Owner: kendra kat
Name: brown sunshine
Gender: male
Price:

Quick question. You say favorite vacation spot, but the form says planet. Which one is it?

Firedancer77 wrote:Quick question. You say favorite vacation spot, but the form says planet. Which one is it?

Woops! I had used the form from one of my old contests. Fixed it!

PTP Name: Max
PTP Gender: Male
PTP Rarity: Uncommon
PTP's Favorite Vacation Spot: a jungle with waterfall like that one

Oh wow! Thank you so much gator!
Her name will be 'beware the war maiden - lady sif' and if her halter could be something that a war horse might wear, that would be epic. Just be creative c:

I'll get started taming her as soon as i get access to a computer

-First encounter still brainstorming
-Adjusting to the new home difficulty adjusting to limited space? Aggressive nature
-Introduction of the halter takes awhile to get used tovit, constantly tries to take it off, eventually likes it, but is still frustrated
-Meeting a friend Becomes friends with thor, similar personalities
-Gaining your horses trust gains trust by giving
Lady sif freedom. Sif comes back and something magical happens...? Later brainstorming
-First time with saddle She likes it because it means she can explore more, plus it mades her feel strong. Takes thir showing her its okay to calm her down at first
-Ground work (work done without someone in the saddle)
-First ride
-Free spot (you may choose your own topic for this last one. It can be placed anywhere in the order above or it can be the last piece you do. up to you ^.^ )

Okie, I'll get to the war horse halter sometime today ^-^

Username: Great ;

Name: O̱keanós Ángelos // Arariel, O̱keanós Ángelos meaning 'ocean angel' in Greek.

Gender: Stallion

Halter color: inspired by this, with gold buckles and a golden horseshoe on the cheekstrap.

Personalty: Arariel generally appears as a rather secretive and anti-social horse. He prefers to keep his distance from the others, and to watch instead of being shoved right into the action. Sometimes he may appear a little lost at sea; but Arariel always knows where he is going. He is easy to please, and often notices small acts of kindness whether directed towards him or others; and often gifts those he favors. Though Arariel is a generally down-to-earth and gentle tolter, he is easy to anger and difficult to calm down.

Your first encounter where you realized that this was a angel tolter?:

It was a rather warm day; the sun, for once, was shining proudly above, chasing away the typical shadows that lurked ground-level. I was gathered, with quite a number of other people; clustered under the awning of a large covered arena to escape the sun’s heat, aching for a cool breeze. Before me passed many horses; coats gleaming with sweat as they were paraded one by one around the arena, all hounded with bids. I was planning to take something home; but at this rate, I wouldn’t even get a chance to bid.

Three large stallions caught my eye; one after the other they trotted in, muscles contracting and extending under supple skin. The first two went fast, but people seemed a bit hesitant to bid on the third-as was I. The stallion was the largest I had seen; tall, well-muscled too. His coat was a unique blue roan, pristine white stockings stretching to his knees, and a large tovero marking that to me looked like a wing crossed over his neck, shoulder, and barrel. He should have gone for a very high price, very fast-but there was something about him. Maybe it was the way his pale, pale eyes flickered over the crowd, or the way his head was held like he was royalty; whatever it was, the stallion had managed to put all of the audience in a trance-like state.

Some managed to snap out of it and raised their cards; as did I. Before I knew it, I had bought a beautiful stallion with an entrancing aura, who continued to hold his head high as he completed his circle in the sand, hooves leaving perfect marks. The strangest thing was that, even on a scorching day like this, water polled in his hoof prints and his only. My mind flickered to something, but I shoved it away quickly; I needed to go collect my stallion.

The groom explained that his name was O̱keanós Ángelos, ‘ocean angel’ in Greek. They hadn’t found a call name for him yet, and had taken to just calling him the water horse. As I stood there, the stallion’s lead resting heavily in my palms, his pale eyes locked onto mine; and the world around me blurred. There was something about him; perhaps because his coat wasn’t quite dry, but damp, not with sweat but with water that had seemingly appeared from nowhere. Maybe the groom had hosed him down- yes, that must have been it.

Still, something was strange about him.

When I returned home, it was an immediate decision among my family and friends to ride down to the beach; not very far away. Deciding it would be alright for the new stallion to cool down in the nearby salty waves, we began to call the other horses in and tack them up. He was trained to be ridden, and clearly did not favor the saddle, but tolerated it, proceeding to glare at me until I removed it from him. He did not accept the metal bar of a bit settling between his teeth either; eventually he settled for the halter and me, bareback.

