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I'm not a horse person, so I might be missing something, but why are people breeding horses? Dog people are either super into breeds, and get dogs from a breeder, or fall into the "adopt don't shop" camp. Is there a similar movement in horselandia? If not, why do you think there isn't? Why do people think that they have the skills to breed an expensive, delicate animal?

Honestly I think the problem is that most horse owners think they're horse experts. This is false.

Backyard breeding happens for either fun or profit. It's usually either a personal project because you have a mare you love, or you have a mare with an empty uterus that you think you can monetize by investing in semen from whatever breed or color is trendiest. You can buy, say, a fugly unbroken $300 bay paint mare and straws from, say, a mid but cremello PRE stud and in a year you could list a buckskin Iberian Warmblood foal with spots for $30k, and selling it at that price point is absolutely possible no matter how it turns out in terms of conformation because many horse people have much more money than sense and no idea what to look for. People are blinded by color genes and keywords. Many such cases.

There's a definite stigma around rescues in some circles as well, especially if it's a retired racehorse or their lineage isn't known. A lot of people will assume there's something wrong with it or you couldn't afford better. I've seen both Standardbreds and TBs called "poor man's warmbloods" because nice ones can, uh, function like a warmblood for a fraction of the price, and this is bad somehow. Price absolutely does not equal quality, it's totally possible to adopt a really nice horse that will make you happy for almost no money, and Horselandia continues to run on nonsense at all levels.

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i am absolutely fascinated by the differences in conformation and function in the horses! I really thought in the first example that one horse was just relaxed and the other was just more "on alert" - i didn't realize that was their actual differences in head carriage and leg placement. kind of unbelievable to make a *draft* horse to not be super functional at pulling heavy loads. is there a generalized problem in american vs euro where the american type is less functional across breeds?

That's a great question! I think it's hard to give a general answer, as some breeds are drastically different in the US vs Europe, while others are largely the same.

Even within the US, horse breeds are rarely uniform in type and conformation. If you look at the Quarter Horse, the performance and show lines are worlds apart:

On the left is My Intention, a successfull halter horse sire. And on the right is Metallic Cat, who is currently the highest ranking ranch horse sire. My Intention looks grossly overmuscled, because that's what wins in the show ring. But it's very far from functional. He looks like a gym bro who's overcompensating for his last breakup. Meanwhile Metallic Cat just looks more like a functional horse.

So within the US on its' own you'll see a difference in work vs show lines.

And then there's breeds where you can really see a difference. Irish Cobs are rather common especially in the UK. They're colorful and a bit more laid-back in terms of temperament, so they're usually a great choice for children's ponies or people who are more casual about riding. Meanwhile in the US, they're this weirdly exotic novelty breed that primarily gets bred for flashy colors and extremely long manes and tails.

The us version of the IC is on the left, while the traditional IC is on the right. The hair is much longer, and the body type of the us IC looks like it's been refined a bit. It's less draught-ish looking, with a drier head.

When looking at the Shetland Pony vs American Shetland Pony, you'll see that it's also been refined, but to a much more extreme extent:

American Shetland Pony on the left, Shetland Pony on the right. These two are roughly the same height, by the way. The Shetland kind of got the harness horse treatment, like the Brabant.

In general, American breeders seem to be focused on improving breeds while European breeders stick to preserving the qualities of a breed. That's a generalisation ofc, but in very broad terms, that's essentially what's happening here.

Now, warmbloods are a different story. I think I'll split this answer here and save the warmbloods for later though, my brain is fried from work

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Dual Natur (Tommy Shelby x female! OC)

Summery: Life in Birmingham is hard for every unfortunate soul that lives in it, but it is especially difficult for women. And if that woman has noan of her own and no family to call her own than life is difficult in even more convoluted ways. If that woman is fair of face than she has little choice to become a whore. Minerva knows this and tired of constant unwanted attentions she, hatches a plan. A plan that if done right will ensure her an honorable job with decent wages and if undone will most likely get her killed. But she is willing to try anything to avoid prostitution.

One day, Minerva Griffin made a point to show herself leaving her home, moving out and leaving it for someone else. So that her brother, Byron Griffin can come and stay. Byron Griffin who is a scrawny lad, but eager to work with a funny girlish way about him. .

Note: this was originally meant to be a reader insert series but I got carried away with choosing names. I chose Byron for the male persona and then the rest just came poring down. But if you want to, you can read it as a reader insert. I didn't include much of any physical depictions. I do not consent to my work being translated, copied or posted elsewhere on this platform or any other. 

Warning: Canon conforming mention of violence. Your media consumption is your own responsibility

Chapter 2: the boy, the horse and the grave he dug

Once finally alone in my small rental room, I felt a pressure I hadn't noticed lift off of me. I leaned against my door and the old damned thing whines. I slide down and sit there, my muddy dress pooling around me. I felt tired, exhausted, scared but most of all exited.

The moment I thought of the words that had earlier left my mouth my heart begins to race like a wild Dutch warmblood. I had set in motion a dangerous plan that I hadn't even completely thought through. Was it perhaps desperation? Or was it my devilish Irish blood singing to me? Who knows. My mama always said I was good as gold, then again she never saw me ride wild bucking stalions bareback. Nor did she ever see me wrestling in horseshit with my brothers. My father, who did see me do all that, and often helped me get away with it, always shook his head and would say "Minerva, you devil child, you'll drive me to an early grave. Or a bloody divorce if you keep coming home covered in mud." My brothers, bless their soul in heaven, used to laugh and say we were all seven brothers.

Won't be a bad idea. To be their seventh brother.

I sigh and gather my resolve, pushing myself off the ground and poured myself a glass of water. I sit down on the old creaky chair and try to gather my wits about me. Tonight is going to be a long and exhausting night.

"Think minerva, think. Make a list. You're good at those. Make a list of the things to do." I tell myself. I look around to find a piece of paper and a pencil to write down the list. I find an old, small pencil I had laying around but no paper. So, I resort to pick up an old book. A copy of Lord Byron's poetry that belonged to my second oldest brother, Elliot, who had always been the scholar of the family. He had been studying literature and poetry in a prominent university before the war. And now he'll never finish his degree. He'll never sing me those poetries. And I will never again hear him rant about the genius that was Jane Austen's Emma. I would never be able to throw a pillow at him and yell for him to shut up so I could take an afternoon nap.

I open the last page of the book, an empty page where I can write down my list. "First things first. What I need. Men's clothes, a hair cut, an acceptable identity. I'll probably make that based on my brothers. Then I need to throw away my feminine things, just in case anyone would come inside. The men's clothes I can purchase from...the Chinese. yes." I roll the old pencil in my hands as I rack my brain for more details. If I really want this to work than everything has to be flawless. Thanks mother, for my obsession with planning and making lists, you'll save my ass in this a great deal. "I'll have to throw away, or sell. Yes, sell away some of my belongings. Most of them. A man has no use for skirts and heels. And no hair pins."

I suddenly recall my hair. In the past two years, I've had neglected my hair that was once in the latest fashion of the time, was now longer and has lost its style. I should cut it short. In men's style? Ideally. But who would do it for me? Too risky to go to anyone with it. I'll just cut it with scissors as short as I can.

But what if I need a pass as a woman? Public baths and washrooms. I can't always pass as a man. I'll keep it short enough to hide under a hat. A peaked cap. But long enough to still pass as a woman when needed.

With the thought of playing both a woman and a man, like a double agent, excitement and thrill bubbled through me and gave me a full body shiver. I giggled, for the first time in two years. I giggled with pure joy and thrill. Like when as a young girl, me and my brothers would take the horses out without permission. Would ride young stallions that haven't been broken yet. I felt like I was scheming another prank with my brothers.

Once satisfied with all the planning, I quickly got to work. Seperating all my arguably few belongings into two piles. Those to keep and those to discard.

The pile of to keep items was small. It included two items I would never throw away. Whatever risk it may bring me.

My father's pocket watch, the only thing that reached home from France. It wasn't all that cheap but by no means something so expensive that would raise eyebrows. Inside it, there was an engraving, done sloppily and sharply by yours truly as a young girl days before my father departed. "Father, you make me completely and perfectly incandescently happy." I had taken the quote from Elliot's copy of pride and prejudice. It was all done in haste and secrecy, meant as a surprise to my father. I wish I had seen his face as he'd seen it.

Second item on the pile was my violin. That was risky to own. It was definitely expensive with intricate designs. It had my initials carved on it. I could never get rid of it. Never. A gift from my mother once my teacher deemed me proficient enough at the instrument. I used to play at family functions and tea parties. I used to play to cheer up my mother while the men were away. I hadn't played since last I played at their graves.

The rest of the pile, were little nicknaks, each from one of my brothers. A fountain pen that didn't write anymore belonging to my eldest brother Christopher who was my father's secretary and kept the books of our horse training business. and the Lord Byron's poetry book from Elliot. On the early pages I could read his hand writing where he had taken notes, third was the weirdest item I owned. A pair of riding gloves, black with silver buttons and blue ribbons around the wrists, they once belinged to Joseph, my third oldest brother, he had them decorated with ribbons so I, the girl, could wear them easily every time I missed him or wished to go riding with him.

Then came Oscar, the fourth eldest brother, the casanova, the ladies man, the socialite. The man who singlehandedly would repopulate London given the chance. I thought the slew of bastards and broken hearts would be the only thing he would leave behind for me and mother once he went to France. But no, he left something more. He left me his tie and a matching handkerchief from his most expensive suit. They were shiny and a rich Navy blue with a sort of peacock feathers patterns on it. He used to wear it with an emerald decoration that was gifted to him from on of his lady conquests. I used to call her the victory number 56 as a joke. He was the only one we had a body to bury of. We buried him in his best suit but not his best tie, I hold that to my heart and cry when I miss his improper jokes or his drunken snickers.

The gift left by Robert, my fifth brother was by far the most jarring. He had been estranged from the family. After a rather nasty fight with our mother, something about our grandfather looking down on us or something, I had been to young to remember that. Nevertheless, he had walked out on us for most of the years and only made up once war started. They came together all sons and father to live one month happily before going all to war. God knows what he had done, where he had been, with whome he had associated himself while away. I only know the night before his departure he hid a loaded gun along with a handful of bullets hidden inside a bunny doll for me. I no longer had the bunny, but the gun I kept.

There must have been a reason why he thought perhaps I may need it. And I will take his judgement to heart. Because in the last month that he came home to use, I learned he was the smartest, most perceptive man in all of London.

The final nicknak junk that was on the pile, was a flask. A men's booz flask belonging to Liam. The last brother. He had just turned eighteen when he got on the train. Just turned a man. His face still held that boyish roundness, that softness in the eyes. And they told me, he had become a tunller just like Christopher and my father. And I had wept, wept that he had not returned to me. Not even his lifeless husk for me to cry over.

Reminiscence over and done with, I placed one single green set of feminine clothes and placed the rest on the get rid of pile. "Maybe I'll add one more. A casual one too." I tell myself. And place another set, floral and colorful, on the pile as well. Everything else must be throne out. Sold off and replaced with simpler, manlyer items.

No skirts or blouses, no little jewelry that I had allowed myself, no hair pins that were The only joy I allowed myself. No little tapity shoes, with little bows on them and no feminine sheer socks. Nothing.

Minerva Griffin was gone. She had gone to the country to live with relatives. She was, is, effectively dead and done with.

Thinking of a profile for the fictional character of Byron I drank more tea. I need to be prepared. Best lies are the once as close to the truth. Byron William Griffin, age... Eighteen, or nineteen. From the country. Father and brothers dead and here to find work to send money home. Is good with horses and... That should be enough for now. Decent enough with numbers and what not.

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I left earlier than ever, the sun barely out but I was already up and leaving towards the Chinese. To both sell away and buy.

It was easier than I thought, in a place like Birmingham, with a few well woven lies I manage to change my entire life. "I need them for a relative." I said. "He's a young man, still a boy." I said.

