[Fawntura]

Adopt #A0010
Registered Name: #A0010
Barn Name:
Gender:
Height: 13.3 hh
Phenotype: Bay Dun
Genotype: Ee/Aa/Dd

Lineage 1: Unknown

Lineage 2: Unknown

Prompt: Tell me about this mustang's Family. Three sentence min.
End Date: 06/03

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[list][b]Adopt #A0010[/b]
[b]Registered Name:[/b] #A0010
[b]Barn Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Height:[/b] 13.3 hh
[b]Phenotype:[/b] Bay Dun
[b]Genotype:[/b] Ee/Aa/Dd

[b]Lineage 1:[/b] Unknown

[b]Lineage 2:[/b] Unknown[/list]
[b]Slots:[/b]
1- unused
2- unused
3- unused
4- unused
5- unused
6- unused
7- unused

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[LemonBunny]

Prompt:

Zeke's family were captured a long time ago, before he was even fully a year old, he doesn't recall much about them except that his mother had the kindest eyes and that there were several smaller horses like him, he remembers that he went off for a drink and when he came back he saw his family being roped and led away from him, he tried to keep up but couldn't, it didn't take much longer for another mustang ranch to find him and take him in as well.

He tries not to think about them too much, as he ends up longing to see them again, though he hopes in his heart that wherever they are, they're happy and safe.

He has taken in several smaller or younger horses as his adopted children, however, and seems to be protective of them and guards them when they're frightened or nervous, especially the younger and newer ones who arrive at the ranch.

Zeke has no idea that the Polar North headmasters have contact with the other mustang ranch that roped his family and that they're actually closer to him than he thinks.

[Fawntura]

Extending till the 20th!

[ElizaChikatta]

Hopefully it's okay if I make an entry on this boyo.. ^^"

Name: Goes Down Smooth | Whiskey
Gender: Stallion
Prompt: Tell me about this mustang's family. Three sentence min.

Whiskey was young when he was first kicked from his herd. As all young stallions, he was removed once he was of age so he didn't see much of his parents after then. But what he does remember of them is a soft weight on his heart.

His mother, a kind mare with a brilliant red coat had a fiery streak. She was one of the first to fight when a bachelor tried to get too close to the herd and preferred her time grazing where the sun made her fur shine like licking flames or a sunset. She usually took up babysitting in the case of other mares wanting a break. And her heart beat strong when he had pressed his head against her side to sleep at night.

He had plenty of half siblings in the herd, though he wouldn't really know what that meant, but they were always so fun as foals. As they grew, of course everyone had a personality of their own so he had a few that he disliked. But he had a sister, a young red mare that was always so fun to play with and sunbathe with. He'll dearly miss her.

His father on the other hand, he has a bitter last memory of. After all, it's the herd leader that removes stallions coming of age. He hadn't wanted to fight him, so easily ran, though his father's dark chocolate coat was something he remembered more easily as a foal when he was zooming around the fields and occasionally bumped into him. He seemed so noble, watching out for the herd, and with his fierceness as he defended it from predators. He will always admire that, and strive to be as alert and dependable as he was. Wherever he ends up...