[Nuclear_Angel]

Yeahhh... Soo, I tried making an Appaloosa pain horse mix, but as you can see.. That didn't happen. Instead I got this. >_< Umm.. Well She'll do, What do y'all say?

This girl is rather short for her breed; If you ask me.

Write me a story telling about how she deals with her height or why she is so short (Something along those lines).
And tell me what's her personalty (What does she act like?). That's it for her; you have till this Saturday coming up (March the 2nd) to get your form done.

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Username:
Kilid's Name:
Height: 17.3 hh
Gender: Mare
Age (Must at least be 2 years old or older):
Personalty:
Story:

Winner: SerenWish

Username: SerenWish
Kilid's Name: Lorcan (Male Irish Name meaning "Little One")- She goes by "Lor" or "Lorie"
Height: 17.3 hh
Gender: Mare
Age: 8 Years (Decided to put some age on her!)
Personality: Lorcan has dealt with criticism and jokes on her behalf her whole life. On top of being a stocky short Kilid, her mother decided to christian her with a traditionally male name, so she has quite the arsenal of jokes and silly nicknames under her belt. In order to keep from snapping at everyone, she has become very cold to others, preferring to let the comments and taunts roll of her back like rain off a duck's wings. She seems very aloof and rather distant with others, but it's not her trying to be cruel- it's just how she has grown up. She does get frustrated with herself more than anyone else.
Story:

The splashed face of the mare was thoughtful as she watched the large bodies of Kilids having mock-fights out on the open tundra. She wanted to go and join them, but she knew that she would be laughed off in a flash. She flicked her short chestnut tail, and backed up carefully off her little post of ice and rock, picking her way down carefully. Wreaths of mist wafted up from her flared nostrils as she shook her speckled head, stepping high around her little citadel above the ice. She would go find some moss- that would be interesting enough, right? She didn't need to spar to have fun.

As she walked, she twitched her tail, trying to contain the slight annoyance with herself. Fun? Moss? Sure, it would fill her up some, but it was nothing like playing. She got lonely, she supposed, hanging out alone, but it was annoying sometimes when others would just reject her playing with them as well.

She stepped towards a good moss patch, halting as a cavern mouth yawned just a few strides away. She hadn't been to this one before- what could lie inside the rocky cave that was frosted with icing of pure crystalline ice? She moved forward, ducking her head to enter, as she eyed the blue-ice walls. She halted, as a warm feeling rushed through her. She had to duck to get in here- there was no way any of the other Kilids could get in here! She felt a giddy little rush at finding something suddenly that she was better at.

[Sciencin']

Username: Unisus
Kilid's Name: Stormy
Height: 17.3 hh
Gender: Mare
Age (Must at least be 2 years old or older): 5 years
Personalty: Nice, kind, mysterious, loving, caring, and loyal
Story:
Stormy was born a tall horse, but one day she was captured by a magician. The magician wanted to use her to extend his life, but it would have disintegrated her, so she have up a few feet of her height to get free because she wanted to be with her family and friends.

[Hemalily]

Username: Gandalf the Grey
Kilid's Name: Acetone
Height: 17.3 hh
Gender: Mare
Age (Must at least be 2 years old or older): 6 Years Old
Personalty: Ace is a fierce and brutal little made. She makes up for her height by making witty remarks, most if them scorching. She is stubborn and brave and doesn't like to be helped. Although she seems extremely confident on the outside, she's really quite fragile inside. Every cutting remark about her height hurts her deeply. She just keeps adding defensive layers to protect herself.
Story:
Acetone wobbled, trying to stand up. She had been born about an hour earlier, and she hadn't stood up yet. Her mother kept nickering, trying to encourage the already smaller than average foal to stand up. Ace whinnied then plonked down. She was simply too weak to stand, much less walk and run. As a result, Acetone did not drink the fortifying milk that her mom provided. Seeing that she didn't drink for quite some time and that she missed out of the strengthening vitamins, she was a bit of a runt from the beginning.

[SerenWish]

Username: SerenWish
Kilid's Name: Lorcan (Male Irish Name meaning "Little One")- She goes by "Lor" or "Lorie"
Height: 17.3 hh
Gender: Mare
Age: 8 Years (Decided to put some age on her!)
Personality: Lorcan has dealt with criticism and jokes on her behalf her whole life. On top of being a stocky short Kilid, her mother decided to christian her with a traditionally male name, so she has quite the arsenal of jokes and silly nicknames under her belt. In order to keep from snapping at everyone, she has become very cold to others, preferring to let the comments and taunts roll of her back like rain off a duck's wings. She seems very aloof and rather distant with others, but it's not her trying to be cruel- it's just how she has grown up. She does get frustrated with herself more than anyone else.
Story:

The splashed face of the mare was thoughtful as she watched the large bodies of Kilids having mock-fights out on the open tundra. She wanted to go and join them, but she knew that she would be laughed off in a flash. She flicked her short chestnut tail, and backed up carefully off her little post of ice and rock, picking her way down carefully. Wreaths of mist wafted up from her flared nostrils as she shook her speckled head, stepping high around her little citadel above the ice. She would go find some moss- that would be interesting enough, right? She didn't need to spar to have fun.

As she walked, she twitched her tail, trying to contain the slight annoyance with herself. Fun? Moss? Sure, it would fill her up some, but it was nothing like playing. She got lonely, she supposed, hanging out alone, but it was annoying sometimes when others would just reject her playing with them as well.

She stepped towards a good moss patch, halting as a cavern mouth yawned just a few strides away. She hadn't been to this one before- what could lie inside the rocky cave that was frosted with icing of pure crystalline ice? She moved forward, ducking her head to enter, as she eyed the blue-ice walls. She halted, as a warm feeling rushed through her. She had to duck to get in here- there was no way any of the other Kilids could get in here! She felt a giddy little rush at finding something suddenly that she was better at.

[Nuclear_Angel]

Winner posted, congratulations; take good good care of her. (:

[SerenWish]

Ehhhh! My second AK! Don't worry! Once I let my stallion mature a bit, he'll sweep her off her hooves! (And they will have...medium-sized AKs together!) I'll try to write for them and hopefully sketch them as well!