[HowlingHooves]

Username: chemical.
Show Name: All the Right Reasons
Barn Name: Qahnaarin
Gender: Stallion
Height: 18 hh

Sire: Foundation
Dam: Foundation

Phenotype: Flaxen Honey Chestnut
Genotype: ee aa ff
Eye Color: --
Breeding Notes:
- Dominant for recessive Flaxen.

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Show Name: All The Right Reasons
Barn Name: Qahnaarin (Thu'um; n. vanquisher)
Eye Color: -insertcoolnamehereidekanymore- (#4000BF)

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Day One Objectives


Required: Flaxen Mustang
Optional: Only red-based(ee) horses are able to express flaxen, and only black-based(Ee / EE) horses are able to express silver.

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Day Two Objectives


Required: Foggy Herd
Optional: Per-Per, the flaxen queen. Hades' first bae.
Event:

Personality Playlist:
• "Manic State Park" | Envy on the Coast
• "Float On" | Modest Mouse
• "When I Was Young" | The Animals

Short Story:
xxx"You are a fool." The burly stallion snorted, his cutting gaze focused on the imprudent young mare, who seemed either oblivious to his judgments, or uncommonly bold in her ignoring of the punishing charger known to most only as the "vanquisher". His appearances anywhere in the basin were far and few between, but all the drafts living within this valley had come to respect the glimmering golden stallion with eyes the color of a high-oxygen flame. He possessed an air of strength that demanded reverence from those who crossed his path, a kind of regard all young colts dream of having one day. Seneca, however, was determined to pay no mind to the stallion who desired so much attention. She turned her velvet nose up with a heavy huff, tense hind legs striking out in a warning to this vanquisher. With pinned ears, Naarin pressed closer to Seneca, forcing her to heed his presence, though she responded in a less than favorable manner; with a high-pitched complaint and a kick that grazed the muzzle of the shimmering brute. He recoiled with a gruff nicker, anger seeping from his golden coat. "Idiot! Don't you know who I am?" Naarin demanded, heavy hooves cutting gouges in the earth below as he stomped furiously.
xxx"I think you are the idiot." Seneca rounded on him, nothing but calm and postured as she stared down Qahnaarin, her sandy gaze just as passionate as his own. She left the stallion speechless, stunned, as she turned and pranced towards the horizon with a smirk playing at her face. This was who the basin had come to fear? He was pathetic. It took Qahnaarin a few moments to regain his composure, though instead of slipping so easily back into the mask he had created for himself, he instead adopted a curious expression. One more innocent than anything else, completely wrong for the character he had molded himself into. The pale stallion wandered slowly after Seneca, never letting her completely out of his sight, and not even Naarin was quite sure why he'd decided to trail along after her.

(350/500 words ;; describing a small scene from Naarin and Seneca's very first encounter, later to become utterly inseperable)