[hiraeth + hound]

Username: SpartanAmethyst
Show Name: AMRR Alpha Centauri
Call Name: Variks
Gender: Stallion
Discipline: Hunter-Jumper [Amateur]
Eye Color: Amber Galaxy [Amber/Gold/White Heterochromia + white sparkles]
Phenotype: Grullo Frost Twilight Reverse Splash Fewspot Appaloosa with Shimmer
Genotype: aa/Ee/Dd/frfr/TWTW/nSpl/LPLP/nShm
Breeding Notes:
* will always pass Twilight
* will always pass Appaloosa
* Line edits have a 30% chance to pass

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AMRR Alpha Centauri
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the 50s are already destined companions!

Companion:

[hiraeth + hound]

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[ExVenor]

Username: Half Tree
Show Name: A Wyvern's Glittering Heart
Call Name: Sharik
Gender: Stallion
Discipline: Halter [Amateur]
Creation:
.....The stallion had been travelling with a large merchant caravan, him being a part of the stock going to market, when a lone rider had appeared ahead of them. Their horse was lame and the friendly merchants stopped to barter, trading his lame horse and some gold for a sound animal. They never wondered how a scruffy looking individual came across so much gold, business was business after all. After, the stranger had ridden off to wherever he had been heading and they didn’t seem him again for a number of days.

.....During these few days of peace Sharik formed a bond with the lamed gelding, his stallion brain urging him to protect the small herd of mares and geldings travelling at the back on the procession. He often trailed back to walk next to the slower horse and they kept each other company. Even when it was Sharik’s day to relieve some of the horses being ridden his rider would be assigned the back of the group to keep the two horses happy.

.....It was this companionship that saved Sharik’s life when bandits fell upon the slow moving line of wagons in the early morning. The man who had sold them the horse earlier was leading the charge in mail armour brandishing a lethal war-hammer. The hired guards quickly drew weapons to respond but were outnumbered 2 to 1. The screaming and clang of metal on metal had the animals with the caravan going mad, once the smell of blood started spreading through the air horses started making a break for it.The herdsman tried their best to round up the crazed animals but many managed to split away breaking through the magic barriers meant to keep them from wandering.

.....Sharik’s group was one of the last to break but quickly sprinted to join the other herd. Him and the gelding also followed at a slower pace, sprinting at first as the fear wiped away any thought of lameness. The echoes of scream and acrid smell of something burning trailed behind them. The band of horses kept moving until they reached the quiet of the forest and they all grouped up to rest.

.....The next morning started with high tension as the three stallions, who had all travelled in separate areas of the caravan, met in challenge over the combined herd of mares and geldings. Sharik fought the black, and the red stallions but he could not win. His bright colours and kingly demeanor had them turning on him in unison, kicking and biting in tandem, until he gave up. He runs as they chase him but they soon remember each other and this beaten challenger is forgotten. The lame gelding slips away to follow his friend into the darker reaches of the forest.

.....When Sharik realizes he is being followed he stops to see what was behind him, making pleased noises when he sees his brown companion slowly trailing behind. Once they’ve greeted each other properly they continue walking, stopping at times to drink from brooks and eat what patches of grass they find. This comfort lasts for only a brief time when on the second day wolves find them. Sharik’s cuts from his battle with the other stallions left an enticing trail for the hungry predators. They had already found the larger herd but those were healthy animals on the way to the market with vigilant stallions at their back. This pairing, however, is only two and one with an obvious limp making easier prey if they split him away from his guardian.

.....Sharik is the first to smell the wolves, and does his best to scare them off. Charging, stomping, squealing challenges, anything that might make them leave. The little gelding even joins in the attempt at intimidation, even as his eyes flash white in fear. The wolves are smart though, with 5 wolves strong they divide and conquer. Two flash their teeth and go after the glittering stallion while the other three go for the kill. The gelding bolts and the stallion follows close behind kicking at the wolves dogging their heels.

.....In the end his gelding cannot keep up the pace pulling up quickly and holding his leg above the ground. As much as Sharik tries to keep him safe his crowding into the slightly smaller horse has him stumbling, without being able to put pressure on his lamed front leg the brown horse falls to his knees. The wolves waste no time tearing at him not being able to help anymore the young Sharik turns and runs two wolves chase him for a time but eventually turn back to the warm meal behind them.

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.....The air was cold and crisp as the shimmering stallion picked his way over the rocks towards the little waterfall hidden on the edge of a mountain valley. His usually pristine white coat is smeared in dirt and blood. The twigs and leaves twined into his mane and tail complete the look of utter dishevelment. His muscles quiver in exhaustion even as his ears swivel constantly for every little sound in the woods around him.

