[chaton,]

maybe res <3

[abandoned-account123]

Username: i am obviously a cat
Name: Catch Me if You Can // Night Fury
Gender: stallion
Halter Color: dark red
Personality:
Night Fury is adventurous and a little
aggressive, but is very friendly overall.
He's absolutely charming and quite a ladies
man. Despite his scary appearance, he can
be quite silly sometimes and he loves playing
with foals.

[horseluv5829]

Username; horseluv5829
Name; Hollywood Idol//Idol
Gender; Mare
Halter Color; Something inspired by Fire

Personality: Fierce, Strong, and Demanding
Backstory: Idol has always been a unique mare. She was (from a foal) prized on her amazing and unusual looks, but she loves to be seen as more than that. Every day since her training, Idol has been in love with the idea that one day she could be the fiery leader of the equestrian team in the ring. She has trained hard, and eventually led her team to the Grand Prix. She, at the event, became injured and had to sit along the side lines, watching as her team mates were coming in second place. Had she been able to compete, they would have won, but she did not love the idea of being second best. She has a huge dream of going back to defeat her rivals, and it looks as if this could become a possibility...

[iBrevity]

iBrevity

The Black Hummingbird // Huitzilopochtli "Zilo"

Huitzilopochtli is the Aztec god of war, the sun, and human sacrifice. He was seen as a protector figure due to one origin myth that suggested he protected his mother from his more violent siblings. He was given great offerings and was expected to win wars for his believers; though he himself was not belligerent he was well-respected in his rights as a god of war. His show name comes from the Aztec belief that he was represented as hummingbirds and that he could transform into one at will.

Agender (bio male, uses he/him pronouns mostly)

Preferably gleaming black


Zilo is born in a rush of sound and warmth and light. For a second he can remember things from before (the sensation of flying, the telescopic vision of a bird, the taste of nectar and honey) and then the impressions fade and become more manageable. They ease their way into the abyss of memories he holds, a maelstrom of different lives and bodies and families, and Zilo heaves himself to his feet.

His vision comes in spotty, encouraging him to blink until it smooths out. A dark mare watches him worriedly, her whiskery muzzle inches from him. When he finally looks at her she smiles.

“Hello, baby,” she says, touching their noses together and inhaling his scent. “It's nice to meet you.”

Zilo considers her. He has been reincarnated so many times now that his instinctual love for his mother has faded. He remembers solely his first mother in clarity, the way Tonacacihuatl kissed his head and whispered to him that she loved him. This mare means nothing to him. She is singularly the vessel that allowed him to form and that is all.

“Likewise,” he says dryly, and she blinks at him in surprise but he steamrolls her before she can say anything else. “Listen, mare, I heard there was a horse here by the name of Quetzal.”

Her eyes have grown more wide yet and the whites are showing now. She's afraid of him. He sees that and it reminds him of his first mother, of his standing before her and battling the moon and the stars to keep her safe. He pulls his head back and frowns.

“I'm sorry,” he says, in a far softer tone than before. “But I need to know. Please.”

It has been many generations since Zilo has seen any of his brothers and when he'd heard Quetzalcoatl had been born on this ranch last summer he came as quickly as possible. Some of the Aztec gods have lost their sense of urgency, their grasp on the flimsy nature of time; but Zilo is as clever now as he was the first time around, and he knows he isn't too late.

“They're getting ready to sell him,” she says finally, pulling him from his reverie. She still looks at him as though he is a snake coiled to strike but she has not at least left him there in the straw. “He should be at the south barn still.”

“Thank you,” Zilo says genuinely. He tests his knees, his ankles, his hooves; he walks a short distance in the warm interior of the stall and then nods to himself. He remembers this body now, remembers how to fit into it. Zilo has always favored birds while his brother has favored horses and it has been some time since he'd been in a body as large as this. He walks steadily to the front of the stall and then looks at the mare again over his thin shoulder.

“Right,” he says. “I'm off.”

“Be careful,” she says, but Zilo is already running through the stables and doesn't hear her. It's for the better, anyway; gods have never much appreciated being told 'good luck'.

