[ty_tay]

Alright everybody. This guy has some unusual overo marking, don't you think?

To when him I need you to draw a sketch of him. You can do more than a sketch, and up to 5 sketches. They must be drawn by you.

His name can have nothing to do with the movie Nightmare Before Christmas. Thats automatic DQ. Be creative. You may add personality, history or a short story, but nothing else.

Do not post a form if you aren't going to finish it!

ENDS: Oct. 31st (Msy be subject to change)


Won by Inupait.

[kortico]

Username: aftershock.
Show Name: Criss-Crossing Bones
Barn Name: Rumlow
Gender: Stallion
Age: Seven
Breed: Missouri Fox Trotting Horse X Ariegeois
Height: 13.2hh
Color: Black Frame Overo
Sketch:
Personality: Rumlow is a very distanced stallion. He does not have a home, though it has been rumored of a frightening looking stallion showing up randomly in a pasture, only to disappear when the stable hands return back to snap a picture or to capture him. He is something of a nocturnal animal, sleeping during the day only to rise at night and wander silently through the night. He does not care for herds, in fact other horses rarely even see him. A lot in unknown about him- since only those who believe in a halloween spirit can see him. These means that generally only high-spirited foals running around collecting candy will see a flash of a white skull or ribs shifting through the ferns. Rumlow is incredibly loyal to those who believe in the mythical Halloween creatures. He is neither violent nor a peaceful beast, it all depends on if one unlucky foal happens to try and follow him to the lair he dwells in.

[Frostbite18]

Username: Frostbite18
Show Name: Life After Death
Barn Name: Reaper
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4 years
Breed: Missouri Fox Trotting Horse X Ariegeois
Height: 13.2hh
Color: Black Frame Overo
Sketch: (Must be done by you, doesn't have to be colored.) WIP

[silver ~]

Δвα∂∂σи

Ʋƨɛяиαмɛ:
~Silverpelt~

Ƨнσω Иαмɛ:
Angel of Life and Death

βαяи Иαмɛ:
Abaddon

Ѧɛαиιиɢ:
'The destroyer'

Ǥɛи∂ɛя:
Stallion

Δɢɛ:
5 years

βяɛɛ∂:
Missouri Fox Trotting Horse X Ariegeois

Ħɛιɢнт:
13.2hh

Ɔσℓσя:
Black Frame Overo

Ƥɛяƨσиαℓιтʏ:
Abaddon is generally not a happy camper. This is a horse you should approach with caution and if he doesn't know you it's best to keep the fence between you and him. He WIP

Ħιƨтσяʏ:
It's funny how life hints things to come like the total lunar eclipse on the birth of this boy. Or maybe that his Dam's name was Nightmare. Either way these eerie sighs were ignored by his owners. Maybe if they had noticed that they may not have been as surprised at what was to come. I mean you can't really blame then Abaddon wasn't anywhere around his prime. He was small and weak they hardly even expected him to survive but, he did. That's why they named him 'Angel of life and Death' name of to the Grim reaper, better known as Death. Of course his strange markings played a role in the naming, too. At the time the barn name was Angel because for a short time in his life he was sweet. Ironic a few weeks he became stronger and a rowdy handful. Around that time has was ready to be weaned of course this wasn't much of a problem for this independent foal. However this colt wasn't in the mood to be lead by a human to a new and strange area. After he rearing, bucking and kicking they finally got the field as soon as they let him go he kicked the owner. That's the moment his owners realized the name 'Angel' wasn't a very good name for him.

Ƨκɛтcн:
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[siennacereal]

reserve <333

[orse]

Username: {h o r s e}
Show Name: Lurking in the Shadows
Barn Name: Hidden
Gender: Stallion
Age: 7 years
Breed: Missouri Fox Trotting Horse X Ariegeois
Height: 13.2hh
Color: Black Frame Overo
Sketch:
Short Story: Fields of endless grass, lighted by the gloomy moon. A hushed silence long and empty. The mysterious black stallion was swiftly cantering through the open fields, but he was not noticeable at all. Like an illusion. One moment he's there, the next moment you are convinced your eyes were playing tricks on you.

[o s h u n]

υѕєяиαмє

o s h u n

ѕнσω иαмє
Nychtophilic Poet

вαяи иαмє

Poe

gєи∂єя

Stallion

αgє

seven

вяєє∂

Missouri Fox Trotting Horse crossed with Ariegeois

нєιgнт

Thirteen point two hands high

¢σℓσяαтισи

Black Frame Overo

му ѕкєт¢н
{meep}

[gallivant]

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Username: whisper...
Show Name: Ectoplasm
Barn Name: Skull
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4 years
Breed: Missouri Fox Trotting Horse X Ariegeois
Height: 13.2hh
Color: Black Frame Overo
Personality: Besides Skull's very spooky appearance, he is actually a total sweetie! Very rarely Is he seen without his Scythe, who rumor has it, he sleeps with! Skull also suffers from a very severe case of OCD, and when he is not cuddling with his Scythe, playing pranks or stealing candy he is cleaning! Skull is very sneaky horse and has a sweet tooth. Halloween is Skulls favourite time of year, why? because it's full of lollies of course!

Past Halloweens:

- Heart's experience with Skull -

Last year Heart (one of my CWHR horses) got a bit of a surprise from Skull's trick or treating methods....

