[|Shyba|]

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[dea invidia.]

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Artist is Johfra Bosschart

Owner
ICED-OVER

Show Name
Sent From Above

Barn Name
Saviour

Gender
Stallion

Age
13 Years Old

Halter color
Keep

Pearl/jewel color (halter)
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[Me?Sarcastic?]

Owner: Me?Sarcastic?
Show Name: Upon the Wings of an Angel
Barn Name: Zephyrus (one of Zeus's chariot horses)
Gender: Stallion
Age: Immortal
Halter color: Keep <3
Pearl/jewel color (halter): Keep <3
Picture: Here
Personality: Firstly, Zephyrus is a very practical stallion. He does what needs to be done and doesn't like to sit idly by. He rarely complains about doing anything asked of him and believes in taking full responsibility for your actions. Rarely will he let anyone get away with anything. He's also very down-to-earth, not letting any attention he get go to his head.
Secondly, Zephyrus is very sarcastic and truthful. He will tell you how it is, harsh or not as he thinks that is the best way, and expects you to do the same to him. He likes to tease and make fun of his fellow horses, but rarely means harm to anyone. Honestly, the more he teases you, the more he probably likes you. However, Zephyrus is not the most social person. He's is a very quiet, perceptive stallion. He'd rather watch and listen then talk. He hates being the center of attention and tries to avoid it at all times. It can be hard to try and talk to Zephyrus as he'll just sit, listen and barely respond.

However, this can be good sometimes as he's always someone you can just rant to if you need it. When he does speak though, he actually has some very interesting thoughts. Zephyrus is also a sweet stallion. He loves all his herd mates dearly (maybe more than others) and actually enjoys spending time with them, even if he seems like an introvert. He's very gentlemanly and an excellent runner because of his build.
Along with all these good things however, Zephyrus is a bit stoic, having trouble showing his feelings. He doesn't like to speak about himself which can make others suspicious of him and it also gives him an air of coldness. He is also a complete workaholic. He never takes a break. Finally, he's not very easy to be in a relationship with because he has a nasty habit of keeping secrets when they ought not to be kept and he's not someone to gush over with feelings so it can seem he doesn't care when he really does.
Theme Song: Fix you by Coldplay.
History: Zephyrus was always destined for a great life. His Dam was a chariot horse of Zeus, his Sire was the famous Pegasus. His entire life was extremely easy and cushy. Everyone loved him and wanted to be near him because he absolutely radiated peace and serenity. No one ever wanted to anger him, and gave him everything he could ever want, but he didn't let it go to his head. In fact, he wished someone would oppose him once in a while. Everyone adored him. No one ever snipped at him. He felt like he was constantly being babied,

and he got tired of it really quickly. All he wanted was peace and quiet (ironic much?), but he was always crowded around the minute he stepped outside his stall.

His parents seemed to sense this, especially his Dam. She went to Zeus about it. "Please, my Lord, we must do something. He can barely set one foot outside without being mobbed. We need to get him out of Olympus." She pleaded. "Very well, although I will miss his evening walks through my palace. Hypnosus himself couldn't make me any more relaxed."
"My Lord."
"Right, sorry. I have a brilliant idea. Send of Ares and that personification of War."
"Aithon? You want AITHON? Here?"
"Yes, yes. Go fetch them. In fact, just call a Concil meeting. There's a few other matters to discuss."

When Zephyrus was told by his mother that he was to attend a Council meeting, he was less than pleased. That meant he was going to be swarmed with horses and Gods alike, all wanting to touch him or get a blessing. He tried to talk his Dam into letting him stay home, but she was being oddly firm about this one. Usually, she'd give up on trying to get him out and about

after a few minutes, but she wouldn't give in this time. So, gloomily, Zephyrus trudged to the Council Hall, and, as he suspected, was immediately surrounded by horses. He could barely even see the entrance through which the other Olympians came, but he did catch a glimpse of something red pass through.

Only a moment later, a large, muscular stallion burst through the crowd. Everyone seemed to instinctively move away from this stallion, and Zephyrus found out why very quickly. He was an intimidatingly handsome stallion, who looked to be about a year younger than the angelic stallion. He was stunning with a black and red coat fiery coat, two curled horns like a ram, and what made Zephyrus most interested: a living coat. But this stallion's living horse wasn't serene like his. It was a horrible winged demon that, when you looked at it, gave you images of bloody, gory battles and all the unspeakable gruesomeness of war. It was so terrifying, addictingly so for Zephyrus, who had never even been a drop scared before. For a moment, Zephyrus couldn't move, but it was really only in wonderment than in fear. It was so new, and strange, and cool! Suddenly, the the magic was broken when the fiery stallion spoke. "Hey, idiot, your coat almost caused me to release War. So, if you value your precious peace, that can not happen again." He shouted at Zephyrus. The stallion looked at him with confusion. He hadn't expected to hear someone be so outrightly rude.

