[Potato.]

Owner: RazzBerry
Name: Sinister Influence/ Salem
Gender: Stallion
Eye Color: Red with black eyewhites
Height: 17.3hh
breeding note: skeleton can only pass two 2 foals and not to grandfoals or further

[.Foxtrot.]

owner; The Reaper's Knocking at your door

name; Death

halter color; Black

Personality; This stallion has a cold and manipulative nature. He loves to trick and loves to spread fear amongst others. He is cold heart but listens to reason. He isn't as bad as others think but just has a cold exterior, tough he's not to be considered as a fluffy puppy. Oh no! He's serious, determined and strong willed. He is not easily fooled nor does he like to be fooled. He can be quite revengeful at times. He's stubborn and is quick when it comes to insulting others. He is shadow like by nature. Always drifting into the shadows. Not one to talk to others when he's being questioned but demands people to reply to him. Though wise he doesn't like to give information away, unless it's in riddles. He's mysterious and keeps himself to himself.

Small History; Death never used to be so dark, cold and mysterious. He was once happy, but that was never to be. Along time ago, there was a mare, a beautiful one at that. The stallion adored this mare and so she adored him too. But then came the fateful day, when a raven was saw and a lily field rose.

Poem;

I look to the Moon, hanging aloft
Among the clouds so milky soft.
How must it feel, so high above?
So chilled and bleak and void of love.

Collapsed and sunken are his eyes,
Dark and deep as the onyx skies.
As the Moon shies from the sun,
I share no love with anyone.

The Moon is alone, without affection.
In its grim face is my reflection.
Inside my heart, the longing grows,
And rots my soul, a sickly rose.

While I look beyond this cage,
I clench my fists; they shake with rage.
I desperately stare above,
Wishing to fly, free as a dove;
For release from the troubled heart I claim,
To be finally rid of the madness and shame.

Although reprieve is found in song,
To no one does my soul belong.
In music, may the pleas be spoken,
But all in vain; the heart is broken.

The Sphere returns, begins to sigh.
We are not so different, You and I.
So twisted and fractured is the White Stone.
We both have no one; We are both all alone

Art; wip

[heffalumps]

owner; MiloThePitbull
Show name: The murder machine
name; Genocide
halter color; surprise me!
extras; they're coming....

[defiance.]

owner; defiance.
name; The Kids Aren't Alright // Nathan
halter color; something incorporating these colors ^^
extras; wip <33

[razzberry]

❝ ＳＡＬＥＭ ❞

† [ Show Name ] Sinister Influence

† [ Barn Name ] Salem

† [ Gender ] Stallion

† [ Eye color ] Red with black eyewhites

† [ Coat color ] Blood bay reverse irregular frame over

† [ Markings ] Skeleton bones


† [ main trait. ] Unpredictable

† [ traits ]
- cunning
- mischievous
- intelligent
- impulsive
- strategic
- dauntless
- taunting
- ghastly

† [ History ]
Salem is not your ordinary horse, that much is clear by the odd marks that adorn his body, the marks of a skeleton. He is from a long line of equines who were part of a coven long long ago, back before magic was stripped and drained from the world. Now many have heard of covens, yes, but of human covens, not covens for a species that are not human or appear human. This coven that Salem descends from was hidden in the mountains, well away from prying eyes, because of the sole fact that they sported the markings of Hidalgo, an ancient being that was half horse, half bat the color of void with tattered wings and deep, crimson eyes that couldn't even be called that, they were just sockets filled to the help with a glowing red substance. Hidalgo's body was covered in skeletal markings that can be found on many of the coven's member's bodies. They are called the markings of Hidalgo. Young foals that are part of the coven won't have their full Hidalgo markings until they are adolescents, but they may have one marking, usually on their forehead or somewhere on their face. Outsiders weren't merited to join the coven because to be part of the coven you had to bear the markings of Hidalgo, and the only way to do that is to be born into the coven. As odd and twisted as that may sound, it was what the members of the coven aided by, upholding that one rule for generations.


† [ Themesong ] Thriller by Michael Jackson

† [ His first Halloween as an adult ]
Every year the members of the coven were allowed to celebrate the one day of the year where they could go down into the town below and mingle and integrate themselves with the other equines, animals, and humans. Halloween is the only time they do this because their markings could just be taken as costumes, not actual body markings. For Salem, his first Halloween as an adult was definitely something. When it came to Halloween, the younger horses and foals weren't allowed out very long, an hour or two at most because the higher ranking members of the coven didn't want the younger yearlings to become too attached to a world and customs that weren't the coven's. The adults however, were permitted to stay out as long as they like, so long as they returned before sunrise the next morning. For Salem, this was the first step towards his new life. He had never minded life in the coven, but he did long for something...different. Something with a little more passion and life. On Halloween night when the coven descended from their mountainous dwelling, Salem had been one of the first to set foot on the cobblestone streets below. He wasn't sure exactly what he was supposed to be doing, but he was so overwhelmed with the sights, sounds, and smells that he didn't care. The first thing he noticed were the tiny humans dressed up as ghoulish creatures, some that he couldn't even name. Here and there, there were also countless animals dressed up as well. As he wove his way down the streets between the large human dwellings that were decorated to look like haunted houses and other creepy things, some of the tiny humans flocked to him, touching him and stroking their hands along his coat, tracing his markings with their fingers. He knew that, had it been anyone else of his coven in his position, they'd be appalled and offended, but he, he enjoyed it. He walked with the humans down the streets as they darted towards the entrances to the dwellings, had candy dumped into the sacs they held, and then waddled back to him. As the night progressed Salem became used to the humans and their odd town, he even let some of the elder humans sit the smaller ones on his back as they paraded down the streets. It was that feeling of life and passion that life in the coven was missing.

When the young humans went home for the night, the stallion wasn't yet ready to return to the coven, nor did he think he ever would be. He followed one of the roads through the town until he came across an old looking farm. He'd seen many farms from the mountains. Whenever he'd look out he could see the large silos that he could smell feed in and the fenced areas where the grass was it's lushest. Nudging the iron gate open with his broad nose, the large equine cautiously, yet curiously walked up the dirt driveway towards the large wooden barn. His nostrils flared as he took in the scents around him. Humans. Dog. Cows. Horses. His angular ears shot forward at the thought of other horses. He hadn't come into contact with horses outside of his coven in ages and he was worried he never would. Moving towards the barn in complete silence, the chirping of crickets was the sole sound that filled the night sky. Salem paused in the large doorway the led into the barn, waiting for his eyes to adjust the even darker interior of the old building. With his acute senses he could hear rustling from inside, could hear hay being munched and the soft snores of those who had fallen asleep. He had been about to leave and go explore elsewhere when a voice had called out to him, telling him not to go. In the next few moments that followed, he heard the creak of wood and then heavy footfalls as whatever had spoken to him approached. The large stallion backed up to give the stranger room to come outside and became giddy with excitement at the sight of the large horse. She was jet black, from her head to her feathered feet aside from the white markings that sprouted up from her hooves and a little white fleck that streaked down her forehead. She introduced herself as Widow, one of the horses who lived on the farm. When she asked Salem who he was, more specifically what he was, he told her without hesitation. The two fell into deep conversation, walking around the property as Widow showed Salem her home and the animals she shared it with. They walked out into the back pastures and Salem pointed out his home from where they stood, way up in the mountains. After that the continued to talk, not about anything in particular anymore, mostly about themselves, their likes and dislikes, that kind of stuff. He hadn't even realized that he'd been out all night until the sun showed it's first sign of arrival over the horizon. He knew he had a choice to make. He didn't want to return to the coven, but he knew that being down here in the town would only cause problems for him. When he told Widow this, she assured him that whatever he chose he would always be welcome on the farm. However, with her kindness and generosity Salem knew he couldn't leave. That he wanted to stay and soak up the life in the town. So as the sun rose higher into the sky, Widow and the male human that had greeted him when they came out of their dwelling, made Salem feel as at home on the farm as he had ever felt in years.

† [ Halter color ] Black with white skeleton bones

[razzberry]

bump :3

[razzberry]

not trying to be a bother but will this one be judged?

[Ryu the Riolu]

owner; AfricanWildDog333
name; Strigian
halter color; black, bits of red on it
extras; Strigian is a loyal horse, built for distance and speed. He is more loyal to his owner than anyone else.

[Potato.]

❝ ＳＡＬＥＭ ❞

† [ Show Name ] Sinister Influence

† [ Barn Name ] Salem

† [ Gender ] Stallion

† [ Eye color ] Red with black eyewhites

† [ Coat color ] Blood bay reverse irregular frame over

† [ Markings ] Skeleton bones


† [ main trait. ] Unpredictable

† [ traits ]
- cunning
- mischievous
- intelligent
- impulsive
- strategic
- dauntless
- taunting
- ghastly

† [ History ]
Salem is not your ordinary horse, that much is clear by the odd marks that adorn his body, the marks of a skeleton. He is from a long line of equines who were part of a coven long long ago, back before magic was stripped and drained from the world. Now many have heard of covens, yes, but of human covens, not covens for a species that are not human or appear human. This coven that Salem descends from was hidden in the mountains, well away from prying eyes, because of the sole fact that they sported the markings of Hidalgo, an ancient being that was half horse, half bat the color of void with tattered wings and deep, crimson eyes that couldn't even be called that, they were just sockets filled to the help with a glowing red substance. Hidalgo's body was covered in skeletal markings that can be found on many of the coven's member's bodies. They are called the markings of Hidalgo. Young foals that are part of the coven won't have their full Hidalgo markings until they are adolescents, but they may have one marking, usually on their forehead or somewhere on their face. Outsiders weren't merited to join the coven because to be part of the coven you had to bear the markings of Hidalgo, and the only way to do that is to be born into the coven. As odd and twisted as that may sound, it was what the members of the coven aided by, upholding that one rule for generations.


