Two Sides of the Same Coin
Call me Merlin
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16.3hh
Eye Color: Frost Bite Blue
Discipline: Therapeutic Riding Horse
Phenotype: Black Minimal Splash
Genotype: EE/aa/Splspl
Slots
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1. Me​
2. Me
3. Me
4. Open
5. Open
The people believe in you... But that means nothing if you don't believe in yourself.
Get To Know Merlin!
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Merlin is a horse who goes through life like he's a thousand years old. He seems to have been through everything, barely batting an eyelid at new experiences. He's a fantastic character, great at being sassy while still being fantastic as his job. He's loyal, and wouldn't hesitate to throw himself in between something potentially scary and his friends.
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Reassuring and calming, he's one of the rare stallions who gets along with everyone in the stables. His closest friends - Freya and Mordred, specifically, are some of the rare horses to have seen the secret prankster side, and his unfortunate mate, Arthur, has more often than not been the brunt of those pranks. He and Arthur absolutely detested each other the first time met, and since then the pair have become utterly inseparable.
Winning Prompt!
Tell me if this boy enjoys the winter weather!
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Merlin absolutely detests the winter.
For some, the winter brings calmness, the quiet of a world muted by snow bringing peace to their minds. However, Merlin much prefers the birdsong of spring, the winds of autumn, even the sheer noisiness of the summer bugs. The somber silence of winter brings absolutely no sort of joy to the stallion.
And the cold. Merlin hates nothing more than going out of the stables on a chilled winter morning, the sharp bite of winter’s breath immediately paining the tips of his ears or the pink of his muzzle. Even when his body can be warmed by the thick blankets, his muzzle, ears, base of his tail and legs will still be bared to the elements, and nothing hurts worse than cold ears that you just can’t warm up. The only saving grace of winter is how warm and snuggly the stable becomes.
The worst part about winter for Merlin, though, is not the biting cold, or even the muffling silence. It’s the illnesses. He’d be lucky if he only met one sick human on any given winter day, the constant sniffles and racking coughs plaguing each human at least once during the season. He wouldn’t mind, if the humans would stay away until their sickness have faded, but nothing makes his skin crawl and tests his patience worse than when the human on his back sneezes... and immediately pets his neck. Ew.