[tynahi]

You spot a stallion standing off to the corner with a golden coat and dazzling amber eyes. The fur around his neck seems to be shaggier than the rest of his coat resembling that of a lion. Pinning his ears back he challenges all that approach and seems to have taken a liking to a mare with similar coloration.

Username: ᴄʜᴇᴍɪᴄᴀʟ
Name: Take the World by Storm "Alareiks"
Gender: Stallion
Eye Color: Amber Sunrise
Coat Color: Chestnut
Genes: ee | aa | Ff
Dam: Foundation
Sire: Foundation
Breeding Notes:
- Halter may not pass
- Pawprint may pass to 5 foals
- Pawprint has 40% chance of passing
- Carries the Flaxen [f] gene.
-Edits cannot pass

[WatermelonBear]

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[Spottedleaf.]

0o0 Such a purdy lion bby, you did an amazing job on him Tynahi!
But I have my own lion bby, Leo and I love him to bits! c:

[KathrynKat]

Username: WildHorse32
Name: Koda
Gender: Stallion
Eye Color: Amber Sunrise
Coat Color: Chestnut
Personality: Wise, overly protective, and has a bit of an attitude. He wouldn't hurt a soul unless threat is shown. He is open to making friends but fairly picky, and judge mental.
A story about their past:
Picture of a lion: sip

[chemical.]

I couldn't decide on just one story so I wrote a bunch of lil ones about some of his most important memories, I hope that's okay cx. I had a lot of ideas for this guy, and as I started writing things just sort of happened haha <3.

I can't stop coming up with story ideas omg someone stop me please I'm never going to sleep.

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"ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ғʀᴇᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɪɴs,
ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ!"

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❝ show name ❞xtake the world by storm ❝ barn name ❞xalareiksx❝ meaning ❞xgermanic; lord of all, king of all.

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xxxAlareiks is every bit the bold and fearless prince charming; a knight in shining armor, a paladin of the most valiant and courageous definition. He is bold and stubborn, with moral standards so high he could rival the gods themselves. He is a knight, a proud and humble and honorable warrior with a heart of gold that is all too easy to shatter. He is passionate and devoted, with wild and intense emotions. He gets utterly absorbed into the world around him, into the people and places and things that grace his path, and does his very best to look at everything with an optimistic and hopeful gleam in his eye. Some look at Alareiks and see innocence; naivety, others see a stallion too accepting of the burdens of the world to be dragged down by them. He has enough love in his heart for the world, and though this trusting and affectionate nature has seen him burned in the past he has not let it change his views.
xxxWhen things come to a more intimate nature, it is quite easy to say that Alareiks is one of the most doting and steadfast partners you could find; albeit not the most confident of one. He tends to be very nervous when the topic falls to romance, often falling over himself in an attempt to find the right words and generally playing a fool. He's a hopeless romantic who defaults to cheesy pickup-lines and nervous ramblings, even if he has known his significant other for quite some time. When all is said and done, Alareiks is a teddy bear wrapped in a knight's armor; ready to serve and defend, though with none of the pride that comes with such a title.

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❝ username ❞xᴄʜᴇᴍɪᴄᴀʟx❝ eyes + coat ❞xchestnut + amber sunrise ❝ picture ❞xxx

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xxx❝ The Dawn ❞
xxxx"Rather odd looking little fella." The gruff tone of his father is the first thing Alareiks can remember, as molten orange eyes slowly blink open for the first time. The young colt peeked up at the faces looming over him, silhouetted against a morning so bright the poor little creature snapped his eyes shut once more, recoiling from the sudden intrusion of glowing yellow light so abruptly he rolled himself over, onto his back. When finally he had recovered, the colt once again attempted to take stock of this new world, this time as glittering eyes eased open with an infuriating slowness. Before him were two kindly-looking mustangs, though the larger of the duo, the stallion whom Alareiks would come to know as his father, harbored a bewildered and concerned expression, while his mother gazed down onto her new son with a warmth none could rival. There was this feeling, this need to be close to this creature that seemed so familiar, that looked at him as though he were all that existed in the world. Though it took several minutes for the colt to even discover that he could stand, and even longer for him to figure out how to balance on the shaky stilts that were his legs. Each step was a challenge, a fight against gravity and his own clumsy little body, though finally he reached the side of the mare who seemed so fond of him and tilted his chin up to look at her with glowing eyes, bouncing his nose against her foreleg as a small, stump of a tail was raised high into the air and a shrill, happy whinny escaped his rubbery lips. "Hush now, he's perfect. He will be called Alareiks." His mother beamed down at her excited new colt, her little prince.


