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Username: ~:Saddles&Bridles:~
Name: Ballad For The Bold // Wolf
Gender: stallion
Halter Color: idk might save up for a custom halter (I have 25 points)
Personality: wip

[DeadlyArcana]

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Username: BandOh
Name: Merrick
Gender: Stallion ~He-Him pronouns~
Halter Color: a red leather that has been torn and ripped. Black buckles that look rusted
Personality:
His bright yellow eyes strike fear in everyone, he makes others shake in fear just because of his presence. He is quiet dangerous and has been labeled a hazard to others, he has attacked and nearly killed other horses that attempted to one up him, but they are failed. He is top dog (pun implied xD) and no one has challenged him since. Though his tough exterior he is like a small puppy looking for someone to love him. He has always hated how others feared him just because of his appearance and terrible control over his anger. He does have a love for fighting and does protect anyone who he loves.

wip for now, I will be doing some writing c8

[Inupait]

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Username: Inupait
Name: Fenrir

"Story Goes that Fenrir was a massive wolf, eldest son of Loki, she became feared by the gods due to the gods' knowledge of prophecies foretelling great trouble from Fenrir and his rapid growth, the gods bound him, and as a result Fenrir bit off the right hand of the god Týr and escaped. Fenrir was later killed by Odin in revenge for his fathers murder"

Gender: Stallion (Of Course!!)
Halter Colour: something that looks like old ropes that have been broken

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History combined with Personality:
"It is said that you can Take the wolf out of the wild but not the wild out of the wolf"
There is no taming the beast that is the sol of this horse, Born and raised as wild as the wolves he so closely resembles Fenrir is fearless and in all honesty dangerous. He was born into a small wild herd deep in the desolation of a mountain range, man had never set foot there and so they should't have. He became very bold and brave because he was born far larger then any of the other foals in the herd, his unusual size and strength made it so that he was always the top of the pecking order, so he got bossy. So bossy he was almost classed as mean. Mares and other young stallions that dared step in his way would wear the marks of his teeth to warn others against doing so. But he wanted more then to just be bossy, he wanted what his father had, leadership.
Maturity at the age of three did not bring much sense to this stud, he was arrogant and mischievous, he had a false sense of security that nothing in the world could possibly touch him. Predators didn't dare test him and neither did any other horses, but man had arrived and they certainly would test him.
In all fairness Fenrir understood why he was so sought after, he was gorgeous (and self obsessed). And so he became the hunted, but he loved it, every minute. When they chased him he felt like the crown jewel, and the tricks he could play in this playground of forest he called home made it so that he would even seek out the humans to try and get them to chance him. But the fun and games would come to an end and the horse that had ruled these mountains like a god would never be the same ever again.
Men descended upon his herd in the dead of night. they carried torches that burned his eyes and disorientated him. His mares could't run with their new born foals so he was forced to fight, and oh did he fight. He attacked the danger like a wolf defending its den, with teeth and hoof. The blood of both man and steed would sit on his tung for the first time like honey; sticky and sweet. It drove him mad! Then the ropes came, the found his neck and limps pulling him this way and that. he was drug from his castle like a fool who had failed to impress. With every mile they drug him the more predatorial the horse got. He now hated man, hated them with all his heart, he would kill them!
But they had plans for him. he was taken to a place where they tried to brake his spirit, but this beast that had been brought to the surface would not budge. He took on every man who tried to tame him and became known for his blood thirst. so the men who enslaved him kept him tried; his limbs bound in ways that kept him from fleeing and fighting. They tried to beat his wild nature out of his very soul and thats when the brute snapped, literally. Fenrir's entire demeanour changed. He had once taken joy in running with a herd, he had loved the toil of fighting for mares and playing tricks on man. But now all he wanted was to brake free of these binds and disappear into the darkness like the monster he had become. The taste of blood had changed him into a predator instead of prey. When Fenrir broke free of his binds there was nothing that could stop him from getting what he wanted.
Now Fenrir is nothing but a shadow that few even believe exist, he is never seen in the daylight, however stories have been told of a mighty wolf stallion that appears from no where to chase away all who try to enter the mountains. Reports from hunters suggest that predators such as cougars have been found dead with bite marks that would appear to be equine. Fenrir is aggressive and not to be trusted, he lives to reap havoc on any and all who seek him out. A horse driven mad by both blood and binds. His trickery now has no fun to it, only savagery and he cannot stand the companionship of the simpler minded horses that he had once called family. he just wants to be alone with the monster that he has become. Some even say that he speaks to himself in third person as if he does not even believe that he is who he is. Watch your step abound him, it might just be the last step you make. The only thing that hasn't changed is that he is still on hundred percent wild and untameable.

[ExVenor]

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Username: Stumpy STMP
Show Name: Beware The Loup Garou
Name: Garou
Gender: Male
Halter Colour: Black with thin eye colour crackle
(with that glowing look)
Or if getting something like a collar is possible
I think it would be fitting for him. ^^

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|:| Personality |:|
Garou is an extremely quiet and reserved stallion. Often kept in enclosures
alone as he is a rather territorial when around others. He doesn't often harm
them, it is more that he makes their stay severely uncomfortable to the point
they just want to leave. His closest companions are of the canine variety.
Particularly our Belgian Kelpie, Swat, for some reason the two have basically
formed a pack together, along with the other canines here at Serpentine.
There are a few individuals that he will tolerate, but he isn't exactly 'mean'
to those he doesn't. More he is a master at ignoring them and giving them
dull yellow stares long enough that they get uncomfortable and move on.
Though there are a few whom refuse to leave no matter how hard he tries to
push them away. They don't often see his happy side though, it only really
comes out when he is alone with his little pack of dogs. Also when being
ridden out for a hunt, the feeling of chasing something and striving to race
the dogs themselves to see what has been found makes him exhilarated
and joyous no matter what the weather.

|:| History |:|
In the full of this stallion's history he has had three owners; the place he
was born, the breeder that purchased the young colt, and then his third
and final home Serpentine Estates. He was born to rather plain parents at
a tiny farm in the middle of nowhere. The owners first delighted in the
tiny foal were soon elated at how unique he was coloured. They had been
having hard times, barely able to keep their farm running, and him? He
was their ticket to a lot of money and a life improvement. So they bragged
about this little tyke to everyone and soon had buyers knocking on their
door hoping to catch a glimpse. When people were satisfied that the foal
was everything and more they described him as, offers were pilling up and
a bidding war was started. The owners let it go on until there were only
two buyers left and chose the one that was offering the most as well as a
trade of some of their nice breeding stock. So now the young colt is on his
way to a second home and an all new adventure.
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The breeding stable waited until he was of age before introducing him to
some of their mares in the hopes he would take interest. Unfortunately
the now grown stallion is rather stubborn and completely uninterested in
any of the partners presented to him. They were all beautiful animals but
none could get him to fulfill what the owners risked so much for. Eventually
they claimed him to be a dud and sent him to live alone in a little side
pasture in the hopes that he might be a good show horse. His standoffish
nature made most riders turn tail and effuse the challenge, particularly
after he bit someone rather hard. Now he was a dud, and a dangerous one
with no showing potential and the sign of a huge money loss for this high
end stable.
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Then one day I went to the stable to look at a few horses they had for sale
and noticed a dark horse standing alone. He was watching me with keen
eyes and a defiant look so of course I was then intrigued. I switched course
to walk up to his pasture rail and stare right back, the staff member was
twittering in my ear about him being all dangerous but I didn't care.
Working and managing a stable of my size I was hardly scared of one horse,
Serpentine has experienced all kinds of horses coming through with every
kind of attitude and personality that exists. So I asked to speak to the
owner immediately and after an extremely long discussion and negotiation,
left the yard with one stallion instead of the three mares I had come to see.

