Owner:
FrostDragon636, feel free to call me Frost c:
Show Name:
Nocte Tempestas - "midnight storm" in Latin (Nocte - meaning "midnight" | Tempestas meaning "storm")
Barn Name:
Neo - meaning "new moon" in Latin
Gender:
Stallion
Age:
3 years 4 months
Breed:
Height:
16.1hh
Color:
Blue roan
Genes:
EE/aa/RR
Personality:
Neo is a super sweet stallion and adores attention, he really isn't a big fan of being left alone for long periods of time. He's very good with kids and would never hurt a single one of them for any reason, even if they pulled on his mane or ears it doesn't phase him. You could easily describe him as a "fluffy tank" built strong but with a gentle heart. Slashing around in mud puddles when it rains is a frequent activity for him, the cold droplets on his coat just give him a sense of happiness. Neo can be quite shy around mares so he has a hard time trying to flirt with any of them, he tends to hiccup when he gets nervous. Competitions aren't really his thing - however he does enjoy dressage and carriage pulling - lazing under a tree, eating sweet grain and watching the birds flutter from place to place is what he would much rather be doing. Even though he is a gentle giant, Neo can be a little bit mischievous sometimes, especially when he's bored; stealing an occasional mitten or scarf in the winter and a few visors in the summer. He loves to be groomed and bathed, he'll even prance around all fancy if a little girl puts a ribbon in his mane.
Art:
To match the story ^-^ Done by me.
Story (extra):
(Told from Neo's point of view)
Slowly opening my eyes I wasn't sure that I wanted to get up, it was so warm and cozy right here in my stall. It was a frosty winter morning and the cold winds gently blew outside the window; everyone was tucked in their stalls, warm and comfy. Crrrrreak..... the huge barn door slid open and Madison - the stable hand - walked inside, she was dressed from head to toe in multiple layers of coats and mittens. I shook my head and walked over to the stall door, it was time for breakfast. Madi fumbled about the feed room trying to get grain ready for every horse; I waited patiently for her to enter my stall, I was the last one to be fed. After I finished eating Madi came over and unlatched the door; I trotted out into the pasture, the snow was up to my hocks. The first thing I did? Well I rolled of course! Right in the deepest part of the snowed pasture, it felt sooo good. Returning to my feet I pushed the snow out of my way with my muzzle, digging through the white fluff until I found grass. Madi let the other horses out a few minutes after myself,I got tired of grazing and decided to go sit under my favorite tree. Despite being so cold outside it was very warm under that old sycamore, it had been here for years and my mother used to bring me here when I was just a foal. Sighing I looked up into the branches of the old tree, I had so many memories here. Everyone else was digging through the deep snow trying to forage for grass, the foals were hopping and tripping their way around the pasture; I remember the days when I did the same thing. Careful not to trip on the roots of the tree I climbed to my hooves, this would probably be the last time I would ever sit here due to being sold to another farm. Looking back one last time I said to myself "Good bye old friend."
(May add to this, just can't think of what to write at the moment.)