[p-ond]

Forms close on the 24th!

[Spiritstar3]

Okay!

[dragons whisper]

Username: dragons whisper
Equid's Name: RedWood
Age: 4 yrs
Height: 14hh
Gender: Stallion
Personality: (As long or short as you like.)
First impression:

W.I.P.

[Penultima]

Username: PauseOff
Equid's Name: Valor
Age: 5 years
Height: 14hh
Gender: Stallion
Personality: WIP
First impression: WIP

[Zvarjaciely]

Username: .:{Sweet Dreams.}:.
Equid's Name: Kothar, but pronounced koh-tar. {The 'H' is silent.}
Age: 5 years, 2 months
Height: 14hh
Gender: Stallion
Personality: Kothar is very full of himself, loud and rambunctious. He loves to say perfectly random things, and goes through equally random phases that he can't shake for months, until they wear off. He seems to be a nice, mannerly stallion until you get to know him- then he unveils a totally insane side of himself! Fortunately, it's insane in a good way. He's a complete daredevil, and loves trying things only someone out of their right mind would do. And no one can guarantee that he is in his right mind. His friends will definitely agree that he is not completely sane...but between his loudness, randomness, and massive ego, it's really up to you to decide!
First impression:
The first time you ever approached Kothar, you might feel respectful, amiable, even a bit scornful; he gives off a certain air that makes him feel higher and prouder than anyone else. But he does seem mannerly, too, respectful and quite kind. If you were approaching him, you'd probably be either on the edge of a cliff or in a "haunted" forest, two of Kothar's most beloved abodes, giving you the impression that he is most likely fearless or maybe a daredevil too. Of these, he is pretty much both. You would hear his low, soft voice; when he has extreme emotions, like hate or excitement, it crackles and the air seems to spark with his zealous tone. But when he meets you, he probably won't be any of those things, because despite being practically a social outcast he is very friendly, if we're putting his apparent initial ineptitude aside. You would smell his faint scent of sagebrush, hanging limp and wavering in the air, and relax a bit. Kothar makes a very good first impression, if a bit arrogant, but despite his near-total insanity and huge ego that you would see soon to come, he is never rude, and always quite social and friendly.

[versicolor]

Username: versicolor
Equid's Name: Beck
Age: 4 1/2 years
Height: 14hh
Gender: Stallion
Personality:
Beck is a very simple stallion. He does not require much to be happy in life. He tends to be rather optimistic, it's rare to ever see him feeling down. He's a friendly and curious soul, and he will often approach total strangers. He likes to see the best in others and believes that everyone has some good in them. Intelligence was never Beck's strong suit and he can sometimes be quite naive. He is very laid back and tries to not let petty issues get the best of him. His curiosity fuels his appetite for adventure and travelling. He enjoys seeing new places and gaining knowledge about world customs and traditions. However, he has an awful memory and often forgets whatever he may learn on his trips. He still tries his best to retain the information though. He is immensely loyal and would do absolutely anything for those close to him. He tends to be a bit of a pushover and sometimes will let others walk all over him. Poor Beck suffers from bouts of insomnia from time to time, which is why he can often be seen wandering around in the middle of the night. He can never seem to wrap his head around why others generally shy away from him, and the fact that they do saddens him a little bit.
First impression:
You rest against a hollow tree as you keep your eyes staring straight in front of you. It is pitch black, and you are alone. The air is tense and your breathing is short and choppy. You squeeze your hand absentmindedly to cope with the anxiety. Dark shadows create ominous images as they fall into twisted patterns. You can hardly focus and you strain to see anything at all. You can hear the creatures of the night crying out as they shuffle in the bushes. The pace of your heartbeat quickens with every breath you take. A shadow envelopes you as a creature moves closer. You look up. Your heart freezes in it's tracks. A dark stallion confronts you, his piercing white eyes sending a shiver down your spine. Your first thought is to run, but your muscles tense and you can't move. You lock eyes wit the menacing creature and it does not break your gaze. You push back against the tree and you can feel the stiff bark digging into your skin. The blood bay stallion continues to stare at you intently and you start to feel uncomfortable. He cranes his neck toward you and you flinch abruptly. He gently places his soft muzzle onto your head and looks at you curiously. You feel entirely ridiculous.

[frostt.]

Removing my form, sorry about entering after the dead line.

[Zvarjaciely]

Username:

FrostDragon636, or just Frost, I don't mind ^-^

Equid's Name:

SkarletDawn, Skar for short (May seem more of a feminine name but I think it suits his looks.)

Age:

November 7th 2009, 4 years

Height:

14hh

Gender:

Stallion

Personality:

Skar is quite a loner, he enjoys having his own space. Avoiding actual conversations with other equids, he wanders farther from the herd he was born to, none of the horses know where he is from due to his secretive past and being unable to commute. He would most likely never be a father for foals annoy him, jumping and wrestling all the time. However, he can have a soft spot if he falls for a mare; trying everything he can to impress her, almost becoming a different stallion. Being a daredevil he adores the thrill you get when trying something new.

