[noreptiles_]

For number 50, we have a taller than average, slate grullo brindle.
Sadly this guy is blind, and it can be passed down to his foals.
Brindle CAN NOT pass down.

How to Adopt;; Art, personality, short history, and what he reminds you of
End Date;; February 10, 2015 (extensions allowed)
EXTRAS/EDITS allowed. <3

Owner: Schainukan
Name: Yasu
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6.5 Years
Height: 16.2hhs
Color: Slate Grullo Brindle
Sire: Foundation
Dam: Foundation

[oiseau]

Owner : kawaiicay2002
Name: Stoneheart (I changed the name CX)
Gender: Stallion
Age: 21
Personality: sweet, smart, gentle, jumpy, kind to other animals
History: He was born blind, and so he had trouble seeing his whole life. The other foals used to tease him... call him names, and kick him unexpectedly. His parents were mean, and ashamed to have him as a son. When he was 10, he ran far, far away from home... miles, even. He was lost in the wilderness for quite some time, so he had learned to use his other senses to fend for himself. One day, you were in the forest looking for some berries to pick, when you saw him being attacked by some wolves. You scurried over from the bushes and used yourself as a distraction so the wolves would no longer want to eat the horse. He knew that you were in trouble, so he ran over to you, and started kicking randomly. It wasn't very affective, but it scared them away. You had only a few scars, and a small bite mark or two, but you were okay. After that, you swore to the horse that you would take care of him so you could pay him back. You took him to your ranch. He automatically loved it, because there was another blind horse there too. The other horses were used to the blind mare, so he knew they would be nice to him too. Eventually, he found a mate. It was the blind mare! They had two foals.... only one was blind. The foal who could see taught the blind one how to do everything that a foal who could see can. His mother and father helped also!
What does he remind you of?: bedrock/stone (hense the name )
Art: no art my art got erased and now my computer won't even let me draw on oekaki.. UGH.

[eleutheromaniac.]

Are wips and edits aloud? What about prettying up forms?

[noreptiles_]

Owner: kawaiicay02
Name: Broken Stallion
Gender: Stallion
Age: human years or horse years?
Human years, 3; horse years, 21
Personality: sweet, smart, gentle, jumpy, kind to other animals
History: used to get into many fights to be the superior horse in his "clan", but once failed. Another stallion kicked him in the eyes, causing him to become blind. When he did, he stumbled around for hours, trying to find the medicine horse, but instead found the adopter.(I based this off of warrior cats but with horses :3)
What does he remind you of?: bedrock/stone
Art: I don't get it. What do you want me to put there? Do you want me to just put whatever horse picture that I can find off of Deviant Art?

@kawaiicay2002,
Horse years, for art it can be ordered and drawn of this horse. Also, change the history to not base it off the warriors please, be original. <3

Are wips and edits aloud? What about prettying up forms?

@Pete rip <3,
Wips, edits, and prettying up fourm allowed. <3

[Ruby-Skylark]

Owner:
Ruby-Skylark

Name:
Stormfall (Stormy)

Gender:
Stallion

Age:
3 years

Personality:
Because of a genetic anomaly, Stormfall was born without working eyes, and because it's genetic, it has a 50/50 chance of being passed down, so no mare wants to mate with him. This has left him a very lonely soul, which goes against his very nature. He's out-going, gregarious, kind to everyone, and never has a bad thing to say. Just because he can't see, doesn't mean he's blind. He loves it when the sun is out and he can feel the heat on his skin. He has a best friend called Hunter who keeps him out of trouble.

History:
Stormy was born on a dark and stormy night when the rain was so heavy you couldn't see your hoof in front of your face (hence his name). His mother had a difficult birth, so Stormy was smaller than other foals, which meant he had to work twice as hard to do everything. And then when they realised he was blind also, he had to work five times as hard even just to make friends and get people to notice him. He had a troubled start, but when he was finally allowed to meet the rest of the herd, he found a friend in Hunter. Hunter was a big strong foal, very good looking, and everyone noticed him, he could have had his pick of the herd for friends, but because he was also kind and generous, like attracted like, and he became best friends with Stormy. Once Stormy had a best friend, the world was his oyster! Hunter taught him how to run like the wind, and always stayed close enough to keep him safe. He never let anyone tease Stormy, Hunter's friends became Stormy's friends, and they accepted him without question. This gave Stormfall the confidence to grow up and be the Stallion he was meant to be. The only thing he misses is having a mate, he gets sad on rainy days, thinking about his birth, and his blindness. Those are the days when he feels the most out of place. But then the sun will come out again, and he realises how lucky he is to be alive, and have friends, and loving parents who let him be himself.
What does he remind you of?: His coat reminds me of rain falling on a dark and stormy day, when all you can see are sheets of rain and nothing beyond it.

Art:
No art, sorry, I'm sick with food poisoning

[eleutheromaniac.]

