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EDIT: I got him!! YAY.

This is my entry for 's adoptables located here [link]

I ended up working on this for like...two weeks off and on. I'm pretty happy with the end result. Getting better at shading!

LOTS of text ahead, so read at your own risk!

ref is 's
demented nightmares belong to
and this design belongs to

Oh and

Name:
Callous Cerberus
Breed:
Disturbed Nightmare x QH
Gender:
Stallion
Age:
7 Years
Height:
15.2 hh
Appearance:
Mealy Bay, more towards a Friesian build. Glowing green eyes with a false pupil, the white circle on the eye being the true pupil. Tooth looking marking under eye, the same color as dorsal stripe. Large mouth with sharp yellow teeth, with a light blue tongue. Curly mane and tail, while both eventually become icy snow. Lower legs are encircles by always moving icy snow, much like feathers.
Markings:
Greenish square zig zags down his shoulders turning into a dorsal stripe.
Temperament:
Cold and uncaring - much like a barren, icy wasteland. It does not care about you, but it causes horrible loneliness and you will most likely die from it.
Orbs:
Three Orbs – Ice, Smoke and Fire
Ice – Very similar to Cal’s personality and feathering, this orb is partially consisted of icy snow. But what this orb does is something really interesting – Cal uses it as a way to stop his prey. When the orb comes near someone, that person or animal is overcome with crippling, suicidal depression.

Smoke – This orb is composed of black smoke, and works in conjunction with the ice orb. After the victim is completely paralyzed with depression and has no will to live, the black smoke orb comes in and rips the soul out of the body, and that is how Cal eats his daily supply of souls! Then the body is left to be viciously devoured by the beast, preferably in front of family and friends on the deceased.

Fire – The fire orb represents a part of Cal that is not seen to often – his rage. While he tends to control it very well and keep a cold as ice complexion, there are times when Cal goes into complete and total psychotic episodes. There are once in a blue one (one a year usually), but when they do occur they are like a holy rain down of God’s fire upon the Earth. It is rather easy to tell when he is close to one of his episodes, however, because the orb becomes brighter and brighter the more momentum it has inside of it.

Discipline:
Three Day
Sire X Dam:
Alsike x Unknown QH
History:
There seemed to be a rain cloud over SLF Stables as of late. Sara began to stay more and more in her comfortable ranch house, and left the horses she had to the handlers. They weren’t being neglected, not by far, but everyone seemed to feel an absence of cherry intelligence now that Miss Sara wasn’t always around, making sure everyone was happy and doing their job correctly.

But what was she doing in that house of hers? The really quick answer: absolutely nothing. Some of the older handlers knew that Miss Sara went through these depression spells every so often – she couldn’t help it. But as weeks pasted, even those handlers were a little confused as to what was keeping the lady from what she loved. A few of them even rounded up some little trinkets and story from the barn – and trooped to the house to check up on Miss Sara.

Within the confines of her three bedroom home, Sara had no company. She wasn’t very good in the family department, seeing as most of her relatives had died at early ages a few years ago. The few she had left were very successful in their own lives, and didn’t have time to actually live with Miss Sara on her estate. The group of two older male groomers and a plucky younger female trainer knocked on the door of her house politely. With no response, the slightly worried group proceeded into the house – to find Miss Sara in her kitchen. There was no danger, as they had thought. However, Sara was slowly eating a bowl of cereal with a glazed over look on her face. If she hadn’t been moving, they would have thought her dead.

With worried eyes, the friendly faces of her associates tried to wake Miss Sara up. They tried a couple different things to try and rise her spirits into responding:

”Miss Sayra! You neva believe what happayned to-day! Chayse came into the paydock to-day, and almost flipped himself over, he bucked so hard!”

Nothing.

”Sara! Dre has to be giving a new feeding regiment, I think the timothy hay is giving him a little bit of a reaction we don’t want.”

A flicker, but nothing.

Then the newer girl, not as used to being around Sara as the other, older stable hands, looked at the blonde woman meekly and tried to think of something to say. Then the thought occurred to her. “Why don’t we go and find a new horse to buy, Miss Sara?”

That...had worked! The glaze was gone from her eyes, and Sara looked to the girl. “You know, I think that is a splendid idea. I will check the local papers and see what I find. Won’t all of you come with me, when I find an ad?”

All of the handlers nodded, and Sara looked like she was back to her old self.

