[little_light]

Owner: σptιmus primє
Show Name: The Last Dragonborn
Barn Name: Paarthurnax
Age: 17
Height: 17.2
Personality: Paarthurnax is battle worn and has a great deal of experience. When he is out around other people many admire him and his scars, though he hates them. He is quiet and solemn but he keeps going to make sure all stay safe, and refuses to make the same mistake he had before. When he sees fire he gets flashbacks of the terrifying battles of the great Dragon War and he goes into a blind panic and fury, being nearly unstoppable. He only has one anchor in his life, and that is the seven year old little girl that owns him and he loves her fiercely. She cares for him and is never afraid of him despite his massive size and great strength, and the only time she gets scared is when he may hurt himself in a flashback. Paarthurnax is determined to do his best and fulfill any task he is assigned with flying colors. He will go great lengths for others, even those he doesn't know, but he has no tolerance or forgiveness for those who do horrible and cruel deeds. He doesn't let them get away with their crimes and will make sure they pay for their actions appropriately. He has honor and valor that keeps him alive and well, and the thought of another death caused by him makes him strive for the best..
Fear: Paarthurnax's greatest fear is that he would not able to do enough. During the great Dragon War he had been in a battle with his comrades, his second in command was his brother, Alduin. They fought furiously against the wyverns that attacked, though many fell to the deadly claws and blazing breath of their foes. It was only he and Alduin left, three wyverns circled them both and one struck as fast as an adder. Paarthurnax managed to kill the one that lunged but it had been a trick, another had gone after his brother and wrapped its jaws around his brother's neck and shook, killing him. Paarthurnax was devastated and went into a rage, destroying the rest without mercy and earning his many scars. After the encounter the strange mark appeared on his flank and as he trudged back to the war camp he looked empty and broken. He had lost his last family member to the jaws of a wyverns due to his inactivity, and his brother's death was his fault. He shuffled to the Legate and gave his report numbly before going away to his tent, not bothering with his wounds which made his scars. He kept them to remind himself of his failure and the pain her deserves for killing his brother. Since then, the veteran has made sure everyone is safe and nothing ever happens to those he are with and will go to great lengths to protect anyone, he can't bear the though of another death on his shoulders, although the Dragon War is long over.


Skyrim based. I had to, the mark on his rump reminded me of the dragons of Skyrim Elder Scrolls V so I had to go with the theme.
(Paarthurnax is the ancient battle worn dragon atop High Hrothgar, that's how I got his name. xD)

[lovestruck]

Owner: diamondfox
Show Name: A Fear that Runs Deep
Barn Name: Baltimore
Age: 9
Height: 17.3
Personality:
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Fear:
Baltimore's greatest fear is being alone. He has to have someone with him at all times. If he's alone, he freaks out, bucking and kicking and destroying everything in his path untill he finds another companion. There's a reason behind this fear of course. He's been in battle many times. He fights well, but only if he's with another horse. He's always been with a team when he's doing something. One day, on the battlefield, his companions were separated from him. He was alone, and being attacked. He'd barely made it out alive, but was branded with the dragon marking on his rump. He found his companions- dead. He fears now that if he's alone he'll be attacked or trapped, and when he finally finds his companions again they'll be dead. For these reasons, he can never be left alone.

[miteinander]

dropping :c
Good Luck to the entrants though!

[sodafarts]

Owner: sodafarts
Show Name: --
Barn Name: --
Age: 9 years
Height: 17.3 hh
Personality: he is old and set in his ways. ______ doesn't talk much and he just wants to be left alone, really. (except for a few of his old comerades he still keeps in touch with, he actually kind of enjoys seeing them again) his unusual mark also gets a lot of unwanted attention, so he stays away from it all. _____ misses the days where he could give and take orders on the battle field. everything was so simple, it's violent and bloody but pure, the objectives were clear, and it felt so good to be a hero, even if no one remembers his name. others were in it for the fame, but they were the ones that didn't make it home; in _____'s experience, you have to be there only because it's right. war isn't about fame, it's about accomplishing something for the greater good. war certainly isn't pretty either, but he's only a bit ashamed to admit he enjoys everything about it. not to say that ______ is bloodthirsty; he doesn't have some animal urge to kill, and at home he is quite peaceful, doesn't bother anyone. he just likes the idea of being a smaller part of something big, with a mission to set things right. he likes to be in charge, just so he knows that things will get done right. when not in charge, though, _____ has no problem following orders, as long as they're good ones. _____ has been known to question authority/orders on a few occasions, but it always proved to be for the better so the higher ups let it slide. he may not play well with others, but he's always the first to visit the family of a fallen warrior to offer his support and to share experiences with them.
Fear: --

[conversett]

Mark

[shanne]

|| Z E R O L O S S • A R L U I N ||
noble friend; noble warrior
14 years old // 17.4hh

Personality: Arluin is fearless. His strength, coupled with his skill in fighting, makes him someone you would not want to anger. He is not one of many words, and can be a little awkward conversing with others, but his intelligence allows him to catch on quickly. He is rather friendly, however, has trouble opening up to others, because he is afraid of losing his loved ones, and to end up all by himself.

