[CopperChaos]

Name: Katsuki
Height: 14.1hh
Gender: Stallion
Colour: Sooty Pangare Chestnut Tovero*
Quipping: Regular w/ Skeletal Paint

*This equid is a Full Skeleton, it must follow event equid restrictions. For more information check out the Info Centre*

Current Owner: Hobbit Geek

Happy Friday the 13th! Here’s a simple “out of season” spooky skelly quid to celebrate! To win this adopt please fill out the form below. I’m looking for effort here and want to see a creative name, personality, and spooky pumpkin image. Here’s the catch, extras are allowed so you can add more as long as you meet the form criteria. Entries will close on December 20th at 10PM (GMT). Judging will take place 24hrs after entries close to allow for final edits. Good luck!

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Res!!

[eleutheromaniac.]

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Name; Pumpkin King (Jack)
Gender: Stallion
Age; Young Adult
Height; 14.1hh

Colour: Sooty Pangare
Chestnut Tovero*
Quipping: Regular w/
Skeletal Paint

lines by kittycatkita

lines by Nikki6Ashba

lines by Nikki6Ashba

personality;
Jack is what we like to call a "peacock". Very much concieted.
He's good looking and he knows it. That doesn't necessarily mean
he's rude or cruel, he just knows when he trots into the area that
eyes are on him, and he knows how to work it. This, unfortunatley
for Jack, coined him the name 'pretty boy' from the other wild equids.
You can often find him desparatley trying to convince the
other stallions "well, the humans call me the Pumpkin KING! Did you
hear that? They think I'm a KING!! Just from looking at me!!!" The
other stallions aren't quite convinced. Jack technically isn't lying, the
local humans have spotted him before and named him 'The Pumpkin King',
which of course didn't help with his ego. But they come from all of the neighboring
villiages just to catch a glimpse at him. He really is quite a sight. In more recent
days, he has been seen strutting about and putting on a show for the humans.
At least someone still worships him, even if its just some lowly humans.

username;
eleutheromaniac.

spooky pumpkin;
boop

lines by EmberWolf

gallery of him showing off for the nearby village;
please imagine these images to this audio
of michael scott from the office saying "parkour! parkour!"
or, imagine jack repeatedly proclaiming, "i'm a king! i'm a king!"

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[Hobbit Geek]

-Lines by Horsy1050

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K A T S U K I

-By me

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---Username: Hobbit Geek
---Name: Katsuki

This is a name of Japanese origin.
It's meaning is derived from two
kanji characters. Katsu - meaning
triumph and success. It represents
the spirit of overcoming challenges
and emerging as a conqueror.
Ki - has multiple symbolic
associations, including season,
fragrance, and moon.

---Pronounced: Kah-t-soo-kee

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-By me

Personality: ------------------------------

Most would expect a stallion with such a haunting
appearance to be cruel, harsh, and violent.
Perhaps they aren't too far off, but the truth is rarely
so simple. Katsuki is an irritable, grumpy soul who
has seen the horrors of this world and yet still has
some sense of love for the beauty within it. An
individual who tends to speak his mind and not
worry how his words come across. As a result, he
can appear like a cold hearted soldier who one
should be weary of. However, he has a strong
moral compass and is more than willing to put
up a fight against injustice or if he thinks his
actions might be the difference between life
and death. While he would say he has had his
fill of violence and bloodshed in his life, it
doesn't mean he doesn't know when to take a
stand. Despite the life he has lived, he takes
pride in what he has accomplished and in a way,
misses his old way of life. Yet, deep down he
knows he is where he needs to be. Loving and
loyal to the bone, he will stand beside his
comrades and back them no matter the odds.
A ragged and rough around the edges type of man,
he doesn't like wasting time and doesn't like to spare
feelings. While not one to go out of his way to interact
with those he is not particularly close to, he finds a
sense of comfort being around close friends.

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-By me

Personality Breakdown:

Dedicated

"Devote (time, effort, or oneself) to a particular task or purpose."

Perhaps due to years of training, Katsuki is dedicated to his tasks and not one to quit when something needs done. No matter how difficult it needs to be, he remains locked on and focused until the task is complete. Likewise, his purpose is something he dedicates his life to and not something he would be able to give up easily.

Dutiful

"Conscientiously or obediently fulfilling one's duty."