As soon as the salty air around the beach began to curl around us and his hooves sunk into the black sand, my stallion began to prance in place, muscles churning, nostrils flaring. He was not fearful of the water, but excited; I could hardly contain him as we neared the tides. The moment he stepped into the water, it seemed to clear, and suddenly I could see small colorful fish darting between his legs as the murkiness was swept away. He lifted his muzzle and called; not a whinny, but deep and throaty, sounding nearly like a horn.

Then I connected the pieces-still blurry and a bit fragmented, something about angel horses-and the stallion’s wing markings suddenly made sense, how he was so strongly drawn to the water.

Arariel. That was it, the water angel. The stallion's name.

And before I could quite process it, Arariel leapt forward, and I with him; straight into the waves.

Username: Rio_98
Name: Azure Ocean // Arariel
Gender: stallion
Halter color: something like this please
Personalty: Ara is snarky and sarcastic to the extreme. He absolutely cannot tolerate stupidity of any sort, which means he's also not particularly fond of foals or other young idiots. He's not very patient or understanding at the best of times and tends to snap.
Your first encounter where you realized that this was an angel tolter?: It was bright autumn afternoon when I wandered down to the pasture to watch the horses. I'd had a rough couple of days and the horses grazing calmly in the pasture always relaxed me. I pulled myself up the fence and sat on the top rail. Looking out I spotted one of the new additions to the stable, a pretty blue roan named Arariel. He was off to the far right on his own, lazing about in the shade of a tree. Casanova, a cocky stallion who loved to show off for the mares, broke off from their' little group and headed towards Ara. I watched curiously as Ara completely dismissed the other stallion, turning away and continuing to graze. Casanova clearly didn't appreciate that because he flattened his ears a bit and nipped Ara's rump. Hard. The blue roan whipped around and pinned his ears back, nostrils flaring. Worried, I straighten up looking around to see if someone could help me separate the two aggressive horses. Before I could decide on the best course of action, a loud, angry squeal sounded and pulled my attention back to the pasture. Casanova was rearing, scrapping as best he could at Ara with his forelegs. Now I was really concerned, because Casanova had Arariel trapped up against the tree with no way out. I hopped down off the fence into the pasture and started jogging towards them, not exactly thinking rationally. As I approached the two powerful stallions I slowed, considering my options. Ara was taller than Cas but Casanova was more built and had a significant weight advantage over Ara. There was no way anyone, horse or otherwise, would be moving Casanova without his permission. I came to a complete stop serval yards away from them. Casanova had his ears pinned back, snapping at Ara every time he so much as twitched. Ara was clearly getting fed up with Cas's antics. I inched closer hesitantly when all of a sudden Ara's patience apparently ran dry because he lunged forward. Casanova's considerable bulk shouldn't have move an inch but suddenly he had stumbled back several steps, a shocked look on his equine face that I'm sure matched mine. Ara turned his back on the bigger horse, like he had not a care in the world, and resumed his grazing. Casanova slowly backed off, clearly as intimated of Ara as I was impressed. There was no way this new addition was just another regular horse.

Username: flurr
Show Name: Káti Sto Neró ('something in the water' in greek, as he is a greek angel)
Call Name: Arariel
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: Dark grey with white trim, and a white angel wing on the cheekstrap, and silver clasps.
Personalty:
Your first encounter where you realized that this was a angel tolter?:

Reserve

PTP Name:
Narci

PTP Gender:
Female

Why Are They So Obsessed With Sea Shells?:
Narci is a very benevolent python, living with an altruistic and compassionate mindset near the water. She spends most of her time in a secluded salt marsh within the upper coastal Intertidal Zone; while she enjoys travelling, she always returns to this specific area she calls home.
During her time in the salt marsh, she tends to spend long periods of time digging up Brittle sea stars & Atlantic ribbed mussels from the sand to set them back into the water; they're commonly washed in from the ocean by the dozens, and setting them back became a self-assigned job.
Sea shells are one of Narci's most prized possessions; very rarely are they brought in by the tides, instead replaced by stones, sea glass, or debris from far shores. Most of the shells that do end up being carried in are either broken or faded. Needless to say, fully structured and colorful shells are hard for her to come across and set aside in her collection.
One of the ribbed mussels she had found buried in the sand, covered by a patch of reeds, was more oddly shaped and heavier than most of the others she'd saved. After she'd pulled it out and turned it over, she was surprised to find a lightly colored shell with blue & pink accents attached to it's back. In size comparison, the shell was about twice the size of the mussel. She was able to easily detach it, and was confused as to how it was even there in the first place, as well as travel through the rough water without breaking.
Marci soon came to think of this lovely shell as a gift from some force of the ocean for trying to save the washed ashore creatures; the odd way she obtained it made it even more special to her, and she wanted to keep it close to her for as long as she could. Using twine, she crafted the shell into a necklace, holding it near since then.

Personality:
As mentioned before, Narci is very selfless, caring, and well-meaning. She loves the various sea organisms left on the shore from the high tides above all, and tirelessly tries to set them all back in the water - it's the reasoning for her life there. Everyone else in general are thought of as more important than herself in her mind, unless a specific being has done something undeserving of that title to her.
While seeming meek and timid, Narci is far from shy and oblivious, and finds great excitement in meeting new individuals. She's full of optimism; while this makes a few others she lives around deem her annoying, most look up to and admire her, and seek her out when they have problems. Even when someone is rather rude to her, she'll respond as if she doesn't even notice - this leads the few aforementioned others to believe she's unable to stand up for and defend herself, when in reality she'll merely give anyone a chance to maintain her good side before determining who she wants nothing more to do with.
All kindness aside, Narci can be very fierce when provoked and, while she isn't easily angered, is all bite when needed. She knows when harshness is and isn't required, as well as nearly every other emotion and action. This plays a large part in her overall personality.
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Username:boomboompow13
Grandan desired name: willie
Personality:
Smart
Strong willed
Strong
Playful

boomboompow13 wrote:Username:boomboompow13
Grandan desired name: willie
Personality:
Smart
Strong willed
Strong
Playful

Adopted! Make sure to check out the main thread. Congratulations with Willie!

Username: Agent Morgan
Name: Angels Decent
Gender: Male
Halter color: pure gold
Personalty: He is a very calm horse who will do his very best to everything right no matter what, he hates to get into trouble and loves to be praised
Your first encounter where you realized that this was a angel tolter?: I was in awe and instantly fell in love with the beautiful horse

Username: Zippo♥
Name: Pronoia - an archon angel who helped make mankind.
Gender: non binary, she/her pronouns
Halter color:
Personalty:
Your first encounter where you realized that this was a angel tolter?: Amosday, one of Waywards' Demon tolters had sent a hoard of poisonous snakes into the home. Madison was bit, and quickly dying from the venom. Pronoia heard the others' prays.

wip for full story

Username: Y i n
Name: tba
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: tba
Personalty:
Your first encounter where you realized that this was a angel tolter?:

Side note ; ;
I'll finish this when I get home ;w;

Show Name: Houston's Blackjack
Barn Name: Chex
Gender: Colt/Stallion
Eye Color: Gold
Personality: stubborn, mouthy, pushy, nimble, determined, intelligent, curious,


ah hes so c00t

I'm glad you like him He should grow up around Thursday.

He'll have a halter as an adult so feel free to choose the color for it before or after ^_^

Sorry to take so long it getting this boy to grow(I accidentally hit color me in and made him as an adult before realizing I hit the wrong button so it kind of took me a while to get motivated and do him again)

So just tell me what color halter you would like for him ^_^

OH MY GOSH I WANT THE SECOND ONE GIMMIE THE PINK HAIRED BBY ILL GIVE YOU MY SOUL (or whatever else you want) XD

also omg your form for batch 193 I dont think i can beat ;;

Oooooh, these two are gorgeous!
Congrats on the pretty babies Graham ^^

I love that little boy so much.
Just saying. |D
Congrats~ nvn

I love them both omg what cuties!!

so cute <3
I really like both of these little ones ;D;
I'll talk to cuppy <3

Username: SchnaDin
Name: Marduka
Gender: Born as a female but in time her expressions and fur got in some kind of rage mode, so that you can't decide anymore if she is male or female
What Makes You Mad?:
Many things make me made and drives me crazy!
Especially when noone really respects you. Everyone just don't listen to your opinion or what you have to say. Sometimes they start listening and then, suddenly, while we were talking, they turn around and speak to another person or just go away because of reason. You gonna be left alone and noone sees it as rude or inappropriate...
Sometimes it's the direct opposite: they want that you have to talk abou things you don't want to and suddenly they get mad and yell at you and swearing and whatever. Then you stand there, don't knowing what happend at that moment.
All in one: When others think they know things/ your life or your mind better than yourself. Always knowing whats right for you and what not... and when you don't dance to their order, then you will be irgnored.






