[Vinson]

Username;; Vinson
Show Name;; Colors Turn To Gray
Barn Name;; Farrah
Gender;; Mare
Height;; 17 hh
1 Extra;; a bit of what her personality is based on

[Night Elf]

[b]Username Night Elf
[b]Show Name Sizzleing on the pan
[b]Barn Name Sizzles
[b]Gender Mare
[b]Height 12.3 hands

[legendari]

Username;; Legendari
Show Name;; Shameful Demise
Barn Name;; Jackie
Gender;; Mare
Height;; 16.3hh
Personality;; Jackie's cunning, sly, and brilliant. She's seems to always have a sarcastic, cutting edge to her tone [all the while managing to be slightly deadpan as well.] Her slyness enables her to perform any action, whether it be in the dead of the night or bright daylight - she can play a prank on anybody. Jackie hates it when things don't go her way, but manipulative skill and brilliance usually flips that around quickly. She makes up lies faster than lightning, always to her own benefit, always to cover up a different lie she told or something she did, and always a good one. Despite this, her lies are usually harmless. She predicts actions from horses. nature, and humans alike three steps before they happen. Her quick mind and wit enables her to calculate almost anything in a split second. She manages to switch personas quickly through a practiced skill of deception. Overall Jackie has a talent for quick thinking and sarcasm.

[Rescue2001]

Username;; tomijojo
Show Name;; a angel in disguise
Barn Name;; glory
Gender;; Mare
Height;; 13.2
1 Extra;; (if written, 700 word max)

Short story:
Glory use to be a very mean horse, she hated men. She always thought they were evil only because of one that she saw. This man was awful he worked at this ranch that she lived at, he didn't like horses one bit but he did it only for the money. What he would do is tie the horses back foot to their front foot. He did this to her only twice for she was feed up with it, when he went to do it the third time she refused, she wouldn't even let him touch her. When he Tryed to grab her she bit him after that he started wiping her until the owner saw and had the cops arrest the man. After that a bunch of the horses were sold including her and now this is where she is

[saorsa]

Username;; skyy.
Show Name;; Superstitious Satisfaction
Barn Name;; Voodoo
Gender;; Mare
Height;;
1 Extra;; (if written, 700 word max)

[DarkestWerewolf]

Username;; DarkestWerewolf
Show Name;; Windows of the the world
Barn Name;; Splashed Angel
Gender;; Mare
Height;; 15hh
1 Extra;;
I regret absolutely nothing. xD

[Kagome963]

Username;; ~*Cuore*~
Show Name;; Lady of The Sdadows
Barn Name;; Davina
Gender;; Mare
Height;; 15.3hh
1 Extra;; Davina is a quiet girl living a very sheltered life. However, the extreme levels of restriction that have been placed upon her, has caused her to be hot-tempered. Davina seems to be used to getting her way, and when things go awry she is short-tempered. She has faced betrayal from her herd in the past, leading her to seek revenge against them. Davina's base personality seems to be that of a sweet girl longing for a normal life, however the events of her life have given her a dark side that she is not afraid to use, if the situation calls for it. She also has a manipulative side, as she tricked Marcel into keeping her at the church, so she could have a secret meeting with Elijah. Davina used to play the piano and enjoys listening to classical music such as Bach, Puccini and Mozart. Davina has shown regret over the fact that her immense power hurt people, even when she didn't mean to. She is shown to be a loyal, caring and sympathetic friend. When someone hurts her or anyone she cares about, she won't rest until she makes them pay.

WIP

[S h e b s t e r]

Username;;S h e b s t e r
Show Name;;Blue Suede Shoes
Barn Name;; Blue
Gender;; Mare
Height;; 15hh
1 Extra;;

Halter: Something with Blue.

[certified]

Wasn't gonna try out, but I can't get over this beauty!! c:
Username;; CertifiedFreak1620
Show Name;; Through Blood by Thunder
Barn Name;; Andesine (After some red mineral)
Gender;; Mare
Height;; 16.2 hh
1 Extra;; (Story from her P.O.V.)

My mom always told me to not take anything for granted, even the dirt that got stuck in our hooves. I never truly understood until one night, when I was just three, my father passed and I was devastated. I don't know why, because I never did much with him, as he was a work horse. He plowed fields most of his life but was as healthy as ever.
When I did spend any time with him, it was to water his beloved roses. He never talked about much, in fact, he seemed kind of gloomy. Almost like he was lonely or scared of being happy. And it made me feel bad for him. There was, of course, times where he'd tell a story about how he met mom and how I came to be or what true working was, or he'd tell small stories with a built in lesson.
He called me his budding flower.
I didn't really know what else to talk to him about, so sometimes I'd go on about the other horses that I'd met in the field or the games I had learned to play that day, or the messes I made and how mad mom got.
She didn't like mud in our hay very much.
He always complimented me. Told me I was beautiful even when the days games had matted my mane and tail and dirt had covered my hooves and you could barely see my eyes. He always complimented those too, my eyes. Told me they were the first thing anyone would notice about me and how they reminded him of a cloudless sky. He told me they were perfect. And it made me feel wonderful.
It was pleasant for a while. Never noticed a change in him, but I was also young then. Maybe just ignorant. Maybe I didn't want to see it.
But then on a day he didn't normally work, I asked to go visit him and his roses. But when I went to go meet him by his flowers, he wasn't there. So I trotted over to the fence that separated the working field from the horse pasture. And he wasn't there either. Nor in the stables. And I couldn't figure out why.
I went back home to my mom, heart feeling a bid heavy that he didn't tell me he wouldn't be able to see me that day. I talked to mom about it and she explained to me what happened to dad..
She said someone came in and took him away. Not his body but his breath.
And it made me sad. I didn't understand why.
But he left me his roses.. And that's all I have left..
I guess I should've listened to mom, because she was right. I never really got to fully appreciate my father.

[Bayfire213]

Username;; klovesugar2
Show Name;; A Call to Arms
Barn Name;; Smoke
Gender;; Mare
Height;; 17.3hh
1 Extra;;

I walked down to the river bend,
Not believing this was the end.
I walked down to the river bend,
To wait for a long gone friend.

The soldiers are lying and sleeping, you see,
And no longer can they make use of me,
But this is all that I've ever known,
And this a side that they've never shown.

What shall I do? What can I do?
What can I do but to turn away?
For this is my battle no longer,
No place for horses in their fray.

Their steeds now that of steel,
Their blades replaced by fire,
And I'm no longer sure what to feel,
For this is my battle no more.

Where is the cavalry in this age,
Where have the brave ones gone?
Now that history's turned its page,
Where am I to go?

I walked down to the river bend,
Not believing that this was the end.
I walked down to the river bend,
Wishing for a long gone friend.

I still hear the gunfire, the shouts, and cries,
The thunder of hooves on the front lines,
How clearly I see when I close my eyes,
And dream that we're still at war.

Steadfast and stable,
So proud to be able,
To carry him through the war-
But this is my battle no more.

Yet the battle's not over,
This war isn't won-
They say it's all over,
But it's just begun.

For in wake of the war,
These things still remain,
Such bitter memories,
The future, they stain.

So I walked down to the river bend,
Not believing that this was the end.
I walked down to the river bend,
To honor the dreams of a friend.

What shall I do? What can I do?
What can I do but to follow through?
For this is the mantle I've so upheld,
And so help me sir, I still hear the bell.

Liberty's call a siren's song,
Freedom the cause we rallied to,
For its coming we've waited so long,
Yet not all intentions are just and true.

So is the crossroads I found myself at,
And it was truly no choice looking back,
To carry on the legacy left to me,
Though I longed for the rider I lost.

I walked down to the river bend,
Bowed my head, a prayer to send-
Oh, I walked down to the river bend,
With one last goodbye for a friend.

Now through the city I bolt and I plunge,
To bring justice unto the foulest of felons,
And until all trace of crime we can expunge,
I shall carry the candle which he left behind.

(The above is 440/700 words. Since I'm not sure how well my muse carried through; Smoke used to be a warhorse -Vietnam 2010 to 2014-, her previous rider perished shortly before the end, and she, unable to settle into life as a normal horse, has become a police mount to help maintain the peace. Altogether, the word count is now 503.)