Three days past, with no sight of Miss Sara. But on the fourth day, the blonde lady herself came striding down to the stable, with a Horse Trader in her hands. “Guys, I found something I’m really interested in! It says, ‘SUPER RARE BREED. MUST SEE TO BELIEVE. ONLY FOR EXPERIENCED TRAINERS AND HANDLERS ONLY.’ Doesn’t that sound like fun, you guys?”

Both the older men clenched their jaws a little, but were not going to say anything in fear of sending Miss Sara down her depression hole again. So as they were all driving down to Twin Peaks Ranch, all three of Sara’s employees were a little afraid for themselves and their employer.

As Sara hopped out of the truck, she was met by a strange woman who put her a little off guard. The woman strode up to Miss Sara, and extended her hand. “Miss T.” Was what the woman said. Sara looked at the hand for a moment in confusion, but then joined it with her own hand. “Miss Sara Lynn. I hear you have some foals that you’re looking to get rid of?”

And with that, they walked to the field where the two foals had made home for themselves. Sara looked at them from afar, and could feel the chill running down her back from looking at the two…monsters. One was a very pretty blue roan with fire seeming to play around her legs, while the other was the one to really catch her eye. He was not as big as his sibling, but there was something about him that was more appealing to Miss Sara. In comparison to the other foal, he seemed almost normal. His yellow teeth were matched beautifully with his light blue tongue. His eyes seemed to tear into her very soul. But, in some far corner of her mind, Sara felt something in common with this ruthless creature. She had done some research about the Disturbed Nightmare breed, and knew all of what they were capable of. Then it was settled: she would take the little nightmare home.

Weeks and months past, and everyone started to get used to the idea of this monster being apart of SLF Stables. He would feed on smell rodents and the like most of the month, but Sara would bring him some large livestock to replenish his strength with at the end of the month. Most of the time it was a pig or cow of some kind, but sometimes she would splurge and get him something exotic, like a caribou. She even got him a moose once. Even though often Miss Sara would get hurt in the process, she and Cal – which is what she had ended up calling the cold beast – seemed to form some kind of pact. Cal tolerated her enough, and Sara did her best to make sure she didn’t kill herself training the stallion. As she worked with the Cal more and more, there were small quirks she started to notice about him. She had studied his most likely sire, Alsike, and found that Cal had taken some of his mannerisms. The way he liked to keep his tongue, for example. He was a bit haughty as well, but more in the way of not caring who you were or whether you existed – you didn’t matter to Cal.

Description

EDIT: I got him!! YAY.

This is my entry for 's adoptables located here [link]

I ended up working on this for like...two weeks off and on. I'm pretty happy with the end result. Getting better at shading!

LOTS of text ahead, so read at your own risk!

ref is 's
demented nightmares belong to
and this design belongs to

Oh and

Name:
Callous Cerberus
Breed:
Disturbed Nightmare x QH
Gender:
Stallion
Age:
7 Years
Height:
15.2 hh
Appearance:
Mealy Bay, more towards a Friesian build. Glowing green eyes with a false pupil, the white circle on the eye being the true pupil. Tooth looking marking under eye, the same color as dorsal stripe. Large mouth with sharp yellow teeth, with a light blue tongue. Curly mane and tail, while both eventually become icy snow. Lower legs are encircles by always moving icy snow, much like feathers.
Markings:
Greenish square zig zags down his shoulders turning into a dorsal stripe.
Temperament:
Cold and uncaring - much like a barren, icy wasteland. It does not care about you, but it causes horrible loneliness and you will most likely die from it.
Orbs:
Three Orbs – Ice, Smoke and Fire
Ice – Very similar to Cal’s personality and feathering, this orb is partially consisted of icy snow. But what this orb does is something really interesting – Cal uses it as a way to stop his prey. When the orb comes near someone, that person or animal is overcome with crippling, suicidal depression.

Smoke – This orb is composed of black smoke, and works in conjunction with the ice orb. After the victim is completely paralyzed with depression and has no will to live, the black smoke orb comes in and rips the soul out of the body, and that is how Cal eats his daily supply of souls! Then the body is left to be viciously devoured by the beast, preferably in front of family and friends on the deceased.

Fire – The fire orb represents a part of Cal that is not seen to often – his rage. While he tends to control it very well and keep a cold as ice complexion, there are times when Cal goes into complete and total psychotic episodes. There are once in a blue one (one a year usually), but when they do occur they are like a holy rain down of God’s fire upon the Earth. It is rather easy to tell when he is close to one of his episodes, however, because the orb becomes brighter and brighter the more momentum it has inside of it.