That just didn't happen to him usually. "Im so sorry about that. I'll try not to let my wonderful-ness overwhelm you again. Who are you?" He asked, with a bit of sarcasm. Aithon sneered, walking up to the golden stallion menacingly. The others moved back, scared, but curious. That gave Zephyrus a slight sense of awe. He wished he could make people run in the opposite direction when he walked.
"I'm the personification of War, the one that keeps your happy, peaceful self safe." The flame-like stallion replied snarkily. That jarred his memory. He was told about this guy before! He knew he was supposed to be arrogant, but he hadn't known what that truly sounded like, and he wasn't about to let the stallion get away with it.
"Ah. I've heard about you. Aithon, the one with anger issues, right?" He shot back.
"And you are?"
"Zephyrus. Son of Pegasus and the personification of Peace and Hope." He pronounced with pride.
"Oh, so your Mr. Feel-good." The two stallions stared at each other, daggers shooting from their gazes. Never had Zephyrus been challenged like this. He loved it, but he also hated how arrogant this...this Aithon was. Who did he think he was? He did have to admit, however, that he enjoyed the weird feeling he got off the stallion, and the fact that he could ward off others just by moving. Suddenly,the gong sounded, meaning the beginning of the Council Meeting.

The two stallions parted to their respective sides of the room, but continued to glare at each other. However, both looked at Zeus when he called their names loudly. "Did either of you hear me?" He asked.
"My apologies, you Majesty, but I'm afraid-"
"No." Zephyrus shot Aithon a warning glance. Unless you wanted a thunderbolt to the face, you did NOT talk to Zeus that way. The Lord of the Sky sighed, mumbling something under his breath before continuing. "Well, if you would stop glaring at each other for a second, I have a very important assignment for each of you." This truly caught the stallions' attentions. They looked up at the God with interest. "With Ares's consent, I have decided to have Zephyrus monitor and watch over Aithon at all times. You will both live together on earth until Aithon has confidently overcome his demon."
Bu- "Bu-"
"There's no use arguing. The decision is final!"
Closest Friend: Aithon. Over time, these two learn to appreciate each other. They're like fire and ice, they balance each other perfectly. Aithon's battle on War gives Zephyrus something to do, and his ora feels so refreshing compared to everyone else around. Neither would ever admit it, but they care deeply about the other and would do anything to protect their other half.
Least Liked Herd Mate: Deliquese. He finds her exceedingly complain-y and prima donna-like behavior extremely annoying. She always wants to be the center of attention, but not in a amusing way like Aithon.

She's always whining and constantly talks his ear off. He wishes she'd just shut up once in a while.

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Owner: Manufactured
Show Name: IWA Softly Spoken
Barn Name: Izzare
Gender: Stallion
Age: 10 years
Halter color: keep
Pearl/jewel color (halter): keep
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[iStarz & Everly]

Owner: iStarz
Show Name: ÇwÇ All The King's Horses
Barn Name: King
Gender: Stallion
Age: 19
Halter color: Golden Orange
Pearl/jewel color (halter): Silver
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[Vivalandar]

    Owner: SketchingDragons
    Show Name: They Came From Above
    Barn Name: Abaddon
    Gender: Stallion
    Age: 8
    Halter color: Peach
    Pearl/jewel color (halter): Gold
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[magicdragon]

Owner:Magicdragon
Show Name:Dawns early light
Barn Name:Angel
Gender: Stallion
Age:10
Halter color:Gold
Pearl/jewel color (halter):Silver
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[Nikki6Ashba]

➳ Owner:Nikki6Ashba
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What's more holy than a horse god right?

