Twilight Dystopia Z
Your Uptopia, is my Dystopia
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Don't Pretend You Ever Forgot About Me
Username: OvercastKid
Show Name: Twilight Dystopia Z
Barn Name: Toby
Gender: Stallion
Halter Color: Midnight Blue
Age: 12
Height: 13.3hh
Color: Classic Champagne Snowcap
What if we were living in the dystopia all along?
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The System was never broken, it was built this way.
Personality:
Toby is very destructive. He likes to wreak rugs, buckets and anything his can get his hooves on. He is cheeky but very sweet. He is usually the ringleader and will set the whole herd off by spooking at nothing. He loves to cause trouble but then he will give you the famous 'Butter Wouldn't Melt' face which usually ends up with him getting away with it. He is very flirty and loves to impress the mares. He is a real show off. Unfortunately, he has no dedication, compassion or care for other horses feelings which can make him unpopular at times. He is very cocky and vain.
Positives:
Sweet.
Friendly.
Cute.
Affectionate.
Proud.
Negatives:
Reckless.
Cheeky.
Testing.
Selfish.
Unsympathetic.
A brave new world
The war is won
The war is won
A brave new worldI
Am
Your
Dystopian
Fantasies,
I
Am
Your
Utopian
Nightmares.
Likes:
Show Jumping.
Working Hunter.
Cross-Country.
Eventing.
Mares.
Dislikes:
Other Stallions.
Having to Care for others.
Being caught out.
Being proved wrong.
Being bored.
Name Meaning: A Dystopia is an imagined place or state in which everything is unpleasant or bad, typically a totalitarian or environmentally degraded one. Also, Z is a pretty cool letter and it seems cool to add it on and Twilight is my prefix creating Twilight Dystopia Z.
Why I Chose It: His coat colour reminds me of smoke and dust like something forgotten or burning and I remember saying on a stream that I should get a horse named Dystopia a while ago, so I thought I would like to use it for an adopt and this little guy fitted it perfectly in my eyes.
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Welcome to the Dystopia
A Story:
The motionless stallion stirred. He opened his violet eyes. Toby rolled onto his knees. A layer of dust rose off of his flanks. He was breathing heavily and sweat formed upon his smoky neck. He looked in horror at what layed ahead. The city was in ruins. Buildings were smashed, smoke rose from the skyscapers and billowed lazily into the breeze. Wind whistled around the shadow streets. New York was scary in its robe of destruction. Toby neighed, it echoed around the streets. No answer. He stood up and took a shaky step towards what was once the Empire State building. His shoes chimed out clearly, a golden sound in this wreck. He had to get away from here. A light flickered on in an apartment, it buzzed and went out again. Toby looked at it in dismay and he whickered, just in case. As he expected there was no reply. He carried on through the winding streets. Dust layered the abandoned cars, windows were smashed and fires crackled in them. The stallion flicked an ear nervously. He could only hear the wind, his horseshoes and the crackling of the fires. People hadn't been here in a long time he thought. How was he to get home? He sighed and urged himself into a trot. Ash rose around him and blanketed his white rump, he could smell the acrid burning. He noticed a ragged poster shaking in the wind. It read: Close your doors! Keep away from the infected! Close your windows! Isolate infected. **Epidemic Alert** Then the writing stopped there, the bottom half had ripped off. He looked around worriedly. He noticed some apartment windows had large 'X' painted on them in red paint. Is this what they marked 'the infected' with? These red 'X's were a common sight. They were on most windows, the ones that weren't smashed in. Toby saw more epidemic alert posters. Not one gave him more information. He neighed shakily. He did NOT like it here. New York in it's shroud of mourning was a devastating sight. A once bright and beautiful city, now in ruins. He heard footsteps behind him, a wild looking man ran past him hurriedly. Toby spooked and shot forward, he galloped out of the city until his knees ached. Then he realised that he was back where he started. He must have galloped four miles and for some reason he was back in front of the Empire State. He couldn't escape this Dystopia. He lay down with exhaustion and rolled onto his side and closed his eyes for the last time. He jolted awake. He was breathing heavy and sweating. His eyes fluttered... he was back in his stable. Thank god it was just a dream.
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Hello there, The Angel from my nightmare
Worst Nightmare: The Dystopian New York (above)
Best Dream: Winning at Hickstead
The shadow in the background of the morgue