Zilo finds the south barn only after asking two different mares and a suspicious filly. The barn is nearly empty; it's late afternoon and the sun leaves slanting lines across the floor that stripe Zilo's back as he walks in. There's a strange feeling churning inside him of anxiety and excitement and he knows by that that he is close. Their souls always recognize one another even when their bodies don't. Zilo lifts his head and calls sharply, “Quetzalcoatl!”

There's a shuffling sound coming from farther down the line of stalls and then a slender golden head appears over the top of the door. When they meet each other's eyes Zilo knows who they are without conscious thought; they are brothers, best friends, allies. Zilo has recognized them in the midst of a battlefield and so he would recognize them here just as easily. His whole body feels warm as he approaches.

Quetzalcoatl looks as pleased as a cat with a bowl of milk. “Huitzilopochtli,” they say, and Zilo's original name feels heavy hearing it like that, hearing it like it should be said. He smiles in a way he knows is silly and touches their nose together.

“Brother,” he says in kind.

“What are you doing here?” They ask when Zilo has drawn back. They eye him in this strange form, having not seen him as a horse for centuries. “Is everything alright?”

“Mictlantecuhtli told me you were here,” Zilo says.

Quetzal barks a laugh. “The god of the dead does not talk to me much these days,” they say, “Except to complain about always having to put me in a horse. He thinks I should try birds again.”

“Yes,” Zilo says, grasping the pull of the stall's door in his teeth and jerking it open. “I'm tired of birds.”

He comes in beside Quetzal, who shuffles to the side to make room for him. Zilo is smaller than them in this form; Quetzal is older, bigger, but when they were gods Zilo was always the more impressive one. He can see feathers out of the corner of his eye, a pair of talons curled beneath Quetzal's stomach. A shadow of his god form remains still, draped over the body of the horse like an imprint. When Quetzalcoatl shifts their weight Zilo can almost hear the ruffling of feathers.

“So are you coming with me then?” Quetzal asks finally. They're smiling still, looking at him.

Zilo puffs out his chest. “Your twin is not the only one with magic,” he says. “When they come to get you they will think I'm supposed to come along as well.”

Quetzal laughs. “It is good to see you, brother.” They press themselves to his side and Zilo allows it for a moment (it has been a long time since he's seen them, after all). “I'm glad you're here.”

“Yes, well.” Zilo preens for a moment and then says, grinning, “Someone has got to watch out for you, baby brother.”

[p.s. this is Quetzalcoatl cx They're mine, B just hasn't changed the background yet c:]

[Arrows]

art colored by me, lines by Neara

Username; Arrows
Name; Deadly Egyptian // Mesta
Gender; Mare
Age: 15
Height: 15.0hh
Color: Seal Bay Roan w/ Gulastra and Irregular Markings
Genotype: Ee|Ata|Rnrn
Eye Color: Gold, Purple Heterochromia
Halter Color; Dark violet w/red drip marks
Theme Song: Paradise by Coldplay - any lyrics used here are from this song (top and bottom of form)
Discipline: Mainly hunt seat, but does various other things
Closest Companion: Freya

art colored by me, lines by BayloneRose

Relationships: Freya - Mesta adores Freya; every since they met, the two have been nearly inseparable. They have some of the same personality traits and some similar interests, so they were an instant pair. Mesta could never be separated from Freya for too long - she may just go crazy! The two have the friendship anyone would want.
Ophelia - Although she's never been nasty to her, Mesta has always disiked Ophelia. She thought she was always a bit too crazy, too leader-focused, and had too much of a temper. The mare has a tendency to avoid Ophelia for the most part to avoid unnecessary conflict.
Quark - Quark is the cutest thing to Mesta; although she's never been a mother, she has a deep soft spot for the little colt and feels protective of him. She is happy to take him off of his mother's hands for the day if she can. Mesta would love a little foal of her own some day.

