand and let my frustrations go. I ran up into the hot sand dunes and began to kick and flail around, creating a cloud of sand. I screamed and yelled, letting all of my sadness and frustration go. I could not stop myself and kicked and flailed my neck until I fell onto the hot sand and had to catch my breath. The cloud of sand began to settle back onto the sand dune and I sighed. I stood up and shook the dry and dusty sand off of my coat. Then, I peered up to the top of the lava cliff and looked up at the seagulls flying up above my head. I looked closely at the base of the lava cliff and searched hard to find the sea cave entrance. Slowly, I walked over to the lava cliff and then stopped once I reached its base. The ocean's powerful waves crashed up against the front of the cliff again and again, mercilessly. As the waters retreated back to the ocean, I saw the entrance to the eroded sea cave. It was at the front of the lava cliff, an extremely dangerous feat to pull off alone. What if the waves came rushing in and consumed me? I thought hard about it. I shook my head and approached the front of the lava cliff, just out of the reach of the waves. The waves taunted me and their height and strength grew within seconds. Fear and doubt began to consume me and I decided to retreat, as I did not want the painful and lonely death of drowning in a sea cave. Mama had lost a friend to that sea cave and I knew in the back of my mind that my conscience was right. I broke out into a gallop down the beach and back towards the stables and where I was most familiar with. Out of the corner of my right eye, I saw Honu sitting once again under his favorite cluster of palm trees, high up on the sand dune. Honu called out to me and I looped back around to him. I smiled and tears began to pool up in my eyes again. Then I burst into tears as I laid down next to him and laid my neck across his hard shell on his back. Honu tried to reassure me and calm me down. But I could not stop crying. I cried until the sand below my face was damp from collecting all of my tears. Snot and spit dripped from my face and I did not care. I had to let it all go. Had to get it all out before never seeing my beloved friend ever again. Honu started to talk about the day I first met him, entangled in fishing nets and ropes. We both laughed and cried about the memories we had made with one another. His kind words warmed my heart. Then, I stood up and stretched. Honu looked up at me and I signalled for him to follow me. I walked slowly down to the calm and welcoming waves as I sighed and breathed deeply. Honu followed right beside me. We both slowly eased our ways into the water and we both let out a big collective sigh of relief. The ocean's calming and refreshing ways felt good after crying for so long. I dunked my head under the water and stayed under for a little bit. Just to think and recollect myself. I felt Honu nudge me and I surfaced. His face read of concern and worry but I smiled and he quickly smiled too. Then, we splashed each other and swam out quite farther than I was capable of when I was a small foal. We swam back to shore and I laid down next to Honu and embraced him. Knowing it would be our last time together, we sat there for a while in silence. Then, I stood up and stretched. Looking down at Honu, I saw tears begin to drip down his face and I gave him one last strong hug before walking back to the stables. I looked down from my stall, out onto the ocean and smiled. (1000+)
by: Castiel
