[SerenWish]

Username: SerenWish
Equid's Name: Irine "Iri" (meaning "fire light")
Age: 8 years
Height: 12.3hh
Sex: Stallion
Personality: Iri is a beacon to those around him. Intelligent and charismatic, he is a comforter and healer, offering what others need from him. He has a warm aura about him, and is especially welcoming to the young. However, this kind, warming persona is masking a hidden darkness. Like the cold ashes of a fire pit, his hidden heart is shriveled and lost. Cold, muddled, and dismissive, the loss of two mares from his life- his dam and his first mate- has stricken his inner self. That being said, he does not show this side, and would rather help others get better, than to wallow in his grief.
Poetic Piece:
Ignite the light of valor lost
To one colt, what was the cost
A dam has broken, mother fallen
Farewell to all, stop the calling

Forge ahead to distant skies
Create new bonds, leaving sighs
For her gaze in which you're trapped
Until the ire of nature snapped

Buried in the chilling waters
Stride by stride, halt, and falters
Watch her as she's swept away
Eaten by night, lost to day

Embers fade, Embers die
Souls do come to say goodbye
Winds move on, seasons change
But grief never retreats from range

Embers fade, Embers die
But he will never say goodbye


Can't...resist... trying... >.> Hngg Cookie.

[Kessler]

Username: Kessler
Equid's Name: Invictus
Age: 5
Height: 12.3hh
Sex: Stallion

Personality:
Invictus, a stallion lost in his fabricated realm, he's an enigma to most those around him. He rarely interacts with anyone- anyone in the real world, that is. Invictus' world begins when he closes his eyes, he then feels truly alive and free, free to explore the worlds in his head. In fact he believes that when he closes his eyes, he can see so much more than with them open, and finds himself exploring the awe-inducing landscapes in his mind. The dreams can vary from terrifying to brilliant and wonderous. Invictus loves to feel the boost of conquering everything, even if it is his own dreams. As with many things, however, he has been known to carry on too far(his fellow equids prod him every now and then to make sure he's not sick or dead after each feat he attempts)!


Invictus turns to his dreams when he is in need of expressing himself, otherwise he depends heavily on his deep, emotional eyes. As you can see (or hear, rather), the poor creature is completely mute! Born unable to convey his innermost thoughts to others, he relies on his expressions to tell his mind's story. Seeing as he cannot speak or let others know of what's wrong, he is often confined to a certain area and can never play with the others, which makes him feel like a bird trapped in its egg, unable to grow and see the world. He reaches into his dreams (and often imagines what it would be like to have a voice)!


Poetic Piece:
"realization"
__________________________
faltering, falling, repeating, sleeping
closes he his eyes to his world of sorrow
and opens them again to a world without weeping
a different kind of tomorrow

a silence dreadful surrounds his soul
however, the silence does not belong to him
breaks he the ancient darkness with his invincible call
air-filling vocal cords up to the brim

words flow through
music notes of power
as he commands a herd, young and new
his own, one that will prosper and flower

They'd follow him forever, to be precise
with his proud head reared high, leading them to prosperous fields where rain will pour
opens he the doors to paradise

now opening his eyes to the morning
he lowers his head, feeling empty to the core
this world is different, always scorning
the other was a dream, and nothing more.

[ban]

Username: Bansly
Equid's Name: Roosevelt
Age: 6
Height: 12.3hh
Sex: Stallion
Personality: A glimpse into the past of the troubled stallion dubbed Roosevelt, sometimes affectionately called "Roosey" to his dismay, is essential to understanding how he has come to be. At his prime, Roosevelt resided over a harem of several mares in the serene valleys of the Great Appalachian Valley. The stallion brimmed to the top with confidence and finesse, every movement and decision revered by his harem. Roosevelt led with kindness and fairness, never overstepping his boundaries as a leader. Brutality was not a word fit to describe him, even when it came to the controversial topic of exiling maturing colts or fending off rogue bachelors. Benevolence paired with an impressive presence made up the formidable, but kind, Roosevelt. However, as many things do, it has all changed.

Now you will find a torn and broken shell of what once was.

Roosey is plagued with ill thoughts every waking moment. Terrified of the unknown, the stallion is always on edge and bogged down with paranoia. Every sound, every smell, every attack on his senses triggers panic or anger. Roosevelt was thrust into a foreign world of humankind that he will never grow accustomed to. Escape is the only way he may ever regain his diminished valor, but it may have already been too long. At the mercy of humans, recognized by Roosevelt as his captors that will never amount to anything more, Roosevelt has been stripped of his former glory and made into a timid, wary, temperamental, and mistrusting beast.

