[husky.]

a simpler design for this tolt c:

to enter, please show me their character through stories, personality, q & a, etc, anything to do with writing. max 300 words each section. i'd prefer if they were a male, though any gender/sex is allowed.

username; iBrevity
name; Lord of Wild Things // Cernunnos
gender; Stallion
eye colour; Grey

breeding notes;
edits may pass to 5/10 foals with owner's permission
2nd gen, same deal
3rd gen, no edits

[Lady Tuesday]

username; It's Tuesday Again.
show name; The Trees Have Ears
name; Hearken
gender; Stallion
extras; wip<3

[Tazaria]

show name;
Bullet of a dream
name;
Bullet
gender;
Stallion
extras;
A Little Poem:

Bullet

A foal with a dream of gold,

That wonders if it will ever unfold,

Galloping down the racetrack,

Oh what an impact when he was told,

Racing is just not your thing,

You will never have the bling,

To follow the bullet of your dream.

[Good.Pointe]

username; Rose Rivervalley
show name; RS To Mars And Back
name; Mars
gender; Stallion
extras;

WIPPPPPP OH LAWD YES WIP

[Captain Chomp]

Reserve

[Half Tree]

(is so happy you are back c:)

username; Stumpy STMP
show name; The Wounds Of Honour
name; Raiden
gender; Stallion
extras; How he came to be at Serpentine:

Meeting with Lubeau:

Fighting his Demons:

A new friend:

The plot thickens:

[iBrevity]

username;
iBrevity

show name;
Lord of Wild Things

name;
Cernunnos

name meaning;
Cernunnos is a god from Celtic mythology, often called "the horned god" in literature. He protects wildlife and wild things, plants and woods and anything that may spring from nature. He is usually depicted as man with an enormous set of deer antlers though he is not frequently seen within art or even literature. He is considered something of a mysterious stranger. Some call him the "Lord of Wild Things", thus Cernunnos' show name. He prefers his full name, although he accepts nicknames along a similar vein, such as "Cer" (pronounced with a hard 'c') or "Nunnos" (pronounced like 'new-nos').
[100 words]

gender;
male

eye colour;
grey

personality:
discreet || principled || idealistic || old-fashioned
There is something odd about Cernunnos. All the horses at Clovercliff know this and all of them whisper of it. He is simply... odd. He's quiet in conversation, often looking out into space over your shoulder even while you speak directly to him. He gets distracted by the sounds of birds and the movement of deer. He wanders into the woods that frame Clovercliff Ranch and does not reappear for days. He carries his head as though there is a weight there, as though he is closer to the stags the horses see flit between the trees than he is to them. The deer are not afraid of him and neither are the other wild creatures; they venture out of the brush, raccoons and foxes and birds and a few hesitating bears. There must be some sort of communication established for none act untoward when with him. He is accompanied often by birds, scattered on his shoulders and back, perched in his mane and between his ears like a crown. He does not talk often to the horses but rather speaks in low tones to the animals. Mostly the other horses find this very unnerving.

On the infrequent times he can be coaxed to conversation he is distant. He talks a lot of animals and trees and not a lot of gossip. Although he knows every horse at Clovercliff by name and reputation he rarely talks about them himself and never joins a conversation with a clear invitation. He approaches every situation with chivalry, to a near medieval point. For example, he speaks in a very precise and careful way and also very slowly, as though he must consider each word before he can say it aloud. He is also stiffly polite and formal to all.
[300 words]



relationships:
Starling ;;
Starling appreciates birds and that is the foundation of their friendship. She likes to stand beside Cernunnos and hope the birds venture from his shoulders to hers and she laughs upon the sensation of their small feet and clenching toes. She doesn't ask Cernunnos to talk and for that he appreciates her. She's as content to listen to the conversations of the birds as he is. He has noticed that the birds seem to like her, a rarity among the horses of Clovercliff, so he takes their acceptance as a sort of stamp of approval. Long before Cernunnos' appearance she would watch the wild birds on her own time, and has said once to him, in her quiet, even voice, that he merely gave her an opportunity to look closer at them.

