Owner: Me?Sarcastic?
Show Name: Dia de los Muertos (The Day of the Dead, a Spanish holiday similar to Halloween)
Barn Name: Hollow
Gender: stallion
Age: 11
Halter color: Surprise me
Pearl/jewel color (halter): ^^^
Picture: Boop
theme: I have a couple cause they were both super cool!
Animatronic horse
Headless Horseman's horse
item: A little, crudely carved horse pendant on a necklace.
Personality: Gallant, young, and dashingly handsome, Hollow is a hopeless romantic and a traditionalist. A loyal friend, he’ll risk anything, even his own life, for those he cares about. He's a noble stallion and a charmer. He's a favorite among the ladies, but holds out, looking for true love. He's a dreamer, and will fight for what he believes in. However, he's sometimes a bit too quick to trust or forgive, making him seem a bit naive to most. He can be easily manipulated because of his caring, loyal attitude. Hollow is also the perfect gentleman. He's kind, sweet, romantic, and handsome; everything a mare could want in a stallion. Although he does have a fierce protective streak for his loved one, which can make some relationships difficult. Overall, however, he is a good stallion, and a good friend.
Story: "Made out of paper maché or carved from wood, creatures of dreams, beautiful and terrifying, will arise to bring you to your afterlife." Hollow's first memory was of a bright light and a smiling face. A sweet, calming coo came from the man standing over him. The man was old, with a long grey beard, round gold glasses sitting on the edge of his nose, and kind eyes with crinkles from smiling. In his hand was a small wooden chisel. "Hello, little one. Welcome to the world. Such a handsome young colt. Yes, I am very happy with how you turned out. Now you must go. Do your task and do it well, my little Alebrijes."
Suddenly, with a whirl of colors and a cold wind, Hollow found himself in a little field full of long grass. The freezing wind had turned into a lazy breeze, and the warmth of the brilliant sunlight from above made Hollow feel amazing. Slowly, the little colt began to move. One leg, then the next, then the next. As he walked, he realized something was bumping against his chest. It was a small, crudely carved horse on a piece of string. For some reason Hollow felt as if it was part of him, an extension of his body, or a vessel of his life. Anyway, he had a strong instinct to protect it. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a outline; something that reminded him of the man he'd seen. Excitedly, he ran towards it, neighing with glee. But as he approached he realized this wasn't that man; not even close, in fact. This was a child: a little girl that looked only to be around seven years old. Immediately he careened to a stop, sniffing at her suspiciously. "Hi! What're you doing all the way out here all alone? You're so pretty! C'mere, pretty horsey. That's right. It's OK. I'm not going to hurt you." Slowly, Hollow approached the girl. She had that same kindness in her eyes that the man had had, that look that gave him trust. "Since it's almost Halloween, and you kinda fit the theme, I think I'll call you Hollow. Come now Hollow. I'll take care of you now."
Years had passed since that day. Hollow had grown up with that little girl. Her family has cautiously taken him in and cared for him all his life. He was happy, and comfortable,
but oddities always seemed to follow him. For example, as he grew, his slightly strange markings grew more and more elaborate... and increasingly mysterious. For another example, after reaching the age of 10, it seemed as if Hollow aged no more. He never looked older, or grew tired like the other horses. He just continued to live. This confounded his owner, but she never told anyone about it, keeping his strange immortal properties to herself. However, she did grow old. Hollow watched as she became tired, and rode him less and less. Eventually, she barely even came out to him anymore.
Then, on one fateful night, as he was grazing in his pasture, a sudden, freezing wind picked up. The world began to swirl in front of the stallion's eyes in an oddly familiar way. Soon, Hollow appeared in a little workshop, in front of a strangely familiar face. "You have fulfilled your role well, little one. Now, you only have one last step to do. You must take your owner across the bridge of the dead. She will be happy there, but you cannot follow her there. You mustn't step into the city of the dead yourself, do you understand?" Hollow nickered quietly. "Good. Now go!"
This time, there was no wind or swirling. In only seconds, Hollow was plunged into complete and immediate darkness. However, all of a sudden, his strange markings began to glow, and in front of him a long, thin bridge appeared. His head was swimming. Where was he? Who was that man? And why was his coat glowing in shades of orange and blue. All of a sudden, he noticed his owner standing beside him, now looking as she had in her prime. She looked at him with confusion and fear. Hollow swallowed his own fear and nickered softly, trying to comfort his obviously terrified friend. Slowly, he bent down, presenting his back to her. Slowly, but with trust, she mounted him, and he began over the bridge. It swayed
dangerously and many times he heard his owner gasp in fear, but the stallion himself grew more confident as they went.
After what felt like an eternity, a small dot of light appeared before the couple. With a whinny of glee, Hollow picked up his pace, at the chagrin of his owner. Finally, they reached the light, and found it to be an enormous city in front of him, colorfully lit and beautiful. Hollow slowed and looked in wonder at the city. Something in him urged him to run straight in, but he remembered the warning of the man, and stopped just at the edge of the bridge, then lowered himself and let off his owner. "Well, I guess this is it then. Goodbye Hollow. Just know that...that I love you, OK?" She said, before turning away reluctantly and entering the city.
Hollow stood there, watching as she walked away, until she was swallowed up by the crowds and the lights. So much of him wanted to go after her; to stand by her side forever and never let her go, but that was no longer his path. After one more sorrowful glance towards where he'd seen her last, the tall stallion turned around, and walked away.
