[Merlin's Heir]

"Sequel" to my V-Day red roan tobiano Mustang mare.

A pretty (and sad-looking) blue roan tobiano Mustang stallion - for Valentine's Day! Blue roan being an appropriate color for a broken-hearted V-Day horse. He's crying, poor thing. Can you find his [broken] heart...?

Fffff blue roans o3o

Owner: SpartanAmethyst
Name: SA Chasing Darkness; "Chase"
Breed: Mustang
Height: 16.2 hh
Gender: Stallion
Age: 9 years
Color: Blue roan tobiano
Foals: 0
Art/Story/Poem:
Story:
The rain was cold, and the way they treated him, even colder.

He stood on the hill slightly above the others, watching the rest of his herd nuzzle and choose mates. His "sister" was even being followed around by stallions seeking her as a mate. Did a mare ever show interest in taking him as a mate? No. He was too "rough around the edges", his coloring too weird. His ears pinned as he glared at them, the familiar bitter hurt settling in his chest.

"Valentines' Day," he scoffed. Turning away roughly, he made his way carefully down the hill. Not even a human had provided interest in purchasing him. He might as well be wild again; no owner, no mate, nothing to tie him to this stable. He snorted, a sound that resembled a growl. Well, nothing might not be the entire case. Turning his head to look at a mare across the pasture, he sighed as her beautiful dunalino-patched coat shone in the sunlight. She stood alone, grazing on the bright emerald grass; she had denied every stallion that approached her. Chase hadn't tried to approach her. She was too beautiful for him; she came from the purest Paint bloodlines, the finest breeding that money could buy. She had won many ribbons, and even quite a few rosettes in her time.

Suddenly there was a loud whistle, and the mare raised her head to look at the gate, as did Chase. Bolting for her owner, the paint mare galloped down the gate to nuzzle the brown-haired woman. They seemed to talk then, both of them briefly looking at Chase. He stared intently as he tried to figure out what they were saying. As they looked back to each other, the mare seemed to nod, throwing her head enthusiastically. Amethyst, the human, patted Sola's neck and walked away, coming back with a black halter. But instead of taking the mare, he watched as she began to make her way across the pasture. Had Sola chosen a stallion? It took him a few minutes to realize that both Sola and Amethyst were making their way towards him. He took a step back nervously as Amethyst reached forward to touch his nose.

Trying to keep a calm facade, he allowed the human to pet him; he had to look good for Sola, this was his chance to get the mare of his dreams. As the halter secured around his head, he resisted the urge to rear and yank the rope from her hands. He wasn't used to human contact, but that was about to change. There was a thrill of joy in his chest as he felt Sola's nose rub his shoulder and she fell into step beside him. Maybe Valentines' Day wasn't so bad. Turning his head to look at her with a questioning smile she nuzzled his neck, and after a long four hour drive, they two exited the trailer to Amethyst's ranch.

"Welcome home," Sola whispered.

Visual:

[cn_spots]

Owner: cn_spots
Name: Broken Casanova
Breed: Mustang
Height: 15hh
Gender: Stallion
Age: 3
Color: Blue roan tobiano
Foals: 0
Art/Story/Poem:WIP
Off to doodle!
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I can't tell what colors his eyes are but if I colored them wrong let me know and I'll change them. I may do another drawing.

[SerenWish]

Is the art for both of these able to be traditional?

[SpartanAmethyst]

Fffff blue roans o3o

Owner: SpartanAmethyst
Name: SA Chasing Darkness; "Chase"
Breed: Mustang
Height: 16.2 hh
Gender: Stallion
Age: 9 years
Color: Blue roan tobiano
Foals: 0
Art/Story/Poem:
Story:
The rain was cold, and the way they treated him, even colder.

He stood on the hill slightly above the others, watching the rest of his herd nuzzle and choose mates. His "sister" was even being followed around by stallions seeking her as a mate. Did a mare ever show interest in taking him as a mate? No. He was too "rough around the edges", his coloring too weird. His ears pinned as he glared at them, the familiar bitter hurt settling in his chest.

"Valentines' Day," he scoffed. Turning away roughly, he made his way carefully down the hill. Not even a human had provided interest in purchasing him. He might as well be wild again; no owner, no mate, nothing to tie him to this stable. He snorted, a sound that resembled a growl. Well, nothing might not be the entire case. Turning his head to look at a mare across the pasture, he sighed as her beautiful dunalino-patched coat shone in the sunlight. She stood alone, grazing on the bright emerald grass; she had denied every stallion that approached her. Chase hadn't tried to approach her. She was too beautiful for him; she came from the purest Paint bloodlines, the finest breeding that money could buy. She had won many ribbons, and even quite a few rosettes in her time.

