Final call Judging starts Tomorrow Night US time.

Thank you Serpentine I'm glad you like her ^_^

X3 aw i adore her history and how they met, her personality is really sweet, and i love her design as well.

A year later after the fire her mother died leaving her with nothing but herself. She traveled for days on end looking for what she wasn't sure. A home? Family? She really wasn't sure. She walked and walked only to find herself being chased by cowboys who hoped to caught and sell her. Funny thing was she was fast on her hooves and the cowboys never stood a chance at catching her. She lead through trees and canyon only have them get lost and for her to find herself in new places far from her original home. She also met knew horse all the while avoiding stallions to keep from being caught and forced to stay. One herd though she had stayed near for a short time the stallion was a buckskin and his mate a painted mare. She would speak with her often and had become good friends with her though she was sad when she left the herd to keep moving on.

How they Met: At the age of 5 years old Harmony found herself in a valley again it reminded her so much of home and while she was looking around she came across the stallion she had seen so many years ago with her mother. At first she wasn't sure what to do she had wanted to met him the first time she had seen him. Seeing this as her chance she walked over to him and his herd. When he greeted her the first that came out of her mouth wasn't what she had wanted to say. "Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" When these words came from her mouth she quickly tried to correct herself only to find herself making a bigger fool of herself. If horses could blush she would have been beat red with embarrassment. Thankful he didn't take it badly like she thought her mite. In the end she found it really easy to talk with him and enjoyed it alot. She joined his herd and had made friends with the other mares.

History: Harmony was born to a beautiful pale colored mare who lived all alone a valley where a large oak tree rested. Her foalhood was a lonely one with only her mother to play with her. Once in awhile she would get to play with a another foal when other herds come by sadly though they had to be careful that the band stallion didn't try and take them. They loved there little place and had no reason to leave. The old oak tree that they lived under was Harmony's favorite thing about their home. She watched it change through the seasons and how the land filled with wild flowers.
Her happier day would come to an end though as she grew life seemed to grow more dangerous. One day a palomino paint stallion came into their little valley. She seen many horses before but he was different and even though she wanted to greet him her mother thought it wise to stay hidden. She watched him try to join other herds but only to be kicked out. Her mother had told her it was best to leave him be. She listened to her mother knowing she was a wise horse who had seen alot in her time. When the stallion passed leaving behind the little very valley and the herds. Harmony found herself wondering if he had found a herd of his own or not. Life went on for her and her mother but when a fire took over the land burning everything. They fled the valley only to watch the old oak be in golfed in flames. The fire left nothing but ashes and they were forced to leave their home.

Name: Harmony
Age: 6-7 years old
Breed: Spanish mustang/Barb
Personality: Harmony is a brave yet sometimes shy mare who shows respect only when it is given to her. She is a gentle soul but when someone messes with her family or even speaks badly about someone she care for she snaps. She doesn't let anyone push her around and she more than willing to confront danger. Even with all of this she is motherly loves learning new things about the world and the people around her. Some days though she can be a very sensitive and would rather be left alone to her thoughts. She is also a playful mare when it comes to foals and some people. Sometime even stubborn and can even at times make a fool of herself when meeting knew horses.

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Awww poopy :c. It's all good, she can be a mare in his herd then ^^

Love the her history, personality and how they met, but unfortunetly I'm looking for a character that is 100% of the contestants own work Snoops for his lead mare ^^'
but if you'd like she can be one of his brood mares or just a mare in his herd.

Credits - designed and rendered by SweetAngel ( can do a render myself if needed ^^ )

After about a year had passed, Kassie had once again found herself in Rabbit Hole territory. Though before she could go off, Odyssey stumbled upon her again, and this time, he was alone. Instantly recognising him, Kassie went into her little ' I'm boss ' mode, only to find that they were evenly matched. After several intense moments passed, they finally introduced themselves to each other, along with came an invitation for Kassie to join his herd. She considered this, and accepted, finding it a much better option than to continue wandering on her own. She eventually developed feelings for Odyssey and dreamed of becoming his lead mare, though being the stubborn one she is, the only one who knows about her feelings, is herself.

