Owner: Isabella45
Show Name: A Love Indescribable
Barn Name: Cerys (Meaning 'beloved')
Gender: Stallion
Age: 7 years
Halter color: Magenta with darker stripes
Pearl/jewel color (halter): Very pale pink
Picture: Here!Story:Well, Cerys was always a very mischievous young colt who rarely stayed where he was supposed to or did as he was told. He didn't mean to cause trouble, but mischief and overwhelming curiosity were simply part of his nature, besides, he would have done anything to escape the dreariness and hate that ruled his herd like a plague.
His herd was mostly adults, all of which seemed unhappy. Cerys was sad with the way things were. It broke his heart and he vowed to one day change things, but no one took him seriously, the klutzy colt who was always in trouble.
One day he wandered away from his parents and the older horses yet again, heading for the woods. Once he got there he promptly became lost in the darkness and silence of the forest. He wandered for quite some time before he came across a woodland pond. Cerys stopped, pondering over many things.
He leaned down to take a drink but slipped and fell in head first. He was sure he was going to die, striking his head on the rocky bottom.
But to his surprise he fell, and kept falling. He eventually did hit his head and became unconscious.
When he woke he found himself in the clearing again, but it seemed different somehow. For one thing the air was bright and the birds were singing, nothing like the silence and grayness of earlier, and leaning against a rock was a bow and arrows. Cerys sniffed them curiously, having never seen anything like it before. A few deer had arrived at the ponds edge seeming to be bickering about something. Cerys watched them cautiously as he tried to take the bow in his teeth.
An arrow was already set in place on the bow and when Cerys tried to pick it up the arrow was let loose. It hit one of the deer square in the chest and Cerys was sure he had killed her, but the arrow dissolved in pink sparkles and suddenly the doe's mood seemed much improved. She willingly moved to share her space with another deer and the rest of them seemed to follow her example, forgetting their petty arguments.
Cerys looked around and saw some rabbits nearby. He picked up the bow again and awkwardly fixed an arrow on it, aiming for the a rabbit. He missed the first time, but when he tried again he hit his target. The rabbit blinked owlishly then began to show off for one of his companions, acting like the love struck yearlings in Cerys's herd.
Cerys realized that the bow and arrows could affect other animals with both romantic love and friendship love. Excited to share this gift with his herd he turned to leave the clearing. But he tripped on a rock and as he fell he hit his head on a thick tree branch.
When Cerys woke up again he was back in the clearing, or rather, back in the clearing the way it had first been, dark and silent.
At first he thought he had been dreaming then he saw the bow and arrows laying beside him and knew it had been real.
He stood to leave and was shocked to find that he had wings! Excited, and puzzled, he flapped them a bit, then a little harder. He lifted off the ground, then abruptly stopped flapping his wings, landing clumsily once more. After a few more attempts he more or less got the hang of his new wings. He eventually discovered his halo as well, a twist of irony, he thought to himself.
He returned to his herd and after a few horses were hit with his arrows the whole demeanor of the herd seemed to turn around completely. The horses began to treat each other better and true friendship and love began to blossom between them. Even the trees seemed happy, becoming green once more and the sky a bright blue.
Cerys became a hero of sorts and found his place in the herd. He also matured quite a bit with his newfound responsibility, much to the relief of the whole herd. He even became less klutzy, many said this was because of his wings.
To this day Cerys still keeps his bow and arrows handy . . . just in case.
Personality:
Cerys is mischievous, sweet, compassionate, curious, clumsy, creative, clever, and passionate.
He likes to cause mischief, but he has brought it down a lot since his foalhood years. He is very sweet with his family and friends, tending to have a boyish, endearing nature that makes him easy to like. He is definitely curious, and sometimes a bit too meddlesome. He likes to try to fix things, but sometimes he needs to just step back. His heart is in the right place though, even when he does get carried away. He is definitely still a little clumsy, though he keeps his balance better with his wings.
He is intelligent and creative. His friends know they can come to him to sort out the most difficult of problems, or to get inspired!
Cerys is passionate about the things he believes in. He is not afraid to speak his mind, but he is also willing to listen to others and hear their opinions on things.
Romantic Status:
Surprisingly, he is not as smooth or silver tongued as one might think he would be. He is a great matchmaker for his friends, with or without the help of his bow and arrows, but he is hopeless when it comes to finding a match for himself. He is kind of shy and quiet around mares he likes, never able to find the words to say what he wants to say. He doesn't want to use his bow and arrows to get a mare to like him because he wants to be sure that their love for him is as true as his for them.
His kind of awkward, shy nature appeals to some mares, but also makes it easy for some mares to never give him a second glance.
His crush this Valentines, and several past, is
Mocha. Her sweet nature and sincerity appeal to him. They have been friends since they were foals, she being one of the few who seemed to understand him and was willing to stick by him no matter what. But he has yet to gather the courage to ask her to be his Valentine.
Best Friend(s):Mask is one of his best friends. This stallion is kind of quiet and at first Cerys thought Mask just didn't like him, but he was persistent in trying to befriend him and eventually found out that Mask was just shy, and truth be told, not very confident. But he is a very loyal friend and a good listener and he always reminds Cerys that if you don't make hast judgements but instead go to the trouble to dig a little and have patience you might make some of the best friends you will ever have.
Mocha is also his best friend, though he hopes she might become more than that.
Amora is his canine companion! This sassy bundle of fur is his matchmaking sidekick. Amora is bossy and stubborn. She tends to take charge of their little adventures. In many ways these two are opposites, but they are united in their cause of helping others find love, ironically neither of them has found love for themselves, but while Cerys longs for a love of his own
Amora seems content to be single.
**May edit or tweak later but this can be considered my complete and final form however it is when judging takes place**