Everything I own now lies in an old used military duffle bag I bought off of a drunk man desperate for more gin. And all that I no longer own, sits in a pawnshop traded for a total of ten pounds.

Ten pounds and seven shillings. That's a lot of money for this kind of place. I can rent a room near the factories and if I live sensibly and modestly, I won't have money troubles for quite some time.

I try to ignore the nagging voice that says there was once a time I bought a pair of shoes twice this much. But it's been over two years and those shoes were the first things I sold away. So what does it even matter.

Getting a hair cut was harder than I thought. Getting it short enough to pass as a guy with unkept hair, making sure it could be both feminine and masculine. Leading a double life would be hard. But with any and all difficulties, I took sewing scissors and in essence, brutalized my hair beyond recognition.

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It was barely noon and all unfortunate souls of Small heath factory workers were busy as any day with taxing jobs, shedding blood sweat and a slew of slurs and getting paid for it.

There was no exceptions in Charlie Strong's yard. He worked hard and he worked his men harders. Curly, fussed over every little thing in his stable and muttered furiously under his breath.

On the other side of the yard, at a dingy old table out in the shaded open sat John and Arthur Shelby, enjoying an undisturbed drink of whiskey.

They were mid laugh over some dirty joke John had said about some woman, when some fool had the audacity to open the gates to the yard and walk in.

He was a young boy, a brat of no more than eighteen. He was short and a bit lanky. Small in all accounts. Hell, even his face was distinctly unmanly. High cheeks, round jaw. He looked more like a girl or something. And he walked slowly, asured but respectful. His head held high and showed a tuft of messy hair peaking out of his dark brown peaked cap. He was new. Neither John nor Arthur had met the boy befoe. And with subtle side glancee, they confirmed it.

He didn't look threatening. He was smaller than John and they doubted a lad that looked like a dry branch would be able to do anything.

"Who're ye?" Arthur asked. Looking as menacing as ever. In fact just to make sure, he did his best to be even more intimidating than any other day.

***

"Name's Byron Griffin." I said exactly as I had rehearsed all night and all hours of early morning.

"Byron Griffin?" Hollard a voice from on the other side of the yard. And once I turned my head I saw Mr. Curly practically running at me. For a brief moment I worried he might run me over.

"So you're here." This was Mr. Charlie Strong himself. Walking slow but with long strong military like trides. Meaning business.

"Yes sir." I courtly said. Best way to earn points with old men was manners and respect. That was universal between all classes.

"Your cousin said you coming here for work." It wasn't a question. It was a statement. But one that prompted explanations and brief introduction.

"Yes sir. Minerva Griffin's my cousin. She left to stay with my mom and I came here for work."

"There no work at ye own place?" He asked.

"None that would make a nineteenth year old work." I lied. This was tricky. There no reason for them not to give me a job, there no reason why they would pass up an able bodied young man at any job.

I internally prayed to God that they would buy my blatant lie.

"You worked with horses before?" Mr Strong asked leaning against a large tool.

"Yes. Me father was a horse trainer. Me and me brothers, we... We always helped around. Learned the tricks of the trade. "

He nodded, his eyes still narrow and sharp like a hound waiting for a small sign he should rip me apart and spit out my bones. Slowly he pointed to Mr. curly and without taking his eyes off of me said "Take him to the stables Curly. See if he really does know the....tricks of the trade." He dragged the last words as if he didn't believe me. I would have been insulted if anyone treated me like this in London. And if I was Minerva Griffin. But I'm not. I'm Byron Griffin, a nineteen year old from the country. I have nothing to my name here, other than an alleged cousin.

"Of course." I courtly reply. I truly have not much to contribute to the conversation. These men here are my only chance of proper employment that could use my knowledge, without me resorting to prostitution, that by all accounts is still on the table if this goes wrong.

Mr. Curly walked fast and frantic towards the large wooden building I assume to be an attempt of the stables. It was by no means the stable of my father's business. It wasn't by no means fancy and highclass but it was still much better than what ever this is.

I don't make a comment, as it would be very impolite but I subtly make a note that if this works I would have to start some renovation plan.

"Say, lad. You said you worked with horses. What breed you like best, eh? " his question seems innocent but even his horse like skittishness, could not overshadow his subtle wisdom that seemed burried deep under stutters and nerves.

"I may say this 'cause of meself but I prefer colored ponies. mix blood. They're always stronger. " I smile a little. To witch he nodded approvingly. I suppose that ment I had said the right thing.

"You mixed lad? " he tilts his head as he opens the door to the stables that give me nightmares.

"Irish father. Originally from Glasgow. British mother from London." I answer honestly. Best lies are always closest to the truth. Easier to remember.

"How'd ye end up in the country then?"

"Me dad didn't agree with his family's ways. They were IRA and me mother, left the altar for me dad. They started from nothing in the country with one mule. Then they had twenty horses... "

"Twenty horses? " I nod and he seems to take in the thoughts of that many horses in as a wonder far out of reach. "What happened to them?"

"The war ." I said. And refused to say any more. I walk forward to check the horses kept there and do my best to pass whatever test they have in mind.

"This one's mouth seems bruised from the bit. Sometimes jokies pull to hard. I suggest putting Vaseline or olive oil to reduce friction. I'm sure you already were thinking of it."

Mr. Curly turns his entirely large body around to look at me and it's obvious he has to bend his neck quite a lot to actually be fully facing me. "Trot is a two-beat gait for the horse – true or false?"

"True." I say. Tilting my head to the side and pat the horse's body and check it's muscles and hoof. More as a show of my skill than a habit.

"And what saddle do you prefer?" He asked.

"I've worked with all saddles and each have their own use. But I prefer english saddle... To be honest, if it wasn't bad for the horse's back in the long term I would have gone bareback only." He only humms in response.

Without prompt, just to showcase my skills, I casually begin to medically examine the large black horse. Name bones and muscle, say one or two tidbits about some breeds I simply liked.

And then I picked up the foot to check the horse shoes. "That's not good."

This instantly peaks Mr. Curly's attention and he too bends to see what had shocked me.

"This is bad. Very bad. " I say again.

" what? What you see?" He demands to know.

"Look here, it's an abscess. See how soft and squishy it became? It's full of infection. full if puss. I'm surprised he can walk." I press the bottom of the hoof and watch as it goes in a bit.

"Oh no. It's bad. So bad. Very. Bad. No good. He has a race coming soon. I... I gotta tell Tommy. I have to tell Tommy. How, how did this happen? It's no good. No good at all." Mr. Curly, became frantic and panicky much like the way he was the night before. He was shaking and his arms flew around.

"My guess is that the problem started while shoe changing. Could a pebble have gone in there and made a wound?" I try to say, but he's already running out of the stable yelling for a Tommy.

Thomas Shelby I assume.

I take another look at the hoof and try to remember the process of hoof restoration, and changing horse shoes.

"The fuck yer doing?" I hear him before I see him. He grabbed me before I can let go of the hoof and he practically lifted me up and slammed me against the wall. And only then I manage to look at the eyes of Arthur Shelby.

Behind him I vaugly see the other men plus a new one huddling around the hoof. Mr. Curly fretting still like a terrified horse, Mr. Strong seemed swearing at an absent member and his shit work and a new man, Tommy Shelby I persumed was attentively checking the horse. But soon enough, my vision is blocked by the younger looking man - John Shelby - I persumed and he places his razor cap at my face.

I feel the cold sharpness of the small razor at my cheak. A small pressure, stinging and the wetbess of my blood sliding across my face. I try to move away to no avail.

"Don't fucking move laddy less you want me to blind you for good." John Shelby snarles at me.

Fear and panic clench my stomach in ways I have never felt before. I must have been a bit slow to panic, either due to shock and being unprepared or simply because I have lost the emotional depth to appropriately react. Considering I am thinking about this, I would say option two. But now that I have some time to look at my.... Assailants? Captors? In the eye, I feel the impending doom of my mutilation or murder. My stomach turns and twist and I feel my legs grow cold and limp. I pray to God I may not faint.

I do as John Shelby said, and stand as still as I can. I try to rein in my breath so not even a hitch would cost me my eyes. Seeing as how I am practically dangling midair by a very lethal veteran man who happens to be in a gang, I have no other choice to resign myself to my fate. Not like I can do anything.

Note to self, get a blade for myself if I survived this mess.

"Put him down boys." I hear the handsome Birmingham accent drawl of Mr. Tommy Shelby. He was not as tall and menacing as his first brother Arthur nor did he radiated vigor and violent vitality like his younger brother John. Yet, with each step he takes towards me I feel the blistering cold of winter seep into my bones. Like taking a bath in freezing ocean water. His face, calm and controlled resembled the brewing of storm clouds.

"Curly here, " he points towards Mr. Curly who is now being calmed down by Mr. Strong. "He tells me you came here for a job as his assistance and in once casual inspection found that my horse has a bad hoof."

I nod once. They have let me go, I am now speaking with Tommy Shelby. I am in presence of the devil himself. I very rarely get tongue tied, that is a skill learned from spending days in high society parties. But now... Now, words seem to fail me and my voice chokes in on itself.

"Come here, come here." He says. His voice calm but his Strong hand that grabbed into my collar vibrated with barely contained violence.

He pulled me and I let out a yelp of shock. "Ok. Ok. No need to pull. Jesus Christ,I'm not fighting ye." I let out in frustration. I bend by the horse and pick up the hoof again. "See here." I push again into the abscess and watch as my finger goes slightly in. "I suspect the problem comes from under the horseshoe. It was done wrong and something must've injured the hoof. A crack maybe."

"Fuck." He let's go of me and let's out a slew of slurs that will put sailors to shame. "Curly, call Reggie and tell him he's a dead man. He fucked up my horse and I'm gonna fuck him up."

"Tommy, we can't find anyone new soon enough to fix this." Arthur Shelby says from where he stands hands now holding a flask.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. " the youngest Shelby brother seems to be even more vibrantly violent now. Which is never good. No man should look that gleeful with the impending mutilation looming over.

My mama said I was good as gold. And my father said I was a devil child. And I'm sure he was more right that my mother because in one instant my devilish Irish blood sings a nasty songs in my veins.

And once again I open my mouth to dig myself a whole. "I can fix it." Fuck me and my mouth that never shuts up.

"What you say?" The icy blues of Tommy Shelby pierce my own eyes like a hail of bullets.

"I... I am young but I've worked with horses plenty. I've fixed hoofs and changed horseshoe before. There won't be any races for this one for some time and that's nothing anyone can fix but I can fix him."

"Explain." He ordered. His voice carrying such a comand you'd think it was his god given right to boss everyone around. Like he was a young arrogant god amongs mere mortals. A king with his slaves. Well, that was Tommy Shelby. He isn't the boogy man of adults for nothing.

"Well, we have to take off the horseshoe, chip away the hoof until we can find were the abscess is, empty it and then find where and what is lodged in it. I suspect a pebble or a nail. Maybe a metal share based on the state of the yard."

"State of the yard? The fuck you mean by that?" Mr. Strong snaps, but by the looks of it he doesn't seem very angry at me.

"Well this is a yard, and near factories. There are metal shards bound to be laying around. It is a possibility that one could have been lodged in there." I explain trying not to further insupt the man's working place.

Tommy Shelby regarded me with a calculating stared, smoking deep and hard as his eyes held mine in search of something I hoped he found and dreaded to find. Finally seemingly satisfied with what he did or did not find he nods once.

"Alright. Mr...? "

"Byron, Mr Shelby. I'm Byron Griffin." I introduce.

"Alright, Mr. Byron Griffin. You will fix my horse's foot. If I am satisfied with the job you've done, you'll have a permanent employment here with a payment we will discuss at the time of your employment. If you fail me, Mr. Griffin. You will die. " He says as if he's talking about what he had for dinner. His voice, despite his ominous words was soft, calculated and all business. There was a sickly pleasantness to it that made me wish for death.

This man was dangerous. And not for the same reasons as his brothers or the drunks in the streets. This man will be my undoing.

