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To win this beauty boy you'll have to give him the name of a warrior, and then write a story about him going into battle or being heroic. The story can be written however you want, it can be like an excerpt from a book, or a movie or any other way you can think of doing it.

Please do not post picture (art of the horse is the exception), or make your form have any special moving parts or anything like that. You can changr the color and alignment of the form, but nothing too fancy please.

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b] Stallion
[b]Breed:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Hieght:[/b]
[b]Color:[/b] Buckskin Overo
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Story:[/b]
[b]Other:[/b]

[.:CrazyLove:.]

Username:
.:CrazyLove:.
Name:
Gyspsy Outcast (Out Cast)
Gender:
Stallion
Breed:
APH
Age:
7 years
Hieght:
16.1 HH
Color:
Buckskin Overo
Personality:

Story:

Other:

[Saren]

Username: Shaded with Patience
Name: Drengr (Old Norse for Warrior)
Gender: Stallion
Breed: American Paint Horse
Age: 5 years
Height: 16.2hh
Colour: Buckskin Overo
Personality: Edgy and irritable, you don't want to get too close to this horse. He has a tendency to nip and buck, and his hooves can inflict terrible damage when he is provoked. This would make him a good horse for battle, except for the fact that he lacks discipline. He is, however, loyal and courageous.
Story: set in WWI
My rider, he knew it was coming.
He had me tacked up and ready to go. His comrades laughed at him, told him to lighten up. There won't be an attack tonight, they told him. Not after last night. But he was stubborn, and he tacked me up anyway before putting on his own uniform and getting his gun.
And then the bomb hit.
It was quite far away, but the vibrations traveled up my legs and rattled my teeth. I whinnied and sidestepped, and my rider leapt on to me while his comrades were still scrambling for their uniform and tack. He landed heavily, and I flattened my ears and twisted to let him know how uncomfortable it was to carry him. He patted my neck. Easy, boy, he told me. Just calm down.
I snorted. His legs squeezed my sides; gently, but it was enough. I bolted. Out of the stable, past the campfires and tents. I could see the enemy swarming over the hill, their riders pushing them ever faster. With another whinny, I reared and charged.
I don't quite remember what happened after that. I vaguely remember the rush of blood that greeted me, the sharp pain that seared my forelegs when a dying rider slashed at them-I think I may have killed him outright-, the screams of the enemy.
My next memory is of myself, riderless and alone. The ground was littered with the bodies of the dead, blood staining the once-green grass.
I whinnied.
No reply.
No movement.
Nothing.

Until I heard a cough. My ears pricked. Drengr, croaked a familiar voice. Drengr, come here.
I picked my way through the bodies, shying away at the reek of blood. My rider lay trapped underneath the body of a black mare. A pretty mare, and young. I sniffed at her. No reaction.
A pair of bloody hands grasped my mane. I started up. My rider had wound his fingers into the short, coarse hair and was using it to pull himself up.
I understood. I moved around to the rear of him and let him grasp my mane once again. He winced as I pulled backwards, slowly but surely dragging him from beneath the mare. It was exhausting. He was heavy.
But soon he was out. I lay down, let him drag himself across my back, then walked back across No-Man's Land.
The medics swarmed around me, busying themselves with the man I loved.
And for once, I stood utterly still.
Other: none.

[Eremite]

Username
~Country~
Name
Like Clockwork (Clockwork)
Gender
Stallion
Breed
American Paint Horse (APH)
Age
5 years 8 months
Height
16.2 Hands
Color
Buckskin Overo
Personality
Clockwork is very strict and like everything to work just like and excuse the intentional pun, clockwork. He is always on time even for the littlest of things. At times he is fun to hang around with at other times he is like a military nanny. He likes older mature horses, not a big fan of foals and silly little games. He is always ontop of everything and very alert. He is kind to his rider and his children but no so very appealing to other when he greets them.
Story
The story takes place in 1862

