[tynahi]

Username: NeriHyuga
Name: Night Reaper "Mors"
Gender: Mare
Coat Color: Dappled Mahogany Bay Tovero
Eye Color: Yellow Orange
Genes: EE Aa nT nO
Type: War Horse
Temperament: Excitable, Naïve, Courageous, Hot Tempered
Sire: Foundation
Dam: Foundation
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Second of the Skeleton "Skelly" Chargers.

Breeding Note: The skeleton markings only have a 40% chance of passing and to pass they must be bred with another Skelly Charger. If their foal has a Skelly coat they have a 30% chance of passing partial skeleton markings [skull/ribcage/leg bones/so on]. Grand foals with partial skelly markings cannot pass them on.

Username: NeriHyuga
Show Name: Night Reaper
Barn Name: Mors
Meaning of the Name:

In ancient Roman myth and literature, Mors (also known as Letus) is the personification of death equivalent to the Greek Thánatos. The Latin noun for "death", mors, genitive mortis, is of feminine gender, but ancient Roman art is not known to depict Death as a woman.
by Wikipedia

Gender: Mare
Height: 16.1hh
Collar Color: White
Jewel Color: the small gems in yelloworange like her eyes and the big gem a deep red
Personality:
Mors is a horse that looks frightening the first time you see her. Her markings make her unique and even some rumors go by that she is cursed. It's not all just rumors, not that i believe in curses, but Mors isn't a mare you can approach without the needed caution.
She is hot tempered and shows it. Mors often approachs someone in full speed when you enter the meadow and you can't be sure if she steps aside in the last minute. She isn't evil, but she loves to provocate others and she is searching for moments where she can do it. But if you be able to get near her you need to be carefull, because Mors will try to bite you in a time you aren't aware of it. I would even advise someone against walking behind her... because you can never be sure.
But if you could convince this wild and courageous Mare to be worthy of her, she will show you her other side. Mors is very naiv and this makes her pretty sweet, considering all her "bad" sides. Also you can exite her easly for all things and because of her curiosity she loves to check these things out. Mors has a great talent for jousting, with her courage, her speed and her talent to ban a opposing horse with her gaze. Because of her character, her appearance and her silverred armor with the caparison as black as the night she got the name Night Reaper.
Short Story:
First meeting
Your breath is icy, small clouds escaping from your mouth and vanishing in this fresh breeze. You can hear the dark calls of an owl and you imagine her with her big, all seeing eyes scanning the ground, searching for her prey. Silent wings float through the air and before you even know what happens, she catches you with her claws. A light freezing spreads out in your arms and with an undefinably restlessness you begin to rub the cold areas, searching for warmth.
Your gaze slides through the darkness, but you know, you will never be able to see something, no matter how much you strain yourself. The moonlight is covered from the thick leafage of the forest and the clouds move slowly over the sky, immersed in a dim grey. Noises will let you startle, even the tiniest rustling causes a feeling of great danger. You didn't know how you came into such an situation, just the shuddering of your horse finally releases you from your trance. Even this couragious animal is paralyzed from something. His eyes are rolling in panic, but scanning the area in the same time. Seperated from your companions, in the middle of this deep black night, you are still searching. Searching for this wild Charger you sawed some days ago.
Your hand moves slowly over the neck of your animal and you can feel how his tense muscles finally relaxes a bit. Suddenly your horse jerked up his head and lets out a scared whinny. Did you make a fault? This whole mission was a fault, these thoughts crossed your mind, but it was to late. The dark silhouette of a horse appears in front of you, like it came out of nothing it paced through the underwood. The moonlight reflecting in his white fur, letting it look like a ghost.
your eyes meet.
Ban and curse, born in the shadows and unseen in the night.

~~~~~
is pimping up the form allowed? like with pictures etc.

[BluebonnetBree]

-dies because this babe is too pretty-

Username: ♥ ᵈʳᵃᵍᵒᶰ ♥
Show Name: Her Story Behind The Lies
Barn Name: Ritz
Gender: mare
Height: 15.3 hands
Collar Color: white or dark burgundy red
Jewel Color: ruby red
Personality: Ritz is the young goody four shoes at Cheydinhal and doesn't like to be teased or messed with at the least bit. She's too naive for her own good and thats how everyone teases her before they get a painful nip. She still young so she's got bundles of energy that never seems to drain. She absolutely hates other mares and has to be kept with older geldings that can keep her attitude in check.
Short Story: WIP

[Vinson]

Username: Vinson
Show Name: Oh, Just Watch Me
Barn Name: Rebel
Gender: mare
Height: 16.3 hh
Collar Color: same mahogany as her coat
Jewel Color: white
Personality: Rebel is her name - strong and rebellious. Her ears are constantly pinned to her head, her teeth bared at almost everyone, and she won't hesitate to use those teeth or pick up her perfectly glossed hooves. She's a beauty queen, too, her pelt always cleaned, her mane and tail perfectly groomed and shining, her hooves never chipped and always shiny and glossed. We love her dearly, of course, and she knows we do, which often encourages her to cause mischief and blame it on others. She'll always lie when it's most convenient to, but some of the time she's actually nice to a rider. She's not always rebellious, as she agrees with some things, but most of the time it's squealing at other horses and throwing fits.
Short Story:
