War

"War"
11 y/o Gypsy Vanner Stallion
Born on December 1st, 1997
Standing at 16hh, registered Chestnut Tobiano
Warring Countries x Deepest Cut
Hunter: Regular Working, Conformation
Hunter Hack

Our multicultural young gent, War is one of our more traveled horses. Born and bred in Russia he was imediately sold along with his dam to a farm in Sweden. He lived there until he was three, and I'd like to think of those as happy years though I'm afraid they most likely were not. It was at this point that the gentle colt his breeder's knew and loved grew angry and conflicting, an angsty teen going against the world. I'm not sure anyone will know just what changed War, but I suppose it doesn't matter as this massive stallion in unlikely to change. From there, he was sold to a serious of homes in Ireland, always packed off after a month or two thanks to his demeanor. But at last War fell into the hands of someone as angry and stubborn as he was. She was the daughter of a wealthy family, who suffered from a serious of illnesses. But that didn't stop her from riding, and quickly yet another side emerged within War: he was a highly competative bastard, if I do say so myself.

Between him and his Irish mistress, they turned foxhunting into a way of life - both dedicated themselves completely to the sport, and as the years went by the pair began fine tuning their performance, changing from work in the field to showing off in the arena. While War is larger than most Vanners, he has a natural skill for jumping and is overly precise in his execution. Safe to say, he won't except anything less than perfection from himself, and even then that's rarely good enough. He hungers to be the best, craves it with his entire soul. It's the one thing that brings War back to life, radiating confidence and spirit. When he's not training, working, or showing you can see it in those big blue eyes of his that he's thinking about one of the three. War's a man that lives for his work, and does it beautifully.

Sadly, or happily depending on your view, life in Ireland wasn't meant for War. His owner grew very ill, and eventually couldn't ride. To keep the temptation away, the family picked up and moved into the city - selling their horses, home, and everything else that would remind her of War. And that's where I come in. I'd been visiting a friend, and while wandering the streets playing tourist I happened to notice that there was a small public auction being held that day. We almost didn't go, having made other plans, but at the last minute decided it might be fun. I hadn't expected what happened next. From a large opening came a various assortment of horses and tack, none of which caught my eye. But when this crimson-spotted boy stormed in, thick mass of curls plaited and feathering flying, I was so surprised I didn't even listen to what the auctioneer had to say - I would take him home with me, and that was the only thing I cared about. Later I learned of his attitude problems, but wasn't phased. ORC was filled with a whole assortment of difficult horses, and I had fallen hard for this charming young stallion.

Of course, I couldn't take him home right away, since nothing is ever that easy. But in three months I drove to the airport and met my beloved War. Despite how long it had been, I was still enthralled with him. I could see that travel hadn't agreed with my nasty-tempered Vanner, but he seemed healthy so I was happy. At some point during his time in quarantine and throughout his travels his feathering had been destroyed, most of it hacked off crudely. For the next few months War mostly rested, something which never agreed with him. He liked to be on constant action, pushing himself to the brink. But after the first two months, he started to come around. He'd been undergoing weekly sessions with a massage specialist and was starting to lose all of that old tension - he'd also started grasping the idea that he didn't have to always work to be adored, as he was daily doted upon. Back in action once more, War is a changed man. While he is still a tornado of energy, he's not as angry as he had been when I first found him.

Now he has begun a new adventure, namely, reproduction. As War is the highest level of quality a Vanner can be, with flawless conformation and fine, silky feathering that has grown in thicker than before, we know he'll leave little or nothing desired in his offspring. There's high hopes that his foals will inherit solid dispositions, along with his work ethic, loud coloration, and striking features.
Created. Clononeed Ard Ri.

Equipment
[ 1 ] Nylon Halter
[ 1 ] Nylon Leadline
[ 1 ] Baker Turnout Blanket
[ 1 ] Summer Sheet
[ 1 ] Kensington Fleece Cooler
[ 1 ] Open Ear Fly Mask
Perishables: None

Reproduction
2008: War Of The Roses Chestnut Tobiano Gypsy Vanner Filly [ Vintage Princess ]
Fee: $0.00 LFG/Stands and Nurses

Registration
[ x ] ED: #02653
Participant: None

Show Record available upon request.