[Potato.]

username ;; New Nimrod97
name ;; Rambo
gender ;; stallion
eye color: brown
dam: -
sire: -
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[nimrod.]

username ;; New Nimrod97
name ;; Rambo
gender ;; stallion
halter ;; A bright red with cobalt blue edges and white metal rings.
food ;; snow cream [[ fluffy white snow mixed with eggs, sugar, and vanilla extract ]] ;; It was a cold winter day in Arizona, uncommon and had come unexpected, the snow had heavily coated the earth around Rambo as he stood ridged in the barn, refusing to budge out into the white mysterious surrounding. How could something so delicate keep so much hidden? He disliked the cold, and he made it clear to the young lady that was now pressing against his rear, trying we hardest but the large stallion didn't even budge, instead snorting. The young woman soon grew frustrated, looping his lead rope around a stall beam and with one last look of disgust with her incapability to make him move, she headed inside. Rambo turned about boredly as he eyed the barn he had forever lived in, then his head turning back around at the sound of tires as a large pearl coated truck came up close to the barn, blending into the snowy landscape around. He flattened his ears in displeasement as he stepped back slightly, snorting once more as a man got out, and took a quick glance in his direction before jogging into the house. It wasn't but ten minutes maybe until the woman and man returned outside, a large silver bowl in the lady's arms as they ran I to the barn, smiles on their faces as they laughed and with two silver spoons ate whatever the contents were. Rambo took in a deep breath hoping to identify the scent, it oddly smelled like various things he had experienced through his life but mixed all into one. The woman seemed to have forgotten about the moody stallion as she and the guy talked and laughed, setting down the large dish and they went to inspect his stall door that he had busted apart earlier this morning. He flicked his ears forward in interest as he drew closer to the whiteness that the bowl contained, leaning his broad head down he touched his nose to it, flinching in surprise by the cool touch. Rambo took a cautious step back as he heard the lady call his name, knowing he most have done something wrong. But he was so curious... Waiting for the humans to turn away once more, he took the opportunity he had been waiting for, his large pink tongue lapping at the coldness, and the sweetness instantly had him hooked, his ears perched high on his head as he quickly ate every last bit of if, the bowl looking as though if were perfectly clean. He hadn't wasted an ounce of the liquid treasure. The moment he finished he nickered, pulling his head to the right enough for the lead rope to come undone, and he stepped outside, sticking his head down into the snow and licking it up, but to his disappointment it was nothing like the lovely substance he had discovered in the bowl.

[preppy paws]

username: preppy paws
name: Hachi
gender: Gelding
hater color: brown
Food: Taco Shells
My grandmother and I were sitting at the dinner table together eating, of course, tacos. I told her that the shells tasted weird. She gazed at me and laughed a smurk out of her. She told me that it was full of nutrients and no preservitives. No wonder I didnt like it. But I had the idea that my horse might of since he is all about the 'good' stuff, in horse terms. I grabbed two shells with me and headed out towards the barn. Hachi was in his stall looking a bit grey. Until, I held up the taco shell and whistled. His ears percked at me and investigated the taco shell. He didnt know what to do with it at first, but eventually he got around to tasting it. He was all giddy and ate the whole thing! I was going to give my other gelding a try at the other taco shell, but Hachi was too interested in them! I decided to give him the last one. For now on, I go out into Hachi's stall everyother week to give him a taste of his favorite treat!

[mewmew.]

username: Rocky.
name: That Marshmellow Ain't Burnt
gender: male
hater color: cream
Food: his favorite food would have to be pickles. While taking care of the horses I can be found with snacks in the barn a lot. One day I left a pickle on the top of his hitching post (it was on a napkin) while I went to take care of a different lovely. When I came back the pickle was gone and he was chewing profusely. Since then everytime I have a pickle near him he tries to snatch it out of my hand almost taking fingers with it at times.