Katsuki is one who learned to complete his duty with obedience and without question. After years of trying to defy those around him, he realized it was easier and more effective to stick to what was his responsibility and keep his mind focused on ensuring he did his job and he did it right.

-By me

Adaptable

"Able to adjust to new conditions."

Years on the battlefield has caused Katsuki to learn how to keep on his toes so to speak. He is quick to adjust should the need arise. Changing course however the situation shifts around him. This ability to observe his surroundings, notice any adjustment that may occur and then change his plans accordingly is a skill he had to learn, and yet it has become an innate part of him over the years.

Resourceful

"Having the ability to find quick and clever ways to overcome difficulties."

In a battlefield, most are required to be able to make do with what they have in the moment. There is little room for the luxuries of having every tool you need at your disposal at any given moment, as a result most who find themselves in difficult situations without the needed tools must find ways to overcome such difficulties with what they have in the moment. Katsuki has had his fair share of such moments, and as a result has become an individual who is always trying to find a way to use something to his own advantage.

-By me

Blunt

"uncompromisingly forthright."

Kindness takes time that most do not have when it comes down between life and death. Katsuki has learned that trying to sugar coat his words is useless in the grand scheme of things. Does his tendency to say exactly what's on his mind cause him to come across as angry or cold? Perhaps, but it is not meant with any ill will. In his opinion, communication is important and trying to dance around the subject just wastes everyone's time.

Coarse

"Rude, crude, or vulgar."

Perhaps it's part of his years just away from normal civilization, but Katsuki tends to have a very coarse sense of humor and way of being. A mixture of speaking his mind and being honest almost to a fault, many could view this stallion as unsociable. While many would not be wrong in such an assumption, Katsuki just has his own way in the world and isn't apologetic for it.

-By me

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Irritable

"Having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed or made angry."

While not hateful towards others, he does not go out of his way to interact with them either. He has found himself to become rather short tempered and quick to be snippy if annoyed. However, this isn't hateful in it's origin. He just is tired and wants to be left alone to his own devices most days. That and he never quite learned how to be fully social as most of his time was spent training. As a result, he can come across like a grouch but he means well.

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Spooky Pumpkin:


- Credits linked

Likes:

• Silence
• Isolation
• Helping others
• Being free
• Being out at night

Dislikes:

• Loud noises
• Violence
• Being in large groups
• Manners
• Fear

--------------------Strengths:

--------------------• Courageous
--------------------• Clever
--------------------• Loyal
--------------------• Creative
--------------------• Strategic Thinking

Weaknesses:--------------------

• Not Sociable--------------------
• Stubborn--------------------
• Mistrustful--------------------
• Rude--------------------
• Hesitant--------------------

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-By me

History:

Take a seat youngin.. If you be curious to hear the tale of the rumored soldier, be still and listen. I am sure you have heard the whispers that dance in the night, which has likely brought you to me. However, you’ll find the truth is often not as romanticized as rumors can be. I ask you to take heed not to judge all by their outward appearance nor judge this tale without hearing it through until the end.

The soldier, better known as Katsuki, was born like most any other equid. Wild and free, roaming the mountains we call home. However, his life free from restraints was short lived. Since Equids had been discovered by the rest of the world, they had been sought after for a variety of reasons. Some found them trophies, a status of wealth to have in their pasture. Others found them useful in tasks, such as pack mules or training to do tricks. Whereas the kind individuals loved them for their companionship. Such began those who roamed the mountain range hoping to trap such creatures to sell for the pleasure of others.

While still a young colt, Katsuki was unlucky or perhaps stupid enough to be taken by such poachers. His mother warned him not to stray away from the herd, yet as any foolish young child he paid no heed to her warnings. It was meant only to be a small exploration in the night as he’d retell, just a young foal chasing after an adventure he hoped he could boast about to the other foals in the herd.

He should’ve turned back when he first noticed the weird smell, as all children know safety is in numbers. Yet he found himself filled with curiosity, one too big to ignore. His next sign to turn back was when he encountered normal horses tied to a post. Their warnings to go back home quickly fell on deaf ears. He was too amazed to see an actual horse to listen to what they were telling him. Creatures like himself and yet so different. Ones he had only heard stories about.

His final signal to turn tail and run home was the sleeping humans. A sight even stranger than normal horses were these almost completely bald, two legged creatures. Their snores created a nice cover for him to move closer to investigate. These entities had left somewhat a mess in the clearing they settled in. Weird objects placed around them, a small fire burning brightly in the center of their area. It was a strange sight to say the least.

