[p-ond]

And this one was just plain lazy x)

To try for this dude, write a short poem or descriptive piece about what he feels when he gets either a) snow blown into his ears and/or eyes, b) rain blown into his ears and/or eyes, or c) too much wind blown into his ears and/or eyes. I'll also be judging on name and personality.

Gender: Stallion
Height: 12.2hh
Base coat: Fleabitten grey pinto with blue eyes

Username: Caskett
Equid's Name: Hobbes
Age: 9 months, he's still very young and only experiencing his first winter
Height: 12.2hh (when he matures)
Gender: Stallion (but for now a colt)
Personality: Hobbes, being still a young foal, has yet to develop the nuanced personality he would have as an adult, so I decided to do two sections, I hope you don't mind ^^

EDITS/WIPS: are allowed.
ENDS: on the 25th december, 23:00 GMT!

[Agent Shark]

Wip
On tablet and I can't copy and paste

[Beewings]

Username: Beewings
Equid's Name: Chromatic
Age: 9
Height: 12.2hh
Gender: Stallion
Personality: Chromatic is a happy-go-lucky stallion and he's always willing to help or lend a hand when someone is in need of it. He loves to make others happy by doing little things for them or just making them laugh. Chromatic is rarely in a bad mood and his happiness can be almost contagious at times. Chromatic is the kind of stallion that can make you laugh after you've had a horrible day. He always has an optimistic outlook on everything and can turn something like getting caught in the rain into a competition for the biggest splash you can make. His only problem about being so nice all of the time is that he often gets taken advantage of because of his innocent and optimistic look on everything.
Poem/ descriptive piece:
Wind shook the trees and almost tore their leaves from their branches. The sky was covered by sinister clouds that threatened to downpour the earth below. On the ground far from the howling wind and gloomy clouds, an equid marched. His steps lively and full of purpose as he walked and his face gave no signs of fear for the sky. The wind tugged and clawed at his mane, trying to grab it like a child would try to take candy from the table. The equid only shook his head and took a breath of the wind. Smells of all kinds flooded into his lungs. The sweet wetness of the soil all around him was wonderful and clean. He could taste rain coming on the wind and he flicked his tail around in excitement. The stallion felt thrilled and his body quivered as his heart pumped faster with anticipation. His hooves danced on the grass as he fought with self-control and the encouragement from wind that blew in his face and whispered in his ears. Oh the wind, it cried and moaned as it whipped violently through the trees and rushed in his face and ears. He could hear it calling him, urging him to give in to the chase. His nerves sparked into a flame and he rose to the challenge. Thundering hooves ate up the terrain as he tore through the land.

[Underworld]

Username: Underworld
Equid's Name: Dart
Age: 3
Height: 12.2hh
Gender: Stallion
Personality: Sweet, Silly, and loves to have fun.
Poem/ descriptive piece: WIP

[finoodle]

b]Username:[/b] Cute6066
Equid's Name: Blizzard
Age: 3 years
Height: 12.2hh
Gender: Stallion
Personality: Funny, Smart, Creative, Stubborn, Care-free.
Poem/ descriptive piece:
The snow starts to blow
The snowflakes flutter to and fro

My eyes so bright thinking of the night
As the stars will twinkle and start to light

The daydream fades and I feel a cold shake
My skin ripples but I keep my head high a risk that I would take

My ears get a cold blow and I wiggle them fast
My eyes are watchful but not to last

A snowflake falls right into my eyes
I grunt loudly and feel like I will cry

The snow chills me that I felt
They freeze in place catching in my pelt

THE END

[keep the impulse]

Username: keep the impulse
Equid's Name: Oliver
Age: 7
Height: 12.2hh
Gender: Stallion
Personality: Oliver is very shy around new people but around his herd he is out going, he is very clumsy and awkward but everybody loves him. sometimes he can be very stubborn and likes to make other equids life difficult.
Poem/ descriptive piece: ( i wrote it please dont steal)

I walk along this empty path
Not alone, but no one to hold
Head held high but still walking slow
There is nowhere else to go so i might aswell go home
(im sorry its so short writers block D:)

P.S. good luck everybody who entered :3

[rax]

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[Caskett]

Username: Caskett
Equid's Name: Hobbes
Age: 9 months, he's still very young and only experiencing his first winter
Height: 12.2hh (when he matures)
Gender: Stallion (but for now a colt)
Personality: Hobbes, being still a young foal, has yet to develop the nuanced personality he would have as an adult, so I decided to do two sections, I hope you don't mind ^^

