[preppy paws]

releasing some adopts for those who are interested.

Oh noes! Looks like this bad DAM traveled far from the desert to find its way right to you! But...Looks like this one will not be an easy catch. I would love to know how you have tamed this one, as I have no luck taming my own :c Do tell!

Owner: Stride
Horse's Name: Silas
Height: 15.3hh
Gender: Stallion
Rarity: Uncommon

[stride]

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Stride c:

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Silas
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A Greek name, meaning 'from the forest'.

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15.3hh

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Silas is a stallion.

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Uncommon

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Silas is a hurricane, and wherever he goes, wreckage follows.

He picks fights with other stallions to prove his dominance, and lets his victories fuel his huge ego. Over the years, he's learned a few tricks to put up his metaphorical sleeve, and almost always comes out on top of the pack. He's a bit narcissistic, and Silas is always thinking about how a situation could benefit himself. If you're no use to him, prepare to get dumped, because he's trying to put himself at the top of the pyramid of life. He's usually seen as insufferable and selfish by the other mustangs.

Silas also has the childish habit of always wanting to be in the spotlight. He wants all eyes drawn to him when he goes anywhere, and this can lead to some comical temper tantrums when he believes someone is 'stealing' his limelight. This usually results in him pouting in a corner for the next half hour, until he can regain his dignity.

Overall, Silas is a very problematic stallion.

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His favorite color is red. To be specific, the red that stains the ground after a fight. Not his own, of course, but the opponent. It's his favorite color because it connects all his opponent- no matter who's blood it is, they all share the same life force that he, the victor, splattered across the desert sand. It sweetens the victory for him, knowing he has the power over life and death. He never kills his opponent though, because he finds the process messy and distasteful, with the added fact that even though he likes to mess with other stallions, he finds death a very scary reality.

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The ranch was emptier than you thought it'd be.

You signed up to volunteer at this desert ranch a half an hour away from your house over the summer. You weren't doing anything but staring at the light of your laptop, so you figured you might as well spend your time wisely. The ranch was old, but it had recently been bought and re-furbished, and they needed voulenteers to take care of the animals that lived there.

After you had gotten set up and given the job of sweeping a porch, the owner of the ranch took you on a tour. She was obviously very proud of the ranch, even though you saw nothing but a few goats and dust.

That's when you saw a smear of white gallop through a corral in the back. Turning quickly after seeing the streak from the corner of your eye, you could see a stallion in a fenced - in pasture. You tapped the owner's shoulder - people called her Stride, but you honestly doubted that it was her real name- you pointed to the stallion.

"I thought those things were only a myth." You said breathlessly. She only laughed, before giving a sharp whistle. The stallion turned it's head towards her, before walking towards you both. It seemed to glare at you, before gently butting his head into Stride's shoulder. Giving him a few pats, she turned back to you.

" His name's Silas, but we call him Sil. He's a jealous little guy, isn't he?" She asked you, hand still slowly stroking Silas' neck. You honestly wouldn't call the stallion a 'little guy', because he was huge and practically made of muscle, but instead of discussing this, you just gave her a weak smile and a thumbs up. One thing still bit at the edge of your mind, though.

"Aren't they supposed to be, like, dangerous? How'd you tame him?" You ask, giving a small scoot away from Silas, but you stayed in close hearing range.

Stride seemed to be thinking hard. Nodding her head, she smiled. "I'll tell you how I tamed him."

"When I first bought Silas, he was an ornery wreck. There are small herds of normal ponies that get rounded up each year, and he got caught up with the other, common horses. Farmer sold him to me for fifteen bucks, it was so cheap because he had so many horses there. Fool didn't know he had an urban legend living in his barn."

"Silas tried turn around and headbutt me the first time I let him into a pasture. I'm not much of a runner, but I sprinted for my life that day. I was honestly just considering to let him go, try to get my fifteen bucks back. I was loosing my employees left and right, which is quite frankly, why I had to hire you. I had not clue what to do. Every time I'd come out there, he'd run at me like he was going to hit me with his head and send me flying, or kick me straight into next week. What was I supposed to do? But, that's when I had an idea."

"The next morning, I went outside and stood in the middle of the pasture. When he came to headbutt me, I stood still, braced for impact like I was about to get hit by a car, which I sort of was. When Silas realized I wasn't moving, he slowed down and stopped before he hit me. We stood there for a while, just looking at each other. When I finally offered him my hand, he sniffed it instead of trying to bite it. It was like he was confused, and almost respected me for not hauling it and running away."