Yet, despite having every opportunity to turn around and flee to the safety of his home, he took it one step too far. Perhaps he was too arrogant that these creatures wouldn’t wake to his footsteps. Maybe he was so focused on satiating his own curiosity he forgot about caution. Then again, maybe he wasn’t thinking at all. However, before he knew it a rope was thrown around his neck and the humans were tugging him towards them as he fought to free himself to no avail.

Kidnapped and taken far from the home he had known all his life and recruited into to the military. While equids are unable to be ridden due to their anatomy, humans had found some uses for them regardless. Katsuki found himself close to human proximity, fed and cared for but a captive nonetheless. From the moment he arrived, he became easily known as an escapist. Finding new ways to leave his enclosure to try and make it back to the home he was born in. Yet, all efforts failed as he was each time dragged back against his will.

It took years to break him, yet they eventually did. Taking any light from within him, any hope of being free once more. Instead, he was trained to carry medical supplies and run them into the battlefield so their medics could restock or to stop alongside injured soldiers so they might get life saving supplies. Once sure he was ready, the work truly began for him. It was an odd thing they asked of him in his mind. Take objects from one location to the other. In his mind, he was no more than a pack mule in this game of theirs. Was there some deeper meaning or purpose behind what they wanted him to do?

To his surprise, he was not alone. There were several equids within the military ranks. One of which was named Lieutenant. This goofy, softhearted stallion had been born and raised in captivity and knew little of the harshness of the world. Despite their different upbringing, the two grew somewhat close and Katsuki found comfort in his new companion. Alongside Lieutenant, Katsuki also grew close with Tonic. Another soldier in training with a less idealistic worldview. The three grew quite close over the years and spurred one another along. Training as cadets became almost a competition in a way. Though in truth it was merely to pretend they had some control in what was to occur.

-By me
Higher quality linked

A soft breeze gently danced by, leaving the harsh cold of winter a thought of the past. Springtime had finally shown itself, yet not many had the freedom to enjoy such pleasantries. Katsuki found himself being loaded up, it was his first time being sent into the field and while the humans loading his medical packs onto him appeared confident he’d perform just as they had trained him, he was uncertain of what lay ahead of him.

As they opened the trailer and ushered him out onto the field, the distant sound of explosions and shots could be heard in the distance. His ears flicked back in response, hesitating before he took a deep breath and mustered the courage to move forward. His weary first steps turned into an outright gallop as he raced to find his target, a medical tent hastily set up within the danger zone. Training as a cadet was one thing, but what would an actual battlefield be like? He wasn't sure, but the pit in his stomach only grew larger as he drew closer to the noise ahead.

No amount of training could prepare any equid for the sight of a battlefield. If the loud explosions were not startling enough, the amount of bloodshed and screams that filled the air would be enough to shake any who travelled within such a danger zone. Left and right soldiers died beside him as he urged forward all the while his entire body shook with fear. Yet he was unwilling to stop and flee, no matter how much he wanted to.

In the field, it was ironic an equid with a death like face was responsible for bringing life saving supplies, and yet he paid no heed to the looks of horror he received from soldiers as he passed them by. He was simply grateful for the moments of hesitation from soldiers his appearance provided him. It allowed him to continue onward without approach or attack. He had a job and that was all that mattered to him at that moment. Get the suppliers to their destination, don’t get killed.

“Katsuki!” Lieutenant's voice rang out, panic evident.

A sharp pain in his shoulder caused him to stumble and fall into the mud beneath him. Taking fast, hasty breaths he lay there stunned for a moment. Yet, when he glanced at his shoulder it appeared a bullet only grazed it. Nothing he wouldn’t survive. In his head, his mind raced with all the questions he desperately wanted answers to. Why was he here? What good does this do? All this suffering, all this pain and for what? The amount of loss and pain around him caused him to want to leave and never return.

“I’m fine! Just keep going” He urged back, voice trembling. Unwilling to allow himself to be a distraction to those around him no matter how startled he was.

With a shake of his head, he pushed the thought away. He didn’t have time for this. If he stayed still too long, it was likely he could get killed. Without another moment to lose, he dragged himself back to his feet and off he went again. Legs trembling with every step he took, and yet onward he went. The tent itself wasn’t far off now, but the shooting pain in his shoulder as he moved caused him to grit his teeth. Just a little further.