Personality: Mesta is a fleet-footed and strong mare. She holds herself with elegance. She is typically of the leader type, but doesn't mind being in the thick of the herd. Mesta has always been an imaginative tolter that holds hope within her heart all the time. She is curious about things outside of what she knows, and is an explorer at heart with storytelling in her blood. The mare has rather complex thoughts and is of high intelligence. She is always confident in herself and will stand tall when the storms blow towards her. Mesta has a fun and loving side, often the playful horse of the barn who acts like nothing fazes her.
She does go deeper than most people believe. Intense thoughts often fill her mind. Many think she is nothing more than a daydreamer, and sometimes that's the truth, but most of the time Mesta is considering more interesting things in her head. She does have some clear maternal instincts and will become aggressive when threatened or witnessing one of her close friends threatened. Otherwise, Mesta has a calm temper and cool head. Sometimes she will kick, but that is primarily with horses she has an utter distaste for. The tolter often keeps herself from getting too wild, and rather calms her nerves with exploration. Mesta enjoys life in the moment and tries not to worry about much.

History: Mesta was born under the hot Egyptian sun, far from her current home. She was owned by a particularly rich man and was rather comfy in her young life. She lived on a large horse stable in Egypt for 8 years of her life. As a foal, Mesta was often indoors away from the heat, as she was born close to summer. Life was good. She was always well-fed and had lots of room. Her mother was a beautiful mare, one of the owner's prized horses. Mesta's mother was well-known in the land. The filly was planned to be her legacy.
She grew quickly, and eventual to her full height potential. One of the tallest horses around. It appeared she had gotten the best of both her parents - tall and fast like her father, and beautiful and show-material like her mother. It was a wonderful thing for the people working with her. Mesta was quickly thrown into training. She started with Hunt Seat, and quickly became adequate at the discipline. Mesta learned quickly and picked things up easily; she seemed to have a knack for it all. Who could want more?
Someone greedy could. And soon enough, Mesta's owner became that person. It was rather tragic, to see an upstanding figure and down-to-earth man become consumed by his greed, yet it happened. He started working Mesta harder and harder, pushing her to her very limits in a bad way. She was exhausted, yet every mistake cost her. His intensive training reversed the effect, and the mare grew more tired and slipped up many times. He did not stop, even with her health rapidly declining.
One day, the hard-working and depressed mare got a reprieve. Some people stopped in to see the horses at the barn, and saw Mesta, standing in the far corner of her stall, leaning against the wall for support with saddle sores and various other visible signs of problems. Without the owner's watchful eye, a lady called a horse rescue service to come out immediately, and stalled until a truck and trailer pulled up. There was a brief inspection and the man was quickly deemed unable to own horses, especially based on Mesta's problems. In a few days, every horse was revoked and placed in a temporary barn before being sent out to various places.
Mesta was deemed unfit to be adopted out yet, but the organization could not keep her at the moment. So, she was flown by airplane out of the only home she'd ever known, Egypt, and into America where she would be properly taken care of until her time came.
With proper care and love, Mesta recovered quickly and returned to her healthy, happy self. She was given minimal, gentle training and work before she was driven to another place to be adopted out. The mare was very quickly adopted out, as her looks and confirmation was near perfection and she was indeed healthy with a nice personality. It was a better life for her. Mesta maintains a great weight and has never been neglected again.