Background:
Marduka was born in a normal pack. She was raised from her father and mother, which were really careing and protective. One day the weather changed drastically! Storms rushed through the forest, fire stones crushed from heaven, floods waved over the land and destructed everything they knew…

Their territory contained no living animal to eat anymore and the caves and things, which protected them from the seasons were all destroyed or not appropriated for living creature, which are so big like the Rukami.
Many Rukami from their pack died because of their age or health problems… all they could do was to leave them behind and never look back.

Marduka was shocked from those circumstances. She just clinged to her mother and never let her from her side. Rukami over Rukami „disappeared“ in front of her eyes and noone wanted to tell her what happened to them and if they ever will coming back to the pack. Her mother motivated her to walk… walk, walk and walk. The alpha Rukami didn’t take care of young ones or the olders. He wandered miles over miles just to find another place to live and more food. Especially food was very rare. Fights started between the male members and their families. With every new piece of meat they started to growl, howl, showing their teeth and let their fur stand in all direction. Blood was everywhere and many Rukami suffered deep wounds from those fights. Until now no Rukami was killed in such a „food fight“ but many wounds got infected and decreased our number of pack members steadily.

Marduka grew up in a very agressive time. She learned from others how to protect your own meat, sleeping place and family. She was a very strong female for her age and enjoyed many benefits because of that.

After years has passed she grew to a agressive and murderous beast. No one was able to get near her. She just needed herself and her strenght nothing more! Everyone „respected“ her and let her be, when she had found anything eatable. One day a very big male wanted a piece of a freshly hunted mammal and challenged her to give him her portion without any talkback, but Marduka wasn’t really happy about it and challenged him too. A fight was unavoidable now…

She growled, showed her teeth and presented her sharp claws, but nothing really works on that male. He just stood there and watched her show. Marduka got unsure about his reaction and started an attack! But he still didn’t move a sigle paw. Before she even realized it that big male got her on her neck and pushed her against the ground. She moved every leg she has to escape but it was very difficult even to move in this position. Finally she got free!

Anger rised in her inner body. Her hot blood rushed through her head and let her breath heavily. Her muscles were tensed to their limits. She was ready to attack again… with all her power and might!

The males deep voice echoed through her large ears and let her see nothing more but pure rage. But a second later many Rukami jumped on her, bite her through her fur and pushed her on the ground.

Marduka tried to free herself but she hasn’t any chance against so many Rukami… all she could do now is giving up… but not fightless!
She bite around her and successfully the others let their paws from her. She run a bit and turned back to see, if someone chases her but she only looked in the yellow glowing eyes of that beast she couldn’t defeat…
With a growl she run in the other direction of the pack. Since that day she never lost any battle against another Rukami, she was always the outside of packs she joined… but not for long. In those packs she learned something very new to her she couldn’t understand:

Same man

Username: Water Witch
Name: Rak - Part of a Hebrew war cry 'Rak Chazak'
Gender: Male
What Makes You Mad?:

res bc i need to figure out how to word everythign? also chirppracvtor

Personality:
Azazel was an escapee of a pair of abusive owners. The two men tried to restrain him, to make him mad. "That's how you get a good rodeo horse", they claimed. They were wrong. Azazel decided that he'd had enough and kicked one of them in the ribs, causing three of them to completely shatter and two to break, one of which punctured his lung. After this, they abandoned Azazel completely, depriving him of basic necessities like food and water. Azazel only dealt with this torture for a few days, playing cruel tricks when he could, smashing the other man into the wall and electric fence a few times. In one of these tries, the man lost hold of the lead rope and Azazel became free. He took refuge in the woods, where he still played these cruel games, not knowing anything better. He was never one to know what love is like, so he never was anything but harsh and towards the other horses. They didn't know what he'd been through, but he refused to tell them anyways.


Your first encounter?:
It was a hot, humid morning when it began. Weird things started happening and quite frankly, I didn't know what to do.

I started off my day as I usually do; I got up to the sound of my alarm, stumbled down my stairs groggily, poured and ate a bowl full of cereal, brushed my teeth, made myself semi-presentable (that really wasn't a concern though, I just planned on staying at my home with the horses), and got changed into my work clothes. I walked through the barn noting that all the horses looked perfectly fine, and then headed towards the paddock. I broke into a sprint at the sight I saw. One of the two horses, Flipside, had a terribly cut up leg, and blood was slowly dripping down it. He was standing and shaking, not even letting me touch him out of fear. Instantly, I whipped my phone out from my pocket and dialled the closest vet's number.

