[G.L'S]

Owner: SerenWish
Name: Tough Shot ("Pistol")
Age: PPS (For Now)
Gender: Colt
Personality: Pistol is quite the little firecracker, and he's not afraid to show it! He's stubborn and determined to make his own decisions, and he doesn't care if it frustrates you!
He's got a well-placed heart though- he wants to make others happy, but he wants to do it his way. He never backs down from a challenge and always does what he feels is right- and doesn't like admitting when what he thought was right was wrong! His tenacity does aid him in his interactions- with his cute looks and spunky personality, he's quite the little charmer!
Story:

The sunlight beat down like the hot, heavy gaze of a stalking lion, its singular glowing eye fixed on landscape and beast alike. Scrubby plants gripped at the dry soil with roots clawing for some drop of moisture or speck of nutrient, and even the ground was cracked with the heat. Mesas rose in the distance like the backs of tall mares and stallions, laid down to rest in the desert sun, and never woke up again. Scrub-trees and cacti reached into a sky that was bluer than the wildflowers that only bloomed for a few hours after that rare gem of a rainstorm- none of which would come this day, or any time soon. It was only the sweltering heat that they could have.

The only thing that didn't seem to be affected by the heat was a cloud of dust coming from inside a paddock, behind rails of hewn wood and tough nails. The dust cloud grew and settled, moving about in the center of the enclosure, the occassional long leg or pricked ear visible to anyone standing within eye-sight- but of course, the glaring eye of the sun above could see everything.

He could see the scampering creature of leg and neck, the way he tossed his white-splotched face and whisked his little broom-like tail. The colt was agitated, stirred up, and nothing short of a familiar whinny was going to calm him down! He let out a little nicker, and blasted out from his cloud of stirred-up dust, cantering alongside the rails as he peered out at the other paddocks, pastures, and barn sheds that were sat down in the middle of the desert. He could see a few other backs of grazing horses, but not one of them was familiar- not one of them was the right one!

He whirled back, galloping at a diagonal. Where was she? She had to come back, right? Eventually? How many days had it been? Had a week passed yet? A month? He just didn't know anymore! The colt tucked in his head and bucked angrily, pinning back his ears as he breathed heavily, looking upset as he stood alone in the paddock.

"Pistol, what's yer rushin' fer?" The old, cracked nicker of an aged mule alerted him, the long-eared creature blinking calmly at him while he lounged next to the colt's fence. The mule was always walking away from his hitching post or stall, but no one seemed to care- he never wandered off, and he never caused trouble. "Rushin' about and kickin' up a big ol' fuss won't make her come back any faster! She's only been gone fer a few minutes!"

The colt snorted darkly, looking hurt as he snapped his teeth at his elder. "Shut it, Salt Lick!" Salt's past owner hadn't gotten fancy with the name, but it suited the old mule- after all, it was his favorite treat. The grizzled equine blinked, barely batting an eyelash at the foal's snapping comeback. It was all nerves talking- all the foals who were slowly being weaned away from their dam's side acted like this. "Now Now, calm down, Wild Card."

"Salt Lick, I'm not Wild Card!"
"Oh, Ah'm sorry, I always get ya mixed up with yer brother, Joker."
"My name ain't-isn't- Joker!" The other creature (who was beginning to become infuriating to the foal) brayed quietly in amusement. "Oh, Ah know, Ah was just makin' sure you knew who you were!"
The painted colt blew loudly, pinning his ears back before looking away. "I want her to come back...."
"Ah know. Sayin' goodbye to yer dam is the hardest thing that a foal has ta do. But it'll get better- soon ya'll be wantin' ta leave! You'll have trainin' and new, young horses to be with. Ya'll love it."

"I don't think so." The colt replied stubbornly, looking away with that trying-to-be-tough look on his face, that all scared little fillies and colts had when they realized that they have to move on to different pastures one day. His little tail twitched to and fro, the only outward sight of those nerves, before he exploded into another set of bucks, trying to cast off the nervous energy like a bad rider. He trotted in a circle afterward, before lowering his head and blowing out a sigh of contentment- he'd nearly depleted all his spare energy- and that was saying a lot for this particular colt.

The mule quietly bared his teeth at this sight, and he and the colt remained quietly before he softly spoke again to the defeated-looking colt. "Ya'll love it. Being with the young-folk."
The mule raised his head as his delicate ears pricked forward at the sound of steady hoofbeats approaching. "But enjoy yer time with her now." The old bay creature turned away, strolling lazily down towards the watering trough, the sweet whinny of a colt seeing his dam reaching his still-pricked ears as he chuckled with a soft nickering tone. "Young colts..."

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The air was cool, and the sky was painted in a rainbow of muted golds, pinks, purples, scarlets, and blues. A few stars were beginning to peek out from their covers, and begin to glow in the indigo sky overhead- the mesas were like the silhouettes of the sleeping herd, and it was quiet.

A creature of leg and neck, his white patched glowing faint and ghost-like in the fading light against his earth-colored coat, wearily walked along the rails of the paddock he had just been let into. It was the paddock of his youth- well, his foalhood, anyway. He certainly wasn't old yet! But he felt like it today. Pushing yourself past your limit was hard work. Stretching those muscles to push past every other horse out there... he blew quietly, shaking his mid-length mane, as he quietly made his was over to the corner of the paddock, under a scrub-tree. There, lay a rock. A rock with little flecks of mineral salt in it- an old memory.

The stallion lowered his head to touch his muzzle to the rock, saying in a soft, husky voice, deep like a far-off rumbling of thunder. "I had my first competition today. I...I won, Salt Lick." The stallion raised his head, blue eyes cast towards the sun retreating over the horizon. "You were right, you know? About everything. I do love it." He sighed quietly, looking out at the lonely, rather empty- seeming desert, as he said in a hushed voice. "I hope you love where you are now." His tail floated quietly in an evening breeze, as the paint stallion remained silhouetted by the sunset, a warm nickering bray sounding in his ears, along with the dust trail of memories spread out before him.

Notes: AH I WENT OVER. 1,129. If you need me to delete I can... I know it's not a great story, rather simple, but I wanted to do something to build his character a bit.

[ty_tay]

Owner: ty_tay
Name: Dust in the Desert (Dez)
Age (PPS or adult): 1 yr (not pps)
Gender: male
Personality: Dez is very timid. He doesn't know how to defend himself and is usually a loner.
Story:

Dez galloped away as fast as his legs could carry him. I cant let them catch me! He glanced back to see if they were gone but they wern't. The wolves were closing in on him. Dez cried out hoping that someone, anyone, would hear his pleas, "HELP! Wolves!"

"Silence you little whelp!" The alpha snarled, "No one is around to help you!"

Dez had been cornered. No. I don't want to end up like the others... Looking around for an escape Dez began to lose hope.

The wolves began to close in on Dez all the while snarling, laughing and licking their chops.

Dez closed his eyes hoping that it would all be over soon. He waited for the wolves, but when they didn't come he opened his eyes to see two stallions chasing away the wolves.

A third stallion nudged Dez. "Are you ok?"

Dez nodded and timidly asked, "Who are you?"

The stallion chuckled. "My name is Advetian. The other two are Charger and Phantom... What's your name? And what were you doing being chased by wolves?"

Hestantly Dez answered, "My name is Dez and... Those wolves killed my mother...And the rest of my herd... They were going to kill me next, but you saved me."

Advetian looked at Dez with mournful eyes, "I'm sorry about your mother... You're welcome to come with us. At least you'll be safe that way."

Dez nodded, "Thank you."


Advetian, Charger, and Phantom belong to me.

And heres a quick sketch of Dez with my other cottonwood horses
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[siennacereal]

Owner: Ticket Mastr
Name: Ciniema
Age (PPS or adult): Adult
Gender: male
Personality: Sweet, caring, funny, timid
Story: (this story is in first person )

I walked along a long and lonly dirt road. All of a suden i was surounded by giant stallions. " Why are you here?!" i heard the biggest one ask. "Uhhh... j-just passing b-by." i studered feeling like a tiny colt compared to them. "Very well" he said as they scatered making a small pasage. I kept walking as they loomed around me. I was on my way again when i looked back. What i saw was a beutiful bay mare. It seemed as if her blue eyes looked straight through my soul. Then the stalions pushed her away into the woods. "Let me go!" she shreiked. I had to save her... but how? I siglently followed watching them. They came to a large clearing and then all of them but, the mare and two stallions, ran off. This was my chance. I came closer and got her atetion. She watched me then i yelled "RUN!!". She dashed tworads me and we ran as fast as we could. The two satllions ran after us. "Follow me." i told her. She noded and i galoped straight towards a large cliff. The stallions where right behind us and then we made a sharp turn. The stalions fell right over the edge. I gave a whiney of happiness and the mare said "My names Dreamer". I replied with my name " Im Cinema"