† [ Themesong ] Thriller by Michael Jackson

† [ His first Halloween as an adult ]
Every year the members of the coven were allowed to celebrate the one day of the year where they could go down into the town below and mingle and integrate themselves with the other equines, animals, and humans. Halloween is the only time they do this because their markings could just be taken as costumes, not actual body markings. For Salem, his first Halloween as an adult was definitely something. When it came to Halloween, the younger horses and foals weren't allowed out very long, an hour or two at most because the higher ranking members of the coven didn't want the younger yearlings to become too attached to a world and customs that weren't the coven's. The adults however, were permitted to stay out as long as they like, so long as they returned before sunrise the next morning. For Salem, this was the first step towards his new life. He had never minded life in the coven, but he did long for something...different. Something with a little more passion and life. On Halloween night when the coven descended from their mountainous dwelling, Salem had been one of the first to set foot on the cobblestone streets below. He wasn't sure exactly what he was supposed to be doing, but he was so overwhelmed with the sights, sounds, and smells that he didn't care. The first thing he noticed were the tiny humans dressed up as ghoulish creatures, some that he couldn't even name. Here and there, there were also countless animals dressed up as well. As he wove his way down the streets between the large human dwellings that were decorated to look like haunted houses and other creepy things, some of the tiny humans flocked to him, touching him and stroking their hands along his coat, tracing his markings with their fingers. He knew that, had it been anyone else of his coven in his position, they'd be appalled and offended, but he, he enjoyed it. He walked with the humans down the streets as they darted towards the entrances to the dwellings, had candy dumped into the sacs they held, and then waddled back to him. As the night progressed Salem became used to the humans and their odd town, he even let some of the elder humans sit the smaller ones on his back as they paraded down the streets. It was that feeling of life and passion that life in the coven was missing.

When the young humans went home for the night, the stallion wasn't yet ready to return to the coven, nor did he think he ever would be. He followed one of the roads through the town until he came across an old looking farm. He'd seen many farms from the mountains. Whenever he'd look out he could see the large silos that he could smell feed in and the fenced areas where the grass was it's lushest. Nudging the iron gate open with his broad nose, the large equine cautiously, yet curiously walked up the dirt driveway towards the large wooden barn. His nostrils flared as he took in the scents around him. Humans. Dog. Cows. Horses. His angular ears shot forward at the thought of other horses. He hadn't come into contact with horses outside of his coven in ages and he was worried he never would. Moving towards the barn in complete silence, the chirping of crickets was the sole sound that filled the night sky. Salem paused in the large doorway the led into the barn, waiting for his eyes to adjust the even darker interior of the old building. With his acute senses he could hear rustling from inside, could hear hay being munched and the soft snores of those who had fallen asleep. He had been about to leave and go explore elsewhere when a voice had called out to him, telling him not to go. In the next few moments that followed, he heard the creak of wood and then heavy footfalls as whatever had spoken to him approached. The large stallion backed up to give the stranger room to come outside and became giddy with excitement at the sight of the large horse. She was jet black, from her head to her feathered feet aside from the white markings that sprouted up from her hooves and a little white fleck that streaked down her forehead. She introduced herself as Widow, one of the horses who lived on the farm. When she asked Salem who he was, more specifically what he was, he told her without hesitation. The two fell into deep conversation, walking around the property as Widow showed Salem her home and the animals she shared it with. They walked out into the back pastures and Salem pointed out his home from where they stood, way up in the mountains. After that the continued to talk, not about anything in particular anymore, mostly about themselves, their likes and dislikes, that kind of stuff. He hadn't even realized that he'd been out all night until the sun showed it's first sign of arrival over the horizon. He knew he had a choice to make. He didn't want to return to the coven, but he knew that being down here in the town would only cause problems for him. When he told Widow this, she assured him that whatever he chose he would always be welcome on the farm. However, with her kindness and generosity Salem knew he couldn't leave. That he wanted to stay and soak up the life in the town. So as the sun rose higher into the sky, Widow and the male human that had greeted him when they came out of their dwelling, made Salem feel as at home on the farm as he had ever felt in years.

† [ Halter color ] Black with white skeleton bones

[razzberry]

thanks so much ^.^