On dark nights Roosevelt paces in his stall formulating how all of his problems lead directly back to humans. Loud, ugly, entitled, fickle little humans. In actuality his owners are pleasant farm owners who were looking to adopt an equid for their young son as a companion animal, unaware of the brutal method Roosevelt was obtained; the ultimate crime to the species, pulling them from the wild. To the stallion, however, it doesn't matter. The sound of human voices speaking in their alien tongue sends shivers down his spine. The other horses and equids serving as his stablemates are not bothered, some are even happy, at the presence of his human jailers; which makes them just as alien and off-limits. Roosevelt has learned to trust no one.

Mentally barricaded and alone, Roosevelt bides his time in silence. Engulfed in his own thoughts, the stallion has become somewhat of a twisted philosopher. Roosey prefers silence where he can get lost in his thoughts. Thoughts that are generally dark and brutish in nature, with the occasional lighthearted longing for home serving as a harsh reminder of what has been lost. The complex ideas swirl in Roosevelt's head often, and he comes off as a very dark and foreboding individual with his incoherent grumbling and unorthodox ideas. It would not be far fetched to say, despite his detached and uninvolved demeanor, Roosey is attentive and aware of his surroundings. Roosevelt is undeniably intelligent, but what he possesses in conceptual knowledge he lacks significantly in mental versatility. Hence his deranged and unstable state of mind that has lingered for years after one traumatic incident.

His former standing as the lead stallion to a harem of mares in the vast expanse of the mountainous valleys rarely surfaces, and never in it's entirety. That side of him has vanished with the wind. When Roosevelt is left alone in an expansive meadow, prying eyes from a distance may notice the stallion will indulge himself by running and tearing up the terrain, releasing all of his negative energy if only for a moment. That, sliver of a moment, is the only time he experiences the now rare sense of tranquility. All it takes is one sideways glance, one glimpse of those suffocating fence posts, to keep the wrecked stallion in check.

"I will never be safe here."
Poetic Piece:So much depends
upon

my muffled
cry

when the wicked
humans

took me
away

from
myself.

[ZombiePoodle]

Sorry it's so long, suppose I got carried away x3
I tried to shorten it some, but I left as much as I could while attempting to keep him from falling flat.
I hope you don't mind a bit of reading <3

Username: ZombiePoodle
Equid's Name: Finvarra
Age: 9 years
Height: 12.3hh
Sex: Stallion
Personality: "Hark, ye traveler, come close and listen well, for this tale, be it myth or be it truth, brings about the story of one mysterious entity by the name of... Finvarra. With a coat of burnt umber and rich mahogany, and two eyes of dewy moss, he shares his name, among other attributes, with the High King of the Daoine Sidhe in Irish folklore; he who ensures plentiful harvests, significant wealth, and strong horses, also, lest we forget, he who is said to be King of the Dead. Though this mythological figure is a generally benevolent one, you may soon find that Finvarra is considerably more complex than one term can wholly distinguish.

"Perhaps, if I were to describe this creature in detail, this Finvarra, I might start by recounting his few neutral characteristics, before submerging into the black and white or good and bad...
Detailed first as a very inconsistent Equid, the vagaries of Finvarra's behavior are constantly fluctuating with his very fickle mood. This mood changing is entirely discrepant, and in response, his actions also prove to be full of contrast and varying levels of inconstancy. Such contradictions may be cause of controversy over Finvarra's overall identity. Does he hold a high disposition, or low? What about morals? Does he follow any sort of ethical code or etiquette? The answer to these questions is both yes and no; Finvarra is neither overall respectable, nor overall corrupt. Wouldn't it be exhausting to be one or the other? Then again, a creature such as himself may just be one certain exception...

"Not generally the type to get too easily riled, Finvarra tends to lean more towards passive detachment from many a situation he may be part of. This detachment is not the long-worn result of some childhood tragedy, nor some psychological disorder of any kind, but simply his own frequently disinterested position. Of course, there may be instances where Finvarra's fluctuating moods come into play, inspiring in him a changed mindset for a given situation, where he may react differently due to personal interest. So erratic can his behavior be that it ofttimes provokes interpretations of vagueness or mysteriousness. These odd delineations are not always so foolishly far from the truth. His uninterest, (or sudden interest, given each situation), often feigns a passive mysteriousness; cloaking him as a sort of lingering presence who often observes without much intervention. This air of mystery, along with his aloof vagueness, often portrays Finvarra in a dark, and ofttimes grim perspective.
And yet, Finvarra himself is prone to being very grim. Oh, did I say grim? Well, I meant Grimm, of course! As in, fairytales, mythological creatures, and superstitions. If Finvarra could escape it, he would, I assure you – but there is no escaping a superstitious mindset once committed. A lack of reassurance often leads Finvarra down a dizzying spiral, sometimes going as far as to cause eccentric and outlandish behaviors. He carries with him an odd, almost outside view of the world, incorporating a long-term pattern of abnormal thoughts, actions, and feelings. Although his superstitions lead him astray time and again, they are not always the cause for unease. Finvarra's life is recurrently interwoven with many daily issues, begetting a habitual self-isolation, as he much prefers a realm of fiction, dreams, and impossibility over that of reality. Because of his repeated adventures into isolation, Fivarra's sense of time and reality has become slightly distorted over an indefinite period, giving him an other-worldly disposition; just one more attribute to incorporate into his overall mystery!

