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The first Sarah Nicole Morgan was bred from two modern variations to resemble a more ancient body type of the breed. They now look like the older style of morgans, but with the attributes of a modern Morgan. They are exceptionally good in dressage and cross country. Morgans typical range from 14 to 16 hands tall, but some can be up to 17. Solids are a very common marking as morgans do not typically have patterns. They have been known to carry mutations which brought out the pintaloosa, appaloosas, paints, overos, tabianos, etc. While the solids have little colorations they do have socks, stockings, and other small markings to help with individuality.

Wow whats this? A dun horse???
This is the first dun horse of the species and event
it will be an impress me competition but there is a limit. Firstly please fill out the skeleton form. Then you may add up to 3 extras, these can be absolutely anything but please make writing 500 words maximum a few words over wont matter.
If you do art you can do 3 pieces and they will count as 1 extra
Feel free to pretty up as much as you like.

The rose colour CAN be changed just add it to your form (wont count as an extra)

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Coloration Grulla Sabino and minimal reverse brindle
Genotype: Ee aa DD Sbsb +reverse brindle (dominant for dun)
End Date: after enough completed entries

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[conversett]

Username: SergeantWinter
Show Name: Light em Up
Barn Name: Shri (Means "diffusing light, radiance, beauty" in Sanskrit)
Gender: Mare
Height: 15.3 hh
Bridle +Martingale Colour: Black + Silver Buckles
Saddle + pad colour Black Saddle + Marbled Rose Colour Saddle Pad
Personality: wip
Story [500 max]: wip
Art [3 pieces]: wip

[ɩɴɗσℜαρτσʀ]

I love those roses...

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DauntlessDivergentC

Show Name:

J'veux ton amour et je veux ta revanche

Barn Name:

Revenge

Gender:

Mare

Height:

16.5 hh

Bridle +Martingale Colour:

rose colors

Saddle + pad colour

rose colors

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Theme Song

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga oh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it's free
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want your leather studded kiss in the sand
I want your love
Love-love-love, I want your love (Love-love-love, I want your love)
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad
Your bad romance
I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!)
I want your love and
All your lovers revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh! Oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
I want your horror
I want your design
'Cause you're a criminal
As long as your mine
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
I want your psycho, your vertigo shtick
Want you in my rear window
Baby you're sick, I want your love
Love-love-love, I want your love (Love-love-love, I want your love)
You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want it bad, bad romance
I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!)
I want your love and
All your lovers revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh! Oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh! Oh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance
Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga oh-la-la!
Want your bad romance
Walk, walk fashion baby, work it move that bitch crazy
Walk-walk fashion baby, work it move that bitch crazy
Walk-walk fashion baby, work it move that bitch crazy
Walk-walk passion baby, work it I'm a free bitch baby
I want your love
And I want your revenge
I want your love
I don't wanna be friends
(J'veux ton amour et je veux ta revanche j'veux ton amour)
I don't wanna be friends, I don't wanna be friends
I don't wanna be friends, I don't wanna be friends
Want your bad romance (caught in a bad romance) want your bad romance
I want your love and
I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
(Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh!)
I want your love and
All your lovers revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh! Want your bad romance
Caught in a bad romance
Want your bad romance
Oh-oh-oh-oh-ooh! Want your bad romance
Caught in a bad romance
Rah rah ah-ah-ah!
Ro mah ro-mah-mah
Gaga ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

[SpartanAmethyst]

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I can't help myself

[muffy]

Username: muffy
Show Name: Valkyries Sister
Barn Name: Warrior
Gender: Mare
Height: 17hh
Bridle +Martingale Colour: Dark blue, gold buckles
Saddle + pad colour Saddle dark Blue and gold buckles, pad you choose
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Picture that reminds me of her:


Personality:
Warrior, Ree for short, is a brave kind soul. She believes in herself and others. She lifts other morgans spirits when she walks through the herd. She feels comfortable in her own skin and that gives her reassurance of herself. She loves a good nicker and will burst into a stallion feud for a good buck. She is her name, Warrior, willing to do anything for her loved ones and those deserving of her trust. She believes in the sky and watches the stars every night. She enjoys the Zodiacs but believes more in Norse mythology. She is in search of a strong worthy Stallion but she does not show that she is available. She enjoys a loyal friendship and sisterhood, so she surrounds herself more with mares.

Artwork drawn by me: I am not the best at traditional art but i tried!!

[avior.]

