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[WalkerNom]

Owner: WalkerNom
Equid name: Edmond Marshall (Marshall)
Age: 3 Years
Gender: Gelding
Height: 13.3hh
What is his official colour?: Rose Grey near Leopard Appaloosa (Flaxen Mane)
100 word Personality: Edmond Marshall comes across as ridged and peculiar to almost anyone who meets him. This may be due to his crippling fear of being judged by large crowds caused by substantial amounts of diffidence. Although he tries his best to suppress these feelings, the end result is a socially awkward mess around others. Still, he does seem to have a simple longing for belonging. It seems that the only other equid to ever provide him with this feeling would be his mate. Once he has found that equid that took the time to get to know him, he is content.
Extra:
By Me:

[O b l i v i o n ☯]

Owner: O b l i v i o n ☯
Equid name: Damien (dame-ien)
Age: 4 years
Gender: Gelding
Height: 13.3hh
What is his official colour?: (Both base and markings)
100 word Personality:
Extra: (1 extra only)

[RainbowFinch]

Owner: RainbowFinch
Equid name: Maxton
Age: 5 Years
Gender: Gelding
Height: 13.3hh
What is his official colour?: Base: Rose Grey, Markings: Near Leopard Appaloosa
100 word Personality:
Extra: (1 extra only)

W.I.P

[anomaly.]

Owner:infinite,
Equid name:Oriole
Age:6 years old
Gender: Gelding
Height: 13.3hh
What is his official colour?: rose grey extended spotted blanket
100 word Personality: WIP
Story: --wip

[The Mean Kitty]

This...is the most beautiful equid...ever... good luck to everybody trying out for him!

[.Watch.Shield.Kill.]

Owner: HandofSorrow31
Equid name: Kellin
Age: 5
Gender: Gelding
Height: 13.3hh
What is his official colour?: I am terrible with markings, but here goes nothing: a dark silver gray base, covered by a white varnish and large leopard blanket.
100 word Personality: (99 words) Kellin is a guardian. His two-sided childhood resulted in a protective streak, from anything from bears to hyperactive imaginations. As comfortable as he is in the wild, though, he has no qualms against approaching anything so long as it doesn’t pose a threat. Should a sneak attack arise, however...
Socially, Kellin isn’t quiet. He loves to partake in witty banter and general conversations, so long as the topic doesn’t bore or anger him. The age of his fellows doesn’t matter to him either, and he loves to hear what children of any species have to say about the world.
Extra: (495 words; it looks longer than it reads)

Hush, young one. Your hooves are so loud; they make the tree branches tremble. Do you really want all those leaves to fall?

Yes, that’s better. Now you won’t scare the rabbits into their holes; you must remember you are not a fox.

Careful, do you see how the moss glistens? That means it’s in the middle of a conversation; you don’t want to step on it and have it trip you.

Don’t feign naiveté, young one. Away from the moss, now!

You see this stream? Tread carefully, but make your steps firm. The water likes to play tricks when you extend anything more than your muzzle into its domain.

There, now that is-

Run, young one! Find shelter, stay low, don’t hit that tree, but evade, evade! They will not stop! They will find you, young one, they will tear you apart, they will

never

quit

their

pursuit

if you remain so slow. You make me sick, you’re so attentive. You haven’t the time to pay so much attention to this world. Get over it, boy, before I leave you to the wolves.

Enough! Remember what I said about your misery- destroy it! No one cares! Harden yourself, boy, ignore that past of yours! It will only make you weak. Fight it like we fought yesterday, like you actually stood a chance. Do not make me regret finding you.

Do not regret.

Do not regret.

Do not regret.

They are here again, all eight of them. Such a small troop, they are, but they are so very proud.

They make me smile.

The smallest can’t be any older than a human eight, but already he’s been out here several times. His father is the leader, and his brother may very well be the oldest of the troop.

I’ve never seen the mother.

It makes me wonder, has she been lost too? I would ask, but I’d rather remain one with the trees.

I haven’t made a single leaf fall in years.

Nor have I fallen into a creek.

But I have endured.

Just as this young child does every time his father and brother present him to the forest. He knows strength, though he begins to tremble shortly after the evening meal whenever he’s brought here.

Moans of homesickness accent the trembling once the remainder of the troop falls into a deep slumber, and this poor boy clutches the toy lion in his arms closer to his heart, pressing it into his tiny chest for an extra boost of courage and African vigor.

Only then do I make my appearance.

Avoiding the crimson coals, dim yet fierce, I step around the troop, keeping my head low and my hooves quiet. I touch the boy’s forehead.

“Hush, young one. Fear as you may, but you need not. We’re not all monsters; I will defend you. You are safe so long as I am near. Nothing will take you...Sleep, young one.

“Sleep.”

He closes his eyes.

[Lady Tuesday]

Owner:
Equid name:
Age:
Gender: Gelding
Height: 13.3hh
What is his official colour?: (Both base and markings)
100 word Personality:
Extra: (1 extra only)

[Rated R]

Owner: Rated R
Equid name: Crestfallen
Age: 7 years
Gender: Gelding
Height: 13.3hh
What is his official colour?: Rose Grey with an extended spotted blanket and a bit of frosting.
100 word Personality: Like his name shows, Crestfallen is a gelding who is surrounded with an aura of melancholy. No one clearly knows why a gelding with such an intricate and haunting coat would carry himself in a despondent manner, nor does anyone know why he was always so upset. An outcast in society, Crestfallen is aloof, but when spoken to, his tone makes the listener want to cry for him, though nothing seems to make him smile. Rumour has it that it could have to do with being sterile and tragic events. No one is sure. [94 words]
Extra: A Short Story, written in poem form, about his torment and bullying due to being sterile and his unusual coat color. [219 words]

The Crestfallen

His shadow accompanied him wherever he went,
Like a companion, like a friend it followed him.
Every equid wonders what could have happened to have him be this way, what event
Could leave a gelding so sad, but no one one knows why it was so unfortunate, so grim.

It was told he had been walking one night,
As a young colt he had known his inability.
In this darkness lurked those of his herd and they had planned this midnight.
The rain fell upon the colt's back as he stood beneath a tree.

Those of his herd pounced upon the outcast,
Jeering, they had kicked and bit his spotted coat.
They made a mockery of his unusual marking, making bruises to match.
The poor colt could not protest; only the occasional painful squeal escaped his throat.

When they had gone, he cried tears into the dirt.
His bleeding wounds felt no pain.
Though he was still left hurt,
These emotional wounds would last longer than the rain.

He is simply known to have vanished with his lacerations healed,
Never does he smile nor anger.
His tears are few; they are now concealed.
His neck stretches towards the ground as though it is heavy with his tragedies as the anchor.

He is crestfallen for life.
He is Crestfallen.

[Angua]

Owner: Angua
Equid name: Nexus
Age: six years old
Gender: Gelding
Height: 13.3hh
What is his official colour?: frosted choc roan with spotted blanket
(Both base and markings)
100 word Personality:
Extra: (1 extra only)