[HorseJess]

It did not take me that long to make him. I left the tab open while I studied. >3<

This gorgeous man is a buckskin sabino. o3o
I like him quite a bit, so I want to see effort in your forms. Feel free to fluff up your forms with fontmeme.

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The Extra section is for a poem, history, short story, art, etc.

[HorseJess]

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[Maple;]

Username: Imagine Dragons
ACE Name: Ginager
Age: 5
Gender: Stallion
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Personality: Sweet, caring, kind
art:WIP

[HorseJess]

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[iWonder]

Username:Machenza (You may call me Kitty)

ACE Name:Griff

Age:Four years, four years of frigid weather and ice plowing into his thick fur

Gender: Stallion

Height: 11 hands at the withers, 13 at the forelock

Personality:Frisky and likes to dug holes in the ice for other ACEs to fall into, Did I mention that he's a prankster? When he fancies a (Mare/doe?) he hunts for a flower to bring back. He enjoys sleeping, and chasing birds, he likes to play tag with younger AHH.

Story:
Griff galloped across the frozen grass, stopping every so often the inspect a flower.
After a few more hours of searching he plucked up a violet flower that had just bloomed, Darting back to the herd and back to Fon. Fon was the Mare he fancied at the time, as he approached the dun he whinnied joyously. Fon jerked her head up from licking ice, she turned her back to him and snorted. Griff cocked his head and walked closer, Fon kicked him in the chest. He reared, dropping the flower he had worked so hard to find. Fon turned around as his feet landed on the ground with a hollow thump. She snorted and pinned her ears, evidently she had met a better, and stronger male someplace. Griff backed away with his head low, and disappointment in his heart. He turned and ran towards his friend, Herken. Herken consoled him, rubbing her muzzle on his withers, secretly wanting to have him bring her a flower. But alas, he only saw her as a foal-hood friend. He drew back looking her in the eyes, he saw her longing and returned her care, realizing that this was the mare...

Years later of being happy mates and foals grown, they went on a little adventure together. As they walked they talked about the many good times, mean while... Klid stood nearby, seeming to melt into the landscape with his white coat. His plan was almost complete, he knew that the pair took this same route and walked on the same sides of each other. Klid was angry, why? Years ago when he had decided that Herken and he were to be mates, his mate grew jealous and left him. His mate's name was Fon.

Suddenly Herken fell through the ice, into the frigid water, squealing as she tried to get out of the ice hole, It was only big enough to get in and not vice versa. Griff watched helplessly as she disappeared beneath the water, Griff stood there. Staring and the water froze over, Klid neighed wickedly, blowing his cover. Griff slowly raised his head, he recognized the stallion. Snorting angrily her lowered his head and charged at Klid.
~nasty gory part~
Griff tossed Klid's lifeless body away, stomping and snorting. Griff turned and went back to the herd to tell them what had occurred.