Caribee ;;
Cernunnos sort of fell into a friendship with Caribee by virtue of the latter's laziness alone. Caribee takes every opportunity to nap, and often does so curled up in a haphazard pile of legs and hair and Cernunnos tripped on him one morning upon leaving the woods. They went down in a tangle of limbs and when both had righted themselves Caribee was laughing loud and long; he sort of adopted Cernunnos after that, taking the other on as a best friend. Since he already gets along with Starling (as the both of them are good friends with Basileus) he often stands with them on clear mornings and watches them watch birds. He doesn't understand the obsession but he doesn't mind overmuch if the birds settle on him too.
[261 words]

a snippet of a story:
Cernunnos first saw a deer when he was but a colt and still wandering about on wobbling legs. His mother had gotten distracted rooting through the trough and did not notice her son picking a careful path through the tangle of undergrowth that weaved among the thin trunks of the patch of woods that grew on the ranch's property. He was distracted with the play of the light on the leaves, the quiet breeze that crept in along the ground and whisked about his ankles. He didn't notice how far he'd gone until he had gone quite farther than he had intended.

When he stopped, a bubble of panic welling up in his narrow chest, he saw a pair of rich brown eyes watching him from the brush. The eyes came forward to reveal the sloping face of a stag, a tall, proud-headed thing with broad shoulders and sweeping flanks. His small hooves were silent where they touched the leaves and the muscles moving beneath his coat were fluid and graceful. Cernunnos watched in open-mouthed awe, his own eyes magnificently wide, an excited smile creeping up over his muzzle. The stag seemed curious and unafraid and he lowered his head to more closely scrutinize Cernunnos, lipping at his short mane, the arch of his neck.

Cernunnos stood perfectly still. He tried not to move lest he startle the stag and he watched the animal move around him, snuffling, ears pivoted forward beneath the tight crown of his antlers. When he eventually moved off Cernunnos let loose a loud excited yell, turning in a tight circle and kicking his heels up. He ran back to his mother, dodging through the tangled growth, yelling about deer and the woods and the shadows antlers left on the forest floor.
[296 words]



an image of a dream:
When Cernunnos dreams he dreams of things he has never seen. He dreams of what he thinks might be Ireland, of sloping emerald hills and stout mushroom circles, of fairy rings and the rattle of insect wings that make more noise than they possibly should. He dreams of thick accents and a language he can't understand and a sort of rain that comes down hard, blowing in sideways, soaking his coat and making him laugh.

He dreams of the weight of antlers on his head, a dull ache in his neck muscles of something comfortable and familiar, of running so fast that he feels as though he's not touching the ground at all. He dreams of a past he knows he could not have possibly experienced, of castles and villages and people who look little like the ranchhands he knows, people in rough clothing and hay-thatched houses. Cernunnos was named after a Celtic god and he wonders sometimes if he's remembering things from another life but he disregards the idea with a sleepy laugh; that's silly of course, and yet his dreams feel too solid to possibly be something he has imagined.

His favorite dreams are the dreams in which he lives underground, in a twisting rolling labyrinth of tunnels and holes and enormous antechambers. He loves these dreams, the wet smell of the soil, the coolness wafting off the walls, the distant sound of inhuman laughter he can hear through the dirt. He loves the way the tunnels move around him, rolling under his hooves and across his shoulders and back, the half-light filtering in through grass screens. He loves finding little mushroom rings in the Clovercliff woods because they make him think of these dreams, of the stories in which fairies slide into the earth through mushroom doors.
[300 words]

what do birds sing of?
Although Cernunnos' contingency of birds is fluid and changes by the day there are a few individuals who are frequently spotted nestled among the flock. One of those is a black-capped chickadee, round from hay seeds fetched from Cernunnos' food trough and oats rooted from his stall. This chickadee he calls Brighid, after a Celtic deity of fire and light, for her loud chirping and brash attitude. He refers to her very fondly as "Brig" and she seems to accept the name, for her cheeps sweetly when he speaks to her and ever so gently preens his ears. She can often be found seated at the middle of his neck, her small toes curled against his mane, her feathers fluffed up and her chubby body obvious.

