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CoaH DIVINE MIRACLE

Bay Belgian Warmblood Stallion

Registered Name: CoaH Divine Miracle
Barn Name: Mura
Bloodline: Foundation
Breed: Belgian Warmblood
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15.3 hh
Weight: 1,358 lbs
Age: 5 years
Eyes: Chocolate Brown
Color: Bay
Markings:
Star
Stripe
Left front half stocking
Left hind coronet

Discipline(s):
Dressage
Show Jumping

Body: Solid
Type: Shy
Vice: Too skittish by nature to be “bomb-proof”
Quirk: Likes to ‘dance’ to music.

BREEDING

Genetics: Common colors are bay, chestnut, and black. Gray is hard to pass, and the genes must to strong on the mare’s side to obtain one.
Foals have a 50% chance (I will flip for results) of getting his very timid and shy personality.
Most of his get will have the chance to have an excellent Dressage career if trained correctly, and will be conformed for the sport; both flashy and graceful.

Status: Closed

Booking List:
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Get:
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BACKGROUND

Personality: A shy colt. He gets easily spooked by some things and he doesn't like dogs. It’s difficult to gain this stallion’s trust, but its well worth the effort. Once befriended, Mura will begin to perform to his potential. Coyly he will pitter around the ring with a new rider, nervous to take sudden action or charge, or even a little shy about jumping, however; after building his confidence with a human, and Mura can shine like a star with his natural, build-in grace and flow. It is preferred that he is not worked with too many different people so he may build his bond and self-esteem with a few select handlers.
Because of his timid nature, cross country is not his strong point. Even show jumping can be a little tricky with all the brightly colored jumps. Unusually, it’s been discovered that Mura enjoys to ‘dance’. One quiet day, a handler had Mura at the ties to groom him. She had her ear phones hung around her neck, attached to an iPod in her pocket. The music came through clear and Mura tossed his head gently, nearly to the beat. Curious, the groom plugged the music into a small radio in the barn, and the stud flourished. He threw his head in the air, and whipped his tail. He would occasionally lift his hooves and set them down again. During Dressage practices, where his talents really shine through, the music is played loud so he can lose himself to the tune, and just dance.
Aside from this, Mura is not a very vocal horse. He is rarely heard in the loud upsets of the stallion barn, and prefers to keep to himself. When challenged, he’ll turn the other cheek. Even around mares he seems a little shy and reluctant. Though, in harsh contrast, he can be found chasing the dogs out of his pasture that come to snooze under the willows. It is unclear what causes his upset with the fellow canine, but special care must to taken to watch they do not stray close to the stallion.

History: Richard found her looming in an empty stall in the stallion quarter. The corridor was always quiet this time of evening, as the restless and relentless stallions had finally settled to eat before they would pick up screaming at each other until they could no longer see in the night. Dreamer’s content “eating” nickers filled the quiet air as Richard made his way towards her. It had been snowing again. Melody looked outside the window of the stall she occupied.
He touched her arm, but she didn’t jump. She was getting familiar to his warmth. She turned to look at him, then smiled, “You’re home.”
“I am,” he said. Her smile tingled through him. It was something he had always wanted to return to, and those two little welcoming words.
They were alone. The handlers had left early after evening feed to beat the snow before it left them stranded on the property. Those who lived on the grounds had already been in their apartments, or homes, and had dinner and a cup of something warm ready. Richard looked at her, a slight movement of his hand slid up her arm. He wanted to pull her towards him, feel the warmth of his lips on hers, but he couldn’t… He couldn’t bring himself to do it. Alone in the stallion quarter was not his idea of how it would be.
“Come. I’ll start dinner,” he said, and regrettably pulled away.

Once in the manor, Melody sat twirling her fork in her plate of roast and potatoes.
“Something wrong?” Richard said, chewing through a bite.
“No,” she sighed. “Well, maybe.” It was never any use to hide these things from Richard. “I’m still a little upset about losing out on that stallion the other day. He would’ve been perfect. I guess it wasn’t meant to be… I suppose.”
Richard’s lips curled into a smile.
She caught him and scowled, “What?”
“Nothing… Just…” he thought quickly, “I suppose you’re starting to understand what I’ve been saying. We just don’t have the money for that kind of quality.”
She looked down, “Yeah.”
A spark settled in his eyes. “Have you started on the yearling barn?”
Melody looked back at him, finally taking another bite.
“Kohana and Nuri will be weaned soon. We’ll need those stalls ready and the facility checked. Tomorrow let’s make that our plan,” he said.
She nodded.