A loud bang and a blinding light shook him from this world, throwing him against the ground with the force of the blast enough to knock all the air out of his lungs. An explosion. While most had been a semi safe distance away, this one had enough of a kick to forcefully throw him to the ground and cause his whole world to go spinning. Screams rang out beside him, yet he could hardly hear them. Ears pinned against his skull as a sense of helplessness overwhelmed him. He needed to move. He needed to recover from this and he needed to do it quickly, or else.... He shook his head, not wanting to even consider it. Shaky breaths left him. He hadn't felt quite like this since he was stolen away from his home and held against his will. The inability to do anything, no say in what happens to you and being forced to rely on what surrounds you to get you through it... An awful feeling he had believed had long since left behind.

After what felt like ages, his sight slowly returned to him. While there was still a ringing within his ears, it was doable for now. Dragging himself back to his feet once again, he moved towards the tent once more. Gaze refused to focus, limbs quivering as he attempted to keep himself under control. One step at a time, just breathe. Get your job done and you can go home... Right?

As he arrived at the tent, the humans wasted no time getting the supplies from his packs. They raced around him in a hurry, yet all the while he attempted to calm his breathing and get it under control. His quick, shaky breath insisted on being just that. It was here something just clicked in his head. Watching the medics run around using the supplies he brought to treat those who were wounded, alongside his own wound, he realized how much good this was doing for those around him. Would he ever fully understand why there was such violence? No, but as long as there was he would be there to help those in need along the way.

That's as much As I'm permitted to say youngin. If you want to know more, go to the man himself.

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-By me

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Motivations:

Fears:-----------------------------------------------------

To protect himself and to be in control of his own life
and destiny
"Perhaps you could attribute it to being taken away from
my home. Snatched away in the night never to see those
I love again. In the midst of not being able to control a
thing, deep down that's all I wanted. To have a say in my
own life. To decide what I wanted to do, where I wanted
to be and. Even now, some part of me wants to take charge
and lead my own way in life, no matter the consequences."

Of being harmed or controlled by others
"They say facing your fears makes you stronger and
challenges you to overcome and grow. As someone who
has done nothing but be forced to just take my deepest
fears being shoved in my face day after day, I have not
once grown comfortable with any of it. I feared and still
fear that my life will never be my own. That ever action
I take will be dictated for me. As a result, I can never
quite feel at peace even when in the freedom I once
dreamed of."

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Internal Struggles:

Secrets:-----------------------------------------------------

Letting others in.
"Have I had friends in my lifetime? People I had loved and
cared for? Absolutely. Yet every waking moment I feared
for their lives. Worrying if I would walk out into the
battlefield, never to see them again. Out of the 10 equids
they brought into the field for a variety of tasks, four
survived the years we spent in that hell. Such a loss only
left me not wanting to get close to anyone else, as very
few made it back alive in the end. "

Needs other's more than he'd admit.
"A classic struggle isn't it? Hates letting others in and
allowing them to help, and yet refuses to admit I need
them as badly as I know they need me. Perhaps even
more than that. However, despite this very real fact
that I am in need of others, I wouldn't let others close
enough to know. I'm the one to shoulder the burden. To
take charge and make sure everyone's alright. At what
point did I forget I needed help too?"

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-By me

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Why So Hardened?:

As you approached the chestnut stallion he shot you a glare.

"What do you want? I'm busy, go bother someone else...." His words icy and matter of factly spoken, annoyance clear within his features. "What was that?"

As you advise that you were sent by the stallion you spoke with previously, a loud sigh escaped Katsuki.

"Of course Lieutenant would send you my way.... Why am I even surprised?" He grumbled under his breath, shaking his head. "So he sent you here to learn how I went from a starry eyed cadet to who I am now? It's not exactly a fun tale, though I suppose I'll share a little... Anything to get you to go away and bother someone else." He stated, though excited to hear his tale, the stallions pointed tone towards the end was evident. "Just don't interrupt, I won't repeat myself."

As a medical specialty Equid I had been on countless battlefields in my youth. All just as loud and frightening as the last. On some missions I took more supplies to medical tents so they could restock when they reported they were low. Other days I was sent into enemy territory to sneak medical supplies to soldiers who had been stranded alone and too wounded to move in order to bring life saving supplies. However, I think there was one main occasion that really turned my perspective around and shaped who I am to this day.

