It was really tough to decide a winner, but I fell in love with him in this one <3
I feel like i'd take a very detected mare to love him too :)
I feel like i'd take a very detected mare to love him too :)
Ralonica wrote:haUsername: Ralonica
Horse Name & meaning: (ending in "-us") Cassius (meaning 'empty' or 'hollow', quite the strange opposite to Cassius' personality.)
Height: 14.3hh
Gender: Stallion
Quirks & Hobbies: Cassius is a stallion who you simply cannot describe in a few words. Small and curious, he is intensly fascinated by the most mundane and ordinary things around him. He's the sort of stallion who doesn't live up to the meaning of his name, and is nothing like his parents. When he introduces himself, more learned Mustangs would question him, asking him about it, saying "but your name means 'empty', doesn't it?", in a suspicious tone, like he is some sort of villain, planning their deaths as they speak, being very 'hollow' and 'empty' of emotions. But when Cassius is asked that question, he merely grins, and says "Yes, that's right. Couldn't be more correct." with a little flick of his tail for emphasis.
It would be almost impossible to number the quirks and odd habits he has, as he has so many of them. The most clear and strange one, though, would probably be the burning passion and curiosity he has for sand. Yes, sand, you heard right. It really fascinates him how it piles into dunes, and how it is so plentiful, and acts like one single body but is really tiny little grains. He wonders how many individual grains there are, in a sand dune, in the whole desert, and he wonders if sand dunes actually stay in the same place until they are worn down to level ground, or if they gradually move to the will of the wind. It also fascinates him how sand can be whipped up into big whirling colums of wind, and how it can be flung through the air at lightning speed, to sting your coat when it comes into harsh contact. To try and discover more, Cassius likes to stay away from the oasises, keeping at the boundaries, while he tries to plow down monstrous sand dunes, climb up onto the sandy peaks, and most of all, lie still, oh so ever still, so that the gentle breeze shifts the sands so they pepper his body, eventually covering parts of his legs. He has been known to lie in the sands for days, even, until the burning desire for water and shelter and food overcome him and he leaps up from his sandy blanket, weak, thirsty and famished, but with his passion for sand never lessened, so he takes to the dunes yet again.
Rarity: Uncommon