- Username: white . horse
Name: "My name is WHS Prime Minister, but please call me Max. Honestly, I hate my show name but it makes me feel powerful and in charge, so I just deal with it, for now. My nickname seems.... flimsy, and not very "stallion-like" also, but it's better than say, "Brownie".... oh, oh, or "Teddy". Just, no. So I shouldn't be complaining, should I? But that's what I do best, my friend."
Gender: "Well, since I mentioned that I would like more of a STALLION-LIKE name, hopefully that gives you just a hint. Good! You got it right, I'm a stallion. It would not be fun to be a mare, there's so many more things you have to do, and I wouldn't want to carry around a foal for 11 months, sheesh. I don't even know how I survived for that long in my mom's belly."
Species: "Ahh, Im a flying, yellow elephant with a gigantic jewel on its forehead with antlers the size of skyscrapers and wings made out of pure gold with diamonds on them and I can eat anything whole and most people are scared of me. Heh heh, just kidding. Honestly, that would be really scary, and amusing. Crying and laughing at the same time. If you didn't already figure it out, I'm a equus caballus, and equine, or whatever you kids call a horse these days. Im a Lusitano, a sooty bay one with 4 white coronets. Funny, that took me a while just to say my species. I like playing around with ya."
Kennel Number: "I live in Kennel #82. Funny, I should t even be in a kennel at all, I'm a world class Dressage horse! Everyone should want me."
Why would you like this character?:
What will you do for this character?:
Personality:
History: The sooty bay stallion reared up in the air, the lead rope ripping out of the handler's hands, making him crash to the ground and his hand bleeding. Max whipped his large head to the left, seeing a couple more men run after him, screaming and shouting things that the horse couldn't make out. Max snorted and started running the other way, hearing the men yelling as the stallion bolted down the road, running from the manor. He heaved hard, coughing as his lungs pumped and burned, but he knew he had to keep running. Max wasn't exactly a racehorse, so he didn't have the greatest stamina in the world, but he was quite fast for a Lusitano. He turned his head back, seeing the men running, catching up. He pushed himself a little faster until he reached the town.
Max kept running through the town, luckily not running over anyone in his way. People yelled at him, but he didn't care and kept running. He saw some more men mounted their horses and started running after him. Max snorted again and pushed harder, dodging things in the road, other horses, children, and other things that he could get hurt from or that could have gotten hurt. He surged through the town, and then looked behind him again, seeing around 8 horses and riders blasting after him. He didn't see the two men from the manor anymore, they must have gotten tired from running. The sooty bay stallion turned a corner, changing his lead before hand and then pushed against the ground after, propelling him forward. He snorted in enjoyment, and then slowed his pace to gain energy to run faster. He then felt a stinging pain in his withers, and in a matter of seconds, the pain spread to his whole body, and his eyes grew very heavy. He hit the ground and his world went black.
After what seemed like forever, the stallion opened his eyes slowly, and he was laying on the ground in a dim lighted place. He winced when he fully opened his eyes, waiting for them to get adjusted to the light. A chill ran through his large body when heard footsteps echoing through what seemed like a building. A sliding door opened in front of him, and he looked up, seeing two tall men and a thin girl on the right. The man to the left of him chuckled and kneeled down next to his neck. Max lifted his head to where his withers hurt, seeing a thin, white bandage covering his withers. "If it wasn't for that tranquilizer, we would have never caught this wild beast," the man next to him said, chuckling and then the other man still standing laughed after him. Max flailed and squealed when the kneeling man said that, and he stood up and took a step away from the stallion laying on the ground of the stall. He stopped twisting and listened to the sounds in the barn, the humans' breathing, other horses chomping on oats and the slight wind when it hit the walls of the barn. He calmed down and his breathing slowed. He looked at each of the humans, studying them.
The man that he almost hit that kneeled next to him was shorted, about 5'3" and he had black hair with grey here and there, and wore glasses. The other man was much taller, almost 6 foot and had brown hair in almost the same style as the 1st man. The girl next to the tall man was thin with long caramel brown hair that went just past her shoulder blades. She looked very similar to the tall man, and Max suspected that she might be his daughter. The short man then spoke again. "He might need some rest from running for so long, Owen. Maybe Haley can stay with him for a little while to keep him company before he stands up again," the short man said. Max now new at least two of their names, Owen was the tall man and Haley was the thin girl. Owen nodded and put his large hand on Haley's shoulder, whispering in her ear. "Be careful, Haley. He's a wild one."
