Res with the name Depth Strider // Chelsea
Ideas:
Wild stallion that lives alone in the woods of paradise pines
Lonely, doesn't get along with others well
Has a whole urban legend surrounding him
Violent stallion
Enjoys stealing things a lot
He only has one friend, a little field mouse named Aster (if anyone can PM with where I got this name I will Gove you something
Watches things from afar
Great observer
Speaks with years of wisdom
Anyone that meets him normally will not remember his face or anything but the words he speaks
Rarely speaks, partially mute by choice, often just communicates with weird scribbles in dirt and stuff like so
Nickname is "Dragon"
Loves storms
Theme song is This is War
Loves 30 Seconds To Mars
DO NOT STEAL MY IDEAS

IN LOVE <3

Username: Mother~of~Dragons
Name: Not To Bright | Gull
Gender: Stallion
Halter Color: surprise me
Gif That Reminds You Of Him:


Personality: Gull isn't a very social guy but he does enjoy being in others company especially his "seeing-eye" Deceit. They didn't seem very friendly when first introduced, in fact Deceit would actually chase him around and nip at his face but we eventually figured out Gull's vision was so bad he couldn't see Deceit very well and would often run away in fear and Deceit would chase after him guiding him away from potentially harmful objects with nips to his face. After Gull became used to Deceit they were practically inseparable and we would allow them to spend warmer days in the pastures or just free roaming the grounds since we knew they would be safe together. Gull is a bit of a kleptomaniac but we've concluded this is a side effect of his poor vision as he feels safer in tight places and will steal things when he's allowed to roam the grounds and bring them back to his stall. He's getting better with meeting new horses but it takes time for him to become completely comfortable with them and anything smaller than himself like dogs or small children makes him panic. He loves spending time with his favorite humans either relaxing with them, enjoying a good massage or getting a bath.
Favorite Song: Main Title Song from Black Beauty

Please don't steal my idea!

Username: Rio_98
Name: Deep Sea Ebony // Nautilus
Gender: Stallion
Halter Color: navy blue
Gif That Reminds You Of Him:

Username; The Missing Kurloz
Name;Ahote it means Native American Hopi name meaning "restless one."
Gender; Male
Homeland; The Out lands where he blend into his surroundings if need to take one prey that walk his path. he lives were some most foul played Primal's go nothing but Old bones , holes in the grounds, and step land with many canyons that connect together. many get lost here for days. Food & water being hard to find cause most of it has dried out cause his homeland is stuck in a drouth of sand and 5% chances of rain.
Rival:Hiamovi

Username: .FlamingFeather.
Lynxie name: Sprocket
Age: 5 years
Gender: Male
Rank: Beta
Personality: Smart// Curious// Fun
Smart:
Sprocket knows everything about how to survive in the wilderness, he loves to spread his knowledge on everyone

Curious:
Although he knows everything about most things he still loves to learn and won't pass up an opportunity to learn

Fun:
Sprocket has one of those personalities that if everything is quiet he will crack a joke just to break the silence

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.FlamingFeather. wrote:Username: .FlamingFeather.
Lynxie name: Sprocket
Age: 5 years
Gender: Male
Rank: Beta
Personality: Smart// Curious// Fun
Smart:
Sprocket knows everything about how to survive in the wilderness, he loves to spread his knowledge on everyone

Curious:
Although he knows everything about most things he still loves to learn and won't pass up an opportunity to learn

Fun:
Sprocket has one of those personalities that if everything is quiet he will crack a joke just to break the silence

Username: i am obviously a cat
Lynxie name: Blossom
Age: 4 years
Gender: Female
Rank: Omega
How did she get her scars?:
By challenging a alpha

i am obviously a cat wrote:Username: i am obviously a cat
Lynxie name: Blossom
Age: 4 years
Gender: Female
Rank: Omega
How did she get her scars?:
By challenging a alpha

Username: Nevriande
Show name (optional):
Name: Galmire (Braverly and Loyalty)
Gender: Stallion
Height: 17.3hh
Twin: DCH #19

Username: xXChisakiXx
Show name (optional): Dark Intensions
Name: Louis ( Loo-ee )
Gender: Stallion
Height: 17.3hh
Twin: DCH #35

Username: Bella.
Show name (optional): Fools Gold
Name: Remi
Gender: Stallion
Height: 17.3hh
Twin:
ahhh that model horse is gorgeous, as is that dappling on the dch's coat! I am in love <3

Username: Chibi~Predator
GOS' Name: Lila
She loves... flowers. She loves the flora of the land that she cannot reach

Username: ilhdc7
GOS' Name: Eon
She loves... the color green! Anything and everything green!

Username: RazzBerry
GOS' Name: Persephone
She loves... wip

Thank you so much!!

Ahhh, they are both so cute. Congrats!

Username: Twig
Name: Tulip
Gender: Female
12th president of the United States:Zachary Taylor
Name any animal which has stripes: Tiger
What is the 47th element of the periodic table: silver

Twig wrote:Username: Twig
Name: Tulip
Gender: Female
12th president of the United States:Zachary Taylor
Name any animal which has stripes: Tiger
What is the 47th element of the periodic table: silver

yey ;v; thank you!