Within ten minutes, the veterinarian came to help with this emergency. The woman looked just as stunned as I was at the injury. "I-I just d-don't know! He w-was fine l-last night a-and...", I stuttered, tears beginning to stream down my face. "You can h-help him, right?", I managed to get out, as my words began to stop. When I stopped speaking, I took a second to calm myself down and dry my face, while the vet pulled certain supplies out of her box and began to investigate his leg. He had calmed down now too, allowing her to help him, but he still looked as terrified as ever. "I need you to go out and buy these things that you'll need to care for him with throughout the next little while", she said, handing me a short list, not even looking up from his leg, which she was in the process of gingerly stitching up and applying various medications to.

I had been going to the same vet for over a year, so I trusted the woman with my horse. I walked back to my driveway at a fast pace and I got into my car, driving off quickly. Within 5 stops over the course of forty-five minutes, I had picked up everything I needed. I returned to my property as soon as I could, and when I got there, I took my bags and began to jog back to the paddock. I had only taken a few steps before the vet came running in my general direction. "THERE'S SOMETHING NOT NORMAL IN THAT FOREST", she screamed as she sprinted right past me to her truck. I was admittedly scared, but I still went back to where the horses were to see that Flipside had been taken care of and moved to his stall. To take my mind off of the fear of what the lady had possible seen, I decided to go for a ride.

In the middle of my ride, I began to hear this bizarre noise. It was almost like a scratching, pawing sound, that was coming from the back area where the fields were. I didn't dare look, but I told myself it was coyotes, even though I knew better than that, as the sound wasn't one they made. This sound made my green horse, Levi, begin to go crazy, so I decided against staying on, so that I wouldn't fall off later. After I put him back and made sure that all my horses were in their stalls safely, I closed all the barn doors and locked them, making sure nothing was getting in or out. I kept emergency supplies and a few days' worth of rations in the barn, as a person that is very over prepared typically. I decided to stay there for the night, but first I called over one of my closest friends, Avalon. She came over quickly and was willing to stay with me throughout the night.

When she arrived, I let her in the barn and closed the doors again behind her. Together, we climbed up the stairs that went up to the hay loft above my barn. I flicked the light switch on, and the two of us began to set up our sleeping bags that I left up there from when we last went camping in the woods. I told Avalon about the events of the day and she was completely intrigued. "I wonder what's going on. Who knows, maybe we'll find out tonight.", she said, glancing back to the window behind her. What she had made me feel really creeped out... More so than earlier in the day at least.

Only an hour had passed when we heard the sound again. The familiar sound sent chills up my arms, but Avalon wasn't phased and ran to the loft's window. "IMOGEN GET OVER HERE", she yelled, and I got up and scrambled over to where she stood, a terrified expression on her face. I had missed whatever she saw, but I was sure it wasn't good. "Avalon, what was it?!", I whispered shakily. "It looked angry. This dark blur w-with white on it. T-Those eyes. Oh my god. The eyes." she blurted out, stuttering slightly. I'd never seen her like this. It must've been terrifying for her because I can only recall ever seeing her scared a small, small handful of times. We soon decided it would be best to get some sleep and search in the morning for whatever creature was out there.

It was around five o'clock a.m. when I woke up to Avalon touching my shoulder. Instantly, the slight stench of old blood in the air hit me. At this moment, our eyes met, and I knew she had been thinking the same thing. We agreed on going out in to the forest, but both of us knew we couldn't go unarmed. We left the loft and headed towards the barn doors, each of us with a way of protecting ourselves. Avalon clutched a sharp little Swiss Army knife that she typically had on her, just in case of coyotes (as they often would walk through the farms in the area). I held a firm grip on a small ax that I kept for cutting off branches that would sometimes grow over the fence of my riding arena. We didn't want to have to use them, but it was good to have them, just in case. With these tools in hand, Avalon and I exited the barn, my brain starting to race a-mile-a-minute with the possible unseen dangers lurking beyond the line of trees.

It had only been twenty-five minutes or so into our search when we glanced down and noticed the dirt had a bit of a reddish tinge to it beside where we were standing. This colour formed a trail that stretched further than the dense clusters of trees allowed us to see. Neither of us said anything, but we were both thinking the same thing; blood. We stopped in our tracks when the branches not too far ahead of us began to snap. My blood began to run cold. Then we saw it. Just a quick glimpse of a muscular, smoky black and white patterned body galloping, and he came back around charging at us. Both of us were able to jump out of the way, but when I turned to see him, all I heard was the snapping of branches once again, and he was out of sight.

