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Username: Vinson
Name: And The Skylark Sings | Cloud
Gender: Mare
Coat Color: Grey [Black]
Eye Color: Soft Yellow
Genes: EE aa GG
Type: War Horse
Temperament: Happy Go Lucky | Excitable | Friendly | Naïve
Height: 15.2hh
Sire: Foundation
Dam: Foundation
Foals:

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Ends: 06/30 ^^

Username: Vinson
Show Name: And The Skylark Sings
Barn Name: Cloud
Gender: Mare
Height: 15.2 hh
Collar Colour: Sky blue
Jewel Colour: Iridescant or white
Write A Story About Them: (exactly 300 words)
She let her hooves do a little dance of excitement as her yellow eyes glanced around at the other warhorses. They were all very big, and fully grown, but she was not. No, she was only a yearling, but her master insisted on riding her into battle. She didn't like her master. He was cruel, kicking her roughly with the sharp metal spurs, slapping her sides with a long whip, yelling and hitting when she had done something wrong. But she so desperately wanted to be a good mare, like her mother, that she put up with it and didn't retaliate. She never bit or kicked him, although she sometimes wanted to with all her heart. He was mean, but she would be nice.
His weight was heavy as he slipped into the saddle, and she let out a puff of air as he tightened her already tight girth. It was uncomfortable. She couldn't breathe right, huffing to get air into her lungs. She want to roll. She wanted him to take the girth off. But he wouldn't. He kicked her sides, the long spurs digging into her pelt and hurting her skin. "Come on, mare," he gruffly whispered, slapping down the whip onto her hindquarters. So she moved forward, head held high like he wanted, ears up like he wanted, legs moving like he wanted. She was squeezed between two giant stallions who both payed her no attention at all. A minute later, she heard the horn, and down came the whip. She squealed, bolting onto the battlefield.
Her cruel master didn't come out of the battle. She didn't know what to do, until a mare with a medic on her back brought her back to the stables. The stable girl pet her gently, murmuring. "You're mine now, Cloud."

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Username:
Show Name: Dancing in Tomorrow's Dreams
Barn Name: Yume [Meaning 'dream' in Japanese]
Gender: Mare
Height: 15.2hh
Collar Colour: White
Jewel Colour: Light blue
Write A Story About Them: [minimum of 100 words, maximum of 300 words]

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Username: HazleKitten
Show Name: The Mighty Brolga
Barn Name: Brolga or Bo-Bo
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16 Hands
Collar Colour: Royal Purple
Jewel Colour: Yellow
Write A Story About Them: Very much unlike the cartoon character I named him after. The Brolga was a spiffy young colt with promise to be a mighty steed for duties suited only for those honored enough to be know as: A War Horse. From dawn until dusk this colt was trained until he was a yearling. Then, he was ridden into his first battle. He galloped into battle but crossed the battle field alone. The event scarred the young horse and his personality suffered for a short period of time until a certain young lady took him up and rebroke him and brought him back to the stallion he once was. Now, he's a horse of royalty and patrols the borders of castle walls. Yes, he's a guard horse but he is also a rising star in the classical medieval game of jousting. He's undefeated. Don't let his aggressive stature fool you. He's as kind as a gentle giant can be outside of the ring and off duty.

[Vinson]

Username: Vinson
Show Name: And The Skylark Sings
Barn Name: Cloud
Gender: Mare
Height: 15.2 hh
Collar Colour: Sky blue
Jewel Colour: Iridescant or white
Write A Story About Them: (exactly 300 words)
She let her hooves do a little dance of excitement as her yellow eyes glanced around at the other warhorses. They were all very big, and fully grown, but she was not. No, she was only a yearling, but her master insisted on riding her into battle. She didn't like her master. He was cruel, kicking her roughly with the sharp metal spurs, slapping her sides with a long whip, yelling and hitting when she had done something wrong. But she so desperately wanted to be a good mare, like her mother, that she put up with it and didn't retaliate. She never bit or kicked him, although she sometimes wanted to with all her heart. He was mean, but she would be nice.
His weight was heavy as he slipped into the saddle, and she let out a puff of air as he tightened her already tight girth. It was uncomfortable. She couldn't breathe right, huffing to get air into her lungs. She want to roll. She wanted him to take the girth off. But he wouldn't. He kicked her sides, the long spurs digging into her pelt and hurting her skin. "Come on, mare," he gruffly whispered, slapping down the whip onto her hindquarters. So she moved forward, head held high like he wanted, ears up like he wanted, legs moving like he wanted. She was squeezed between two giant stallions who both payed her no attention at all. A minute later, she heard the horn, and down came the whip. She squealed, bolting onto the battlefield.
Her cruel master didn't come out of the battle. She didn't know what to do, until a mare with a medic on her back brought her back to the stables. The stable girl pet her gently, murmuring. "You're mine now, Cloud."

[Half Tree]

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[Half Tree]

Username: Vinson
Show Name: And The Skylark Sings
Barn Name: Cloud
Gender: Mare
Height: 15.2 hh
Collar Colour: Sky blue
Jewel Colour: Iridescant or white
Write A Story About Them: (exactly 300 words)
She let her hooves do a little dance of excitement as her yellow eyes glanced around at the other warhorses. They were all very big, and fully grown, but she was not. No, she was only a yearling, but her master insisted on riding her into battle. She didn't like her master. He was cruel, kicking her roughly with the sharp metal spurs, slapping her sides with a long whip, yelling and hitting when she had done something wrong. But she so desperately wanted to be a good mare, like her mother, that she put up with it and didn't retaliate. She never bit or kicked him, although she sometimes wanted to with all her heart. He was mean, but she would be nice.
His weight was heavy as he slipped into the saddle, and she let out a puff of air as he tightened her already tight girth. It was uncomfortable. She couldn't breathe right, huffing to get air into her lungs. She want to roll. She wanted him to take the girth off. But he wouldn't. He kicked her sides, the long spurs digging into her pelt and hurting her skin. "Come on, mare," he gruffly whispered, slapping down the whip onto her hindquarters. So she moved forward, head held high like he wanted, ears up like he wanted, legs moving like he wanted. She was squeezed between two giant stallions who both payed her no attention at all. A minute later, she heard the horn, and down came the whip. She squealed, bolting onto the battlefield.
Her cruel master didn't come out of the battle. She didn't know what to do, until a mare with a medic on her back brought her back to the stables. The stable girl pet her gently, murmuring. "You're mine now, Cloud."

Congrats! I felt your story fit her temperament perfectly. <3

[Vinson]

Oh my gosh! Gah, I'm dying, I'm so excited! Thank you so much!