Story: Mesta looked up at the Egyptian night sky with a young bay mare about her age beside her.
"What else do you think is out there, Anubis?"
"I don't know, Mesta."
"Don't you want to?"
"We're safe here."
"Why is everyone here so drained of curiosity? Don't you imagine some other life, some other place?"
"No, Mesta." With that, Anubis was gone, off to another cluster of horses. Mesta stayed, alone and quiet.
As she stood, a shooting star crossed the sky. The mare took it as a sign; soon, her life would change. Often she would share her thoughts with others, yet no one seemed to agree. They were so...safe. It was suffocating. Even her mother had disagreed, and she always seemed so lively.
The mare eventually lowered her head to graze, and as it grew later, she layed down and slept.
- - -
"Mesta..." A small, wispy voice spoke.
Her golden violet eyes opened. "Yes?" She stood in a foggy, illuminated field with white flowers. "Where am I?"
"My dear, you're in a garden of dreams." A bright white horse with soft violet eyes made her way through the field. "You can be free here, free forever."
"But why am I here?"
"Mesta, love, you're special. You have something in you the others don't. So stay a while, look around. Explore."
She didn't need anymore urging. The mare took a few small steps at first, smelling the air. A floral, lovely scent wafted towards her. With a burst, Mesta was running, running in no particular direction to no particular place.
After minutes of full speed without tiring, she ran right into a beautiful lake. She dove into the water, magically diving through the crystal-clear waters that koi swum in and lilies were bountiful. Mesta could see everything, and was incredibly happy with it all. She swam for what seemed like hours on end.
When she drew herself gracefully out of the water, she grazed on the tastiest grass she had ever known and then layed down and stared at the star-filled sky for a while. Soon Mesta was back on her feet, though, exploring the beautiful forest, filled with lush trees and animals everywhere, big and small. It was all so much to take in.
Perhaps the best part of the night came when the mare came to a rocky outcrop and walked confidently all the way out on a cliff. She stood elegantly, looking poised and beautiful, looking at the scenery. The brightest, fullest moon hung in the distance, outlined by millions of stars. A forest stretched on and on, rivers carving through it with glittering water. Just below Mesta was a shining lake that appeared a soft lavender color. It seemed to glow. The white mare with her flowing mane and tail and beautiful eyes stood beside it, drinking the perfect water. She looked up to Mesta.
"Jump," she said.
And Mesta did.
The fall was exhilarating, never frightening. Her mane and tail flew up, her legs galloping on air. She splashed into the lake, but there was no pain or injury from the fall, no panic. Mesta swam with ease to the top and met the mare.
"Can I stay here forever?" She asked. When she looked at a reflection of herself in the pool, she was turning white like the beautiful mare.
"I fear not." She replied.
"Why not?"
The mare smiled softly. "This place is sacred. You will return, when the time is right. But for now I am the only equine inhabitant."
"Perhaps I could at least know your name?"
"I have many names. I am nothing and everything."
"Oh," was Mesta's only response.
"Goodbye, love. Until we meet again." The mare gently nudged Mesta in farewell.
"Wait, no, I'm not ready. Please don't make me leave!" Mesta cried, but it was all fading quickly - she was fading.
It was gone.
- - -
She awoke to sun and harsh reality. With a sigh, she looked around, finding only her familiar surrounding much to her disappointment. Mesta stood slowly, feeling refreshed and tireless, as she had all night. She was bright-eyed and mesmerized by the events.
Yet Mesta was sad, wishing she could spend eternity with the white mare in that place. But she said she would return.
So Mesta would wait for that day, for forever if she had to. One day, she thought, one day.
- - -
It had been years since that dream, and Mesta had long forgotten about it. If she even had the slightest memory of it, her brain was too fogged and her body too weak to even begin to remember. It was a dark time for her. All had been going well until her owner had started working her relentlessly. There was never a good day anymore. The other horses gave her sad stares, unable to help. Her owner was always her shadow. There was little hope in her.
On this particular day, Mesta was standing in the corner of her stall, head down, her legs shaking, urging her to lay down. She collapsed from exhaustion, reaching her tired head out to nibble on the hay, but feeling no hunger. She noticed how her ribs had begun stick out, how her back was covered with saddle sores. She ached all over. Mesta layed her head upon the ground, praying for a small relief - sleep.
