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Could we get a 24 hour warning before she closes please, Undyne?

Yep you have the rest of today and tomorrow. It will end at around 8 pm GMT

Oh ok. Thank you ^^
I'm still waiting on my last surprise...

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Extended until sunday

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Ending 8pm GMT tomorrow finish your forms up

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Closed for judging.

Will post the winner later

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I came here for sanctuary;
Away from the winds
and the sounds of asystole.
I came here to get some peace,
way down deep
where the shadows are heavy.
I can't help but think of you
in these four walls
my thoughts seem to wander
to some distant century,
when everyone we know
is six feet under...

I don't want to rest in peace;
I'd rather be the ghost
that annoys you.
I hope you can
make me laugh,
six feet down when
we're bored of each other.
A match is our only light,
It's day of the dead
and I'm Indiana Jones here.
These coins sit upon our eyes,
pool our funds and
pay the boat together.

When our lives are over
and all that remains
are our skulls and bones,
let's take it to the grave.
And hold me in your arms,
hold me in your arms;
I'll be buried here with you.
And I'll hold in these hands
all that remains.

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Owner:
Amethyst Barr | SpartanAmethyst
Owner of Amethyst Ridge Ranch in Denver, CO

Show Name:
280 SAKF The Perfect Harbinger

Barn Name:
Reaper
Given for her mysterious air and shining red eyes, her namesake isn't as obvious as one might think. Continuing with Amethyst's group of "Mass Effect" related horses, she was dubbed this for how, at first glance, much she seems to be like the sentient biosynthetic Reapers in the game series.

Gender:
Mare

Age:
Her exact age is unknown,
but she's thought to be around 6.

Halter color:
Her halter is a deep, rich black,
with what looks like circuit lines
in this purple: #8000BF.

Pearl/jewel color:
Her pearls and jewels are the
same color as her haunting eyes.

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║✩ it is only darkness that creates stars ✩║
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Barn Colors:
Reaper's main barn colors are the black and
purple in her halter; should a third color
be present, it is red like her eyes.

Tack:
✩ blanket & polo wraps
✩ pleasure tack & pad
✩ dressage tack & pad
✩her Halloween costume

Discipline and Training:
Dressage [Beginner]
Starting her training has been slow and difficult.
Due to her age and personality, she's just learning to
accept a bit and saddle, though no riding attempt
has been made. As soon as she's comfortable with
a rider, her dressage training will begin.

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║✩ and only their light ignites our hope ✩║
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Personality:
Before you judge, take a look inside Pandora's box...
Reaper is not the Friesian you expect her to be at first glance; well, at least not fully. Reaper is a horse of many contradictions and blurred lines. Often times, she can't seem to figure herself out; she is easily confused by her emotions, and can
never seem to make anything as "black and white" as she'd like it to be. Because of her inability to handle extreme emotions or even multiple emotions at one time, she's found that being antisocial fixes the problem, and will claim that social interactions are "just a meaningless waste of time". She doesn't mean this, of course, she's just afraid of making wrong choices.
Yes, I said afraid.
Reaper's sole driving force is fear; now sure, you'll watch her bolt headfirst into a dark, unknown forest in the middle of a moonless night, but that doesn't mean she isn't scared; she's actually terrified. But she will go out of her way to prove she isn't scared, just because that's who she is. Underneath her bad girl Renegade shell, she's actually quite fearful of the world around her. If she's alone, or in the dark, or around new people and horses, only the tiniest shift in her pupils or swish of her tail betrays her real feelings. Of course if she's asked, she'll either scoff and roll her ruby eyes, or she'll snap at you and immediately insist that she's far above fear, or Charlemagne's favorite, "she doesn't have time for fear".
When you first meet Reaper, you're met with the obnoxious sneer that she's so famous for, along with a clipped greeting and introduction. Usually it simply consists of: "Name's Reaper. Don't forget it." Then she'll usually leave or just ignore you, or if you try to make conversation, she'll scoff and inform you that she's "not here to make friends". Don't let that fool you. In all actuality, she would love to have more friends, but she's paranoid and mistrusting by nature. It takes years of being around her and slowly chipping away at the ice until she lets you in. Even to her closest friends she's very private and secretive, not really sharing much about herself at any given time. Those friends she makes are there for the long haul, though, because even the most determined person or horse will give up if their only goal is to use her. It just takes too long to gain any semblance of trust, and she likes it that way. Once you've hit "friend", though, you see the real Reaper: Family-oriented, calm, loving; competitive, but honest and sincere in everything she does. There's an amazing elegance around her once you've seen the real Reaper, and that's what made Amethyst so determined to give the mare a home.

are you insane like me?
been in pain like me?
call yourself a hurricane
like me?

and all the people say
"you can't wake up,
this is not a dream.
you're part of a machine,
you're not a human being."