The next morning they set to work on their project. It had been a good season since their last weanling had used the yearling barn, which had been placed separate from the main barn to wean foals from their mothers before taking their place in the barn as a two year old. They checked the barn’s lights, camera room, took inventory of feeds and grain they would need, and began mucking old straw from the boxes. They cleaned the feeders, made sure the water lines were flowing, and checked for damage that reckless foals had caused on the stalls and doors. They had agreed on scrubbing and mucking only three for the day, as Kohana and Nuri were the only foals that would be transferred to the barn in the soon future, and an extra stall never hurt. But Richard took the liberty to clean out a fourth stall. Melody did not argue with the extra work, but once he had finished, she questioned him.
“Guess I got a little carried away,” he said. They stepped out from the barn and the sun was settled mid in the sky. It had been around noon. “Let’s go pick up some of the feed,” Richard suggested. They went towards the manor to change, then pulled away from the property in the ranch truck.

Richard has suggested a new feed store outside of town, and Melody had agreed. It wasn’t until a few hours had slipped by that she began to question, “What kind of feed store is this?”
“It’s a good one, you’ll see.”

Melody had eventually drifted off. She awoke when the truck came to a stop, but what she saw was not a feed store. They were at another farm, who knows how far off. “There’s something I want to show you,” he said, then slipped out of the truck before she could comment.
She followed him towards a small barn where she heard a few yearlings hollering at each other.
“Here to visit the filly, are you?” a lady groom said, greeting Richard. Melody stared in question.
“Come,” he smiled, then disappeared into the barn. She followed slowly until she came upon a chestnut filly. She pranced her stall in excitement, still moving like Richard had left her.
“She’s gorgeous,” Melody said, her eyes fixated on the filly.
“She’s yours,” Richard said.
She looked towards him quickly. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
“She’s a pure Belgian Warmblood. Wonderful everything; conformation, style, and attitude. She’s going to be a great Eventing prospect,” he explained. “She-“ but before he could finish, Melody had wrapped herself around him, a tear sliding from her cheek.
“I can’t thank you enough!” she said, holding him tightly. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her, pressing her gently against him. His heart beat rapidly, but she did not take notice. She pulled her face from his shoulder, and leaned forward, kissing his cheek.
Stunned, he let go of her subconsciously when she pulled away to look at her filly again.

After 15 minutes of Melody attempting to catch the filly to give her a pat on the nose, they had finally begun to leave before night settled in. It would be another few days before they could take her home. By rule, a foal must remain on property of the seller to under go vet check for a few days before making their way to their new home.
As they began to leave, Melody saw two yearlings out at pasture. They were the same age as her filly in the barn.
A bay caught her attention. “Are they for sale?” They asked their escort.
“Well, they were for sale during the auction. But no one took interest. They were moved into the pasture until we decided what we were going to do.”
Melody moved towards the paddock, and the bay shied away. Her trotted towards and tree before he finally stopped, and turned his head to look at her.
“I’m interested…”

ACHIEVEMENTS AND CHAMPIONSHIPS

YELLOW FIELD STABLES RISING STAR SUMMER SHOW OF 2010
CLASS: Dressage
RANK: 7th - Points: 133.1 %: 61

FWR 3 DAY EVENTING OF 2011
CLASS: Dressage
RANK: 2nd

EXTRA

Artist Note: So, I wanted two of the horses that I saw in Silmes Dragon Stable’s auction, but I only had time for Hippie before the deadline. However no one claimed this little beauty, whom I wanted, so the creator of the auction was so kind enough to put him on hold for me!
He’s really going to challenge me when coloring bays, but he’s going to have a bright future here.

