[Thelastsilhouette]

Generation: 1

Username: Birman Kitty
Show Name: City of Romance
Barn Name: Paris
Gender: Mare
Eye Color: Golden Brown / Deep Blue
Height: 17 hh
Halter color: Baby Blue
War Story:

I stood silently as the strange man sinched up my girth, I held my breath to the point I thought I may faint, but luckily I didn't. Once the man stepped back, admiring his work and ability to figurativly split me in half, I gasped for air, and the girth loosened. He reached up and patted me on the neck and said "Paris, old girl, I could never get anything past you". I nickered, acknowledging that he was talking to me. He snorted and walked off, apparently grabbing the costume artist to fix my Sergeant Reckless outfit.
Oh, I forgot to mention, I am often used for War Recreations, and play almost any part, from the main character to the background tied-up pony. Usually I will be used for pulling some sort of cart, but no, today I was going to be Sergeant Reckless.
I could be easily considered Sergeant Reckless's complete oppisite, since she was a tiny mongolian mare, and a plain chestnut with little markings, and extremely light boned, on the other hand I am a big 17hh flashy dappled grey tobiano, big boned and no-one could say I wasn't gorgeous.
I stare down at the photo of Sergeant Reckless that the designer was holding, yep chestnut, I thought. I held still while she fastened the red blanket onto my back. It read: Sgt Reckless First Marine Division.
My tail grazed over my back as I swatted that annoying fly, that was almost annoying as the designer. It had been a good hour since she first started fitting this blanket to me, and here we are, still standing here. Tempted to reach down and bite that big floofy wig of hers, something else caught my attention. The men dressed as marines marched out carrying a sign that said: She isn't a horse, she's a marine!
I snorted as I read this, humans are so strange.
We went about the war recreation, I preformed some of my tricks when asked, such as bowing and rearing. The whole time all I thought about was how hot it was to be wearing this blanket, I felt terrible thinking that the actual Sergeant Reckless had to wear this all the time! I waltzed about carrying letters or something on my back, and finally the recreation was over. I excitedly nickered as they unclipped the blanket, only to reveal my back, drenched in sweat and foam. Some other people came around and started to groom me, they clipped my bridle path, and shaved my ears so that they weren't so fuzzy. Oh well, at least people are paying attention to me.
They unhooked me from the post and led me into the fancy trailer, and hauled me back to the barn where I happily relaxed in my comfortable stall.

Breeding Note: Heterochromia may pass to 50% of foals at random

[Tazaria]

Res

Username:
Show Name:
Barn Name:
Gender: Mare
Eye Color: Golden Brown / Deep Blue
Height: 17 hh
Halte

[Yodel]

Username: misswarrior123
Show Name:
Barn Name:
Gender: Mare
Eye Color: Golden Brown / Deep Blue
Height: 17 hh
Halter color:
War Story:

WIP! JAW DROPPING! THIS MARE IS GORGEOUS!

[Phina Wolf]

Username: Phina Wolf
Show Name: You Have Know Idea The Pain I've Seen
Barn Name: Hidden
Gender: Mare
Eye Color: Golden Brown / Deep Blue
Height: 17 hh
Halter color: surprise me.
War Story:
Hidden wasn't always my name. I earned it. My first name was Joyous Sonnet, called Joy by the troops. Yes, troops. I was a military horse for the first three years of my life, having only been given to a local farm this last year after my rider...we..let me start at the beginning.

I first entered the military as a yearling brought in for training. It was hard, but I enjoyed it. I even enjoyed the shooting practice, after I got over how scary the guns sounded. I trained for a whole year before I was sent to the field. That's when it sank in. This wasn't games, this wasn't for fun. This was death and pain and anger and hate, all in one place. Two sets of humans, giant machines and guns, each set on destroying the other, for no reason I could see.

Had my training been less strict, I would gave bolted as soon as I was led out of the trailer. The scent of blood and death filled my nostrils, the sight of it filled my eyes, the sound of it filled my ears and I could even feel it under my hooves. This was hades, the land of eternal torture. It surrounded me, immersing me in it's evil and filth. I hated it. But there was nothing I could do.

For a whole year my rider Nathaniel and I fought for things we didn't know of, risking or lives almost ever day to defend something we didn't understand. At night Nathaniel would sneak into my stall and talk to me. He always ended up in tears, his face pressed against my neck, his body wracked with grief. Some days it was worse than other, he would come in and tell me all about a friend of his, some that I had met, some that I hadn't, and cried for hours. But as soon as the sun rose, or an officer handed Nathaniel a mission, he was a solider again, and soldiers don't cry.