I think there's a
flaw in my code;
these voices won't
leave me alone...
Gasoline by Halsey.

a warning to the people,
the good and the evil:
this is war.

it's the moment of truth
and the moment to lie;
the moment to live
and the moment to die-
the moment to fight.

to the right, to the left;
we will fight to the death.
to the edge of the earth-
it's a brave new world,
from the last to the first!
This is War by 30 Seconds to Mars.

✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩
"May your choices
reflect your hopes,
and not your fears."
-Nelson Mandela
✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩

This was a quote that
Charlemagne spoke to Reaper
when she came to the Ranch,
the day they first met.
He is wise for his young age, and
was able to recognize the fear
she tried to conceal in her eyes.
Now, whenever she is afraid,
she repeats this in her mind.

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Extending Webs:
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K H I M A I R A ◦ F R I E S I A N S
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Charlemagne
Charlemagne was the first horse
Reaper met when she came to
Amethyst Ridge. He was assigned to be
her companion, and they grew very
close. Today they are considered
mates, though she denies it. He's
able to read and influence her
emotions easily. She won't say it,
but she adores him, and knows
how he adores her.
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Rowena
Rowena and Reaper have a love-hate
relationship; though they're still friends,
two things cause them to not be close:
(1) Rowena has taken it upon herself
to tame the beast and teach Reaper
proper manners, being a dressage horse
herself; and (2), there is a bit of jealousy
from Rowena, as she had feelings for
Charlemagne but couldn't catch his attention.
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Shaman
Shaman and Reaper are nothing more
than acquaintances, though many
times he has proved to be a great
ally. Currently, he's teaching her
how to control both her fear and
anger through meditating. They
help each other whenever needed,
but usually they only exchange
pleasantries then go on their merry
way. Reaper is fairly unnerved by
his dark eyes, and sometimes
jokingly calls him "Slenderhorse".
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A M E T H Y S T ◦ R I D G E ◦ S T A F F
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Sitala
Sitala is Reaper's main caretaker
and trainer, though she won't be
forever; Sitala stepped up to the
challenge once she was brought
back to the ranch. The Kiamara
loves working with the mare
despite her stubbornness and
attitude, and they've developed a
gentle and supportive relationship.
Under Sita's guidance, Reaper is
flourishing despite her hiccups.
Once fully trained, though, a
permanent competition rider for
Reaper will be selected. But
Sitala will always be around!
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Bayou
Though Bayou is unable to ride such
a high-octane and wild mare, it was
the Kalon who backed Amethyst and
Sitala and pushed to get Reaper
rehomed to Amethyst Ridge. Bayou
visits whenever she's in the area,
and loves getting Sitala's vlog
updates on the Friesian's condition
and training.
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Sans
Normally these two don't cross paths
unless Sans is coming to retrieve
Napstablook, but there is a definite
sense of respect shared between the
male Kalon and the Friesian mare.
They are friendly, though, and
Sans often brings her a treat when
he comes by.
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O T H E R ◦ H O R S E S
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Napstablook
Napsta and Reaper don't often hang
together, due to the Tolter often
being alone with Sans due to his
anxiety, but he and Reaper are
strangely close. It's thought to be
because they endured vaguely similar
circumstances, so the two find solace
there, knowing that they understand
how the other feels without having
to explain in more than a few words.
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M A S S ◦ E F F E C T ◦ C R E W
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Garrus
Garrus and Reaper.... Well, they're
not really friends, per se. Garrus
naturally tends to push people a bit,
and he can be very opinionated. He
doesn't do it to be mean, it's just part
of his character. And especially when
he's joking, he doesn't always know
when to quit. He tends to get on
Reaper's nerves, so they're often
pretty distant. But they can and will
work together come competition,
but as soon as it's over and pleasantries
are done, they go their separate ways.

