[muffy]

sugarstrings
IEC Where Angels Tread | Ezekiel
Stallion | 4.5 years | 15.1 hh
Forest Green (#004d00) | Light Silver (#f2f2f2)
Red Silver Leopard Appaloosa | EE/Aa/nZ/Lplp/Patn1patn1
To try and get these babes up and running im releasing a very rare to get more people pumped about them!
Give them a personality (min.200 words) and pretty up your form!!

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[b]Phenotype:[/b] Bay Silver Leopard Appaloosa
[b]Genotype:[/b]EE/Aa/nZ/Lplp/Patn1patn1

[Talvace]

sugarstrings
IEC Where Angels Tread | Ezekiel
Stallion | 4.5 years | 15.1 hh
Forest Green (#004d00) | Light Silver (#f2f2f2)
Red Silver Leopard Appaloosa | EE/Aa/nZ/Lplp/Patn1patn1

Ezekiel is not afraid of anything, and likewise he will never be fully tamed. Somewhere between those thundering hooves and tangled mane, a spark of wanderlust and “I can take on the world” got trapped and you can see it in his every movement. He’s that one horse in a trillion that can live his life on the road, always in and out of trailers and new stalls, never around the same horse twice, and be completely happy. That’s just the kind of horse that he is. Without that same spark inside of you, you’d never be able to get close, let alone touch his greatness.

In a herd this horse is the clear leader. He sets the pace and makes the rules. If he wants to see what’s on the other side of that fence, beyond the tree line, or what’s making that noise, the entire herd is coming with him. His fearlessness is contagious to the other horses. No matter how afraid of water they are, or how big that fallen log looks, with Ezekiel in the herd every one of them can overcome the challenge.

His fearlessness can get him into some tight spots, he’s come face to face with deadly predators more than once, but his resourcefulness and intelligence will get him out most of the time.

Even horses as great as he is have a downfall, though. When kept in one place too long, or forced into a routine with no room for deviation, Ezekiel falls into what can only be described as depression. He’ll stop eating, paw at the bedding in his stall endlessly, sometimes he’ll even get aggressive. His need to constantly learn new things, to face new challenges, is a blessing, but without those it’s his curse, too.

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[brindle.]

Username: john laurens
Show Name: FCS Spooked A Triangle
Barn Name: Róta
Gender: Mare
Age: Twelve
Height: 15hh
Main Halter Color: #EFF9F0
Secondary Halter Color: #DDC8C4
Phenotype: Red Silver Leopard Appaloosa
Genotype:EE/Aa/nZ/Lplp/Patn1patn1
Personality: wip

[gull.]

Username: felis;

Show Name: A Lullaby Amidst Nightmares

Barn Name: Saffron

Gender: Mare

Age: 5 years

Height: 14.2 HH (a gentle bean)

Main Halter Color: #FF8080

Secondary Halter Color: #404080

Phenotype: Bay Silver Leopard Appaloosa

Genotype: EE/Aa/nZ/Lplp/Patn1patn1

quiet. unassuming, demure, heartfelt, all those are perfectly fine to describe someone who is ordinary, but saffron is anything but ordinary. she exudes peace, and kindness. others flock to her, she is like a shady tree in the middle of a scorching desert. even those that hardly know her seek the mare out because in a world of chaos, she the single most comforting thing in most others lives. but saffron does not see herself as someone of important. there's nothing special about me, she thinks, completely unaware that if you asked anyone that knew her they would talk your ear off about how special she is. she is the favorite lesson horse in her stable, and not just because of her coat. it's her gentle nature that keeps the kids that ride her coming back and continuely asking, "can I ride saffron today?" followed by, "please, please, please! she's my most favorite horse in the whole barn." the instructors have to tell the kids some fib about how she's off frolicking in the pasture, or being shooed, or being groomed, anything to get them to give in and ride another horse. saffron gives kindness freely, and is always there for a shoulder to cry on when others need it. all in all, she's a pretty sweet soul.

Flower in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower—but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.

wip

[FoalMoon]

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Phenotype: Bay Silver Leopard Appaloosa
Genotype:EE/Aa/nZ/Lplp/Patn1patn1
WIP

[Amymay99]

Username: Amymay99
Show Name: Tiger Lily
Barn Name: Tilly
Gender: Mare
Age: 3 years
Height:15 hands high
Main Halter Color: Green
Secondary Halter Color: Pink
Phenotype: Bay Silver Leopard Appaloosa
Genotype:EE/Aa/nZ/Lplp/Patn1patn1
Personality: Tilly is one of the sweetest mares you will ever meet, she is very easy going and hard working. She is trained in dressage but when she isn't competing she is used as a therapy horse and the children love her. Tilly is rather playful and likes to canter out in the fields. WIP

[Phantom.of.the.Night]

Username: Phantom.of.the.Night
Show Name: Helping the Helpless
Barn Name: Newt
Gender: Stallion
Age: 8 years
Height: 16.0 hh
Main Halter Color: Green
Secondary Halter Color: Blue
Phenotype: Bay Silver Leopard Appaloosa
Genotype:EE/Aa/nZ/Lplp/Patn1patn1

