[vak]

username: ɴᴏᴠᴀᴋ.
show name: from within a crossroad.
barn name: huxley, meaning 'inhospitable place'.
gender: mare
story: the legend of the crossroad demon is fairly well known in the south, often used to preach the lesson of relying on yourself to achieve what you desire most rather than choose the easy way out. many variants of the legend float about but the most widely accepted version is as follows; a person fills a compact box with differing yet rather specific objects to summon the demon, one of the most recognizable being a picture of themself, before sealing and buring said box in the center of a crossroad. if preformed correctly the demon will appear and grant to you anything you may desire with the promise of returning in ten years time to collect their payment, a kiss is then used to seal the contract. once a contract is made at the crossroad, the demon will linger there for the rest of eternity, awaiting news to spread of it's whereabouts so that more fools may come and strike a deal. the reason this is told to you is simple; someone struck a contract.
now, the deal was a man's, a simple man who worked for a stable positioned directly adjacent the crossroad, the drive of the stable actually being one of the four prongs of the road. it had been a casual dare from two of the other stable employees - the duo having not believed the man's stories of the crossroads - and, quite reluctantly, the man had agreed to preform the summoning if only to prevent them from doing so themselves. he'd used an old saddle oil box, filling it neatly with the required items and sealing it before stowing it beneath the gravel of the road and waiting.
from the loft of the barn the two younger stablehands observed with disbelieving eyes. within seconds a woman could be seen sauntering from within the forest over to the man, a predatory look in the way she walked. the demeanors of the lads shifted from joyous to indescribably horrified in those few seconds it took the woman to cover the ground separating her from the old man. they could do nothing as she circled their co-worker and whispered promises to him. they heard not a word of the conversation between man and demon but knew instantly when the contract had been sealed; a brief kiss being shared out on the crossroad. the man strode up along the way to the barn rather quickly, rapidly putting distance between himself and the woman, the duo met him halfway. they questioned him throughout the night exactly what he had wished for without as much as the bat of an eyelash in response until the first rays of dawn shone through the cracks of the barn walls. the man turned to them cautiously and breathed out simply, "a horse".
obviously both younger stablehands were curious as to why, but the elder never elaborated, instead he asked for them to keep their eyes out for any unusual equine. the day passed as normal, save for the anxious aura surrounding the two stablehands, and not the slightest hint of the horse was spotted. that is, until night fell once again. one of the stablehands had clambered into the loft to fetch more hay and happened to glance out to the crossroad. there stood a pale mare highlighted by the gentle glow of the moon above, head hidden behind a blanket of darkness, stockstill in the center of the crossroad and seemingly gazing right at the barn's open doors. he rushed to inform the other two of the discovery.
cautiously, the trio made their way up the gravel drive to meet the mare. she was smaller than she had appeared from the loft but still generally larger than the men. her head remained little more than a sillhouette in the dull moonlight but it was clear as day the absence of her ears, the dark points pinned low behind her head as they approached. he who made the deal stepped forward and made his name known to the beast, it's dark ears raising from their flattened state but otherwise no movement was shown. the man pulled a dark halter across the head, fumbling slightly in the dark, and began to lead the mare to the barn on trembling legs.
the mare did not appreciate being confined to the barn and so the man placed her in a close paddock. she was content in the night - possibly because she seemed to be born from it - and would cause chaos if not released into the night's embrace daily, moved indoors before the sun's rays could catch her coat. there was a distinct hate of the day within the mare, unexplainable by any other than the man, she was drawn to the darkness as if she were one with it. the pale white of her coat made it impossible for her to hide herself completely in shadow, which wasn't the most terrible thing. despite the terrible personality she held, the mare was beautiful; her strides graceful and physique pristine, perfectly crafted to the point she became considered a piece of walking art. many people travelled to the little backroad barn just to ogle at the untamable beast of the night.
to say the mare's personality was harsh would be an understatement, she was completely terrible in every way possible. she was ill-tempered, lashing out at people and equines alike in violent ways, and thus separated from all others to avoid unnecessary contact or accidents. she was untrusting, nasty, and overall the type you'd want to avoid no matter the cost. the only one who could keep the mare controlled was the man, until his untimely passing on the ten year anniversary of the mare's arrival to the stable. the two younger stablehands had grown over the past ten years but remained working at the barn if only to see if the storys held true, which they obviously did. they often noted that the mare hadn't aged a day, her teeth still telling she was of roughly five years and completely baffling each vet who passed by to examine her. many attempts were made to rid the stable of the horse - the owner could sell her to a barn halfway across the world and the next night she would be returned to her paddock, gazing toward the crossroad with knowing eyes - but each was foiled by the mare's return. no one could approach her safely anymore, no one could send her away, she remained stuck to the stable's grounds and stared out toward the crossroad.

[sorry about the story bit being so long and the font size, i can't seem to read it very well if it is of normal size.]

[bears]

I'm a little late judging this, but it's now closed for judging.