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Tali
Tali and Reaper, now, are pretty
friendly. Tali herself is very open
and nice, and that reflects in hers
and Reaper's relationship. The SWE
is very strong willed but also very
giving, so she makes a great friend
to Reaper. They don't talk a lot, mind
you, but whenever they get together,
neither seem to notice the massive
size and strength difference. Amethyst
affectionately refers to their friendship
as "girl time".
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║xxlll✩ I do believe in the light ✩xxlll║
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Births and Beginnings:
Before her third birthday, Reaper doesn't remember anything about herself; not her parents, nor where she came from, nor how she came to reside in the moonlit forest she was standing in. She just remember being, nothing more. So on a journey, alone and afraid, she began to walk. One step turned to two, two to four, four to eight... She counted carefully in her mind, red eyes looking around cautiously for any sign of life. She was just beginning to relax at the serene ambience of this nocturnal paradise when a rush of feathers swept by her face; she spooked, rearing and trying to lash out at whatever she thought was attacking her, and she took off. Fear and adrenaline coursing through her veins, she ran for hours until she finally collapsed, thirsty and exhausted. As the adrenaline faded, she slipped off into slumber, though it was far from restful.

Over the next few days she began exploring again, sticking to walking in the day time and sleeping at night under heavy bushes or anywhere she could find some shelter. She began to establish a territory within the forest; the mountains to the north, a farm to the east, an orchard in the south and the distant woods in the west. Within a year, she was self-sufficient and able to fully take care of herself, but she was still afraid, and now she was lonely. She tried making friends with local fauna, but nothing ever stayed in the area long enough, due to either weather, predators, or lack of food. So she had a few passing friendships, but nothing ever lasted. But she was too afraid to move on, to explore new territory or try and find an actual herd of mustangs, so she stayed in her spooky little part of the forest.
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║'✩ hold up your hands towards the sky ✩'║
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First Contact:
There's a special kind of fear that arises when you
can hear your own heart pounding in your ears.

Winter was looming over the tips of the mountains when Reaper decided to risk a trip into the orchard, looking for food. She crept in through a broken part of the fence and made her way through the trees; the beautiful leaves were waning for the year, and the crop had already been picked. But while the apples were not on the trees, they were everyone on the ground; some in barrels, some in crates, others just littered across the soft grass like strange red wildflowers. So, taking advantage of the clear night, she ate her fill, then snuck away, unseen. Over the next two or three days, she repeated this process: Wait until midnight, sneak in, eat herself bloated, then sneak back out. It was a perfect setup- until the orchard owners noticed their crop dwindling.

It was a full moon that fourth night, and Reaper proceeded as planned. She snuck in, made her way towards a conveniently placed basket of apples, reached for one- and was immediately blinded by an intense light. All of a sudden yelling filled the night, voices speaking in strange tones and languages, and she reared, terrified. She tried to run, but blinded by the light she barely managed to stumble her way haphazardly through the trees and out of the fence; in no time she was safe in the shadows of her forest, nursing her aching eyes and the small wounds the apple trees had torn into her hide. She did not return to the orchard that year, and barely survived the winter, even with the help of the travelling deer.

The next year she put her plan into motion again, her hunger overriding her fear of the light and the humans. This time, though, she was much smarter, taking just enough to sustain her, and taking apples from different parts of the orchard each night. For two years, this strategy managed to work, and she survived the winters no worse for wear. But the third year, something changed. The first night she went to the orchard, the humans were waiting. She saw them from the edge of the forest, but these humans were strange. They wore uniforms with shining metal littered across them, mounted on the backs of horses much smaller, much faster, and more agile than her. Once they'd seen each other, she bolted back into the forest, and thanks to her knowledge of the area, she managed to slip away. After that night, more humans came into her forest, hunting her, and each time it got harder and harder to slip away. It was just after the first snow when the humans managed to corner her in a gully, and tried swinging looped ropes at her neck; she was terrified, trembling from cold, exhaustion, and fear. She waited for death, but the moment that rope settled and tightened around her neck, something snapped. Suddenly her body reacted differently, and she found herself charging at the officer that now held her captive, teeth bared and ears pinned. She knocked him and his horse over, tripping in the process, before trying to scramble away. Suddenly another rope caught her neck, and she found herself yanked back from her escape. It hurt her throat, but then there was a third rope, and as the first officer recovered and got back on his horse, she found herself trapped, kicking and squealing at a moving metal box that was taking her away from the only home she's ever known.
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║xx✩ today, the war has been won ✩xx║
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The Trust:
The moment Reaper arrived at the Denver Animal Control, she was thrown into a stall and left; she screamed and paced all night, a horrid sense of deja vu settling like stones in her stomach. It was just like that first night in the forest; she worried and stressed and paced until finally she was too exhausted to stand, and she collapsed in her stall. That was the most rest she'd get for quite a long time.