My confidence at that point was overwhelming in a way. I had been in this position actively in the field for years at this point. While I had seen my fair share of pain and death, I tried to shove it all out of my mind. Equids weren't safe in these areas either, but the lucky few made it out to see another day. I found if I dwelled on it too long, my mind went down long dark rabbit holes I had a hard time digging myself out of again. Thus I focused on what was happening in front of me in each moment, never trying to stay trapped in the past too long lest it begin to haunt me.

Unlike some days, there was a slight chill to the air that nipped at you no matter who strayed outdoors. My tactical gear did little to help keep the warmth in, yet I was grateful to it regardless. My legs moved fast, less shaky now that I've had a little experience under my belt. My mission was a familiar one. Take my packs full of supplies to a medical tent deep within a warzone so they can refill on supplies as they were dangerously low and wounded soldiers were coming in droves. I ran as fast as my body would carry me, dodging attacks left and right. My breath steady and eyes narrowed as I searched for my target to come into view.

It felt no different than any other mission. However, in hindsight I realize I began to feel invincible. Untouchable by the dangers that lurked around me all the while I held a superiority complex because I somehow felt like I was doing good by helping others with my work. As is the law of such things, the higher you go the harder you fall when you're inevitably forced back into humility.

I wasn't far off. I knew that deep down. Yet as I was closing in on my finish line a familiar white light blinded my view. The ends of my fur were singed off as the heat hit me like a wall. The blast itself dangerously closer to Tonic than myself, but the force of it knocked me back so forcefully that the air was ripped right from my body and I found myself unable to find it again. Yet the part that got me was a sharp pain to the back of the head, likely from a rock or some hard object laying on the ground. Gasping and laying there stunned, whatever vision remained from the light was now fading away as I felt consciousness fading away.

I clung to it, unwilling to allow myself to be ripped from the waking world and be left helpless. Yet I had no say in the matter. All I remember thinking before darkness engulfed me was if Tonic had survived the blast. Was he okay?

There was an aching deep within my bones as I groggily opened my eyes. Wincing as I lifted my head, I tried to think back at what had happened and where I was. As I looked around, I realized I was in my stables a place I had learned to call home. Muscles relaxed ever so slightly, but something didn't sit right.... What was it?

Tonic....

I leapt to my feet with wide eyes, a groan escaping me as I did so. I had to see him, had to make sure he made it back.

"Hey hey, keep still you're still wounded" Lieutenant's voice rang out from the neighboring stall.

"Where is he?! Tell me he's alive!" I asked, voice shaking as I refused to allow myself to think of what may have occurred while I was unconscious. All this time I thought we were the lucky few. The untouchable trio who managed countless battlefields with only minor scratches and lived to tell the tale. How wrong I was. Life was so fragile and I laughed in it's face each and every day. Taunting death with my very existence and thinking it couldn't hurt me. Yet as I stood there in those few seconds, unaware of what became of my friend, something broke inside me.

"He's alive, battered and being cared for... But alive." Lieutenant responded.

A sigh of relief escaped me at the words. Finally allowing myself to be at peace. I didn't lose him.

"Katsuki...." Lieutenant began, almost as if unsure of how to break the news. "I overheard one of the commanders.... They're retiring you and Tonic."

"What about you?" I asked, ears flicking backwards. It was here I noticed just how exhausted Lieutenant sounded. I began to wonder just how much sleep he had gotten since the battlefield. Or perhaps it was the stress of it all, he couldn't be sure.

"I'm to stay in the field. Unlike you two I wasn't injured so they think I've got a few good years in me left." He explained, trying to make his voice sound hopeful and cheery. Though I knew all too well the worry that hid behind his optimistic tune. "They're not wrong after all, I'm still in my prime unlike you two old geezers'."

"That's ridiculous! They can't send you back, not without us!" I exclaimed, eyes wide as tears filled them. They were splitting us up. Throwing Lieutenant back to the wolves and letting Tonic and myself live comfortable lives as if we didn't have a care in the world when I knew all I would do is fear if I would see my friend again.

"I'll be fine. If all things go well, I'll be heading your way to join you in retirement and maybe then I can finally talk to some mares." Lieutenant laughed, a bitter note lacing his voice. "Either way, get some rest.

