[BluebonnetBree]

To win this babe give them a personality of at least 150 words and write a story about them between 500-2000 words.
Extras are allowed but no more than 4 c:

End Date: [strike]September 7th Extended - September 25th[/strike]

Breeding Notes:

- Pumpkin spots may not be passed
- Irregular brindle may not be passed but regular brindle is acceptable

Username: SpartanAmethyst
Name: SATO Let's Kill Tonight - Brendon
Gender: Stallion
Eye Color: Yellow/Orange Heterchromatic
Genetics: Ee/Ata
Sire: Foundation
Dam: Foundation

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Markity to see who wins

[SingSangJisung]

Ahh Mark!

[Folie]

mark

[summer.]

awe little pumpkin bab, mark <3

[iBrevity]

marking aaaah

[Eulee]

Mark c:

[Chaotic Queen]

Username:

soul of winter

Name:

you are a forgiver // allie

Gender:

mare

Halter Color:

Can it be galaxy?

Personality:

allie is a sweet mare, she has helped people with school, problems and also helped to raise her friends foal, when it got to much for her friend. Allie never turns anybody down and would never hurt anyone, even after people hurt her. She has been loyal to everyone and has been really caring. At times when things get rough, people ask if she needs help but she is to stubborn for them to help her, she always turns down the offer. Allie is a very fun and out going mare, when it's not one of those days. She has helped her best friend through heart breaks and when she looses her family, for Allie was a orphan foal and didn't know what it was like to have a family. So she met her best friend and her parents and they took her as one of their own. She finally got to know what love was after all the time she would spend alone.

(Word count: 164 words)

Story:

-reserved with how they became a orphan and how her life changed after one day

Extras: (optional)

Wip!!!

[heffalumps]

Username: MiloThePitBull
Name: Woodstock Evolution//Woody
Gender: stallion
Halter Color: blue and red
Personality:
Nothing stands between Woody and something he has in his vision, so once he is planning something there is no way to snap him out of it. Like a hunting dog after a wild boar, Woody is bound to stay locked on that idea that he has in his head and he won't stop until he had pursued his dream. He thinks that the only thing that's bullet proof is his self esteem and he doesn't care what others think of as long as he likes who he is.
Woody is also a very intelligent horse and has figured out how to undo the girth, how to open the gate, how to untie himself from the fence and much more. Some people describe him as crafty and feel like they can't trust him but the truth is that he is just a very smart horse and has even been known to open the feed bin when gets into the main shed. Woody is a coward of a horse and although he acts as if he is brave, he actually isn't and is extremely scared of the dark! He hates being alone during the night and will glue himself to Brochan's side and risks being kicked by the other stallion. Saying that, Brochan and Woody are good friends but Brochan does get annoyed at Woody when he gets clingy and follows him around like a little puppy during the night.
Woodstock is somewhat kind to the other horses, but it also depends in what mood he is as this stallion is quite hot-headed and gets angry really easily. He has been known to kick or bite at horses he doesn't particularity like when he is mad but always feels guilty afterwards as he does have a good heart.
Story:
Extras: (optional)

[SpartanAmethyst]

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Make room, we're
taking over here!
You're the galantine;
cold and alone,
it suits you well.
Won't find me
perching here again.

May your feet serve you well,
and the rest be sent to Hell-
Where they always have belonged,
cold hearts brew colder songs.
Fate will play us out
With a song of pure romance,
so stomp your feet
and clap your hands:

Let's kill tonight, kill tonight;
show them all you're
not the ordinary type.
Let's kill tonight!