She stomped her hoof on the ground, letting out a snort. No, she would not have this! She was not going to be ridden by another one of those horrid children! The groom sighed, tugging on the lead rope and opening the stall door. Rebel simply stood there as he pulled, grunting with exertion. "Come on, Rebel! Someone wants to ride you, the crazy person. You'd better cooperate," he mumbled, tugging once more on the lead rope. Rebel snorted at him once more, enjoying watching the groom try to get her to cooperate, before bolting out of her stall, lead rope flying wildly as it was ripped forcefully from the groom's hands. "Rebel's loose! We have a loose horse!" He yelled, and out came people, waving their arms and trying to get her to calm down. No, this wasn't going to happen! She wanted to gallop without a heavy human on her back holding a weapon. She wanted to be free! Her hooves pounded as she switched from canter to gallop, and she was flying over barking dogs, dropped weapons, and she gave a shrill whinny of amusement as people dove out of her path, not wanting to get in the way of her flashing hooves.
She galloped for about ten minutes before slowing to a walk quickly. Where was she? Near the mountains, yes. She didn't want to go back to those stables, she didn't like being ridden by the spoiled rich children who did nothing but sit on her back, kick, and then cry and whine to their parents when they were bucked off. She would travel elsewhere, to nicer people who would treat her as she wanted to be - like royalty. And so off she galloped, towards where she could smell water. The humans would be by water, she knew that much. Quickly she found a stables, and was stared at by the few people there before being taken into a luxurious stall. Her halter and lead rope were taken off, and then she was was given a full grooming. She felt wonderful after having every part of her cleaned, but her hooves weren't as clean looking as the rest of her. With a whinny the groom was alerted of her discomfort, and she held out a leg before pawing the air. The groom laughed and smiled, then quickly rubbed her hooves down with water and painted show sheen on them. Only then was she satisfied, and Rebel wasn't as much of a rebel for the next hour or so. But when she was fed, she blew her lid and threw a huge temper tantrum.

[demonthief.]

-dropping out. Good luck to everyone!

[NeriHyuga]

Username: NeriHyuga
Show Name: Night Reaper
Barn Name: Mors
Meaning of the Name:

In ancient Roman myth and literature, Mors (also known as Letus) is the personification of death equivalent to the Greek Thánatos. The Latin noun for "death", mors, genitive mortis, is of feminine gender, but ancient Roman art is not known to depict Death as a woman.
by Wikipedia

Gender: Mare
Height: 16.1hh
Collar Color: White
Jewel Color: the small gems in yelloworange like her eyes and the big gem a deep red
Personality:
Mors is a horse that looks frightening the first time you see her. Her markings make her unique and even some rumors go by that she is cursed. It's not all just rumors, not that i believe in curses, but Mors isn't a mare you can approach without the needed caution.
She is hot tempered and shows it. Mors often approachs someone in full speed when you enter the meadow and you can't be sure if she steps aside in the last minute. She isn't evil, but she loves to provocate others and she is searching for moments where she can do it. But if you be able to get near her you need to be carefull, because Mors will try to bite you in a time you aren't aware of it. I would even advise someone against walking behind her... because you can never be sure.
But if you could convince this wild and courageous Mare to be worthy of her, she will show you her other side. Mors is very naiv and this makes her pretty sweet, considering all her "bad" sides. Also you can exite her easly for all things and because of her curiosity she loves to check these things out. Mors has a great talent for jousting, with her courage, her speed and her talent to ban a opposing horse with her gaze. Because of her character, her appearance and her silverred armor with the caparison as black as the night she got the name Night Reaper.
Short Story:
First meeting
Your breath is icy, small clouds escaping from your mouth and vanishing in this fresh breeze. You can hear the dark calls of an owl and you imagine her with her big, all seeing eyes scanning the ground, searching for her prey. Silent wings float through the air and before you even know what happens, she catches you with her claws. A light freezing spreads out in your arms and with an undefinably restlessness you begin to rub the cold areas, searching for warmth.
Your gaze slides through the darkness, but you know, you will never be able to see something, no matter how much you strain yourself. The moonlight is covered from the thick leafage of the forest and the clouds move slowly over the sky, immersed in a dim grey. Noises will let you startle, even the tiniest rustling causes a feeling of great danger. You didn't know how you came into such an situation, just the shuddering of your horse finally releases you from your trance. Even this couragious animal is paralyzed from something. His eyes are rolling in panic, but scanning the area in the same time. Seperated from your companions, in the middle of this deep black night, you are still searching. Searching for this wild Charger you sawed some days ago.
Your hand moves slowly over the neck of your animal and you can feel how his tense muscles finally relaxes a bit. Suddenly your horse jerked up his head and lets out a scared whinny. Did you make a fault? This whole mission was a fault, these thoughts crossed your mind, but it was to late. The dark silhouette of a horse appears in front of you, like it came out of nothing it paced through the underwood. The moonlight reflecting in his white fur, letting it look like a ghost.
your eyes meet.
Ban and curse, born in the shadows and unseen in the night.