This time around, she was not granted that privilege. Her owner came into her stall, and Mesta immediately struggled to a stand. She stared at him without truly focusing on his figure. He dragged her out of the stall, slapped a saddle on her, shoved the bit in her mouth, and they trained. Typically he would hire a trainer, but he knew that he was wrong in what he was doing so he did it himself now to avoid problems.
Mesta was ridden for two hours, and then thrown back into her stall. She sips some water and a bite of hay. Then she finally, finally sinks to the floor and dives into her haven that is sleep. That night she dreams, and when she does, she lands in a place that has a familiar comfort to it.
She is standing beside a beautiful pool, and as she sees her reflection, she sees her coat is beautiful, shining, and full. She feels refreshed and bright-eyed. Slowly, memories of the location return to her, and she realizes. Her eyes widen, and she looks around rapidly. Mesta advances into the pool, and briefly swims in it. The lake feels like heaven, enveloping her with the perfect temperature water and an instant feeling of cleanliness. When she draws herself out, her pelt has turned a beautiful white color. And then, the white mare appears.
"Mesta, how nice to finally see you here again."
"Oh my gosh...it's you..." She steps close to the mare and nuzzles her in greeting.
"How are you, my dear?"
Mesta shuffles her feet. "Not good. I'm not sure how much longer I'll last with what I'm going through. Will I be able to live with you then?"
The white mare gives her a sad, yet comforting smile. "Oh no, no. Not yet, darling. You have a long ways to go before you join me."
"But...everything is wrong. Everyday I feel like I may just drop dead."
The mare nudges her head up higher. "Keep your hope, Mesta.
Mesta sighs, "I don't think I have any left."
"Now that must be the saddest thing I've heard. That is one of the best parts of you, my darling. Treasure it."
"I can't. Not like this."
The white mare's eyes glow. "Hold on, Mesta. Your angel will come soon, I promise. Just a little longer."
"I don't know how much longer I can wait."
"Soon, my dear. Have strength."
Mesta gives up and just nods. "Can I at least spend the night here? For the first time in a long while, I feel like I'm truly alive."
"Of course, Mesta. Perhaps it will renew your sense of hope. Hurry along, you can't stay too long."
With that, Mesta galloped free for her one night, her muscles loose and strong, all relieved of soreness. She spent her time in similar ways that she did the first time she arrived, and she especially spent time in the water. And at the end of it all, she returned to the white mare.
"Was it a good night for you?"
"Yes, it was. Why can't it always be like this?"
"Maybe one day, Mesta."
"I don't want to leave. I can't go back to my life, I just can't."
"You must, darling. Please, be strong. You won't have to wait much longer. I'm always watching, Mesta."
"Not yet, not yet."
"I'm sorry, Mesta. It will be okay."
Everything faded quickly, and Mesta was jerked back into her reality. Although the soreness and pain had returned, today she felt different - perhaps a little tougher. And that morning, she readied herself for what life was sure to through at her that day. She would be waiting for it this time - and she would hold the white mare to her promise.
- - -
The next day, everything changed. A group of people came for a walk through the barn with her owner. He clearly attempted to not waste time near Mesta, but instantly the group stopped and stared. They knew there was a lot wrong. After some passes by her, they spoke with her owner for a long time and another lady made a phone call. Mesta watched them, keeping herself hopeful someone had noticed her. Perhaps they were her angels.
Within an hour, a trailer appeared and an official woman and man got out. They asked her owner to remain calm, and they would be looking through the barn. Upon seeing Mesta and giving her particular inspection, along with the rest of the barn, the horses were to be revoked. Mesta was the first out, loaded onto a trailer with shaky steps - the first steps towards her new life, her better life.
She was taken to a temporary barn to stay in, where she was tended to and given lots of care. Most of her stablemates were adopted out quickly, but Mesta was unfit to be adopted yet, and had to stay. As she grew stronger by the day, the barn could not keep her any longer. The mare was sent to America to finish her treatment and be adopted out.
In the evenings following her arrival in the new country, Mesta dreamed of the white mare and the dream land, all the way up until she was adopted. She came to the realization that the white mare was her guardian angel, and that place would always be her haven, her paradise. And as things were all alright now, Mesta probably wouldn't see her for a while. But she knew that she was still there. Always.

