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Username: Katie Cat
Name: Organized Chaos - "Dexter"
Gender: Stallion
Age: Eight years
Height: 16.0 hh
Personality: During his earlier years of training, it became clear that Dexter wasn't the type to cooperate easily. From throwing fits at the whip, to ignoring your every command, he was quite the challenge work with. However, with some fine tuning and hard work he's become a rather lovable stallion. He loves to be around people, mainly in hopes of receiving a treat, and can even be ridden in the occasional lesson due to his calm temperament and laid back attitude. He has no problem pulling heavy loads either, although sometimes he can become a bit lazy and slow down rather than putting in his best effort. It can't be helped, however, and all you can do is encourage him to speed up and hope that he complies.
Story: Dust flew up from the ground, and hooves slammed against the dirt path as the rangers ran for victory. Determination flickered in the yes of the competitors, and their horses raced along the path with flared nostrils. Each had a wagon of onions in tow, and occasionally one would roll off into the ground only to be trampled in the other horses path. Although it wasn't so much of a serious event, it was still evident that everyone wanted to win by their expressions and focus. Dexter was in the middle of the group, struggling to pull ahead through the mass of other horses in front of him. Eventually, he managed to pass a chestnut stallion, but right afterwards another mare pulled ahead. It was a constant battle for the lead, and every horse was giving their all to satisfy their rider. As the race dragged on, others became aware the the finish was in view and it was their last chance to win it. Desperate to avoid the whip, Dexter lengthened his stride and forced himself ahead, barely able to see through the large cloud of dust and debris.
Art: W.I.P.