~~~~~
is pimping up the form allowed? like with pictures etc.

[Rescue2001]

Username: tomijojo
Show Name: young lover
Barn Name: dreams
Gender: female
Height:[/b. 14hh
[b]Collar Color: white
Jewel Color: neon green
Personality: she is very spunky but kind and caring, she loves to have fun and play around with others
Short Story: when she was about a year old she was spilt from her family and was brought to this farm. The man who owned the farm was very ruff and abuse his animals. Her and about 5 other animals where at the farm, at first he was very kind to her and didn't hurt her but one day every thing changed, the man started abusing her this was happening for about another year and then someone turned him in and she was rescued. About a month later she was adopted ( by me ) by a very nice lady who would love her until she was no more .

[caeleste]

Username: chameleon.
Show Name: Skeleton In The Closet
Barn Name: Skelly
Gender: Mare
Height: 16.2 hh
Collar Color: maroon
Jewel Color: white
Personality: Skelly is a mean mare. At the barn, if you walk past her- then it's all ears pinned back and head high tossed. When you ride her, it's like that the entire time. And she's really fast. Like, her walk could almost pass a pony trotting. And her canter- too many have fallen off at that gait.
However, there are some people to whom Skelly can just bond to. She won't pin her ears, or bite, or anything. You just have to give her a chance at trusting you.
Short Story: wip

[tynahi]

Username: NeriHyuga
Show Name: Night Reaper
Barn Name: Mors
Meaning of the Name:

In ancient Roman myth and literature, Mors (also known as Letus) is the personification of death equivalent to the Greek Thánatos. The Latin noun for "death", mors, genitive mortis, is of feminine gender, but ancient Roman art is not known to depict Death as a woman.
by Wikipedia

Gender: Mare
Height: 16.1hh
Collar Color: White
Jewel Color: the small gems in yelloworange like her eyes and the big gem a deep red
Personality:
Mors is a horse that looks frightening the first time you see her. Her markings make her unique and even some rumors go by that she is cursed. It's not all just rumors, not that i believe in curses, but Mors isn't a mare you can approach without the needed caution.
She is hot tempered and shows it. Mors often approachs someone in full speed when you enter the meadow and you can't be sure if she steps aside in the last minute. She isn't evil, but she loves to provocate others and she is searching for moments where she can do it. But if you be able to get near her you need to be carefull, because Mors will try to bite you in a time you aren't aware of it. I would even advise someone against walking behind her... because you can never be sure.
But if you could convince this wild and courageous Mare to be worthy of her, she will show you her other side. Mors is very naiv and this makes her pretty sweet, considering all her "bad" sides. Also you can exite her easly for all things and because of her curiosity she loves to check these things out. Mors has a great talent for jousting, with her courage, her speed and her talent to ban a opposing horse with her gaze. Because of her character, her appearance and her silverred armor with the caparison as black as the night she got the name Night Reaper.
Short Story:
First meeting
Your breath is icy, small clouds escaping from your mouth and vanishing in this fresh breeze. You can hear the dark calls of an owl and you imagine her with her big, all seeing eyes scanning the ground, searching for her prey. Silent wings float through the air and before you even know what happens, she catches you with her claws. A light freezing spreads out in your arms and with an undefinably restlessness you begin to rub the cold areas, searching for warmth.
Your gaze slides through the darkness, but you know, you will never be able to see something, no matter how much you strain yourself. The moonlight is covered from the thick leafage of the forest and the clouds move slowly over the sky, immersed in a dim grey. Noises will let you startle, even the tiniest rustling causes a feeling of great danger. You didn't know how you came into such an situation, just the shuddering of your horse finally releases you from your trance. Even this couragious animal is paralyzed from something. His eyes are rolling in panic, but scanning the area in the same time. Seperated from your companions, in the middle of this deep black night, you are still searching. Searching for this wild Charger you sawed some days ago.
Your hand moves slowly over the neck of your animal and you can feel how his tense muscles finally relaxes a bit. Suddenly your horse jerked up his head and lets out a scared whinny. Did you make a fault? This whole mission was a fault, these thoughts crossed your mind, but it was to late. The dark silhouette of a horse appears in front of you, like it came out of nothing it paced through the underwood. The moonlight reflecting in his white fur, letting it look like a ghost.
your eyes meet.
Ban and curse, born in the shadows and unseen in the night.

~~~~~
is pimping up the form allowed? like with pictures etc.

Congrats1 Sorry about the late judging!

[NeriHyuga]

no problem with that x3 and oooh i'm so happy! x3 i hoped to get her so much~
i love her, she looks so stunning <3