Skull: *knocks on door*
Heart: *Opens door* What a good cos--
Skull: Trick or treat!
Heart: How about a trick? I haven't had one of those for a--
Skull: *Grabs the lollies that Heart was holding and gallops away*
Heart: well that was different...

- Spotlight's experience with Skull -

Last Halloween Spotlight (one of my CWHR horses) got fed up with Skull's lolly stealing habit, so he decided to play a trick. It went sort of like this...

Spotlight: err sorry Skull, I ate your candy...
Skull:


Sketch: Sweet dreams skull!

[The One & Only Vapor]

Username: The One & Only Vapor
Show Name: Spooky Scary Skeletons
Barn Name: Spook
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4 years, 8 months
Breed: Missouri Fox Trotting Horse X Ariegeois
Height: 13.2hh
Color: Black Frame Overo
Sketch: (Must be done by you, doesn't have to be colored.) wip <33
Short Story:

[Inupait]

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About Him:
- Show Name: Hessian's Howl
- Barn Name: Hess
- gender: Stallion
- age: 13 years

Looks:
- Breed: Ariegeois X
Missouri Fox Trotting Horse
- Colour: Black Frame Overo
- height: 13.2 hh


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Personality:
Hess is a very mysterious creature, he tends to keep to himself and seeks
out isolation at every chance he gets. But Hess is a greatly misunderstood
individual. those who see him or stop to admire him don't understand the
awful things that hang over his conscience. Hess always seems to carry a
haunted look in his eyes and seams to just drip with sadness. he is very
cold and hard to communicate with making some see him as a bit of a
jerk. but the poor guy is just trying to isolate himself. he feels like he is
a curse and that no matter what he does harm will fall on those he loves.
So Hess tries to limit the number of individual he lets into his life so he
has less to loose. Hess does experience random unexplainable outbursts
of rage that make him look like a bit of a phsyco and he suffers from an
unusual case of bipolar personality disorder. He always seems depressed
or upset but he is a tough guy and always seems to pull through the rough
patches that come along with the territory of being 'Cursed'.

Short Story/History:
"Let me start from when I was a colt, it is probably the easiest story I will ever tell you, I don't remember it but I certainly bare the marks of the ordeal." Hess looks to the sky as though it might help him recall what happened better, his eyes taking on a faraway look "My mother was a proud mare and when she felt it was time to deliver her precious unborn foal she left the safety of her herd to weak a quiet secluded place. But as she searched a storm began to gather. harsh cold winds beat against her as she trekked on and sleet like rain chilled her to the bone. but somehow she managed to stumble upon an old abandoned homestead. the door to the barn sat ajar and she tucked her self away inside where it was dry. she lay down to deliver her foal but felt the presence of something not of this earth. it was a cold dreadful feeling; as though something was drawing from her strength to benefit itself. "What are you?" she gasped as the contractions began to grow stronger. to her utter horror the wind seemed to bring her an answer."The Hessian's Abandoned steed" came the chilly voice to her quivering ears. "What do you want?" her voice trembled in the darkness. "Its not what I want….. its what I need" came the voice again, My mother began to believe the pain was getting to her and her mind was playing tricks on her. "And what is that?" she snorted. "I successor" My mother laughed then but she could feel the spirit close to her how, as though it were leaning over her sucking the breath from her very lungs. "I will give you refuge, and the strength to deliver your foal and ensure no harm comes to he or you in exchange for allowing me to grant him with a gift." Fear now clawed its way in my mothers chest. she could feel her strength weaning as quickly as the rain fell outside. she knew that she would not be able to deliver her foal and with a bitter snort she complied. "I will let you grant him a gift… her voice faded as a form took shape, seeming to be made of shadow. "As you wish" it hissed and evaporated like smoke into the musky straw around her. When she delivered the foal his body was marked with the symbol of death and his eyes were a milky blue, partially blind. but as the spirit had promised they were both healthy and strong.

So now you know where my so called curse came from…. well let me tell you a story that will explain when this 'gift' has turn dmd into.
I grew up along side my mother till her passing, I was nearly a yearling when she died, hardly old enough to take care of myself but i was taken in by another mare who had a filly of her own. This filly became my friend, her name was Rava. she was a finest filly ever born to my herd and i found myself to grow very fond of her. when we grew into two year olds she returned the gestures of affection. She was my one true love" the dark stallion pauses as his voice catches, sorrow pierced his eyes but vanishes as he continues " all the other horses knew of my blindness and i was often picked on by others but Rava kept close to me and defended me when i could not. one night I ventured away from the herd and as i stood in the darkened vision came to me, but it wasn't of the present. at first i thought it was just a terrible dream. I saw my dear Rava backed up on the edge of a cliff, then i saw her falling, her hooves beating on nothing but air till she tumbled to her death. i rushed back t the heard to find her sleeping peacefully. the next morning my dream became a reality. wranglers came for my herd, Rava tried to hide me from them, but my blindness made moving quickly difficult. One chased us high into the mountains till stone turned to sky and we had nowhere to go. I did not see it happen then, but i didn't have to, i had already seen her fall. I managed to escape by simply collapsing there on the edge. sorrow beating down on me. I killed her, and i had the chance to save her but i failed to protect her. so now i am alone and i live away from everyone. I see their deaths days before it comes to claim them. Its my curse, the only vision I have is filled with death.