.....He is alone for the first time in his life and he is as nervous as a pigeon with a hawk nearby. The stallion pauses on the edge of the water to take a drink, before walking further into the clear pool. The water is cold but comforting to his tired body, and he moves forward until the water is up to his belly. A sigh escapes him as soaks, the mud swirls in the water around him as it is washed away from his legs. He doesn’t stay standing for too long instead heading towards the waterfall where some long grass is growing out of the rocks. He avoids going too close the the crashing water but the spray and mist still help in washing away the blood and dried mud on his back. It is the sudden sound of panting and nails scraping rock that has him wheeling around, but it isn’t a wolf that meets his startled gaze...

[HowlingHooves]

Username: HowlingHooves
Show Name: Solas Ama
Call Name: Réaltra
Gender: Stallion
Discipline: Endurance [Amateur]
Creation:
The Stallion of the Void
In the beginning there was the vast, cold emptiness. Dark and without sound, without warmth or comfort, a simple void without end. But slowly, the vastness grew to hold bright and beautiful flashes of heat, some more intense than others; they all had a purpose as time moved forward, however, and that purpose was to bring to life a wondrous and wise mind. To offer warmth that could be spread, stars that could be seen speckling the vast blackness of the void.

And with that offering of warmth and beauty a creature was granted form and life, heart beating as the stars formed and died, legs strong but delicate on hooves as hard as the strongest of rocks that the galaxies threw across to one another. But silent the creature was, eyes dim even in life, no interest garnered as he was bade to traverse the no longer void. Alone, that was what the creature felt. Stars to act as guides, their warmth familiar but leaving him wanting more, wishing for touch as the creature could touch, for breath as the creature could breath, a heart beating as firmly as what was inside the being.

And so, folding legs beneath body, the creature of starlight and warm galaxies fell into slumber. Eyes that were dull remained closed for eons, and as the eons passed by, the being of leg and body, of heart and dull eyes changed while slumber still held tight. The stars became brighter, planets formed, and finally, the creature awoke to foreign feeling within.

Soon it recognized the differences within itself; no longer was it a creature, no longer did he feel as though he were simply starlight gathered and given life; he was a male, a great being with the power to bend things to his will! Someone who could move across galaxies and gather the stars together! Take them and leave them as he wished!

His eyes were so bright, but with the arrogance of youth he had not felt before sleeping. His heart pumped with a fervor and a want to find others, to create others even! And he did just that. He pulled stardust together, warmth and color, gave it life from his own heart of hearts. And the creatures he created were set down on planets in the vastness of the void, some with others, some with their own similar creations.

And the male watches, gleefully, as they grew and evolved and became more. As they raised young of their own. But he heard some calling to him, voices praising him as a god when he would touch down on the planets they thrived on, others angry or sad when they spotted him. One in particular, however, left I’m with nothing but rage pumping through his veins, his multitude of colors growing hot white and red and gold and orange like the fires of the stars.

And when he lashed his hooves against the surface of the planet, it cracked through to its core. Another lash and another crack, his voice bellowed and the winds howled, his tail slashed the air and the seas of the planet raged. And after his anger faded, his rage settled, it had been several years that the planet had suffered. And it was no more.

With eyes looking out over the devastation, his body slumped as he wailed, a father now facing the first realization of mistakes he could never take back. Tears welled up and over, his eyes cooling in his sorrow from the raging inferno of red, becoming the coldest of purples and blues, following after the galaxies that whispered to him from the farthest of reaches.

Falling to the torn and scorched ground, he did the only thing he could do with the sorrow that clutches at his heart; once more he slept.

And again he awoke, sadness pulling less harshly at him; all around the planet was in a state of regrowth. He was in awe this time, and though he hadn’t slept as long as his first descent into the quiet of his mind, this time he felt joy flooding his body at the sight around him.

And a cacophony of voices rose in his mind, each begging for attention and leaving him worried, eyes shifting through color after color as he listened to the cries of his creations. Most of all that he heard, a name reached his mind.

Solas Ama.

As he listened, eyes closing as information came to him with each voice and mind, knowledge fell into place during his slumber he had missed. Brighter of life, of light and warmth, traveler of the stars, stallion of galaxies, king of the void and time… Solas Ama, Light of Time.

One voice tugged at him sharper than the rest, and he was compelled to find them. So Solas Ama traveled the galaxies that had given him life, moving from planet to planet, amongst the stars as he sought out his own creation. And when he found them, his heart broke as he saw a woman weeping over earth freshly disturbed, a stone with writing he did not recognize… her words seemed to cause confusion to some around her, but his ears could make out each syllable without trouble.

“Oh please, Solas Ama, give back my son! Return my son! Please, Solas Ama!”

