[chemical.]

This mighty mare looks as though she is the aftermath of a fiery eruption come to life; and she has just the disposition to match. One for the limelight, she has never been one for the reserved war sport those of her mare peers practice; no, she prefers to be in the leading charge, diving into the fray with as much courage and fury as any of her stallion counterparts. To win this volatile volcanic mare, tell me how other Rajarshi react to the bizarrely tinted mare when they see her storm the battlefield.

Username: Sheepishlie
Show Name: Queen of Burning Bridges
Barn Name: Vivian
Gender: Mare
Height: 19 hands

Sire: Foundation
Dam: Foundation

Phenotype: Iron Grey (Black) & Blood Bay Chimeric
Genotype: EE | aa | Gg & Ee | Aa
Eye Color: Molten Light
Breeding Notes:
• Black (grey) is the dominant coat.
• Dominant for the extension[E] gene; will always produce black-based foals.
• Chimeric passes at 10%.

[HowlingHooves]

Username: HowlingHooves
Show Name: Flame Forged Fury
Barn Name: Valkyrie
Story:
wip
name will likely change... so feel free to use either of them future posters! c;

[birch.]

Username: birch.
Show Name: Forged from Fire and Smoke
Barn Name: Askja
Story: (I will be telling a story from the viewpoint of my newest mare, Andraste)

Smoke curled around the fire parched land the battle had once been raging, the mare made of moonlight stood elegantly atop a hill overlooking the travesty before her.

Nostrils flaring as she inhaled the pungent smoke, her keen green orbs scanning the area as a victorious pride began to bubble up within her core. A flickering of her ears brought the thunder of hooves upon the dry earth, her scanning continuing. Soon her gaze captured a draft that seemed to be made from pure evil. The rogue mare was the color of a deep smoke that was interrupted by fire, causing an uneasy feeling to merge from within Andraste. She shifted her weight upon her hooves before continuing to watch the other mare run, 'It is Askja...the forbidden one' Andraste thought to herself, her ears flickering back to touch her neck in slight anger.

Why was this mare here? She had no herd or alliance to have her linger amongst the wreckage. She quickly turned and galloped down the hill, returning to her herd. She stopped outside her territory line and glanced back to see the mare close behind, mist curling from Askja's nostrils, promptly stamping her heavy hoof upon the ground. Andraste was suddenly pinged with fear, quivering slightly before addressing the mare known as Askja, "Why are you here?" She asked simply, her voice carrying over the quiet valley.

Askja released a quiet chuckle and lifted her head, flicking her ears back as she tossed her ebony mane, "To view the failure of the opposing and congratulate the victorious." She said, shifting her weight once more as she nodded to the moonlight mare, "I congratulate you on your victory in battle today, I wish you many more."

Andraste was speechless, the anger that fueled her rebuttal now non-existent, "Th-thank you, Askja." She said after a moment, returning the nod, shifting her own weight. She was still fearful of the mare, considering that it is thought that when she appears in battle you are destined to lose your cause, the chimeric mare was told as a fable and lore by all for unfortunate battle loss and bad luck.

Andraste slowly approached Askja, careful of each step before she was near enough to truly view the mare. She was beautiful yet the chimeric was truly odd, "Askja, I am extending an offer to join my her and help me lead them into battle and command them." She said with a lifting of her head, ears extended fully forward.

Askja chuckled softly and turned her gaze to the left, "Andraste, don't you think your herd would be uneasy being lead by a creature of lore?" She asked with another chuckle, turning her gaze back to meet the moonlight mare's, "Then again, they are lead by one of purity and luck, a lore all her own."

Andraste chuckled and began to relax, flicking her glimmering tail, "Maybe if we join together as one, luck will always be our favor?" She asked and both mares chuckled before Andraste leaned her muzzle forward to gently touch Askja's shoulder in a respectful, honorable manner, "Think about it, Askja, you know where to find me." She said before turning and trotting away to rejoin her herd, visions of glorious battle flooding her mind as she was alongside the chimeric mare, the team never defeated once joined!

[sheepish]

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xxxUsername: Sheepishlie
xxxShow Name: Queen of Burning Bridges
xxxBarn Name: Vivian
xxxGender: Mare
xxxAge: 7 Years
xxxHeight: 19.0 hh
xxxSketches: War Bridle
xxxQuote: "Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge."
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx - Don Henley
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She might as well of been queen of the Rajarshis. All other horses and even their knights treated her that way.
She might as well of been a sacred symbol to the others with how everyone bowed down in her presence.
Speaking of her aura, it was intensely powerful and even caused some of the must stubborn individuals
to think twice about their position.

When the cavalry charges began, most everyone decided to place her on the helm. After all, she was on
the most part more powerful than the stallions around her. And she seemed to implant fear into all before
her. Her flaring nostrils, her glaring orange eyes and rippling muscles. There was simply nothing more
terrifying than coming face to face with this mare.

And her name. Nothing was more fitting. Queen of Burning Bridges. Not only did she give off the power
of a king or queen, but she had no ties to anyone. Her borderline evil nature made sure of this. Had she
even been boarded in a pasture with another horse, she would chase them off. Bite them. Kick them.
Abuse them until they were pushed to the edge and saw no other way than out. This ended horribly most
of the time as these horses were driven to the point of trying to jump the fence, break through the gate,
or even burst through the fence itself. So now, she is boarded in a pasture on her own. It is very doubtful
that she will ever be able to breed as she would probably put the stallion in his place and run him off before
he could even get close to her.

But you want to see this mare on the battlefield. She evokes fear into the mind of those around her with a
very graciously armored knight on her back. Not only does his blade shine when charging in for a fight, but
the Vivian’s eyes seems to give off an eery glow. She dares others to come at her. Fight her. Overthrow her.
She wants this battle. She loves it.

Yet there hasn’t been one to look at her and lock onto her as a target. No, most mares and stallions refuse
to listen to their rider as they begin to turn tail and try to free themselves from the devastating presence
the mare gives off. If their riders are strong, they will face the mare but all while feeling their muscles
quiver in fear. To other Rajarshi drafts, she was death. A reaper. An oblivion they couldn’t escape.

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[chemical.]

Ahhh you two made this so incredibly difficult!

The winner of our first special adopt will be Sheepishlie! I very much enjoyed your description of the mare. c:

[sheepish]

I am in love, thank you so much! ♥