[~Trompy]

Username: Hobbit Geek
Name: Anwar
Age: 7 years
Height: 18.3 hh (Max height!)
Gender: Stallion
Rarity: Common
Folklore:
When the sky fades black so dark and clear,
Out comes the beast that many do fear,
With feathers like ash painted red with glee,
Strides a beast that few can see.

Run ye children of the night,
As this monster is a frightening sight,
None have discovered the secret untouched,
The truth of the beast none have clutched.

The secret of such a frightening beast,
His desire unspoken to say the least,
Jewels or souls no one can tell,
What this beast keeps safe where he dwell.

Run ye children least he come,
With hooves beating like a drum,
Run ye children, go and flee,
Least he take what matters most to thee

(A folklore about him written in a poem like manner)
Fact or Fiction: Fact.. In the night comes and steals things from others, mainly shiny objects..Though on some occasions GGS's have gone missing after his visit and some bicker about what he truly desires.

[Grinsome]

Username: ||Madness||
Name: Vlad
Age: 9
Height: 18.3 hh (Max height!)
Gender: Stallion
Rarity: Common
Folklore: wip!
Fact or Fiction: (fiction >:3)

[teresa8oats]

Username:
Name:
Age:
Height: 18.3 hh (Max height!)
Gender: Stallion
Rarity: Common
Folklore:
Fact or Fiction:

OMG YAS I WILL ENTER HIM HE IS SO AMAZING YAAASSS!!

[Tatangi]

Username: Raven Brigade
Name: Alucard (Ah-lou-Kah-D)
Age: 6 Years
Height: 18.3 hh
Gender: Stallion
Rarity: Common
Folklore: When you see something out of the corner of your eye, what do you believe it to be? Maybe it's a friend or a monster stalking the night. In this case, it's usually just a shadow. Alucard is a myth and legend. No one has truly seen him. The legend says that when you feel someone watching you, or when the hairs stand on the back of your neck, it's Alucard. When a shadow shivers in the night, it's because Alucard walked past it. Even the shadows tremble in his presence, and yet each night he shares tricks and treats. Maybe a young foal wanted to be a princess, so he would leave a costume of such on the night of Hallow's Eve with the young one. The costume would then be worn with all the other foals that bare costumes given by Alucard. These are the treats, the costumes that are left behind to give each foal a new life for a night. Those who are picked for tricks are not as lucky. If you are tricked, then it is said you will have misfortune for the rest of the year. Tricks are usually personified in torn costumes or missing pieces such as a pirate sword or princess tiara. The only way to keep Alucard from tricking you is to impress him with a jack-o-lantern carving. If impressed, you will be left with a treat. If not then you will suffer misfortune for another year and receive no costume at all.
Fact or Fiction: Who Knows?

Dropped out of another try out for this boy GAH HE'S BEAUTIFUL!!!

[adheline]

