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Based on Ghostface from "Scream".

This mustang doesn't like to pull off his hijinx alone; tell me who his partner in crime is, and either describe their relationship or tell a story about the two of them. You may also include up to one extra of your choice, if you desire <3.

Username: ɴᴏᴠᴀᴋ
Show Name: Two Halves of A Whole Killer
Barn Name: Ghostie
Gender: Stallion
Sire: Foundation
Dam: Foundation
Eye Color: Movie Psycho Creativity (Heterochromic Blue & Brown)
Coat Color: Black
Genes: EE | Aa
Breeding Notes:
- This mustang is dominant for the extension[E] gene, and will always produce black foals.
- There is a 33% chance of passing heterochromia.

[FoalMoon]

Username: FoalMoon
Show Name: Tales to be Told
Barn Name: Grim
Partner In Crime: Desza
Story/Relationship: WIP

[Cavy's Girl]

Username: Cavy's Girl
Show Name: Follow The Rules
Barn Name: Scream
Partner In Crime: w.i.p.
Story/Relationship: w.i.p.

[L.V.L]

Username: L.V.L
Show Name: Never hide behind a Mask
Barn Name: Catcher
Partner In Crime: Silhouette
Story/Relationship: Huge wip
"Come on babe, you need to come out now." Her sweet voice filled my ears and it made me look up at her with my blue/brown eyes and I saw her bright purple eyes staring back at me. I shake my head a little and move further into the bushes, I didn't wanna show myself to the world.
I've been hiding my entire life, always alone and never interacting with another horse. I knew that I was horrifying to look at and when I did come out, everyone would turn away.
"Catcher, don't make me come get you out. You've been hiding for to long now." I could hear her shuffle the leaves around getting impatient, but I knew that she'd never force me to do anything.
Deep down I knew she'd come in here because that's what she did when she first meant me. I remember seeing her walking through the forest

[vak]

Username: ɴᴏᴠᴀᴋ
Show Name: Two Halves of A Whole Killer
Barn Name: Ghostie
Partner In Crime: Mania
Story/Relationship: Can a relationship even be classified as such if it truly is not one? That is - in the sense that there are no supporting pillars of unanticipated exhilaration connected to a firm foundation. What is a relationship of any kind without a lingering sense of peril barely scraping at the edges of your mind? Nothing. It is nothing. There are no supports to keep it upright, maintain the strength, and they will eventually crumble into dust. That is why you must continuously provide those spontaneous thrills yourself. Keep your other half perched on their toes at all times, suspicious and anxious.
Ghostie originated from a rescue and rehabilitation center, born but not bred. A few days sooner and he would have been birthed on completely foreign soil, unwelcome and disliked just as all whom had been salvaged had been. But he was not. He was born through a difficult delivery to a group of well educated people and a severely neglected dam. Ghostie himself had not been in the keenest of conditions upon arrival; lacking in several areas such as weight, skeletal structure development, and even arriving prematurely. But he recovered physically alongside his brethren. Mentally would be an extremely different tale. While his body flourished and corrected itself, his young mind fell victim to a genetic illness just as his poor mother's had. A plague that none would suspect to appear in such an animal yet would ultimately mold his entire life into a sort of grotesque, malformed version of what had been intended.
The colt tolerated his condition as he grew, shouldering the burden as there simply was no alternative to handling it, and even became aware of how to manipulate it slightly in his favor. Though more often than not the condition would overwhelm the lad and force his entire demeanor to shift into someone completely different. Just like that. He attempted to act like the gentle, farouche colt he knew himself to be but ultimately would lash out at any and all without the slightest of warnings. This was what pressed the rescue to give him up. They hadn't the money nor the amount of time for individual cases to properly care for him, and so he was sold to a suitable buyer. With the finances, manpower, and the patience to root out the problem, they were quite obviously the most sensible choice. Though still rather minute, the barn had a strengthening reputation of being a home for equine whom had suffered great deals in their lifetime and required an extra gentle hand.
And off he was whisked, halfway across the country to a reserved section of land that knew no judgement. His first few weeks were spent in the company of people, secluded from the other equine residents until his issues were identified and properly tended to. The illness that had haunted him the entirety of his life was given a name. A bipolar disorder, a condition which affects it's host's mood in unpredictable, abrupt transitions. Then he was allowed out to mingle. Ghostie fell back into his natural demeanor the instant the gate latched behind him. He was panicked and sought the company of others, so he cautiously approached a minute group of other equines in search of answers. What he located, however, was less a formal answer and more of a physical one. The self appointed head of the group became infatuated with him and vise versa, A match made in hell. Their relationship evolved hastily, travelling through to their mating within the first month of their knowing one another. Neither was healthy for the other and so their relationship began to dwindle just as rapidly as it had formed, yet they were still drawn to one another like a moth to a flame. A subconscious need tethered them together, and so they began to conduct ill behavior that sent adrenaline coursing through their veins. From damaging goods to "wandering off", the duo of demolition had seen, done, and thought of it all. The weren't careless, no, they were meticulous. Cautious planning and attentive execution brought them triumphant results each and every time. These impure antics bonded them, strengthened their relationship beyond measure, and quite simply spared their combined lives from shattering and burning.


