[mewmew.]

So yeah, I am totally in love with this one. So pretty T.T Can I please get a breeding with this one?
Also this dun has face webbing you just can't really see it. This will be an impress me competition. So go at it. Have fun.
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[Captain Chomp]

Username//
Champion.
Show Name//(optional)
Luck Of The Irish
Name//
Zachary
Gender//
Stallion::Male
Halter Color//
White with gold buckles and little green clovers/marks
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The One That Stole My Heart::
“Don’t Tell Anyone, but he’s my favorite.”
~Junior Sikes [Manager of Paradise Pines]

I remember the day of Zachary’s arrival so vividly like it had just happened. That red dun had a special place in my heart and always would. Around animals I always hated picking a favorite because I felt like the others would get upset, but Luck Of The Irish would definitely be my favorite no doubts. Such a fiery stallion he is with those eyes made of apple green candy. I’ll tell you know he’s a handful, but I like them when they come with an attitude and now I’ll tell you how my precious baby came to Paradise Pines and the one telling you would be Junior Sikes.
The day was late afternoon, a nice Friday in early April and no work was needed to be done by me for a while so of course you’d think I was relaxing, which I can’t really deny when I was sitting on the porch to the ranch house. Stretched out under the shade, laid back in a comfy lounge chair with a glass of fresh lemonade in my right hand, an old leather-bound book in the left (I was always a sucker for those old Sherlock Holmes novels). It was only a few hours into my relaxing read when a fancy new truck, towing a seven horse trailer behind them began making its way down the drive, kicking up dust and rocks form the old country road. Even over the growl of the engine and crunch of the tires I could hear a frightened whinny from inside the trailer and even see some of the most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen, though wide with a fear.
Setting aside my belongings in my hands I stood, slipping into my loose fitting shoes (I’ve learned never wear open toed shoes with horses around). “Ma’am how may I help you?”
My words were directed towards an older, probably mid fifty year old woman, dirty blonde girls falling down to her shoulders, just brushing the top slightly. Her clothes too clean to be someone that did hard work. Her voice as light as a cloud in the sky with a promise of no bad weather. “Oh yes please. I have a horse I was told could be dropped off here. The snake is just awful,” she spoke throwing a lead rope over to me, the metal clip hitting me under the left eye.
If the horse hadn’t already had a lead on she really had put that boy in danger of being seriously hurt and told of how she had no idea of how to care for a horse. Giving a shaking of my head to clear the intrusive thoughts I made my way to the back of the trailer, my hands finding the latch and undoing it with a horrible scratching sound.
Inside the trailer the horse’s labored snorting and scared pawing at the ground sent a chill running down my spine. This one would be a danger alright, no doubt about it.
With as careful as calloused hands could I slid open that shiny new door, knowing as well as the next man to work with horses a loud noise could spook a large animal. With luck no painful sound came, just a soft groan.
My eyes in the scattered light, caught the sight of the dark horse as he gave a hard kick towards me. “Now easy there boy I’m here to help,” I cooed out softly reading the lead to clip to the loose horse.
I didn’t expect him to trust me quickly which I was right because as soon as I took a step forward he kicked out again, narrowly missing my skull. Offering him an open palmed hand to sniff I gave a soft lulling hum. With a nicker of uncertainty and a moment of silence in between a soft, scratchy nose sniffed my hand, hot breath rolling across my skin. A wet drop fell into my open hand and part of me didn’t want to know what it was.
Luck was in my favor that day as I extended the lead to clip to the boy’s halter all he did was bob his head a bit in a playful, cheery manner. “Good boy,” I said turning my back, cautiously leading him out into the light.
Out, back on solid, dusty ground light illuminated the gorgeous stallion. A handsome red dun with lovely apple green eyes. His hooves nervously stepping onto the dirt ground with another nicker.
Turning my head to look at the woman she looked at me with a luck of surprise. “Does he have a name ma’am?”
“No, this demon spawn people call a horse is nameless,” he grumbled.
As words spilled from her mouth, the dun pawed the ground and tried to nip at her, earning an amused chuckle from me and a startled scolding from the woman. “I just think he dislikes you,” I stated scratching his cheek.
“Papers have been emailed to the owner of his establishment.”
I watched as she closed up the trailer and headed off, back down the drive and to where ever she might live (Hopefully with no more horses near her). Once gone I looked over the dun, my eyes locked to the beauty he was, the nameless beauty. He reminded me so greatly of an old horse that had been my first horse. I remember his him as LOTI.
“How do you like the name Luck Of The Irish? Also known as Zachary,” I said rubbing his nose once more, he seemed to like the kind gestures.
His head bobbed and gave the smallest of rears, his hooves just barely leaving the ground. His mane falling back in a way that reminded me of flames licking at the sky, hungry for more. From that moment I could tell this boy might just be that demon spawn. A fiery stallion with a heart of gold and a soul of the finest of silvers. His eyes containing the true kindness he was.
The rule growing up was never pick a favorite with animals, but that rule melted away as I feel in love with the dun that held the Luck Of The Irish and the key to a world of the finest of cross country runners I’d ever have in all my life.
[Oh I'm so sorry this is so long ;-;]

Playlist//
This Is War by 30 seconds to Mars
Jet Pack Blues by Fall Out Boy
Irresistible by Fall Out Boy
Rest Of Us by Simple Plan
Raise Your Glass by P!nk
Angel With A shotgun by The Cab
Mona Lisa by Panic! At The Disco

[feverrr]

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-----------------------------the prideful-----------------

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a red dun mare grazed, frosty emerald eyes tranquil, her nostrils flaring as she exhaled fresh air. craggy mountain peaks rose like the teeth of a colossal stone creature rising behind her. the surrounding lush hills carried life of different forms, rabbits and butterflies, to cougars and trout. lazy creeks carved out red canyons, and clouds swept across a crystalline sky dotted with tan larks drifting on the wind.

wip

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[heyheygirl101]

username: heyheygirl101
show name: Orange and the Green
name: Rover
gender: Stallion
halter color: The Irish Flag please ^^

You Gotta Fight For Your Rights!