That was when I first encountered Azazel.

Username: heyheygirl101
Name: I Do Not Help Mortals Anymore // Outcast
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: suprise colour with this written on the cheek strap מנודה
Personalty:
Your first encounter?:

I have been waiting for him!!!

Res <3

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Your first encounter?:

Username: flurr
Show Name: TBD
Call Name: Arktos (meaning bear)
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: Eye-colour with white trim and gold clasps
Personalty: WIP
Your first encounter?:
I scuff my dark riding boots along the pavement as I near the horse sale. Dust flies through the air, and my clothing is coated in it. The ring comes into view, and I settle in the second row of the bleachers, splintering and rough. The fences surrounding the ring are the same. A few horses are shown, most of them bought, but none catch my eye. Just bays, and blacks and greys. Next, a bright palomino mare comes out, with appaloosa markings on her back. She had a sort of shine to her, and looked full of life. Just as I'm about to raise my hand to bid, a voice far to my right shouts out. Too slow. The palomino mare is loaded into the owner's trailer, looking looks excited, sniffing the hands of everyone around her, whinnying happily to the other horses. I send a little scowl towards where the voice yelled out to claim her, but I know the person is already gone, preparing to bring their brand new mare home to their stables. More horses are sold, and still, none I could get at showed true promise to me. There was a dark blood bay leopard that I had to fight myself not to bid on. They were probably the most handsome stallion I'd ever seen. But also the most aggressive. He was snapping kicking, and bucking the whole time. His leader looked horrified. After him, came a reverse splash sooty bay stallion. He was tall and lean, at least 14hh. His eyes were a bright shade of lime. Without even waiting to see if his personality would shine through, I shot my hand up. Someone on the opposite side of the ring did just after me. And then it launched: the two minute long bidding war. I told myself I hated this person, even though I didn't know them. For all I knew, they were the kindest person on planet Earth. But I had to hate them right now. And I came out on top. I practically flew off the stands, towards my trailer. They were loading him in, and he looked calm, content, and even bored. "Does he have a name?" I questioned the leader. "Nah. The family selling him didn't wanna get attached so they just called him by his coat colour. Smart idea." He cleared his throat and slammed the trailer door shut. I was itching with excitement by now. I got to name him! That doesn't happen at every horse sale.

Username: Inupait
Name:
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HUGE RESERVE! IM SO IN LOVE!

tiny mark ❤

Name;; Colette
Gender;; DFAB Agender

Female

Name;; Siris
Gender;; male

I was gonna keep their first kit,but I dont connect so Ill be putting her ufa

Marking

Owner: Dawnslight
Name: Alexandria
Age: 6 yrs
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.2 hh
Rarity: Common

Username: Painted~Wolf
Name: Bailey
Gender: Female
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Username:
Abused
Name:
Leon
Gender:
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Username: Dissolve
Name: Yoku
Gender:Male
Post #:3

Oh my! He is beautiful! Thank you so much! I think this one will be a boy

Owner: Pete rip <3
Name: Wip
Gender: male

ShadyBro wrote:

Owner: ShadyBro
Name: Rhythm Of The Sun /// 'Sonny'
Gender: Nanogirl
Personality: Sonny is a sweet and gentle girl to most, and many wouldnt think of her as anything else. However, if you have ever crossed her, you would know much different. She can be very protective of her loved ones, and is more than willing to fight for her friends and family. She always wants to stand up for what she believes in, though she isnt one to argue too often, and is actually quite shy about speaking out.

Winner!

how do i adopt?

Pretty! <3 Thank you!

Mother:Foundation
Father:Foundation
Owner: ♡Suomi♡
Name: Telka
Breed: Tharkja
Gender: Female
Age: 6
Color: Cherry Chestnut
Gen: Shadow markings, Pangare and Snowflake
Special gen: Shadow markings
Rarity: Uncommon

♡Suomi♡ wrote:Mother:Foundation
Father:Foundation
Owner: ♡Suomi♡
Name: Telka
Breed: Tharkja
Gender: Female
Age: 6
Color: Cherry Chestnut
Gen: Shadow markings, Pangare and Snowflake
Special gen: Shadow markings
Rarity: Uncommon

You're really improving on the fog markings, great job on this pretty! o3o

lIGHTNING MCQUEEN CHILD
weeps congrats omg !!

You lucky ducks!
Can't wait to see his fate