[Kosciusko]

First, some rules.
•Halloween Hyrulian Gypsies cannot breed with other Halloween Hyrulian Gypsies.
•Halloween Hyrulian Gypsies can breed with other Hyrulian Gypsies.



To win this beautiful horse, impress me.
Try to keep the forms neat but feel free to have some fun with them.
You can include things like: art, stories (personality), poems, I don't know - Go crazy.
I won't be judging on quantity - I'll be judging by quality, okay.

Username: iBrevity
Name: Osso
Gender: Stallion
Height: 18.1hh
Halter Colour: something that matches his orange eyes? c:

Breeding Note:
•Full Skelly markings may pass to one foal and no further. Mask markings may pass to 2 foals and no further. This means that only direct offspring may receive it.
•Halloween Hyrulian Gypsies cannot breed with other Halloween Hyrulian Gypsies.
•Halloween Hyrulian Gypsies can breed with other Hyrulian Gypsies.

-Ends on Halloween (Australian time)
-Timer is WAY off
-I really hope you guys like him/her

[.Foxtrot.]

Username: SpeednGrace

Name: Trick or Treat // Halloween

Gender: Mare

Height: 16.3

Halter Colour: Orange with little black halloween markings.

Personality: Halloween is an outgoing person who's a bit of a showoff. She likes to think of herself as naughty. But compared to most ghouls, she's actually alright. She's stubborn and a bit bossy, form time to time. She's prone to being quite emotional and over dramatic. Deep down, she loves being scared out of her mind... even if she won't admit it. She's a traditionalist. She loves Halloween and loves to play pranks and pull tricks on others. She loves getting into the festive mood. She loves carving scary pumpkin faces, though she does find it difficult to do so.

Poem:

Candy candy in the bag
It's that time of year
Funny clown witchy hag
Another house is near

Popcorn balls and tootsie rolls
A handful is the best
Taken from the biggest bowls
At homes that pass the test

Ding dong ring the bell
Trick or treat is said
And if it does not go so well
Then mark the first word said

Trees draped in toilet paper
Fecal bags on fire
Dressed like an undertaker
The trick was their desire

Midnight comes all bags are full
Time to count the bounty
The night is done we've played our role
All throughout the county

Enjoy this yearly fun filled night
Feast upon it's riches
From the first and final bite
Of Hugs and Hershey Kisses

Art: WIP

[iBrevity]

Username:
iBrevity

Name:
By The Pricking of My Thumbs // Osso
(a snippet of a Shakespeare quote // a Latin word meaning 'bone')

Gender:
agender
(bio male; he/him or they/them pronouns)

Height:
18.1 hh

Halter Colour:
something that matches his orange eyes? c:



Theme Song:
Wolves by Down Like Silver
(listen to is via YouTube here)

Personality:
far-seeing || intimidating || quiet || imposing
If there was one word to summarily describe Osso it would be strange. He's quiet and very withdrawn into himself, generally disinterested in conversation and friends. He prefers to be alone, for the most part, though he can be found making exceptions for a certain few. He's very intimidating, given his size and his markings, and he's half-wild when it comes to human interaction. He cannot be ridden, cannot be bridled; he tolerates his halter only because he has had ample opportunity to adjust to it. Apart from that, humans must be cautious around him, as he can be careless when it comes to his size and accidentally trod on a handler's foot.

He's passive aggressive and unlikely to be coaxed to anger but his temper is massive when it has finally been kindled. He has a sharp tongue when he needs it but if he's not angry he's unlikely to speak unkindly to another. Rather Osso usually comes off as bored or pompous but that is simply because he has a difficult time relating to other horses. He has good night vision but his eyes are sensitive to light and that makes him more inclined to remain in the shadows and the woods. Osso has a soft spot in his heart for the noises of the forest; he loves the deer that creep among the trees, the birds that cast their shadows down across his flanks. There's something comforting in the way bare branches stretch their fingers out across the horizon like shrunken bones.