Max grunted as Owen and the short man walked away. Wild? What is that supposed to mean? I'm not a mustang for Pete's sake, he said in his head. Haley smiled and kneeled down and sat next to him. "Shhh, everything will be just fine," she said, petting him hard on his neck. Max didn't like the feeling and scooted away from her, lifting himself up onto his legs, but still kneeling down. His long mane was very tangled from running in the breeze, and his whole body aching and it hurt him to breathe. Haley frowned slightly as he stayed away from her, and Max turned his head away so he wasn't looking at the disappointed girl. He heard her shuffle after a couple minutes, and he turned back as she was getting up, and she dusted her black riding jodhpurs and closed the stall door. He sighed, feeling alone, but not wanting to be around the humans that were just with him 10 minutes before. He gritted his teeth and started to get up, his shaky legs finally balancing his large body, like a newborn colt taking his first steps. He closed his eyes, trying to focus his mind away from the pain of his withers and the soreness of his body.
~~Three Weeks Later~~
Max paced his stall, snorted, feeling very bored from being cooped up in a stall for more than 3 weeks. He stomped his hoof, shaking the ground, and two horses whinnying in response to his small outrage. He neighed back, louder than both of them. He heard footsteps walk down the aisle way, and Max has remembered the pace and sound of each person's footstep sound from the time that he has lived there, and he knew it was Jerry, the short man that was with him when he first came. "Geeze, Alto. You don't need to scream," he said, opening up the sooty bay stallion's stall door. He flopped his ears to the side of his head and frowned slightly. He hated his new name, Alto. He still calls himself Max, even though he has had many names throughout his life. Jerry Newman, the man's full name, petted Max and tried de-tangling his long, black mane. "No one has touched you since you cam here," he said, putting on Max's leather halter, with his name on a brass plate near his cheek bone, saying "Alto". He snorted as the man with the black and grey hair clipped a red lead rope to the bottom of his halter. "It's time," he said, opening the rest of the door and leading the large Lusitano out of the stall he called home.
Max perked his ears as he passed all the stalls with horses in them, even trying to stop at some of them. Jerry growled a little and some and tugged on his lad rope, and Max followed obediently. They walked down the aisle way until they reached the grooming stalls, they were nicely cleaned and washed with no hair left behind from the other horses. Max grunted when he put the cross tries on each side of his halter, for they never did this back at his original home. "You ok, Alto?" Jerry asked the stallion, picking up a bottle of de-tangler and a comb. For the next half and hour, Jerry brushed all of the matted hair out of Max's mane, and pulled his mane to an appropriate length. It was very long still, his tail almost touching the ground and his mane past his shoulder. Max felt great, feeling fresh again and he smiled inside. He frowned again as Haley walked through the door to his right, and she was smiling and seeming happy this morning.
w.i.p.
Other:
•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
- Username: white . horse
Name: "Hello, my name is WHS Jack Of Diamonds, or Jack for short. I'm pretty sure if I was a mare my name would be Diamond.... but then again, my show name wouldn't even be Jack Of Diamonds, I never knew a mare named Jack. That would be cool to meet a mare with a stallion name. Ok, I think I have said enough for the "Name" portion of this adoption sheet I was supposed to help white . horse fill out."
Gender: If you have a pair of working eyeballs, you can see that I'm a stallion. And don't try to check, I heard that's what other animals that are getting adopted when they want to express how obvious their gender is. That's just creepy... don't get any ideas buddy.
Species: "Along with Max, I'm the same species as him, I'm an equus ferus caballus, or a horse. Even though we're really big compared to most domestic animals, our species is usually prey, since we're fist class consumers, and herbivores. Ok, enough with the cool science, I'm just a horse. A Quarter Horse, buttermilk buckskin minimal Overo, and I'm proud of it, I guess."
Kennel Number: "For now, I belong in Kennel #94. I don't like being here, I want to be adopted by someone who would care and love me, hopefully that will be soon."
Why would you like this character?:
What will you do for this character?:
Personality:
History:
Other:
Wippppp.
.png)