Descending to the planet, hooves touching softly along the grasses covering its surface, he stood at the back of the group. He watched as they slowly dispersed until only the weeping woman remained. The sunlight above had begun to bleed into the darkness of his home, stars flickering faintly in the dying light. Eventually the woman rose to her feet, face wet from her tears and looking as forlorn as Solas Ama had felt upon seeing the destruction he had wrought on his own children.

As he stood strong she turned, and she was startled to see him. But after another moment she was on the ground, babbling to him in a rush he was unable to make out. But he understood her meaning, and his heart squeezed tight as he moved to her. He bade her to ris, and she did with fear and worry emanating from her. Her eyes kept shifting to his coat, vibrant in silvers and blacks with his own worry, before he settled his emotions, his coat following as it became a sunrise of purple and pink, stars scattered all about him like the void above.

It took only a look before he turned, the woman soon climbing atop his back; he could not bring back what had perished, but he could ease this woman’s heartache by granting her the gift he himself had been granted eons before. Taking off into the void quickly, the woman startled before she settled, both dashed among the stars, fears drifting and sorrow fading, companionship steadfast between them.

Eventually though, the woman grew weary of traveling with Solas Ama. And, unknown to the male, she soon began forming a being of her own. Doing what he could not, creating a monster out of the stardust and the pieces of the galaxy she could sneak without notice. And when she had finished, when she had thought she could finally bring back the son she had lost, Solas Ama was faced with an abomination standing over the mother now gone from his grasp.

It turned to him, eyes full of a heated hunger for destruction, body shimmering with the power stolen from the void. Only one thing entered his mind, and Solas Ama acted on the thought with worry for the entirely of his creations in mind.

For days the galaxies and stars were brightened by the raging battle between the abomination and the stallion of the void, flashes of fire and booming impacts as they fought from one galaxy to another leaving the inhabitants of the planets watching in awe or fear. And when they finally ceased, so long after the death of the woman he had brought to the void with him, Solas Ama fell to the earth of the closest planet.

When he rose there was a crowd gathered, a susurrus of noise assaulting him before he rose onto shaking legs. Never before had he felt so tired, nor so pained in his physical body. Turning his head on his neck, the stallion of the void saw the colors that had been bleached from his coat, leaving nothing behind but a stark white in its place. But he was too tired to care that the galaxy that once draped over his body was no longer whole, too agonized to find himself bothered by the unchanging colors of what did remain of his neck, legs and underside.

Eyes looking away from himself and to those around him, Solas Ama dipped his head when they all remained, frozen in their places as they grew silent. “Move aside! Help him up from there!” Someone shouted out quickly, and suddenly Solas Ama felt the hands of his creations atop his coat, their touch not sharp against the bleached scars of his coat, nor painful or burning as the abominations had felt. They were warm, but gentle in the firmness they offered as they guided him out of the indentation he had left beneath him.

And they were unafraid when they stood around him on solid ground, one even offering a bucket full of water to him. Never before had he needed to consume anything, but as he looked at it his throat was as parched as the sands of the desert. Solas Ama drank deeply until he drained the bucket, dipping his head in thanks before he looked up to the bright sky above. But it did not call to him, the stars and the galaxies above silent, the voices of his creations still within his mind when he closed his eyes.

And the realization came to him like a hammer against stone.

His voice was sharp as he called to the stars, denial of the situation falling over him heavily. But as his strength returned in the coming days, his voice rising each night and each morning, Solas Ama soon wept as he ran across the ground below him, never tiring but never able to leave its solidity behind him. The abomination had taken a piece of him in their battle, had left him stranded on this planet with his creations. And the loss of connection he felt to the void was a terrible weight upon his shoulders.

“But mama! What happened to him?” A child whined from where he sat up in his bed, wide eyes staring after his mother as she rose and flipped the light off, returning to kiss her son and tuck him in for the night.

“Well, I don’t really know what happened to him. Some people say he just travels the planet, some say he isolated himself somewhere in those mountains you see when you head off to school. I’ve never seen him, though. You’d have to ask your grandfather when you see him next.”

The child pouted, clearly displeased with the answer he was given, but parent and child bid each other a goodnight. But laying in bed, staring at the stars outside his window, the boy wondered until his eyes drooped what became of Solas Ama. Was there truth to the legend of the stallion of the void, did Solas Ama really exist somewhere? And if he did, would he appear to people as he did in the end of the story, with the stars broken from his coat by the battle with the abomination?

Just as the boy fell to his dreams, he smiled as he promised the stars he would try to find their friend.
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[SpartanAmethyst]

Username: SpartanAmethyst
Show Name: AMRR Alpha Centauri
Call Name: Variks
Gender: Stallion
Discipline: Hunter-Jumper [Amateur]

Creation:
I met you once upon a dream, where stars broke the inky blackness and the ground was marked by a twilight fog.