[Schainukan]

username: Schainukan
name: Kaen
gender: Stallion
hater color: Wine color
Food: Pumpkin
It's been a night like every one..... no, this is not a story starting like this.
The sky above Kaen's head was the color of deep navy, stars dotting it like the pattern of an Appaloosa, givign off their beatiful glow. Heavy clouds slowly pushed their way along, covering the light of the moon once in a while. He released a breath, gazing over to the house as he stood at the fence. In the distance were a lot of lights, high-pitched voices talking and squealing far away. The ranch has been busy lately, it seemes it was this kind of time this year again. The day as the leaves turn colors, humans get more active and the little ones race from place to place, seeming to be just so happy. Halloween, that is what the humans call it. Kaen still didn't figure this kind of behavior out and all the trouble those people go through, as they just look stressed at times when they don't care as much about him as other times around the year. The stallion watched the kids waiting up on his home and saying foreign words. The door opened and he could recognize the voice of his owners. Then long silent came as they took off into the night again. Everything has quiet down. Around this time, strange round things were scattered around the barn and house and everywhere. They smelled interesting, but they were always out of reach. He was sure, over there at his house though, there would be some. So, he took the chance to go investigate. The sorrel turned around, took a run-up and jumped over the fence with easy. Landing back down on the ground with his hooves, he trotted over, carefully making his way to those weird things. Arriving there, Kaen gave this object a good sniff before he softly lipped on the surface and nipped, before he went over to bite it. The flavor was unused on his tongue, it didn't taste like carrots at all even though they were orange too. The male took a few more bites until the consistence changed and he took a step back in surprise, releasing a low nicker. Yet, this thing, it tasted even better, the inside. Though, his meal got interrupted by noises. In an instant, his harks perked up and his plume gave a nervous flick. The horse shook his head and galloped back, leaping over the fence once more with grace, just in time, that is. His female owner exit the house and walked over to him, "What's up, my boy? Do the many children scare you? Don't worry, Kaen, it's all fine." Her voice spoke and her hand slided over his forelock, patting the place between his eyes. He nosed her hand a little in response, pretending as nothing happened.

[Potato.]

bump

[stabbrielle]

username: captain awesome
name: Taffy
gender: mare
hater color: Light blue
Food: Saltwater Taffy. Living a life on the beach, it's no surprise that this is a popular treat among everyone. The candies come in many different flavors and assorted colors. As a foal, Taffy came across one of the chewy chunks. After a tentative sniff and hesitant lick, the treat became a delicacy.

[Potato.]

username ;; New Nimrod97
name ;; Rambo
gender ;; stallion
halter ;; A bright red with cobalt blue edges and white metal rings.
food ;; snow cream [[ fluffy white snow mixed with eggs, sugar, and vanilla extract ]] ;; It was a cold winter day in Arizona, uncommon and had come unexpected, the snow had heavily coated the earth around Rambo as he stood ridged in the barn, refusing to budge out into the white mysterious surrounding. How could something so delicate keep so much hidden? He disliked the cold, and he made it clear to the young lady that was now pressing against his rear, trying we hardest but the large stallion didn't even budge, instead snorting. The young woman soon grew frustrated, looping his lead rope around a stall beam and with one last look of disgust with her incapability to make him move, she headed inside. Rambo turned about boredly as he eyed the barn he had forever lived in, then his head turning back around at the sound of tires as a large pearl coated truck came up close to the barn, blending into the snowy landscape around. He flattened his ears in displeasement as he stepped back slightly, snorting once more as a man got out, and took a quick glance in his direction before jogging into the house. It wasn't but ten minutes maybe until the woman and man returned outside, a large silver bowl in the lady's arms as they ran I to the barn, smiles on their faces as they laughed and with two silver spoons ate whatever the contents were. Rambo took in a deep breath hoping to identify the scent, it oddly smelled like various things he had experienced through his life but mixed all into one. The woman seemed to have forgotten about the moody stallion as she and the guy talked and laughed, setting down the large dish and they went to inspect his stall door that he had busted apart earlier this morning. He flicked his ears forward in interest as he drew closer to the whiteness that the bowl contained, leaning his broad head down he touched his nose to it, flinching in surprise by the cool touch. Rambo took a cautious step back as he heard the lady call his name, knowing he most have done something wrong. But he was so curious... Waiting for the humans to turn away once more, he took the opportunity he had been waiting for, his large pink tongue lapping at the coldness, and the sweetness instantly had him hooked, his ears perched high on his head as he quickly ate every last bit of if, the bowl looking as though if were perfectly clean. He hadn't wasted an ounce of the liquid treasure. The moment he finished he nickered, pulling his head to the right enough for the lead rope to come undone, and he stepped outside, sticking his head down into the snow and licking it up, but to his disappointment it was nothing like the lovely substance he had discovered in the bowl.

congrats

[nimrod.]

Oh my goodness he is so dayum cute ;3; thanks so much Tato <3

[Schainukan]

Congrats, Nim. You're one of the most luckiest people.