Beginning
The sky opens up rain falling down to earth Rain...I've always hated it, throwing everything out of rythm.. Clockwork thought of himself, his peaceful mind shook as a bomb went off followed by gunfire rippling through the air War... I swear it never ends.. He thought as he settled back down. His pace was slowly as he moved through the fog. Snorting as Benjamin his ride gave him a gentle kick to go faster "Hurry up, I'd like to get out of rain my friend." He said speaking to the horse as if he was a human. Clockwork eased into a quick trot as they found a turn. Hooves clacking on the brick rode. The Stallion's eyes drifted up looking at the large clock in the center of town. Home... Only safe place left... he thought again. Mind forever racing as he neared the large tower. The clock stood in the middle of everything standing 100 feet high. A face on each side of rectangle. The hands moving slowly as he stopped infront of the clock. Benjamin dismounted his steed and patted his neck "I shall see you later." he spoke kindly before entering the tower. Clockwork stood outside as normal waiting. Eyes closing as the hours ticked by, he could hear the hands moving everything minuet. A few hours before his rider was to leave someone grabbed his reins and threw themselves on his back. Eyes shooting opening Clockwork quickly backed up following command. Nostrils flailing as the unknown their jabbed his heels into the Stallion's side sending him run towards the woods.


[color=#FFBF80][size=150]Taken
Clockwork's heart raced, torn between following command and returning to his beloved Master. Pain crept into his sides as the thief continued to dig his heels into the horse. The earth beneath him was a blur as he glided across it. Chunks of dirt flying up into the air along with rocks and sticks. Snorting as he tired the masked man sensed this and slowed him into a fast trot. Taking deep breaths the stallion focused on regaining his lost energy. Making their way along the mounted man began to mumbled about some. The words were hard to hear but he heard something about death. It didn't matter now, the life of another at risk flick a switch in Clockwork and he stopped. The angered man stabbed his heels into the Buckskin Paint's side, it hurt but he didn't budge. Grabbing a whip from his side the man raised his hand and cracked down on the horse's rump. The sting shot through him up to his ears causing his to jolt forward bucking slightly. He wanted this man off as soon as possible so he took off forward zig zagging through the woods. Although at first this started to work the man quickly regained control and stopped Clockwork. Forcible turning the horse he pushed him forward and back the way he came. Continuing on their way once again the stallion gave in or so it seemed. He had a plan to escape, wait till they stopped so the Cruel Man could sleep then run. After hours of riding the man stopped in a small opening in the woods and dismounted. Clockwork was tied to a tree, it was a young oak, easy to bend but hard to break. Fighting the tree and he kicked and bit at it. It tasted terrible but make the tree weaker. He took off forward and didn't stop running. The faint sound of a crack zipped through the forest as he bolted away from the clearing. He didn't look back as galloped through the woods the trees blurred by.


Aftermath
'That smell, that awful smell....' Clockwork thought to himself. Slowing down into a walk as his hooves sunk into the ash covered ground. The air was thick and had a green haze to it. No trees for miles, no grass, no water, no life. It was a wasteland that laid before him. Taking a deep breath of the nasty air he began his journey forward. Ears flattening as he sunk into the ground, it felt odd, very odd. His eyes were calm as he walked past the burnt stumps, a few trees still ablaze. 'What happened?' He thought to himself as a familiar smell reached his nose 'Bread? It isn't fresh it smell, burnt.' He thought as he passed a building on fire. Soon there was another, another, and another! Stopping quickly as he heard his hoof hit the ground, it making a 'clop' sound. Snorting he burst into a trot. 'No...no..no!' He screamed in his head as he stopped in front of a charred tower, a clock face in the middle. His home, in ashes, his beloved rider, nowhere to be seen. Slowly walking forward he sniffed at the ground, nothing, not a smell. Letting out a long cry he waited to see if his man would come. He didn't. Clockwork felt his heart crash to the ground, everything he had loved was gone, or was it?