Username;; .TheWinterSoldier.
Artist;; Calico Catastrophe

Pup link;; viewtopic.php?t=2693625 top one

Username: the missing kurloz
Name:linda
Gender: female

Username: WolvesGoRawr
Name: Juno
Gender: Female

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Username: peachcream
Name: Ross
Gender: female

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Username: peachcream
Name: Ross
Gender: female

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Make_a__Scene

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death clock

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For later.

aw yeah. This'll be my post and the mark.

Awwwwww! Avi those wings are adorable!

bump.

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Owner: jojen
Horse's Name: Adisa
Height: 15.1hh
Gender: Stallion
Rarity: Rare

Gorgeous DAM

Owner: OvercastKid
Horse's Name: Twilight Soul Of The Century 'Turiel'
Height: 15.1hh
Gender: stallion
Rarity: Rare

Owner:BilboBagginsis
GoS Name:Rivera's Rosette
Gender:Mare
Birth Date: September 28, 2000
Photo:

Owner: VampireMessageNinja
GoS Name: Clara-Marlen
Gender:Mare
Birth Date: September 28, 2000
Photo:

Its scientific name is hydnellum peckii ^^

Owner:~Tornado~
GoS Name: Alex
Gender:Mare
Birth Date: September 28, 2000
Photo:

username: mikune
name: calla
gender: gender fluid
sex: female
sexuality: pansexual

yours my friendo.

eep
thank you very much ;; v;

Acalia wrote:

Username: Acalia
Dracleon's Name: Trybarian
Dracleon's Gender: male
Old Western Song (as long as it sounds westerny it can be any song): this. I dont listen to music so i just picked this O3O

Owner: LadyAlpha
Name: TC Texas Spectacle "Showtime"
Gender: Stallion
Age: 28
Height: 14.3 hh

~Story~

Ai, age is a mixed bag. To the child, it is an enticing prospect; to the young adult, an intimidating one; to the older person, terrifying. What a shame, a cruel shame, that some of us just don't really realize what's happening until it all comes crashing down. Isn't it? Is it crueler for someone to know they're on their way out?
-----
Will you marry me?
Showtime sighed deeply. Those words kept playing in his head, over and over, each and every time he saw his owner walking in. He'd never seen him looking so happy, so bright. A change had come over him; he patted his horse with a new zeal Show hadn't known since he was a young colt. After being introduced to the lucky lady (whom he'd come to love), the Teke had seen less and less of his caretaker, but more and more of the happiness he'd never expressed before. Truthfully, it made the big boy happy; his owner had found a true friend, a lover, and someone who liked horses at that!
"Showtime!" The name made the pinto jerk up his head, his ears perfectly erect. A stetson-tipping man turned to the horse, having finished soaping the big Western saddle he used when riding the horse. Show silently wished that the little English saddle would come out so they could go jumping again. Whatever happened to that? Still, he appreciatively leaned into the patting he recieved, his mouth quietly working. He knew full well what was coming. Sure enough, the jingling of the halter gave way to the feel of it running along his bony face, and there, the lead line. "All set," came the gruff words that preceded his being led out of his stall, his bony frame enunciated in the bright new light of the recently replaced lightbulbs. Prancing in place, he awaited the light tug that would send him off to his paddock. As he was led, he noticed an inconspicuous low spot in the fencing; something unnoticeable to all but the most attentive. His owner obviously had his head in the clouds; this was a perfect opportunity to have some fun!
As soon as he was turned loose, Showtime politely waited for the man to back away before trotting off. Tail held high, he looked around before breaking form and taking off for the fence. "Show. Showtime! Showtime!" His owner saw the plan, alright, and raced along the fence as soon as he realized the horse's intent. But it was far too obvious that there was no stopping the elderly black-and-white who could not for the life of him figure out where his abilities ended. Not really paying attention to anything but the fence, he got himself more into his dangerous little game. Gather, gather, gather up his thin body the way he had many times before. The fence looked more and more intimidating but - there - he took off!
Time slowed down as the man's eyes, shaded by the brim of his black cowboy hat, followed the sloppy takeoff. The horse, in all his excitement, had sent his body forward instead of upward, and far too early.
He would not clear it this time.
-----
"Show...Show...," the man croaked, kneeling at the horse's side. The paint watched as a stranger wrapped up his legs, his expression dark. "Charles, it's not your fault. It was an accident," his ears caught for the twentieth time. He watched rather guiltily as his owner's wife wrapped her arms around her husband's shoulders, trying to comfort the practically inconsolable rider. He couldn't understand what had gone wrong, why his legs hurt so badly, why he couldn't get up. The stranger sighed and stood. "The left leg...'S all good. Scratched up, will be sore. The right one..." Charles watched intently, begging silently for good news. "Tendon injury. Looks bad; torn up. I'm afraid that he won't be ridden no more. Prob'ly won't even be trottin'," he explained rather bluntly. Charles' head dropped. "I'm sorry, sir. Best I can do." The man nodded sympathetically before walking back to his truck to retrieve the pain medications the horse was to receive while he healed. Showtime felt a hand on his ear. "You gotta be more careful, buddy," his owner whispered, then, after a pause, "it's all right though. You're going to be fine. You can walk, and that's good enough." To his utter joy, Show felt a tug on his halter, urging him to stand. Aside from the numbed pain in his legs, he felt the creaking in his joints he'd felt for years, but this time it meant something different, something darker. He gave his owner a pitiful look. Whatever happened to me?
The horse was surprised to see a tear run down his caretaker's cheek before his arms wrapped around the Teke's neck.
"I'm sorry, Showtime."
-----
((Wow, this did not go in the direction I intended it to. Still had fun writing it. Hope you enjoy it!))

