You guys want scary? You want creepy? Well now you've got it!
Ok I really like this guy (I'll post his actual picture shortly), so you'll have to work hard for him. You'll have a while to work on your forms so don't worry.
SerenWish wrote:Username: SerenWish
Show Name: Paradise's Castaway
Barn Name: Ahriman (Persian version of the "devil"- lord of the Dark)
Gender: Stallion
Age: 13 Years (Most Cottonwood horses aren't this old, but it's barely after prime of a horse's life! Plus... 13....;3)
Breed: Irish Sport Horse (Irish Draught x Morgan)
Color: Sooty buckskin dapple
Height: 16.0 Hands
Costume type: I'm going to take a guess and say, while he holds symbols of the reaper, demons, etc, that he is perhaps inspired by the horses of the Apocalypse... namely the gray one of disease/plague.
Spooky Short Story:
The starlight faded from this earth so very long ago: only the ghost lights, pale unearthly green and red glows remain. As if our hides are not already dull and listless, the strange lights make us look even more washed out. As if we are merely spirits instead of mere bodies. Our hooves are chipped and cracked, our bones creak and grind against each other- flesh and hair hangs from us like Spanish Moss from a tree limb. Our breath rattles in our lungs and we have lost our whinnies and nickers- they have turned to groans and panting. Teeth rotting in our mouths, we plod through the wasteland, our hollow, glowing eyes piercing the landscape, looking for the telltale signs of moving life that marks our prey. Then we charge forward like a tank, barreling through debris, mud, and cracked ground to get to them. The few humans left on this earth, reduced to mere fodder.
But it's not our fault. You created us. We served you for millennia, casting down our lives and foals for you, giving you wealth, power, and pleasure, and what did you do with us, your most steadfast companions? You abandoned us to the wasteland you created, to die and rot alone and befuddled, while you save your own precious hides. At once, all of equine-kind stretched up their heads and screamed their fury. Those who were once friends make the worst enemies. So we exterminate you. We are the living carcasses who cannot die, cursed to live in forever decay due to your terrible waste. So we wreak havoc on those few left. We punish them, because we cannot reach you.
Heaven help you if you return here. Come face the reality you crafted with your own, selfish hands. We are no longer the laborers. We are the overlords. We are the free ones. We are the masters now.
Across the dark, empty wasteland, a whinny echoes.
Personality/Background: No horse is completely perfect in every way. Ahriman is a prime example of this. He has always been a rather quiet horse, even as a little foal, he was always the one hanging back from the games. He was meek, but sweet, especially around his dam and his handlers. Born on a small ranch, he was never exposed to harshness, more than a few biting flies or a hot summer's day. But when the rancher died, and his horses were auctioned off, spelled out a new, harsh reality for the young colt. Taken from his mother without careful weaning, he was sent to an inexperienced man who wanted to play cowboy. He insisted on calling Ahriman a "mustang colt" and named him Diablo. When Ahriman had scarcely turned two, the big-belt-buckled man climbed on his back, against the wishes of the young man who cared for the horses. Of course, as a young, terrified, neglected young colt, Ahriman bucked him off, causing the wannabe-cowboy to throw out his back. The faux-rancher, determined as ever, found the "best" trainer he could, and shipped Ahriman off. There, the young colt was subjected to harsh beatings, bindings, and harsh conditions to "beat the wildness out of him." Luckily for him, before he was sent home, the rancher stopped paying the trainer, and the trainer's barn was raided, and he was rescued to a center for neglected and abused livestock.
Now, Ahriman is not the same sweet natured colt he once was. He's still quiet, and though he is regaining confidence, and is very sweet with his new rider. He stands perfectly still, and tries to be on time and perform perfectly. We're trying to gently draw him out of his shell. However, he becomes panicked when restrained too much, or when around loud men. He is very smart and sharp, and requires soft touches and gentle words to calm back down.
Training: Ahriman, since being retrained, is getting the hang of cross country and english pleasure. He likes being outside so it is natural that he prefers jumping in the outdoor courses of cross country as opposed to the oppressive arenas.
WIP. ;3 If you want background to the story, just message me! (this goes for anyone. XD) It's supposed to be from his costumed character point of view. XD
In order to get him you'll have to follow the guide-lines below...
NO's
1. NO gifs (this includes text/letters) During judging any forms with gifs or the like will be ignored.
2. NO large images that have nothing to do with the contest. I don't mind art of the horse or his costume, but other than that its just a no. Your form will be completely ignored if this happens.
3. NO adding songs or videos (I won't watch/listen to them. It won't help you, but it won't hurt you)
YES's
1. Changing the color of the form. (As long as I can read it your fine)
2. Changing the alignment
3. Adding info the the forms
4. Going above and beyond what the form asks...
Ok now for the form:
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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Show Name:[/b]
[b]Barn Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b] Stallion
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Breed:[/b]
[b]Color:[/b] Sooty buckskin dapple
[b]Height:[/b]
[b]Costume type:[/b] (I'm asking what you think his costume is based off of... i.e. Vampire Ghost Werewolf)
[b]Spooky Short Story:[/b] (Must involve the "costume horse")
I encourage art and other extra's, but it is not required...
You didn't see it before it was done XD It was just a white lineart, and then it turned into this. It took me a little while to get things typed up.
