[Arkinhallow]

This lovely sooty girl has some striking white brindle markings! I believe she's only the first second brindle FWP :0 She also has some extra fluff!

For this unique horse I'd like to have a bit of an impress me competition. You are permitted three extras of your choice; stories, personality, moodboards, drawings, whatever you like. Any text extras have a word limit of 500 each. Prefereably, images should be linked and not directly displayed in your post.

Please use the provided code only (you may adjust text size). This competition is judging the effort of your extras, not coding ability.

You may choose to keep her current halter or pick new colours :)

end date: August 10th, 11:59 AEST

breeding notes:

-20% chance to pass brindle
-will always produce black based foals
-50% chance to pass agouti (bay)
-50% chance to pass cream
-will always pass sooty
-fluff cannot pass to offspring
-limited rarity

username: dysania.
name: Hook, Line, and Sinker - Catfish
gender: mare
height: 12.0hh
genotype: EE/Aa/Crcr/StySty + brindle
phenotype: sooty buckskin with brindle
eye colour: dark leaf green

[DeadlyArcana]

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username: Alhena
name: Counter Attack aka sierra
height: 12.2 hh
halter colour: midnight blue
extra one: art piece (wip)
extra two: story line (wip)
extra three: personality description (spunky, full on attitude, bratty, yet dedicated and determined)

[Synerie]

username: dysania.
name: Hook, Line, and Sinker - Catfish
height: 12.0hh
halter colour: Deep Ocean Blue
extra one:


Theme song

extra two: [ 340 words ]


An extremely gullible mare. Catfish tends to easily believe lies and jokes told by others, no matter how insane they may sound. Anything that comes within earshot, Catfish believes it. It will take a lot of coaxing from another to make her change her thought, no matter how much pleading is done or truth is told, no matter how much more realistic it may sound compared to the lie. She will be persistent on the lie or rumor being the truth, shaking her head in disbelief at the truth. Though, once Catfish comes to finally believe the truth, the embarrassment sets in. She'll be mad at herself for letting another stupid lie embed into her head. She'll be mad at herself for actually believing in it. The burning in her face, the tingle in her throat, that unease knotting in her stomach. Catfish hates how gullible she is. Though, unfortunately, she is easily embarrassed no matter how hard she tries to ignore something. Even if she trips when she's alone, Catfish will hustle to right herself, glancing around with fear in her eyes that someone had seen her and bust out into laughter. She tends to be a little paranoid at times thanks to this fear. On the other hand, Catfish is a complete lovebug. She tends to be a bit touchy, whether intentionally or not. This usually means Catfish is constantly attached to the hip of another, snuggling down with them and anything else. She easily becomes anyone's younger sister, mostly due to her younger age. Though, she does tend to treat another like an older sibling, going to them for advice or just being a playful addition to their day. Catfish is a silly little goof that loves to crack a good joke, even though her jokes are very... cringey and considered "dad" jokes by the others. All that matters to her is that her jokes make her laugh. Which is very easy because even the world's dumbest pun could send Catfish into a fit of true laughter.

extra three: [ 500 words ]


The trailer rattled along the dry sandy path, the sun beating in through the slits. Humming from the engine of the truck had dulled into the background noise. Within the trailer stood a mare, swaying lightly with the bumps of the road. Catfish's tail twitched a tad nervously, peeking out the best she could through the slits of the trailer, cheek resting against the sun-warmed metal. In the distance, she could pick up the traces of water, the sun shimmering off its surface in bright glints. Though, Catfish could hear it more than she could see it, the caws of the seagulls and faint lapping of ocean waves echoing through the humid summer's air.

A knot of unease coiled in her gut as she shuffled faintly. The vehicle was slowing, tires crunching over rocks and sand as it took a slow turn. Catfish snorted faintly, trying to push her muzzle out between the closest slit, straining to peer around the side of the trailer and truck. She had recently been sold to a new stable, her old owner growing too old to care for her anymore. She hadn't been with her long, roughly around 4 years, but Catfish knew it would be hard to be apart from the gentle caress of her old owner. Though, the old woman had sat with her the two nights before, whispering softly to the mare, reassuring her throughout the night.

Now, here stood Catfish. Resting in the bouncing trailer, tail flicking as she tried to peer out to see her new home. While Catfish may have been scared or nervous, she felt hope for this new chapter. She shifted with the bouncing, which was growing fainter as they drew closer to the stables. A faint whinny in the distance made her perk her ears up, rejuvenating her spirit. It gave her hope. Hope that she would finally be accepted into a herd of her own, no longer passed aside for being the runt.