History: Born into the Cimarron herd, you'd think that a filly wouldn't have all that much to worry about, especially being the lead mare's neice. Kassie was a very paranoid filly, always worrying and on the lookout for any threat of danger to herself and others. Because no one took her seriously, she developed the side of her that is very mothering. The only one who actually listened to her worries ( though he didn't do anything about them ) was her cousin Spirit. He would stop and listen each time she rambled on about something or other that seemed ' dangerous ', though he took it with a grain of salt. As Kassie grew older, her paranoia almost ceased to exist, though she was still mothering and protective. Naturally, when Spirit ran off to investigate the rustlers, Kassie followed him and tried to get him to come back, warning him of the dangers of humans. As usual, he paid no sincere attention to her worries and ended up getting himself caught. While he was being led away, Kassie managed to get a last word to him, " I told you so. ".
After that, Kassie tried to find her way back home, though failed miserably. She wandered around aimlessly, though this time alone gave her plenty of time to think. Spirit had not listened to her, nobody ever did, and this was when she vowed to make them listen to her, even if they didn't want to. She now made herself a force to be reackoned with.


How they Met: While on her travels, Kassie stumbled upon the Rabbit Hole. Thinking it was the Cimarron territory, she galloped full on into the territory, only to run smack into Odyssey himself and one of the band stallions while they were on patrol. Confused, she asked them who they were and what they were doing in Cimarron territory, only after realizing that this wasn't her homeland. Embarrassed, though not willing to show it, Kassie apologized to them and walked back out of the territory before they could say anything. -c-

Name: Kaskae

Age: 7

Breed: Mustang

Personality: As her names suggests, Kassie acts as if she is boss. No matter the age, gender, breed, or species that approaches her, she is the boss and will not have it any other way. However, once you get past her large and in charge way of handling herself, she is quite the ' mother hen '. In her eyes, everyone is her offspring ( which helps explain her mothering and boss attitude ), no matter the age. She is especially protective of foals, highly stubborn, though loves to help others.

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thx serpentine

^^ i said before she's pretty :3

do you like my mare maggie?

Lugia : On the deadline

^^ love her Dkrvice love her detailed personality and her life, she pretty much fits all that odyssey was looking for in Design & bio alike.

when will you anouce the winners?

XD Thanks's Serpentine, and I agree. All of these mares are beautiful!!

Maxie-your character is simply beautiful!! I'm in love with her and her history.

T.T this is gonna be such a hard choice D: and it's coming up in 7 more days

Serpentine: X'D Well whoops, I didn't even notice, I can change that in a jiffy. I really only threw a few names together, so let me fix that ^^ Thanks! ^^ And anytime you wanna RP them in the future (if she wins, of course c I'm open to doing so.

XD Maxie : (maybe i am being protective of Coyote...but Coyote lady?) I am completely and utterly in love with her history other wise and how well you tied her story in with Ody's. Love how they met it's an instant RP idea and it's fun and adorable as well :3 oh XD and i like his nickname for her to

NCIS Love the bio and how they met, she's got a lovey design as well.

Kodi V I love the current design but look forward to seeing the new one too.

Kalista: Love her she soft design and colors. i love the way they met and how you tied it into her history.

Spiritruz : I like the colors you used for her and her design.

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XD basically so far you guys are making it really really hard for me to pick out even remotely whom will be his lead mare because they are all awesome so far.

"So, Boo, you're not from around here, are you?" His smile was perfectly crooked, and Bullet opened her eyes wide.

"Bulletproof," She reminded him tensely, before adding, "and, ah, no. Sorry." She said shortly, her head slightly off center and her hooves close together. He nudged her side and winked.

"Sorry about that."

"That was you?!" She exclaimed, jaw dropping. Odyssey laughed and changed the subject.