"That wasn't the end of our troubles, but it went mostly uphill from there. Now, he comes when I whistle. That just shows you that if you're as crazy as I am, you might just get a little farther in life." She finished patting Silas and smiled at you expectantly. You couldn't believe that the seemingly docile, if a little stand-offish, stallion before you was once a torrent of anger. You dart your eyes from Silas to Stride, and she gives gives you a smug look, which makes you grin a little.

"Wow." This apparently cracks her up, as she slides off the fence she's sitting on, and covers her face with her hands. Putting a hand on your back, she gently pushes you away from Silas' pasture.

"Alright, that was fun, but we haven't finished our tour yet."

[Midnight Tails]

Owner: Midnight Tails
Horse's Name:
Height: 15.3hh
Gender: Stallion
Rarity: Uncommon
Bad Personality Description:
Favorite Color:
And Why?:
How Have You Tamed Him/Her?: so many ideas <3
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[G.L'S]

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Owner
My name is G.L'S, though I wouldn't go so far as to say I own her. That filly owns herself.

Horse's Name
When I saw her for the first time, beyond her crazy outbursts and wild eyes, I knew she had only one suitable name. Thurer, the daughter of Thor, one of the mightiest beings to roam the earth. I know she deserved a name of equal honour.

Height:
15.3hh

Gender:
She may be female, but don't underestimate her. She's more wild and powerful than any stallion I've ever known.

Rarity:
Uncommon

Bad Personality Description:
Thurer is openly aggressive and dangerous towards people and other DAMs. She will never let anything or anyone within 10 feet of her without pinned ears and a full-out charge. What most people don't understand is that it is an automatic defense mechanism for her. She is naturally anxious and insecure but instead of showing fear, she shows anger, aggression and defiance.

Favorite Color:
Oddly enough, she likes Lavender.

And Why?:
Lavender is a naturally calming scent and colour. It is really the only thing that calms her down if she is worked up into a tizzy. Lavender fields are also her happy place to go so seeing the colour must remind her of the blanketed lilac toned hills from where the wranglers found her.

How Have You Tamed Him/Her?:
Tame, that's funny. Thurer is by no means completely tamed, but then again, are DAMs truly ever? She was the most headstrong, nasty dispositioned mare I had come across in all my years of owning equines of all varieties. When she busted out of the trailer and eventually was herded into my round-pen, all she did for the first few days was run. She screamed, panted and ran.

For weeks, I tried everything. I tried sitting on the fence (that nearly ended with a funeral), standing closeby, letting the farm dog sit by the gate, bringing Tyr over, then Elli when she got aggressive with Tyr. But none of it seemed to work. All she would do was either glare at me or stare off into the pastureland.

I'll admit, I was nearly ready to give up when the idea finally smacked me. It wasn't until I saw a varnished roan bum facing me that I knew I had one chance left, a slim one but still a chance. After a bit of coersion and a bucket of sweet feed, I managed to lead Kvasir from his pasture and over towards the vacant one beside the round-pen. Once I locked him in, all I could do was wait and hope for a miracle. For the first week, the two didn't even acknowledge each other, but 10 days in, things got a little ugly.

When the two finally realized they were in close quarters, Thurer went berserk. She charged the fence, gnashed her teeth and howled at the stallion who now stood staring at her as if she were a petulant filly. When Kvasir finally had enough, he charged the fence, reached over and harshly nipped Thurer's cheek with a deep angry whinny. It startled Thurer causing her to shy away from him and shoot him a baleful look. Seeing that he taught her a lesson, Kvasir merely snorted and turned to graze on the other side of his pasture, keeping his bum in her direction for days after that.

At first, all I could think of was that putting those two in close proximity must have been the worst idea I could have ever had. My two most antisocial, cantankerous DAMs within touching distance? How stupid of me. Unsure of what else to do, I began to look around for barns with openings or DAM rehabilitation centers who would be willing to take on someone as aggressive as Thurer. As much as I loved the little mare, I already lost 2 barn hands to her surprise charges and I couldn't afford to lose more. Or worse a lawsuit. Nautrally most places I inquired with were either full or wouldn't go near a mare like Thurer, so as I waited for something to pan out, her and Kvasir stayed in their pens and brooded.

