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This guy is so strange but I love him. To win him, tell me the story of how he proved himself in battle to get his mane cropped! Feel free to fancy up the form, and please post a minimum of 250 words. This will end after five completed forms, or in 72 hours, whichever comes first! c:

Username: Desmond
Show Name: The General
Barn Name: Chief
Gender: Stallion
Height: 18.2 hands

Sire: Foundation
Dam: Foundation

Phenotype: Seal Brown Tovero
Genotype: Ee | Ata | Tt | Oo
Eye Color: Ocean's Depths
Breeding Notes:
• Cannot be bred to another overo carrier due to lethal white syndrome.

[HowlingHooves]

Username: HowlingHooves
Show Name: Skryť Zviera
Barn Name: Lovec
Story:
The nights were long for horse and rider, padded armor to keep mount warm while his sturdy legs held up the weight of the full mail armor and hefty weapons strapped to his saddle. His rider was tired, cold in the darkness Lovec knew, but while the man above drifted off, Lovec remained steadfastly alert for the both of them. Barely out of training, fresh from the stables he had been taught of war and waging it, Lovec would not allow his rider to fall to the behemoths that they were tasked with keeping at bay.

But as the night dragged on he, too, grew weary of the cold and nothing that didn’t stir along their piece of the border. And as his eyes fell shut alongside the warrior on his back, hips shifting as he relaxed just enough, Lovec was in a doze before he could stop himself.

But the warrior was startled awake with a snort, a pulling on Lovec’s reins pulling him from his dreaming firmly as well. Yipping and growling came from the trees some hundred meters ahead of them, and as Lovec stared on at the trees and brush the many eyes gleaming fiercely back pushed panic into his mind. But he was spurred forward by his rider, and he did not hesitate to obey. Lovec did not flinch when a spear was pulled and thrown into the dire wolves that snarled and snapped angrily where they emerged, did not flinch as one was felled and another spear was tossed, only to miss and spur the anger of the wolves. And Lovec did not hesitate to slam into the pack, tearing up at last moment to strike out with his sharp, heavy hooves; he felt an odd surge in his body when his strokes met targest too slow to escape.

He fought with his warrior, sword flashing alongside hooves, but when Lovec went right and his rider went left the stallion noticed some moments after the weightlessness he now moved with. But instead of turning and fleeing, as every instinct in him screamed to do just that, Lovec dug deep with his training and bowled through the remaining wolves that had converged on the grounded man. And after the fight had ended, with three wolves fleeing and the others no longer a worry, Lovec met his warrior rider with a gentle rumbling. Hands were at the sides of his face, slipping beneath the strappings of his bridle, and his forehead pressed against Lovec gratefully. “You’ve shows more worth than many, Lovec. Come morning, you earned what your sire earned.” The man whispered to him, breath heavy but voice entirely thankful.
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[violynnights]

Username: PuppygirlWillow

Show Name: Of Dignity And Power
Barn Name: Oliver

Story:
Oliver looked around the battlefield, downcast and exhausted, covered in mud, blood and dirt. The battle raged on in the distance, the hurricane of horror having already passed over Oliver and his comrades, clouds dark and looming above them. With a heavy heart, he realised that their herd was losing. They had come to the battle to defend their borders from the nomadic tribes that had banded together, attacking the edges of the herd and pillaging the outlying districts. The fight had been fierce, and the ferocity of their opponents outweighed the number of their own side. Many of his friends lay around him, never to rise again.

It was in that lowest moment, that he looked down, and lying there, on the churned up ground was his best friend's battleaxe. His deep blue eyes flashed, and he felt the surge of strength and resolution that would lead to his finest moment. Picking up the weapon, giving a small salute of his head in respect, he gave a great roaring neigh to the sky, just as lightning flashed through the sky.

And with that, he galloped headlong into the fray, running through the fallen around him, calling to each and every member of his herd to join him. Wounded horses dragged themselves to their feet, helping each other up and joining the charge of the handsome stallion. Those still fighting pulled off and regrouped behind him, their vigour and determination renewed.

And that day, the battle was won. They lost many, but Oliver had taken his first step towards his destiny, and an additional honour. He was made a Commander of the standing army and was integral to the years of peace that followed. He had more than earned his crop.

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[Inkeyu]

Epic story coming soon!!!

[Desmond]

Username: Desmond
Show Name: The General
Barn Name: Chief
Story:

There were many brave men on the field -- some still fighting, but many dead or dying all around them. Chief's master, the general of whatever his side was on, was still laying orders while his arrows flew and his saber sang through the air. Who knew who was winning -- and did it really matter? Because it seemed as though all sides lost, judging by the ones who could no longer raise a weapon.

The battle had been going for hours - days? It was hard to track time by anything more than exhaustion, but adrenaline made even that unreliable. Chief himself had a few injuries, but nothing he couldn't bear as he fought through the masses, bearing his rider as smoothly and quickly as possible without becoming so erratic that he would become distracting. He didn't need to be concerned with his steed so much as he needed to watch out for his life.

One errant move was all it took, though.

He had paused to avoid a boulder that had appeared through the smoke of the fires, an obstacle that even Chief’s quick footwork couldn’t handle. He wheeled around, determined to keep moving -- but not quick enough.

One of the enemy’s arrows finally landed. Chief’s human, his beloved master, slumped into the saddle, muttering curses as he tried to make himself a smaller target, and to secure his own weight in case he passed out. “Go, Chief,” he commanded, “Get me outta here before our troops see.”

Chief nickered softly, ears flicking back once in acknowledgement before pointing straight forward, and he charged toward the edge of the fire line, a mere blur to anyone who could catch sight of them. For one side or the other to see the wounded leader would be devastating for their side; their own troops would be disheartened, their enemies would become emboldened. The trees, singed as they were, would cover them until they could get to a medical camp, so long as no one was hunting deserters or bow-snipers in the undergrowth.

They were lucky.

By the time Chief reached a camp, the leader was completely unconscious, held into the saddle by the reins, his boots, and a piece of leather that strapped his free hand to the horn, a precaution he’d probably taken as he urged the big stallion to escape. They performed the procedure merely feet away from where they took him down, as Chief himself stood guard, hoping he’d made it in time. Even after the doctors and nurses had cleared, he refused to budge.

It was nightfall by the time the leader finally awoke, to the victory cry of their battle horns. Smiling slightly to himself, he looked over to Chief and raised a hand to pat his wide, warm nose.

“Atta boy, soldier. Thank you.”

[chemical.]

Ahhhhhh you guys! I had such an incredibly difficult time judging this one that I actually had to just break down and use a randomizer xD.

Said randomizer has declared that the winner of this boyo is Desmond! Although, since I loved all three entries so very much, I will be making RUs for both Willow and Hooves! <3

[violynnights]

Ahhhhhh you guys! I had such an incredibly difficult time judging this one that I actually had to just break down and use a randomizer xD.

Said randomizer has declared that the winner of this boyo is Desmond! Although, since I loved all three entries so very much, I will be making RUs for both Willow and Hooves! <3

Congrats Desmond! Both stories were awesome too! ^.^ Thanks Chem! I certainly didn't envy you trying to judge them! XD