A few moments passed before the truck rolled to a stop, its engine clicking off. Catfish shuffled in excitement, turning once the doors to the trailer were cracked open. Her legs ached, needing to stretch her tightened muscles. A hand reached in and gently gathered her reigns, cooing from a new human catching her attention. Catfish slowly emerged, blinking against the now brighter sun, her eyes widening once adjusted. Before her was a massive sanctuary, mostly consisting of fields for the equines to roam and graze.

And... there were others like her! A red dun, a blood bay, and a bay Welsh ponies. The other ponies were grazing not too far from where the truck had parked, lifting their gazes curiously as they noticed the new mare emerging from the trailer clasped behind it. Her new caretaker stroked her neck, offering a sugar cube from his pocket before leading her off after thanking the driver. Catfish trotted close to him, peeking around him to excitedly gaze upon her brilliant new home.

[Moon.Stoned]

𝓐𝓐'𝓼 𝓢𝓱𝓮𝔃𝓪 𝓢𝓶𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓷' 𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓵𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓭
"𝕎𝕙𝕪𝕝𝕚𝕖"

username: Elhoura
name: AA's Sheza Smokin' Whirlwind - "Whylie"
height: 13.0 hh
halter colour: Peachy Pink
extra one: Personality // Whylie is a spirited mare with oodles of talent in the show ring. She's quite aware of her beautiful brindle markings that the humans seem to love so much. This has filled her with confidence since she was a foal which allowed her to excel greatly under saddle. She always makes sure the humans see her intelligence and ability, not just her pretty coat!
extra two: Moodboard
extra three: Poem //
Heads up. All eyes on me.
Life's my adventure, a journey, you see?
Guided by heart, always sparkling.

[-Isabella-]

username: Isabella45
name: Walking on Air
height: 12.1
halter colour: magenta
extra one:
Personality:
Aria is a spitfire, competitive as can be and sharp tongued. She hates to lose but tries to be dignified about it, though it doesn't always go well.
While she isn't afraid to mess up her mane a little for the sake of winning she is rather girly, enjoying being pampered and dressed up.
She dislikes it when anyone fails to see how special she is, but especially when they don't see that she is both a beautiful and delicate pony as well as a fierce competitor. Aria is equally proud of both aspects of herself and doesn't like either to be overlooked.
For all that though she isn't high strung like one might expect upon meeting her. She takes things on with a little confidence and a dash of sass that everyone at the stable knows well.
She is quick to point out other's faults at times but also selectively aware of her own. Aria knows she isn't perfect but pushes herself to be as close as she can get, never accepting less than one hundred and ten percent from herself.
When she chooses to be your friend she is very loyal, but she is selective in whom she chooses to call her friends so not many ponies experience that loyalty from her.
While she doesn't usually find it easy to embrace change at the same time she tends to get bored with her day to day life and likes just the right amount of something new to spice things up.

(252 words)
extra two: moodboard
extra three:
Her Biggest Dream:

Aria's biggest dream right now is to be a champion show pony. She works hard toward this goal, always trying to push herself and do better. Sometimes it's a good thing but other times her friends might say she becomes too consumed with it. But she can't imagine anything else being more important than being a skilled, well loved show pony like her parents before her. And seeing her humans pleased is always a nice bonus. While she does enjoy the praise and admiration of other ponies, her desire to be the best comes more from wanting to be as good as she can be, a desire to prove herself, not to simply gain praise. The idea of failure or doing anything less than her best bothers her to the point it becomes all consuming. After all, she comes from a long line of succesful show ponies and won't be the one to break the tradition.

[Arkinhallow]

anyone who has entered by the end time tonight will have 4 days to complete their form before I will judge this competition, since there were a few late entries ^^

[chellerd]

username: Chellerd
name: "Into The Wild" // Jena
height: 13.2 hh
halter colour: Keep, please <3
extra one: moodboard
extra two: Song
extra three:

Have we forgotten
that wilderness is not a place,
but a pattern of the soul
where every tree, every bird and beast
is a soul maker?

Have we forgotten
that wilderness is not a place
but a moving feast of the starts,
footprints, scales and beginnings?

Since when
did we become afraid of the night
and that only the bright starts count?
Or that our moon is not a moon
unless it is full?

By who’s command
were the animals
through groping fingers,
one for each hand,
reduced to the big and little five?

Have we forgotten
that every creature is within us
carried by tides
of earthly blood
and that we named them?

