[naumachy]

Username: legendari
Show Name: Vincit qui se vincit
Barn Name: Acantha
Gender: Mare
Rank: Peasant
Height In Hands: 16hh
Eyecolor: lysol blue
CLR type: Foundation Adopt
Parent 1: Iridia
Parent 2: Ouroboros
Phenotype: Blue Taffy Manchado
Genotype: Ee/aa/ZZ/unknown
Personality In Five Words: excuse you? get lost, loser.

Total: 10/300

Speed: 2/50
Agility: 2/50
Temperament: 2/50
Training: 0/50
Strength: 2/50
Endurance: 2/50

breeding notes; all foals from this mare will be manchado [extra slots purchased do not count]
please give me a slot

[legendari]

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Username: Legendari
Show Name: Vincit qui se vincit [a Latin phrase meaning 'He conquers who conquers himself.']
Barn Name: Acantha [meaning 'thorn, prickle' - look at in the context of a rose]
Gender: Mare
Five word personality: excuse you? get lost, loser. [she's v salty sorry]

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terrible art by me x.x lines by neara, post

The Naming

Iridia gazed down at her new daughter. She was beautiful - a rich, purple color with lighter taffy accents on her belly, muzzle, and legs. Her coat was covered in a beautiful manchado pattern - even Iridia, mother of all Camelot Riders, had rarely ever come across such a unique pattern. The filly's eyes, now already open, were the color of the sky on a warm summer's day, the color of a clear, blue sea, the color of a lysol can...cries Though only a few hours old, she was already up and struggling and trying to walk. Iridia laughed. "Feisty little one," she remarked to herself. The filly wobbled, and after a short period of time, was hobbling around the lush green field in which they were in. Iridia watched proudly as the filly began to trot, which turned into a run -- a run! Iridia herself had taken much longer to run, but here the filly was, galloping as if it was second nature. Iridia mused to herself that this was a particularly feisty and undoubtedly strong CLR. She knew she would grow up to be an independent mare. Soon, the filly returned to Iridia's side, tired after a session of running. The filly nursed and fell asleep, legs moving as if she was running. Iridia kept a watchful eye on her while deciding on a name. The filly had already demonstrated to be quite independent and strong - and beautiful, too. Iridia chuckled to herself - this filly would become the object of many stallion affections to come. She had settled on a name meaning beauty - Calissa, maybe, or Adara, or Addien...then she stopped. Beauty didn't quite seem to sum her up.

After careful pondering over the span of a few days, where the filly had now explored everything to explore in this green pasture where they were, galloped enough to tire her out, and eaten everything she could, Iridia had gone down a different path for the name: the name Acantha. The filly was a feisty one, often ignoring Iridia as much as possible, and always trying to do things without help. Acantha was fit: it meant "thorn," but to the thorn on a rose. A beautiful rose, with a prickly stem. Iridia thought this fitting for the beautiful, feisty young filly.
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Growing Up

Acantha had known, from a young age, that she was beautiful.
Not in a vain way or an egotistical way, of course. She had known through the actions and the words of other Camelot Riders.

"Hey gorgeous, where you going?" a handsome bay stallion asked, smoothly joining Acantha while she walked towards one of her favorite spots: the beach. This was the first of many encounters that Acantha had with stallions and, as strong and curious as she was, didn't know how to deal. "Um, going somewhere," she replied vaguely, with a toss of her mane and a swish of her tail. She continued walking, thinking that the stallion would let off. He didn't. Acantha started to panic: the beach was her secret place and if he found it, it wouldn't be hers anymore. "Mind if I come with you?" he smirked. Acantha, panicked and impatient, abruptly stopped and galloped away, finding no words to say to him. She waited until he left to go find her, and quickly reached the beach, where she lay thinking. Why did he call me gorgeous? That was annoying, I could have lost the secret of this beach... she sighed, and thought for a while more before getting up reluctantly and returning to the stables.

Through the years, encounters with other stallions similar to the first kept happening. Acantha became more and more irritated: Was she a pretty face and nothing more? Sure, she had beautiful lysol blue eyes that she had inherited from her mother, and a pretty darn cool coat but was that it? She was Acantha, the explorer of places, eater of things, observer of the world, knight of Camelot...and not just a pretty face. She grew annoyed as the years went by.