And I have dug myself a whole so deep, I may not be able to climb out of it.

"I'll start immediately, Mr. Shelby." I say with a respectful bow of my head.

I keep my head down until they leave and only dare to look up once the door is shut behind me. There I see myself alone with Mr. Curly, who is bringing out a familiar tool box out for me.

"Be gentle with him, alright. He's an energetic one. Hell get over exited." The large Duck draft in shape of a man says.

"I'll be as gentle as I can. He won't notice a thing. I promise." I comoly to the wishes of a man who's gentleness reminded me of Robert's innate tenderness for animals.

I set to work, ignoring the beginnings of hunger, anxiety of failure and the swinging swords of Damocles. Or the swinging razor of Shelby in this case.

"It's a long way out of this grave. A hell of me own making." I mutter.

Member Spotlight: Ivy ••• Hi guys! My name is Ivy. I am the owner of the Plateau of Storms equine facility, as well as the Plateau of Storms canine and possibly feline kennel. Our equine facilities are known for breeding and training top tier PRE and Lusitano with the occasional Dutch Warmblood. Our soon-to-be-started kennels will breed more uncommon ranch dogs such as heelers and corgis. These animals will be trained to help manage equine facilities and also shown in conformation and obedience shows. Follow along on Instagram to see what the future has in store for us!

Sooo, after some struggling and being a little OCD, lol, I think I may...may....have finally got his pinto mane, tail and forelock recolor to where I am at least satisfied with it. I think it suits him well, and really adds to helping him stand out and look like the unique breed he is. I also couldn't help myself and decided to add some other details/markings. He just felt a little too....vanilla...before. ---So I now present the final (for now, anyways, haha >.> ) version of my very own new breed, Thee Casanovian Warmblood---

And his name is...Casanova, of course! My main founding stud for the breed, which is a unique mixture of breeds each carefully selected for their sport-horse athleticism, versatility, and especially their unique coat colors/patterns (Trakehner, Selle Francais, Knabstrupper and American Paint Horse) to give us not just a well-conformed breed but also one with lots of chrome and flashy enough to catch the eye of any judge in any show ring!

+++Casanova is a 16.2 (and still growing! Expected to top-out at around 17 to 17.1 hands! He is a big boy!) 3 1/2 year old Sable Champagne Tovero Casanovian Warmblood Stallion. Recently very lightly started under saddle and will be brought along with compassion and light-handed training techniques to ensure a brave, level-headed and confident horse for what we hope to be a wonderful future in the Hunter/Jumper, Equitation, and even in the Dressage ring! (And uh, even some plans for some Western Pleasure training!)

what sort of horses do u imagine each sibling having? Not that it exactly matters when riding but hey no rules!!!!

ok i was gonna try and be normal about this but you’ve basically unlocked pandora’s box but for dicks horses

kendall is definitely a hunter rider. he’ll do eq or jumpers if there’s a fun catch ride but hunters draws him in because it’s a much more steadied, calculated discipline. the hunter division is judged on conformation and soundness. so this means part of the judging is based on how nice this horse looks. in a hunter ring, a well-bred, well-groomed warmblood is going to be the winner. another part of hunters is soundness, so that the horse is happy and healthy while being ridden. so, ears forward (happy expression) and even knees over a jump (clean movement, no sign of pain) is what a good hunter looks like. in short, how nice can you make the horse look? when it comes to the actual personality of the horse he likes, he likes a quiet horse. not a strong personality. no preference to either mares (female horses) or geldings (castrated male horses), and definitely a push ride. a push ride is a horse that needs more energy from you in the saddle; leg tight to keep the pace up, probably spurs as well, but a softer bit in the mouth. kendall is a good hunter rider, but, out of the four siblings, kendall enjoys riding the least but does it because the rest do and logan loves it.

shiv, on the other hand, (as i mentioned in the tags lol) is an equitation rider. she likes jumpers also and will do hunters if there’s a nice catch ride. but she really wants to be an eq rider. equitation is basically how well can you ride the horse? the horse should be responding well to the riders subtle movements. if the rider is to go from a posting trot (up and down movement from the rider at a horse who is trotting at a moderate pace) to a sitting trot (sitting rider with a slower but not too slow pace), the judge shouldn’t be able to tell that the rider is asking. equitation can also in the higher levels come down to the riders body. if you’re not tall, skinny, and flat chested, you will lose out to the person who is. eating disorders are a HUGE thing with young equitation riders it’s really unfortunate. anyway, shiv isn’t the best equitation rider but she can afford the best equitation horse. by the time she gets to the big eq (3’6”/1.10m fence height, the highest level of equitation) she gets too frustrated and quits. which is unfortunate because she was an excellent jumper rider. shiv’s type of ride is a mare with a personality. not too much personality, but definitely more than kendall. something that will kick out if she makes a mistake, but not something that will stop at a jump/buck her off.

roman is definitely a jumper. out of all the kids, he enjoys riding the most; he’ll definitely get on anything, but loves jumpers the most. the jumper division is NOT based on clean performance from the horse or rider, it’s based on time. the fastest time with the least amount of faults is the winner. so jumpers, how fast and clean can you go? in the jumper ring, you have an allowed time to complete the course; usually between 60 and 90 seconds. if you knock a rail off of a jump, it adds four faults to your score (this isn’t super important but SOMETIMES this will just be four faults, SOMETIMES this will add four seconds to your time. it depends on the “table”. this is a whole thing but it’s really not important to this). when you’re in the jumper ring, while obviously speed is important, you can’t be too fast and risk knocking a rail down; making tight turns and angling jumps will make for an overall faster ride than flat out running. jumpers are also more relaxed about the “turnout” (fashion/tack/equipment) so you can have a fun colored saddle pad or something. roman definitely likes a horse with a stronger personality as well. and something that’s a much more sensitive ride. a little leg pressure and they’re forward, a little hand pressure and they’re stopped. i have this whole little idea in my head that while roman does love the horses he rides, he never really connects with one until logan decides he wants to start a breeding program and imports a stallion (with an outstanding pedigree, of course). roman ends up adoring this stallion and bonding with him, but logan decides against starting the program for whatever reason and has the stallion gelded (castrated) and sold. roman cries over this when it happens alone in his room and never tells anyone.