-By me

The day for which Tonic and I were released into the reserve came and went by before a blink of an eye. The pain that filled my chest with the absence of Lieutenant was unbearable. A hole filled my heart where he once was. All that was remaining was this pit of fear and dread. Something about being put in danger yourself and almost losing someone you consider a brother hardens a soul. Yet if that wasn't enough, I had to mourn the potential of never seeing my closest friend. Never knowing if I would ever see him again or if he would just fade away from my memory until I forget even the sound of his voice. The uncertainty of if I would ever she him again was torture, and yet I pushed onward day by day as I did almost all my life.

In the years I awaited Lieutenant to be released, should he survive at all, Tonic and I opted to travel together. Not baring to be separated from one another, we found comfort in our shared suffering in a way. Having an understanding of this world's cruelties and willingness to stand against it to protect ourselves as well as those around us should it be deemed necessary. It was a new challenge, and one we thankfully didn't have to face alone. Tonic knew nothing about surviving in the wild, and what little knowledge I knew was few and far between with how little I spent out as a feral equid before I joined human companionship.

While the reserve itself is human governed, it didn't mean the equids were held in fences or were captives either. From what I was told prior to being released it is a protected land for wild equids to roam and live peacefully away from human's coming in and stealing them away. Poaching of equids was illegal in this area, at least from what I'd heard. Some captive bred equids that are released here sometimes still greet the humans that come visit, yet Tonic and I steered clear of them from the start. If they didn't have Lieutenant with them, we didn't bother much with trying to get a quick treat or pets. It wasn't something we cared for much to begin with given our hard training.

For a while it was just Tonic and I roaming the lands and avoiding territories claimed by other herds. Yet along the years we picked up a few stragglers to our misfit of a herd. Lumière was the first to join us, despite my argument against it. It wasn't that I didn't like her per se, I was just unsure of strangers. She was a wild equid, born and bred in free from human interaction yet had been separated from her own herd when the humans took her in after she was wounded. When she healed, they released her here and she opted to join us rather than risk being by herself in this rocky terrain. It took some getting used to, but I suppose I began to tolerate her over time.

The next to join us was Tyyga. Too sweet for her own good and would've likely died out there had we not taken her in. Lumière fought the most to bring her aboard, and at this point my complaints fell on deaf ears. Tonic did little to assist me on the matter, but there's nothing I can do about it now. As a result, there we were. An odd band of four equids who somehow formed a herd together. Tonic and I kept on guard, but that was more of a state of being for us now. We'd seen far too much to ever let ourselves relax fully.

A day came that shook me to the core, one I thought would never come to pass. Three years since we had been released into retirement, Lumière came galloping up to Tonic and I rambling about a strange stallion who was getting too close to Tyyga. She was spouting nonsense about him flirting with her and making comments about her running away with him. While not an event that would come as a surprise due to Tyyga's friendly nature, we came barreling in nonetheless to protect her should the stallion prove to be more aggressive than he's worth.

Our hoofbeats caused a steady rhythm to ring out in the air as we raced towards Tyyga. Why was she was so far away from the rest of the herd? No one truly knows. She tended to wander despite our warnings to stay close by, often earning her an odd encounter or needing one of us to come to the rescue. However, as we came upon the two equids standing there I stopped in my tacks, eyes wide at the sight before me. It almost felt like a dream in a way. A cruel dream aiming to play tricks on whatever hopes I had left within this world.

"Lieutenant..?" I breathed out, slowly approaching the stallion. He looked worn out and battered, but alive and that was all I could ask for.

"Katsuki! Tonic!" His voice boomed with excitement as his gaze met ours, a smile framing his face as he ran up to us and brushed his muzzle against mine. "I've been looking for you two! Do you know how many herds I got chased out of before I found you both?"

"I can't believe you're here..." Tonic stated, just as wide eyed as I was. It was a sight to behold at the very least. Like staring at a ghost long since passed. Yet for once in years, I finally felt somewhat at peace.

"What happened after that?" You ask when the stallion before you goes silent.

"Was that not enough?" He asked bluntly, staring down at you with narrowed eyes. "Did you want me to say something nice and pretty like we lived happily ever after?"

"Well.... not exactly.." You state, sheepishly shrugging.

"We're alive and well, that's all I care about. Sure we get into trouble here and there. Lieutenant and Tyyga into more shenanigans than the rest of us, but well nonetheless. If you want something sounding more like a fairytale, go talk to someone else." He grumbled, turning to leave you standing there before you could say another word.

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Relationships:

-Lines by Horsy1050

Lieutenant || Retired Military|| Comrade

Katsuki met Lieutenant back in his cadet days. Perhaps one of his few, close friends in a way. They were one of the few surviving soldiers within their years. While almost polar opposites in personality, Katsuki has grown to find Lieutenant's goofy, silly nature endearing. Almost envying his ability to not let the horrors of war phase him and remain his childlike self regardless. Lieutenant is the ray of sunshine in his otherwise dark and gloomy life some days, and he is grateful to have him even if he doesn't say it.

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-Lines by Horsy1050

Lumière || Wild Equid || Herd member

While still a newer face for him, Katsuki admires this mare's strength and ability to stand tall for what she believes in. Free spirited and a sharp tongue, there are days they are in a battle of wits and Lieutenant has to split them apart before they are at each others throats. In a friendly way, though it's hard to hard to tell from the outside looking in since it often appears more like a heated argument the way they spew back and forth. However, each would say it's in good fun.

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Tonic || Retired Military || Comrade

Tonic shares in Katsuki's cold perspective. Seeing the horrors this world have to offer, they often have a silent agreement with one another. However, the two high strong, opinionated stallions can fight just as much as they can agree. While they would consider one another friends in a way, they are strong willed and not afraid to take charge, which often causes them to butt heads in a way that one would think they hate one another. However, once over they seem to get over themselves pretty quickly. That is once the tension cools down somewhat.

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Tyyga|| Wild Equid || Herd Member

The newest and kindest of the herd members under his care. Tyyga is someone who seems too sweet for this world. Always optimistic and sees the silver lining in everything. It's a worldview that Katsuki doesn't understand, and often tells her how stupid it sounds. This often earning him glares from the rest of his herd members, as if he did something wrong with telling her the truth of their situation. However, despite her overly sweet nature, he finds a sense of comfort in her company, despite the fact that many would not guess it. Outside her of course, she stands by them being best friends all the while he rolls his eyes and walks away.

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Tactical Equipment:

"My tactical equipment is somewhat
simple. Two saddlebags on either side
with a orange cross to show I'm medical
all held together by straps and harnesses.
While not unique in itself, it's something
I have grown accustomed to wearing it.
As a result, I've found it odd since leaving
such a life behind. I feel bare without it
most days. Yet I know that was the old days."

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•While smiles are rare for him, it's not impossible to see. If you're lucky you might even get a laugh out of him.
•Has a love of stars finds himself at peace just laying out under the night sky.
•Has chronic nightmares, though doesn't talk about them much.
•At some level, he misses his old life, though he wouldn't admit it. It's not so much he misses the danger as much as he misses his idealistic worldview during those days. How he felt on top of the world like nothing could touch him.
•A huge problem solver. He is not the kind of person who will just sit there and listen to your troubles without a word. He'll begin telling you why it went wrong and how to fix it. If you're just looking for an ear to listen, perhaps find Lieutenant or Tyyga.

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[Restful Dead]

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[Nikki6Ashba]

Ichabod


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Curiosity drives me to explore,
To seek out knowledge and so much more.
I question everything around,
In hopes that answers can be found.

I wander through the fields and trees,
My mind alive with possibilities.
Each mystery I long to solve,
With insatiable thirst, I evolve.

The world is vast, with wonders untold,
My curiosity will never grow old.
I'll continue to learn and grow each day,
For curiosity will always lead the way.


Personality:
Ichabod is a very curious equid. He likes to know how things work, what makes them tick. Given the chance, he will take anything apart just to see how the parts fit together. Sometimes he gets so consumed in trying to figure out how something works that he loses track of time to the point the entire day drifts by without him noticing until he's lost all the daylight.

He can appear a bit like an awkward space cadet to those who don't know him. But really his mind is just always racing, analyzing everything around him to learn how everything works together. How each small change can cause a ripple of effects. Most of the time when he looks like he is just silently staring into the void, ignoring those around him, he is actually lost in his own mental calculations. He doesn't ignore others out of shyness or rudeness, he just honestly doesn't realize anyone is trying to get his attention usually.

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Ichabod and the Beetles Blunder
Once upon a warm autumn day, where golden leaves fluttered to the rhythm of a gentle breeze, there lived Ichabod. A young stallion whose coat shone like a polished chestnut, and crimson eyes sparkled with boundless curiosity, lay nestled among the dry, fallen leaves. His gentle breath ghosting over the crisp foliage as he napped in the warm rays of the afternoon sun.

