[nimrod.]

enjoy?
impress me, ends in a week or so

username;; ShadyBro
name;; Burnt To Ash // Ash
gender;; demiguy
eye color;; gold
sire;; -
dam;; -

[DeadlyArcana]

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Username: Zand, but I use to be PVRIS. A lot of people in BR call me Band or Bando c:
Name: Baelfire but goes by Bae
Gender: Stallion
Halter: Black leather with This in gold on the cheek strap
Extras: Behind the name, story maybe.

[zippo.]

reserve

[rook.]

dropping

[Obsessed]

Dropping! So pretty rachie ♥

[Dopey333444]

username: Dopey333444
name: Show name = Ronrīdansā (Japanese, means Lonely Dancer, pronounced Ron-ri-don-sa) Name = Rosuto (Japanese, means lost, pronounced Ros-to)
gender: Stallion
eye color: Gold
sire:
dam:

Story: Finished

It had happened at a competition. She had been smiling, filling Rosuto with a fuzzy warm feeling. He had done all his jumps right this time. She had been pulled away. And that is where things started.

She hadn't come back for a while. A strange man had kept insisting he go this way and that, pulling roughly on his lead unlike she had ever done. Rosuto had panicked. He had reared, making the strange man drop his lead and step back, and then Rosuto had sprinted like he had never sprinted before. Unfamiliar faces had pressed in on him as he had continued his search for her. A fence had blocked his path, and like any other show horse would have done, he had thrown himself over it with urgency and continued on without so much as a glance behind. Which led him to his situation now.

Rosuto trotted quietly, ducking under a low hanging branch. He had run for a long time, and now the sun was high in the sky and he had no idea where he was. His halter was kind of itchy now, and he wished she was here to remove. But for now, he ignored it and went along. There was no trail like he would ride on with her, and branches were constantly snagging on his equipment. Rosuto worked diligently through the bramble until he stumbled into a clearing. His chest heaved with the effort of pushing through the woods, and he decided that now was the perfect time for a nap.

He laid down slowly, appreciating the feel of the soft grass brushing against him and the warm sun shining down. Rosuto settled and thought blearily about how much he missed her. But he was sure she would find him. She always would.

When Rosuto woke up, he was confused and scared. He had no idea where he was and it took a little for him to remember and feel even more dread. It was pitch black and various sounds punctured the silence. Some he was used to, like the grasshoppers. Others, like the ominous branch cracking from his left, were not welcome. He didn't know what to do. If he stayed, someone or something might find him. If he left, it might be safer for a while, but it lowered his chances of being found and he would likely only get more lost. Rosuto stood up and stamped the ground nervously. Uncertainty made him pace the clearings edge, looking into the darkness of the woods.

His eyes were slowly adjusting, and he could now make out tree's and other normal things in the darkness. It didn't seem like there was anything to worry about.

Until he heard a growl from behind him.

Rosuto jerked around as quickly as possibly in time to see a black furry blur shooting towards him. He reared on instinct and knocked away the animal. It yelped and and rolled before jumping to it's feet. Rosuto didn't wait for it to recover completely. He turned to the woods and ran as fast as the forest allowed. He stumbled over bramble and leapt over fallen tree's, blindly racing away. His saddle caught on a branch, but Rosuto didn't stop running. Vaguely, he had a ripping noise and felt weight disappear from his back and chest, but he ignored it and plowed on. He found himself in a clearing again, though this one was different. He turned just in time to avoid the wolf, moving back quickly. It growled once more and he felt fear stab his heart. The wolf jumped forward with no warning, it's claws scraping his face as he reared.

He felt a gentle pain one the left side of his face and felt his bridle fall from him as he kicked blindly. Rosuto made a direct kick and watched the wolf stumble, dazed. He sprinted into the woods again, ignoring his bell boots completely as they were pulled off by the thick under brush. He could hear the wolf snarling behind him, but the sound was growing more distant. Relief settled inside Rosuto as he slowed to a walk. He walked aimlessly for a while before coming across a field.