Username: Striped~Hatter
Name: Antimony
Age: 13 years
Height: 18.3 hh (Max height!)
Gender: Stallion
Rarity: Common
Folklore:
It was a dark night, the stars veiled by clouds and the moon full but hidden behind the tallest trees. It was the nights like these that drove herds to cowering in tight circles, knowing what materialized on the earth when the round moon was low. They knew because even the stars cowered from sight, and the elder Galingales shivered in remembrance of past memories. Oh, of course it wasn't them to encounter the Shan, no. It was those the knew. Nobody encountered the Shan - commonly known as the Moon's Shadow - and retained the ability tell about it. For the Shan fed on innocence, and without that, no creature can look upon another without the most morbid of thoughts, forget the storytelling.
All that was known was that it wasn't heard, or seen, or felt, but when it was near the ground grew cold and the air warm. One Galingale claimed to have seem a flash of blood red and an undeniable frost overtook her insides, but no one can be sure to trust her. After all, it was the next morning her closest friend came stumbling back to the herd with impossibly empty eyes, such events can blur one's memory from wild imagination.
Chance have it, this exact mare's great grandcolt was currently up and restless that night, when he suddenly realized how cold it felt to be lying on the ground. Hoping to be lulled to sleep with warmth, he stood and was curious when his left ribs were chillier than the right. He stepped to the right and felt the heat spread, thinking not even once as he continued to follow the comfortable feeling as it blossomed from his side, slowly taking over his entire small body. He only noticed his solitude when the warmth was consuming, all over save the hooves. He looked down to discover the distinctly freezing ground and his mother nowhere in sight.
Before the thought to run away fully processed, the disturbingly comfortable heat was replaced with a cold so unknown to him, so unearthly. A quick vision of blood and the moon and its shadow surrounded him, and despite the briskness of it all it was consuming and all over and he saw nothing but what he was too petrified to identify as the Shan. He quivered, and though he couldn't actually see the Shan itself, he knew it towered over him, knew it had long pointed teeth and sharp horns that curled around the ears just so in a way that was slightly longer than usual.
Then it was all gone, and all he could sense were the eyes in front of him: dark, empty, and shineless even in the dim moonlight.
His dam found him the next morning, after the moon had been replaced with the bright clementine sun. He didn't say anything, didn't even try to look at anyone save his mother, who looked into his blank eyes for only a second before backing off with disbelief and grief. And then the foal, at the mare's fear of him, went from a shell of shadows to a writhing mess of sorrow and pain. He was overcome with the nightmares that he feared most, and when he disappeared in blind darkness, he wasn't to be seen again.
Fact or Fiction:
I would love to say straigh-up fiction, but it isn't entirely. Of course, all the supernatural aspects such as the feeding on innocence is nothing factual, and he isn't old enough to have survived to terrorize generations upon generations of Gallingale Striders. So, it's not fact either.
The folklore started centered around a very distant ancestor of Antimony, whose name was indeed Shan. He'd found a sick glee in terrifying the young foals by describing a dark figure and then cornering then later in the night until they screamed and fled. Every now and then down the line, Shan's descendants would use his story and tactics to do the same, more so for the ability to snicker at their gullibility than to find pleasure in the screams.
Antimony heard of the folklore from a young age, told by his dam about Shan's tactics, and eventually started using it to his advantage. He cleverly warped the story to include the chills and warmth, the red, white, and dark. He then chooses those nights to linger in places until his warmth is present and leads young foals away from the herd, when their judgment is clouded by youth. He scares them more for the spirit of the story's thrill, not so much for personal pleasure or entertainment. Antimony wants to keep the story alive, and what better way to do so than act it out?

[Kitsyn]

Makes me think of vampires xD

[Queen Vivane]

Username: Queen Chrysalis
Name: The Dark
Age:
Height: 18.3 hh (Max height!)
Gender: Stallion
Rarity: Common
Folklore: Legend says that in times long since past. There was a Strider who drank, blood.
Fact or Fiction:
WIP

[roseiron]

OMG he is outsdanding wip like no dam tomorrow

[~Trompy]

Only one more day guys!

[Hobbit Geek]

Username: Hobbit Geek
Name: Anwar
Age: 7 years
Height: 18.3 hh (Max height!)
Gender: Stallion
Rarity: Common
Folklore:
When the sky fades black so dark and clear,
Out comes the beast that many do fear,
With feathers like ash painted red with glee,
Strides a beast that few can see.

Run ye children of the night,
As this monster is a frightening sight,
None have discovered the secret untouched,
The truth of the beast none have clutched.

The secret of such a frightening beast,
His desire unspoken to say the least,
Jewels or souls no one can tell,
What this beast keeps safe where he dwell.

Run ye children least he come,
With hooves beating like a drum,
Run ye children, go and flee,
Least he take what matters most to thee

(A folklore about him written in a poem like manner)
Fact or Fiction: Fact.. In the night comes and steals things from others, mainly shiny objects..Though on some occasions GGS's have gone missing after his visit and some bicker about what he truly desires.