Credits:

Horse Design ©
Artwork ©

Description

CoaH DIVINE MIRACLE

Bay Belgian Warmblood Stallion

Registered Name: CoaH Divine Miracle
Barn Name: Mura
Bloodline: Foundation
Breed: Belgian Warmblood
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15.3 hh
Weight: 1,358 lbs
Age: 5 years
Eyes: Chocolate Brown
Color: Bay
Markings:
Star
Stripe
Left front half stocking
Left hind coronet

Discipline(s):
Dressage
Show Jumping

Body: Solid
Type: Shy
Vice: Too skittish by nature to be “bomb-proof”
Quirk: Likes to ‘dance’ to music.

BREEDING

Genetics: Common colors are bay, chestnut, and black. Gray is hard to pass, and the genes must to strong on the mare’s side to obtain one.
Foals have a 50% chance (I will flip for results) of getting his very timid and shy personality.
Most of his get will have the chance to have an excellent Dressage career if trained correctly, and will be conformed for the sport; both flashy and graceful.

Status: Closed

Booking List:
--

--

Get:
--

--

BACKGROUND

Personality: A shy colt. He gets easily spooked by some things and he doesn't like dogs. It’s difficult to gain this stallion’s trust, but its well worth the effort. Once befriended, Mura will begin to perform to his potential. Coyly he will pitter around the ring with a new rider, nervous to take sudden action or charge, or even a little shy about jumping, however; after building his confidence with a human, and Mura can shine like a star with his natural, build-in grace and flow. It is preferred that he is not worked with too many different people so he may build his bond and self-esteem with a few select handlers.
Because of his timid nature, cross country is not his strong point. Even show jumping can be a little tricky with all the brightly colored jumps. Unusually, it’s been discovered that Mura enjoys to ‘dance’. One quiet day, a handler had Mura at the ties to groom him. She had her ear phones hung around her neck, attached to an iPod in her pocket. The music came through clear and Mura tossed his head gently, nearly to the beat. Curious, the groom plugged the music into a small radio in the barn, and the stud flourished. He threw his head in the air, and whipped his tail. He would occasionally lift his hooves and set them down again. During Dressage practices, where his talents really shine through, the music is played loud so he can lose himself to the tune, and just dance.
Aside from this, Mura is not a very vocal horse. He is rarely heard in the loud upsets of the stallion barn, and prefers to keep to himself. When challenged, he’ll turn the other cheek. Even around mares he seems a little shy and reluctant. Though, in harsh contrast, he can be found chasing the dogs out of his pasture that come to snooze under the willows. It is unclear what causes his upset with the fellow canine, but special care must to taken to watch they do not stray close to the stallion.

History: Richard found her looming in an empty stall in the stallion quarter. The corridor was always quiet this time of evening, as the restless and relentless stallions had finally settled to eat before they would pick up screaming at each other until they could no longer see in the night. Dreamer’s content “eating” nickers filled the quiet air as Richard made his way towards her. It had been snowing again. Melody looked outside the window of the stall she occupied.
He touched her arm, but she didn’t jump. She was getting familiar to his warmth. She turned to look at him, then smiled, “You’re home.”
“I am,” he said. Her smile tingled through him. It was something he had always wanted to return to, and those two little welcoming words.
They were alone. The handlers had left early after evening feed to beat the snow before it left them stranded on the property. Those who lived on the grounds had already been in their apartments, or homes, and had dinner and a cup of something warm ready. Richard looked at her, a slight movement of his hand slid up her arm. He wanted to pull her towards him, feel the warmth of his lips on hers, but he couldn’t… He couldn’t bring himself to do it. Alone in the stallion quarter was not his idea of how it would be.
“Come. I’ll start dinner,” he said, and regrettably pulled away.

Once in the manor, Melody sat twirling her fork in her plate of roast and potatoes.
“Something wrong?” Richard said, chewing through a bite.
“No,” she sighed. “Well, maybe.” It was never any use to hide these things from Richard. “I’m still a little upset about losing out on that stallion the other day. He would’ve been perfect. I guess it wasn’t meant to be… I suppose.”
Richard’s lips curled into a smile.
She caught him and scowled, “What?”
“Nothing… Just…” he thought quickly, “I suppose you’re starting to understand what I’ve been saying. We just don’t have the money for that kind of quality.”
She looked down, “Yeah.”
A spark settled in his eyes. “Have you started on the yearling barn?”
Melody looked back at him, finally taking another bite.
“Kohana and Nuri will be weaned soon. We’ll need those stalls ready and the facility checked. Tomorrow let’s make that our plan,” he said.
She nodded.