"ＬＥＴ＇Ｓ ＳＡＹ ＷＥ ＵＰ ＡＮＤ ＬＥＦＴ ＴＨＩＳ ＴＯＷＮ

ＡＮＤ ＴＵＲＮＥＤ ＯＵＲ ＦＵＴＵＲＥ ＵＰＳＩＤＥ ＤＯＷＮ"

Username: avior-wolf
Show Name: Ever After Happily
Barn Name: Ever
Gender: mare
Height: 16 hh
Bridle + Martingale color: the same color as the sparkles on her tail
Saddle + pad color: saddle: black / pad: same color as the bridle and martingale
Theme Song: House of Gold/Twenty-One Pilots
Personality: Ever is one of the most snobbish mares her owner has ever met. She can be friendly at times, but she's also as obstinate as a donkey. This means that if she doesn't want to be ridden, she won't move. If she doesn't want to come to you, she won't. She refuses to eat certain foods and will become grouchy and stubborn if she doesn't get a bucketful of oats in the morning. However, give her a sugar cube and she's an absolute sweetheart- mainly because those are her weakness.
Good at/Bad at: Ever is a pro at dressage. It's one of those things she's just naturally good at. However, she can't- and won't- jump. It doesn't matter how hard you beg or how many treats you offer, she will not go near a jump. However, if you encourage her enough, she might walk right through it.

"ＷＥ＇Ｌ L ＭＡＫＥ ＰＲＥＴＥＮＤ ＴＨＡＴ ＹＯＵ ＡＮＤ ＭＥ

ＬＩＶＥＤ ＥＶＥＲ ＡＦＴＥＲ ＨＡＰＰＩＬＹ"

[jesdar16]

"ＦＯＲＧＩＶＥＮＥＳＳ ＩＳ ＴＨＥ ＦＲＡＧＲＡＮＣＥ ＴＨＥ ＶＩＯＬＥＴ ＳＨＥＤＳ ＯＮ ＴＨＥ ＨＥＥＬ ＴＨＡＴ ＨＡＳ ＣＲＵＳＨＥＤ ＩＴ."

Username: jesdar16
Show Name: Flor De Lavanda (meaning "lavender flower" in Spanish)
Barn Name: Violet
Gender: Mare
Height: 16hh
Bridle +Martingale Colour: Violet
Saddle + pad colour Violet with a darker purple pad
Story
Night was falling. An owl hooted in the faraway treetops. A mare's nicker caught the attention of the young foal standing in the middle of the field. The foal's soft, fuzzy fur was buffeted by the wind as she cantered over to her mother. The foal's dam nuzzled her softly, inviting the foal to sleep next to her.
"Come, little one. The farmer comes to check on us in the morning. You're going to start your training tomorrow." The foal looked up at her mother, blinking her large teal eyes.
"Training?" She said, gazing quizzically at her dam.
"Yes, training. All horses on the farm go through it. Your father is one of the best competitors on the farm. I think the farmer hopes you'll be just as good. Now we must sleep. You have a big day tomorrow." The mare gently nuzzled her foal again as the young filly's legs folded.
"Goodnight, mamma." She said softly, her big eyes closing.
"Goodnight, my dear."

"Violet? Wake up." Soft breath in the filly's ear gently stirred her awake. "Come, Violet. Your father is here."
Violet? Violet.
"Violet?" A new, deeper voice fully woke the filly. She opened her soft teal eyes and rested them upon an elegant dun stallion. He stood tall and proud, the wind gently buffeting his mane. Her father.
"D-daddy?" She stumbled on the word. She had never spoken it before.
"Hello, my little warrior." The stallion said, reaching down and gently touching the filly's muzzle with his own. He reached up and nuzzled his mate. "The farmer is coming for you. He wants to halter break you today."
Violet's head spun. All these new words.
"Halter break? What does that mean?" She asked, her small, fluffy ears twitching.
"The farmer needs you to wear a halter, like mine." He turned his head so his daughter could see the fine leather halter.
"They use halters to lead us to and from our stalls. You need to learn to stay still while they put one on you. It doesn't hurt." The big dun stallion shook his head to demonstrate.
Violet gazed at her mother, who nodded.
"Pefu is right. I have a halter too." The mare turned to show her halter. It was lighter than Pefu's. "We wear halters when we're out in the paddock."
"Oh, look! Here comes the farmer now." Pefu said, raising his head to see the man. He wore a worn cowboy hat, and dusty overalls. Beside him was a young boy.
"Alright now young'un, you ready to halter break your first foal?" The man said, looking at the boy.
"Yes, father!"
"Alrighty. Take this here halter and let her sniff it." The man handed the boy a small foal halter. He unhitched the gate and went inside the paddock. Violet waited beside her parents, gazing at the halter. It didn't look dangerous. When the boy held the halter out in front of him, she sniffed it. It smelled dusty, and she sneezed.
"Okay now. Just gently ease it onto her head. Take it off if she resists." The man said, latching up the gate behind him. The boy nodded, and gently pulled it over Violet's head. She tossed her head upwards a little, but stood still as it eventually settled between her ears. Flicking them against the new feeling, Violet felt the halter clip on the side of the head. She shook her head and tossed it, feeling the halter press against her skin. Eventually she got used to it and stopped.
"Good, good! Now, let's try leading her." The man said, handing him a lead rope. Violet started at it quizzically. The boy let her sniff it again, and this time snapped it to the cold metal ring at the bottom of her halter. He tugged on it a little and she followed it, following the boy around the paddock.
"I'd say she's mighty fine." The man said, taking off his hat. "Unclip the halter, we'll try again tomorrow."
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(Art is mine, I go by Cloud in other places)