First impression:

(From the point of view of another horse in the herd he stays with) I kept one eye on the mysterious stallion as I grazed, why was he all alone? None of the other horses even knew him or dared to approach him, for those pale blue eyes had an eerie, menacing glow. Who is he? Why does he stay with this herd but yet doesn't have communication with any of the other horses? He seemed completely normal - well except for those eyes - he walked and grazed just as any other equid would. Taking a deep breath, I stopped grazing and cautiously trotted towards the red stallion. Seeing me, the other horses flicked their ears in my direction, muscles tensed, ready to run at any moment. Those guys sure are scared of him, maybe this wasn't such a good idea, I stopped trotting and tensed up somewhat; then calming down I began walking towards him again. Still grazing I could see he had one eye on me - the one brave mare who would approach him - as I got closer he began to slowly walk away from where he had been standing. Did he not wish to speak with other equids? Pondering on this question, I picked up my speed hoping to be able to catch him before he raced off; but it didn't work he was faster than me, turning to face me he bowed his head slightly, then galloped off into the trees until the only thing showing were those pale blue eyes.....

(Hmm I hope this fits his personality, anyhow; good luck to everyone else! :3 Yes, I do love to color my forms like the animal I'm trying out for c:)

Not to mini-mod, but the time limit for accepting forms for this boy has already passed {three days ago actually} and also you are not allowed to rezise, recolor, or center the form. You are not allowed to edit it in any way.

Again, sorry for the mini-mod, but just giving you a fair warning ^^

[frostt.]

Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't know x3

[p-ond]

Username: XxCarpeNoctemxX
Equid's Name: Zero
Age: 5
Height: 14hh
Gender: Stallion
Personality:
These pale blue eyes are like none other. In the eyes of another there is life and light, but these, they just reflect a mirror image. Growing up it was clear to his parents that he was different from the other colts. He didn't romp nor play nor buck nor speak for that matter. He just watched and listened. Fearing his only son to be a vegetable his father suggested abandoning the young colt. His mother thought otherwise. "It's just a phase," she offered. It was a phase that he wouldn't grow out of.
His parents didn't know that behind his stoney stare lied a soul. A complicated one, but still a soul. Zero isn't much for conversation. In fact there isn't a vocal conversation to be had with the stallion. He doesn't speak a word; that was the choice he made long ago.
Zero is a somber stallion. He rarely shows any emotion, and when it does slip it isn't clear if its really his or a mirror image of yourself. That's his "demon." He does this so often that it's extremely difficult to decipher what's he's feeling.
As far as love affairs go Zero has none, and he isn't sure he ever will. He sees himself too imcompetent to trifle with such fantasies. If he decided to take a mate, it would be souly through physical attraction. Zero has never had a intimate relationship with anyone and finds them as realistic as a stories told around the campfire. He has little knowledge that he can in fact feel love and affection for someone other than himself.
If Zero ever "found" his voice he would speak in a proper manner, much like a native of Britain. It wouldn't be odd to have the occasional 'thou' or 'thee.' Thrown into the mix either.
Zero is a wanderer. He has no permanent home. He wanders about the mountains being positive to avoid constant with others. He follows his own secret passages through the winding mountains. Really they're just old, beat up wagon trails worn by the hooves and wagons of early settlers that came to the region. Now they're his saving grace. The grazing where he resides he tough and brittle. It is distasteful to the tongue and often makes the stallion gag, but still rarely does he descend from his rocky perch.
If it isn't obvious Zero suffers from a fear of the unknown. He resides so deep in his shell that he seldom sees anyone; when he doesn't happen across another he turns to flee.
First impression:
I conspicuously stared at the stallion. I couldn't help it. He was wondering all alone; it made me wonder if he was alright. Or if he ever got lonely, as this isn't the first one my gaze spotted him. His steps were so fluid and deliberate, I was certain that he planned everything ahead of time. His long slender tail swayed with his strides keeping valence on this rocky abode. I only managed to get a close glimpse of him once. I don't remember much of his face, but what I do remember was his eyes. Oh! His eyes. They were the perfect shade of stormy blue, but they were cold and lifeless. Any half-same Equid would tell me to avert my eyes. "It's rude to stare," they'd cry in anguish. But, I couldn't help it. I heard his name was Zero. Then again, I also heard it to be Theo and Kale, but Zero. That name seemed to fit his so perfectly it had to be true. I watched his as he moved so rhythmically. My heart thudded a beat he couldn't possibly heart.

I found myself stepping in his hoof prints. My gaze bore into the ground as I matched my dainty hooves into where he once was. My tail swished from side to side as I stalked. Who was this mysterious stallion? And why was he all alone? Did he have a family?

My thoughts were cut short when I knocked into an obstacle in my path. "Hey, watch it-" I began raising my head, but was trapped in a pair of cold blue eyes. I stared at him, and he stared at me. Neither one of us breaking the eye contact. His ears were erect in forward as he seemed to await an explanation. "Hello, I'm Rosalind," I muttered softly to the stallion. He only blinked his long eyelashes at me. "I- I- I'm sorry I b-bumped into you," I stammered my ears drifting back against my head. He blinked again, but this time he turned away. His gaze shifted out into the horizon. Did he have nothing to say? I wondered. Looking down I closed my eyes. When I opened them, he was gone. Vanished like a ghost. There may have been little conversation but I will never forget him. The silent one.

)) I hope that's original enough. I hoped it okay I wrote it in first person from the point of view of my girl Rosalind. I couldn't put it to words any other way. ((

Yo guys, genuinely, are amazing writers. I'm really sorry about the long wait for this guy, but it really was tough and time consuming to read all of our forms thoroughly and make a decision. I want to give a little shoutout to Misha, 3B and Sirens- your pieces were very good, and if nothing else, a really good read!
I can't stress enough though, all you guys' forms were absolutely brilliant.

But congrats, Carpe! I especially loved that 'trapped in a pair of cold blue eyes' phrase.