such caRP #sorrynotsorry

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Username: ɴᴏᴠᴀᴋ
Show Name: Two Halves of A Whole Killer
Barn Name: Ghostie
Partner In Crime: Mania
Story/Relationship: Can a relationship even be classified as such if it truly is not one? That is - in the sense that there are no supporting pillars of unanticipated exhilaration connected to a firm foundation. What is a relationship of any kind without a lingering sense of peril barely scraping at the edges of your mind? Nothing. It is nothing. There are no supports to keep it upright, maintain the strength, and they will eventually crumble into dust. That is why you must continuously provide those spontaneous thrills yourself. Keep your other half perched on their toes at all times, suspicious and anxious.
Ghostie originated from a rescue and rehabilitation center, born but not bred. A few days sooner and he would have been birthed on completely foreign soil, unwelcome and disliked just as all whom had been salvaged had been. But he was not. He was born through a difficult delivery to a group of well educated people and a severely neglected dam. Ghostie himself had not been in the keenest of conditions upon arrival; lacking in several areas such as weight, skeletal structure development, and even arriving prematurely. But he recovered physically alongside his brethren. Mentally would be an extremely different tale. While his body flourished and corrected itself, his young mind fell victim to a genetic illness just as his poor mother's had. A plague that none would suspect to appear in such an animal yet would ultimately mold his entire life into a sort of grotesque, malformed version of what had been intended.
The colt tolerated his condition as he grew, shouldering the burden as there simply was no alternative to handling it, and even became aware of how to manipulate it slightly in his favor. Though more often than not the condition would overwhelm the lad and force his entire demeanor to shift into someone completely different. Just like that. He attempted to act like the gentle, farouche colt he knew himself to be but ultimately would lash out at any and all without the slightest of warnings. This was what pressed the rescue to give him up. They hadn't the money nor the amount of time for individual cases to properly care for him, and so he was sold to a suitable buyer. With the finances, manpower, and the patience to root out the problem, they were quite obviously the most sensible choice. Though still rather minute, the barn had a strengthening reputation of being a home for equine whom had suffered great deals in their lifetime and required an extra gentle hand.
And off he was whisked, halfway across the country to a reserved section of land that knew no judgement. His first few weeks were spent in the company of people, secluded from the other equine residents until his issues were identified and properly tended to. The illness that had haunted him the entirety of his life was given a name. A bipolar disorder, a condition which affects it's host's mood in unpredictable, abrupt transitions. Then he was allowed out to mingle. Ghostie fell back into his natural demeanor the instant the gate latched behind him. He was panicked and sought the company of others, so he cautiously approached a minute group of other equines in search of answers. What he located, however, was less a formal answer and more of a physical one. The self appointed head of the group became infatuated with him and vise versa, A match made in hell. Their relationship evolved hastily, travelling through to their mating within the first month of their knowing one another. Neither was healthy for the other and so their relationship began to dwindle just as rapidly as it had formed, yet they were still drawn to one another like a moth to a flame. A subconscious need tethered them together, and so they began to conduct ill behavior that sent adrenaline coursing through their veins. From damaging goods to "wandering off", the duo of demolition had seen, done, and thought of it all. The weren't careless, no, they were meticulous. Cautious planning and attentive execution brought them triumphant results each and every time. These impure antics bonded them, strengthened their relationship beyond measure, and quite simply spared their combined lives from shattering and burning.


such caRP #sorrynotsorry

Due to the lack of entries and overall interest, I decided to end the first few adopts out of this event a few hours early. There were only two completed entries, and I honestly really loved them both because of how different they were, but I really enjoyed personality you gave this guy, Novak, and the relationship strained relationship with Mania- then again maybe I have a type because I tend to always fall for the psychopaths rip. I thought the relationship between Catcher and Silhouette was a rather unconventional one and while I really enjoyed the timid and scarred character you portrayed him as, something about the story for Ghostie won me over.

At any rate, congrats Novak <3.