LadyAlpha wrote:Owner: LadyAlpha
Name: TC Texas Spectacle "Showtime"
Gender: Stallion
Age: 28
Height: 14.3 hh

~Story~

Ai, age is a mixed bag. To the child, it is an enticing prospect; to the young adult, an intimidating one; to the older person, terrifying. What a shame, a cruel shame, that some of us just don't really realize what's happening until it all comes crashing down. Isn't it? Is it crueler for someone to know they're on their way out?
-----
Will you marry me?
Showtime sighed deeply. Those words kept playing in his head, over and over, each and every time he saw his owner walking in. He'd never seen him looking so happy, so bright. A change had come over him; he patted his horse with a new zeal Show hadn't known since he was a young colt. After being introduced to the lucky lady (whom he'd come to love), the Teke had seen less and less of his caretaker, but more and more of the happiness he'd never expressed before. Truthfully, it made the big boy happy; his owner had found a true friend, a lover, and someone who liked horses at that!
"Showtime!" The name made the pinto jerk up his head, his ears perfectly erect. A stetson-tipping man turned to the horse, having finished soaping the big Western saddle he used when riding the horse. Show silently wished that the little English saddle would come out so they could go jumping again. Whatever happened to that? Still, he appreciatively leaned into the patting he recieved, his mouth quietly working. He knew full well what was coming. Sure enough, the jingling of the halter gave way to the feel of it running along his bony face, and there, the lead line. "All set," came the gruff words that preceded his being led out of his stall, his bony frame enunciated in the bright new light of the recently replaced lightbulbs. Prancing in place, he awaited the light tug that would send him off to his paddock. As he was led, he noticed an inconspicuous low spot in the fencing; something unnoticeable to all but the most attentive. His owner obviously had his head in the clouds; this was a perfect opportunity to have some fun!
As soon as he was turned loose, Showtime politely waited for the man to back away before trotting off. Tail held high, he looked around before breaking form and taking off for the fence. "Show. Showtime! Showtime!" His owner saw the plan, alright, and raced along the fence as soon as he realized the horse's intent. But it was far too obvious that there was no stopping the elderly black-and-white who could not for the life of him figure out where his abilities ended. Not really paying attention to anything but the fence, he got himself more into his dangerous little game. Gather, gather, gather up his thin body the way he had many times before. The fence looked more and more intimidating but - there - he took off!
Time slowed down as the man's eyes, shaded by the brim of his black cowboy hat, followed the sloppy takeoff. The horse, in all his excitement, had sent his body forward instead of upward, and far too early.
He would not clear it this time.
-----
"Show...Show...," the man croaked, kneeling at the horse's side. The paint watched as a stranger wrapped up his legs, his expression dark. "Charles, it's not your fault. It was an accident," his ears caught for the twentieth time. He watched rather guiltily as his owner's wife wrapped her arms around her husband's shoulders, trying to comfort the practically inconsolable rider. He couldn't understand what had gone wrong, why his legs hurt so badly, why he couldn't get up. The stranger sighed and stood. "The left leg...'S all good. Scratched up, will be sore. The right one..." Charles watched intently, begging silently for good news. "Tendon injury. Looks bad; torn up. I'm afraid that he won't be ridden no more. Prob'ly won't even be trottin'," he explained rather bluntly. Charles' head dropped. "I'm sorry, sir. Best I can do." The man nodded sympathetically before walking back to his truck to retrieve the pain medications the horse was to receive while he healed. Showtime felt a hand on his ear. "You gotta be more careful, buddy," his owner whispered, then, after a pause, "it's all right though. You're going to be fine. You can walk, and that's good enough." To his utter joy, Show felt a tug on his halter, urging him to stand. Aside from the numbed pain in his legs, he felt the creaking in his joints he'd felt for years, but this time it meant something different, something darker. He gave his owner a pitiful look. Whatever happened to me?
The horse was surprised to see a tear run down his caretaker's cheek before his arms wrapped around the Teke's neck.
"I'm sorry, Showtime."
-----
((Wow, this did not go in the direction I intended it to. Still had fun writing it. Hope you enjoy it!))

Ah, thanks! What a sweetheart <3