[family reunion] - "Aww, what a beautiful little cutie you are!" one of Acantha's aunts, Sahara gushed. Sahara had a buckskin coat and the same lysol blue eyes as Acantha. Sahara beckoned more family over, and Acantha was surrounded by a circle of relatives, all of whom she had never seen before. She felt trapped and intimidated, and hated the feeling. Her relatives all began to fuss and compliment her coat, her eyes, her mane and tail, and she hated it. She hated them but felt powerless, and had nothing to say. It was at least an hour before Iridia came over and rescued her. Acantha, feeling enraged, ran away to her spot - the beach. There she lay until night, staring at the stars and rethinking what had happened. She despised the little monster inside of her, eating at her strength and making her feel so powerless. It made her shrivel inside, and that was the tipping point. All her anger, pent up from the years burst. Acantha decided she would give them something to fear, not something to fawn over. She wasn't a pretty little object with a manchado coat and lysol blue eyes. She was Acantha, and everyone would fear her.

The next morning, when trotting back to the stables, another stallion approached her. Acantha, instead of irritation, felt satisfaction. Good. Let him come, and I'll teach him a damn lesson. He came over and gave a charming smile. "Hey beautiful, how--" and Acantha lost it. She snapped in his face and aimed a swift kick at his head - not enough to kill him, of course, but to knock him out for a while to come. She snorted when he fell and muttered "idiot" under her breath, and continued on her way. Iridia, of course, was watching from the stable windows and snickered to herself. "Well, I was right about her name," she said inwardly.
Throughout that same day, Acantha snapped at four faces, kicked four horses, and shoved all who came near to fawn over her beauty. At sunset, Acantha went back to her beach.

She thought for a while and came across a thought that had been lingering in the back of her mind: Had she tried to conquer the world around her too fast and forgotten about the horses in it, and how they would treat her? There were two wolves in her, one good, one evil, and they were fighting for dominance. This was the most unstable she had ever felt, and like the feeling of being weak or powerless, she despised it. The evil wolf laughed at the fallen horses who tried to woo her. You taught them a good lesson, honey. Now they know. The good wolf, however, said in her mind Acantha! This isn't you! Think rationally! They were just foolish stallions! Acantha knew she needed to conquer herself. She needed to conquer her mind, her feelings, and seal up the deal. She had to choose which wolf to feed, and that would be it. She could live her life as a coward or as Acantha.
She fed the evil wolf.
*this connects to her show name - she finally conquered herself*
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An Acantha #2

The morning after Acantha's thought session on the beach, she returned to the stables not as Acantha - that one had long gone away, along with the good wolf. The next stallion that came up to her, she ignored and shoved. Over time, everyone began to learn not to mess with her. She had practiced and thus perfected a deadly glare that was enough to scare off the bravest stallion. She certainly didn't need one in her life. She was kickbutt enough by herself. c; In the mornings, she would gallop along the beach and dash in the surf with the rising sun warming her back. She could jump 5 feet boulders and once, almost touched a bird on a nearby branch. One morning, she attempted to jump a 7 foot, jagged rock. On the jump, she cut her long pastern. It wasn't deep, but it stung and hurt like heck. Being the stubborn but independent mare that she had become, she refused to seek out help. Instead, she dipped her leg in the sea with a hiss of pain and nothing more, and bandaged it up best as a horse could do with some plants. Instead of others seeing her vulnerable back at the stable, she opted to sleep at the beach. She had become solely independent in and of herself.
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Lukas
After a long day of just too many stallions, Acantha raced at breakneck speed to her beach, hoping for the waves to calm her down. Slowing down to a trot, she closed her eyes, enjoying the feeling of sea spray on her face. She hadn't opened them when WHAM! A horse, undoubtedly larger than her, slammed into Acantha. Acantha was shocked and furious: Someone had found HER beach! She opened her eyes, death glare already at the ready, and found herself looking at a handsome black tovero stallion. "Who are you?" she spit out with malice. He looked stunned too: "W-what? I'm Lukas?" he responded, sounding more like a question. They both turned on each other and said [one with more fire than the other] "Why are you at my beach?" Acantha's shock grew even more. She laughed. "Excuse you? YOUR beach? You must be joking. In fact, you're hilarious. This is my beach - get lost, loser." She was surprised at herself that Lukas wasn't knocked out yet. Lukas sputtered for a moment, and responded, "This is my beach, too! Nobody even knew of it!" Acantha said, "Well, I do! You have ten seconds to get lOST before I knock you out for being on my" pause. "personal" pause. "BEACH!" she yelled. "Ten...nine...eight...seven...nevermind, you've been here long enough!" she was planning to shove him down, but once she did, it was like trying to move one of those boulders she enjoyed jumping over. It was impossible. She stared, wide-eyed and suspicious. Lukas chuckled, then stopped. Realization slowly dawned on his face. Finally, he got out "You're the one who all the other stallions flirt with!" he shot her a dirty look. Acantha was lost for words. She slowly put together pieces and screamed back, "Oh yeah? Well you're the hypocrite here - you're the stallion that tries to get all the girls," she paused for breath, and added "and fails terribly!" They gave each other death stares, then Lukas said, "Alright, here. How about we just share this beach, like civilized horses. You get this half," he said, trotting a small distance then drawing a line in the sand with his hoof, then gesturing to the side where she was on, "and I get the other half. Deal?" Acantha was about to accept with a huff, but remembered: she wasn't one for a fair trade with this imbecile. "How about I get three quarters," she said, trotting over to halfway of his side and drawing a line," and you get a fourth?" she smiled sweetly at him. The last thing she expected him to do was agree, but he nonchalantly said, "Fine with me." They went their separate ways to their own sides of the beach, but the only difference was they were now fully conscious of each other's presence.

