"Jumping ~ Its flying without wings" ~ My own little motto

Basic Facts:

Show Name: Dark Irish Amber

Barn Name: Amber

Nickname(s): Iris, Am, Irish, Amber

Age: 5 years of age

Breed: Holsteiner

Gender: Mare

Height: 16.3hh

Coat: Dark Amber Bay

Markings: White star and two white socks, along with dark brown muzzle and black stockings

Mane/Tail: Black

Herd/Home: Wild Ride Ranch

Persona: She is a gentle mare, and for her tall size, she is actual a very sweet mare and there is not a bad bone in her body. She also never gets angry and floats over the jumps, and she also has very nice gaits.

Theme Song(s): Searching...

Relationships:

Sire: Dark Irish Landing // Bay Holsteiner Jumping Stallion // Stud, that stands at 17hh

Dam: Light Amber Ring // Light bay holsteiner jumping mare // Broodmare, that stands at 16.3hh

Siblings: Many Half-siblings, 0 full siblings

Crushes: Open

Mate: Broodmare

Foals: Dark Amber (Filly, Open to be made), Open

Friends: Open

Best Friend: Open

Role Model(s): Cranberry Bright

Owner/Rider: Charlotte Falls

First Owner/Rider: Justin Flyer

History:

She was born in a high-class stable in eastern Ireland. This stable was renowned for its jumping holsteiners and in this particular stable, a beautiful dark bay filly was born to the top stallion at the stables, and the dam was a beautiful light bay and she was picked out by the finest bidders. She was bought by an american named Justin Flyer, a rider whose family bred Oldenburg and Hanoverian jumpers, and had trained their son. He saw the ad for Iris and knowing she was still a filly, begged for his parents to buy her and they did.

She was shipped out to Montana at a year old, after being weaned off her mama, and she had gotten used to the stable and its warmth. The boat ride made the young filly nervous and scared, she stayed in the back of the stall, her food was tossed out to her back there and she was gratful when she stepped on land. The trailer ride was no better, but it wasn't as swaying and she settled right down. Sweat covered her young body as she was unloaded at the large stable. Justin gladly took her from the men and led her into a large comfortable stall and giving her little muzzle a kiss, she was left alone.

Sniffing around, she drank some water and soon, after a week, she was settled in just fine. The mare next to her was a blood bay Clydsdale, and she was old, 19 years of age and was the family horse and young Iris looked up at the kind old mare, and she was always turned out with Cranberry Bright, which was her name. The elder mare became her role model and she also became Iris's mother figure, the dear filly listened to Berry and as she grew into a beautiful 2 year old, her coat was glossy, she was to be trained, and Berry told her that it was ok as she had a strange thing on her back and a hard metal thing in her mouth. She stood there, confused but she trusted Justin and then the strangest thing happened to her.

He had gotten on her back, but instead of bucking, starting and rearing, she stood there, figuring this out, and realized that this was what Berry had told her that past month beforehand, during her stories. I was so proud to hold my master Her words came back to the filly as she felt the pride welling up in her chest. He nudged her sides and she walked forward, and through the session, she realized the wonders of cantering with her master, trotting with him, and galloping across the plains.

As the year progressed, she was faced with jumps and after the first couple times, she wanted to keep jumping, forever with Justin on her back. In a course of three years, which put her at 5, they had been in a total of 14 shows, and her highest jumping height was 3' at the end of the 14th show but she always jumped higher. One day, a fire swept through the barn, killing 18 horses, leaving 6 horses, including Cranberry and Iris. The family quickly went into dept and had to sell 4 of the horses and a sickness had taken a hold of old Cranberry and as she lay there, in her stall. Iris stood there, watching her as she heard a whisper from the old draft's muzzle. "Iris, its ok, please, don't cry over me, I, I must go, but keep jumping, jump for the sky..." She heard the old voice trail off as the giant body stopped breathing.

Tears flowed down her cheeks as she walked away, and was sold to Wild Ride Ranch, scared and nervous, she stayed her stall, every once and a while, a tear formed and dripped down off her cheeks, as she thought of her friend, her role model, the strongest mare she knew, Cranberry Bright.

Credits:

Wild Ride Ranch, Charlotte Falls © SweetAngel

Renders © Cascadeur91 @ DA and Sana-0095