A slight rustle came from the leaves below his head, soft and scraping against the dry leave. After a moment, a small, shiny black head popped out from under a leaf. The noisemaker was a little black beetle, drawn to the warmth of the sun, and Ichabod. The small creature carefully picked its way through the fallen leaves, seeking out a nice warm place to rest itself.

Ichabods lip twitched and trembled as something began to tickle his snout, though the sleeping equid didn’t think much of it, assuming it was just the rustling leaves. That was until he suddenly found the itching became worse and centralized on his left nostril. He gave a snort, trying to blow away the irritant, but it didn’t seem to be budging. In fact, snorting only made it worse.

The young stallion was now startled awake, jumping up to his feet as he kept snorting and rubbing his nose on a nearby tree, trying to evict the pinching blockage for nearly ten minutes. He was starting to panic when finally, after the biggest sneeze in his life, a small beetle came flying out of his nose, landing atop a pile of leaves. He stood there, staring dumbfoundedly at the disgruntled insect as it shimmed back down below the leafy blanket.

From then on, he promised to always sleep with one eye open, to avoid anymore unwanted tenants in his nostril.


Spooky Pumpkin:


All art, story and Poem are by me, Nikki6Ashba(aka Lancelots Art Table)
Pumpkin picture was found via google

[cloudedbee]

Username:cloudedbee
Name: Kōhī
(koh-hee) - ‘skeleton’ in te Reo

Personality: From the first moment Kōhī got a lick of attention (literally), he was addicted. Unfortunately this means he’ll get it by any means, but really believes he deserves it all.

Typically this means if he’s with others around a body of water, someone is guaranteed to be going in, no matter the weather. However, if it’s not Kōhī (because he’s definitely pushed them otherwise) you can be assured he’ll be right in there after them, splashing about with laughter more powerful than the rays of the sun. He does cause mischief but nothing he does is with ill-intent though he isn’t the best with respecting everyone’s boundaries when it comes to their pranking limits, he’ll learn one day.

His favourite thing in life is being around others and something draws him to others who are having a bad day, he just hates to see it. He’ll do just about anything to see someone that’s having a bad day get a positive moment and a laugh, so you can just imagine the lengths he’ll go to for someone he considers a close friend. In return he just hopes that if he reaches a point in his life (though he truly hopes he doesn’t), someone will be there by his side to bring the skelly smile back to his own face.

Last of all, Kōhī just had to let you know that he thinks he’s the most beautiful boy of all time, he’s basically the Evil Queen from Snow White in that regard, just constantly seeking reassurance from everyone else that they think the same. He’s really humble though, promise. (The evidence does not support the last statement).

All artwork by me, pumpkins supplied from Unsplash. Winner is more than welcome to keep the art.

[Butter Dragon]

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-x-Name: Samhain
boopPronounced sow-in, Samhain is a Celtic winter
boopfestival marking the end of the harvest season and
boopshowing reverence for the deceased.

(Art by myself, & Flyteck)
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xxXxxSamhain has always been a somewhat elusive equid. While hardly any sort of ethereal being, he always seemed to be on the outskirts of his herd, though not many were aware the reason for this was being ostracized by his peers. Instead, the older equids assumed that he was simply a natural loner, and those actively pushing him out had little interest in correcting the record. Because of this, Samhain learned how to get by on his own, and find comfort in solitude. With so many jabs about his "spooky" appearance, he began to lean into their fear and make it his strength. He developed an interest in things others would consider "morbid" and stopped making attempts to placate social expectations and paid little mind to if he startled or was "off putting" to the other equids around him. Unfortunately, though expectedly, this did little to help him be accepted in his own herd and as the years passed on and he grew more and more isolated even in a crowd it eventually came to a head and he was forced to leave. The following years alone only served to cement the odd traits that make up his personality. His quietness, his morbid interest, his iron memory for secrets as an excellent listener. He became sort of a ghost of the plains, known, occasionally seen, but rarely interacted with.

xxXxxChased away from new crops and grass, Samhain became an expert at knowing just when his food sources turned from nutrient to useless, or in some cases dangerous to eat. Knowing this allowed him to follow the good plants, avoiding the herds that chased the most lush patches, with the old fields dying behind him before returning with new growth. Because of this, Samhain became known as "Reaper" by some of the herds who did not understand that he simply walked in front of the death, and instead started assigning a mythic status to him insisting that he brought the end of the harvest.
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[Shadowhunter,]

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