Life Quote:
"To be sure, I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses."
- Friedrich Nietzsche



Short Story:
Osso walks through the snow and feels it cling to his fetlock, soak into the flesh of his ankle. He is unperturbed by the chill and walks on, the spindly trees throwing long shadows over his flanks and bisecting the grey of his markings with surgical precision. He can see his breath and it spins up around his head as he walks, dissipates among the last few leaves that cling stubbornly to life. There is the distant sound of birdsong and nothing else.

Quite suddenly Osso hears someone approaching. It is moreso that he feels it, but there isn't a proper way to put the sensation into words so he thinks 'heard' instead. They do not go as softly as him and their hoofbeats are in sync with his heart, a loud badum, badum, badum.

Kenai comes around a copse or trees and stops when she sees him. They know each other only barely; he is new to this ranch and she has been here since she was but a young child. He spends more times among the trees than he does the horses. Most of them seem to be afraid of him, shy around his size and the stark whiteness of the bones that stretch across the lines of his body.

"Oh," she says. The word comes out of her mouth as fog. "I didn't realize..."

She trails off as though she expects him to speak in her stead but he only watches. It unnerves her; she sidles about in the snow, kicking up a flurry of flakes that curl up around the muscle of her legs.

"Well," she says after a long minute. He looks back at her face blankly. "I suppose I should head back."

Osso considers this. He lifts one shoulder in a long, sinuous movement that makes his bones wriggle against the color of his pelt. "I don't mind," he says finally. "The forest is large enough for the two of us, Kenai."

She jerks her head back and looks at him in obvious surprise. "You know my name?"

Osso frowns. His ears flick back. "Of course. You are in the stall beside mine. It would be rude if I did not know your name."

This seems to warm her a bit. She comes closer with less trepidation in her movements, sidles up to him until they are scarcely a foot apart. "Where are you going?" She asks.

Osso lifts his head to look at the trees. That bird has come closer, he notices; it sounds like it's somewhere to his left, peeping into the cool winter air. It's voice carries uncharacteristically far in the cold. "I'm just going," he says, looking sidelong at her. "Is that a problem?"

Kenai smiles. It warms her face considerably. "No," she says. "Lead the way then, Osso."

[Thelastsilhouette]

So beautiful! Kosciusko, your adopts are all so stunning <3

[Ariana Black]

Can we order art?

[heffalumps]

The Run and Go-21 pilots


I can't take them on my own, my own
Oh, I'm not the one you know, you know
I have killed a man and all I know
Is I am on the run and go.

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Don't wanna call you in the nighttime
Don't wanna give you all my pieces
Don't wanna hand you all my trouble
Don't wanna give you all my demons
You'll have to watch me struggle
From several rooms away
But tonight I'll need you to stay.

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Do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do

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I am up against the wall, the wall
For I hear them coming down the hall
I have killed a man and all I know
Is I am on the run and go.

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Don't wanna call you in the nighttime
Don't wanna give you all my pieces
Don't wanna hand you all my trouble
Don't wanna give you all my demons
You'll have to watch me struggle
From several rooms away
But tonight I'll need you to stay.

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Do-do-do-do, do-do-do-do

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Cold nights under siege from accusations
Cerebral thunder in one-way conversations
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh.

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Don't wanna call you in the nighttime
Don't wanna give you all my pieces
Don't wanna hand you all my trouble
Don't wanna give you all my demons
You'll have to watch me struggle
From several rooms away
But tonight I'll need you to stay.

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Tonight I'll need you to stay!

Username: MiloThePitbull
Name: Somewhere in Hell//Reaper
Gender: Stallion
Height: 18.1hh
Halter Colour: surprise me with something to do with either his show or barn name

EXTRAS;
theme song; The kids aren't Alright-The Offspring

History: Reaper's theme song tells the story, he was born in a nice place where he was safe and where he was happy. But as he grew older the story changed, his owner sold him with the property and the new owners weren't all that good. Reaper was once a gentle horse, he was once very kind and caring and from the name Hale he became Reaper. A horse that would kill you at any chance he would get.

