[Dia.]

One of the free adopts I'll be putting up tonight to judge next weekend. I think I've developed my system for this hiatus. Create on the weekend, leave it for a week, and then adopt it out on the next weekend. Yep. That should work.
I'm also going to start making these posts prettier... since Rosalind's layouts make me feel like I should be posting more as well. XD I hope you don't mind that I'm going to start doing this. :3

As the next horse is brought out into the auction hall, you can hear the stomping of hooves and the huffing and puffing of a stallion who may just not be fit for the life of a tamed and loyal steed.
The handlers are almost dragged into the arena as the mustang stud spooks. He's an eye catching dark sooty buckskin paint with battle scars, one blue eye and one brown eye, and big flashy gaits.

As usual, do not change the form in any way. Leave it as it is. Please try not to excede 500 words in your entries.

Owner: Beagle~Basset~Luver
Name: Whisper Quiet Cuz You Can't Hear Me (Whisper)
Breed: Mustang
Height: 16.5 HH
Gender: Stallion
Age: Three years of age
Color: Sooty Buckskin
Foals: 0
How did he get those scars?: Just go away... I thought upsettedly, and flicked my tail at the dog, that was unsuccessfully herding me into the barn. I made a low, small whinnying noise, and dragged my front right hoof on the ground, ready to charge this dog.
This dog wasn't doing much of anything but annoying me, and I bit at it, untill it pretended to make a limp. It limpped back to the farmer, who had his whip with him. I whinned, and my eyes went wide, I backed up untill my rump hit the fence. It made a small thump, and I fell slightly foreward.
"You *censored* horse, you better get in that *censored* barn, right now!" the farmer raged, and his whip lashed my neck. Alot harder then usual... He was trying to kill me! I reared up at the man, and coming down, I knocked the whip out of his hand.
I flew out of this fenced area, running fast and hard...
That's how I'm here.

[Whitedane]

Owner: Whitedane
Name: Catch Me If You Can (aka Cash)
Breed: Mustang
Height: 15hh
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5
Color: Sooty Buckskin
Foals: 0
How did he get those scars?: Cash cantered around a corner trying to lose the persuing coyote. He turned his head to look back over his shoulder at the panting pathetic piece of animal. The coyote slowed and decided to give up on the chase. Cash tossed his head from side to side as his mane flowed around him. He quickly caught the scent of a mare, sliding to a stop and smelling the air he trotted towards the temptation. Cash soon found a beautiful red roan mustang mare grazing quietly, she looked up at him as he came into sight. He snorted his 'hello' and walked closer. Before he could make another move a large black stallion charged towards him, screaming his warning to the intruder. Cash wasn't going to easily back down from a challenge, the two stallions struck out at eachother. Both strong horses recieved their fair share of bloody wounds, but in the end Cash became the victor and chased off the black stallion. He then returned to claim his prize.

[borneofash]

Owner: Beagle~Basset~Luver
Name: Whisper Quiet Cuz You Can't Hear Me (Whisper)
Breed: Mustang
Height: 16.5 HH
Gender: Stallion
Age: Three years of age
Color: Sooty Buckskin
Foals: 0
How did he get those scars?: Just go away... I thought upsettedly, and flicked my tail at the dog, that was unsuccessfully herding me into the barn. I made a low, small whinnying noise, and dragged my front right hoof on the ground, ready to charge this dog.
This dog wasn't doing much of anything but annoying me, and I bit at it, untill it pretended to make a limp. It limpped back to the farmer, who had his whip with him. I whinned, and my eyes went wide, I backed up untill my rump hit the fence. It made a small thump, and I fell slightly foreward.
"You *censored* horse, you better get in that *censored* barn, right now!" the farmer raged, and his whip lashed my neck. Alot harder then usual... He was trying to kill me! I reared up at the man, and coming down, I knocked the whip out of his hand.
I flew out of this fenced area, running fast and hard...
That's how I'm here.

[Dia.]

Owner: Beagle~Basset~Luver
Name: Whisper Quiet Cuz You Can't Hear Me (Whisper)
Breed: Mustang
Height: 16.5 HH
Gender: Stallion
Age: Three years of age
Color: Sooty Buckskin
Foals: 0
How did he get those scars?: Just go away... I thought upsettedly, and flicked my tail at the dog, that was unsuccessfully herding me into the barn. I made a low, small whinnying noise, and dragged my front right hoof on the ground, ready to charge this dog.
This dog wasn't doing much of anything but annoying me, and I bit at it, untill it pretended to make a limp. It limpped back to the farmer, who had his whip with him. I whinned, and my eyes went wide, I backed up untill my rump hit the fence. It made a small thump, and I fell slightly foreward.
"You *censored* horse, you better get in that *censored* barn, right now!" the farmer raged, and his whip lashed my neck. Alot harder then usual... He was trying to kill me! I reared up at the man, and coming down, I knocked the whip out of his hand.
I flew out of this fenced area, running fast and hard...
That's how I'm here.

Congrats. :3