[size=150]Surprise

Clockwork let out a heartbroken whinny and turned galloping away. He wanted to run and hide and cry away his pain but knew he had to stay, it felt wrong to leave. Swallowing his tears he marched through the ruins of his home. Buildings fallen, some on fire, some were just solid black. He snorted as he looked at the bakery 'I wonder if that kid is ok?' He thought to himself, faint pictures of a little blue eyed girl with blonde curls running towards him flashed through his mind. Oh how he loved her, so sweet, so innocent. Turning towards the pile of bricks that used to be the bakery he nudged them. A few tumbled away slowly he stepped onto them. Shaking as he walked across them slowly he kicked away bricks looking. No sign of her. He stood still for awhile starring at the ground before turning and walking out of the wreck. It seemed the whole town was empty. Looking up he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. Whipping around he starred at the dark alley way of to burnt brick buildings with holes in them. Walking forward he nickered, which was answered by the sound of voice, it was little and gentle, the words the human spoke, "Horsey?". Freezing the buckskin whinnied and went to take another step but before he could, he was tackled by a little girl. Hugging his neck tightly she didn't let go. Dirty and scared the little girl climbed onto his back slowly. Hugging his neck she whispered "Help me..."

Free

Clockwork took off into the woods. Bolting down a path his rider and him used to go on to deliver messages. Looking up he made sure the little girl was still there, he couldn't risk losing her. He didn't have a very good memory of the path but knew the more worn path most likely led to more people. It was getting dark, fast. He could only think of all the predators lurking in the shadows waiting to strike. Heart racing he up, the little girl began to fall, quickly nudging her back up onto his back he slowed down. Running was to dangerous but so was walking. Taking it slowly he focused on the trail ahead of himself. Most wolves, bears, and cougars wouldn't attack a full sized horse but who knows what else was waiting out there. Taking a deep breath he picked up his head and looked ahead. No light besides the moon and stars could be seen. Maybe they had reach this town to? That thought bugged his mind as pushed on ignoring his fears and how tired he was. The little girl moved slightly as she sat up slightly "Where are we?" She muttered. Clockwork nickered to her, but it wasn't really any use, being that she couldn't understand him. Holding tight to his mane the girl opened her eyes wide and kicked his sides. He jumped forward and started into a canter. He wanted in the worst way to stop but kept moving, they were free but still could fall behind and be found by whatever was lurking behind them.

Saved
Huffing he finally slowed down unable to move much faster than a simply walking. Nodding the girl understood. The moon had fallen and the sun had started to rise.(gotta eat XP)

Other
Sadly I don't have time for art but he is amazing!


WIP! Please pm me if I don't get the story done by the day this ends! Thanks!

[PollyPoos]

Username:
PollyPoos

Name:
Achilles; based off of the great warrior from the Trojan War

Gender:
Stallion

Breed:
Lusitano

Age:
8 years

Hieght:
16 hh

Color:
Buckskin Overo

Personality:
Achilles is a strong-willed horse who will not stop until he knows his job is done. He is also very brave not afraid to risk his life. He is intelligent as well knowing how to get out of sticky situations quite easily. He can be quite the pill making it either his way or no way at all. He's very calm as well but has a fighters spirit, able to be energetic when needed. He can come off as intimidating considering he has a very tough and rude outer shell, but if you get close enough to this stallion he'll show his kind heart.

Story:
(Told in first person during a fantasy war)
Nothing but dark skies and the sound of thundering hoof beats filled the air as I marched next to a big black stallion. He led the fleet to a secluded area watching the humans who went on a seperate mission to signal us to attack. I listened carefully to my surroundings trying to be as alert as much as I could. My rider's heartbeat caught my attention realizing his was quick and frightened of the outcome of this battle. I knew my job, to protect the man who was in the saddle with my life. I could feel my body tense knowing only some of us were going to be able to taste the sweetness of grain the next day. I closed my eyes ready for the black stallion to lead the way to attack the enemy. I could hear my heartbeat, quite different from my rider's it was slow and at ease. The thump thump...thump thump was interrupted by my rider. "Easy Achilles, we will make it out of this." He whispered almost as if he was trying to reassure himself more than me. I snorted in agreement, and just that fast we got the signal to attack. We ran faster than our legs could handle trying to dodge the flaming arrows from the darkened sky. The weight of my metal armor was almost unnoticeable as the adrenaline rushed through my veins, my heartbeat quicker than before. I heard a loud thud next to me, one of us were down...I had to keep running for my rider and I. I then heard a 'oof' as my rider had fallen off in my attempt to jump over a fallen soldier, I had to stay with him. I stopped next to his side, his body laying there wounded from the fall he had taken. I nudged him with my muzzle his breath still normal and his eyes open. He was holding onto his shoulder, it must've been dislocated I took part of his shirt in my mouth and got him to his feet. "Good boy..." He said as he mounted me once again. We ran back towards the gates knowing we had to get inside and destroy their city inside out. The soldiers were abundant blocking the entrance to the gate...I had to pick up speed. I got into a run, everything around us a blur as I tried my hardest to maintain speed. I heard something cut through the air, the next thing I knew I had a sharp pain in my shoulder. I snorted in pain but knew if I wanted to get my rider to safety...I had to jump the blockade of soldiers. "We have to stop that horse if one gets in they all get in!" I heard a voice call from atop the wall. I needed to keep going no matter how bad I get wounded or how out of breath I get. I got another sharp pain this time in the other shoulder, it was getting harder to keep the same speed. I was almost there all I had to do was get close enough to jump over the soldiers. I closed my eyes listening to my hoof beats, my breathing, my heartbeat...thump thump...thump thump, when my eyes opened again I jumped feeling the air beneath me felt almost like flying. We were almost across until another sharp pain went through my right shoulder once again. We fell with a crash, my rider a little ways away from my body that was clearly in pain. I nickered at him trying to get a response from him. He looked at me with his gentle eyes and smiled calling out loud enough so I could hear, "You're a good horse Achilles." He was slowly slipping away from me I couldn't let that happen. My eyes got heavy and everything started to blur...I had to get up. I slowly got up almost like a newborn foal again my legs weak beneath me. I saw soldiers go to my rider I had to get to him before they hurt him, I quickly trotted over to him standing between the soldiers and my rider. I reared as they tried to get closer, I had to get him to safety before he stopped breathing. "This horse is a fighter have to give him that." I heard one tell the others. I laid my ears back and nipped at the one who had spoken to the rest. He took a step back noticing how close I got to his arm. They stayed at bay as I lifted my owner up, he was barely able to stand by himself leaning against my body. He flung his arm over my neck for support as we both limped out of the gate and into the outside warfare. I heard my rider chuckle a little bit and with his hoarse voice he whispered, "I told you we'd make it out of this..." All of a sudden I hear a thunder-like boom behind us my head swiveling to see what had happened. He had set a gasoline trail left by a careless soldier on fire, the city's wall and gate was in flames. I could feel myself smile, we had done it we stopped the war. The outside warfare had been won by our troops, I fell to my knees and laid down unconscious from the pain.

A month later;
I had my muzzle buried in a sack of grain the sweetness was amazing to taste again after the war. I heard a click of the tongue looking up to see my rider, nothing changed about him his gentle smile always warming my heart considering he never would do that during the Dark Days. I neighed at him as he came over to stroke my neck, "Ready to go for a ride boy?" He asked and I nodded a chuckle escaping his lips. He took me out of the stall and tacked me up, mounting me and squeezing my sides to let me know to go. I ran out of the barn, happy to be able to be back home in my own stall.

Other:
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[SerenWish]

So, I was all revved up and ready to enter, but everyone else's entries are so amazing! I may just have to step back and hope someone spares a breeding- he's just gorgeous!

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[teresa8oats]

Really beautiful~

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