[bears]

username: ɴᴏᴠᴀᴋ.
show name: from within a crossroad.
barn name: huxley, meaning 'inhospitable place'.
gender: mare
story: the legend of the crossroad demon is fairly well known in the south, often used to preach the lesson of relying on yourself to achieve what you desire most rather than choose the easy way out. many variants of the legend float about but the most widely accepted version is as follows; a person fills a compact box with differing yet rather specific objects to summon the demon, one of the most recognizable being a picture of themself, before sealing and buring said box in the center of a crossroad. if preformed correctly the demon will appear and grant to you anything you may desire with the promise of returning in ten years time to collect their payment, a kiss is then used to seal the contract. once a contract is made at the crossroad, the demon will linger there for the rest of eternity, awaiting news to spread of it's whereabouts so that more fools may come and strike a deal. the reason this is told to you is simple; someone struck a contract.
now, the deal was a man's, a simple man who worked for a stable positioned directly adjacent the crossroad, the drive of the stable actually being one of the four prongs of the road. it had been a casual dare from two of the other stable employees - the duo having not believed the man's stories of the crossroads - and, quite reluctantly, the man had agreed to preform the summoning if only to prevent them from doing so themselves. he'd used an old saddle oil box, filling it neatly with the required items and sealing it before stowing it beneath the gravel of the road and waiting.
from the loft of the barn the two younger stablehands observed with disbelieving eyes. within seconds a woman could be seen sauntering from within the forest over to the man, a predatory look in the way she walked. the demeanors of the lads shifted from joyous to indescribably horrified in those few seconds it took the woman to cover the ground separating her from the old man. they could do nothing as she circled their co-worker and whispered promises to him. they heard not a word of the conversation between man and demon but knew instantly when the contract had been sealed; a brief kiss being shared out on the crossroad. the man strode up along the way to the barn rather quickly, rapidly putting distance between himself and the woman, the duo met him halfway. they questioned him throughout the night exactly what he had wished for without as much as the bat of an eyelash in response until the first rays of dawn shone through the cracks of the barn walls. the man turned to them cautiously and breathed out simply, "a horse".
obviously both younger stablehands were curious as to why, but the elder never elaborated, instead he asked for them to keep their eyes out for any unusual equine. the day passed as normal, save for the anxious aura surrounding the two stablehands, and not the slightest hint of the horse was spotted. that is, until night fell once again. one of the stablehands had clambered into the loft to fetch more hay and happened to glance out to the crossroad. there stood a pale mare highlighted by the gentle glow of the moon above, head hidden behind a blanket of darkness, stockstill in the center of the crossroad and seemingly gazing right at the barn's open doors. he rushed to inform the other two of the discovery.
cautiously, the trio made their way up the gravel drive to meet the mare. she was smaller than she had appeared from the loft but still generally larger than the men. her head remained little more than a sillhouette in the dull moonlight but it was clear as day the absence of her ears, the dark points pinned low behind her head as they approached. he who made the deal stepped forward and made his name known to the beast, it's dark ears raising from their flattened state but otherwise no movement was shown. the man pulled a dark halter across the head, fumbling slightly in the dark, and began to lead the mare to the barn on trembling legs.
the mare did not appreciate being confined to the barn and so the man placed her in a close paddock. she was content in the night - possibly because she seemed to be born from it - and would cause chaos if not released into the night's embrace daily, moved indoors before the sun's rays could catch her coat. there was a distinct hate of the day within the mare, unexplainable by any other than the man, she was drawn to the darkness as if she were one with it. the pale white of her coat made it impossible for her to hide herself completely in shadow, which wasn't the most terrible thing. despite the terrible personality she held, the mare was beautiful; her strides graceful and physique pristine, perfectly crafted to the point she became considered a piece of walking art. many people travelled to the little backroad barn just to ogle at the untamable beast of the night.
to say the mare's personality was harsh would be an understatement, she was completely terrible in every way possible. she was ill-tempered, lashing out at people and equines alike in violent ways, and thus separated from all others to avoid unnecessary contact or accidents. she was untrusting, nasty, and overall the type you'd want to avoid no matter the cost. the only one who could keep the mare controlled was the man, until his untimely passing on the ten year anniversary of the mare's arrival to the stable. the two younger stablehands had grown over the past ten years but remained working at the barn if only to see if the storys held true, which they obviously did. they often noted that the mare hadn't aged a day, her teeth still telling she was of roughly five years and completely baffling each vet who passed by to examine her. many attempts were made to rid the stable of the horse - the owner could sell her to a barn halfway across the world and the next night she would be returned to her paddock, gazing toward the crossroad with knowing eyes - but each was foiled by the mare's return. no one could approach her safely anymore, no one could send her away, she remained stuck to the stable's grounds and stared out toward the crossroad.

[sorry about the story bit being so long and the font size, i can't seem to read it very well if it is of normal size.]

congrats!

[vak]

oh jeez, thank you <3