He would greet the new owner at the fence, but that's when the slaps came. The sting of pain on his neck, nose and face didn't change his mind of being friends. Then it was the whip, the lashes left scars on his hide from where old cuts were made, by now the young stallion was beginning to not like this new person, not one bit.

Then came the starving, no hay nor oats were given to the colt and his friends, not one biscuit for the five of them, nothing. The torture continued, Reaper reared as the man would come into the paddock, charge and bare his teeth. Eventually the then 5 year old stallion had gone through torture, but on this day, Reaper had had enough. He was all skin and bones yet he still had his strength that he reserved down inside his burning soul, he charged the man and picked him up by the arm and threw him over the fence.

The man was killed and Reaper was ceased by the RSPCA, he was going to be put down but nobody could get near him. The torture he suffered was irreparable, he can only be helped by someone like him. But until that happens he will remain as Reaper, the stallion with a backlash.

Personal quote: 'I don't hate you, i never will. I just act like i do, because it's easier than admitting that i miss you.'

[Tatangi]

Username: Raven Brigade
Name: Magora
Gender: Mare
Height: 16 hh
Halter Colour: Crimson

[defiance.]

☢ defiance.
☢ Madness is like Gravity // Jack
☢ stallion
☢ 17.1hh
☢ surprise halter color
the barn decided to name this stallion after the joker when he first arrived at the stables, however simply naming him 'joker' seemed so unoriginal. his new caretakers decided on 'jack' instead. while in itself 'jack' is a fairly common name, the context in which they used it is rather unique. after some research, the caretakers found that the joker's given birth name was, in fact, 'jack', but no last name was discovered. while originally intending to name this stallion after whatever the joker's given surname was, after finding there was never a specific one, settled on 'jack' instead. they found it fit the stallion quite nicely, and he seems to respond to it. the name jack not taken in the joker sense typically means 'god is gracious'.
▄▄▄"monsters are real, ghosts are real too. they live inside us, and sometimes, they win."▄▄▄
the caretakers didn't know what to expect when they took the rescue horse in. they expected fear, hostility, maybe even anger. the rescue horse -later to become known as jack- displayed none of these things. though the caretakers knew to give him his space, and work with him slowly to build up confidence, the stallion seemed...disinterested in their slow pace and lack of progress. throughout the time the caretaker's spent 'rehabilitating' the stallion that didn't seem to need rehab, they learned a lot about him. jack is quiet. he rarely makes a noise. when the grain is being given out in the morning and in the afternoon, he stands in the corner of his stall and stays quiet. he never nickers when he sees another horse he's turned out with, he never nickers when he sees one of his favorite people approaching him with an apple. it's almost as if he's above all that, as if a horse can be. at first it was a bit worrying, unnatural even, but after the vet determined that physically nothing seemed wrong with jack, they came to accept it for who he was. they also found he was extremely intelligent, catching onto new tasks at an incredibly fast rate. he didn't have a lot of patience for going slow, and would plow through new prospects easily. he's not curious, but he's not timid either. he won't readily approach something to examine it, though if encouraged he won't back off either. he enjoys his personal space, preferring the solitude and safety of his stall over the openness of the pasture he typically spends his days in. he's never taken well to pulling wok, and eventually they gave up trying to make him do the work they usually had the drafts do. the caretakers found he preferred trail riding, so now they take turns riding him on the winding, long trails through woods and over rivers and moors and up mountains even. jack seems to enjoy it thoroughly, though if you don't notice him well it's hard to notice adjustments in his attitude. usually he's fairly mild tempered, and has his ears relaxed, though when he's enjoying himself his ears tend to move a bit more- almost as if he's more engaged and paying attention rather than just mindlessly going with it. the one strong aversion he really does have it water. he will act up extremely when the caretakers are trying to bathe him. this usually involves bucking, rearing, spinning, biting, ears binning back, kicking, and the whole shebang. other than that, it's hard to believe he feels anything at all.

[Kosciusko]

Just a reminder for those who want to complete their forms:
This comp will close for judging on the night of the 31st (Australian time).

[Kosciusko]

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