[Potato.]

username; Alhena
name; The Mad Mans Game || Arthur
gender; Stallion
eye color: green
dam: -
sire: -
Breeding Notes: Pintaloosa is overo + near leopard

[naumachy]

reserve

[Captain Chomp]

Hamilton a former police horse was viewed as a hero, a small town's pride and joy, his name was tarnished when his partner's was. Busted in a scandal loitering money his partner had earned 20 years in federal prison and loss of job. It left Hamilton in the hands of the local police force. He had been hand reared by his human partner and the loss of a life long bond made the stallion bitter.

[mistik.]

Res <3

[Thelastsilhouette]

username; thelastsilhouette
name; Forged in Fire / Baryeonycks
gender; Stallion
halter color: Surprise?

[warg]

username; warg

name; Yngvarr [means warroir in norwegian]

gender; Stallion

halter color; black with green celtic knots

personality; Yngvarr is a wild-hearted young stallion, he lives for glory and the
feeling of wind blowing his mane amuck. Yngvarr fancies himself a full fledged viking,
he even carries around a sword everywhere he goes, you never know when you might
need it. He's very open and very loud, easily a leader figure around other tolters. He
inspires others to take action, no matter what topic. He's very straight-forward, he
tends to face things head on instead of beating around the bush. Yngvarr is nearly
immune to sarcasm and it almost always goes right over his head, which can be quite
entertaining to others and very frustrating for him. Yngvarr would never intentionally
hurt an ally, and always helps others to the best of his ability. When facing people
opposed to him Yngvarr is very honorable, no matter if the other tolters are or not.
Honor is very important to this little guy.

x
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I belong

I belong to the sea.

From the salty sea air burning my face.

In the freezing cold water holding you in embrace.

To the freedom that takes you anyplace.

I belong to the sea.

x

I belong to the field.

From the safety of hiding behind a shield.

In the clanging of swords I so willingly wield.

To the times I refused to yield.

I belong to the field.

x

I belong to the sky.

From the children around me running so spry.

In the songs of my culture that are anything but dry.

To the small birds that so love to fly.

I belong to the sky.

x

I belong.

-by Me [Lauren W.] June 15th 2k16

[buckskin.]

username; MiloThePitBull
Show name: Never too Late to be King
Barn name; Harry
Gender; stallion
Halter color; dark red with gold crowns across it
Theme song: Monster by Skillet
Personality:
Harry sometimes feels like a doormat that everyone just walks and doesn't care for and that often makes ticked off and a bit angry making him not the nicest at times. People often go that horse bites, don't go near him or i would never trust that horse because of the way he reacts when he doesn't like something for example; when someone jerks up his girth his reaction is to throw his head and pin his ears back or sometimes turn and nip at them or when someone smacks him with a crop when he doesn't know what they are asking from him he will try and drop them.
But little Harry just needs someone to show him a world he will understand but for some reason he enjoys being the cranky stallion of the barn and takes fun in scaring the humans that come near his stall or his paddock. Its almost like the feeling fulfills his need for revenge, like it makes him feel powerful and that it gives him the strength to live another day. Some say that he has 'Little Man Syndrome' as even when he has his head stuck in a bale of hay he still knows where everyone is and is ready to jump out and scare the living daylight out of everyone and everything. Although Harry is a pain on the ground he is a dream to ride, his canter is like gliding across the ground and he often takes jumps with ease. This little stallion is a been there, done that type of horse and is often a winner at every show he goes to. With a give it a go type of attitude this horse will try and jump anything that is put infront of him.
Harry is extremely independent and hates relying on the other horses even when he is lame or sick he always wants to do everything for himself. Harry also isn't the kindest to the other horses who he enjoys chasing away from his corner when they get too close, he is almost like a stereotypical pitbull with his attitude and aggressive nature towards everyone and everything.
Art:

[gull.]

dropping out, no muse. def will be stalking tho o.o

[j. bourne]

ahhhhh, possible reserve if I have the time and muse. if not I'll certainly be stalking this ♥

[DeadlyArcana]

username; Alhena
name; The Mad Mans Game || Arthur
gender; Stallion
halter color; A faded leather tone to it to make it look old and beaten from all the fights hes endured.
Personality; Arthur is someone you don't want to get involved with. He for one, has no control over his anger. He is explosive
and dangerous, a threat to many as some may describe him. Others call him mad or unpredictable. All know not to cross him
or dare to approach him when he's having one of his bad days, he will let loose and attack anyone in sight, even if they did
nothing wrong.

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Story about Arthur Meeting Nybbas for the first time

Mumbling could be heard from where Arthur was being held. The stallions bright green eyes darted around the dark space, attempting to find a way out before people came back for him.
The voices from outside had dawn closer, footsteps echoed around the dark metal room.
"Get ready for him. He's a wild one." A mans voice bounced through Arthur's ears, the same voice that had gotten him into this mess before hand. His body pumped with anger, ears pinned back, hooves stomping against the floor. He was ready to charge and attack anyone at any moment.
Suddenly a burst of bright light filled the metal room, temporarily blinding Arthur, he squeezed his eyes closed so they could adjust to the sudden change or lighting. As his eyes finally focused, a large pasture stood in front of him, it was vast and vacant, just how he liked it. The voices were silent, awaiting to see what the wild stallion would do next; The people outside finally heard the drumming of hooves, alerting them that the horse had finally moved from the trailer and into the pasture.
The wind whipped past Arthurs face as he galloped around the open area. His ears perked and twitching, attempting to figure out his surroundings. His beautiful coat was clotted with old mud and splotches of blood, but none of that mattered to him, all he wanted was peace and quiet. But sadly his dream was to be soon broken as another stallion approached him. The other stallions name is Nybbas, aka one of the evilest stallions at Woodstock.

"who might you be stallion?" His deep voice echoed across the field towards Arthur, his stance faltered as a new voice startled him.
"Who are you? Where am I?"
Nybbas laughed at the new comer, another newbie to pick on. Wonderful.

"My name is Nybbas, son of Richtofen. This is my pasture mate, now how about you either scram or explain why you were put in here."

"I don't bloody know why I am here. I got placed in a metal box and taken away from my old home."

"Great. Looks like we will be pasture mates then. Little rule about living with me, you will not bother me for anything. Bother the stable hands that get paid to take care of us. Got it?"
Arthur snorted in annoyance but simply nodded in agreement.