"My name is Odyssey. My herd lives here, and you know," He winked again and looked back, acting secretive. "I'm not sure if they'd appreciate a lone mare wandering into their lands and spying on them." Bulletproof snorted.

"I'm sure I'm not to worry about," She said glumly, mentally noting the racket she had made while crashing clumsily through the brush. Odyssey looked at her and spoke again.

"You said you're alone?"

"...Yeah..." she said, dreading the question to come.

"What?" He said, noting her unease.

"I've had a bad herd experience." She evaded. Ody shrugged.

"I don't care. You deserve a place to stay. I'm sure The Rabbit Hole would welcome you with open arms." Bulletproof looked at him incredulously, sizing up the pros and cons of this deal. She accepted hesitantly, following him as he turned face and began to walk back up the hill.

"So, Boo...where you from?" He joked, starting to run as she nipped at his mane in annoyance.

"Bulletproof!"

Bulletproof wanted to leave the premises but something continued to tell her to say. She began to expect Ody's arrival in her area as he made his daily rounds, and she watched him from her rough patch of brush. He wandered a bit further out every day; he seemed to be looking for something. But every time, he would flip that perfect mane and turn back, disappearing over a hill and back to his herd.

A month or so later, she decided to follow the brush up into the stallion's territory, trying to see what he was looking for so hard. She watched the herd's activities intently; there were a few foals obviously related to the pale golden king, and a few mares as well. A new herd. Bulletproof began to grow careless, and before she knew it, she found the stallion trotting her way with pricked ears. Obviously, she had been spotted. She crashed through the brush and away from the herd. Once she lost him, a crash into her side sent her rolling through the snow. She hadn't lost him after all, because she lifted her head and looked past the snow on her nose and say a pair of golden eyes staring back at her. At first, she was scared. She wouldn't stand a chance against the larger, streamlined male, so she stood and tried to look as tall as possible, trying to scare him off. When her frenzied haze wore off, she found the handsome stallion sporting a white-toothed grin that set her heart aflutter. He asked her what her name was, and she stuttered something that sounded like "Boo." He laughed a gorgeous laugh and flipped his mane, his golden eyes twinkling as he did so.

How They Met:

It was deep winter, and the green grasses were covered in a cold, white blanket of snow. She had trekked through the night's snowstorm and was utterly exhausted when she spotted a pale gold figure in the distance. It was Odyssey, no less, patrolling his territory and taking in the nature around him. She was going to turn and run the other way when something told her to pursue him, and quietly, with legs wobbly with exhaustion, she slipped through the snow and followed him into the forest, unseen.

Deeper in the forest, she stopped hiding and let herself be known, and Ody whipped around to find that he was only feet away from a bluish black mare with electric blue eyes. She stood tall and looked him in the eye, and said the only thing she knew how to say at the time: Hi. Ody's muscles untense quickly as he chuckled at the mare's suspenseful release, and Bullet smiled slightly back. Ody asked quietly where her herd was, and she told him in a very roundabout way that she was alone, trying to avoid the question of joining his herd. He smiled and flipped his gorgeous curly mane over, framing his face perfectly, and Bullet's face grew hot. She turned tail and ran quickly out of his sight, into the dense, snow covered brush on the other side of the field. Odyssey followed her as best as he could, but he gave up and watched her lop her way into hiding.

Rain, however, changed all of that. Bullet had been off at a stream taking a drink and calming her nerves when she heard a soft whinny behind her. Rain stepped beside her with a flourish and stared into the silver water, taking in her reflection and gaining Bullet's trust. Rain's sweet nature and calm demeanor earned her Bullet's trust, and Rain began to talk to her lightly and playfully. Bullet decided to give this mare the time of day, so as the sun fell she began to return the playful banter and chat suavely. Rain began to delve deeper into this mysterious dark mare's past, and once the two realized that they had both come from the same village and knew the same people, they never looked back. They met by the same stream every day and began to know each other better. Rain was the first soul other than River Wood that she let in, that she truly formed a real bond with and trusted. Her depression was gone, and the next chapter of her life was a happy and vibrant one.

