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Old horses are the best horses hehe

6/15 GA HGs

For this guy, I want to hear about how he's dealt with getting old
Be as creative as you want, but there's a 500 word limit ^^
You may have one extra in the form of 1 art piece or a 300 word written work <3
You may also pretty up the form as much as you'd like, but no super bright text
Any form containing text that is such a light colour that it is hard to read will be immediately disqualified

Ends on the 9th or after 5 completed forms, whichever comes first c:

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[b]username;;[/b]
[b]show name;;[/b] (optional)
[b]barn name;;[/b]
[b]gender;;[/b] male
[b]age;;[/b] (must be over 20 years old)
[b]height;;[/b] 17.2hh
[b]halter colour:[/b]
[b]how has he dealt with getting old?;;[/b] (500 word limit)
[b]1 extra;;[/b] (optional, 1 art piece or 300 word limit written work)

[GhiraWar]

username;; GhiraWar.
show name;; Nyx's Fallen Angel.
barn name;; Eros.
gender;; Male.
age;; 23.
height;; 17.2hh.
halter colour: Black fading to dark gold with little crows and such in the gold area, golden buckles.
how has he dealt with getting old?;; Eros deals with getting older by reminding himself that, his brother Bane, is much older than him. Even though Eros has old bones and isn't the speedy crow he used to be, he reminds himself that Bane is worse. At least Eros can gallop for a few seconds whilst Bane cannot even get into a trot. It's still hard to not feel down about being old, especially when he sees multiple horses rippling with muscle and easily galloping for ten minutes straight. All the handsome stallions, with their coats gleaming in the sun, getting all the pretty mares, jumping 4'3" easily...It's hard, but he just reminds himself that Bane is older than him.
1 extra;; (WIP)

[Yodel]

username;; misswarrior123
show name;; (optional)
barn name;;
gender;; male
age;; (must be over 20 years old)
height;; 17.2hh
halter colour:
how has he dealt with getting old?;; (500 word limit)
1 extra;; (optional, 1 art piece or 300 word limit written work)

Dropping out, good luck everyone!

[mainstream geologist]

username;; ✧ 浮気者 ✧
show name;; dawn of dreams
barn name;; dwayne
gender;; male
age;; 26 years
height;; 17.2hh
halter colour: surprise me~
how has he dealt with getting old?;; (500 word limit)
personality;; (300 word limit written work)

wip

[T h e M a r t i a n]

username;;

T h e M a r t i a n

show name;;

Head In the Clouds

barn name;;

Olympus

gender;;

male

age;;

25 Years

height;;

17.2hh

halter colour:

Dark Blue, with colden accents

how has he dealt with getting old?;;

What can I say? I am old, and even I know to accept that. My coping mechanism? I focus on each day. It is simple really. Those that think of the impending doom that could show around every corner lie in fear. As a wise man once said, 'A coward dies many times, but the valiant taste of death but once.' ( wip )

past career;;

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[monochrome.]

username;;
show name;; AR's Once Upon a Fallen Kingdom
barn name;; Kiger King // "King"
gender;; Stallion
age;; Twenty two
height;; 17.2hh
halter colour: Surprise me c:
how has he dealt with getting old?;; [done in short story form, I hope that's alright! I also included the extra of three hundred words in the story to allow a total of eight hundred; please let me know if that's an issue! c:]

The morning began as it always did, with the sun crawling its way lazily over the red horizon, the horses waking in a dazed and content manner. The barn was one of free range policies, allowing its horses to remain outside in all weather conditions that were deemed safe. And thus, the hills were coated in fresh colors of duns, bays, and palominos. Each horse roamed aimlessly, its coat flashing in the early morning sunlight. The stallion, his face gray with age and his eyes weary with exhaustion, appeared over the hill's crest. The single herd member had been awake before all else, his knowing eyes following every movement in the animals' sleep and wake. He'd done as he did every day - watching the stars both rise and fall, sleeping only in bouts of calm. Watching the herd was something that he did best, something that allowed him to feel comfortable and at home, in a way. He'd watched the horses stir, seen the canvas of the sky become painted in colors much prettier than ever before. He'd done it every day, for his entire life.
And he'd loved every minute of it.

The stallion's muscles ached, moving fluidly but with weariness and exhaustion under a coat grown ragged in length. He seemed to be lacking any energy, barely awake at all, but he moved with peace and calm. The serenity of the morning's waking hours brought King a sense of safety, and the stallion stopped his motions when he reached the hill's peak, his hooves resting sturdily in the grass graced with early morning dew. A soft nicker escaped his velvety muzzle as he looked over the herd that he belonged to, its peacefulness only disturbed when riders appeared each weekend to learn. Horses wove in and out of the masses, the general atmosphere of calm holding strong. King ruled the herd, in a sort of way, as he had climbed the herd's hierarchy years before due to his sharp bite, strong kick, and wise choices. The spring breeze blew softly, and the stallion bent his neck, velvet muzzle munching on the green grass. Before he managed to consume more than four blades, however, the soft whinny of a creature caused the mighty beast to raise his head. The stallion's large weight shifted as his neck craned in search of the source, each motion smooth and fluid with age and serenity.