[paradise,]

this ends sometime tomorrow, get those forms finished! c:

[grapejuice]

Username;; Grapejuice
Show Name;; What A Terrifying Work Of Art
Name;; Discord
Gender;; Biologically a stallion || genderfluid [he/him/his pronouns for this]
Age;; "Age is but a number, dear." [Twelve]
Halter Color;; black with eyes on it uwu

I guess they often cast me as the bad guy, because I'm not, er, conventional looking. I look sort of violent. I'm the odd one out, the outsider.

Personality;;

Discord is... something. He's a charmer, a mastermind, a risk-taker, a fighter, and above all, a ruler. It makes sense, though, doesn't it? All of those qualities rolled into one devilish-looking Tolter. The charm puts everyone under his spell, cloaking them with this false sense of love and admiration. The mastermind, well, doesn't every ruler need to be a bit of an evil genius to make his plans work? Risk-taking is always part of the business, making deals, settling some less than savory arguments in a not-so legal way... Fighting to stay at the top, be the best and nothing less. All of those qualities create what we see here: Discord, the slightly power-hungry pony, who has plans for world domination. Yes it sounds crazy, because it is! No ruler should be so edgy, so manipulative, yet it works, it makes sense. World domination, though, is quite a few steps away.

So...Psycho?:

We've barely even scratched the surface of this convoluted Tolter, and you're probably already assuming he's a wee bit off his rocker, right? Granted, you're certainly not wrong, but I'll be the first to tell you that Discord is completely, one-hundred percent menally sound. He's just a little power hungry. While not inherently evil, he dreams of world domination, fantasizes about holding the very fate of our civilization in his hands hooves. He has no intention to watch the world burn, he merely craves the amount of power being a dictator ruler would give him. Imagine, having the ability to crush entire colonies as if they were nothing. Being able to determine the fate of everyone else, with so much as a simple command. Those ideas and thoughts make him absolutely giddy with excitement.

But...?:

As with every perfect plan and great idea, there's usually a "but" that's stopping everything, putting the process on hold entirely. In his case, what could it possibly be? He has the personality, he has the mindset... what could be missing? Oh, yeah. The fact that he looks like a deranged squirrel. Not very attractive, and quite intimidating, most won't even give this boy the light of day, they pay him no mind unless they're talking about him. Nobody wants anything to do with him, let alone listen to his whole shpeal about being the almost perfect world leader. Most of the time, when he tries to interact with his fellow Tolters, they'll either laugh, or run away frightened. Which I know, sounds excessive, but hey, nobody wants a crazy squirrel ruling the world. Who would take him seriously?

Social Relations;;

Unfortunately, since the whole "world domination" thing might not work out, Discord at least still has his personality going for him. Some ponies have actually managed to look past his nuttiness, and have found a friend in him.

Chewy::

Discord's best friend perhaps, is the mean, snappy, and fabled monster "El Chupacabra," properly nicknamed "Chewy." While Chewy is by far one of the nastier Tolters in our residence, it seems that he has taken a liking to the crazy squirrel that is, Discord. The two didn't start off on good terms by any means, though. You see, Chewy is the son of the infamous, Sharkeisha, our little hellion. That alone gives him a reputation, one which he upholds by proving to be even meaner than his mother. He's a biter, a fighter, and he's been determined to run things since he could walk. Sadly for him, Discord was willing to challenge him, and the youngster was no match. And after said challenge, which was really only a stare-down (since Chewy is too wimpy to make the first move), the two ended up... bonding. Discord explained his desire to one day have complete world domination, and Chewy was more than willing to be his faithful sidekick and help him achieve said goals. An odd exchange, yes, but the two have since become closer, and there's a good chance it's not just admiration that keeps them together.

Jaws::

Quite possibly the only one who has never once made fun of Discord's odd facial marking, is the handsome, Jaws. Jaws is the most boring Tolter you will ever meet. He doesn't understand the meaning of jokes, he constantly speaks with a sarcastic tone, and has this uncanny talent of sneaking up on everyone. So when Discord arrived at the Vineyard, he just so happened to sneak up on the bay roan pony as he was becoming acquainted with his surroundings. So after scaring Discord half-to-death, and also confusing the heck out of him, (who wouldn't be confused by 24/7 sarcasm?) the two managed to bond, oddly enough. Discord likes Jaws because the blue roan has never once compared him to a squirrel or laughed at him. And Jaws likes him because, well, he's the only one that doesn't get offended by his edgy tone, or creeped out by his sneaking abilities.

Playlist;;
Come With Me Now - Kongos
Bodies - Drowning Pool

Name Importance;;

The name "What A Terrifying Work Of Art," is a line from this song. The song is called "Discord" and, yes, it's a My Little Pony reference. I get that a lot of people aren't fans and think bronies and pegasisters are weird, but I absolutely love this song, and the character "Discord" from the actual show. In case you've never seen it or cared to look into it, Discord is basically this crazy goat/dragon/snake/so many other animals, combined into one prankster who wants to rule the world. He's an oddball, a nutcase, who's pretty much set on wreaking havoc and chaos. From both the cartoon character and this fan-made song, I came up with this character. Obviously I tweaked a few things, such as making him a power-hungry pony who's solely set on ruling the world, and his only setback being no one will take him seriously. But the influences and stories behind every character are important, and I figured this explanation would help some.