|:| Relationships |:|
Ervacon: Since both Ervacon and Garou have a canine companion the
two get along rather well. Even with both of them having that 'Alpha'
personality type. Azaban and Swat are the ones who do not get along.
Zewdaw: While he is rather uninterested of her at the moment it is
obvious her striking coat catches his attentive eye. She is extremely curious
about this odd stallion and often follows him about. As of yet we are unsure
if this curiosity will blossom into something else but we are hopeful.
Itzpapalotl: Itza has always loved standing off with danger so she has
no greater joy then to egg on the most dangerous stallion she can find,
unfortunately for him, it happens to be Garou at the moment.
Chief: These two get along about as well as oil and water. Chief is
really all about being right and in charge. While Garou just wants to stay
with his pack and be left alone. But Chief thinks that if all the canines
on the property like him they should like her too. This always causes
scuffles between the two.
Dovahal: Dova is all about slaying the beast and fighting off inner
darkness so he has a constant tense relationship around Garou as the
wolf-like stallion is everything dark and sinister that Dova can imagine.
Lykae: Of all our other tolters Lykae is one of the few that Garou
chooses to tolerate. Lykae named for a werewolf seems to fit his name
and enjoys spending time with 'the pack'.


|:| Training |:|
When we first got him home we tried him at a few different things; dressage,
show jumping, racing, etc., but he was not interested in any of them. So
one day when taking him out for a ride we were going past the kennels and
one of the handles was playing fetch with a mixed group of our canines. Of
course upon seeing me my wonderful little pack of dogs came stampeding
over to greet their human. Garou, for the first time since getting him to the
stable had his ears picked forward and genuine interest in his eyes. Of course
I'm too surprised by this to even give the command for the dogs to stop and
was treated to the spectacle of Swat jumping at the stallions nose and Garou
squealing in excitement. Soon I was doing my best to hold on as dogs and horse
pranced about in the yard playing chase. Smiling as I looked up at the handler
I called out, "I think we ought to try him at hunting!"
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After that point his training type was changed and we started to shop around
for some dogs to train him with. We are still looking for a suitable breed but
for now Garou is happy to mock hunt with a motley crew of the dogs we have
now. Including our BKs, Sheepdogs, and Purlhounds, so we look extremely odd
when we go running through the woods but no one has ever seen a happier or
more focused horse.

[SilverBell90]

Username:
Name:
Gender: (Preferably something masculine.)
Halter Color:
Personality:
WIP

[GallopingHowl]

Username: GallopingHowl
Name: 50 Words for Murder // Killer
Gender: Stallion
Halter Color: Black with white cracks
Personality:
Wiip

[Good.Pointe]

wip, my internet crashed and ruined everything >< i spent..... 30minutes..... on nothing...... once i've cooled down and don't want to murder everything, then I'll fix my form...

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~Username~
Canuckkid1
~Gender~
Stallion

~Halter Colour~
Red-brown with gold buckles
~Age~
4 years

~Race Name~
Tracking the beast
~NickName~
Wolf

~History~
growing up with a herd that Is as judging as a jay
was never easy for a foal that looks exactly like their worst enemy
caused wolf to shy away from them his misty like hooves
always confused him about his true destiny but as he grew
he realized he wasn't exactly living. making him
horrified of his whole existence.
running away from the family that once loved him,
wolf turned toward a horse that looked like may have had the same
past as he. he soon became his role model and soon.
he was no longer self aware that he may not be alive, he always
felt alive with the other one and decided that he was
going to try and be just like him.

~personality~
The fact that this wolfish creature grew up without a
mother caused him to only look up to the one who seemed to
care for him. his ears would perk just the way his would and the
others personality soon began to rub off on the once sweet stallion.
he began to torture weak souls into doing his bidding and threatened
their lives with hoof and fang.
the glaring of the ones yellow eyes will always cause you to shudder
at the heat that they portrayed. his toothed smile giving you nightmares
that you wished you didn't have to sleep. but as it dragged at you and you
finally close your eyes, your shocked awake at his terrifying face.
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[summer.]

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[Inupait]

Tiny bump