Doric Delié
Call me Dorian
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15.3hh
Eye Color: Spring Green
Discipline: Cross-Country
Phenotype: Buckskin Rabicano Splash Overo
Genotype: EE/Aa/Crcr/RbRb/
Splspl/Oo
Slots
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1. Me​
2. Me
3. Me
4. Open
5. Open
Out of Piper
Get To Know Dorian!
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Goofy, playful and sometime downright idiotic, Dorian's been a trouble maker from the moment he touched ground. He's a great sport, rarely doing anything to push the buttons of others, and he'll do everything he can to ensure that other horses are always included.
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He and Morris are best buds, rarely letting the other out of their sight. He's also great friends with Hyas, Chavez and Hemlock.
Even though he tries his best to be respectful, he can sometimes cross a line, and so some of the quieter horses may shy away from him, but he has no downright enemies.
Winning Prompt: ​
This mother and foal duo are lost in the clearing after the crash! How are they both dealing with their predicament?
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With ears pricked and white legs carrying him with high steps, Dorian weaselled with ease through the crowd of horses, completely oblivious of their panic. Or, perhaps he did recognize their panic, but he didn’t care. He could hear his mother behind him, calling for him, but if she was close enough for him to hear her calls, he’d be safe enough.
Side-stepping around a particularly panicked mare, the colt continued on his trot of the clearing, bright eyes searching for interesting things that he had never seen before. He stopped, lowering his head to inspect a strange leaf, but, with the pause, his mother got too close, and, with a playful snort, he thundered forwards, kicking up his heels with a playful buck. This was the best game he had ever played, there was no way he was going to let her catch him now!
Wriggling between to horses that were far too close, knowing it would give him at least two length’s lead in this game of chase, he narrowly but blissfully ignorantly avoided the snapping jaws of one of the many stallions who wandered the clearing, not willing to let some arrogant colt annoy him freely.
Snorting playfully, skittering around the small clearing at a pace far too rapid for the space available, he bobbed between legs and around trees, having the absolute time of his life during the newfound freedom that he was enjoying.
Until he heard it. Sweet and lilting, gentle and melodious, the song that he knew so well stopped him in his tracks, causing him to skid to a halt. His mother’s melody, sung in the same sweet tones as he knew in the deep recesses of his memory. Nickering gently, as though apologizing for his misbehaviour, he began to lope back in the direction he had come from, returning to his mother’s side with a dipped, bashful head. Although he remained with his momma, with every strange sound or unusual sight, his head would shoot in that direction, ears pricked and legs longing to explore once again.