Then it happened. One day Nathaniel and I were on the front lines, the most hated position in the whole army. We had already almost died over ten times and were almost ready to call for reinforcements. Nathaniel never got to make that call. A shot rang out, louder and closer than the others, and I heard Nathaniel give a strangled cry. His body became lip and he slipped off my bak. With a wail for grief, I bolted. Contrary to all my training, I ran. Nathaniel had kept my going. He had kept me strong. Now, he was gone.

I ran and ran until I couldn't run anymore. The army found me the next day and sold me to a nearby farm, saying that if I bolted they had no further use for me. I am having a hard time settling in here, as no one knows about Nathaniel and I can't talk about him. It hurts to much. Maybe one day he will become a sweet memory, but not today.


Oh, what a beauty!!

[certified]

She's omg... (Take this well, because I'm not a huge fan of the short haired Gypsies.) But omg. You did amazing. Drooling.

Username:
Show Name:
Barn Name:
Gender: Mare
Eye Color: Golden Brown / Deep Blue
Height: 17 hh
Halter color:
War Story: major WIP

Going to drop this to give others a chance, as I already have one! c: Good luck to everyone who is entering and congrats to the future owner! ^-^

[gently]

unfortunately i don't think i'll have the time to write up a good story for this bab so i'm pulling out - best of luck to all and congrats to the winner <33

[Thelastsilhouette]

Just want to make sure that everyone is 100% aware that what I mean by War Recreations and having you write a War Story, it's about a horse who plays in a historical replica of an old battle. I just want to make sure that no stories get super gory or anything like that

[Phina Wolf]

Ohhhh....okay. I'll fix that when I get to my laptop. Rats, my muse and I actually cooperated for that story.....

[legendari]

Username: Legendari
Show Name:
Barn Name:
Gender: Mare
Eye Color: Golden Brown / Deep Blue
Height: 17 hh
Halter color:
War Story:
res <3

[Kallisto Moon]

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Username: Birman Kitty
Show Name: City of Romance
Barn Name: Paris
Gender: Mare
Eye Color: Golden Brown / Deep Blue
Height: 17 hh
Halter color: Baby Blue
War Story:

I stood silently as the strange man sinched up my girth, I held my breath to the point I thought I may faint, but luckily I didn't. Once the man stepped back, admiring his work and ability to figurativly split me in half, I gasped for air, and the girth loosened. He reached up and patted me on the neck and said "Paris, old girl, I could never get anything past you". I nickered, acknowledging that he was talking to me. He snorted and walked off, apparently grabbing the costume artist to fix my Sergeant Reckless outfit.
Oh, I forgot to mention, I am often used for War Recreations, and play almost any part, from the main character to the background tied-up pony. Usually I will be used for pulling some sort of cart, but no, today I was going to be Sergeant Reckless.
I could be easily considered Sergeant Reckless's complete oppisite, since she was a tiny mongolian mare, and a plain chestnut with little markings, and extremely light boned, on the other hand I am a big 17hh flashy dappled grey tobiano, big boned and no-one could say I wasn't gorgeous.
I stare down at the photo of Sergeant Reckless that the designer was holding, yep chestnut, I thought. I held still while she fastened the red blanket onto my back. It read: Sgt Reckless First Marine Division.
My tail grazed over my back as I swatted that annoying fly, that was almost annoying as the designer. It had been a good hour since she first started fitting this blanket to me, and here we are, still standing here. Tempted to reach down and bite that big floofy wig of hers, something else caught my attention. The men dressed as marines marched out carrying a sign that said: She isn't a horse, she's a marine!
I snorted as I read this, humans are so strange.
We went about the war recreation, I preformed some of my tricks when asked, such as bowing and rearing. The whole time all I thought about was how hot it was to be wearing this blanket, I felt terrible thinking that the actual Sergeant Reckless had to wear this all the time! I waltzed about carrying letters or something on my back, and finally the recreation was over. I excitedly nickered as they unclipped the blanket, only to reveal my back, drenched in sweat and foam. Some other people came around and started to groom me, they clipped my bridle path, and shaved my ears so that they weren't so fuzzy. Oh well, at least people are paying attention to me.
They unhooked me from the post and led me into the fancy trailer, and hauled me back to the barn where I happily relaxed in my comfortable stall.