I hope it not to long

[G.L'S]

^ Its fine, as long as you're under 1,000 words (which you are)

[SerenWish]

Owner: SerenWish
Name: Tough Shot ("Pistol")
Age: PPS (For Now)
Gender: Colt
Personality: Pistol is quite the little firecracker, and he's not afraid to show it! He's stubborn and determined to make his own decisions, and he doesn't care if it frustrates you!
He's got a well-placed heart though- he wants to make others happy, but he wants to do it his way. He never backs down from a challenge and always does what he feels is right- and doesn't like admitting when what he thought was right was wrong! His tenacity does aid him in his interactions- with his cute looks and spunky personality, he's quite the little charmer!
Story:

The sunlight beat down like the hot, heavy gaze of a stalking lion, its singular glowing eye fixed on landscape and beast alike. Scrubby plants gripped at the dry soil with roots clawing for some drop of moisture or speck of nutrient, and even the ground was cracked with the heat. Mesas rose in the distance like the backs of tall mares and stallions, laid down to rest in the desert sun, and never woke up again. Scrub-trees and cacti reached into a sky that was bluer than the wildflowers that only bloomed for a few hours after that rare gem of a rainstorm- none of which would come this day, or any time soon. It was only the sweltering heat that they could have.

The only thing that didn't seem to be affected by the heat was a cloud of dust coming from inside a paddock, behind rails of hewn wood and tough nails. The dust cloud grew and settled, moving about in the center of the enclosure, the occassional long leg or pricked ear visible to anyone standing within eye-sight- but of course, the glaring eye of the sun above could see everything.

He could see the scampering creature of leg and neck, the way he tossed his white-splotched face and whisked his little broom-like tail. The colt was agitated, stirred up, and nothing short of a familiar whinny was going to calm him down! He let out a little nicker, and blasted out from his cloud of stirred-up dust, cantering alongside the rails as he peered out at the other paddocks, pastures, and barn sheds that were sat down in the middle of the desert. He could see a few other backs of grazing horses, but not one of them was familiar- not one of them was the right one!

He whirled back, galloping at a diagonal. Where was she? She had to come back, right? Eventually? How many days had it been? Had a week passed yet? A month? He just didn't know anymore! The colt tucked in his head and bucked angrily, pinning back his ears as he breathed heavily, looking upset as he stood alone in the paddock.

"Pistol, what's yer rushin' fer?" The old, cracked nicker of an aged mule alerted him, the long-eared creature blinking calmly at him while he lounged next to the colt's fence. The mule was always walking away from his hitching post or stall, but no one seemed to care- he never wandered off, and he never caused trouble. "Rushin' about and kickin' up a big ol' fuss won't make her come back any faster! She's only been gone fer a few minutes!"

The colt snorted darkly, looking hurt as he snapped his teeth at his elder. "Shut it, Salt Lick!" Salt's past owner hadn't gotten fancy with the name, but it suited the old mule- after all, it was his favorite treat. The grizzled equine blinked, barely batting an eyelash at the foal's snapping comeback. It was all nerves talking- all the foals who were slowly being weaned away from their dam's side acted like this. "Now Now, calm down, Wild Card."

"Salt Lick, I'm not Wild Card!"
"Oh, Ah'm sorry, I always get ya mixed up with yer brother, Joker."
"My name ain't-isn't- Joker!" The other creature (who was beginning to become infuriating to the foal) brayed quietly in amusement. "Oh, Ah know, Ah was just makin' sure you knew who you were!"
The painted colt blew loudly, pinning his ears back before looking away. "I want her to come back...."
"Ah know. Sayin' goodbye to yer dam is the hardest thing that a foal has ta do. But it'll get better- soon ya'll be wantin' ta leave! You'll have trainin' and new, young horses to be with. Ya'll love it."

"I don't think so." The colt replied stubbornly, looking away with that trying-to-be-tough look on his face, that all scared little fillies and colts had when they realized that they have to move on to different pastures one day. His little tail twitched to and fro, the only outward sight of those nerves, before he exploded into another set of bucks, trying to cast off the nervous energy like a bad rider. He trotted in a circle afterward, before lowering his head and blowing out a sigh of contentment- he'd nearly depleted all his spare energy- and that was saying a lot for this particular colt.