connor, however, has kind of an indifferent attitude towards riding. he enjoys it, but he’s not as competitive with it as the other three. he’ll ride whatever in whatever division, but what connor really likes is just taking care of the horses. he loves grooming them, hand walking and grazing them, sitting on the fence while they’re in the field. but of course, there’s hired grooms that are paid to do all of this for the kids. they rarely touch their own horses besides actual time in the saddle; the horses are tacked up and ready when they want to ride, and they hand the horses off again when they get off. connor does some of the grooming himself when logan’s not watching. if connor tried a different discipline outside of the hunter/jumper world, like barrel racing or something, he would enjoy it a lot more. this ties in with his “ranch” in new mexico for me.

this is also something that logan loves, which partially why the kids get so into it. logan doesn’t ride but actually loves watching the kids ride. he thinks that it really does sharpen their competitive edge and communication skills for business in the future. on top of all of that, logan sees himself in the way horses are in modern society. horses not even that long ago were something that everyone had, something that you needed to do farm work and to travel. now, horses are a sign of wealth. even if you don’t ride at the top level, horses are RIDICULOUSLY expensive to care for. logan is a man who came from a not wealthy background to being (probably) one of the wealthiest people in the world in the succession universe. horses are now a luxury, just like he is.

anyway sorry for the 10 page paper of slightly stoned succession horseposting but thank u for letting me unleash this

Dappled sooty bay warmblood-type horse

Source: http://photolesya.com/loshadi-eksterer 

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The Most Popular Horse Breeds

There are a variety of horse breeds that are prevalent in North America. There are many breeds to choose from which include the Appaloosa and Warmblood horses, as well as the Appaloosa and Clydesdale horses. Learn about these different breeds of horses and their traits to choose one that best suits your requirements. Below, we've provided a brief overview of some of the most sought-after horse breeds. This article will provide you with a better understanding of which breeds are best for novices. Appaloosa The Appaloosa is an elegant, beautiful and athletic horse. The Appaloosa has spots on its coats and is known for its ability to handle long distance riding. The color of the coat is different, and it can also have white spots on the chest and face as well as the legs. To find a perfect Appaloosa, research the breed and speak to appaloosa breeders. To make the purchase of your horse easier, you can hire a mentor. A good coat color isn't enough. You must also look for good bone and foot, as well as a well-balanced, solid conformation. This breed is a strong runner, is compact, and is extremely adaptable to stock work. The Appaloosa horse breed can carry up to 12 hundred pounds and is usually displayed with skin-muzzling. It is a typical characteristic of the breed that shows spots of skin around the eyes, muzzle, the genitalia, and anus. The Appaloosa Horse Club is able to recognize 13 different colors of the base coat however, most horses show various patterns and colors and have an covered blanket with a spotted pattern. Native American tribes used Appaloosa horses, but the Spanish brought their relatives to North America. The Appaloosa breed suffered for many decades after the Nez Perce war in 1877. In 1938, the Appaloosa horse breed was reinstated as a distinct breed registry. Since since then the Appaloosa horse breed has remained its foundation bloodstock, but the Appaloosa Horse Club has expanded the Stud Book to include American Quarter Horse and Thoroughbred bloodlines to make the Appaloosa more versatile. Appaloosas can be temperamental and can make novice riders feel lost. Appaloosas are ideal for advanced riders who are able to maintain their discipline while enjoying a challenging ride. The Appaloosa breed is not recommended to be ridden by novices. However, it is recommended for experienced riders who desire an equine that is versatile. However the Appaloosa might be a good choice. A good Appaloosa can be a challenge so make sure you look for a horse that is experienced in your chosen discipline. Clydesdale Clydesdale horses are among the most powerful breeds of horse. The breed was originally developed to carry heavy loads. It's now 16-18 hands high. Although the Clydesdale horse was originally a working horse they are now used primarily for pleasure riding. They can carry riders up to 280 pounds despite their size. The origins of Clydesdale horses can be traced back to Lanarkshire, Scotland in the early 1800s. Flemish stallions were imported to mate with local mares, increasing the size of the foals. Later they were used to breed in the Lanarkshire area , and eventually were breed in other regions of the United Kingdom and even into northern England. The first Clydesdale breed registry was established in 1877. A variety of new bloodlines were introduced to the Clydesdale. The Clydesdale breed has been a major factor in the development of other breeds such as the South German Coldblood, Australian Draught Horse, or the Campolina. The breed is also frequently bred with warmbloods and Thoroughbreds to create powerful and athletic sport horses. 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The Rhenish Warmblood breed is originating from several different bloodlines. These horses are popular for competition or work, but they can also be used for dressage. The Rhenish breed is also considered a popular option for hunting and endurance riding. Oldenburgs are German workhorses that have a great athleticism and attitude. The Dutch Warmblood is also one of the most popular horse breeds in dressage competitions. They are an excellent choice for pleasure riding and competitions, general riding and general riding. The Welsh horse is a breed of horse that originated in Wales. It is a kind-natured and athletic horse. They are natural jumpers with a friendly personality. The American Warmblood horse breed is more traditional and is focused on producing top-quality sport horses instead of preserving certain bloodlines. The Welsh breed is still popular as a choice of sport horses. Some people find the Welsh breed of horse too dominant. The German Warmblood is one of the most popular breeds of horses and is also the oldest. The Westphalian was bred from a cross between an Oldenburg horse and an Anglo-Norman horse. These horses were used to pull wagons and plough fields prior to mechanization. They were also featured in the Lord of the Rings movies. They are athletically strong, and they excel in dressage and show jumping. Percheron In the 19th century, millions of Percherons were brought to the United States. They were used extensively for transportation, forestry and pulling travelling circus wagons. They were responsible for nearly three-quarters of all US draft horses in the 1930s, and were the most popular breed of horse used by farmers and teamsters moving freight. Although they were popular in their prime the breed has experienced a decline in popularity. Percherons are a willing learner and are great draft horses. They can work on rugged terrain better than machines. They are gorgeous carriage horses, but they don't necessarily have the capacity to pull carriages. They are extremely intelligent and energetic due to their Arabian heritage. Horse breed are also extremely athletic, which shows their ability to compete in many equestrian disciplines. Below are some of the most commonly used uses for Percherons. During the crusades, Percherons were renowned for their strength and soundness. Percherons were popular among enthusiasts of horses due to their distinctive beauty. However this breed was not developed in the United States. The first studbook was founded in France in 1893, but other societies soon followed from Germany and Canada. Percheron breeders are now recognized all over the world. Is it worth the effort breed Percheron horses? While Percherons are generally healthy horses, they are susceptible to certain conditions. For example certain Percherons can develop Equine Polysaccharide Storage Myopathy, which affects muscle tissue. This condition is curable but requires diet changes to treat it. Other Percherons may develop osteochondritis Dissecans, which is a painful condition that affects joints and triggers rapid growth. Arabian The Arabian horse breed is renowned for its versatility, stamina and toughness. These characteristics make them a great choice for trail riding. Trail riding requires strength, balance, and agility. Arabian horses are able to adapt to various riding styles and can excel in any terrain. Here are some guidelines to help you choose the ideal horse for your riding requirements. Here are some guidelines to take into consideration when purchasing the right horse. The Shagya Arabian is among the most popular Arabian horses. Named after the Arabian stallion and breed, it is extensively used in equestrian sports. These horses can sport white markings on their faces, stockings, and legs. The Shagya is not available in buckskin, palomino , or dun varieties. It is distinguished by its white sabino patter. Arabians were created in dry, hot, and hot environments. The importation of Arabian horses from the United States slowed as the breeding program improved. In the 1950s however, breeders from America discovered European Stud farms. This led to the fact that a variety of mares and stallions from post-war stud farms came into the U.S. Leopard, the stallion, was the first purebred Arabian horse to be brought into the United States. There are many characteristics to the Arabian horse breeds. Some are more refined than others while others are more basic. Their heads are small and narrow, with big eyes and prominent jowls. They're usually between fourteen and fifteen hands high. Their legs are strong and straight. Their heads are usually bay, but some have black or bay heads. In general, Arabians are known for their elegance and endurance. They are among the most sought-after breeds around the world, and their gracefulness make them desirable pet.