[paradise,]

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Personality Traits: Deceptive, Pessimistic,
Detached, Impersonal, Intelligent, Insidious,
Haughty, Sardonic, Sometimes has a Conscious
First Impression: Forward, Charming, &
Changes Attitude Depending on Individual
Thoughts on Love: "Only ignorant fools
can fall into the lies of love."
Theme Song: wip

Owner: paradise,
Show Name: Iridescent Eyes Hide Lies
Barn Name: Eren (meaning saint, holy person)
Gender: Stallion
Age: Appears 13 Years, Actual Age is Unknown
Halter Color: Glowing Gold
Pearl/Jewel Color (Halter): Light Blue
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[violynnights]

Owner: PuppygirlWillow
Show Name: The Prince of Peace
Barn Name: Prince
Gender: Stallion
Age: 8
Halter color: Same as it is now
Pearl/jewel color (halter): Same as it is now

As the ground shakes,
While the leaves scatter,
The holy horse rejoices in his strength.

Personality:
Prince is the calmest and gentlest Khimaira in the whole history of Willow Park. The beautiful, gold unicorn is the first to be discovered, and befitting his royal lineage, he is as talented as an equine can get. He, like the others of his kind, is widely believed to bring good luck upon those who treat him well, but the staff at the Park just know he is a horse like any other. A special one, to be sure, but a gentle giant if ever there was one. He is a friend to all of the horses, no matter how contrary they are in general, a true leader within the herd. Willing to work when it is required, he is honest and loyal, and will not step astray.

The Making of a Prince
A look into the story of the pegacorn on Prince's shoulder.
Mikael surveyed the world below him and felt a deep contentment. His beloved horses and all their cousins were surviving, thriving and enjoying the life given to them on the earthly plane. His direct sons and daughters ruled and took care of their fellows,
never wavering or complaining, always willing to do what needed to be done. As the winged unicorn watched the world below, he noticed the smallest of horses, a young palomino colt, wandering aimlessly in a field a long way from any home, distressed and crying for his mother. Seeing that none of his children were near, The Lord of all Horses decided that he would have to take matters into his own hands.

The young colt, named Prince, would remember what happened next for the rest of his life and would come to know and love Lord Mikael like his own sire. As he was wandering through a field, tinged with gold from the barley that filled it, lost and alone,
the sky in front of him tore in two. There would be no other way to describe it. Clouds parted, a gold light filled the sky, lighting up the field, and it was suddenly so bright that the young colt had to stop, trembling in fear and a curiosity he could not explain. As a noise entered his mind, a calm tone like nothing he had heard before, he settled, feeling a strange sense of calm.

From these clouds, framed by sunbeams that could have been coming from the Lord himself, Mikael strode from the sky, wings beating and horn flashing, a fierce kindness in his eye, powerful and wise. He landed without falter on the hard ground and spoke softly to the foal in front of him, a sound like warm honey. "Do not fear me, little colt. I am Mikael, Lord of all Horses, and I have come to help you."

Prince could not believe what was happening. From the golden wings of the giant horse in front of him to the almost black horn that sprung from his forehead, Mikael was everything majestic about the equines of the world, the personification of everything that made horses and their cousins the amazing creatures that they are. And here was this noble creature, talking to him! With a small voice, awed and amazed, the colt responded, his light eyes rising to meet Mikael's, a sign of confidence if ever there was one.
"My Lord, I am lost, and I cannot find my way home, or my mother. Can you help me?"

A deep sadness filled the Lord, and Mikael lowered himself momentarily to the ground, folding his wings along his back and coming down to the level of the foal. "I am sorry, little one. Your mother and home are gone."

With a momentary lapse in his demeanour, Prince let out a small noise of sadness, but deep down, he had already known. Holding his head up, his heart beating faster than he could have thought possible, the palomino nodded in understanding and spoke in now,
an even smaller voice. "What do I do now, Lord Mikael?"

Standing back up, Mikael bowed his noble head, and watched the foal for a moment, taking in the whole, small being in front of him. As if coming to a decision, he nodded, and lowered his horn to the colt's forehead. Prince almost jumped back, but stopped himself, a courage rising in his he had never known before. His legs were growing, his mane lengthening, his flanks widening. In almost a moment, the young colt had grown to his adult size, if not taller, three, beautiful long horns on his face, an art on his coat unlike anything the world had seen before. A mark of his noble re-birth. His coat shimmered the gold around him, the barley lit up by the clouds opening again, a light descending from the heavens. Mikael stepped back and spoke, his deep voice proud. "Go into the world, my child, and commit to my golden rule- do unto others as you would have them do unto you. You will know what to do. If you need help, call upon me, and I will come."

With one mighty sweep of his wings, the Lord of Horses rose into the sky, prancing for one moment against the clouds, a picture of nobility and strength, the glory of equine.

Prince never forgot that day, nor would he ever, the image of Mikael on his side, a reminder of hope to all who would need it, young colts and their mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers alike.