The next morning they set to work on their project. It had been a good season since their last weanling had used the yearling barn, which had been placed separate from the main barn to wean foals from their mothers before taking their place in the barn as a two year old. They checked the barn’s lights, camera room, took inventory of feeds and grain they would need, and began mucking old straw from the boxes. They cleaned the feeders, made sure the water lines were flowing, and checked for damage that reckless foals had caused on the stalls and doors. They had agreed on scrubbing and mucking only three for the day, as Kohana and Nuri were the only foals that would be transferred to the barn in the soon future, and an extra stall never hurt. But Richard took the liberty to clean out a fourth stall. Melody did not argue with the extra work, but once he had finished, she questioned him.
“Guess I got a little carried away,” he said. They stepped out from the barn and the sun was settled mid in the sky. It had been around noon. “Let’s go pick up some of the feed,” Richard suggested. They went towards the manor to change, then pulled away from the property in the ranch truck.

Richard has suggested a new feed store outside of town, and Melody had agreed. It wasn’t until a few hours had slipped by that she began to question, “What kind of feed store is this?”
“It’s a good one, you’ll see.”

Melody had eventually drifted off. She awoke when the truck came to a stop, but what she saw was not a feed store. They were at another farm, who knows how far off. “There’s something I want to show you,” he said, then slipped out of the truck before she could comment.
She followed him towards a small barn where she heard a few yearlings hollering at each other.
“Here to visit the filly, are you?” a lady groom said, greeting Richard. Melody stared in question.
“Come,” he smiled, then disappeared into the barn. She followed slowly until she came upon a chestnut filly. She pranced her stall in excitement, still moving like Richard had left her.
“She’s gorgeous,” Melody said, her eyes fixated on the filly.
“She’s yours,” Richard said.
She looked towards him quickly. Her eyes widened in disbelief.
“She’s a pure Belgian Warmblood. Wonderful everything; conformation, style, and attitude. She’s going to be a great Eventing prospect,” he explained. “She-“ but before he could finish, Melody had wrapped herself around him, a tear sliding from her cheek.
“I can’t thank you enough!” she said, holding him tightly. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around her, pressing her gently against him. His heart beat rapidly, but she did not take notice. She pulled her face from his shoulder, and leaned forward, kissing his cheek.
Stunned, he let go of her subconsciously when she pulled away to look at her filly again.

After 15 minutes of Melody attempting to catch the filly to give her a pat on the nose, they had finally begun to leave before night settled in. It would be another few days before they could take her home. By rule, a foal must remain on property of the seller to under go vet check for a few days before making their way to their new home.
As they began to leave, Melody saw two yearlings out at pasture. They were the same age as her filly in the barn.
A bay caught her attention. “Are they for sale?” They asked their escort.
“Well, they were for sale during the auction. But no one took interest. They were moved into the pasture until we decided what we were going to do.”
Melody moved towards the paddock, and the bay shied away. Her trotted towards and tree before he finally stopped, and turned his head to look at her.
“I’m interested…”

ACHIEVEMENTS AND CHAMPIONSHIPS

YELLOW FIELD STABLES RISING STAR SUMMER SHOW OF 2010
CLASS: Dressage
RANK: 7th - Points: 133.1 %: 61

FWR 3 DAY EVENTING OF 2011
CLASS: Dressage
RANK: 2nd

EXTRA

Artist Note: So, I wanted two of the horses that I saw in Silmes Dragon Stable’s auction, but I only had time for Hippie before the deadline. However no one claimed this little beauty, whom I wanted, so the creator of the auction was so kind enough to put him on hold for me!
He’s really going to challenge me when coloring bays, but he’s going to have a bright future here.

Credits:

Horse Design ©
Artwork ©