[KkSpecial]

Username: Honey~
Show Name: GSS Amphrose Nefertiti
Barn Name: Faye
Gender: Mare
Height: 16.2 hands

Sire: Foundation
Dam: Foundation

Phenotype: Faded Black w/ Birdcatcher Spots & Brindle
Genotype: EE | aa + Birdcatcher Spots + Brindle
Eye Color: Inferno
Breeding Notes:
• Dominant for Black Extension; will always produce Black based {E} offspring
• Birdcatcher spots must be rolled for
• Brindle has a 20% chance of passing to offspring

[Kruxly]

Username: Honeymoo
Show Name: GSS Amphrose Nefertiti
Barn Name: Faye
Extra (Art/Writing):

~Her beauty and graceful eloquence put her above all the rest...
she is and always will be an iconic image and symbol of true beauty~

an amalgamation of words spoken about Queen Nefertiti herself, Faye's namesake

and below is a watercolour painting i have completed of Faye:

Apologies if the lighting is off

[CaffeinatedLlama]

Username: BallisticLlama_64
Show Name: BGS Queen of the Harvest
Barn Name: Demeter
Extra (Art/Writing):

Under the Light of the Moon~


“ELIIJJJAAHHHHHHHH” yelled a loud voice, causing him to look up from his book. Rolling his eyes and muttering under his breath, he closed Dracula and stood up, making his way to the door. “What is it now, Mum?” He called back, stretching his arms and yawning as he stood in the doorway. He had been reading the horror story for ages now, in the same position and now he felt a bit stiff. “You still haven't taken out the trash, and don't speak to me in that tone young man.” replied his mother. Elijah groaned and walked into the kitchen, where his mother was cooking the dinner. His mouth watered at the delicious scent of his mum’s beef stew. “Do I HAVE to? Can't I do it in the morning?” He asked hopefully. “Absolutely not. You were supposed to do it yesterday, so there’s no getting out of it. If this continues, it will be full for another two weeks. Now pick up the bag and take it outside to the bin to be collected. Otherwise there will be no dessert for you.” She answered in a stern voice, and he knew that it was no use arguing when she was in this state of mind.

Grumbling, he walked over to the door and grabbed the plastic rubbish bag, wrinkling his nose at the smell. He walked into the porch and grabbed his boots, tying the laces with a well practiced hand and opening the front door, stepping out into the dark night. As soon as his torso passed through the door frame, he shivered and stepped back inside. “Mum! Are you sure i have to? It's so cold, and dark out there. Please, can't I just do it in the morning?” he pleaded, getting a little desperate. It was no secret in his family that Elijah hated the dark, and of course having been reading Dracula all day didn't help with his fears. “Oh come on, Elijah! Just get on with it!” Came the answering yell, followed by “Aw, poor baby Eli, scared of the d...d...dark!” He turned around and glared at the insulter, his older brother Damien. He didn't have long to deliver his death stare though, as his cruel sibling shoved him out the door, slamming it behind him.

Elijah scowled, bashing the door with his fist until he came to his senses. Damien would never open it for him, so he had better just get on with his chore. At least he still had the ligh….oh. As soon as he thought it, his unlucky side condemned him and his brother switched off the light from inside the house. Suddenly aware of how exposed he was, Eli turned around and shuddered, seeing the seemingly endless dark of the night. A rapping at the window beside the door interrupted his horror, and he turned around to see Damien laughing his head off in the glow of golden light coming from the ceiling. “Careful that the monsters don't get you, Eli! It’s full moon, and you know what that means.” His brother said, doing a mock monster face as he sneered at his spooked and annoyed little brother. This made Elijah even madder, and without thinking he raised his right hand, the one not holding the smelly black garbage bag in his hand, and directed a certain finger at his siblings face. He should have known better. As soon as his hand came up, click went the camera on his brother’s brand new phone. Damien mouthed oops in the window before closing the curtains and scurrying off, probably to show their mother the condemning picture.

Elijah seethed for a bit before turning to head out of the safety of the family home’s sturdy old veranda. He was so caught up in his thoughts of how he'd punish his brother for doing this to him that he didn't notice what he'd done before he reached the gate. His eyes widened and he turned slowly around, surveying the empty, moonlit property. A twig snapped under one of his heavy duty walking boots and he jumped, before shaking his head and realising his mistake. Moving a shaking hand out, he fumbled with the freezing chain on the gate before finally opening it, his fingers numb with the cold. It was chilly tonight, with a certain nip in the air that surely meant it was going to frost overnight. Shivering, he slipped through the gate and started up the driveway, his boots crunching loudly on the gravel path, the sound slicing through the thick silence of the night air.


Somewhere a possum screeched and a fight broke out. The unearthly screams shattered the eerie quiet completely, and Elijah winced as the sound hurt his ears. Moving into a faster walk, he felt as if something was watching him. Finally, after what seemed like an age, he reached the bin and dumped the rubbish bag in, his heart pounding in his ears. Feeling a presence behind him, he gulped and turned, eyes frantically scouring the empty land for anything. There was no monster, no creature, but he could still feel something there. Fog had started to creep across the paddocks, spreading itself eerily in a soft but threatening blanket across the landscape and only the tops of a few trees were visible. A normal person would find this scene to be of ethereal beauty, but not Elijah. The possums had gone quiet, and the only noise was his breathing, his heart thundering in his ears and the occasional sheep baa-ing. Shuddering, he turned to make his way back up the drive, seeing shapes in the shadows and dark areas as he did so. Then he heard footsteps crunching on the gravel path behind him. Eli froze, not daring to look around as the unseen threat moved up behind him. Finally, it got so close that he could feel it’s warm and rank-smelling breath on the back of his neck. Too petrified to do anything other than stand there, his life flashed before his eyes as the creature shuffled around at the back of his neck, back and nibbling his hair. Hang on...eyes wide, the boy turned around to see the fearsome creature.


