Wilder
Show Name: cyclotrimethylenetrinitramine
Barn Name: Wilder
Color: palomino tobiano
Gender: stallion
Height: 13.3 hh
Age: 3 years
Parents: foundation
Personality: Shy | Warms up | Quick-witted | Intelligent
Wilder is shy because he doesn’t like being embarrassed or messing up. He tries his best to prevent mistakes. When he warms up, his humor and fun side comes alive. His guards come down and he’s not so afraid of failure. Wilder is very quick-witted and always has his two cents to put into the conversation. He is very intelligent and wise. Wilder won’t give adviee unless asked but if there’s a conversation about anything of his interest, he will put in his thoughts, respectively.
Story: The moon glistened on the water as I slowly walked alongside the banks of the lake. The slow and rhythmic waves rushed across the shore as my friends and I scoped out our racing course. I was a young colt and eager to impress the pretty foals we were racing in front of. About once a month, all of the foals and colts would gather down by the water of the lake, promptly at midnight. I saw a shadow appear out of the tall cattails and out popped my crush, a tall, white foal. My friends looked at me and gave me shoves and nudges as I tried my best to play it calm and collect while this girl was making my heart thrust through my chest. As I approached the start line of our race, my stomach started churning and bubbles of gas started forming. Then, I saw her. She stepped in between my buddy and I. We both looked at her and she said "Girls can race too. Count me in." She smirked at both of us and then we all straightened our heads forward as the officiant stepped towards the start line. As the officiant said "Racers, to your marks", my intenstines growled with gas and my head started to spin. The officiant said "Get set". My stomach boiled. Then, I felt it coming on. The officiant yelled out "Go!" and that was the cue for my stomach to rip out the most boistrous and potent fart. My eyes got huge as everyone hesitated and looked over at me. I felt my skin start to burn as my crush started to laugh at me and soon everyone was. I ran off into the bushes as my best friend chased after me. That was the last race I ever attended and the last time I ever looked my crush in her eyes
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Friends:
Mate: Clementine
Lineage: lineage link
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Permission quote: m a r t y r. wrote: "I, m a r t y r ., give (the amazing) aray17 permission to use Florian in three breedings with his mate Ollie!"