This is Halloween [ HALLOWEEN! HALLOWEEN! ]

[Neon Fox :D]

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[atrb=background,http://i1096.photobucket.com/albums/g324/blackveilbrides_fox/halloweenbackground.jpg] Name: Halloween Breed: Arbian Age: 2 months Height: 15.2hh [ When grown ] Coat Color/Special Markings: Black, small white star Eye Color: Dark brown, almost black. Personality: Halloween is a naive little child. Always so curious about the world, and surrounded by the immortality of it's gentleness. She doesn't know of the bad that awaits her in the years to come. For this lack of knowledge, she is playful, always romping around, not knowing the consequence it may bring to attract such attention to herself. Halloween is often times lost in her own world. She day dreams alot, and unlike most fillies, she tends to wander around. She has an adventurous side, and will explore everything she can. She loves the thrill of adventure, and in most scenarios, her curiosity gets the best of her. It's this spark of wonder and questioning that gets her into more trouble than most foals would get into. Even still, she is wise. She is quickly able to tell you how something works, and why it works that way. Her mother, a trained dressage mare, use to put things in front of the filly, just to try to calm her curiosity. However, she soon found her daughter explaining how the object worked, what it was used for, and even explained to her mother how to improve it, though she'd never seen the object before. However, her father, a wise black stallion, had never been trained. He was a wild and reckless as a hurricane. He had known many things by listening to conversations between humans, and often times passed this down to his beloved daughter. History: Halloween was born on the outskirts of a small town, not far from where wild horses were rumored to run. Her mother, a champion dressage mare, was a magnificence to behold! She had a sleek black pelt, with no white markings. She was stunning and graceful. Her father, a rugged black stallion with a simply white star on his forehead, and two white socks, one on his left-front hoof, the other diagonal to the front. He was a free-spirit. Wise. Strong. Handsome. Halloween was destined to be the next champion dressage mare, and it was also planned that she would perform in show-jumping since her legs were long for an arabian. However, her mother longed for freedom, only because she had once roamed these very lands as free as a bird with new wings! Despite her once wild nature, she was gentle, and enjoyed the company of the humans. They took very good care of her, and her beloved daughter. She was tired of working, however, and wanted to run! One night, during a terrible storm, shortly after her daughter's coming only one month earlier, Halloween decided it was the right time to break free of his blissful prison. Watching the humans open and close her stall door had taught her a few tricks. In a quick tug-and-pull the latch clanked against the wooden door, and it swung open. The mare moved from her stall, tossing her dial in agitation. Halloween perched close to her heels. The spring air flowed through the open stall windows, and Halloween shuddered. She longed for the comfort of her stall, but followed her mother as any foal would do. Her mother's agitation stirred whenever she realized that the barn doors were closed for the night. She pawed at the concrete floor with her shod hooves and neighed loudly, standing close to the door. Other horses began to neigh, and soon, the whole barn was a mess of noise. The loud footsteps of the humans were heard rushing toward the doors as the horses continued to cause a clatter of noises. Halloween's mother pranced in place, and as soon as the doors opened, she bolted, and Halloween had to struggle to keep up. The humans quickly ran inside the barn, saddling their fastest horses to catch the prized mare and filly, but it was too late. Halloween's mother found them refuge in a small cave. It was warm inside, and Halloween fell asleep at her mother's feet in a matter of minutes. The run had been long and tiring for the month-old. However, this was just the beginning. A month in the wild proved to be heaven for the now two-month filly, despite the cold. She often ran around, chasing after whatever winter awakened animals happened to stir. Her mother grazed on the dead foliage constantly. However, her mother soon began to keep a quick eye on her precious daughter, as she felt something bad was about to happen. Other: My post is gonna start from this. xD This is Halloween. Halloween. Halloween.