You were racing between invisible shadows, appearing and disappearing through the thick mist. I could see the unbridled joy in your fiery eyes, the way you smiled with excitement, how your panting sounded almost like you were laughing. I watched you from a distance, at first; I remember nervously shifting on my hooves, wanting to come forward and meet you, to join in your merrymaking, but I was too scared. In this realm I didn't have my human to guide me, nor my dam to encourage me. I was left alone to fend for myself for the first time; but I wasn't totally alone, I thought, as I watched my perfect doppelganger run through the dark as if he hadn't a care in the world.

Time seemed to drag on, and I wondered how long it would be until I woke up. I briefly contemplated trying to stir myself away from this dark place, but then you looked at me with those big, curious eyes, and I froze. I spent all of my time concerned about what I would say to you when I approached, but I never considered what would have happened if you noticed me first. A strange mix of horror, anxiety, and excitement ran rampant through my stomach as you had suddenly turned and bounded up to me, tail wagging and ears alert. I turned slightly to the side and took a step forward, body screaming to bolt and get away from what would probably be a horribly awkward meeting. But to my surprise, it wasn't. You were so bright and full of life; you pulled me into a conversation with no effort, and within minutes, I was racing the fog too, chasing the little lights that looked like fireflies.

We ran and jumped and played for hours; I'd never felt anything like this before. Growing up as the only foal of the season, I never had a playmate, and of course my dam could only play so much. All I'd had was my human girl, and she couldn't play the way I wanted to. So by the time we stopped to rest, I was exhausted and completely satisfied. But all good things must come to an end, and I was suddenly wrenched from the dream world by the sound of my stable doors opening. The sun was too bright, I quietly lamented, now used to the darkness of the other realm, but I'd never been more ready to train, work, and get back to sleep.

That night as I slept, I met you again in the realm of night. I was the one to gallop closer, and again we played, ran, chased, leapt... Then we talked. When we laid down to rest, we talked about our names, where we lived, our hopes and ambitions. I learned that you lived in the city just a few miles southwest, just across an expanse of desert. I told you about the stables where I lived, about being the only Malik in my stable with the color I had, about being painfully different from everyone else. You said you understood, that you were a stray the loved his life on the streets, even though it was hard, and you'd never found another canine that looked even remotely similar to you. We laughed, then, that we looked exactly like one another, down to every marking and color on our bodies.

Nervously, I blurted out an invitation to come live at my stable, and you'd looked at me a little strangely, but then thanked me. You never accepted or declined, and I didn't mention it again.

We fell into a pattern then; at night we would meet in the other realm and play, talk, and spend time together, but during the day we'd return to our separate lives. I never knew what you did during the day, but I told you about my training and my coming competitions. Weeks passed like this, and between you and my human, I was happy. One night, though, you didn't appear. I waited in the darkness, hoping you were just late, or playing a joke on me, but you never emerged from the fog. The next night was the same, and the night after that. I began to worry, struggling to sleep and focus on my jumping. I stumbled, knocked rails, couldn't remember commands...

I'd just been put out to pasture early when I heard your voice. I thought I was going insane. But then my eyes caught movement under the pasture fence, and it was you! You were real! I raced up to you, tail flying like a victory banner, and we ran, chased, and played the rest of the afternoon. You stayed in my stall that night, and before we slept, we talked. You told me about how you changed your mind, and had gotten tired of scavenging for food and being homeless. And the reason you'd disappeared is that you'd been travelling, and unable to sleep well in the dry grit of the desert. You'd fallen to sleep quickly, then, and I'd joined you shortly after.

The next day, I jumped better than I ever had, and all of my trainers were extremely impressed. So impressed, in fact, that they decided to let you stay as my official companion. You were tested and found to be a pureblood, and with some digging, they were able to register you, prove your lineage, and register you with the Hissan association. You had papers too, and started your own training. Affectionately, the stable began to call us the Nightstalkers, and under that name we began to travel and compete.

[denja]

Username: denja
Show Name: true colours
Call Name: leliel
Gender: male
Discipline: dressage [Amateur]
Creation: click
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apologies for size/sketchiness, i don't have computer access so i had to upload from my phone.

[what the hecky]

Username:
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Gender:
Discipline: --- [Amateur]
Creation:

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[Neah]

Username: Neah Walker
Show Name:
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Gender:
Discipline: --- [Amateur]
Creation:

res

[Ms.Shine]

Username: Ms.Shine
Show Name: Golden Laced Wonder
Call Name: Réaltra
Gender: Stallion
Discipline: --- [Amateur]
Creation:

[Nocsokol]

Username: Hawksky
Show Name: ضوء بالطاقة الشمسية(daw' bialtaaqat alshamsia)
Call Name: شمسي(Shamsi)
Gender: Stallion
Discipline: Liberty Class [Amateur]
Creation:
Please help, what is this horror i drew late last night. rip