The second frequent companion is a bright male robin who is abnormally small for his age, perhaps born to it or deprived of food when younger. He is far likelier to sleep than rouse the rest of the flock to action. He likes to sit between Cernunnos' ears and chirp sleepily into his ears, frequently dozing at his perch, content to remain there for days at a time. He shares food like most of the birds do, though Cernunnos takes special care to make sure the robin gets a square meal. He calls this bird Sucellos after a god of love and time, for the robin himself is sweet-natured to the other birds and the likeliest to move aside when a fight breaks out.

Brighid and Sucellos can be found at any time on Cernunnos' body or close at hand. They seem to get along well with one another and have become something of the leads of the rest of the birds, demanding silence when Cernunnos is thinking or dividing up the food fairly.
[300 words]

[feverrr]

soooo many ideas <3

• stallion named Kolichiyaw, 'skunk' in Native American
• lived wild in a herd on a Native American reserve in youth
• saved by tourists when found with a broken ankle
• part time vet was walking along the edge of the reserve
• she and her friends found a limping colt in the forest
• brought him to a shelter and nursed him back to health
• sold him off to a barn and told them his story, earned name

[grapejuice]

ressss owo

[♥Meeshi♥]

Personality;;
Hurley, as you can tell from his name, is a rather big
boy with a big personality, and not to mention, a big
appetite! He tries to be the king of everything, the
pack leader at the barn, with his harsh insults, and
kicks, and how he nips at the bad horses tails. Surely
, he tries to keep things in place, being the big boss,
but sometimes, he gets spooked, and will, instead
kick, race off, or he'll see something tasty and he'll
dig right in. For certain, I've never seen any horse
at the barn eat like him, and certainly, no horse as
vigorous and ambitious to be the leader. As much as
he tries though, he can't be a good leader, weather
it be he run his tail between his legs, or the way he
can't control other horses like he think he can.



Likes;;
⁍ Eating
⁍Oats are his favorite snake
⁍Peppermints are his favorite snack
⁍All the mares
⁍His own pasture
⁍Lunging
⁍Nipping at horses
⁍neighing loudly
⁍Being leader

Dislikes;;
⁍Stallions
⁍In group lessons
⁍Being alone
⁍Timothy Hay
⁍Crops
⁍Anything English
⁍Little kids
⁍Mean people
⁍Mean horses

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Name;; Hurley {Irish name for"Lord of the west"}
Show name;; A Million Miles West
Gender;; Stallion
Halter Color;; What ever fits best
Eye Color;; Green??{I can't tell, sorry cx}
Coat Color;; Bay Roan w Skunk Tail
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Backstory;; When he was younger,
he was an untrained colt, left alone
in a pasture, abandoned in a sense,
although his owners still fed him. He
had trouble eating due to that, as
he should have still been on his
mother's milk. Many years later,
when he was bigger, had some
trouble with eating still, he was
stolen. Stolen by who? He was stolen
by one of the biggest horse stables
around. They didn't use a warrant
or anything, just took him one day
from his pasture. He was scared,
at first, like he was all the time
but when he came to the barn,
he found the love he sought out
for so many years before.
They comforted him, trained the
lovely little stallion. before long
the scared, little colt, who found
the love for being nurtured, had
found his loud voice and his
bossy attitude towards the other
horses. but after several years,
the original owners found who had
stolen their colt. not only was the
big stable put in court for theft,
but the Animal Health Society, found
Hurley's conditions with his
first owners unlivable, so he was bought
by White Willow Farms. he has had a
happy life of being the bossy
stallion he is, and he loves to play
with his giant ball in his own big pasture.
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