Suddenly there was a loud whistle, and the mare raised her head to look at the gate, as did Chase. Bolting for her owner, the paint mare galloped down the gate to nuzzle the brown-haired woman. They seemed to talk then, both of them briefly looking at Chase. He stared intently as he tried to figure out what they were saying. As they looked back to each other, the mare seemed to nod, throwing her head enthusiastically. Amethyst, the human, patted Sola's neck and walked away, coming back with a black halter. But instead of taking the mare, he watched as she began to make her way across the pasture. Had Sola chosen a stallion? It took him a few minutes to realize that both Sola and Amethyst were making their way towards him. He took a step back nervously as Amethyst reached forward to touch his nose.

Trying to keep a calm facade, he allowed the human to pet him; he had to look good for Sola, this was his chance to get the mare of his dreams. As the halter secured around his head, he resisted the urge to rear and yank the rope from her hands. He wasn't used to human contact, but that was about to change. There was a thrill of joy in his chest as he felt Sola's nose rub his shoulder and she fell into step beside him. Maybe Valentines' Day wasn't so bad. Turning his head to look at her with a questioning smile she nuzzled his neck, and after a long four hour drive, they two exited the trailer to Amethyst's ranch.

"Welcome home," Sola whispered.

Visual:

[Ariana Black]

Owner: MakaniBlack
Name: Kyles Last Run [Named after my boyfriend/penpal Kyle. He always dreamed he could run.]
Breed: Mustang
Height: 16
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4 years
Color: Blue roan tobiano
Foals: 0
Art/Story/Poem: [I think for this one I'll do the 500 word story. I will be mixing Kyle's life with the horse's life. I will also be taking the story far past his five years if that is alright. It will be from his point of view. It is a sad story in the beginning but in the end it be happy. I hope you will like it.]

I was born on a horse farm in Trinadad. My parents had been bought by the son of the wealthy horse farm owner when he was in the United States studying in some Nebraska university. Three years later I am born. My names is Kyles Last Run or simply Kyle and this is my story.The day I was born, I knew four things. One is that my mother loved. Second thing I knew was that my father hated me. Third thing I knew was my mother loved him more. Finally I knew my mother would not stop my father from killing me because of her love for him. Before I could even stand, my father's sharp hooves were already raking themselves into my back. If my father's owner had not come I would be dead and not able to tell you my story as I am now. I was quickly took took to a horse only clinic where I spent several months either being bottle fed or nursed by a mare that just lost her own foal. I had to stand all day in a sling that held me up. I stayed there in that sling for six months before the doctors told my owner that I would be a handicap. They would have put me down if a wise old man hadn't stepped in. He explained to my owners that yes I would be a handicap but I could still be worth something. When they looked at him skeptcally the man offered over one hundred thousand for me. My owners were so surprised that said yes and left. It turned out that the wise old man was the father of the doctor of the clinic. Unlike his son however he had more faith in me and so set to work. Six months later, I was out of that sling and able to stand on my own. For fourth months, anytime I needed to be moved, I was moved on a cart that helped hold me up and in place. Two months after that he started moving my legs so I could get used to it. At first I was so stiff because the last time this happened was when I was five months old. Just like the last time I screamed out in pain. He did this for a few weeks. Anytime I screamed he'd stop for a few hours waiting for me to calm down. Then he would come back with two carrots. I would eat one and a half of the other and he would finish it. After two months, I was able to take my first few steps. It took a few more months before I was allowed out into a paddock by myself. My old owners came to see me and were amazed at my improvement. They could see the blood of a champion in me. Instead of offering to buy me they asked if in a few years they could breed a few mares with me. My wise old owner told them to come back five years. During that time my muscles grew biggger and stronger. I was now trotting in a speed just below a canter. I was also allowed to be around other horses. The most exciting thing however was that I was allowed to be ridden by younger children who could go very fast. I loved this even more than playing with other horses. On my sixth birthday, my old owners brought ten mares of my old wise old owner's choice. For a few weeks I got the chance to get to know them. Then the big day arrived. It took a few hours but then we were done. My wise old owner saw how much I cared for these mares so he called their owner. He bought the mares for me after offering free foals and ten thousand for each mare. Now I had a real herd. The best part of it all was that if the their old owner didn't like something about the foal the foal would be staying. Finally it was Spring again, and all of my had a foal beside them except my favorite mare Morning Dove. She had a pair of twins beside her. By the time their old owner came to look over the foals, they were all nursing. I stood guard in the front ready to protect my family. They decided they wouldn't take the twins but would take the others. My owner agreed and in one year the foals were taken all but my dear Dove's twins. They were to go to my wise old owner's grandchildren. As the years went past I had over forty foals. On the day of my thirtieth birthday, Morning Dove and I went out into the pasture alone. We both knew it was my time to say good bye. I let out a scream which brought all the humans and the other horses. Morning Dove gave me an encouraging smile and I took a few steps. Suddenly using up all my remaining strengh and energy, I burst into a canter. I kept moving faster and faster until I was in a flat out run. I could hear the crys of shock from both horses and humans alike. I turned and I ran back towards my new owner, the doctor of the clinic, I slid to a stop in front of him and held my up high in pride. He smiled warmly at me and nodded in understanding. Tears streamed down his cheeks. It had been his father's dream to see me run and now I finally done it. Two days passed before I went to go lay under my favorite tree and it was under that tree that I died. I was burried next to my old wise owner which had been both our dreams. Morning Dove lived two more years before joining my side once again. They made a statue of all of us together. It had my wise old owner standing watching as I led my mares in a flat out run towards him. On the plaque below told of our story together. For years my foals and grand foals and great grand foals and so on would live and prosper. Some were even taken back to our homeland of Nebraska.


[If I need more words let me know.]

[Merlin's Heir]

Is the art for both of these able to be traditional?

Yes, you may do traditional.

[Ariana Black]

Hi Merlin.

[Hyeme]

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[Hemalily]

Owner: Gandalf the Grey
Name: Siniye Dushi
Breed: Mustang
Height: 15 hh
Gender: Stallion
Age: 7 years old
Color: Blue roan tobiano
Foals: 0
Art/Story/Poem: Poems! Written by Me!

A soul
Wrought in twain
Wanders the lonely land
Never far, never straying
From its long lost love

He gazes in wonder
At the one who betrayed
His love and yet
She feels nothing
But a stone cold heart.

[Tigermay]

Owner: Tigermay
Name: Zareh, an American name meaning 'tears'.
Breed: Mustang
Height: 15.1hh
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5 years
Color: Blue roan tobiano
Foals: 0
Story: There is a legend of a mustang who has undergone such great sadness that his coat itself is stained with his emotion. At night, children have said they have heard him wailing his grief out into the dark.
People thought that he was just a legend, until from the depths of the American west he was captured and dragged into the world of people.
They say when he was born he was black with a large, single patch of continuous white. He was given a name, Tobias, and take back to a herd. But it was not his father’s herd. His father had been an escaped ranch horse, who by now had been recaptured. Despite not being the band stallion’s son, he was welcome and a part of the family. Oh life was grand! As he grew up, he played with the colts and showed off for the fillies, as any normal colt would. But one filly kept catching his eye, the daughter of the band stallion and the lead mare. She wasn’t allowed to play with everybody else and was always prim and proper. Tobias, however, was piqued by this and kept trying to get closer to her, to only either be shoved away by herself or her mother, or the stallion. But finally, he was annoying enough to earn some of her time, in which he learned her name, Celia.
The ice was broken and they became best friends, prancing about and pretending to be better then all the other foals. He brought her down to earth and she taught him to act like he was worth something.
When they turned two, they left the band together, and his mother tagged along with him, giving him his own band right off the bat. He gathered two more mares the next year and also welcomed his first foal into the world. Oh, this black tobiano had it all, and he was only three!
Luck never lasts though. His son wandered off often, and one day he had snuck away at the wrong time. Tobias raced after a stream of wails, and found that his son was running from a cougar. Just as the stallion appeared, the cat jumped upon his young son. While Tobias still fought it off, it was too late. To add insult to injury, his band had been stolen from him when he had gone to help his son.
The next year he was still alone and had learned that Celia had died giving birth to their second foal and that his mother had been killed by an enraged stallion. His other two mares were now totally faithful to new stallions and refused to rejoin him.
After that, he began to travel, and people started noticing that he tended to show up where tragedies happened, as if to try and comfort the victims. This habit and his sad appearance earned him a new name, Zareh. Now that he is captured, the children say he cries less.

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(I hope the form is still valid even though I posted late, I couldn't post it last night >.<)