From Eden
Call me Eve
Get To Know Eve!​
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Competitive and petty, Eve is a mare who is not easily impressed. Haughty and prudish, she chooses friends and partners very carefully, but is not above having fun with those she cares about. She will throw herself into her training and competitions, striving to prove that she is worth her weight in gold. She'll push herself to the end of her tether in order to get things right, and needs reminding that her best is enough
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Picky with relationships, Eve has a small but close friend group. Her partner-in-crime is Latte, both mares almost inseparable. Honey and Ronan are part of their friend group as well, but to Eve, they're on thin ice, the younger mares occasionally overstepping her boundaries.
She seems to have no interest in the stallions of the stables, at all, and no one would even dare to ask... But she and Latte spend a lot of time together, don't you think?
Winning Prompt​!
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This mare met one of her closest companions through her discipline. Who is this companion, and how exactly did they become friends?
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“And, with that score, Crucially Caffeinated pushes forward to first place! With just one rider left, she’s going to be the one to beat!”
As the fleabitten mare left the arena, head high and body exuding confidence, Eve, waiting for her rider’s cue to move forward into the arena, pinned her ears, reaching outwards with a snap of teeth, hoping to catch the other mare on her rump. Every competition that she was entered into these days, that blasted fleabitten mare swooped in and stole her glory. And no matter how hard she tried, she could never get those precious few points that were needed, earning her a measly second place each time, boosting that other mare’s ego. The riders offered each other friendly words - the mare’s rivalry didn’t reach the saddle, much to Eve’s chagrin - and wishes of good luck were passed between the humans.
And, with a squeeze of leg, Eve was moved into the arena, and, like so many competitions before, she performed beautifully, but was denied her victory. And, once again, she and that gray menace were forced to stand side-by-side, trying with all their might to land a blow or a bite before taking off in a winner’s parade.
A winner’s parade that she would never lead. Not while that gray mare was around.
It wasn’t long after that that she learned the news. She had been sold - for a fair amount, she was delighted to hear. She had high expectations for her new home, and it did not disappoint. Numerous other ERRPs raised their heads, looking to the newcomer, whickering softly in greeting and curiosity. Eve couldn’t help but arch her neck, prancing to put on a show for the onlookers as she was brought to her new stable.
She settled quickly, and within hours was in the arena with her new rider, showing off what she could do for the trainer who stood nearby. Each human that came near showered her with compliments, about her coat, her movements, her achievements, and if she received one more, her head may have become too big for her bridle. Moving at an easy trot, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the arena’s door opening.Glancing over, the mare’s fluid movement jarred suddenly as a gray form stopped similarly, neither mare believing what they were seeing.
“Great! You’re here. Now, can you both pick up an extended walk, just to get Latte warmed up...”
Shaking her nose, refusing to lower herself to petty hatred when she was having such a good day, Eve stepped to the easy gait, but she was determined to make every movement better than the gray mare’s, who seemed determined in the same.
It was a mere hour of training, but by the end, both mares were sweating and frothing, both too tired to lash out as they stood side-by-side as the humans discussed them. Eve found her eyes travelling over to the other mare, whose brown gaze locked upon hers. Eve found a short whicker travelling up her throat, and Latte copied.
What was hatred quickly turned into a playful rivalry, even more quickly turned into a best friendship. Now, when the mares compete, they celebrate each other’s successes... even if their training still seems like a life-or-death competition!