"Among the company of other Equids, Finvarra voices himself through expression of somatic language, using the expanse of his figure to portray his thoughts and feelings. Communication skills come easy to him... he's a charmer, yes – but beware, for he is said to be a deceitful liar, as well. While on the matter of some darker aspects of Finvarra's personality, such as lies and deception, perhaps we can delve deeper into these negatives that are the drive behind many of Finvarra's actions. This uncertainty-inducing stallion is perhaps one of the most fiendish that you may ever come across. If one was to describe him in a single word, they may be wise to choose a term such as Machiavellian. And what a sly creature is he, not to be likened to a fox, no, but something much more silently haunting, such as a theory that lingers in the minds of conspirators, driving them to a slow insanity by their own device. His wickedness is something that he keeps well hidden by a deceptively-polite attitude. Such an attitude is ordinarily quite disconcerting when combined with the daunting thoughts that lay concealed behind his misleadingly charismatic eyes. He uses this feigned and practiced politeness not as a mechanism for friendly interaction, but instead for the cunning use of manipulating others around him. He is generally a deceptive creature, deviously using others to his heart's content. Casual dishonesty is something that Finvarra commonly uses as a shield of sorts, that with which he may hide many things, such as truth and secrets. While he is not completely amoral, Finvarra can be subtly ruthless, and occasionally borderlines on conscienceless. Additionally, he tends to lean towards unpleasant behaviors, frequently seeming to lack guilt or shame.

"Though usually levelheaded, as one must be to control such elaborate schemes of deception, Finvarra is prone, as anyone could be, to terrible bouts of irrationality. His actions are often quite unpredictable, such as his possessiveness and his ease to jealousy and envy. As one who is commonly accused of superficial behaviors, such as self-indulgence, overconfidence, and vanity, Finvarra stands to be an extremely finicky creature, one of which should not be toyed with, for fear of the repercussions that may follow after. Yes, undoubtedly a troublesome and disputatious creature, Finvarra is prone to impulsive behaviors. But when wronged, he is not always quick to seek vengeance on those who have ill-treated him. No, his reprisal is more of a slow crawl; a seething, slithering creature that lurks in wait, gaining anticipation with each moment passed by. Oh yes, Finvarra can hold resentment, and what a hot, boiling, dangerous thing that resentment can be...

"Finvarra's actions and conduct are certainly questionable most of the time, and because of this, they often lead to him being misunderstood, his traits frequently mistaken as those of an evildoer. And although these many negative traits pertain to Finvarra, and paint him as a ne'er-do-well, there are those that are positive, as well, lending him some much-needed redeeming qualities. Finvarra, though devious and Machiavellian as he may be, is surprisingly not a predominantly benevolent figure. His contradictory behavior comes into play often when alternating between moods, impacting his actions by substantial amounts. For instance, it is possible for him to be virtuous, kind, and generous even without the hindrance of deception, and it happens more than one might think! Finvarra presents himself well, with a vibrant self-confidence that gravitates rather than repels. He is generally a peaceful creature, with a confident and independently charming dynamic. When Finvarra is in a positive mood, that outlook directly effects his personality and the others around him.
Finvarra is remarkably versatile, adapting well to any given situation. He is able to patiently lend himself in a calm and helpful manner when needed, while continuing to tactfully turn a situation to be advantageous to him, personally. To do this, he uses the convenience of resources such as his persuasive charisma, his perceptive nature, and his clever imagination. It is essential that he stay attentive to successfully manage to manipulate and deceive, while continuing to be pleasant and meaning no real harm. He is impressively observant of his surroundings, those of which he often gains inspiration from, adding impart to his gloriously fictional imagination. Of course, that imagination is then what comes full-circle to eventually produce that which is, in essence, Finvarra.

"In a final, short conclusion, this creature by the archaic name of Finvarra – though usually benevolent in nature – has proven before, (and is sure to do so again), that he is not always to be trusted wholeheartedly, if at all... For you should never trust a thief with your valuables, just as you should never trust a fiend with your happiness, for he is certain to search first for his own, and last for that of another. As such, one creature who is a fiend, dear traveler, should never be mistaken for a friend.