Newt is kind of an outcast, though he considers himself just quiet. He has always had a certain nerdy quirkiness to him, and for this reason, a lot of other horses do not like to be around him. It is just that he has a little bit hard to understand personality, and not many others give him a chance. Newt is often found playing around with strange animals (like his best friend, which is a sand beetle ) that he keeps secret from the other horses. He also enjoys studying the habits of other desert animals, and watching how clouds move and trying to figure out what creates their patterns. Also, while other horses may not like the night, Newt is often found to be most awake at the later times because he also has an affinity for astrology and stories of gods in unearthly realms, trying to find their constellations. Newt also has a talent for mimicry (which plays in his fondness for other animals). During the day, he can be found trying to mimic the way a beetle walks, or how a bird might turn its head strangely to try and see things better. And, at night, he tries to mimic the howls of the coyotes and the hoots of the owls in the darkness. While all of this may seem strange to a normal horse, if someone gives him a chance, they could describe him as well as very reliable, loyal, and honest. He is always there to lend a helping hand and is very sweet toward everybody.
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[Tazaria]

Username:
.Taz.
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Barn Name:
Silky
Gender:
Mare
Age:
5 Years
Height:
13hh
Main Halter Color:
White
Secondary Halter Color:
Gold
Phenotype:
Bay Silver Leopard Appaloosa
Genotype:
EE/Aa/nZ/Lplp/Patn1patn1

"Beat it!"

{Kimber's View}
A misunderstood lost foal in the midst of a sandstorm was the only thing which dared to roam around at that time. I watched from afar, my herd hidden behind me by the safety of an alcove which provided shelter. My heart was twisted in fear and remorse as I stood as still as a statue, not wanting to leave my herd nor ignore the foal. Shaking my mane which flew around my neck, clinging onto it like its life depended on it, I let out a bellowing neigh. Rearing up on my hind legs beckoning at the foal wildly. It seemed to understand and came racing over towards me. Its sides were heaving and fur matted with stray bushes and sand but its mane looked untouched. Pure beauty. Nipping at its hind gently, I ushered it towards my mares before looking back into the distance, scanning the blurry horizon for the sun which quickly disappeared under the wrath of the storm.


{Silky's View}
I don't remember how I joined the Sand-dune herd. I just know that I am different. My head is smaller and more defined, my legs are longer and I am faster but one feature stood out the most. My mane and tail. The lead stallion who goes by the name "Kimber" named me "Silky" after them. He said he had never seen a horse with such beauty as mine but I couldn't care less. My "beauty" doesn't protect me from the harsh words which are shot my way by the other yearlings. I learnt to protect myself from these words by keeping my distance, but when they intentionally seek me out I sometimes find I need to use my cunning intelligence to out-maneuver these slow, bulky bullies. One day I went too far, I was now two years old and "preparing" for heat season. Two colts and three fillies by the names of, {Colts to Fillies} "Asha", "Baxter, "Tillie", "Jess" and "Summer", came prancing over. Smirks on their faces as they noticed my lonely shape by the edge of the herd. I wasn't paying attention as they snuck up behind me then all of a sudden they started nipping me! Everywhere! My sides, my legs, my neck, they didn't care that they were hurting me! Something inside snapped, cold hard rage boiled in my eyes as a reared up and lashed out at Baxter. My hoof colliding with his shoulder. The nipping stopped as everyone froze, staring at me in shock. I took this moment to lash out at Summer and Jess. Managing to hit them both. Baxter had quickly recovered from my attack and charged at me when I was turned away. With my quick thinking and reflexes, I struck out with my hind-legs. My hooves hitting their mark on the colt's chest. I didn't care what happened next, it was all a blur. Mares rushed towards me, their anger and fear showing on their faces as they realized they needed to protect their foals from me. I was a danger and they needed to get rid of that. Leaping into a gallop, I was off, with an intent of leaving this herd in the dust. I never wanted to see them again.


SIlky is usually clear-headed and sly. She enjoys tricking stallions who think they have a chance with her. When she is in a sour mood, she lets everyone know it. Some say her eyes literally burst into flames if a stallion even thinks about approaching her. Ever since Silky left the Sand-dune herd, she has locked away her true feelings along with anything which could be used against her. The remains of her feelingless body is a hard shell which nothing but only the softest words could penetrate. Silky is very stubborn. She will not be bossed around or told what to do. She is very independant and did not live in a herd until she was captured by humans. She is practically unrideable with her wild spirit and will to be free. She is mostly left to roam the large open meadows which have but a small fence border which a pony could easily clear. Silky doesn't run away though, why would she when there is nothing left out there for her to find. She just needs someone to love and share her secrets with. Someone who she can finally put some trust in and let her feelings out which have been locked away for too long. Sadly, Silky is very picky about who she considers even her "friend" so becoming her mate would be unbelievably difficult.


"Don't leave..."

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Sorry for poor quality of pic xD
I drew at school :3

[muffy]

Judging tomorrow morning!

[Tazaria]

Good luck! :3