The next day, when Acantha arrived at her three-quarters, Lukas was on his one-quarter observing the sea. Acantha almost said hi when she remembered that he was one of those stallions that tried to get all the mares - the type of horses she just despised. She acted like he wasn't there and splashed around in the water for a bit, feeling slightly ridiculous with Lukas being there. She dried off in the sun close to the water, when she felt a splash on her coat. She opened one eye, and there was Lukas, mischievously standing in front of her, poised to splash again. Acantha immediately rose from her drowsy state and scrambled to her hooves, all hatred forgotten. She ran into the surf, and before Lukas could strike again, splashed him instead. He looked shocked for a moment, then splashed her back. Soon, they were having an all-out war, each laughing. Acantha, halfway through a laugh, remembered: This is the idiot who tries to get all the mares! She stopped abruptly and said in a monotone voice, "You're on my three quarters. Get. Off." He simply shrugged and went over to his side - Acantha was furious, mostly at herself, for letting her guard down in front of another stallion.

Over time, the two had a love-hate relationship. They would be playing one moment and at each other's throats the next and never missed a beat to insult each other. However, their hate soon turned into affection, which soon turned into love. Acantha's shell had been cracked, but only by Lukas, once a ladie's man. As their love story unfolded, Crimson had decided that they would arrange a wedding for Acantha and Lukas. #Lacantha5ever
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Acantha looking fierce   - art by the one and only nauma <3
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Theme song: Independent Women, by Destiny's Child

Lesson 1: Agility
Lesson 2: Attitude
Lesson 3: Combat
Lesson 4: Speed

Question: Tell me what you think about me
I buy my own diamonds and I buy my own rings
When it's all over please get up and leave
Question: Tell me how you feel about this
Try to control me boy you get dismissed
Who would I want if I would wanna live
I worked hard and sacrificed to get what I get
Ladies, it ain't easy bein' independent
Depend on noone else to give you what you want

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Things she lives by~
"You may encounter defeats, but you must not be defeated. In fact, it may be necessary to encounter defeats, so you can know who you are, what you can rise from, and how you can still come out of it."
-Maya Angelou

"Strong women don't play victim, make themselves look pitiful, and don't point fingers. They stand and they deal." [Acantha hates pitiful horses and hates feeling pitiful]
-Mandy Hale
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The Strength Of One by Lun-Art on DA
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'strength' in chinese, by me - my calligraphy isn't the best as my chinese is usually pretty scrawled out rip ;w; Acantha is not only physically strong, but also mentally.
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Finishing note~
Aaa I love this bb so much and whoever gets to own her would be a very lucky person! Stories were by me, as was the terrible art in the beginning. The calligraphy at the bottom was also me ;-; Others have been credited. Thank you so much, and best of luck to all entrants <3

[gull.]

ignore owo

[Lady Tuesday]

//So um don't hate me...
I will be trying for this babe bc this is legit one of my favorite coat color combos c':
Don't go easy on me, nauma! I only want to win if I deserve it c:


Username: It's Tuesday Again.
Link to stable: [url=.]Opacavalle Prata[/url]
Show Name: Fortunam Tentare (Latin for: Tempting Fate)
Barn Name: Farrah (Changed from the boy's name Farren, which means 'adventurous')
Gender: Mare
Five word personality: "I laugh in danger's face!"

wip c:

I have decided that I need to focus more on getting everything for the species finished, so I will be dropping out due to lack of time<3
Probably for the best anyways ^^

[paradise,]

resssss.

