Username: Storm Rose
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Personality:With a passion that rivals the flames of Hell, Lucifer never gives up. His stubborn ways allows him to climb to the top with careful planning. He remains level-headed even in the most stressful times. Lucifer hates being below anyone and will take the lead in any herd as quickly as he can, but once he is in charge, he works with others and makes sure everyone is accounted for.
Extra(s):The passionate stallion sailed over the jumps with experienced ease and grace. His eyes darted to the side where a mare patiently stood. She was number 12, just before him. Her eyes met his and she turned away. Lucifer felt a jerk on his bit. He finished the final jump with a final score of 1 fault. He flicked his ears. His fault caused him to fall to second place, just under a horse called Soaring Tsunami. He snorted and pranced over to where the mare watched and noticed a few other horses. One of them was an old opponent, named Dun Foolin Around. Lucifer never cared to find out his opponent's barn names, only those he lived with. He paused by the mare and nickered softly.
"Do you know who Soaring Tsunami is?"
"Indeed. I am her. Name's Bluebird. And you are The Fallen Angel?"
"Lucifer, but yes. I must congratulate you on first place. This show had tough competition."
Bluebird whinnyed at Dun Foolin Around, calling him over. The large dun plodded over slowly. He didn't have tack on, only a soft blue blanket.
"This is a friend of mine. He doesn't show much anymore."
Bluebird motioned at the other stallion. His stormy blue eyes caught Lucifer's.
"I know him. We have competed but I never got his name."
Lucifer mentioned quietly, unsure if he would say he never asked.
"Quicksilver."
Quicksilver turned and walked away to chat with a few other horses. Lucifer turned to talked to Bluebird but she had left with her rider to collect the blue ribbon she rightfully earned. Lucifer snorted in amusement.
"First place suits her. Maybe I could make second place work. Or maybe, I'll prove I can beat her next time."
The bay followed his trainer when she grabbed his reins. With a quick tug, the proud stallion received his ribbon before being lead away with his head held high.
