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Panic was in the air, smoke filled the lungs, and heat brushed against the cheeks. Shrills of fright and pain surrounded every cell of the body.

"Get the horses out of the barn!" People yelled.

"Save the yearlings!" Another voice came into the air.

A black colt shrilled out in fear as he was one of the yearlings caught in the massive fire that covered nearly all three of the stables and the main house. The massive colt thrashed against burning wood, not even caring that it was a blaze. He just wanted out. He knew that he needed to save himself or someone to save him. But no one came, he thrashed and felt the violent lick of the fire on his dark hide.

The whites of his eyes showed and his ears pinned back. He called again, hoping that he might be saved or even be able to break free. There was a loud creaking above and he paused to look up only to see the glowing red embers fall onto his face and straight into his eye. He shrilled again and shook his head furiously to get the pain to go away but it still didn't go away.

Making circles in his stall finally a human rushed toward the outside opening of his encasement and whipped open the door for him to run free of the heat. Bolting as if it was a starting gate he ran as far away as possible from the pain but no matter how far he ran the pain in his leg and face still remained.

*~*~*

Cline was sitting on the Arizona porch sipping her Red Bull, which was her latest addiction, and watched as the dogs rough housed together. It was all of a sudden that Alex came out and handed her the phone. She gave a curious face and mouthed "Who is it?" before taking the receiver. Alex shrugged and disappeared inside.

"Hello?" she asked as she put the phone to her ear.

"Ms. Van Mark?" a male voice questioned in return.

"Yes, this is she. Who is this?"

"I'm Mark from JS Stables... I heard that you take in troubled horses?"

"Ummm, well not quite... They kind of find there way here and it also depends on the horse. Do you have a troubled horse that I might be interested in?"

"Well, possibly" the man chuckled and then gave a sad sigh, "Sadly our small racing farm here in New Mexico had caught fire and well... most of our yearling stock had...passed on..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that..." she trailed off. She couldn't even imagine losing her beloveds that way.

"Well thank you for your thoughts but I was actually calling to see if you would be interested in a tramatized thoroughbred yearling. You see we have to sell him because A) we can't handle him B) we have really no where to house him and C) we can't afford him. You're my last hope Ms. Van Mark."

She was silent for a moment and Cline took a deep breath, "Where in New Mexico?"

After that Cline had made a trip to Albuquerque and saw the colt. He was handsome but surely he was a tank of a Yearling. She almost mistook n2, as was his name, as a two year old. But she knew deep inside that this colt was special.

"I'll take him," she said to the old owner who looked relieved.

For this adoption here:

Registered Name: n2
Meaning Behind the Name: n2 is a non-nuclear bomb that is featured in Neon Genesis Evangelion.
Barn Name: --
Breed: Thoroughbred
Age: Yearling
Color: Black
Genetics:
Bloodlines:
Sire/Dam:
Dicsipline: Flat Racing 10-12 Furlongs
Offspring: N/A

Adoptable Design (c) to ~Rosela-Kitsuna

Description
Panic was in the air, smoke filled the lungs, and heat brushed against the cheeks. Shrills of fright and pain surrounded every cell of the body.

"Get the horses out of the barn!" People yelled.

"Save the yearlings!" Another voice came into the air.

A black colt shrilled out in fear as he was one of the yearlings caught in the massive fire that covered nearly all three of the stables and the main house. The massive colt thrashed against burning wood, not even caring that it was a blaze. He just wanted out. He knew that he needed to save himself or someone to save him. But no one came, he thrashed and felt the violent lick of the fire on his dark hide.

The whites of his eyes showed and his ears pinned back. He called again, hoping that he might be saved or even be able to break free. There was a loud creaking above and he paused to look up only to see the glowing red embers fall onto his face and straight into his eye. He shrilled again and shook his head furiously to get the pain to go away but it still didn't go away.

Making circles in his stall finally a human rushed toward the outside opening of his encasement and whipped open the door for him to run free of the heat. Bolting as if it was a starting gate he ran as far away as possible from the pain but no matter how far he ran the pain in his leg and face still remained.

*~*~*

Cline was sitting on the Arizona porch sipping her Red Bull, which was her latest addiction, and watched as the dogs rough housed together. It was all of a sudden that Alex came out and handed her the phone. She gave a curious face and mouthed "Who is it?" before taking the receiver. Alex shrugged and disappeared inside.

"Hello?" she asked as she put the phone to her ear.

"Ms. Van Mark?" a male voice questioned in return.

"Yes, this is she. Who is this?"

"I'm Mark from JS Stables... I heard that you take in troubled horses?"

"Ummm, well not quite... They kind of find there way here and it also depends on the horse. Do you have a troubled horse that I might be interested in?"

"Well, possibly" the man chuckled and then gave a sad sigh, "Sadly our small racing farm here in New Mexico had caught fire and well... most of our yearling stock had...passed on..."

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that..." she trailed off. She couldn't even imagine losing her beloveds that way.

"Well thank you for your thoughts but I was actually calling to see if you would be interested in a tramatized thoroughbred yearling. You see we have to sell him because A) we can't handle him B) we have really no where to house him and C) we can't afford him. You're my last hope Ms. Van Mark."

She was silent for a moment and Cline took a deep breath, "Where in New Mexico?"

After that Cline had made a trip to Albuquerque and saw the colt. He was handsome but surely he was a tank of a Yearling. She almost mistook n2, as was his name, as a two year old. But she knew deep inside that this colt was special.

"I'll take him," she said to the old owner who looked relieved.

For this adoption here:

Registered Name: n2
Meaning Behind the Name: n2 is a non-nuclear bomb that is featured in Neon Genesis Evangelion.
Barn Name: --
Breed: Thoroughbred
Age: Yearling
Color: Black
Genetics:
Bloodlines:
Sire/Dam:
Dicsipline: Flat Racing 10-12 Furlongs
Offspring: N/A

Adoptable Design (c) to ~Rosela-Kitsuna