xxx❝ Broken Crown ❞
xxxxShrill screams pierced the air; oval ears stapled firmly back against a thick head, wet nostrils flared in frustration and anger, golden body slick with sweat that made Alareiks seem absolutely molten in the gleaming evening sun. He moved with grace, slinking across the field of battle with agile and precise motions, everything about the young stallion seemed poised and steady. He screamed confidence, emanated that arrogance of youth that could not be faked. Those on the sidelines had taken to chanting after him, calling him "Ung Ljón", the young lion, too proud and bold to admit fault. Or perhaps it was just the shouts of his siblings, pushing him on from the background as Alareiks pitted himself against challenger after challenger in this tourney, this war that would decide his fate. The sun that used her taunt and tease him was sinking low on the distant horizon, but still the colt refused to give in, even when he had long passed his breaking point. His lungs burned, his eyes ran and his vision blurred as crimson blood dripped from fine cuts onto the ruined earth below. His mane was matted, every muscle in his body screamed, screamed in protest, begged him to cease this pointless struggle. The scene laid out before his next rival was pitiful; a young stallion, too exhausted to lift his head above his shoulders, dripping blood and sweat, yet too proud and stubborn to admit defeat. It was this day, this tourney, this hopeless competition, that knocked every ounce of ego out of the colt, shattered every illusion of power and grandeur. It was this day that helped to transform the colt into what he has become today; as he lay broken and drained in the dirt, that Alareiks shed every ounce of that youthful arrogance.


xxx❝ Dogs of War ❞
xxxxIn that moment, there was nothing more than a boiling anger; a drive, an animalistic, brutal instinct to protect, and he would have thrown himself in the path of any foe. It was red flags and blaring sirens, a passion that burned like wildfire in the pit of his stomach. For as he gazed down at this new little creature, this new life, it seemed almost impossible not to feel responsible for it, especially since Alareiks could still vividly recall his own struggles at such a young age, and he didn't even have the challenge that was being presented to this young foal. One wary glance was cast to his weary mother, the mare whom he had relied upon entirely for the last two years of his life, though seeing as his guardian was out of commission, he was just going to have to fill the role himself. There was an ear-splitting scream, a sound that Alareiks was not even aware he was capable of making, as the young stallion threw himself across the plains towards his challenger; though this was no tourney, and everything was on the line. His body collided with the rival stallions at a tremendous speed; shaking both of them to the very core, but it was the knowledge that if he lost this battle, he lost his family, that forced Alareiks to regain himself. This battle was a long and bloody one; and though it did not compare to the trials his body was put through during his tourney, by the end of the grueling ordeal Alareiks was left swaying on his feet, sweat stinging his wounds, the world spinning around him as he struggled to keep himself upright. This time, however, Alareiks had come out the champion; a fact that was not lost on him as he watched his rival flee into the distance. This time, the young knight had proven his worth.


xxx❝ Moonstruck Blunders ❞
xxxxShe was beautiful, he could recall that much. In that moment, the moment in which his molten eyes first reached her, not much else could be summoned to the top of his mind. She was gorgeous. Her coat, a rich ebony, glittered in the warm afternoon glow. Her eyes were like moonstones, gleaming, icy gems. This stallion, the young lion, a creature who never was at a loss for words, could think of not a single thing to say, could not form a single complete sentence even to himself. He watched, moonstruck, as this elegant creature approached him. Reality came crashing down; the reality that he had absolutely no idea what to do about the events that were unfurling all too quickly in front of his eyes. Before long, the alluring mare was standing before him, batting her eyes and tossing her mane, and all Alareiks could think to do was spit out one line to top them all; "Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I’m lost at sea.", which, surprisingly, was not quite the hit he was hoping it would be.


xxx❝ Exalted ❞
xxxxFor twenty years his father had reigned over this basin, this land that so many had come to know as home. For twenty years he had been their prophet, their king, their beloved and exalted leader. But twenty years had come and gone, leaving the mustangs of this untamed land utterly hopeless. His death was felt like a tremor throughout the valley; an unimaginable loss to all whose lives he touched. The one who felt it's effects the most was his young son, the little prince, the Ung Ljón, though this young lion did not get time to mourn for long. Fading out of the landscape like nymphs from legend they surrounded him; the following that his father had amassed, those who had once vowed their lives to the tenacious stallion and his views. Those who now placed their vows, their lives, at the little prince's feet, welcome or not. It was almost entirely unanimous, this sudden shift, this change in power. They had taken their promise to his father to his grave, and instead of brawling amongst themselves to determine the next king of the basin, they now laid it at this young stallions' feet. They placed him on a pedestal, they elected him as their new lord. And Alareiks could do little to refuse. Looking out upon the sea of faces turned up to him, expectant eyes glittering with a trust hard to find as though he had stood at their head for a lifetime already, he had no choice but to bend to their will. To become what they all wanted him to be. And so, Alareiks was named the next king of the basin.

