[Nikki6Ashba]

Username: ZombieHund
Show Name: The Golden Age
Barn Name: Kronos
Gender: Stallion
Height: 18.3 hands

Sire: Foundation
Mare: Foundation

Phenotype: Silver Grey reverse brindle // Amber Ivory champagne brindle manchado
Genotype: Ee/aa/Zz/GG + reverse brindle // Ee/AA/Crcr/Chch + brindle + manchado
Eye Color: light forest green
Breeding Notes:-Chimeric passes at 10 %
Grey is Dominant coat:
-will always pass G
-Reverse Brindle passes at 20%
Amber Ivory is Recessive coat:
-will always pass A
-Brindle passes at 20%
-Manchado passes at 20%

To get this boyo you much either draw a picture(Minimum of a colored head shot), or write a story(minimum of 150 words) showing off his personality. Story/Art MUST bee 100% your own work, no commissions, no color ins, no reusing old lines or stories. Fell free to pimp out your form as much as you want~ This will be a raffle style for those who complete their story/art. You get 1 entry for completing your story/art, each extra you add gets you another entry, and pimping up your form can get you up to 3 extra entries.

Ways to get extra entries:
-Each additional art peace gets you 1 extra entry(up to 3)
-For every 150 words you get an extra entry(up to 3)
-Pimping your form gets you additional entries(up to 3)

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End date:
July 3rd

[Kruxly]

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(born Mirak)

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Grim, is as it says on the tin, grim, sarcastic, insincere and uncouth, he doesn’t keep his opinions to himself but he can act charming, sultry and friendly when he wants to, especially if he wants something. He is incredibly intelligent and uses this as an advantage over the other horses in almost an authoritarian and domineering manner. He was brought as if he was better than others and prefers a solitary lifestyle, his mother was a mare from a different herd, his father unknown. His body is built like a professional wrestlers, huge muscles rippling under his unique coat. He would catch the eye of many a mare (or stallion) if he wasn’t such an ungrateful jerk to them.
As he grew in strength he was sent to guard the surrounding lands that the herd controls so he wouldn’t be a nuisance but Grim prefers most to hang around the grave yards. He develops a very strange feeling around this place, as if he should be caring for the dead, waiting for them to one day rise from their resting place and return to the herd. This odd behaviour has earned him the nickname Grim (his name before this was Mirak, Haitian Creole for Miracle) and most call him The Grim Reaper under their breath.
In the past his odd behaviour has caused arguments and fights to break out amongst the herd which is why Grim has chosen to keep to himself as the other horses do not approve of his strange grave yard obsessed lifestyle and believe he is being controlled by some other malevolent spirit. Some would call him crazy or a sociopath, and maybe he is but others say he is just a difficult and stubborn and highly opinionated stallion who knows no better. Either way Grim is a weird horse who is single-minded and troublesome with a mind capable of coming up with very unhealthy thoughts.

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[sillies]

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antique res!!

[Ringo.]

Dropping
I wont be able to finish before tomorrow
goodluck to everyone else though <3

[Zombiehund]

Username: Zombiehund
Show Name: The Golden Age
Barn Name: Kronos


Kronos and Zeus did not get along that well in the past...
Kronos used to be the leader of the herd, one of the greatest in its history. It was a golden age, but all good things must come to an end.

Kronos was getting older and Zeus, a young stallion, demanded for him to hand over Leadership to someone else. Although he never said it, he hoped to be this someone, as he was one of the strongest and bravest stallions in the herd at this time, both traits Kronos valued. But Kronos refused to give up his position and theire arguments got worse and worse, untill Zeus startet challenging Kronos openly. He won and was now the rightfull Leader. Kronos planed to leave the herd with a Group big enough to form a new one, but he soon had to realise no one would follow him. He was old, his eye sight and hearing was getting weaker and he was just not strong enough to protect a herd anymore. He was just not the Great Leader he used to be, and Zeus did a good job mastering his new role, he had to admit that. After some time, he decided to stay to be near his loved ones and help Zeus with some advise.

They now get along just fine and Kronos likes his new role as an Elder. Zeus values him much for his experience and often consults him for important decisions or just to hear some advise, and they can even be seen grooming eachother sometimes.


"Kronos? Krooonooos!"
A small colt ran towards the elderly stallion, followed by a few other foals.
"Can you tell us a story?", asked he just a few steps away from the grazing Kronos. He was silent for a few momentents, until the colt looked at him with sweet puppy eyes and begged: "Pleeeeease..."
Kronos smiled, shook his head and replied: "Okay, okay. Have I ever told you the story of Pandora?"
The young colt squeaked exitedly and exclaimed "No, tell us about it!"
Kronos laid down in the green grass and started to tell: "Once upon a time there was a Mare named Pandora. She was giftet by the gods, and everyone loved her. But one of the gods wanted to test her and gave her a little box. She was told to not open it under any circumstaces, but she was just so curious and soon couldn't resist the temptation anymore. She opened the box and  as she raised the lid, out flew all the evils of the world. Envy, sickness, hate, disease, death... you know, all the bad stuff..."
"Like Plasic Bags?!" Interupted him a little filly shooked. Kronos looked confused for a moment and then nodded befor he continued with his story: "She slammed the lid closed, but it was too late. As she opened it again there was only one thing left inside: Hope.
And Hope made all the difference in the world"

[Iridize]

Mark c:

[annie15970]

Forgot to do it, but good luck to everyone. <3

[Storm Rose]

Dropping, don't have the time to give this beauty what he deserves...

[birch.]