He was more tired than after a day of vigorous jumping training, and wanted nothing more than to sleep. The sun was beginning to peek out from the hills, and Rosuto laid down under a tree to sleep. He was completely free of equipment, and he felt as if he were back on the ranch. His fading thoughts were of how he had never gotten out of the forest or found her.

He would always be lost.

[Captain Chomp]

Res with the name:

On Fragile Feet We Bleed // Dancer
Gender stallion
So many ideas.....Please be aware my form will be of much reading as I find value more so in writing than art, but I will try and do art as well.

Allow Me To Introduce Myself;

My name is nothing of great specialty or value. Really it's nothing of anything, but inside, deeper down my name is the start of my new life. I'm On Fragile Feet We Bleed, but most just call me Dancer for short. A stallion standing no larger than 14.3 hands and no less than 13.5 hands I've been around for what is it now...Six years.

My Day Of Birth;

That day was one of my more memorable days, not in a typical way though. Instead of seeing my mother like I'd expected I looked upon a bare stall with scattered hay and stagnant water pooling in a corner. Bitter and rotting scents filled my airways and burned my lungs and throat as I breathed in. Silence echoed in my ears while there was no one there to help me along.

[ShadyBro]

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Show Name: Burnt To Ash
Barn Name: Ash
Sex: Stallion
Halter Color: Pale Flames

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I turned my head in disgust, praying none of the others would come near me. They pranced about with
such enthusiasm, it was exhausting just watching them. I huffed and stomped at the ground,spinning on
my heels before racing out of the meadows away from the herd. I couldnt stand being near them, but
then again there wasnt much I could deal with now a days. I was a cold stallion, I knew I was, yet I
couldnt find it in myself to care. I just hated everything with such a passion, I could feel the hatred as
a physical flame, licking its way up into my veins and pouring out of every orifice on my body. I paused
from my mad dash, staring out at the sight before me. The mundane fog of an early morning swallowed
the mountains below my hooves whole, creeping around the corners and swirling into the shadows like
smoke. The sun peered a ray over the highest peak, and I growled in disgust. I always did prefer the
night, when I could be alone with my devilish thoughts. I ventured out farther, the thistles catching on
my thick hide, the frost bitten leaves crunching under foot. As I walked,I thought of a better time. I was
young, full of life, wanting nothing more than to love and be loved by the world around me. But things
never work out the way you dream. The warm blaze flashed before my eyes, the smell of melting hair
soaked into the air and the sizzling sound of flesh being eaten alive by the flame was all that could be
heard for miles. I flinched, feeling the numbness on my flank where I too had been bitten by the fire. I
turned and stared at the scar, willing it to fade away into nothingness, in hopes that it would take with
it my bitter memories. Of course that was impossible, and I knew this. I shook my head, clearing it of the
darkness for just a moment. I would always be this way I supposed, and I surrendered to the darkness
once again.

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Coat Color: Silver Grullo
Markings: Splash
Eye Color: Gold
Height: 15.1hh
Weight: 1,169lbs
Sexuality: Pansexual
Gender: Demiguy
Pronouns: He/Him
Average IQ: 136
Personality Type: INTP
Favorite Color: Black
Theme Song: 'Inside Out' by Eve 6
Friends: Electric, Kage
Family: Deceased
Enemies: Blu
Birthday: 8/16/09
Age: 6 Years
Favorite Place: Forest Streams
Biggest Fear: Fire
Element: Earth
Zodiac: Virgo
Romantic Interest: Tabs
Favorite Food: Alfalfa
Strength: Intelligance
Weakness: Social Interaction
Hates: Foals, Sunlight, Noise
Loves: Darkness, Winter
Favorite Animal: Crow

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[heyheygirl101]

Res

[guilttripping]

Brooklyn is a very quiet fellow,
he usually keeps to himself.
He fears the pain of abandonment,
which he felt not so long ago.

