[NuclearCaiman]

Username:
.:Headless:.
Name:
Fighting with Tigers || Vaas
Gender:
Stallion
Eye Color:
Jade Green
Coat Color:
Copper Bay Pangaré Brindle
Character Development:
It was hard to face down the intimidating stallion on any day, but during storms? There was not a chance in hell of it really. The green eyed monster flared his nostrils and stamped a hoof as he leaned forward slightly, eyes focused intensely on the ranch who kept trying too move in closer to the paddock. The sight of his striped coat twitching in agitation as his ears pressed forward was unsettling, the thunder in the distance and lightning made the air static and hard too breathe in. Davis had yet too meet a stallion as regal, intimidating, and down right scary as Vaas with his lack of fear and stand offish nature. He was sure the stallion would like too breathe fire if he could.

Fighting with Tigers was one of the first Westrossa mustangs brought in, and the way he was brought too the stable was off putting too say the least. A big horse trailer was put up to a fence and he had too be unclipped from several areas on the trailer. "A safety precaution, so he doesn't hurt himself on the drive here." The seller had said before he sped off, leaving Davis with one angry stallion in a high fenced paddock. The first couple of days were hard, he even thought of reselling the horse because of his wild and often off putting attitude. Davis Harvey didn't even consider putting a saddle on him for another month. The first few days, he paced along the edge of the fence as he pawed the ground and whined high and loud every time he got too close. It took a lot of carrots, sugar cubes, and apple slices for him too be able too approach the tiger brindled male at all. And even then, if a bridle or lead came close too him, he would toss his head and stamp his hooves. Like a toddler pitching a fit about certain shoes they didn't want too wear. It wouldn't be for a couple more months till he could full outfit the horse in his tack.

Storms took away the beast that had gentled more as he lived with Davis, he became more feral and primal. Not wanting anyone too come near him even though he wanted out of the storm, flipping his lip up too show his teeth as his jade green eyes flickered in an angered, nervous fashion before focusing on someone. So here Davis was, bridle and lead in hand and reliving what he went through when Vaas first arrived, trying too sneak closer and not spook the tiger-like male as he pulled a carrot out of his pocket and held it out. He half expected too be bitten and tossed like he had when he entered the stallion's paddock for the first time. But the hot breath on his hand quickly retreated and the crunch of carrots reached his ears, dragging a smile too his face. Petting Vaas's cheek, it took him no time too hook the bridle on and clip a lead too it. He moved quickly, luring him out with the offer of more carrots if he followed. It took time, and by the time they entered the stables both man and horse were soak head too heel with water. Laughing quietly, Davis leaned his head against the horse's neck and gave a quiet sigh; he had brought this animal so far in the time he had been here. Still chuckling, he lead Vaas over too the open spaced stall and put him in. After brushing him down and towel drying him, he refilled the water and was leaning up too get more hay from the loft section of the stall when he felt a large head nudge him as it tried too get into the coat pocket with the apples.

A smile on his face, Davis gave him what he wanted before finishing filling the hay trough and patting the stallion's head one last time before he headed out. Fighting with Tigers, more like Eats only Apples. That was one of the most bipolar horses he had ever met in his time here at the stable.

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[tynahi]

Username: Alhena
Name: Benji
Gender: Stallion
Eye Color: Jade Green
Coat Color: Copper Bay Pangaré Brindle
Character Development:
As a foal Benji always was the right hand in command. He showed power and respect to his elders and the younger foals in the herd he once ran with. People would have him leading the herd from time to time when he was only just becoming a young stud. They trusted him and hoped that one day he would protect them throughout thick and thin. As he grew older he was finally the leader, he was a bit cocky about it at first, always rubbing it in stallions faces and attempting to get at mares who fawned over him daily.
One day as he was leading his herd among a vast valley, a loud roaring sound echoed through the sky above them. A strange object zoomed past them but then circled back around. The herd was frightened, and in an attempt to escape most mares and foals ran for the hills; The stallions staid back to try to scare off the strange object above them. As the whinnied and stomped their hooves in the ground, a bunch of people started to surround them.
Two stallions were captured, the others ran after the mares to protect them and the foals so they could continue on with traveling. Benji and his childhood friend were loaded into a trailer and taken to an auction house not too far from the valley. Benji was separated from his friends and put into a smaller pen with stranger horses who seemed to not mind his presence. Days passed and Benji was never given food, he only received little water that would keep him barely hydrated. From what he had learned from the other horses, he was at a place where nothing good happens. He was scared and wanted to return to his family but there was no way out of the hell he was about to endure.
One afternoon Benji and a few others were forced out of the pen and into a smaller ring where men stood on the inside, they had long stick like objects in their hands. Every time a mustang got near the corners the stick like objects would make a loud 'CRACK' sound in the air.
What Benji didn't know is that he was at an auction, he was about to be sold to a slaughter house but a young women out bid him. Benji was taken back into a different pen where he awaited to be moved again, but this time he wasn't going back to his herd, he was going to a place by the name of Woodstock Stables. The journey was long but thankfully the trailer held some type of dried grass that he was allowed to munch on while he stood in the back of the trailer.
Once Benji arrived at Woodstock Stables, he was frightened and aggressive towards most men that came around him. He didn't like it when they moved too fast around him and he had personal space problems. If someone got too close to him he would back up or even kick out to get the person to move.
A girl named Parker started to work with him every day or so. After four months of work Benji began trusting Parker, which was major progress. He finally settled in with a small herd of horses who accepted him as a leader and once again he was living the life he once lived before.

Congrats! Sorry about the wait! Thanks to all that entered, everyones forms were lovely

[DeadlyArcana]

Ah thank you so much Ty!! Little Benji will gets lots of love ❤️

[-Isabella-]

Ah thank you so much Ty!! Little Benji will gets lots of love ❤️

Congratulations:)