10 Million Fireflies

Name: 10 Million Fireflies

Gender: Stallion

Breed: Leuchtkäferpferd

Height: 16.3hh

Discipline: Dressage

Personality: If there was ever a horse that could have their personality called regal, it was Fly. Everything he does is done with grace and with a purpose, even if it's standing on your foot. He has been known to put his hoof softly on a persons foot, and turn to look at them with his deep brown eyes, his way of scolding them for being a little too harsh with him.
That said, he is never just nasty, and will graze peacefully even in the breeding season, unless a mare walks past, at which point he sets off into his smooth fluid motion, neck arched, his entire frame collected. He will stand and call after the mare, but will never rear at the fence, or try to break out.
His only vice is a fear of being confined, which is easily remedied by allowing him constant access to the pasture through his individual door.
He works well and trains hard, and though new moves can take a while to get right, once he understands he will be able to perform as close to perfect as possible after that.

Story: The chance to go on a foreign holiday, without the horses in tow, was a rare thing for Ahearn, but with the death of his mother, he had chosen to spend his next vacation going somewhere... different. He had picked Germany as it had always interested him, plus it had the benefit of returning through Belgium, where there was rather copious amounts of very nice chocolate...
His two weeks were progressing comfortably, he was in a very nice hotel, had spent a couple of nights in Hamburg, enjoyed a trip to Berlin for another few nights, and his last few days he was going to spend wandering the German country side. It was similar to Scotland, yet there were subtle differences, differences that he couldn't quite place. He idled through public walkways, and ended up on a slightly derelict looking farm. As Ahearn passed by the dilapidated farm house, he noticed a light through one of the windows. Curious, which was a bad trait of his, he walked up to the window and peered through, discovering to his shock that an elderly looking man was lying face down on the floor.
Panicking slightly, Ahearn whipped his phone from his pocket and dialled the number for the German emergency services, conveniently saved from travelling to Germany for competitions.
The police came out, and the ambulance soon followed.
"Looks like he died from being old 12 hours past" a stout policeman told Ahearn is halting English. "The next farm has taken the animals, but not the horses. We will try to find them homes or to the meat man."
Ahearn tried his best German to ask the policeman to show him the horses, and it must have partially worked, as though the man looked confused he took Ahearn to the barn where the horses were kept.
There was probably about 5 adults in all, two stallions and three mares, and each mare had a foal in foot. Ahearn took one of the stallions out of his stall to see in the light, and almost didn't believe his eyes when he saw the body and hair of a Friesian with the spots of an Appaloosa. All of the horses in the barn were of the same look, though there was a mix of colours from basic black, bay and chestnut through to cremello, perlino and smoky cream. Though, in Ahearns' eyes, the black stallion he had taken from the stall was the best of the bunch.
It was arranged with a few phone calls, all the horses were coming back to Scotland and to WDR where they would be re-homed.
One the last day, just as the police were finishing with the house, and Ahearn had loaded the horses for the long (but still going through Belgium) trip back, Ahearn heard his name. It was the same police man, Ahearn now knew the proper term was "Polizist", waving a load of documents at him in a manor that suggested they were rather important.
Ahearn couldn't believe what he was seeing when he opened them. Full stud records and breed development for the horses loaded in the truck, and sales records for others that had been bred. Everything was ready for these spotted Frisians to be registered as a breed, the Leuchtkäferpferd, which apparently translated to 'firefly horse', Due to the fact that all of the horses had snowflake patterns of some sort, combined with other appaloosa markings, Ahearn thought that seemed like a very fitting name for them.

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Ok, so this is by try to adopt horse #1 from ~walktrotcanter7's adoptables [link] which, if I get him, I hope to turn into a new breed based off normal horses for HARPG.

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