The mule quietly bared his teeth at this sight, and he and the colt remained quietly before he softly spoke again to the defeated-looking colt. "Ya'll love it. Being with the young-folk."
The mule raised his head as his delicate ears pricked forward at the sound of steady hoofbeats approaching. "But enjoy yer time with her now." The old bay creature turned away, strolling lazily down towards the watering trough, the sweet whinny of a colt seeing his dam reaching his still-pricked ears as he chuckled with a soft nickering tone. "Young colts..."

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The air was cool, and the sky was painted in a rainbow of muted golds, pinks, purples, scarlets, and blues. A few stars were beginning to peek out from their covers, and begin to glow in the indigo sky overhead- the mesas were like the silhouettes of the sleeping herd, and it was quiet.

A creature of leg and neck, his white patched glowing faint and ghost-like in the fading light against his earth-colored coat, wearily walked along the rails of the paddock he had just been let into. It was the paddock of his youth- well, his foalhood, anyway. He certainly wasn't old yet! But he felt like it today. Pushing yourself past your limit was hard work. Stretching those muscles to push past every other horse out there... he blew quietly, shaking his mid-length mane, as he quietly made his was over to the corner of the paddock, under a scrub-tree. There, lay a rock. A rock with little flecks of mineral salt in it- an old memory.

The stallion lowered his head to touch his muzzle to the rock, saying in a soft, husky voice, deep like a far-off rumbling of thunder. "I had my first competition today. I...I won, Salt Lick." The stallion raised his head, blue eyes cast towards the sun retreating over the horizon. "You were right, you know? About everything. I do love it." He sighed quietly, looking out at the lonely, rather empty- seeming desert, as he said in a hushed voice. "I hope you love where you are now." His tail floated quietly in an evening breeze, as the paint stallion remained silhouetted by the sunset, a warm nickering bray sounding in his ears, along with the dust trail of memories spread out before him.

Notes: AH I WENT OVER. 1,129. If you need me to delete I can... I know it's not a great story, rather simple, but I wanted to do something to build his character a bit.

[G.L'S]

^ its ok you don't need to change it. I just put it up so no one submits novels
I'm closing new forms on the 31st

[G.L'S]

2 days left.

[G.L'S]

Owner: SerenWish
Name: Tough Shot ("Pistol")
Age: PPS (For Now)
Gender: Colt
Personality: Pistol is quite the little firecracker, and he's not afraid to show it! He's stubborn and determined to make his own decisions, and he doesn't care if it frustrates you!
He's got a well-placed heart though- he wants to make others happy, but he wants to do it his way. He never backs down from a challenge and always does what he feels is right- and doesn't like admitting when what he thought was right was wrong! His tenacity does aid him in his interactions- with his cute looks and spunky personality, he's quite the little charmer!
Story:

The sunlight beat down like the hot, heavy gaze of a stalking lion, its singular glowing eye fixed on landscape and beast alike. Scrubby plants gripped at the dry soil with roots clawing for some drop of moisture or speck of nutrient, and even the ground was cracked with the heat. Mesas rose in the distance like the backs of tall mares and stallions, laid down to rest in the desert sun, and never woke up again. Scrub-trees and cacti reached into a sky that was bluer than the wildflowers that only bloomed for a few hours after that rare gem of a rainstorm- none of which would come this day, or any time soon. It was only the sweltering heat that they could have.

The only thing that didn't seem to be affected by the heat was a cloud of dust coming from inside a paddock, behind rails of hewn wood and tough nails. The dust cloud grew and settled, moving about in the center of the enclosure, the occassional long leg or pricked ear visible to anyone standing within eye-sight- but of course, the glaring eye of the sun above could see everything.

He could see the scampering creature of leg and neck, the way he tossed his white-splotched face and whisked his little broom-like tail. The colt was agitated, stirred up, and nothing short of a familiar whinny was going to calm him down! He let out a little nicker, and blasted out from his cloud of stirred-up dust, cantering alongside the rails as he peered out at the other paddocks, pastures, and barn sheds that were sat down in the middle of the desert. He could see a few other backs of grazing horses, but not one of them was familiar- not one of them was the right one!