Username: birch.
Show Name: Of Poetry and Eloquence
Barn Name: Bragi
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Bragi is not your typical Raj, though his flashy coat and strong personality would cause you to think otherwise. Being a quiet, introverted type, he finds pleasure in the little things: The smell of a wild rose on a hot summer's day, the babbling of a creek as it quickly flows over the large rocks in its shallow depths, the euphoric sensation of a cool breeze flowing over him when the day is at its hottest, just to name a few. Bragi is peaceful and prefers to be alone even though others, especially females, flock to him for companionship.

Under a calm exterior lies a heart in turmoil, his beliefs of a warrior bound lifestyle combating his peaceful, lover's heart. Being born from a strong leader and a war maiden, his roots run deep as his training started very young but he has always believed there was a better answer than running into your own death. The thought simply pierces his tender heart, yet he knows his instincts would not allow him to fall.

Do not be mistaken, though he has a strong and simply abrasive manner of handling any who dare attempt to make him a companion, he longs for this interaction. He often kicks himself mentally for his bland mannerisms and blames his father for his lack of social skills. When a mare approaches him, for example, a lump forms within his throat causing him to be unable to speak momentarily which in turn angers him and causes his personality to seem rather unpleasant, driving the mares away. One day he hopes that a made will see past his quirks and stick to his side but he fears that day will never come.

Though he is not terribly fond of humans, he does find their music rather calming at times, the sweet sounds filling his keen ears and causing his mind to wander and for him to obtain a form of peace. He does not often find himself in the company of humans but when he does, he longs for their music to fill the air and set his mind at ease.

In summary, Bragi is calm, gentle, abrasive, and all in all socially awkward but if one can break past his tough exterior they can benefit from his loving interior.

Example of his personality when dealing with a rambunctious foal:

Bragi stood in a field of tall, flowing grass, chewing idly as his mind wandered. In the distance he spotted a herd yet he paid them little mind, knowing that if they got closer he would simply love away to avoid embarrassment. As he stood, the serene silence was broken by a tiny whinny, causing Bragi's ears to flicker and his eyes to widen slightly.

Turning his large head to peer behind him, his keen eyes distinguish a flash of cream amongst the depth of green that stretched behind him. As Bragi watched, the foal popped his small head above the grass, staring at the flashy stallion before him. Bragi observed the foal with reserved curiosity before glancing about for the foal's mother,

"Why are you out here all by yourself?" Bragi asked, his deep, chocolately voice breaking the long silence. The foal bound forward, bucking playfully through the grass before stopping beside Bragi, attempting to stand tall,

"I'm not alone, you're right here." The foal stated matter of factly, holding his head high in a manner a stallion would when attempting dominance over another.

Bragi chuckled inwardly and turned slightly to look at the foal, his eyes taking in the foal's soft cram coat only broken by a flashy white Tobiano, "That may be so, young one, but shouldn't one your age be with mother?" Bragi asked with a swish of his tail.

The foal stamped, a soft thud of defiance, "I don't need my mother. I am a stallion, not a colt." He said angrily, flicking his ears back in protest.

Bragi huffed softly at the foal's nature, it reminding him of himself so much that it nearly smiled, "Even stallions wish to be by their mother's side on occasion." He said, looking back at the foal before offering a soft nudge, "Remember that, young one."

The foal offered another stamp of his hoof, turning to look away, "One day I will be a mighty warrior, my mane will be trimmed and I will sport the scars of battle." The foal looked once more at Bragi, daring him to challenge his statement.

Bragi huffed once more before beginning to walk away from the defiant foal, "And I wish you all happiness in your...endeavors." He stated with a hint of disgust.

The foal stood for a moment before trotting to Bragi, attempting to keep pace with the stallion, "Why do you bear no evidence of battle yet your mane is cut?" He asked innocently.

'Typical curious foals..' Bragi thought with a roll of his eyes. Keeping his gaze forward, Bragi's ears flickered back in slight irritation, "Because I do not believe in battle therefore I attempt to remain away from it." He said in a hushed tone, attempting to dismiss the subject but, to no surprise, the foal persisted,

"Then why is your mane cut?" The foal asked, continuing to attempt Bragi's gait

"Because," Bragi began through gritted teeth, "I am trained for combat."

"Then...why do you not want to fight?" The foal asked with a tilt of his head.

Bragi stopped quickly to turn his head toward the foal, "Look. I simply would rather enjoy life rather than conform to typical tradition."

The foal caught his step and attempted not to trip at Bragi's sudden stop, confused by his words, "But...it is destined. My father says a Raj who does not fight is no Raj at all."

"Then I am no Raj." Bragi said shortly, beginning to walk once more, "Now enough. Shouldn't you be on your way rather than bothering a stallion while he eats?"

The foal started afafter Bragi but glanced toward the herd that they were moving away from, "I do not belong there, no one wants to play with me."

Bragi stopped once more to look at the foal, tilting his large head slightly, "And why is that?"

"Because I wish to practice and grow stronger, they do not and want to play in the field or in the stream. I am too grown up for that." The young foal said as he stopped beside Bragi, holding his head up once more.

"Young one," Bragi began, giving his head a soft shake, "You must enjoy your youth, being grown is not as much fun as it may seem. Try. Try to play with the foals, run in the fields, play in the streams and creeks, keep your heart young and pure." Bragi pleaded, "If you do not, you will end up abrasive and lonely like me."

The foal thought this over for a moment before nodding softly, "I..can try. I do not want to be lonely." He said, looking at Bragi.

Bragi nodded in return, nudging the foal toward the herd, "Now go, be young and carefree. Your day will come and you will long for this time once more. Go." Bragi said this softly, nudging gently once Kore before the foal moved away, bounding and bucking through the grass as he galloped toward his family.

Bragi watched until he could not see the foal anymore, sighing quietly before moving deeper into the field to be alone once more, wishing he had a family to return to.

I got a little carried away XD

[Nikki6Ashba]

this ends tomorrow ^^