A half a year after her seventh birthday, however, tragedy struck. Spirit and Rain's only foal was found dead under some bushes near Bullet's favorite stream, and because she was so secluded and reserved to the rest of the herd, she was blamed for it. Spirit and Rain both knew it wasn't her, that she had been framed, but for the mental health of the herd, they had to run her out of the Cimmaron lands forever. Bullet didn't blame them, and other than loosing her only friend in the world, she was happy to be rid of the cold herd.

Bullet wandered far for the next few months of her life, trying to find her purpose in life. She wasn't a Lakota horse. She couldn't be a Calvary horse or a Show horse. She couldn't live in the Cimmaron herd. Where was this foggy fate leading her? She had decided that fate wanted her to be a lone mare until she met one special stallion that seemed to change her life forever.

By this time, Bullet had passed her fifth birthday, and they all figured she was well ready to produce a quality foal to take her place as show horse. Bullet prevailed, however, fending off all attempts at breeding until they all but gave up on her. It was then that they realized one stallion had succeeded, and when the foal was born months after Bulletproof's sixth birthday, it was revealed to be the Colonel's own stallion, one of the most prized in the entire Calvary area. As it was, however, the Calvary no longer found use for the stubborn, free-spirited mare, so they gave the young foal to a seregent mare and set her off on her own, back into the wild.

Bullet, who had long since accepted that as her true name, fell into postpartum depression, for she had been seperated from the foal too early without even mothering it for herself. This was a very grey time of her life, she doesn't remember much, up until the day she came face to face with esteemed Spirit of the Cimmaron Herd, and his lovely lead mare Rain. She was accepted for a short time into the herd, but she didn't feel at home.

Her little slice of heaven was lost one fateful day. She had been grazing far away from the village after an especially tiring and frustrating day with Little Creek when she heard the first gunshot. The village was again being raided for it's horses, but the only one they managed to pick off was, of course, Nightshade. It was all fun and games until she killed a man by beating him off his horse and landing on his skull, cracking it open and continuing to run. The Calvary men, in the absence of the Colonel, were then out for blood. Gunshots rang out in the air all around her, but she dodged each and every one of them, and the men were dumbfounded. The Colonel arrived and made them cease fire, telling them she had earned her life and bestowing upon her the name "Bulletproof," for her feat of dodging each and every of the Calvary's rounds. She was corraled into the Calvary bounds and placed in a stall, were she fell asleep nearly instantly because of exhaustion.

If she thought Little Creek's methods were difficult, she was sadly mistaken.

The Calvary had decided to break her and use her for a show horse, they thought she was a sure winner. But they were mistaken as well, because she was extremely clumsy and stubborn, not allowing a bridle nor saddle to be put upon her, and nipping anyone who dared try to groom her mane or tail. She often went days without food or water, much like Spirit, in an attempt to break her and make her bend to their will, but she was impossible to break. After months upon months of harsh treatment and slick tactics, they begrudgingly gave up and decided her to be a breed mare.

History:

Bulletproof was born in Little Creek's village to River Wood, a very close friend of the Chief's wife; her birth name was Nightshade. She was a widow, so her two horses (now three) meant the world to her. She would let them free by day in a field rich in apples and warm grasses, and by night she would sleep with them right on the other side of her sheer tent. When the winters were too cold, the widow would sneak the horses into the Chief's horse quarters late at night with a pile of sweet apples; they were spoiled more than any other horses in the quaint little village.

When Nightshade was nearly three, she began to train with Little Creek in his little breaking and training ring. She rejected the paints at once, and after many weeks of attempts Little Creek gave up. He moved on to other trainings, but she just didn't take. Stubborn as she was, she would occasionally allow her beloved River Wood to mount her bareback and walk her through the vibrant woods as the woman grew older. But she just wouldn't allow Little Creek to use her in that way.