Owner: Pete rip <3
Name: Lost in the Shadows of my Past (Lost)
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5

Personality:

Lost is a very quiet stally and
he is always the awkward antisocial one in the corner nibbling the grass.
He is very self conscious of his blindness.
As shy as he is, Lost always finds time to pipe in with a short compliment
and once in a while he'll walk up to a group and listen silently.
He waits for the appropriate time to quietly compliment their mane,
their skills, their eyes, or just something nice.
No one has every bothered to notice him or talk to him and no one has
ever gotten to know him. He is nothing but a shadow of the past,
but if you happen to be that one brave kind soul to talk to him,
you'll find how pure his heart is,
and how sweet his soul is.

What does he remind you of?:

The design on his face reminds me
of blood, oil, tar, or some sort of dark substance seeping from rocks
and dripping into a pit. His eyes remind me of the ghost the person he
used to be. The pattern of his tail make me think of lashings on someones back
from a whip, but the dried blood has turned it black, oily, and infected.
The colors of his brindle bring the thought of a dark history to mind.
The lighter stripes being the happier calm days, the darker ones being the
stormy awful tornado days. His grey hoof coloring cause me to think of a deep
fog coating him and concealing him from the world.

History:

I had a baby sister. A filly, you might call her. The story of our parents was a sad but short one. Father and mother bred to have me. Mother got deathly sick after she was impregnated again the next year by my father. She died delivering my sister Maria. Father grew so sad and desperate that he couldn't handle it. He became shaky and abusive. You could never tell what he was going to do next. He was insane. Out of love and sadness he took his own life. I'm not going to explain how, it was quite gruesome. For months my sister and I wondered about, looking for someplace to call home. We came to a lake that seemed to be abandoned. Maria was napping silently under a large willow tree as I stood guard. I hardly slept those days, I was always looking out for my lil' sis'. As the night grew longer, my eyes grew heavier. I kept on snapping em' open, telling myself to stay awake for Maria. Then I began to hear rustles, and the thundering of paws against the floor. Howls and barks where carried to me by the wind. At first I thought my brain was playing tricks on me. I was wrong. The first wolf jumped out like a Gatling gun, swirling and twirling in the air as it leaped at Maria. Poor, helpless, defenseless Maria. I was no longer tired. I pushed of hard with my hind legs, sending myself flying at the wolf. My front hooves collided with its skull with a sickening crunch. Its limp lifeless body flew into a tree and sprawled all over the ground. The next wolf came at me before I could even turn away from the first. That was when Maria cried out. She shrieked, seeming to just wake up. "Sammy! Look out!" She called in her little girl voice. Samuel was my name before my... past happened. Maria called me Sam, or Sammy. The wolf's teeth locked onto my left hind leg. It dug its feet sternly into the ground, and swung its head two an fro. Another crunch sounded out. I had screeched in pain and kicked out with my right hind leg, only managing to push it away instead of kill it. I wrapped myself protectively around my sister, whom was still weak from walking so far. She was only a couple months old. She was so young. The wolf comes at me again, this time flanked by two more. It jumped and I bucked, smacking its chest and sending it flying. It weakly got back up. The next attack was by the two flanking wolves. They slowly moved around me, eyes glowing with hatred, teeth bared, tails swishing violently. Their malicious glares caused Maria to whimper. They drool at the though of digging in to both of us. They leap. I swing my head and knock it into a wolves. At the same time I kick out unsuccessfully. My head throbs. Maria shrieks again, her eyes wide in terror. The second wolves teeth lock on my windpipe. Its like there is a steel knife imbedded there. I wheezed, kicking out frantically but uselessly. "Run" I barley managed to gasp the words out. I knew she wouldn't get far. I could only hope she would get out of here. I dropped to the floor, throwing all of my weight at the hard packed dirt. Rolling, I tried to crush the stupid thing. My head swirled, the world turned around me. I was going to die. But I didn't. I heard Maria whinny in pain a little bit away. I lifted my head in pure fury and slam it back down with all of the strength I had left. The wolf let go with a yowl. I gasped for breath, and my lungs felt like they where spasming. I struggled to my feet, trying to regain the air I had lost. Everything around me seemed fuzzy and my lungs felt like they had shrunk or that I was breathing through a coffee straw. Finally when my vision cleared Maria had begun to let out shrieks of pain."Sammy!" she cried. I didn't have time to respond. They were going to pull her apart. I remember charging straight at them, not even thinking about how badly it could go. I grabbed the first wold by the scruff, (I was only a yearling) and tugged him away from her, hard. I kicked out at the second one, knocking him away. I wasn't so lucky with the next. It came sailing at me. The last thing I saw was blood. A mixture of my blood with Maria's. The last thing I saw was a wolf grasping her lungs, and blood pouring from everywhere on her body. "Sammy!" the last word I heard her say. I screamed in pain as the wolves claws raked my eyes. I stumbled backwards, calling for Maria. "Maria! MARIA!" I continued to call, kicking blindly. Some of the wolves managed to bite me and claw me, but I guess they already got their meal of the day. I finally stopped calling. She was dead. Emotions swirled before me, twisting my guts into a big, awful, messy knot. Guilt, grief, sorrow, horror, anger. It all made my head throb. I ran. I don't know if I ran out of grief or anger or sadness, but I know I cried and I couldn't see. I was blind.

