Fourth, and possibly final unless I find more time among other tolter related things of the Inspiration Tolters chosen
So I may have messed up a little, as in its hard to ask people onto a stream if you don't know who's tolter it is you are making XD This is one of the forms sent in which inspired me, the inspiration being 'horses around me'.
Will look to see who's form it is soon as I want to try do another or two and don't want to know who's I am doing still, but if you think this is yours, feel free to let me know and I can check just yours ^^

Username: ~:Saddles&Bridles:~
Show Name: To a Dagger's Point
Barn Name: Gold
Gender: Stallion
Eye Colour: Golden
Geneotype: Ee/At

~Silver wrote:

I Want To Grow Up!
Username: ~Silver
What Artist: Free Shade if you're up for it? ^^"
Link To The Breeding: Tada
Which Lines? CS or PSD: CS

Username: Decoding Enigma
Show name: he who has fallen
Barn name: Lucifer
Gender: stallion
Halter: same as bow
Would you like to keep the bow?: yes please

here ya go hun nwn~!

General Info

Chrysaora Basilisk are the prevalent equine creatures that inhabit the world Lucent. They roam by the hundreds, using their unique hooves to score the uneven rock and track down their most vital source of nourishment; evil. The relationship between Chrysaora and humans is a complex one. Chrysaora vocalize like horses, but are also thought to have a syrinx much like birds do and have been recorded displaying a variety of sharp, avian sounds. Their eyes layer over with a dark, murky black until their normal eye color pierces through in a great ball of electric light, radiating toward their victim's open eyes and paralyzing them. The Glare is able to stop both human and creature, and after a few days, unique to other forms of basilisk, the paralyzed being transforms into a sea nettle.

Owner: ~*Cuore*~
Horse's Name:
Height: 15.0 hh
Gender:
Rarity: Rare


Sire: Hakan

Dam: Cardi - Guardian of the Sand

My mare Seventeen's parents, the two greying lovelies<3 You may try out for both if you'd like, though they have separate contests and no partnering allowed ^-^ They are both completely and utterly in love and have been so since they were mere yearlings. They are both in their early forties, but it is up to you to create their lovestory, they way they tell it hehe

His love

Cannot be bred!

Username: Vinson
Name: Subtle Music Fills Our Ears//Harrison
Halter Color: a nice faded green, which was once the same green as his bow tie, but its been sun faded and weathered, with a bit of wear and tear

In his perspective, tell me the story of the green bowtie: 531 words
When she showed him the bracelet their humans had made out of the rose, he had been overjoyed, happy that his gift would last forever. They spent their days lounging in the pastures, watching visitors go by, and training for dressage, which they absolutely loved, especially when they were together. The sensation he got when her pelt brushed lightly against his - he loved it. He loved her scent, her beauty, her warmth, her compassion and kindness - Charlene was beautiful, and he felt like the luckiest stallion in the world with her by his side, promising to stay for eternity, always loving him. In turn, he promised the same thing - he would stay with her for as long as they lived, and even after they were no longer in this world. He would love her forever, and their love would stay strong, no matter what was thrown in their way. They would clear the obstacles together, no matter how tough they were - their love was stronger than anything.
They were currently standing in the pasture, watching a train of shiny black cars roll up the drive, long, fancy, clearly expensive. They had no idea why these people came, but they did, and there was always a steady flow of them, in and out, every night. The pair approached the fence, watching as the doors to the shiny black cars - which, by the way, were now coated in a nice layer of dust - opened and people in expensive looking clothes stepped out daintily. Most of them went straight to the main building, but a few of the braver ones came over to the fence and decided to pet the horses. Harrison and Charlene enjoyed their hesitant, gentle strokes, and Harrison closed his eyes and relaxed as a younger boy rubbed the whorl on his head - Harrison's little spot. You pet him there, he would fall like putty in your hands.
Until he heard the rip of fabric, and suddenly Charlene had turned quickly and stepped a few little steps out in the pasture. The man who had been petting her let out a cry of frustration as he looked at his ripped clothing and missing bow tie. He glanced to Charlene, shook his fist at her, and walked away, beckoning the boy to come with him. Harrison looked at Charlene with confusion showing in his eyes, and Charlene let out a muffled nicker, thrusting her head right next to his, slipping something around his neck, onto his shoulders. Charlene let out a proud little sound, glad she had given Harrison a gift back.
The green bow tie looked perfect on his graying pelt, and he came close to her, nickered a quiet thank you, and nuzzled into her neck. Surprisingly it fit his shoulders, and he loved the way it stood out on his body, like Charlene's blue rose, and then he realized - she hadn't just given him a gift back, she had confirmed his love for her. By giving her the rose he had asked a question, by giving him the bow tie she had answered. And her answer? "I will love you forever, my dear, no matter what happens."

