She won THIRD PLACE! EEEK!

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IHS Multi-Class ShowEDIT: Observe the new Prizes for the Novice class.
Hello, it's that time again, show time!
Sponsored by Iron Horse Stables.
RULES:
You MUST be a member of the group (not watching, a MEMBER!)
You are placed in the Novice, Intermidiate, or Advanced levels depending on your horse's stats:
Novice: 0-10-19 stats total
Intermediate: 20-29 stats total
Advanced: 30-49 stats total
Expert: 50-99 stats total
Elite: 100-299 stats total
Olympian: 300+ total
This show is for Novice, Intermediate, and Advanced horses only!
Deadline is October 5th, 12:00am Central American time!!
You can enter up to 2 classes per horse. Only 2 art entries per class are allowed. Submit your entries into the 'Competitions' folder in the group.
You will be judged on the following:
Amount of effort in the drawing:
Detailed background: +5 points
Simple background: +4pts
Lineart+ 1 point
Coloring +2 points
Shading +3 points
Decorations/tack: +1 point each
Story: +1 for every 200 words

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<sub>Grace. Speed. Endurance. Strength.

This is what was required of me. And as I stood beside my human, watching the contestant before me, they didn’t fail to live up to expectations. I pawed the sand in anticipation. I was next. Lloyd tugged my reins slightly and patted my neck.

“It’s alright, girl. You’ll have your turn in just a minute.” His voice was quiet and tender, as it always was. “Don’t worry if you lose. It’s not always about winning.” I huffed and laid an ear back. Of course it was about winning. Why would anyone enter a competition if it wasn’t about winning? But, he was kind of right, though. More than anything, this was to prove that I was ready. To prove that my leg wasn’t a hindrance anymore, that I could do just as well as I did before. I may not have a rider on my back, but I would not fail today. And that meant that I needed to win.

“The next contestant in the Novice Freejump class is WWA Aureolus Eos!” The announcer barked over the loudspeakers. I held my head high and pushed both ears forward as Lloyd unclipped my reins. He gently nudged me forward with his whip and I flew into a canter. This was it. My anxiety rose but it was soon replaced by adrenalin, as I suddenly became acutely aware of everything around me; the chattering, clapping crowd, the blaring speakers as the announcer commented, the unnervingly bright lights above my head, the pounding of my hooves as they connected to the earth, chiming in tune with the beat of my pumping heart, and the flare of my nostrils as my lungs let go of the breath I had just consumed.

Legs, don’t fail me now.

Before I knew it, the first jump was upon me. Without thinking, as if by instinct, I curled in my flanks and leapt effortlessly over it. No pain. No stumbling. I let myself praise for a moment, but then came back to reality. I still had two more jumps, both of which were higher than the first. Not to mention I had two more laps after this. But, just like the first, the second jump came as quickly and easily. Now the final jump came into view. The anxiety was back. If I didn’t make this jump, I would know for sure that I wasn’t ready. As I neared, however, I looked up into the bright light above it. I squinted and then blinked, but when I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in the arena anymore. I was in the forest, the sun beating down on me as I galloped headfirst toward a log. I was a foal again, the very first time I jumped over anything. I was scared, but that didn’t stop me.

I took a deep breath and barreled toward the log. I jumped. It was an awkward, untrained and lanky foal jump, but for a moment, time slowed down. I was flying, straight over that log. My heart felt like it would jump out of my chest. My hooves met the ground again as time caught up to itself. My flashback had ended and I was back in the arena, with my back to the final jump. I turned and stared at it for a minute. I had cleared it. Without falling, stumbling, or any pain in my leg at all. I couldn’t help myself. I let out a gleeful whinny as I reared up onto my hind legs, holding my entire weight on my bad leg for a few seconds. No pain.

I was ready.</sub>

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Class: Novice Free Jumping
Horse name: Aureolus Eos
Type: Equus Ballator (Light Build)
ID#: F-111
Coloration: Flaxen Gold Ivory Champagne Sabino
Genotype: ee/Aa/nCr/ChCh/nsb
Known parentage/lineage: Wild

Statistics:
Gaits: 1
Dressage: 1
Jumping: 5
Intelligence: 3
Stamina: 2
Speed: 1
Strength: 3
Agility: 3
Experience: 0
_{Overal stats: 19}

Simple background: +4p points
Lineart +1 point
Coloring +2 points
Shading +3 points
Decorations/tack +1 point each
Tucked Legs +1 point
Braided Mane +1 point
Bridle with ID plate +2 points
Story +1 for every 200 words

Extra art of Eos:

Lines +.5 point
Coloring +1 point
Shading +1.5 point
Simple BG +2 points

Overall Total: 26(?) points

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Omg whoa omg I did a thing gaiz
I'm gonna be doing another thing like this again, because I'm also entering her in the Liberty class. That pic will take a little longer though.
BUT YEAH SUPER PROUD OF MY BBY<3 I hope she get's at least 3rd lol
Also not sure if I did the stats or point adding right, so if y'all (the people who own EBs) see anything wrong with it, lemme know so I can fix dat crap.
PS: can't tell you how even more proud I am of that story..for real, that's like the best thing I've written in ages that I'm actually happy to say that I wrote.



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