Have we forgotten
that wilderness is not a place
but a season
and that we are in its
final hour?

Poem by: Ian McCallum

[Arkinhallow]

username: dysania.
name: Hook, Line, and Sinker - Catfish
height: 12.0hh
halter colour: Deep Ocean Blue
extra one:


Theme song

extra two: [ 340 words ]


An extremely gullible mare. Catfish tends to easily believe lies and jokes told by others, no matter how insane they may sound. Anything that comes within earshot, Catfish believes it. It will take a lot of coaxing from another to make her change her thought, no matter how much pleading is done or truth is told, no matter how much more realistic it may sound compared to the lie. She will be persistent on the lie or rumor being the truth, shaking her head in disbelief at the truth. Though, once Catfish comes to finally believe the truth, the embarrassment sets in. She'll be mad at herself for letting another stupid lie embed into her head. She'll be mad at herself for actually believing in it. The burning in her face, the tingle in her throat, that unease knotting in her stomach. Catfish hates how gullible she is. Though, unfortunately, she is easily embarrassed no matter how hard she tries to ignore something. Even if she trips when she's alone, Catfish will hustle to right herself, glancing around with fear in her eyes that someone had seen her and bust out into laughter. She tends to be a little paranoid at times thanks to this fear. On the other hand, Catfish is a complete lovebug. She tends to be a bit touchy, whether intentionally or not. This usually means Catfish is constantly attached to the hip of another, snuggling down with them and anything else. She easily becomes anyone's younger sister, mostly due to her younger age. Though, she does tend to treat another like an older sibling, going to them for advice or just being a playful addition to their day. Catfish is a silly little goof that loves to crack a good joke, even though her jokes are very... cringey and considered "dad" jokes by the others. All that matters to her is that her jokes make her laugh. Which is very easy because even the world's dumbest pun could send Catfish into a fit of true laughter.

extra three: [ 500 words ]


The trailer rattled along the dry sandy path, the sun beating in through the slits. Humming from the engine of the truck had dulled into the background noise. Within the trailer stood a mare, swaying lightly with the bumps of the road. Catfish's tail twitched a tad nervously, peeking out the best she could through the slits of the trailer, cheek resting against the sun-warmed metal. In the distance, she could pick up the traces of water, the sun shimmering off its surface in bright glints. Though, Catfish could hear it more than she could see it, the caws of the seagulls and faint lapping of ocean waves echoing through the humid summer's air.

A knot of unease coiled in her gut as she shuffled faintly. The vehicle was slowing, tires crunching over rocks and sand as it took a slow turn. Catfish snorted faintly, trying to push her muzzle out between the closest slit, straining to peer around the side of the trailer and truck. She had recently been sold to a new stable, her old owner growing too old to care for her anymore. She hadn't been with her long, roughly around 4 years, but Catfish knew it would be hard to be apart from the gentle caress of her old owner. Though, the old woman had sat with her the two nights before, whispering softly to the mare, reassuring her throughout the night.

Now, here stood Catfish. Resting in the bouncing trailer, tail flicking as she tried to peer out to see her new home. While Catfish may have been scared or nervous, she felt hope for this new chapter. She shifted with the bouncing, which was growing fainter as they drew closer to the stables. A faint whinny in the distance made her perk her ears up, rejuvenating her spirit. It gave her hope. Hope that she would finally be accepted into a herd of her own, no longer passed aside for being the runt.

A few moments passed before the truck rolled to a stop, its engine clicking off. Catfish shuffled in excitement, turning once the doors to the trailer were cracked open. Her legs ached, needing to stretch her tightened muscles. A hand reached in and gently gathered her reigns, cooing from a new human catching her attention. Catfish slowly emerged, blinking against the now brighter sun, her eyes widening once adjusted. Before her was a massive sanctuary, mostly consisting of fields for the equines to roam and graze.

And... there were others like her! A red dun, a blood bay, and a bay Welsh ponies. The other ponies were grazing not too far from where the truck had parked, lifting their gazes curiously as they noticed the new mare emerging from the trailer clasped behind it. Her new caretaker stroked her neck, offering a sugar cube from his pocket before leading her off after thanking the driver. Catfish trotted close to him, peeking around him to excitedly gaze upon her brilliant new home.

congratulations to dysania for winning this pony! your entry was original and engaging; I really love the name and personality you gave her.

thankyou to everyone who participated, I thoroughly enjoyed reading through your entries and I had a hard time deciding in the end <3

[Synerie]

Thank you so much! qwq <33