He almost laughed hysterically when he saw who it was. His draft mare, Demeter stood there, and at the startled expression on his owner’s face, the brown giant let out an amused snort before moving back to snuffle in his hair. “Hey! Stop that! He yelped, ducking out of the way before twisting around and grabbing her halter, giving it a slight tug to try and get her to follow him. Demeter stamped a hoof at first but finally gave in, her huge hooves clopping on the ground as she followed Elijah back to her stall. When he had put her back and checked that all of the other horses were ok-they were-, he headed back out into the night. He sighed and his breath fogged out in front of him, pearly white in the still night air. All of a sudden there was a loud cracking noise behind him, in the opposite direction of the stables. Elijah gave a yelp, and seeing the house in the distance, he began to run, his breath showing in the air like mist for seconds before disappearing and being replaced by a new one. His feet pounded the wet, slippery gravel and he finally reached the gate, slipped through it and fiddled with the chain, closing it and sprinting desperately for the front door. He was about a metre or two away when he slipped on a pile of wet leaves and fell, sprawling onto the ground and grazing his chin and hands. Scrambling, he got back up and lunged for the door, his fingers closing around the doorknob and opened it, going inside. When he had closed the door and finally felt safe, he leant against the wall and slid down it until he was sitting on the floor.

Puffing, he sat there with his head between his legs, calming himself down. A shadow crossed the hall and stopped in front of him, looming and threatening. He looked up slowly, almost scared to see who was standing there. Eli winced at the look on his mother’s face, one that meant that he was more than in trouble. ‘WHAT, ELIJAH JACK WOODS, DO YOU CALL THIS?” She yelled, brandishing his brother’s phone in his face. Damien watched on, unseen by their mother in the doorway, smirking at his younger brother’s demise. Elijah smiled weakly at his mum, bracing himself for the tirade that was about to follow. Maybe he was wrong in the fact that his worst fear was the dark.

Lol just another random scrap that I thought of-it’s supposed to be a suspense story, but I couldn’t help adding a little bit of humour in there as well ;>

Edit-wait...was this supposed to be related to the horse, or just random? *crosses fingers that it’s just random*- Fixed.

[Fiern]

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[KkSpecial]

Username: Fiern
Show Name: In Darkness Daring
Barn Name: Cat Black

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

Extra (Art/Writing):

"Hai, come on girl! You can do this!" She hissed her encouragement, leaning low over Cat Blacks sweaty neck. The mare continued surging up over the rocky foothills, picking her footing carefully even at speed on this dark overcast night when the stars and moon provided no light for weary eyes to see.

Down below campfires smoldered away. These were not the fires of home and safety, of brothers and sisters, cousins, comrades. No these were the fires of invaders, bent on conquest, always pushing, always testing. And always thrown back she assured herself, projecting a steely determination she didn't necessarily feel. They'd camped in a pass that gave them control, limiting access to the rich hunting and grazing lands behind them. Blocking off the traditional foaling camp where Cat Black herself had come into this life. They were smug. Sure of their safety. They turned their eyes in the one direction they could be attacked from and counted them safe. And for the most part they were. What rider would risk their precious Rajarshi on these rocky hills? But Cat Black navigated them as though she were part goat, and so they went, in the dead of night on a desperate mission.

As they descended the slope she shivered, eyes on the dark lumps she knew to make up the enemy camp, eyes sleeping or turned away from her. It wasn't a cold night, and she was covered in almost as much sweat as her mount, but she shivered all the same. This, she knew, was fear. She didn't need to do this. She could go back. They would understand. Many had spoken against her plan, calling it too risky. Strength came from the herd, this was known. For one to go alone.. But sometimes it came down to one. Besides, between her legs Cat Black stood sure, ears perked forward, ready to move, tension evident in the slight tremble of her muscles, but true to her training she stayed silent. If her mare was true how could she be otherwise?

Reaching down the girl bared the coal she carried with her, resting in its carrier. She took the first of many torches, already dipped in oil and ready to be lit from where it hung off her saddle. With a war cry she urged Cat Black on, and the mare screamed her own challenge. In the narrow pass the sound echoed, was thrown around, turning two into a cacophony. The first torch was thrown, and met a tent, flames sputtered and then caught, leaping up into the air. These were the wild flames of hope, and she would see that they burned and burned well before morning came.

On the other side of the pass warriors waited, out of sight. Waiting for the moment when a confused enemy turned to meet an invisible enemy behind them. Waiting to push forward and to freedom.

All because of a sure-footed mare in the dark.

Congrats!
c:

I loved the art Honeymoo did as well, so I will be awarding Honeymoo 3,000 kion c:

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Re-Homed to Honey~ with the name GSS Amphrose Nefertiti / Faye <3