In his perspective, tell me a story from when they first met as foals: 427 words
It had been a lazy few days after he was born, spending all of his time pressed up against his dam, questioning everything thrown at him with vigor. He enjoyed his time in his dam's stall, but the one thing that bugged him was that he couldn't see out of it. He could hear everything, listen to every single conversation going on around him, but his eyes yearned to see what happened out of the stall when he couldn't see it. He knew there was a new foal, but he hadn't seen it, or smelt it. He hadn't seen it in the pastures, or when he was coming back from pasture. All he knew was that there was a foal in the stall across from him, and that was it.
He decided to be brave one day and try to talk to it when he heard it gave a squeal at its dam. 'Hello there,' he said, a bit loudly as he wanted it to hear him clearly. There was an odd pause of silence before he got his answer. 'Hello, I'm Charlene. Who might you be?' It asked, and suddenly he knew that the it was a she - her nickers so feminine and lady-like, even her name. He liked her name. He whispered it, rolling the sounds off his tongue, pressing his teeth together, experimenting with the word. He loved the way it sounded when he said it. 'Fair day to you, Charlene. They call me Harrison.'
Their lives went on like this for another week or two, talking to each other, their conversations quiet, enjoyable. They never tired of the other's voice, and they often caught themselves pushing away a desire to actually see what their new friend looked like. Little did they know, the owner had been listening to them converse and decided that they should be taken to pasture together to meet each other. Harrison let out a yawn as mother's halter was put on, the lead rope clipped onto it, and the stall door opened with a creak. He took a step forwards, but paused suddenly as the door across from him was opened and out bounded a beautiful young filly stepped out, her green eyes so perfect, her body so petite and delicate looking, and he knew that her name, Charlene, definitely fit her. She was the most beautiful filly he had ever seen, and a smile tugged at his lips as he heard her voice once more, but now he had a face to match the dainty sounds to.

One Extra:
Our love is strong,
It holds us together, binding and eternal.
And so we celebrate together,
Hooves do a graceful dance,
Upon the tiled floor.
In dying lights we dance,
Subtle music fills our ears,
Picking out the instruments
That push us to dance to them.
Destined to be dulled,
We don't accept our fate.
We dance in these fading lights,
And our eyes come back to life.
We may have changed,
But our love is still the same.
It holds us together, binding and eternal.
In dying lights we dance,
Subtle music fills our ears.
Even after all these years,
We continue to stay strong.
These lights have died many times over,
Replaced with newer, stronger ones.
But we will never be replaced,
We are far too strong.
And so,
In dying lights we dance,
The subtle music fills our ears
Until all the lights go out at once,
The music stops.
But still we continue our dance,
Because our love is stronger.

My mare Seventeen's parents, the two greying lovelies<3 You may try out for both if you'd like, though they have separate contests and no partnering allowed ^-^ They are both completely and utterly in love and have been so since they were mere yearlings. They are both in their early forties, but it is up to you to create their lovestory, they way they tell it hehe

Her love

Cannot be bred!




Username: Vinson
Name: In Dying Lights We Dance//Charlene
Halter Color: a nice faded blue, which was once the same color as her rose, but has been sun bleached and weathered, with a bit of wear and tear.
In her perspective, tell me the story of the blue rose: 564 words
They nibbled quietly at each other's withers, their warmth mingling as a cool breeze blew by. Her blue eyes glanced up suddenly at the shiny black vehicle rolling up the gravel road, spewing dust behind it as it swung up into the driveway. They both looked up and stopped their grooming session as they watched the car stop suddenly, and the doors were thrown open to reveal a very overdressed couple. The man stepped out, and Charlene watched as he held a hand out to the lady, who took his fingers daintily to help pull herself out of the fancy, now dust covered, car. Her dress flowed elegantly behind her, the wine red and silky material looking wonderful on her as she held the man's hand, and they both smiled. Charlene turned to Harrison, nudging him gently, rubbing up against him as a cold breeze flew through her pelt and chilled her. Her blue eyes and his green watched as the man took a flower out of his breast pocket, handing it to the lady, who smiled and accepted the gift. She had seen those flowers before, but only in street stalls and when watching the television the owner had placed in the barn. People sold those flowers in the stalls, and Charlene liked to watch how people threw them to performers once they finished performing and either bowed or curtsied. Did humans give their loved ones these special flowers? It was an interesting thought, really - maybe it was part of a mating ritual. It was oddly pleasant to watch the two humans walk to the main barn to find the owner, their fingers interwoven, their stride the same, steps matching. She and Harrison liked doing that at practice, just to annoy the trainer.
Sweat slicked their bodies, their breathing was heavy, and their legs felt like led by the time they had fished their dressage practice for the day. Today's had been particularly challenging, as they were supposed to do the same thing, but many paces away. It had taken them a while just to figure this concept out, and they had both felt rather stupid as they finally realized what was going on. From there on out it was work, work, work, but it was enjoyable, Charlene supposed, to have that feeling of happiness and satisfaction at learning something new and important. They were untacked in the arena, halters put back on, and then they were free to go back to pasture to cool down. As the two matched their stride out of the arena, Harrison suddenly stopped, turned, and grabbed something between his lips from underneath the bleacher seats, swinging back to Charlene with a slight smile on his lips as he gave a small nicker and thrust his head towards her.
Her eyes were met with an exquisite blue rose, shining and lovely, the thorns plucked off the stem. She gave a thankful nicker back and nuzzled into Harrison as her heart may or not have skipped a beat, and a few seconds later her lips were on the stem. For the next two days it would be carried around with her everywhere, until finally it was taken, preserved, and put on a bracelet by the owner. She wears it still, smelling the sweet fragrance after the many years of being with Harrison, and she can't help but feel special.
In her perspective, tell me about their first bad argument: I honestly have no idea, but I'll think of something soon
One Extra:

Our love is strong,
It holds us together, binding and eternal.
And so we celebrate together,
Hooves do a graceful dance,
Upon the tiled floor.
In dying lights we dance,
Subtle music fills our ears,
Picking out the instruments
That push us to dance to them.
Destined to be dulled,
We don't accept our fate.
We dance in these fading lights,
And our eyes come back to life.
We may have changed,
But our love is still the same.
It holds us together, binding and eternal.
In dying lights we dance,
Subtle music fills our ears.
Even after all these years,
We continue to stay strong.
These lights have died many times over,
Replaced with newer, stronger ones.
But we will never be replaced,
We are far too strong.
And so,
In dying lights we dance,
The subtle music fills our ears
Until all the lights go out at once,
The music stops.
But still we continue our dance,
Because our love is stronger.

General Info

Chrysaora Basilisk are the prevalent equine creatures that inhabit the world Lucent. They roam by the hundreds, using their unique hooves to score the uneven rock and track down their most vital source of nourishment; evil. The relationship between Chrysaora and humans is a complex one. Chrysaora vocalize like horses, but are also thought to have a syrinx much like birds do and have been recorded displaying a variety of sharp, avian sounds. Their eyes layer over with a dark, murky black until their normal eye color pierces through in a great ball of electric light, radiating toward their victim's open eyes and paralyzing them. The Glare is able to stop both human and creature, and after a few days, unique to other forms of basilisk, the paralyzed being transforms into a sea nettle.

Username: <sandstorm>
Name: Beyond their limits/cavalier (Jumper in French)
Gender: mare
Eye Color: Blue
Foals:
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<sandstorm> wrote:

Username: <sandstorm>
Name: Beyond their limits/cavalier (Jumper in French)
Fact: Orcas are the biggest member of the dolphin family

A Cleud is a wolf that has some cloud fur around its neck, which makes it unique. Stars are also stuck to the fur of Cleuds, and cannot fall off unless pulled with force. Cleuds get extremely sensitive when anything attempts to shift their stars so don't get too close! The stars also glow brightly in the dark, which is useful sometimes. They come in different colours, any you could imagine! They make good companions, although at first they may be distrusting and timid. Their young are called pups, and usually come in litters of two - one is unusual. Their eye colour always match their stars in their cloud fluff.

My first actual non-theme adopts.

These two are brother and sister. You can post a partner form, try out for one, or try out for both, or try out for both with the intention of gifting one!

Please delete everything ( in the brackets like this ). Please specify who you are trying for and if your gifting, want both yourself, trying out for only one, or doing a partner form.

It is not encouraged to only try out for one as it shall be harder to judge. Trying for both, partnering and gifting are greatly encouraged on the other hand.

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[b]First Username:[/b]
[b]Second Username:[/b] (For those who are trying out to gift or partner in their form.)
[b]Girl's Name:[/b]
[b]Boy's Name:[/b]
[b]Their Relationship:[/b]
[b]Something Of Note About Them:[/b] ( You can write this or draw it. )
[b]Extras:[/b] ( You may add two extras. Art does not count as I'll have that be limitless. However, long animations that are beyond just a small blinking headshot, videos and comics count as extras. )

This shall end on August 27th.

☁Lady Raincloud☁ wrote:

If you do not have something on your forms by the first of September you shall be disqualified.
This contest shall end now on September 5th. Serious entries only please... as in you will enter and not forget.

im just trying this out?? a myo that you can do and then ill transfer it onto the lines??
edits are a thing, just nothing too extreme (wings ect.) actually any edits are fine :0
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1). boomboompow13
2). spazzy87
3). Vinson
4). Aggie Grad
5). RazzBerry
6). .:Zira:.

RazzBerry wrote:

Username: RazzBerry
Name: Maverick
Number: 5