Username: paradise,
Link to stable: This would be my first CLR. c:
Show Name: (No two CLRs can have the same show name)
Barn Name: (Barn names can repeat)
Gender: Stallion (Can't be changed)
Five word personality:

[Kara Danvers]

Username:
Kara Danvers

Link to stable:
x

Show Name:
KS' De Oculo Tempesta

Meaning behind the Show Name:
Tempest's show name is latin, the language of the great romans, and translates to Eye of the Storm, a name fitting for this mare with her stormy coat and personality

Barn Name:
Tempest

Gender:
Mare

Five word personality:
"Stay strong, weather the storm"

Likes:
Trail Rides, Competition, Racing, Winning

Dislikes:
Being complimented on her looks, Boneheaded Stallions, Losing

Fears:
Never amounting to anything

History:
Like many of the newer Camelot Riders, Tempest was the offspring of the great Iridia and Ouroboros. From the moment she was born, everyone knew she was to be special, however as soon as she started to walk, her specialness no longer became her extraordinary beauty. Even as a young filly, Tempest was always trotting or racing around, rarely slowing, and it became quite clear that a life of racing would suit this lightning fast filly. Her love of speed actually influenced her name, as she raced around her blue taffy coat reminded them of a raging storm, and her show name, De Oculo Tempesta, was given.

After living with her parents for a while, Tempest was soon put up for auction, and found herself being sold to a young man by the name of Arthur. Being still rather young, he did not have his own stable, instead he chose to board Tempest at his friend's stable, a quaint place out in the countryside. From the moment Tempest was purchased, something felt different to her, and when she arrived at the stable, she found that she was going to be a racer. For the next few months, Tempest and Arthur trained, and the young horse found herself having the time of her life, getting to spend her time cantering, galloping and doing what she loved, racing.

Fun Facts:
-Rarely walks, is usually at a trot or higher
-Speed Junkie
-Super competitive, hates to lose
-Trains extremely hard, always pushing herself
-Likes to occasionally prank her rider
-Extremely protective of Arthur

Song Playlist:
Main Theme- Fight Song/Rachel Platten
Feelings About Racing- Electricity/Billy Elliot
Feelings At Time of Auction- Go the Distance/Hercules
Training Theme- Be a Man/Mulan
Alternative Training Theme- Whistle(While You Work It)/Katy Tiz
Feelings About Parents- You'll Be In My Heart/Tarzan
Feelings About Arthur You've Got a Friend in Me/Toy Story

[Ariana Black]

Username; Ariana Black
Name; Persephone's Dazzling Butterfly/// Kore [Goddess of spring growth]
Gender; Mare
Link; Haven't made yet.... [Doesn't have one of these lovelies yet]
Personality With Story For Each Word;

Loving-- Kore was born on a warm Spring day out in the meadow. It had just rained few minutes before making the world seem bright to her young eyes. Butterflies fdanced around them in the wind making the world seem calm and peaceful. Her mom rose on shaky legs and started bathing her. Once she was dry, Kore tried standing. After ten tries the little filly was up and nursing while her mother grazed. When she was done she nuzzled her mother showing her loving nature. She then curled up and went to sleep.

Protective-- Kore was a year old when she found a mother with her first litter of kittens. She knew then these tiny babies needed protecting. It had been a few weeks when the new stable dog found the kittens alone while the mother was out hunting. The dog snarled and lunged towards them only to be kicked back Kore. She was not about to let the dog hurt the kittens. She started screaming until a stable boy came and got the dog. He saw the kittens and smiled proudly at her. He took the dog away and came back with the mother. He then took the mother and kittens to the house where they stayed the remainder of their days.

Gentle-- Kore had only been ridden for a few months when a school bus full of children came for their annual Horse Day. This is where the school brought children from all grades to come and spend the entire day at the stables. They were assigned a certain horse that were to clean the stall of, deed and water, groom, tack up, and ride. Soon several kids were running about going to their assigned horses when all of a sudden a small boy entered her stall. She looked down at him surprised that he had her lead rope in hand with an older stable boy behind him. She lowered her head and he clipped the lead onto her halter. He walked her out and tied her to a hitching rail. With the help of the stable boy he cleaned her stall and put in fresh water and hay. While the stable boy went to get the tack and grooming kit the young boy stayed with her. He started to reach his hand out to pet her and she nudged him a little too hard. He fell down and started crying. Kore looked about fearfully before gently nudging the boy. She nuzzled him until he stopped crying. Then he hugged her neck saying she was a good horse. The stable boy stood back watching the whole time with a teacher. A look of pride was on his face. The rest of the day went smoothly and soon the kids were piling into the bus. The teacher thanked Kore's owner saying Kore was what the boy needed cause he just lost both parents in a car accident. He was moving away in a week to live with his aunt and uncle.

Considerate-- Kore always had a special treat called, Baked Carrot Crisp Horse Treats. She especially loved them after a horse jumping show. This day was like any other. She was munching on her treats waiting for her owner to come and take her home when she saw one of the horses being yelled at and blamed for losing the show. Her owner left her angrily and the mare bowed her head clearly upset and blaming herself. Kore tugged on her lead rope and soon she was free. She trotted over to the mare and shared her treats with her. Because of her cionsideration the other owner calmed down and talked with Kore who promised to help her out.

Brave-- Kore was always afraid of the Eastern woods out by the Eastern Pasture. She didn't know why she just was. One day while they were out on a trail ride, there was a rock slide. Kore tried her best but her owner ended up getting her leg crushed. She was still alive because of Kore's quick thinking. If it hadn't been for quick thinking her owner would be buried and dead. Her owner cried out for her to get help. Kore whinnied and then reared up. She bolted back towards the house but soon stopped. The way they came was too long and she wanted to get back to her quickly. She knew there was a trail that was quicker by the Eastern Pasture but she had to go through the woods. She nickered fearfully but looked back in the direction of her owner and made up her mind. Pushing back her fear she bravely charged into the woods. She raced through the woods jumping over fallen logs not caring if she got injured as long as she could get help. Soon she saw the Eastern Pasture where Sam the stable hand was working. She started screaming and neighing loudly. Sam saw how panicked she was and went to her. She started tugging him back to her owner and Sam hopped into her saddle and once more she was racing back while Sam radioed that they needed help. If it hadn't been for Kore's bravery her owner would be dead instead of having a broken leg.

Kore's Favorite Poem;

One Day Butterfly

Aren’t we all one-day butterflies,
not aware of time.
Searching for partners or honey
until Death kisses us.
Then in his arms, tenderly rocked,
waiting for a new chance
to fly away again
and join the dance
of the one-day butterfly

Kore's Favorite Song;

"Butterfly Fly Away" by Miley and Billy Cyrus

You tuck me in,
Turn out the light
kept me safe and sound at night
little girls depend on things like that

Brushed my teeth and combed my hair
had to drive me everywhere
you were always there when I looked back

You had to do it all alone
Make a living, make a home
Must have been as hard as it could be

And when I couldn't sleep at night
Scared things wouldn't turn out right
you would hold my hand and sing to me

Caterpillar in the tree, how you wonder who you'll be
can't go far but you can always dream
Wish you may and wish you might
Don't you worry, hold on tight.
I promise you there will come a day
Butterfly fly away

Turned around and you were there
The two of us made quite a pair
Daddy's little girl was here at last
Looked away and back again
Suddenly a year was ten
Don't know how it got so far so fast

And yes dear, you don't understand
It's not anything we planned
Kind of makes you think it's meant to be (it's a destiny)
I always knew the day would come
You'd stop crawling, start to run
Beautiful as beautiful can be

Caterpillar in the tree
How you wonder who you'll be
Can't go far but you can always dream
Wish you may and wish you might
Don't you worry, hold on tight
I promise you there will come a day
Butterfly fly away

Butterfly fly away (butterfly fly away)
Got your wings, now you can't stay
Take those dreams and make them all come true

Butterfly fly away (butterfly fly away)
You've been waiting for this day
All along you've known just what to do

Butterfly, butterfly, butterfly
Butterfly fly away
Butterfly fly away (I hope you find your way and all the things you wish for, love and care about)
Butterfly fly away (oh, won't you fly away)
Butterfly fly away (oh, won't you fly away)
Butterfly fly away

[SpartanAmethyst]

Username: SpartanAmethyst
Link to stable: None yet owned c:
Show Name: SACLR Showstopper
Barn Name: tbd
Gender: Mare
Five word personality: "All eyes on me, please."

[strog13]

Username: strog13
Link to stable: http://www.chickensmoothie.com/Forum/viewtopic.php?f=103&t=3111323
Show Name: Sun after Dark
Barn Name: Trigger
Gender: Mare
Five word personality: Imagination is greater than detail.

[naumachy]

only a few days left, loves! <3