Two weeks had past and still nothing had come of what to do with Thurer. Unsure of what else to do, I headed out towards the small pens to move Kvasir back to his pasture and make him feel a little less miserable. When I got out there though, it was as if everything had been a dream. The two of them were grazing peacefully in their respective pens with only about 15 feet of distance from each other. I hadn't realized that I had been gawking until Thurer herself looked up at me curiously. All I could do was merely laugh and go about the rest of my business as usual with the greatest relief.

As months passed, Thurer opened up more to Kvasir (and even more oddly, he to her) and she became much more pleasant to be around now that her insecurities were eased. She is still the spirited, stubborn and occasionally snippy mare that she will always be but her personality had improved tenfold since those first few weeks. In reality though, it wasn't me who tamed her. In fact, I really do come off as the dumb human in all of this. It was Kvasir who got thought to her and I don't even care what he could have said to her, it was enough for her to want to stay.

[stabbrielle]

Owner: captain awesome
Horse's Name: Sif
Height: 15.3hh
Gender: mare
Rarity: Uncommon
Bad Personality Description: Sif is widely known for being head strong, combative, and an overal pain in everyone's rear. The day I bought her from that sale barn, everyone said I had made a mistake. That she wasn't worth the hefty price, beautiful or not. She practically drags handlers around when being led by rope and is always in charge when being ridden, no ifs ands or buts. It's her way or the highway. When around other equines she is the queen. Her teeth have drawn blood in the struggle to maintain this position. Sif is also known for "foal napping". If she doesn't have a foal of her own she is not opposed to snaking the foal of another mare.
Favorite Color: Sifs favorite color is orange red, like a flaming sunrise or sunset.
And Why?: This color is her favorite because it is bold and sharp, just like her. It is the color if the rising sun with a sense of pride and power.
How Have You Tamed Him/Her?: Sif is still on the road to being tame, but she has made several large steps towards it. Through intensive training and patience we have gotten her to accept a saddle and rider, though even then she is still the queen bee. We're working to redirect her attitude into work. She enjoys show jumping a lot and is liking dressage. We hope that by focusing her she will settle down.

[SpartanAmethyst]

-dropping out, lost connection :c-

[SkySmoke]

Owner: SkySmoke
Horse's Name: Burlesque
Height: 15.3hh
Gender: Mare
Rarity: Uncommon
Bad Personality Description: Burlesque has a very high opinion of herself. She is stubborn and flighty. She will not back down from anything, ever. She is very self assured, and very untrusting; both of humans and other equines. Her method of defense is to attack first and ask questions later...if she ever asks them at all.
Favorite Color: Dark Purple, almost black
And Why?: It reminds her of night, which is her favorite time of day. The darkest part of night, where the stars are the most clear. Most people would say it is black, not a dark purple, but she doesn't see it that way. She feels like the stars lend just enough light for it to be a deep, rich purple.
How Have You Tamed Him/Her?:

I don't know if you could say that I tamed her; I don't know that you could ever truly tame a horse like her. Instead I'll tell you of the story of how I became hers...

I was at auction, not really looking for anything specific, when she came tearing into the ring. Most horses look afraid when they are herded or lead into the auction pen, but not this mare. She came running into the pen full speed with a shrill scream. The gate shut behind her and she spun around and gave it a solid kick with both hind feet. She then floated to the middle of the pen and lifted her head high; her nostrils flared as she looked around and pinned her ears at the sight of humans.

I was instantly drawn to her; I've always had a thing for the problem horses. I also immediately picked up on her breed; the mane longest at the forelock, the cloven hooves. She was a desert appaloosa mustang and she was pretty far from home. The breed isn't common and its even more rare to see one at an auction that is normally full of quarter horses and off the track thoroughbreds.

The auctioneer didn't say much, other than that she would be a handful, and started the bidding at $50.00. Everyone just stared and the mare stared back, almost challenging one of us to attempt to own her. I fell for it of course and the gavel slammed down as soon as I opened my mouth to bid the $50.00. I think they were just excited to have someone take her.

It took me five hours to get her into the trailer to go home and a day and a half to get her out. I put a bucket of water and some food in it so she didn't kill herself, but she would not back out or turn around and tried to kill me any time I attempted to go inside. I finally resorted to taking the food and water out and spraying the hose inside the trailer until she came out; wet and livid.