Followed your blog a few years back even though it wasn't active because I absolutely love it and have gone through it more than once. It was an awesome surprise to see you posting again! In celebration I now have a personal breeding story to tell you.

Some background is that when I got back into horses in 2019 turns out I made the wrong choice on who to go to, but I fell in love with a horse there and now can't leave her, so to cope I like to tell anyone who might be interested about the shit show I am experiencing.

The owner/trainer of the barn was given a horse that had originated from some hunter/jumper barn where they had ridden her over huge jumps at 4 years old and very clearly handled her harshly. When she didn't stay sound and developed behavioral problems they dumped her at a YMCA camp and some people who work there then gave her to the trainer. She tried to put her back in work but she was eventually deemed "unridable". She has behavior problems both in and out of saddle, she would be very difficult to lead, and just bomb through gates and in and out of stalls, she will also be fine for a long time then one day suddenly bite very hard. I'm absolutely sure most of this is due to pain or past pain. Besides having been ridden hard as a youngster she also has a tragic back end. I'm hoping I'm describing this correctly but she basically has no croup. Her topline is just flat from the end of her withers to her tail. Because of this she almost always cross canters behind. So, my trainer has a youngish, unridable, horse with big movement but problematic conformation, behavioral problems, and some kind of pain that prevents her from being truly sound. So what does she decide to do? Breed her of course! For you see, although she has no paperwork, she *supposedly* has warmblood in her! Actual warmblood, perhaps holsteiner or something similar. She apparently is registered with the "american warmblood association" which I know you know means nothing. The horse I ride could also be called an """american warmblood"" and I love her with all my heart but she is literally just a draft cross. So this means she must be a great sperm receptacle, because that's all mares are right? They aren't literally half the DNA of the foal right? Luckily the first year she tried it didn't take, if only the story ended there. Now, this was something that my trainer "always wanted to do" and I am relatively understanding to someone who in their whole horse career wants to have one home bred foal, the market is insane and it is a unique experience and sometimes they are very attached to the mare etc etc. Not something I encourage but I don't think you are the absolute worst if you do this. This is not actuall what my trainers ambition wound up being though. Fast forward to 2022 and the trainer's friend has decided she wants to breed her completely average thoroughbred mare, with no accomplishments to speak of, and picks out a different stallion than the one my trainer had already tried. He is a Westphalian stallion and he is Cremello! Because she wants a buckskin! So trainer's horse and friend's horse get sent down to this guy. In the meantime, trainer's riding horse, an OTTB, is having training problems (doesn't like jumping down into water, which is required in the higher eventing levels) and is not staying sound. So what does she decide to do with her? Breed her as well! Because soundness issues can never be genetic.