"ＦＡＩＴＨ, ＭＯＤＥＳＴＹ, ＶＩＲＴＵＥ, ＰＵＲＩＴＹ"

[Merlin's Heir]

Username: Merlin's Heir
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Gender: Mare
Height: 16hh
Bridle +Martingale Colour: Dark, rich leather, silver
Saddle + pad colour Dark, rich leather, gradient in the colors of her roses
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WIP

[Olive;]

Username: OliveMyLove
Show Name: Poseidon’s Creation
Barn Name: Oralie
Gender: Mare
Height: 16.2hh
Bridle +Martingale Colour: Indigo and violet
Saddle + pad colour Black and deep purple
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Personality:
Oralie is very emotional. When she is happy, the whole world becomes a better place. She shares her happiness with everyone around her, and is generous and kind. When she is in a bad mood, she tends to have a short fuse and pushes away the people she loves the most. WIP
Poem
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[Galaxy Thoroughbred]

Username: Galaxy Thoroughbred
Show Name: Deep Cuts Raked Around My Neck, A Sign Of A Fight
Barn Name: Tigress
Gender: Mare
Height: 17.1 hh
Bridle +Martingale Colour: Pastel Aqua + Turquoise
Saddle + pad colour Dark Brown + Aqua

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I snorted, prancing in the paddock over-excitedly and tossing my head theatrically. My other friends nickered quizzically at me, curious f my persistent nervousness that had been appropriate since the early rising morning."Don't you guys care ?"I asked worriedly, half mock angrily. With there hesitant and undisgusiable confusion I added with a huff." Only the most cute stallion is coming ! It's El capitán de los guardias, which in Spanish means Captain Of The Guards by the way. He is a three time halter and showmanship champion in Spain and has some of the greatest bloodline to walk this Earth !" I squealed in love, flopping down next to the birch tree I had previously been lying unceremoniously on. The rest just giggled, leaving me in a not so great mood. But with the chink of a metal ramp, the exhaust of a car and a whinny I stopped and spun.

There across the fence and road there he was a stunning dapple grey, tossing his hair with his mane cascading in the air. There was the dream boat I longed for, had pined for for a week and had wished for on every Apple leaf. I watched eager, nostrils flaring as he was led through the stable and then with a gate unlocked and locked again was let out into the pasture. I looked on, my self confidence building taller and taller, now taller than the Eifel Tower. He was sure to love me, I mean I was, well, me. I was daughter of two amazing equines, one my dam was an elite dressage star and had a stunning coat. Then two, my sire, one of the best showjumpers the continent had seen, leaping fetes never dared before. I could handle him, after all we were like two peas in a pod.

I got up gracefully, batted my eyelashes and started strutting over, so unlike my usual Tom boy attitude my friend's were use to. I went over, switching effortlessly to my leaping trot, showing off my elegant legs to the other colts but mostly him. His ears switched, swivelling to me followed by the rest of his body. He was impressed, I could tell by his ears straining to leave his head and touch me, his wife eyes and swishing tail. I moved over, the other colts following me transfixed. I was a beauty after all. But then she came, the horse I hated to name, the one cocky mare that hadn't learnt a lesson from a beat up, courtesy of me. It was Surprise, I know what a terrible name compared to my extravagant Tigress.

I snorted, irritated at the least and watched, listening as she flirted pathetically with him."Surprise, what a horror to see you. I guess you still didn't learn from your last mistake. Don't you get it, I'm top horse, im the best female and you're NOT !" Irrelevant pared at her smug face, rearing and smashing my hooves onto the ground with a thud."Oh Tigress, darling, are you jealous ? Sorry, only the best mares can have him !" She laughed threateningly at me before starting the wrestling match tha would go down in history. Two mares, one stallion, and a whole lot of jealous competitiveness.

She rammed her head into my neck, flung it upward and bit, deep. I neighed in fury as a flung my neck backwards, unhooking her teeth and rising up like a wave. I fell from the rear, fell onto her back, landing my clipped hooves onto her back forcefully, her anguished whinny adding more fuel to the fire. It started, rearing and slamming hooves onto any where vulnerable, nips in necks and one cunning one by me to her sensitive stomach. With that it roared on till at last us sweating we bit and bucked till all our attempts missed. I reared up to give the final, ending blow when I felt a nuzzle on my rump. Turning my head I noticed it was him, the gorgeous hunk I was parading and battling for. I turned back and did the final blow. The rest was a blur, Surprise walked off sour faced and injured and I got the stallion.

Man he was even more handsome up close, gentle dapples rising up his face like a furious monster. With a gentle sigh I layed my ear down on his breathing stomach. After the confuzzle we had escaped to lay under the birch tree, him whispering sweet nothings in my ear. Me laying my head on his stomach and resting, after all that fight had taken a lot of energy.