★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★ ☆ ★

Username:
SpartanAmethyst

Name:
SATO Let's Kill Tonight
"Brendon"

Gender:
Stallion

Halter Color:
Bright blood red, black metal.
Maybe a black noseband with little
candy corn on it? 8D


Personality:
Brendon is just your typical stallion; grazes, sleeps, flirts with mares, loves to jump; you know, the usual.
Oh, and did I mention he is also an adrenaline junkie and Halloween fanatic?
Brendon is a high-strung Tolter who likes to live on the edge; high energy and hard to handle, he requires an experienced rider with the same likes and personality type as himself, otherwise they'd either be thrown, scared of him, or would get fed up with trying to work with him. He's very high maintenance, but is always eager to learn, eager to work, and excited to compete. Once his rider pulls out his competition tack, he starts to prance and throw his head in pure excitement. At his best, Brendon is loyal, eager, and fun; almost too fun, to be honest. Often times, outside of competition (and sometimes even then!) he doesn't really know how to be serious. He tends to think life is one big game: catching him in the pasture is a game of tag, taking a bath is a challenge to find the nearest dirt patch, a vet checkup is time to play hard to get, etc. It can get very frustrating, especially when no amount of punishment, reward, or training ever does any good to change his habits.
At his worst, Brendon is actually quite the different horse. He has been known to act very mysterious and even a little bit odd; he's rarely aggressive, but if he is angry, he's a force to be reckoned with. But that's not his biggest problem; although he'll bravely run into a dark forest during a new moon, he can actually be quite flighty. All it takes is for him to be alone; he's terrified of it. Even if it's a bright sunny day outside and he's got a huge pasture all to himself, he goes ballistic; once he almost pushed himself into a panic attack. He's got severe separation anxiety, so he always has to have a companion of some kind within eyesight. Nobody knows why he's this way; it was the way he came to Amethyst Ridge Ranch, and with no papers or documentation of his last home. All Amethyst knows is that he came to the ranch as a walking skeleton with huge patches of missing coat. If Brendon could talk (and he wasn't so concerned with keeping up his "bad boy" façade), he'd tell them that he was scared of being forgotten, or being left behind; after all, that's why he came to the ranch as nothing more than a walking skeleton....

Story:
"No! No wait! Come back! Come back, I'll do better! I'll jump higher, I won't eat as much! Please! Come back!"
The only sound that broke the quiet foggy morning was the desperate whinnying of a young stallion, just barely an adult, calling out to the horse trailer as it pulled away. He raced along the fence line after it, trying to catch up, but the car was driving too quickly, pulling ahead bit by bit-
Suddenly, the spotted stallion slipped on the dewy grass and went tumbling to the ground; he ended up in a tangle of legs and tail, and the wind was knocked right out of his lungs. He stood up coughing, but still managed to shake the dirt from his mane and eyes. By the time he looked again, the truck and trailer was gone in a cloud of dust. "Please... Please come back?"
A sudden jolt startled the stallion awake, and in a minor panic he looked around to get his bearings. Instead of a foggy pasture he found the walls of his familiar trailer stall with his favorite orange bucket filled with water in front of him, and a little bit of hay for the long drive. He took a deep breath, thankful that it was only a dream. He couldn't go through that again... He wouldn't survive another heartbreak like that, no.. Never again, never ever ever-
"Have that dream again?" A deep rumbling voice spoke, and Brendon turned to look at the Starenvior in the stall next to him; he was a massive, galaxy-marked stallion that Brendon learned went by the name of Corvus. The smaller Tolter looked at him guardedly, indecision shining in his golden eyes before he scoffed and muttered a half asleep and irritated "no". "You know," Corvus continued, turning his head back to watch the world pass by outside. "There are no other horses here and the humans are up in the truck. There's no reason for you to keep up this tough guy facade; I know the look of heartache all too well. You can hide it from everyone else, including yourself, but you can't hide it from me, kid."
Brendon watched him out of the corner of his golden eyes, trying to pretend that he had no clue what the star-marked stallion was talking about. But no matter how hard he tried to squash it down, that horrible feeling of loneliness and anxiety continued to eat away at the edges of his mind. Finally the younger stallion gave a heavy sigh, lowering his voice to but a mere whisper. "Yeah, it was that dream again."
"Do you want to talk about it?" Corvus asked softly, turning his massive head to look at the stallion he'd taken to as a son. Indecision still pricked at the back of Brendon's conscious, but it had become apparent over the last few months that doing as he had been wasn't helping his situation. Slowly he built up his courage, took a deep breath, and started from the beginning....