Two weeks passed of tests and vets and behaviorists; she was healthy, needing just some regular deworming, sound and strong in body, but her attitude is what slapped a big red "x" on her adoptability. She bit or kicked every trainer that tried to help her, broke out of her stall, refused to be led; basically did everything wrong. It got to the point where even the Director got tired of the issues she was causing, and slated her to be euthanized because no other rescue would take her and she could not be adopted out. Of course when the humans talked about it, she had no clue what it meant and didn't care. But when she asked her stallmate, an old grey mare next to her what it meant, she cared. And for the first time in the six months she'd been there, all of the anger and aggression drained from her body, and she was just a terrified three year old again. That night she silently cried herself to sleep; trapped in an unescapable stall, her days now numbered, and all because she was scared. That night, the world lost its color, and even the sky wept for the so called "Demon of the Forest", a name given by the owners of the orchard she'd visited yearly.

The days crawled by, and Reaper huddled in fear at the back of her stall each time a human came close, but she never lashed out like she had previously; the staff noticed this, in particular a young woman named Amber, who snuck out of the building to make a phone call. Within the hour a brunette ranch owner and her husband stepped through the doors of the barn, talking heatedly with the Director. Reaper couldn't understand what they were saying, but she still pressed fearfully into the outside wall, clenching her red eyes shut and waiting for the worst- but nothing happened. "See? She's scared, Tim! Not the hateful beast you make her out to be. She's no demon, she's just a terrified wild mare. Let me see her," the woman said, and then suddenly she was in the stall with Reaper. But she made no move for the mare, just stood at the closed door, talking in sweet, hushed tones. It took two hours, but eventually Reaper began to relax through the fear that gripped her stomach. Suddenly, the woman- Amethyst, she'd heard the other man, Castiel, call her- held out an apple. Reaper's nostrils flared; for the first time in what seemed like forever, she smelled the orchard, and she felt her fear slip away. Six hours of gentle coaxing and plenty of apples later, Reaper found herself in another trailer, and even though she was scared, with this Amethyst human keeping her company in the trailer and gently brushing her coat, she felt at ease. Loved. Like she belonged. For the first time, she could see how bright the future was.
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The Arrival:
The ride to the ranch was short, and soon Reaper found herself being led to one of the greenest pastures she'd ever seen in her life, bordered by beautiful rustic fencing. Amethyst closed the gate behind them and slipped the bay's halter off, and patted her shoulder lovingly. "Play nice with Charlemagne, okay? He'll help you get used to the ranch." And with that, the human left the pasture and disappeared into the nearby barn. Fear rushed back into Reaper's conscious mind, but it also came with a new attitude; play it tough. Be mean and ready to fight. So she puffed out her chest as the mottled stallion approached, and prepared for him to attack her. Instead, all she got was a well-mannered "hello".
Taken by surprise, she scoffed at him and returned a curt "hi", to which the stallion chuckled. "What's so funny?" She huffed.
"You don't have to be scared, you know," Charlemagne responded.
"I don't have time to be scared," she huffed again, irritated that he saw through her façade so easily.
He chuckled again, a soft, but strangely reassuring sound. "Your eyes say different."
In that moment, her defenses crumbled; her ears tilted back, and her head lowered submissively. Her fear was winning over her newly crafted attitude. "T-they do...?"
And suddenly Charlemagne smiled, lighting up the pasture and making her heart skip a beat. "It's no big deal," he said. "Come on, Amethyst must have put you in here with me for a reason. I'll show you around the pasture, and you can get comfortable before the others come back from competition."
"Okay," she said, starting to feel at ease, if only slightly. "So, uh, where are we?"
"This is Amethyst Ridge Ranch," he said, raising his head to point at the seemingly endless pasture land, ending at the mountains to the north. The land was divided into many pastures, and she saw many different breeds and even species enjoying the new spring weather, many of which she'd never seen before. "Don't worry, you'll like it here," Charlemagne said. "I promise."

Wow! This one was amazing. And nicely broken up so i didnt have to face too much of a text wall. Nicely detailed. Stunning art congrats reaper is yours


To everyone else. Your forms were amazing too so much effort went into them and i will see if i can get some sort of runner up prize sorted

[_Wolfgirl_]

Ah, dang it. Oh well

Congrats Spartan! Your form was amazing <3

You can keep the art on my form, just please be sure to credit the artists ^^

And thanks Undyne. A runner up prize would be really amazing and nice!

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_Wolfgirl_ and DauntlealssDivergentC you will both be getting runner up prizes as yor forms were very close to being chosen. Please pm me for more information

[SpartanAmethyst]

Could I be added to her image, please? c: