
Picture Info:*Ages 6 months to 1 year are to have foal pictures along with their adult picture which should be linked not shown.
*Ages 1 year to 2 years may have only an adult picture.
{Please don't just put an adult picture for a horse less than 1 year old.]





[center][b][size=130][color=#BF0000]Cursed Nightmare[/color][/size][/b]
[size=85][color=#808080]{Bᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀ}[/color][/size]
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[size=110][color=#808080]Nᶤᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ[/color][/size] [color=#BF0000]⋮[/color] [size=110][color=#808080]2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ[/color][/size] [color=#BF0000]⋮[/color] [size=110][color=#808080]# Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ :[/color][/size] [size=85][color=#808080]0[/color][/size] [color=#BF0000]⋮[/color] [size=110][color=#808080]# Oᶠ Mᵃʳᵉˢ Cᵒᵛᵉʳᵉᵈ :[/color][/size] [size=85][color=#808080]0[/color][/size] [color=#BF0000]⋮[/color] [size=110][color=#808080]Tᵃᵍˢ:[/color][/size] [size=85][color=#808080]No one[/color][/size]
[color=#404040]The deep bay stallion snorts as he moves with confidence across the valley, his head and tail raised in a very clear display of his dominance and power. He may still be only 2-years-old, but he knows what it's like to breed mares and hold a herd even if his hold on the herd didn't last very long. Nightmare tosses his head and slows to a stop at the top of a hill to look around at what was going on below him in the bowl of the valley. It has only been a few days since the older horses' deaths and the departure of the humans, the smell of sickness and death still lingered around the valley in places, but it was fading with each rainfall.
Nightmare huffs another snort as he turns his attention back to the present, back to the sight before him in the valley, mature fillies were running free and he was determined to claim some for himself. The young stud kicks up his heels and heads down the hill at a fast trot, his eyes and ears alert for any signs of danger or other bachelors out to challenge him for any fillies he may catch. He lets out a loud squeal and bucks, speeding up to a quick canter as he reaches the bottom of the hill, showing off his strength and eerily beautiful blood-red bay coat to any fillies who may be watching him.[/color][/center]
[center][b][size=130][color=#800080]Just Another Catastrophe[/color][/size][/b]
[size=85][color=#808080]{Lᴏɴᴇ Fɪʟʟʏ}[/color][/size]
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[size=110][color=#808080]Cᵃˢˢʸ[/color][/size] [color=#800080]⋮[/color] [size=110][color=#808080]7 Mᵒᶰᵗʰˢ[/color][/size] [color=#800080]⋮[/color] [size=110][color=#808080]Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ :[/color][/size] [size=85][color=#808080]None[/color][/size] [color=#800080]⋮[/color] [size=110][color=#808080]Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :[/color][/size] [size=85][color=#808080]No heat[/color][/size] [color=#800080]⋮[/color] [size=110][color=#808080]Tᵃᵍˢ:[/color][/size] [size=85][color=#808080]None[/color][/size]
[color=#404040]Since she doesn't have a herd anymore, she could wonder around like the other fillies were doing, but she wasn't really one to wonder, so she just says in a single area and just grazes. Melody yawns a little and shakes out her flea-bitten grey pelt, dislodging bugs and a bird that had landed on her back. The mare looks around and then drops her head to graze, ripping up the sweet grass hungrily, not really caring wither or not a stallion or even a colt tried to snake her away, she actually hopes one does since she prefers to be in a herd instead of alone, but on the other hand she likes the peace and quiet that comes with being alone, it's a tough choice for her.
After the death of her family, Melody was glad to not have anyone around, anyone that can be taken from her like they have. She sighs deeply and lifts her head to gaze around the valley, the sight of so many other foals and young horses sends a pang of sadness through her heart, she misses her mother and the other mares in the herd. Melody shakes out her short stiff mane and returns to her grazing, trying to get her thoughts off the sad memories that want to flood her mind, she must be strong now, her mother would want her to live, not waste away from misery. The young filly silently grazes under her shady tree, still deep in thought.[/color][/center]
[center][b][size=130][color=#BF8000]Sun-Kissed Rose[/color][/size][/b]
[size=85][color=#808080]{Lᴏɴᴇ Fɪʟʟʏ}[/color][/size]
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[size=110][color=#808080]Rᵒˢᵉ[/color][/size] [color=#BF8000]⋮[/color] [size=110][color=#808080]2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ[/color][/size] [color=#BF8000]⋮[/color] [size=110][color=#808080]Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ :[/color][/size] [color=#808080]None[/color] [color=#BF8000]⋮[/color] [size=110][color=#808080]Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :[/color][/size] [color=#808080]Heat (2)[/color] [color=#BF8000]⋮[/color] [size=110][color=#808080]Tᵃᵍˢ:[/color][/size] [color=#808080]None[/color]
[color=#404040]She grazes peacefully under a tree near the center of the vast valley that the many herds call home. Rose flicks her ear as a fly starts buzzing around near it, making her lift her head to gaze around a bit before returning to her eating. The filly looks around and then drops her head to graze once more, ripping up the sweet grass hungrily, not really paying attention to the drama that was unfolding between some bachelors across the valley. She rips up another mouthful before looking around once more in boredom, there wasn't much to do besides graze at the moment.
The older filly snorts and decides to move from her spot to a better one a few hundred yards away. A tall tree provides some shade as she moves to the new spot which was a blessing since the sun was starting to get a bit too hot. Rose shakes out her pure white mane as she glances around before returning to her grazing, she doesn't want anyone to suddenly appear and try to snake her into a herd or something. The mare flicks her tail and grazes contently under the new tree, her ears twisting around to keep herself on alert for any signs of movement or hoof-beats approaching.[/color][/center]
[center][b][size=130][color=#BF4040]What Goes Around Comes Around[/color][/size][/b]
[size=85][color=#808080]{Lᴏɴᴇ Fɪʟʟʏ}[/color][/size]
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[size=110][color=#808080]Kᵃʳᵐᵃ[/color][/size] [color=#BF4040]⋮[/color] [size=110][color=#808080]2 Yᵉᵃʳˢ[/color][/size] [color=#BF4040]⋮[/color] [size=110][color=#808080]Sᵗᵃˡˡᶤᵒᶰ :[/color][/size] [size=85][color=#808080]None[/color][/size] [color=#BF4040]⋮[/color] [size=110][color=#808080]Sᵗᵃᵗᵘˢ :[/color][/size] [size=85][color=#808080]Heat (2)[/color][/size] [color=#BF4040]⋮[/color] [size=110][color=#808080]Tᵃᵍˢ:[/color][/size] [size=85][color=#808080]None[/color][/size]
[color=#404040]The filly trots across a hill, her pitch black mane and tail flowing out behind her as she goes, her head lifted high in a show of dominance and a bit of vanity since she knows just how beautiful she was with her deep coal black pelt that has not one speck of white on her, but she does have a few scars on her rump and shoulders which only makes her presence all the more scary. Karma snorts as her draft body storms down the hillside, she may not be at full growth, but she was still pretty large for a 2-year-old. The mare tosses her head as she gets close to a water hole that was surrounded by a few lone foals and other adolescents (random), the sight of the others makes her pin her ears flat against her head before driving the lesser horses from the water, her large size and hostile demeanor keeps the smaller horses from fighting back as does her slightly older age.
Karma takes her time in drinking and splashing in the water, cooling her dark body in the lake before getting out and shaking off. She snorts at a foal who got too close, sending them running in the opposite direction so they don't get attacked by the bigger female who was clearly the boss. She shakes her wet mane out and then moves away from the water hole, not interested in hanging around the others. Karma speeds up to a trot and moves down the valley and towards another hill, not really aiming to go anywhere just yet.[/color][/center]














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