[tynahi]

Ends tomorrow night 11:55 pm Pacific Time

[tynahi]

I couldn't decide on just one story so I wrote a bunch of lil ones about some of his most important memories, I hope that's okay cx. I had a lot of ideas for this guy, and as I started writing things just sort of happened haha <3.

I can't stop coming up with story ideas omg someone stop me please I'm never going to sleep.

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"ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ғʀᴇᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜᴀɪɴs,
ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʏ!"

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❝ show name ❞xtake the world by storm ❝ barn name ❞xalareiksx❝ meaning ❞xgermanic; lord of all, king of all.

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xxxAlareiks is every bit the bold and fearless prince charming; a knight in shining armor, a paladin of the most valiant and courageous definition. He is bold and stubborn, with moral standards so high he could rival the gods themselves. He is a knight, a proud and humble and honorable warrior with a heart of gold that is all too easy to shatter. He is passionate and devoted, with wild and intense emotions. He gets utterly absorbed into the world around him, into the people and places and things that grace his path, and does his very best to look at everything with an optimistic and hopeful gleam in his eye. Some look at Alareiks and see innocence; naivety, others see a stallion too accepting of the burdens of the world to be dragged down by them. He has enough love in his heart for the world, and though this trusting and affectionate nature has seen him burned in the past he has not let it change his views.
xxxWhen things come to a more intimate nature, it is quite easy to say that Alareiks is one of the most doting and steadfast partners you could find; albeit not the most confident of one. He tends to be very nervous when the topic falls to romance, often falling over himself in an attempt to find the right words and generally playing a fool. He's a hopeless romantic who defaults to cheesy pickup-lines and nervous ramblings, even if he has known his significant other for quite some time. When all is said and done, Alareiks is a teddy bear wrapped in a knight's armor; ready to serve and defend, though with none of the pride that comes with such a title.

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❝ username ❞xᴄʜᴇᴍɪᴄᴀʟx❝ eyes + coat ❞xchestnut + amber sunrise ❝ picture ❞xxx

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xxx❝ The Dawn ❞
xxxx"Rather odd looking little fella." The gruff tone of his father is the first thing Alareiks can remember, as molten orange eyes slowly blink open for the first time. The young colt peeked up at the faces looming over him, silhouetted against a morning so bright the poor little creature snapped his eyes shut once more, recoiling from the sudden intrusion of glowing yellow light so abruptly he rolled himself over, onto his back. When finally he had recovered, the colt once again attempted to take stock of this new world, this time as glittering eyes eased open with an infuriating slowness. Before him were two kindly-looking mustangs, though the larger of the duo, the stallion whom Alareiks would come to know as his father, harbored a bewildered and concerned expression, while his mother gazed down onto her new son with a warmth none could rival. There was this feeling, this need to be close to this creature that seemed so familiar, that looked at him as though he were all that existed in the world. Though it took several minutes for the colt to even discover that he could stand, and even longer for him to figure out how to balance on the shaky stilts that were his legs. Each step was a challenge, a fight against gravity and his own clumsy little body, though finally he reached the side of the mare who seemed so fond of him and tilted his chin up to look at her with glowing eyes, bouncing his nose against her foreleg as a small, stump of a tail was raised high into the air and a shrill, happy whinny escaped his rubbery lips. "Hush now, he's perfect. He will be called Alareiks." His mother beamed down at her excited new colt, her little prince.


