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CoaH SNOW FOX

Cremello American Quarter Horse Mare

Registered Name: CoaH Snow Fox
Barn Name: Fox
Bloodline: Foundation
Breed: American Quarter Horse
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.3 hh
Weight: 1,000 lbs
Age: 4
Eyes: Frost Blue
Color: Cremello
Markings:
Star and strip
Irregular snip
Left-front sock
Left-hind sock

Discipline(s):
Trail
Western Pleasure
Barrel Racing
Pole Bending

Body: Compact
Type: Cunning
Vice: Nipping at people’s clothing, sometimes tearing the fabric.
Quirk: Escaping stalls and paddocks.

BREEDING

Genetics: Fox carries the cream gene, and can produce anything from cremellos, palominos, and to buckskins. Shades may highly vary, as well as pattern. Eye color will only typically pass with sire’s traits if sire is of painted color. Fox must be bred to Palomino, Buckskin, or Cremello to produce those colors.
Foals have a 60% chance to be small like their dam. They will also receive a 70% chance to acquire a smart and cunning disposition. Foals will be better suited for Westerns sports as apposed to English.

Status: Closed.

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BACKGROUND

Personality: Fox highly lives up to her name, as she didn’t have one upon arrival to the farm. It only took a few days for the handles to realize what a little terror they had on their hands. Although very gentle, and calm in nature, Fox is cunning, and smart, and if left alone she can figure her way out of paddocks, and sometimes even stalls. Trainers and handlers were pleased she grew into a very clam horse, as was able to focus much of her mind onto quick and easy training. Melody prefers to be her main rider, and enjoys bareback pasture gallops in the afternoons with the mare, but because of other horses requiring most of her attention, Melody allows Fox to be handled by a select few people.
Fox seems to enjoy the company of Richard, but he is not seen riding her often, as he looks a little awkward and large on the small mare.
Fox must also be stalled in the heat of the summer, as her pelt makes her an easy target for sunburn and damage. She enjoys the winter season, seeming most alive in the fields of snow. However, due to her coat turning nearly white in the cold season, she sometimes blends too much into her scenery, causing a few scares.
Fox excels in her work as a trail horse, and works hard as a barrel racer, but her relaxed demeanor makes it hard to get her to top speeds.
In all, the small mare is an easy keep of the Chronicles, and a pale jewel in Melody’s eyes.

History: Melody was notorious for getting herself into trouble with the For Sale ads. It got to the point where Richard had tried to always get the mail before her, just to weed out those articles. This week, Melody had made it to the box before him, and slipped the flyer under a few books on the office desk until that evening.
While Richard had been engrossed in tasks on his side of the manor, Melody had slipped into the main family room with the sales booklet. She relaxed into the white couch, flipping to the horses as her Papillon, Ulfric, jumped into her lap. She browsed through the sections, mainly coming across older horses in need of a retirement farm, or ponies that kids had grown out of.
It was close to the end of the section that she came across something that peeked her interest. An open house of a few well bred yearlings was taking place that weekend. It promised performability and color, two things that Melody liked to look for.
Richard seemed to sense the rustling of the sales articles, as he came gliding into the family room.
“What do you have?” he said quickly.
Melody looked at him, and swiftly stuffed the paper to her side. “Nothing.”
“Those aren’t sales articles, are they?”
“No.” She looked at him, “maybe.”
“No, Melody. No!” He leaped at her, diving over the arm of the couch.
She let out a scream of laughter, and rolled from the couch, watching Richard land with a bounce. She crumpled the paper tightly in her hand, and scrambled from the floor onto her feet. She raced around the couch, and slid over the wood floor of the hall way in her socks. Richard was not far behind.
“Give it to me!” he yelled.
“No!” she called from another room, having her footing back on the carpet.
“Give it now!” he said, following her voice.
“No, Richard! You always hide it from me!”
“Because you always come home with a horse!” He spotted her, but she slipped past him, and back into the hall way.
“So?”
“We can’t afford it! We barely have enough funds, not to mention people to take care of what we have.”
“We’ll find more. We’ll enter the horses in shows to earn money!” she called back, slipping to her knees onto the marble tile in the kitchen. She hesitated, looking at the floor. She never understood why her parents spent so much money on things when regular tile would be just as nice.
However, that hesitation cost her a fragile second and Richard was already upon her when she stood up.
He pinned her against the wall, looking straight at her. “Give me.”
She looked at him, silently shaking her head.
“Please? Now?” he begged.
She looked at him, tracing the features of his face. “Umm,” she whispered softly.
Richard gazed into her eyes, blue as ice. He realized just how close he was, and his heart jumped. His face softened, and his arms relaxed, leaning against the wall.
Melody could feel her lips wanting to quiver. She lifted the ad quickly in front of her face, pointing to the ad. “Can we go?” she said, fighting back a nervous choke, hiding her face from him and biting her bottom lip.
He read it, then finally pushed away from her. Silently she let out a breath, but lowered her eyes.
“Sure,” he said, and as she moved the ad in surprise, she found him already moving out from the kitchen.