The noise appeared to have originated with a small foal, a soft bay filly, her skin covered in a gentle palomino color, her eyes and heart not weathered in the least by the world around her. The old stallion smiled, in the way that a horse could smile, and extended his muzzle to her in a soft greeting. He chuffed, the noise a soft rumble in his chest, and the filly nickered in response, a mischievous expression spreading across her face. She took off, small and nimble muscles weaving through the herd and darting across the field with power, her energy not affected by the distance or terrain. King exhaled, his snort more in recognition and disbelief than anything, and allowed his strong and fluid muscles to pull him across the field. The cold spring air bit the stallion down to his bones, chilling him to the core, but he didn't mind. His motions became more fluid and controlled, his heart rate growing in speed and frequency. The excitement of the race was incredible, and he quickly fell into line adjacent to the filly. With a huff, he fell back, the real reason unbeknownst to his "competitor". When the spring breeze flew against his muzzle, the stallion took a deep breath. And for the first time in awhile, he felt not like a weathered old king responsible for presiding over a fallen kingdom, but like a prince. King was a prince, in control of his destiny, the future ahead of him, the world bowing to his whims.

[659 words]

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Welp, the 9th has come and gone, apologies about the judging delay ^^;
I'm a little disappointed that there were so many unfinished form, but I guess you win some and you lose some hehe
On a lighter note!

A warm congrats on winning this boy <3

username;;
show name;; AR's Once Upon a Fallen Kingdom
barn name;; Kiger King // "King"
gender;; Stallion
age;; Twenty two
height;; 17.2hh
halter colour: Surprise me c:
how has he dealt with getting old?;; [done in short story form, I hope that's alright! I also included the extra of three hundred words in the story to allow a total of eight hundred; please let me know if that's an issue! c:]

The morning began as it always did, with the sun crawling its way lazily over the red horizon, the horses waking in a dazed and content manner. The barn was one of free range policies, allowing its horses to remain outside in all weather conditions that were deemed safe. And thus, the hills were coated in fresh colors of duns, bays, and palominos. Each horse roamed aimlessly, its coat flashing in the early morning sunlight. The stallion, his face gray with age and his eyes weary with exhaustion, appeared over the hill's crest. The single herd member had been awake before all else, his knowing eyes following every movement in the animals' sleep and wake. He'd done as he did every day - watching the stars both rise and fall, sleeping only in bouts of calm. Watching the herd was something that he did best, something that allowed him to feel comfortable and at home, in a way. He'd watched the horses stir, seen the canvas of the sky become painted in colors much prettier than ever before. He'd done it every day, for his entire life.
And he'd loved every minute of it.

The stallion's muscles ached, moving fluidly but with weariness and exhaustion under a coat grown ragged in length. He seemed to be lacking any energy, barely awake at all, but he moved with peace and calm. The serenity of the morning's waking hours brought King a sense of safety, and the stallion stopped his motions when he reached the hill's peak, his hooves resting sturdily in the grass graced with early morning dew. A soft nicker escaped his velvety muzzle as he looked over the herd that he belonged to, its peacefulness only disturbed when riders appeared each weekend to learn. Horses wove in and out of the masses, the general atmosphere of calm holding strong. King ruled the herd, in a sort of way, as he had climbed the herd's hierarchy years before due to his sharp bite, strong kick, and wise choices. The spring breeze blew softly, and the stallion bent his neck, velvet muzzle munching on the green grass. Before he managed to consume more than four blades, however, the soft whinny of a creature caused the mighty beast to raise his head. The stallion's large weight shifted as his neck craned in search of the source, each motion smooth and fluid with age and serenity.

The noise appeared to have originated with a small foal, a soft bay filly, her skin covered in a gentle palomino color, her eyes and heart not weathered in the least by the world around her. The old stallion smiled, in the way that a horse could smile, and extended his muzzle to her in a soft greeting. He chuffed, the noise a soft rumble in his chest, and the filly nickered in response, a mischievous expression spreading across her face. She took off, small and nimble muscles weaving through the herd and darting across the field with power, her energy not affected by the distance or terrain. King exhaled, his snort more in recognition and disbelief than anything, and allowed his strong and fluid muscles to pull him across the field. The cold spring air bit the stallion down to his bones, chilling him to the core, but he didn't mind. His motions became more fluid and controlled, his heart rate growing in speed and frequency. The excitement of the race was incredible, and he quickly fell into line adjacent to the filly. With a huff, he fell back, the real reason unbeknownst to his "competitor". When the spring breeze flew against his muzzle, the stallion took a deep breath. And for the first time in awhile, he felt not like a weathered old king responsible for presiding over a fallen kingdom, but like a prince. King was a prince, in control of his destiny, the future ahead of him, the world bowing to his whims.

[659 words]

[monochrome.]

This reply is a bit late due to exams, but thank you so much! I'll take great care of King! ^u^

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Hello!
There has been a slight numbering problem which we are now working to fix ^^
The number of this HG should be #370.
Please make sure to also change this on the horse's stable page c:
Thank you so much <3