Fear: Arluin has a fear of being alone. His story will tell you the reason why.

Arluin was a war horse. But he’s not the kind of war horse that you see soldiers riding on into a battle; he battles with other horses. Arluin had been separated from his mother as a colt, and had since been trained to fight in a horse-fight industry. He grew up to be a strong, fearless horse, and although he was already a rather big horse, most of the other horses involved in the horse-fights were much bigger than he was. Yet, he stood his ground and fought for his trainer, winning many trophies. He fought so hard and well, he became famous for not losing a single fight, earning for himself the title of “Zero Loss”.

Arluin loved the attention he was getting; although he was exhausted from every fight, his victory exclaimed both his power and his trainer’s expertise, and he couldn’t help but feel a warmth in his heart whenever he saw his trainer held the trophy in his hands. He thought this was what he was meant to do; a horse, fighting other horses, in order to display an act of strength.

Until, one day, he met Gin.

Gin was a large, stocky Shire. They were pitted against each other in the cage one day, but Arluin had never seen him before. He glared into Gin’s icy blue stare, but the Shire remained calm as he was, showing no emotion at all, or, was that even a hint of despair? When the start bell rang, Arluin taunted Gin, throwing his head back, snorting, and pawed the ground. It’s a good thing my trainer cut my mane and tail short, unlike this Shire, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to focus on the fight ahead of me, Arluin thought, smirking to himself. However, his efforts to anger the Shire was in vain. Gin had no intention of fighting at all! Confused, Arluin stopped short. They continued the staring contest, until the cheering quietened down and the crowd started to complain about inactivity. The two furious trainers marched into the enclosure, dragging them back into the stables, giving their horses a lecture.

But Arluin wasn’t listening. He wondered why the Shire did not even try so much as to nip at him. “Isn’t that what we’re supposed to do — fight?” he mumbled to himself, when his trainer stomped off to get a drink. He then heard a set of hooves trotting towards him. Looking up, he saw Gin walking up to him. “No, we’re not supposed to fight. This is wrong. You need to know that,” Gin whispered, his voice serious and deep.

“You’re Zero Loss, am I right?” He continued. "I don’t know how long you’ve been here doing this, but seeing how a novice like myself knows about you in such a low-profile industry, you must have been here for a very, very long time.” He paused, looking around nervously, and returned his gaze to Arluin. “You know, all those other horses I’ve seen so far, they’re scared. They’re so afraid to do so much as touch you, or any other horse for that matter. They all don’t want to do this, Zero. They don’t want to fight you. But because you’re fighting, they have to defend themselves.”

Defend? That’s a new way to put it, Arluin thought to himself. He’d always thought about how privileged he was to be taught by such a skilful trainer, that even with his smaller-than-average-fighter size, he managed to win every single fight.

Taking a shaky deep breath, Gin continued, “I’m in a very dangerous spot right now, Zero. They’re gonna put me down because I didn’t fight. Rather, I wouldn’t fight. But, please, hear me out. Even if I had to die, I won’t fight a fellow brother.”

Spotting his trainer walking back from the distance, Gin panicked and hurried back to his original spot. Why was a stranger calling him a ‘fellow brother’? The confusion made him feel giddy, and with a blink of an eye, suddenly, he found himself, along with Gin, back in the same cage. The world started spinning, the loud cheers drowned out, and Arluin closed his eyes. I…I’m not meant to do this, am I? And in that moment, all confidence of fighting disappeared, and he took a quivering step backwards, head bowed, and ears flat.

That was the signal to call off the fight.

A long silence filled the air, and then it was broken again by a loud, furious voice, “That's a sign of FAILURE!” And there was a flash, and suddenly, the whole place burst into flames. Someone, perhaps the person who shouted in anger, had thrown a torch into the cage. Chaos was everywhere. Arluin spun in confusion, but heard Gin calling out to him, “Quick, follow me!”

Galloping past the hoards of people, they steered towards the exit. That was the gate that held them here. That was the only thing separating them from the world. The beautiful, free world. And it was wide open.

Thump! Something fell behind Arluin. Whipping around, he saw Gin lying flat on the ground. Somehow, he tripped and feel down hard, and one of his legs were twisted in a very uncomfortable angle. Horror and pain burned in those icy blue orbs, but with a grimace, Gin stammered, “H-hurry, before this place b-burns down!” As if it were a time-triggered circumstance, debris dramatically crashed in between them, sending a panicked Arluin running forward. With one last glance behind him, Arluin clenched his jaw, trying not to think what would happen to Gin, galloping as fast as his legs could move, and slipped out the exit before it caved in behind him.

[little_light]

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[demonthief.]

This guy's comp will end in 3 hours. I will post when it is closed so please no 'bumping' the thread.

[demonthief.]

The winner of this adopt is HowlingHooves!
Congrats! I really loved your story and I thought the fear was interesting.
And if you are ever giving out slots for this boy, I would love one <3

[HowlingHooves]

Ahhh ty so much!