That weekend, they made the long trip to the sales lot. For some reason, the venture had felt awkward. Richard followed Melody, but didn’t have much to say. She pushed her way to the fence to look into the colorful herd of frantic yearlings. It seemed to only take one to set off the mob.
There was one little filly that stood out against all the others. Not only was she the only one standing quietly, but she was small with an extraordinary pale cream coat. Against the others, a roan palomino, and buckskin, and more, she stuck the most in Melody’s mind.
A volunteer noticed Melody gazing off at the filly. “I see you like the pale one,” she said, walking up to Melody.
“I do. She’s gorgeous.” She responded.
“She’s a spunk though. Loving, but very crafty. You’ll have to keep an eye on her if you buy that one,” the lady said in caution.
“Thank you,” Melody said, raising an eyebrow. She turned back to the small, pale filly, unable to see any trouble coming from such a gentle foal.
How wrong Melody was.

ACHIEVEMENTS AND CHAMPIONSHIPS

PAIGE STUD RACE OF 2010
CLASS: Quarter Horse 440 yard Sprint Race
RANK: 4th

YFS RISING STAR SUMMER SHOW 2010
CLASS: Adult Halter
RANK: 2nd
Judges Comments:
"Stocky built mare with gorgeous proportions.
Strong legs and powerful strides with lots of air.
A graceful head with intelligent eyes."

EXTRA

Artist Note: Isn’t she a doll? My new lovely, Snow Fox. Well, not mine yet, but I’m hoping! She’s actually a purchase from Mendokusee that I’m working for. I hope you like her. I love her. <3

Credits:

Horse Design ©
Story and art ©

Description

CoaH SNOW FOX

Cremello American Quarter Horse Mare

Registered Name: CoaH Snow Fox
Barn Name: Fox
Bloodline: Foundation
Breed: American Quarter Horse
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.3 hh
Weight: 1,000 lbs
Age: 4
Eyes: Frost Blue
Color: Cremello
Markings:
Star and strip
Irregular snip
Left-front sock
Left-hind sock

Discipline(s):
Trail
Western Pleasure
Barrel Racing
Pole Bending

Body: Compact
Type: Cunning
Vice: Nipping at people’s clothing, sometimes tearing the fabric.
Quirk: Escaping stalls and paddocks.

BREEDING

Genetics: Fox carries the cream gene, and can produce anything from cremellos, palominos, and to buckskins. Shades may highly vary, as well as pattern. Eye color will only typically pass with sire’s traits if sire is of painted color. Fox must be bred to Palomino, Buckskin, or Cremello to produce those colors.
Foals have a 60% chance to be small like their dam. They will also receive a 70% chance to acquire a smart and cunning disposition. Foals will be better suited for Westerns sports as apposed to English.

Status: Closed.

Booking List:
--

--

Get:
--

--

BACKGROUND

Personality: Fox highly lives up to her name, as she didn’t have one upon arrival to the farm. It only took a few days for the handles to realize what a little terror they had on their hands. Although very gentle, and calm in nature, Fox is cunning, and smart, and if left alone she can figure her way out of paddocks, and sometimes even stalls. Trainers and handlers were pleased she grew into a very clam horse, as was able to focus much of her mind onto quick and easy training. Melody prefers to be her main rider, and enjoys bareback pasture gallops in the afternoons with the mare, but because of other horses requiring most of her attention, Melody allows Fox to be handled by a select few people.
Fox seems to enjoy the company of Richard, but he is not seen riding her often, as he looks a little awkward and large on the small mare.
Fox must also be stalled in the heat of the summer, as her pelt makes her an easy target for sunburn and damage. She enjoys the winter season, seeming most alive in the fields of snow. However, due to her coat turning nearly white in the cold season, she sometimes blends too much into her scenery, causing a few scares.
Fox excels in her work as a trail horse, and works hard as a barrel racer, but her relaxed demeanor makes it hard to get her to top speeds.
In all, the small mare is an easy keep of the Chronicles, and a pale jewel in Melody’s eyes.