Rover is a freedom fighter,
he will stop at nothing to make
sure that one day all horses are free.
He believes in the ways of the
wild horses and tends to act like
them to becasue he no longer wants
to be controlled by humans, he
wants to be as free as the fae. One
day he knows his dreams will come
true, now he just has to look for
the rainbow.

[CertainNorth]

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Tendency

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Stallion

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something dark and shiny

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Practical||Bastion lives in the real world. Sometimes he doesn't like it, but it's all he has. He deals with the problems by stepping through them in a logical order and he knows that sometimes, he might not have help.

Independent||Bastion likes to go solo, not because he doesn't get along with others or because he thinks they would get in his way. No, he is more afraid something will happen to the people he cares about. Or that he won't be able to trust them.

Genuine||Bastion hates people who lie about themselves. He is who he wants to be and he doesn't need to cover up the truth. He is actually rather distrusting of others overall; even if it doesn't seem like it, he is always trying to prepare himself for betrayal.

Extroverted||Bastion is outgoing and more than willing to lend a hand or step up to a challenge. He's not quite a leader, but he's definitely the first follower.

Flamboyant||Bastion can get a bit carried away at times. He especially likes to look flashy and he holds himself to a high bar of appearances.

Warm||Bastion can make anyone feel loved in a heartbeat. He has as soft spot of almost anything and will do whatever he can to make others happy. It can be difficult for him to let go.

[guilttripping]

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Take Pride.

The Basics:

Username: fjord rider
Show Name: (optional) Twilight Pride of the City
Name: Pride
Gender: Stallion
Halter Color: Like the Union Jack, in red white and blue.

Personality:

Pride is a proud horse. He loves talking about his heritage and is very dignified. He hates people laughing at him and putting him down. He is a generally alright stallion. He isn't friendly nor anti-social. If you respect him he will respect you, he is a difficult horse but when you put the time and effort in he is totally worth it. He is a talented endurance horse and he loves to show off and is pretty vain.

How Pride Came To The Twilight Circus
Pride stood in his box at the Mounted Police Branch. He saw his rider coming, he whinnied excitedly. He was ready to go out for a ride. Then he noticed his rider didn't have his tack and he was looking pretty down. His policeman let himself in and stroked the pony's face softly. Pride nickered, he was confused. His rider sighed and slipped his Union Jack headcollar on which he had got from the Mayor for his service. Then he clipped a leadrope on.
"Im sorry" his policeman whispered "You're too small to keep on the branch. They only want bigger horses now"
Pride neighed in protest. He looked at the other horses who were all at least 17.2hh. His policeman lead him out of the stable and down the yard whispering to him gently and stroking his neck. Pride had his head low and whinnied a farewell to his friends who quickly replied and looked over their stable doors.
"You're going to a place where they will all be the same size and you won't get judged or get into any danger" his policeman said. H e was lead into the courtyard where all the policemen were stood looking at the horse sadly. They stood facing each other leaving a pathway for the horse and his rider to get through. At the end of the pathway was a large horse box. As the stallion walked between the police officers, they all patted his rump and his rider's back solemnly. He neighed to them all as he went passed and they all wished him the best of luck in his new home. He was lead up the ramp into the horsebox, by now all the officers had gathered around the ramp. The sergeant of the branch held out a brand new fleece with his show name embroidered on it, Pride's new owner took if off of them and put it in his box. Pride's rider patted him and said his farewells. Then the ramp was lifted and locked and Pride was brought to the Twilight Circus EQC for an early retirement from the Mounted Police.

Be who You want to be.

[SpartanAmethyst]

username: SpartanAmethyst
show name: SATO Bella Caio
name: "Cai"; pronounced "sai".
gender: Stallion
halter color: wip, will provide reference!

extras: Story & art

[TheToyMaker]

Res ^^
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[DeadlyArcana]

username: BandAddict
show name: (optional) Cinch Dun Run
name: Chance
gender: Stallion
halter color: A teal with black zebra stripes

Story: I sigh sitting on the couch in the barn house awaiting my friend who had a 'Surprise' for me. This friend of mine is well known for just pulling everyone's leg and saying it was a joke. I pull out my phone and call her "Hey! Where are you I've been at the barn for almost 2 hours now!" I semi- yell into the phone "Relax! Relax! Your surprise is almost here." I sigh and hang up. I got called out to the barn at 1 in the morning, and now I have to continue waiting. I was sleeping peacefully! After waiting for what seems like forever I hear a car coming down the dirt road that leads to the barn area. I walk outside, still half asleep and in my pajamas to see my friends car with a trailer. Wait a trailer?! I pick up my pace and begin running over to the trailer. "Whats happening?" I ask with excitement. "Well this is your surprise!" I hear a whinny come from the trailer "Did you really?!" I asked again feeling like a child on Christmas morning. "Yep go see the stud for yourself!" My friend guides me over to the back of the trailer and I spot my green eye beauty. "Hes magnificent!" I jump up and down once again like a child on Christmas morning. After getting myself settled down I walk into the trailer and lead my new stud out. I come to realize its my dream horse.

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