He is sweet once he opens up.
He finds it hard to trust,
but when you earn his faith,
You've got a loyal friend

Don't hurt him,
It takes more of a toll
He slides into a depression
and he'll stay there for days

This stallion came to us about
a year ago. He was underweight and
severely depressed. A few times
we considered getting him
put to sleep. He was never happy.
We inquired with his last owner and
they opened us up with information
about another stallion which Brooklyn
has loved and lost. Brooklyn and this
certain stallion we're inseparable but
when the old owner ran out of money,
they both had to be sold. The stallion
was sold three weeks before Brooklyn
was and we don't know the whereabouts
of him but if it will cheer Brooklyn up,
we will find him.

This stallion goes by the name of
'Twilight Restless Heart Syndrome' and the
barn name of Brooklyn. He stands about
14.1hh but that was last time we measured
him which was last month. Brooklyn,
here is six years old and weighs 1,200 lbs.
He is a silver grullo splash with beautiful golden eyes.


Like most of the Twilight horses, Brooklyn has a black headcollar with silver straps but it is not fully black. It is based off an album cover going by the name of 21st Century Breakdown and you can find the reference here.

"A question I was often asked was 'What do stars look like to me'. I'd often just say in a sullen and sulky tone, "Yellow balls in the sky that shine at night." But thinking about it now, stars aren't really like that.

I met Rockefeller when I was three years old. He was also three. When I first saw him, I didn't think much of him. Just another colt for the large breeding program all of the horses at this yard we for. He was put in the field with us merely hours after his arrival. There was about eight colts in that field including me and Rockefeller. The lead colt, he went by the name of Jake, organised a game of hide and seek in the forest our field was based in. Little did our owners know that one of the fences was broken so we could slip through into the forest. Everyone got in teams of two as usual. I was usually the one to be on my own as I didn't really have any friends but this time I was put with Rockefeller. Rockefeller stood about 0.2hh taller than me. He grinned at me.
"I'm Brooklyn."
I said sulkily. This guy was going to get me into trouble. I just knew it.
"I'm Rockefeller!"
He practically yelled. I flinched and he laughed at me. Jake announced that his team which was him and the second oldest colt, were to be counting.
"You have a minute to hide!"
"Let's go!" Rockefeller yelled. He set off at a weird canter pace. It was jerky and it looked like he wasn't used to being on such long legs. I laughed at him. He turned his head and glared at me. I snorted and then galloped after him. He was a lot faster than me and soon he disappeared into the trees of the forest. It was getting dark and I was starting to panic. Where was he?!

After a few hours, I slowed to trot and looked around. My breathing increased. I felt like I was being watched. Suddenly, something grabbed my mane and pulled me back. I heard giggling and bright eyes cut through the darkness.
Rockefeller.
"Hey!" I yelled at him. He shushed me and then started to walk off.
"Follow me." I got up and shook my coat. He made his way onto a ledge. The forest was situated on a large cliff. The ledge had perfect view of the sun setting. It was illuminated with golds and purples and it was stunning.
"Wow." I breathed. Rockefeller looked at me and grinned. His eyes lit up.
"Where are the others?" I asked looking around. He shrugged and lowered his head down and looked at me.
"Sorry for getting you lost." He said quietly.
"No, don't be sorry. It's amazing out here!" Rockefeller raised his head and bounced up to me and bowled me over.
"Really?" He said, standing above me. I nodded and tried to push him off me. He stumbled back and fell onto his hindquarters. I gave a snort of amusement and he looked at me slightly embarrassed. I walked up to him and nuzzled his neck and helped him up by pulling on his mane. He got up, shakily and then stood at my side. I leaned on him watching the sunset.

That's how I knew stars weren't just little sparkly things in the sky.
Stars could take any shape or form. They were special and on that day, I knew I had found the star that was meant for me."