History: Melody was notorious for getting herself into trouble with the For Sale ads. It got to the point where Richard had tried to always get the mail before her, just to weed out those articles. This week, Melody had made it to the box before him, and slipped the flyer under a few books on the office desk until that evening.
While Richard had been engrossed in tasks on his side of the manor, Melody had slipped into the main family room with the sales booklet. She relaxed into the white couch, flipping to the horses as her Papillon, Ulfric, jumped into her lap. She browsed through the sections, mainly coming across older horses in need of a retirement farm, or ponies that kids had grown out of.
It was close to the end of the section that she came across something that peeked her interest. An open house of a few well bred yearlings was taking place that weekend. It promised performability and color, two things that Melody liked to look for.
Richard seemed to sense the rustling of the sales articles, as he came gliding into the family room.
“What do you have?” he said quickly.
Melody looked at him, and swiftly stuffed the paper to her side. “Nothing.”
“Those aren’t sales articles, are they?”
“No.” She looked at him, “maybe.”
“No, Melody. No!” He leaped at her, diving over the arm of the couch.
She let out a scream of laughter, and rolled from the couch, watching Richard land with a bounce. She crumpled the paper tightly in her hand, and scrambled from the floor onto her feet. She raced around the couch, and slid over the wood floor of the hall way in her socks. Richard was not far behind.
“Give it to me!” he yelled.
“No!” she called from another room, having her footing back on the carpet.
“Give it now!” he said, following her voice.
“No, Richard! You always hide it from me!”
“Because you always come home with a horse!” He spotted her, but she slipped past him, and back into the hall way.
“So?”
“We can’t afford it! We barely have enough funds, not to mention people to take care of what we have.”
“We’ll find more. We’ll enter the horses in shows to earn money!” she called back, slipping to her knees onto the marble tile in the kitchen. She hesitated, looking at the floor. She never understood why her parents spent so much money on things when regular tile would be just as nice.
However, that hesitation cost her a fragile second and Richard was already upon her when she stood up.
He pinned her against the wall, looking straight at her. “Give me.”
She looked at him, silently shaking her head.
“Please? Now?” he begged.
She looked at him, tracing the features of his face. “Umm,” she whispered softly.
Richard gazed into her eyes, blue as ice. He realized just how close he was, and his heart jumped. His face softened, and his arms relaxed, leaning against the wall.
Melody could feel her lips wanting to quiver. She lifted the ad quickly in front of her face, pointing to the ad. “Can we go?” she said, fighting back a nervous choke, hiding her face from him and biting her bottom lip.
He read it, then finally pushed away from her. Silently she let out a breath, but lowered her eyes.
“Sure,” he said, and as she moved the ad in surprise, she found him already moving out from the kitchen.

That weekend, they made the long trip to the sales lot. For some reason, the venture had felt awkward. Richard followed Melody, but didn’t have much to say. She pushed her way to the fence to look into the colorful herd of frantic yearlings. It seemed to only take one to set off the mob.
There was one little filly that stood out against all the others. Not only was she the only one standing quietly, but she was small with an extraordinary pale cream coat. Against the others, a roan palomino, and buckskin, and more, she stuck the most in Melody’s mind.
A volunteer noticed Melody gazing off at the filly. “I see you like the pale one,” she said, walking up to Melody.
“I do. She’s gorgeous.” She responded.
“She’s a spunk though. Loving, but very crafty. You’ll have to keep an eye on her if you buy that one,” the lady said in caution.
“Thank you,” Melody said, raising an eyebrow. She turned back to the small, pale filly, unable to see any trouble coming from such a gentle foal.
How wrong Melody was.

ACHIEVEMENTS AND CHAMPIONSHIPS

PAIGE STUD RACE OF 2010
CLASS: Quarter Horse 440 yard Sprint Race
RANK: 4th

YFS RISING STAR SUMMER SHOW 2010
CLASS: Adult Halter
RANK: 2nd
Judges Comments:
"Stocky built mare with gorgeous proportions.
Strong legs and powerful strides with lots of air.
A graceful head with intelligent eyes."

EXTRA

Artist Note: Isn’t she a doll? My new lovely, Snow Fox. Well, not mine yet, but I’m hoping! She’s actually a purchase from Mendokusee that I’m working for. I hope you like her. I love her. <3

Credits:

Horse Design ©
Story and art ©