He whirled back, galloping at a diagonal. Where was she? She had to come back, right? Eventually? How many days had it been? Had a week passed yet? A month? He just didn't know anymore! The colt tucked in his head and bucked angrily, pinning back his ears as he breathed heavily, looking upset as he stood alone in the paddock.

"Pistol, what's yer rushin' fer?" The old, cracked nicker of an aged mule alerted him, the long-eared creature blinking calmly at him while he lounged next to the colt's fence. The mule was always walking away from his hitching post or stall, but no one seemed to care- he never wandered off, and he never caused trouble. "Rushin' about and kickin' up a big ol' fuss won't make her come back any faster! She's only been gone fer a few minutes!"

The colt snorted darkly, looking hurt as he snapped his teeth at his elder. "Shut it, Salt Lick!" Salt's past owner hadn't gotten fancy with the name, but it suited the old mule- after all, it was his favorite treat. The grizzled equine blinked, barely batting an eyelash at the foal's snapping comeback. It was all nerves talking- all the foals who were slowly being weaned away from their dam's side acted like this. "Now Now, calm down, Wild Card."

"Salt Lick, I'm not Wild Card!"
"Oh, Ah'm sorry, I always get ya mixed up with yer brother, Joker."
"My name ain't-isn't- Joker!" The other creature (who was beginning to become infuriating to the foal) brayed quietly in amusement. "Oh, Ah know, Ah was just makin' sure you knew who you were!"
The painted colt blew loudly, pinning his ears back before looking away. "I want her to come back...."
"Ah know. Sayin' goodbye to yer dam is the hardest thing that a foal has ta do. But it'll get better- soon ya'll be wantin' ta leave! You'll have trainin' and new, young horses to be with. Ya'll love it."

"I don't think so." The colt replied stubbornly, looking away with that trying-to-be-tough look on his face, that all scared little fillies and colts had when they realized that they have to move on to different pastures one day. His little tail twitched to and fro, the only outward sight of those nerves, before he exploded into another set of bucks, trying to cast off the nervous energy like a bad rider. He trotted in a circle afterward, before lowering his head and blowing out a sigh of contentment- he'd nearly depleted all his spare energy- and that was saying a lot for this particular colt.

The mule quietly bared his teeth at this sight, and he and the colt remained quietly before he softly spoke again to the defeated-looking colt. "Ya'll love it. Being with the young-folk."
The mule raised his head as his delicate ears pricked forward at the sound of steady hoofbeats approaching. "But enjoy yer time with her now." The old bay creature turned away, strolling lazily down towards the watering trough, the sweet whinny of a colt seeing his dam reaching his still-pricked ears as he chuckled with a soft nickering tone. "Young colts..."

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The air was cool, and the sky was painted in a rainbow of muted golds, pinks, purples, scarlets, and blues. A few stars were beginning to peek out from their covers, and begin to glow in the indigo sky overhead- the mesas were like the silhouettes of the sleeping herd, and it was quiet.

A creature of leg and neck, his white patched glowing faint and ghost-like in the fading light against his earth-colored coat, wearily walked along the rails of the paddock he had just been let into. It was the paddock of his youth- well, his foalhood, anyway. He certainly wasn't old yet! But he felt like it today. Pushing yourself past your limit was hard work. Stretching those muscles to push past every other horse out there... he blew quietly, shaking his mid-length mane, as he quietly made his was over to the corner of the paddock, under a scrub-tree. There, lay a rock. A rock with little flecks of mineral salt in it- an old memory.

The stallion lowered his head to touch his muzzle to the rock, saying in a soft, husky voice, deep like a far-off rumbling of thunder. "I had my first competition today. I...I won, Salt Lick." The stallion raised his head, blue eyes cast towards the sun retreating over the horizon. "You were right, you know? About everything. I do love it." He sighed quietly, looking out at the lonely, rather empty- seeming desert, as he said in a hushed voice. "I hope you love where you are now." His tail floated quietly in an evening breeze, as the paint stallion remained silhouetted by the sunset, a warm nickering bray sounding in his ears, along with the dust trail of memories spread out before him.

Notes: AH I WENT OVER. 1,129. If you need me to delete I can... I know it's not a great story, rather simple, but I wanted to do something to build his character a bit.

He's yours

[SerenWish]

Yay! Thank you so much!