[the legend leg]

Owner: legend.
Horse's Name: Ete
Height: 15.3hh
Gender: Mare
Rarity: Uncommon
Bad Personality Description: Shes stubborn, and will not give up on anything she wants/ wants to pursue.
Favorite Color: a soft pink/red
And Why?: Even though, in her old herd, she was believed to be the some what toughest mare in the herd, she really was, but was also hiding a part of her. She was also the sweetest mare ass well, usually when shes alone, she would day dream about EVERYTHING & ANYTHING. She was a sweet-heart
How Have You Tamed Him/Her?: No, not yet, but I might be getting close. I am trying to earn her trust, and I think im almost there.. But as you know, shes a strong, stubborn, and never giving up kind of mare.

[preppy paws]

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Silas
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A Greek name, meaning 'from the forest'.

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15.3hh

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Silas is a stallion.

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Uncommon

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Silas is a hurricane, and wherever he goes, wreckage follows.

He picks fights with other stallions to prove his dominance, and lets his victories fuel his huge ego. Over the years, he's learned a few tricks to put up his metaphorical sleeve, and almost always comes out on top of the pack. He's a bit narcissistic, and Silas is always thinking about how a situation could benefit himself. If you're no use to him, prepare to get dumped, because he's trying to put himself at the top of the pyramid of life. He's usually seen as insufferable and selfish by the other mustangs.

Silas also has the childish habit of always wanting to be in the spotlight. He wants all eyes drawn to him when he goes anywhere, and this can lead to some comical temper tantrums when he believes someone is 'stealing' his limelight. This usually results in him pouting in a corner for the next half hour, until he can regain his dignity.

Overall, Silas is a very problematic stallion.

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His favorite color is red. To be specific, the red that stains the ground after a fight. Not his own, of course, but the opponent. It's his favorite color because it connects all his opponent- no matter who's blood it is, they all share the same life force that he, the victor, splattered across the desert sand. It sweetens the victory for him, knowing he has the power over life and death. He never kills his opponent though, because he finds the process messy and distasteful, with the added fact that even though he likes to mess with other stallions, he finds death a very scary reality.

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The ranch was emptier than you thought it'd be.

You signed up to volunteer at this desert ranch a half an hour away from your house over the summer. You weren't doing anything but staring at the light of your laptop, so you figured you might as well spend your time wisely. The ranch was old, but it had recently been bought and re-furbished, and they needed voulenteers to take care of the animals that lived there.

After you had gotten set up and given the job of sweeping a porch, the owner of the ranch took you on a tour. She was obviously very proud of the ranch, even though you saw nothing but a few goats and dust.

That's when you saw a smear of white gallop through a corral in the back. Turning quickly after seeing the streak from the corner of your eye, you could see a stallion in a fenced - in pasture. You tapped the owner's shoulder - people called her Stride, but you honestly doubted that it was her real name- you pointed to the stallion.

"I thought those things were only a myth." You said breathlessly. She only laughed, before giving a sharp whistle. The stallion turned it's head towards her, before walking towards you both. It seemed to glare at you, before gently butting his head into Stride's shoulder. Giving him a few pats, she turned back to you.

" His name's Silas, but we call him Sil. He's a jealous little guy, isn't he?" She asked you, hand still slowly stroking Silas' neck. You honestly wouldn't call the stallion a 'little guy', because he was huge and practically made of muscle, but instead of discussing this, you just gave her a weak smile and a thumbs up. One thing still bit at the edge of your mind, though.

"Aren't they supposed to be, like, dangerous? How'd you tame him?" You ask, giving a small scoot away from Silas, but you stayed in close hearing range.

Stride seemed to be thinking hard. Nodding her head, she smiled. "I'll tell you how I tamed him."

"When I first bought Silas, he was an ornery wreck. There are small herds of normal ponies that get rounded up each year, and he got caught up with the other, common horses. Farmer sold him to me for fifteen bucks, it was so cheap because he had so many horses there. Fool didn't know he had an urban legend living in his barn."

"Silas tried turn around and headbutt me the first time I let him into a pasture. I'm not much of a runner, but I sprinted for my life that day. I was honestly just considering to let him go, try to get my fifteen bucks back. I was loosing my employees left and right, which is quite frankly, why I had to hire you. I had not clue what to do. Every time I'd come out there, he'd run at me like he was going to hit me with his head and send me flying, or kick me straight into next week. What was I supposed to do? But, that's when I had an idea."

"The next morning, I went outside and stood in the middle of the pasture. When he came to headbutt me, I stood still, braced for impact like I was about to get hit by a car, which I sort of was. When Silas realized I wasn't moving, he slowed down and stopped before he hit me. We stood there for a while, just looking at each other. When I finally offered him my hand, he sniffed it instead of trying to bite it. It was like he was confused, and almost respected me for not hauling it and running away."

"That wasn't the end of our troubles, but it went mostly uphill from there. Now, he comes when I whistle. That just shows you that if you're as crazy as I am, you might just get a little farther in life." She finished patting Silas and smiled at you expectantly. You couldn't believe that the seemingly docile, if a little stand-offish, stallion before you was once a torrent of anger. You dart your eyes from Silas to Stride, and she gives gives you a smug look, which makes you grin a little.

"Wow." This apparently cracks her up, as she slides off the fence she's sitting on, and covers her face with her hands. Putting a hand on your back, she gently pushes you away from Silas' pasture.

"Alright, that was fun, but we haven't finished our tour yet."

I honestly felt like I was reading a book! This was so beautifully said and every detail you put in, where pictures in my head to exact.
Wishing I had those skills.
I adore the description you put down for his favorite color x3

Another story had a close call with yours, but overall, I liked the effort that was as well put in to your form.
Thank you all so much for entering <3

[stride]

omg thank you so much <3

everyone's forms were really great c: