[Sabatea]

Username: HowlingHooves
Show name: Théloun Mésa Stis Psychés
Barn name: Allóthriskos
Gender: Stallion
Height: 19.0 hands


Sire: Foundation
Dam: Foundation

Phenotype: Fading Black Tobiano
Genotype: Ee | aa | ToTo
Eye Color: Murky depths
Breeding Notes:
• Dominant for tobiano [To]; will always produce tobiano offpsring

This guy's been in my saved drawings for a while now, whoops XD For this competition, tell me how he got his scar. Extras and prettying-up allowed!
Ends on 3/7/18

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[b]How did he get his scar?:[/b]

[Kruxly]

Username: Honeymoo
Show name: GSS Chemical Cascade
Barn name: March
How did he get his scar?:

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[HowlingHooves]

I'm a sucker for scars maaan...

Username: HowlingHooves
Show name: Théloun Mésa Stis Psychés (Greek, meaning Heathens Amidst Souls.)
Barn name: Allóthriskos (Greek, meaning Heathen.)
How did he get his scar?:
Allóthriskos, more commonly answering to Thris, is a warrior born and bred; in his blood is the primal need to overpower, to lay claim to anything that is given to those he calls rivals. And everyone is his rival. A stallion prone to wild fits of rage and tyranny, he is calmed by nothing when his blood sings the song of battle and destruction. But with such personalities comes a price, one in blood and sweat, in a pound of flesh, an eye for an eye. Petty can be pinned to this war bound brute, and an hour of pettiness is how he came to call the sharp scar across his crest.

A rival, elder to he and more wisdom in his blood that Thris will ever be able to claim, lured Thris out away from the safety of his stall, his paddock and his territory. Into the craggy hills and trees as wild taunts were screamed back and forth; Thris, being of less a mind and more muscle, followed blindly as he raged at the others insults. Just as Thris caught up to the other, in a clearing with a long forgotten mill built of rusting metal and eroded stone, he was rushed at by another stallion; one he hadn't noticed in his blind fury. Thris was driven into the aged and decrepit mill, his hooves shaking the floorboards beneath him as he tried in vain to strike back. He fell, slashing his crest upon a piece of broken wood planking when the floor gave way under him. Thris was left to find his own way out, and after hours of raging he calmed enough to find it, and he picked his way back to his paddock, embarrassed and set on nursing his wounds, planning all the while to show the two who had caught him as they had who was stronger.

[Sabatea]

I'm a sucker for scars maaan...

Username: HowlingHooves
Show name: Théloun Mésa Stis Psychés (Greek, meaning Heathens Amidst Souls.)
Barn name: Allóthriskos (Greek, meaning Heathen.)
How did he get his scar?:
Allóthriskos, more commonly answering to Thris, is a warrior born and bred; in his blood is the primal need to overpower, to lay claim to anything that is given to those he calls rivals. And everyone is his rival. A stallion prone to wild fits of rage and tyranny, he is calmed by nothing when his blood sings the song of battle and destruction. But with such personalities comes a price, one in blood and sweat, in a pound of flesh, an eye for an eye. Petty can be pinned to this war bound brute, and an hour of pettiness is how he came to call the sharp scar across his crest.

A rival, elder to he and more wisdom in his blood that Thris will ever be able to claim, lured Thris out away from the safety of his stall, his paddock and his territory. Into the craggy hills and trees as wild taunts were screamed back and forth; Thris, being of less a mind and more muscle, followed blindly as he raged at the others insults. Just as Thris caught up to the other, in a clearing with a long forgotten mill built of rusting metal and eroded stone, he was rushed at by another stallion; one he hadn't noticed in his blind fury. Thris was driven into the aged and decrepit mill, his hooves shaking the floorboards beneath him as he tried in vain to strike back. He fell, slashing his crest upon a piece of broken wood planking when the floor gave way under him. Thris was left to find his own way out, and after hours of raging he calmed enough to find it, and he picked his way back to his paddock, embarrassed and set on nursing his wounds, planning all the while to show the two who had caught him as they had who was stronger.

Winner! Terribly, terribly sorry for the delay in judging Been super busy for a few weeks and it just completely slipped my mind...

[Kruxly]

omg i completely forgot too xD

anyway, congrats Hooves!