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Dropping.

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Your Name: IrishWolfhound
Horse's Name: Burning Hearts (<-Barn Name & Show Name->) I See Fire
Height: 16.1h
Gender: Stallion who has been Gelded so a Gelding

[taemin.]

Mark, will post a form before deadline hopefully ;3

[G.L'S]

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τhε Βαsιςs

Your Name
G.L'S

Horse's Name
Kvasir

Name's Meaning
Kvasir was a Norse god who was killed by two dwarfs and had his blood drained. The dwarfs mixed his blood with honey and this concoction became known as the Mead of Poetry. This concoction endowed the drinker with wisdom and this was said to be the introduction of poetry to people.

Nickname
Vassy, but never, ever call him that.

Height
16.1h

Gender:
Male

Coat Colour
Bay roan varnish blanket Appaloosa

Eye Colour
Burnt Siena

Οη τhε Ιηsιδε

Personality
Caustic, Antisocial, Destructive, Reserved
Kvasir is a stallion who pretty much just keeps to himself. He prefers not to get involved with other DAMs because that requires drive and a willingness to put up with drama, which he can't stand. He often finds the intelligence of other DAMs to be below him so he sees little point in consorting with them. When he is not too lazy, Kvasir can actually be very destructive, nasty and ruthless, but these moments are very few and far-between. The most he will do usually is plot, and rarely indulges in these fantasies. Kvasir does have a soft spot though: intuative mares and non-judgemental foals. Because he rarely socializes, he doesn't find these types too often, but when he does, it's very hard for him to hide himself away from them because he feels compelled to show them that he isn't all bad. He does have rare moments where he is a total sweetheart, but he hasn't committed to trusting anyone with that side of him.

History
Kvasir was born to a lone mare who had lost her stallion before he was born. He didn't know it at the time, but she was delirious with both loss and being lost. With her mental preoccupations elsewhere, she dedicated little time to Kvasir, leaving the colt to practically raise himself. Although she could have been seen as a neglectful mother, no one dared say anything about her for he was ferociously protective of the feeble mare. When he was nearly a yearling, her mother found a new stallion, but because of his age, Kvasir was driven out.
Due to his unconventional upbringing and his less than appealing appearance, he was a sort of social pariah amongst any DAMs that came across him or lived near where he travelled. He soon became infamous in his old homeland for being elusive and a bunch of other nasty or supernatural things. Because of this, Kvasir has learned to just keep away from anyone and to just keep moving. For most of his life, he has kept his nomadic bachelor lifestyle which suits him just fine.

Quirks
Kvasir has a habit of glaring through his long forelock. It can look very intimidating but he doesn't take the fear level of the other equid into account when he does this. He didn't initially realize he was doing it or that it even caused other Equids to fear him until he was older. Now, he does it for the fear factor, plus he now finds watching others squirm to be utterly amusing.

Likes
~ Thunderstorms
~ Enjoying his own company
~ Sarcasm
~ Intelligent conversations
~ Dead things
~ DAMs who will take the time to get to know him.
~ Oasis

Dislikes
~ Mirages
~ Idiots
~ Being social
~ Eating dead grass
~ Being the butt of someone else's joke
~ Meat-headed stallions and brainless mares
~ DAM drama

His Love Interests
In case you didn't notice, Kvasir is not a stallion that will openly look for a life partner, he's just fine by himself thank you very much. If he did find an interest in a mare, she would have to be a lot like him: intelligent, caustic and have a vested interest in plotting. When in the mood, Kvasir can be a shameless flirt with mares, but this is more for his own personal gain.

ξχτrαs

Story
"Mama!"
The little bay varnish colt was barely a weanling. It was like the moment he didn't need her milk that his mother took her liberty and ran with it. It wasn't the first time she left him to his own devices, but this was the longest.
"Mama! Where are you?'"
She's gone for good, Vassy. You always knew this could happen.
"MAMA!"
The colt screamed until his throat ached. He didn't dare cry, crying was for the weak and he was strong. He raised himself and took care of his mother. He was no weakling, he was a weanling. Despite this pep talk, he was still afraid, naturally so, but he didn't dare show it. He didn't dare show anyone anything. After so long, he just stayed quiet and waited for her to come back. When the sun began to descend from the sky, he began to plan.
Ok, let's enact Plan A. If she doesn't return, where is the closest food, water and shelter?
The colt looked around the desert to see if they had travelled far from the last oasis they visited. Not seeing it, he lifted his nose to the breeze and caught the scent again.
Bingo.
Not caring to wait for the mare, he set off back towards their last rendezvous. It took him longer because of his littler legs, but he made it around twilight. As he crested the sand dune and saw it below, he saw the shadow of another DAM taking a long drink from the oasis' water reserve. Uncertain of who it was right away, he waited until he analyzed the other creature and figured out who it was before heading down.
"Where did you run off to?"
Kvasir snapped as he approached his mother. The mare raised her head and gave him that vacant look she was always dawning.
Cut that out, it makes you look stupid and vulnerable.
"There you are."
She mused in a tone that suggested she was lost in the depths of her own mind. He often wondered when she looked at him if she saw Kvasir or the stallion she had lost. He still wasn't sure even when she approached him and gently nuzzled his poll.
"I thought I'd lost you."
"Think again."
The colt replied in a less harsh fashion than before as he laid down under a palm tree. It was hard for him to hate his absent-minded parent, but somehow he still harboured a dislike for her mindlessness. Despite all that though, she was his mother and he was still reliant on her. He had already decided though that when he was older, he would find her a stallion and he could live in peace. Then everyone could be happy.

Haiku
Accosted, alone
Hidden behind parapets
He wants to be loved

Name Art
K - knowledgeable
V - voyager
A - apathetic
S - sarcastic
I - intelligent
R - reserved

Art

[The One & Only Vapor]

Oh gosh, first time in a very very long time I've been drawn to one of these <3 Hope I win her!

Your Name: The One & Only Vapor
Horse's Name: Jadali {Belarusian for poison ivy}
Height: 16.1h
Gender: Mare
Personality: Emotional ~ Expressive ~ Treelover ~ Quiet ~ Antisocial
wip~
Likes:
Dislikes:
Fears:
Odd quirks:
Favorite activity:
Field Journal Observation:
Eye Color: I love the current burnt sienna of her eyes, but I must say that if I won her, I would change them to a deep, mysterious pine green, one that echoes the forests she loves and hides many secrets in its deep pools.

[fawn-]

Your Name: Fire-Rose
Horse's Name: Feara
Height: 16.1h
Gender: Female

[Neara]

Judging starts in 6 hours 45 minutes.

[ᗰεяαкι~]

Oh gosh I didn't know your asked do history and stuff......Oh well good luck to everyone :3

[Neara]

it's not in the rules that is just what people decided to do since this is a "impress me contest" X3

[The One & Only Vapor]

oops!! i forgot to finish my form >.< i feel so bad now, and i really did want to finish it...

oh well. early congrats to the winner <3