As a foal:
Hobbes is an inquisitive creature, as all babies are, and he is constantly amazed by the world around him. A perpetual expression on his face is one of wonder, excitement, awe; any new fascination can bring out a smile on his face. Now that he is beyond the stage of being stuck to his mother like a barnacle, Hobbes is beginning to explore the world and learn more about the vastness of his mountain home. He is not very courageous, and frequently runs back to his Mama in tears, but is too stubborn to give up on satisfying his curiosities just because of a little fear. Often he will bully himself into going back to a place that scared him, only to be distracted along the way and forget all about his original intentions. Unsurprisingly, this absentmindedness can lead to him getting lost, and his dutiful mother never lets him stray far before calling the odd little colt back. Sometimes though, he will be so immersed in his wandering that he won't hear her (or sometimes he pretends not to!), and the whole herd will be searching for him for hours before he finally shows up. For this reason, the adult Equids that know him are none too fond of the rascal colt, and are of the opinion he is not well-disciplined. Really, Hobbes couldn't help his curiosity even if he tried. Once he gets the urge to investigate or learn, he has to have his curiosity satisfied before thinking of anything else. One thing that has always fascinated him ever since he first discovered it is music. He cannot get enough, whether it is the occasional sound coming from humans venturing into the mountains, his hooves crunching pebbles, or even other WME's whinnying. Most of all, he loves birdsong, and often spends long walks with his mother listening to the wide variety of birds that inhabit that mountains. The way sounds can mush together and create something new is probably his deepest fascination of all.

As an adult:
Hobbes still has the curious, adventurous, music-loving personality he did as a colt. Now, instead of searching for new discoveries in his home, he knows every rock and tree and deer trail that make up the mountains, and they are a part of him he could never live without. Knowing a place so well makes Hobbes feel fulfilled, although he often struggles to explain this sense to other Equids. While there may not be many surprises left in the mountains for the wandering stallion, music is something that can satisfy his innate curiosity. While it is hard for Hobbes to make songs himself, he still loves birds and their beautiful calls. Often, he takes his friends bridwatching, and knows every type that makes the mountains its home. He can identify their calls from hundreds of feet away, and loves to discover new species he was unaware of. Unfortunately, Hobbes often struggles with depression, because he feels like there are no other Equids who understand his passion for music. This leads to him being gone for weeks at a time, traveling to foreign mountains searching for new music and new Equids to share it with.

Poem/ descriptive piece:
Around me a violent whiteness swirls
Forming loops and trails and curls
From every direction it flows and spurts
When it catches on my tongue, it hurts!

What is this coldness, this nothing that's white?
Why does it put up such a fight?
Pushing and pulling and burying me
It fills my ears and my nose and freezes my teeth

At first I was scared, but now I'm delighted
to have snow touch my face, my senses are heightened
Inside my ears, I enjoy the sensation
It clouds from my nose and makes foggy formations

This snow's so beautiful in its white wintry way
A magical thing that brightens my day
It blankets the world and muffles the sound
I hope that when spring comes, it'll still be around

[Electric~Lime~Zebra]

Username: Electric~Lime~Zebra
Equid's Name: Speck
Age:
Height: 12.2hh
Gender: Stallion
Personality:
Poem/ descriptive piece:

{{WIP}}

[midnight133]

Username: midnight133
Equid's Name: Glacier of the North
Age: 10
Height: 12.2hh
Gender: Stallion
Personality: Mysterious and brave, he can come across as hostile but he always has good intentions. He hasn't got many friends but he has a lot of acquaintances, he has a rabbit of being where ever something is happening and often ends up getting involved.
Poem/ descriptive piece:
I'm standing in a field. A barren, blizzard blown landscape. The trees around the edges of the field are harshly blown at an angle almost capable of snapping their thick trunks.
The snow, whirls around me. Dipping and diving in an almost teasing manner. The ice cold flecks are blown in to my face and body, each snowflake feeling like an ice shard being hammered into my side. Whilst the snow that has settled on my ear tips, melts and runs down the inside of my ears leaving them wet and cold.
The snowflakes that so cunningly fall into my eyes, at first sting like someone has thrown salt at me, but it shortly passes leaving my eyes streaming as if I have been crying.