xxx❝ Broken Crown ❞
xxxxShrill screams pierced the air; oval ears stapled firmly back against a thick head, wet nostrils flared in frustration and anger, golden body slick with sweat that made Alareiks seem absolutely molten in the gleaming evening sun. He moved with grace, slinking across the field of battle with agile and precise motions, everything about the young stallion seemed poised and steady. He screamed confidence, emanated that arrogance of youth that could not be faked. Those on the sidelines had taken to chanting after him, calling him "Ung Ljón", the young lion, too proud and bold to admit fault. Or perhaps it was just the shouts of his siblings, pushing him on from the background as Alareiks pitted himself against challenger after challenger in this tourney, this war that would decide his fate. The sun that used her taunt and tease him was sinking low on the distant horizon, but still the colt refused to give in, even when he had long passed his breaking point. His lungs burned, his eyes ran and his vision blurred as crimson blood dripped from fine cuts onto the ruined earth below. His mane was matted, every muscle in his body screamed, screamed in protest, begged him to cease this pointless struggle. The scene laid out before his next rival was pitiful; a young stallion, too exhausted to lift his head above his shoulders, dripping blood and sweat, yet too proud and stubborn to admit defeat. It was this day, this tourney, this hopeless competition, that knocked every ounce of ego out of the colt, shattered every illusion of power and grandeur. It was this day that helped to transform the colt into what he has become today; as he lay broken and drained in the dirt, that Alareiks shed every ounce of that youthful arrogance.


xxx❝ Dogs of War ❞
xxxxIn that moment, there was nothing more than a boiling anger; a drive, an animalistic, brutal instinct to protect, and he would have thrown himself in the path of any foe. It was red flags and blaring sirens, a passion that burned like wildfire in the pit of his stomach. For as he gazed down at this new little creature, this new life, it seemed almost impossible not to feel responsible for it, especially since Alareiks could still vividly recall his own struggles at such a young age, and he didn't even have the challenge that was being presented to this young foal. One wary glance was cast to his weary mother, the mare whom he had relied upon entirely for the last two years of his life, though seeing as his guardian was out of commission, he was just going to have to fill the role himself. There was an ear-splitting scream, a sound that Alareiks was not even aware he was capable of making, as the young stallion threw himself across the plains towards his challenger; though this was no tourney, and everything was on the line. His body collided with the rival stallions at a tremendous speed; shaking both of them to the very core, but it was the knowledge that if he lost this battle, he lost his family, that forced Alareiks to regain himself. This battle was a long and bloody one; and though it did not compare to the trials his body was put through during his tourney, by the end of the grueling ordeal Alareiks was left swaying on his feet, sweat stinging his wounds, the world spinning around him as he struggled to keep himself upright. This time, however, Alareiks had come out the champion; a fact that was not lost on him as he watched his rival flee into the distance. This time, the young knight had proven his worth.


xxx❝ Moonstruck Blunders ❞
xxxxShe was beautiful, he could recall that much. In that moment, the moment in which his molten eyes first reached her, not much else could be summoned to the top of his mind. She was gorgeous. Her coat, a rich ebony, glittered in the warm afternoon glow. Her eyes were like moonstones, gleaming, icy gems. This stallion, the young lion, a creature who never was at a loss for words, could think of not a single thing to say, could not form a single complete sentence even to himself. He watched, moonstruck, as this elegant creature approached him. Reality came crashing down; the reality that he had absolutely no idea what to do about the events that were unfurling all too quickly in front of his eyes. Before long, the alluring mare was standing before him, batting her eyes and tossing her mane, and all Alareiks could think to do was spit out one line to top them all; "Your eyes are blue, like the ocean. And baby, I’m lost at sea.", which, surprisingly, was not quite the hit he was hoping it would be.


xxx❝ Exalted ❞
xxxxFor twenty years his father had reigned over this basin, this land that so many had come to know as home. For twenty years he had been their prophet, their king, their beloved and exalted leader. But twenty years had come and gone, leaving the mustangs of this untamed land utterly hopeless. His death was felt like a tremor throughout the valley; an unimaginable loss to all whose lives he touched. The one who felt it's effects the most was his young son, the little prince, the Ung Ljón, though this young lion did not get time to mourn for long. Fading out of the landscape like nymphs from legend they surrounded him; the following that his father had amassed, those who had once vowed their lives to the tenacious stallion and his views. Those who now placed their vows, their lives, at the little prince's feet, welcome or not. It was almost entirely unanimous, this sudden shift, this change in power. They had taken their promise to his father to his grave, and instead of brawling amongst themselves to determine the next king of the basin, they now laid it at this young stallions' feet. They placed him on a pedestal, they elected him as their new lord. And Alareiks could do little to refuse. Looking out upon the sea of faces turned up to him, expectant eyes glittering with a trust hard to find as though he had stood at their head for a lifetime already, he had no choice but to bend to their will. To become what they all wanted him to be. And so, Alareiks was named the next king of the basin.

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Thanks for entering guys. Loved reading all the stories <33

[chemical.]

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thank you for my smol awkward son oml <3