Yup- Oogie Boogie Man!
Shock , Lock, and Barrel will be available for adoption soon - and While they won't be posted as Oogie's color ins- they will be his offspring. keep an eye out!
To win him- fill out the form below.
CHEESE IT UP
I want Hardcore fan forms. ^^
I LOVE Nightmare Before Christmas, and Oogie is one of my most favorite villains ! So, i am looking for some good forms.
This will end Oct. 14th. ONE edit is allowed. prettying is fine. no changing/deleting info. adding is fine. If no forms completed by 14th- he will be gifted out.
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Show Name:
Gambling Boogie Man
Barn Name:
Oogie
Gender:
Gelding (Recently Gelded - still has a Stud Attitude)
Breed:
Mustang (50%) x Norwegian Fjord (25%) x Akhal-Teke (12.5%) x Arabian (12.5%)
Color:
Dunskin
Markings:
Primitive Markings, four coronets
Show me an Oogie Boogie GIF in a link:
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This fellow sure enjoys creepy Crawlies! Why?:
He's always loved to roll in the dirt, and the creepy crawlies would get in his coat and mane when he rolled around in his barn stall. He never cared, and has even grown to love their tickling.
Roll the Dice, My Gambling Ghost
Oogie was an auction horse. Well, technically an auction foal.
He had a happy foalhood, up until the day he and his best friend Jack were led into the big metal box and taken away from their home.
I remember the clanging of metal as the doors closed, leaving us in the darkness. I backed into a corner, and Jack started pacing the floor...
The drive was long, and he fell asleep for a short while during it. When they finally stopped and the doors opened, the sunlight nearly blinded him. He was led out into the light to find himself in a world of colors and noise. He bucked and pulled at his lead, trying to back into the horrid box that had brought him here.
They dragged me to a huge barn, despite my protests, and put me in a dusty stall.
His clean coat didn't stay that way for long. The second he was left alone, he started to roll in the hay. Some spiders crawled into his mane, and he would try to shake them out. Many people came to look at him, but when they saw him snorting and shaking his head, they quickly moved on. Except one.
I could tell from the moment I saw him that he was a cruel man. I wanted nothing to do with him, yet he wouldn't leave me alone.
The man smiled wickedly before moving away, back to the stands to wait. After that he got no visitors. Not until another man came to lead him away from the stall. The dim light of the barn faded away into blinding sunlight once more, and he bucked. Again he was dragged along against his will, until he was in the center of the large ring.
My eyes fell on the cruel man right away, and he simply smiled before I was dragged back to the barn. A number was called, and dread filled me.
He stayed in the stall for quite a while, backed against the outside wall and not even bothering to shake the spiders from his mane as they crawled down the walls. His eyes were wild, and he bared his teeth when the man came back to him with another man dressed like the one who had taken him into the ring. They cornered him in the stall and clipped a lead to his old rope halter.
The next few years were the worst of my life. He broke me completely. I didn't such people existed, or that they were allowed to own animals and treat us as slaves. I guess I was wrong.
He was beaten and broken. When help finally came three years later, it was too late. He was completely different. The carefree stallion was gone. He was as wild as his ancestors, and it took them a good fifteen hours to catch him. Not to mention the hour it took to load him into the trailer. He was taken away from the man, but what had happened could not be undone.
I still don't trust people, and I doubt I ever will. That man destroyed me for good. Do you dare try to tame me once more?