"I'll leave you with that on your mind, traveler, and be on my way. I believe I hear my name whispered in the breeze. Someone is calling for me, I'm sure. Can you not hear it? Perk your ears, listen close and... Ah, yes, there it is! You will hear my name; 'Finvarra'.
Farewell traveler, perhaps we'll meet again some day."
Poetic Piece: "King Finvarra"

A selfish creature is he
Who lives as the king of isolation
Sat upon a throne of guilt
With a crown of lies atop his brow

No people who hearken to his decree
A kingdom of damnation
Ruled within a castle built
By not oath, nor promise, but broken vow

A king he may no longer be
Overruled, overthrown, public deposition
Sword bathed in blood up to the hilt
Of war and battle he's had enow

[p-ond]

Closed to new forms ^^

[p-ond]

hO-LEE-COW, you guys can write! All of these poems were really great, but spesh s/o to SerenWish- your poem flowed so easily out of my mouth it is literally a joy to read aloud, ZombiePoodle- loved the emotion you evoked and your personality certainly was in depth, & Kessler- love the character concept, and in your poem how I was only clear of exactly what was going on at the end with that hard-hitting last line, really nice all of you!
I was so torn between you three that I had to take it to vote from five of my biggest bookworm friends and...:

Username: Kessler
Equid's Name: Invictus
Age: 5
Height: 12.3hh
Sex: Stallion

Personality:
Invictus, a stallion lost in his fabricated realm, he's an enigma to most those around him. He rarely interacts with anyone- anyone in the real world, that is. Invictus' world begins when he closes his eyes, he then feels truly alive and free, free to explore the worlds in his head. In fact he believes that when he closes his eyes, he can see so much more than with them open, and finds himself exploring the awe-inducing landscapes in his mind. The dreams can vary from terrifying to brilliant and wonderous. Invictus loves to feel the boost of conquering everything, even if it is his own dreams. As with many things, however, he has been known to carry on too far(his fellow equids prod him every now and then to make sure he's not sick or dead after each feat he attempts)!


Invictus turns to his dreams when he is in need of expressing himself, otherwise he depends heavily on his deep, emotional eyes. As you can see (or hear, rather), the poor creature is completely mute! Born unable to convey his innermost thoughts to others, he relies on his expressions to tell his mind's story. Seeing as he cannot speak or let others know of what's wrong, he is often confined to a certain area and can never play with the others, which makes him feel like a bird trapped in its egg, unable to grow and see the world. He reaches into his dreams (and often imagines what it would be like to have a voice)!


Poetic Piece:
"realization"
__________________________
faltering, falling, repeating, sleeping
closes he his eyes to his world of sorrow
and opens them again to a world without weeping
a different kind of tomorrow

a silence dreadful surrounds his soul
however, the silence does not belong to him
breaks he the ancient darkness with his invincible call
air-filling vocal cords up to the brim

words flow through
music notes of power
as he commands a herd, young and new
his own, one that will prosper and flower

They'd follow him forever, to be precise
with his proud head reared high, leading them to prosperous fields where rain will pour
opens he the doors to paradise

now opening his eyes to the morning
he lowers his head, feeling empty to the core
this world is different, always scorning
the other was a dream, and nothing more.

Congratulations, Kessler! -Sorry for the long wait!

[SerenWish]

hO-LEE-COW, you guys can write! All of these poems were really great, but spesh s/o to SerenWish- your poem flowed so easily out of my mouth it is literally a joy to read aloud, ZombiePoodle- loved the emotion you evoked and your personality certainly was in depth, & Kessler- love the character concept, and in your poem how I was only clear of exactly what was going on at the end with that hard-hitting last line, really nice all of you!
I was so torn between you three that I had to take it to vote from five of my biggest bookworm friends and...

While I'm sad to see this gorgeous boy go, Kessler, you did a beautiful job! You definitely deserve him! The shoutout was VERY exciting for me to read, thank you so much Cookie! I had fun writing it! :D

[Kessler]

OH MY GOODNESS

OH MY GOODNESS
*faints and comes back up*


ahhh thank you, thank you so so much! this the first adoptable I've won in a really really long time! This really made my day thank you! ;o;<333

[ZombiePoodle]

Thank you so much for the shout out, CookieRabbit!
I worked incredibly hard on my form, and I'm afraid I got a little bit carried away in my attachment to this pretty boy <3
I'm very happy to hear that I still have a lot of improving in my writing to do. Especially my poems. Poems have never been my strong point ^^

Congratulations Kessler!
I really love your take on Invictus's personality, and your poem was absolutely glorious!
I'll have to keep an eye out if you ever open his breeding slots. I don't think I've ever gotten this attached to a WME before, and it would be a dream come true for the possibility to own one of his foals <3
Also, if it's alright, I'd like to maybe (eventually) give you some gift art. I think I'd like to draw him at least once, if that's okay with you?

[Kessler]

this boy now belongs to his son's owner
Ishame!