So this person who has never worked with baby horses has decided to have two for their very first time. AI doesn't take with OTTB so she gets sent down to the Westphalian too. All three horses do get successfully pregnant. Keep in mind this is a small barn that is already wildly overcrowded, with generally unsafe conditions and no proper unused area for babies and moms to live. Fast forward again almost a year and babies are born a couple months apart, trainer goes out of town both times literally as the mares are about to pop. "Warmblood" mare waits until she gets back but OTTB gives birth literally the day she goes out of the country for two weeks with a tween watching her farm. I also happened to be there when she gave birth which was a very cool experience but still ridiculous. "Warmblood" mare is a good mother, but as you may remember is not actually that easy to handle, which can make it also difficult to handle the baby. OTTB is good with people but aggressive towards the baby especially around food. (Just of a side note both came out Palamino) So since, completely unpredictably, they are having trouble working with the "Warmblood"'s baby because of the mom they decide to wean him at THREE MONTHS. Even the industry standard of 4-6 months has come into question lately because of the evidence of how bad it is for horses. OTTB weans at between 4-5 months because of the aggression towards the baby. "Warmblood" gets sent back to the same stallion almost as soon as the foal is weaned, and OTTB is given AI while the foal is still with her because apparently we have decided we are a breeder now and need to have foals every year! Luckily, neither of them take ( and we get to hear about "Wasted money" ) probably partially because the mares aren't in amazing condition, as they have not been getting unlimited food and even often run out of water because the owner and the kids feeding just forget to fill up buckets. 😊 Now Westphalian is not as strict as other warmblood registries, but they are an actual breed and they do have one, which means inspection. Somehow, it winds up actually being hosted at our barn. When I tell you how ridiculously embarrassing it is to have someone come all the way from Germany to this absolute hole of a barn. When the "Warmblood" mare gets inspected they mention her unfortunate hip anatomy, and also ask why the hell the foal was weaned already. Everyone passes though, not the highest grade but still registered and the foals get their brands and everyone gets their DNA tested. While this is happening the American from the registry actually says something to my trainer about how the "Warmblood's" conformation is going to be a problem in future breeding. After they have left trainer asks "Wait were they saying not to breed "warmblood"? But why if her foal was fine?" First yes, yes that is exactly what they were saying, second it is only by pure chance her foal didn't inherit that butt, you can't pick a choose what the foal gets no matter how fancy of sperm you buy. They proceed to say they were a little snobby even though they were way nicer than they needed to be. Also they wouldn't brand the wood in the barn which I thought was hilarious. Trainer decides AFTER the inspection to finally actually get "warmblood"'s papers? So now both mare's are just sitting and foals go out together with one halflinger in a tiny mud pit. "Warmblood's" foal has started showing some behavioral problems. I haven't had trouble, he basically just has a constant grumpy face, but he has bitten and tried kicking other people. This obviously could never have been predicted when you knew his mother had problems and then weaned him incredibly early emotionally stunting him! He's going to be a big fucker too. OTTB's foal is an angel but loose with those back legs lol. There is someone who really wants her who used to ride at this barn and rode her mother, then moved to a better barn and I hope she gets to have her because she will spoil her and give her a good life.

They both have big ole worm bellies too! Because the manure management is non existent in the pastures and they didn't get wormed at all until this week (maybe). I'm attaching pictures of the "warmblood" mare so you can see what I mean about her hind end. I actually like her a lot and wish I could help her. I hope you "enjoyed" this story, it has been painful for me to live through. I just thought it exemplified so many things this blog is all about. Good to see you back and I hope you're doing well!!!

Oh I was not prepared for the pictures. That's... not good. Thank you for being sensible and reporting back from hell on earth.

Fortinbras (For Romance I x Questa/Quando Quando) won his 2 yr old class at the FEH at Full Gallop Farm with an 87.9 - he is officially qualified for finals in Maryland! 

Everdale - Dutch Warmblood Stallion

This is a lot to ask but I'm somewhat versed in dog/cat breeding and it's pitfalls, all the breed traits that are detrimental to animal health (brachycephalics, scottish fold, etc), breeds that are ethical when bred properly and those that may appear unethical but actually have decent health. Can you give a very brief overview of the same for horses? Any nose shapes for example or conformations that are just unethical to produce and detrimental to the horse's wellbeing? I appreciate any insight

This is definitely a bit much for an ask, as so, so much effects horse breeding and genetics! In short: yes, this can absolutely occur in horses.

This article here shows a very good breakdown of conformation. That being said, all breeds are slightly different, but honestly I start to see really weird conformations when many breeds are smashed together, creating a franken-horse that was created for "looks" rather than function. The blog craigslisthorses has an amazing collection of conformation breakdowns and resources here. All in all, horses are different, and making sure your equipment fits them is important to alleviating many health issues.

One thing specifically that is unethical to breed conformation wise are "halter" horses. These horses aren't bred for riding. They're bred to be led around a show ring. And they look like this, with an emphasis on extreme musculature and straight legs. They also tend to carry a disease known as Hyperkalemic Periodic Paralysis or HYPP that does give the horse a more muscular appearance, but can also cause episodes of muscle tremors or paralysis. Some horses may have multiple episodes a day, others may only have one or two episodes throughout their entire life. Horses afflicted by this disease can spontaneously pass away due to paralysis of the lungs or heart failure.

As for faces, there is a lot of conflicting information about certain face structures being detrimental or causing health issues. Most commonly brought up in face discussions is the Arabian horse:

These horses have a dished face in the breed standard. This dish has become more pronounced throughout the years, and drferox has a good post discussing the more pronounced dishes here. I'm of the opinion that extreme dishing can cause health concerns with breathing and shouldn't be bred for.

Horse colors, however, can have an effect on health. Gray horses are more likely to develop melanomas, and horses with extreme pink on the skin are more susceptible to sunburns and skin cancer in those areas. Sunscreen can be applied to the effected areas.

Another color related breeding concern is located in the frame overo gene. This is a white gene that is fine for the foal if in the heterozygous form, but produces a condition known as lethal white syndrome (LWS) in the homozygous form. Breeding two frame overo horses together has a 25% chance of producing a lethal white foal. LWS effects the digestive system nerves and prevents it from moving food. These foals are born pure white and pass within 72 hours of being born. Testing for LWS is essential if you want to breed two white pattern horses together.

Specifically, as far as breeds go, closed stud books can be responsible for inbreeding issues. A good example of this is the Friesian breed, which was almost lost due to inbreeding. Around 15% of Friesian horses carry Hydrocephalus, which increases pressure in the skull and enlarges the head. This often always results in a stillborn birth and can even kill the dam. This condition is rare in other breeds.

Other internal issues are Fragile Foal Syndrome in warmbloods, and PSSM and HYPP in quarterhorses. Many stud books test and track horses that carry these genes to prevent them from passing. Many breeds have these specific ailments that should be tested for, and listing every one of them is impossible for an ask like this aha. If you have a question about a specific breed, its good to do research about that!

All in all, this is a super large topic that is impossible to discuss in one ask, lol. Parting message is basically don't breed your horse unless you get them tested for lethal genes that are present in their breeds.