She would charge the fence any time I, or any other living creature, came near it. Violently charged with ears pinned, teeth bared and hooves flying. There were a few times I thought she was going to break out of the enclosure I had her in. I gave her a few weeks to settle in before attempting to work with her at all.

"Work" was a loose term. Nothing worked with her. I tried feeding her and sitting on the ground outside of the pen. She wouldn't come near the food until I left, even if I sat there for hours. I tried going in the pen with her to run her around and attempt the "join up" technique. She either wouldn't move, or charged me with the intent to kill me. I tried treats of all kinds, and even resorted to with holding food for a day. Nothing mattered to this mare and I was beginning to think I had made a horrible mistake; until I watched her one night.

I watched her a lot throughout the day. She was stunning to watch move and I couldn't wait to get all the tangles out of her mane and tail and get a curry comb to her coat. She didn't do much during the day aside from each and occasionally trot anxiously around the arena. She never seemed interested in her surroundings, or me, at all.

One night when I was done with all the work around the barn, I headed into the house and then turned and glanced at her pen from the window. I was surprised to find her watching the house, ears pricked forward, actually showing interest. I leaned against the wall and watched as she slowly walked the perimeter of her pen and looked at her surroundings. It was the first time I'd seen her calmly look at anything. Maybe it was the quiet of night that she needed to be able to let her guard down.

I slipped my shoes back on and headed back out to her pen.

"Hey there gorgeous." I whispered as I sat down on the ground about ten feet away from the fence. She looked at me over her shoulder and snorted softly before turning back to gaze up at the moon. I took it as a positive step because for the first time she wasn't being aggressive. Rather than push my luck, I stood up and quietly left.

This began our nightly ritual. I would ignore her and give her space for most of the day, then once night fell I would come out and sit next to her pen and talk. I found myself enjoying my time with her more and more each night. I told her things I never told anyone else. It felt like the cover of night was good for both of us and allowed us to let down our walls.

After two weeks I was finally able to stand on the inside of the pen and lean against the rail as I talked to her. I found she got closer if I wasn't facing her and I had come to trust her enough that I would face completely away from her as I spoke. I often lost myself in whatever I was telling her and sometimes found myself crying without realizing it until the tears dripped off my cheeks. I was telling her things I had never talked about. The more I talked about, the closer she seemed to get.

One night after standing in her pen for about an hour I stopped talking and rested my forehead against the railing, crying quietly until I felt the gentle woof of her breath against my shoulder. My breath caught in my throat but I didn't move as she slowly sniffed me all over. When she was done, she gently butted her nose against the middle of my back. I turned around slowly until I was facing her.

She was even more beautiful up close and her dark blue eyes sparkled with an intelligence I'd never seen in a horse before. I held my hand out and she slowly touched her muzzle to it. I spent the next hour slowly running my hands all over her body while quietly talking to her. When I was done she followed me to the door of the pen and watched me until I closed the door of the house behind me.

The next morning she softly nickered as I passed by her pen. I still kept our training sessions at night because I felt like it was therapeutic for us both. I won't say that our relationship was smooth sailing from then on out, because it wasn't. We had moments and set back and rough spots, but that first night she taught me something I will never forget; sometimes we have to let our own walls down for others to let us in.

[preppy paws]

I keep coming back to this DAM because there is a story rolling around in my head. When does this end?

WHenever enough finished entries are posted, and I have time c:

[Jaegarbombastic]

Owner:
Jaegarbombastic
Horse's Name:
Cody
Height:
15.3hh
Gender:
Stallion
Rarity:
Uncommon
Bad Personality Description:
Cody is a very untamed stallion, who has problems reigning in his feelings and stopping his anger. He gets very frustrated and angry when things in life don't go his way, and that gets him into many tight spots with people who are not so forgiving of his temper.
Favorite Color:
His favorite color is purple.
And Why?:
Purple is the color of royalty, which is the title he strives to get.
How Have You Tamed Him/Her?:
Although Cody is still the wild and free spirit he's always been, he has been calmed down a bit by spending time with other mustangs. The big softie doesn't want to be alone, and he needs someone to take care of, and understand his wishes and requests.

[Fuscontidox]

Owner: Fuscontidox
Horse's Name:
Height: 15.3hh
Gender: Mare
Rarity: Uncommon
Bad Personality Description:
Favorite Color:
And Why?:
How Have You Tamed Him/Her?:

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