***songs and borders are copyrighted to their original owners***

[paradise,]

because there are so many wip forms, i am going to extend this until tomorrow evening.

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TheLastGalaxy


Fallen Empire // Esquire


A young nobleman who, in training for knighthood, acted as an attendant to a knight.


Stallion


A shiny steel look.


Esquire is quite the charming fellow yet still having the odd ability to remain slightly on the wild side of life. He is witty and clever, showing great signs of exceeding when putting his mind to anything specific. Esquire is cunning and at times manipulative but nevertheless reliable when you need him most, never one to fail those that need aid. He can be quite the joker, spilling jokes easily at first yet can adapt to be serious when the time comes. The stallion isn't someone you want on your bad side but even then it's not easy to get there in the first place. He never loses faith and hope in the things he believes in and strives to be as good as he can be... Even if that means being a little bad. Esquire is really industrious and competitive, proving to be a rival to those who strive for success. Above all, the stallion loves foals and as a noticeable soft spot for them. Even if the foals aren't his, he is still protective and caring towards them; either playing with them and enjoying their silly games or telling them unique stories about the ancestors before them. Esquire is never one to take things to heart and likes to have an optimistic, positive outlook on life, always giving others' second chances even if they don't deserve it.

He is summed up to be versatile, changing quickly and rolling with the punches life throws at him. This does prove to make him a little unpredictable the majority of the time you engage a conversation with him but all in good intentions even if at first it never appears to be so. It doesn't necessarily help when you look intimidating due to his odd markings and upon meeting others can be a little standoffish. Trust is something that isn't given but earned along with respect and if you don't show any noticeable signs of any of that, Esquire is immediately distant and reserved, suspicion evident. Though once in good graces, you're practically family and for the stallion, family is important and always comes first. You'll see a much more calm and relaxing side and overall Esquire is a Tolter that'll never disappoint.










He had grown absolutely restless, longing for sleep as nothing but darkness obscured his vision. The stallion had been waiting somewhat impatiently for the time when exhaustion consumed him but all he thought about was the repetitive clicking of the obnoxious bugs outside and it annoyed him gradually to the point he could no longer stand it. He stood tall, any hope of waking up early to see tomorrow long gone as he started shaking out his coat as natural debris clung to him. Esquire decided on tiring his body if it didn't want to do so itself and quickly escaped the old worn-down stall that held him captive until people came to set him free in the vast acres of pastures beyond the wooden walls. Grazing wasn't on his mind unfortunately and continued to head contently deeper into the forest before him. The moon rose high above his head, casting a soft light that filtered through the pine needles. Crickets and frogs sounded off in the distance but the soft rhythm of his hooves hitting the ground brought comfort to the lone stallion.
He travelled for a long while until the treeline pulled back smoothly to reveal a lush meadow. Everything was hued a light blue and the long grass waved softly from the slight breeze reminding him of waves in the ocean. He trotted until he was near the middle and he could see all of his surroundings. Stars lit up the sky in the thousands and as he stared longer, the more he liked being awake to see the night. Though the more he stared he started to realize one of the small stars were moving... Moving towards him at an incredible speed. It became brighter and more vibrant than before and the confused yet startled stallion stood still in astonishment. It glowed so beautifully that he couldn't keep his eyes off of it until it was merely inches away from his snout.

It touched him.

Esquire let out a sharp whinny of surprised and jumped back, rearing in his defense. He kicked up dirt as he skidded back, only to notice more and more of these floating stars around him. The stallion breathed heavily through his nostrils, letting it all sink in. It was only fireflies... The Tolter was now evidently ashamed of his own stupidity and shook his large head in embarrassment. How could he have been so foolish..?
With a abrupt snort, Esquire collapsed purposely and rolled on his back to look up at sky above him. At least nobody had seen his outburst, right? Rolling slightly, the stallion sighed in content.... Tonight was worth not sleeping but the more he thought about getting some rest the more his breathing began to shallow until the only thing he saw was once again darkness.
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(Good luck everyone and congratulations to whomever gets the babe! ^.^ )

congrats! i am so sorry this took so long to judge, everyone made this so difficult. ;n;

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Oh my gosh, thank you so much! ^-^ I didn't think I had a chance compared to the others, this just made my day!