Discipline:
Three Day
Sire X Dam:
Alsike x Unknown QH
History:
There seemed to be a rain cloud over SLF Stables as of late. Sara began to stay more and more in her comfortable ranch house, and left the horses she had to the handlers. They weren’t being neglected, not by far, but everyone seemed to feel an absence of cherry intelligence now that Miss Sara wasn’t always around, making sure everyone was happy and doing their job correctly.

But what was she doing in that house of hers? The really quick answer: absolutely nothing. Some of the older handlers knew that Miss Sara went through these depression spells every so often – she couldn’t help it. But as weeks pasted, even those handlers were a little confused as to what was keeping the lady from what she loved. A few of them even rounded up some little trinkets and story from the barn – and trooped to the house to check up on Miss Sara.

Within the confines of her three bedroom home, Sara had no company. She wasn’t very good in the family department, seeing as most of her relatives had died at early ages a few years ago. The few she had left were very successful in their own lives, and didn’t have time to actually live with Miss Sara on her estate. The group of two older male groomers and a plucky younger female trainer knocked on the door of her house politely. With no response, the slightly worried group proceeded into the house – to find Miss Sara in her kitchen. There was no danger, as they had thought. However, Sara was slowly eating a bowl of cereal with a glazed over look on her face. If she hadn’t been moving, they would have thought her dead.

With worried eyes, the friendly faces of her associates tried to wake Miss Sara up. They tried a couple different things to try and rise her spirits into responding:

”Miss Sayra! You neva believe what happayned to-day! Chayse came into the paydock to-day, and almost flipped himself over, he bucked so hard!”

Nothing.

”Sara! Dre has to be giving a new feeding regiment, I think the timothy hay is giving him a little bit of a reaction we don’t want.”

A flicker, but nothing.

Then the newer girl, not as used to being around Sara as the other, older stable hands, looked at the blonde woman meekly and tried to think of something to say. Then the thought occurred to her. “Why don’t we go and find a new horse to buy, Miss Sara?”

That...had worked! The glaze was gone from her eyes, and Sara looked to the girl. “You know, I think that is a splendid idea. I will check the local papers and see what I find. Won’t all of you come with me, when I find an ad?”

All of the handlers nodded, and Sara looked like she was back to her old self.

Three days past, with no sight of Miss Sara. But on the fourth day, the blonde lady herself came striding down to the stable, with a Horse Trader in her hands. “Guys, I found something I’m really interested in! It says, ‘SUPER RARE BREED. MUST SEE TO BELIEVE. ONLY FOR EXPERIENCED TRAINERS AND HANDLERS ONLY.’ Doesn’t that sound like fun, you guys?”

Both the older men clenched their jaws a little, but were not going to say anything in fear of sending Miss Sara down her depression hole again. So as they were all driving down to Twin Peaks Ranch, all three of Sara’s employees were a little afraid for themselves and their employer.

As Sara hopped out of the truck, she was met by a strange woman who put her a little off guard. The woman strode up to Miss Sara, and extended her hand. “Miss T.” Was what the woman said. Sara looked at the hand for a moment in confusion, but then joined it with her own hand. “Miss Sara Lynn. I hear you have some foals that you’re looking to get rid of?”

And with that, they walked to the field where the two foals had made home for themselves. Sara looked at them from afar, and could feel the chill running down her back from looking at the two…monsters. One was a very pretty blue roan with fire seeming to play around her legs, while the other was the one to really catch her eye. He was not as big as his sibling, but there was something about him that was more appealing to Miss Sara. In comparison to the other foal, he seemed almost normal. His yellow teeth were matched beautifully with his light blue tongue. His eyes seemed to tear into her very soul. But, in some far corner of her mind, Sara felt something in common with this ruthless creature. She had done some research about the Disturbed Nightmare breed, and knew all of what they were capable of. Then it was settled: she would take the little nightmare home.

Weeks and months past, and everyone started to get used to the idea of this monster being apart of SLF Stables. He would feed on smell rodents and the like most of the month, but Sara would bring him some large livestock to replenish his strength with at the end of the month. Most of the time it was a pig or cow of some kind, but sometimes she would splurge and get him something exotic, like a caribou. She even got him a moose once. Even though often Miss Sara would get hurt in the process, she and Cal – which is what she had ended up calling the cold beast – seemed to form some kind of pact. Cal tolerated her enough, and Sara did her best to make sure she didn’t kill herself training the stallion. As she worked with the Cal more and more, there were small quirks she started to notice about him. She had studied his most likely sire, Alsike, and found that Cal had taken some of his mannerisms. The way he liked to keep his tongue, for example. He was a bit haughty as well, but more in the way of not caring who you were or whether you existed – you didn’t matter to Cal.