As the years went by, the scars across my eyes faded. But the horror of it all continues to haunt me, never to fade away. There is only so much that time can erase, this isn't one of those things.

Art:

ref: Position. (The ref pic is not mine at all in any way, all rights belong to original owner. was NOT traced, I promise.)

[eleutheromaniac.]

can I do more than one art peice?

[noreptiles_]

can I do more than one art peice?

Sure <3

[Schainukan]

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►Owner:◄
Schainukan

►Name:◄
Yasu
(=calm)



►Gender:◄
Stallion

►Age:◄
6.5 Years

►Personality:◄
Yasu is probably a SR with a very unique personality which is almost at times the opposite of itself, enough to seem like a split personality, which it isn't, in fact. He is a very closed up and quiet, almost isolated kind of horse. You'll see him mostly alone by himself, being so secretive as usual, being the lone wolf, but is that really the truth? Is it him, that wants to be alone? No, it isn't. The truth is, he's incredible shy and doesn't know well how to start talking with others, even more so as he can't see. This SR is social awkward, some might say, hidden inside himself. And yet, he want to be with the others and chat, don't be lonely anymore, something that is hurting him badly in fact. Yasu never was very talkative and it only adds up with him being distrustful because of his past, afraid to get hurt again. And even though the stallion tries so hard to make friends at times, goes out of his way so much and chit chats with large crowds, it just seems none will stay in his life. None remembers him or is interested in him enough to become friends. It's eating him up from the inside, this loneliness, devastating really. But, would one try, they would so, once trusted, that he's only a frozen flower, waiting for spring to come to bloom and open up, show its prettiness to the ones that are worthy of taking their time and wait. Yasu is very outgoing actually, friendly, honest and polite. In fact, funny and childish, spontanous and trustworthy. He does anything to his beloved ones, protects and helps them to the best of his abilities, a loyal fella until dead. This Feliquid is far from being perfect, in truth, he has many deficits, but you'll greatly miss him once known. Yasu has a couple frights, getting afraid easily, his biggest fear is probably being left or another having taking his place. And yet, there are times he knows very well he has to be srong and brave, take the things into his own hooves and tep ahead, step forward. Yet, don't underestimate this equine, he may be weak at some points, but he does have a short-temper at times and can be a huge stubborn hot-head. Once Yasu made his mind up on something, it's hard to tell him otherwise or convince him. He does can get huffy and puffy, even snap at times, but most oftent his only happens if people speak foul about him or doesn't show any respect at all, making him upset. As everyone should get treaten equally. Yet, all in all, even if Yasu is a very calm and skittish SR, he's very nice and amusing and the bestest friend you can have, if you don't get him on a moody/bad day, that is.

►What does he remind you of?:◄
The truth? He reminds me an awful lot at a dark cave, his brindle resembling black stone spikes growing from the ground and the top with only a dim silver light shining through the entrance. This, also suits his personality greatly.

►Strengths:◄
Keep to oneself, being quiet, staying 'hidden', good listener, trustworthy, being stubborn, having an own mind, running, determined, a great memory and hearing.



►Weaknesses:◄
Shy, non-talkative, getting huffy, unlucky, being too stubborn and distrustful, quickly afraid, doubting himself.

►History:◄
Yasu was born to two very loving, but strict parents, if needed. He was blind since his birth, that's probably why he doesn't have that much of a huge problem with it. Yet, since his foalhood, he got bullied by the others. He was a quite outgoing and cheerful Feliquid, that ended quickly though as the others started to bad-mouth him. He lost his self-esteem and began to doubt himself bit by bit. The builling kept up even after his yearling years, causing him to close himself off and away from others, not wanting to get hurt more and more. And yet, it still hurt inside. Since then, Yasu always was bad to act and communicate with other equines or animals in general, always fearing to be hurt again. He's secretly yearning for the day he will find someone he can trust in again and believe, open up and stop hidding behind a face mask, restrainig himself and his true feelings. Such a someone Yasu is looking for, wishing for trufully. Unknowing if may there is already someone in the shadows and watching him already, carign for him.

►Poem:◄
Hiding my tears at night,
This sightless eyes seeing no light,
There is no chance to make a change.

Those faked smiles,
Saying: I'm alright,
The truth is denied.

Just when will it change,
When will the stars start to shine,
And bring me the one to take my hand.

The truth is caged within,
May one day there will be a knight,
To soothe my arching heart.

►Art:◄
Digital
Traditional

[noreptiles_]

Yes, I'll extend it till next week on the 24, is that enough time?