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#3000 Title Below ♥
based on this drawing by Half Tree
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zippo. @ Tue Jul 07, 2015 11:20 am
 note - his backstory told through third person, featuring my tolter Darcia. All was written by me but I had assistance editing by Mother of Bears. Before his mighty fall, Zachariel was a classically symbolical angel. He experienced little emotion-- just a solider of the lord, a pawn of a higher being. He followed every order to the T, leading him to the blessed position of being one of heavens favorite, despite being the youngest Archangel to that day. He was trusted with a very important job: safely leading souls to where they belong. Heaven, Hell --and in some extreme cases--Purgatory. He'd never had a say in where the souls were placed, but it cause him any aggravation. He trusted his father to know what was perfect for the person, as that was how he was taught. For the first time in his life he felt an irrefutable desire to go against his childhood teachings, all because a mare came waltzing into his life. Her name was Darcia. He had watched her in the mortal world she knew as her own since she was a year old. He had observed her maturity into a new version of herself when she was three years, and admired her strength in beauty despite the typically crippling changes. It was especially amusing to Zachariel that this mare danced with the Reaper, taunting him when she got to close. He was painfully aware that her time was nearly expired, but he lived in hope that she would live longer. When she finally fell, he led her to his father with a solemn expression. He expected her to go to Heaven, sure she had done bad things, but everyone had sinned at least once in their life. When judgement fell, he was dismayed. She was to be taken to Purgatory, to live a fate worse than hell and rot until she was hardly recognizable as the strong soul she was before.
That was the first time Zachariel had disobeyed his father--he spoke out of turn and was promptly punished for it. Without further disobedience, he led her to Perdition begrudgingly, despite her many questions and obvious fear—and left her without explanation. As time went on, and as deceased were lead to their Judgement day, a growing itch grew in the back of his mind. Even as he led souls to their new destination she was in his every thought and action--he knew down to his core her judgment was wrong, but he couldn't resist the Creator’s will. Disobedience to the creator would lead to a fate worse than Purgatory. He'd be going against everything he knew, everyone who cherished him and taught him his ways. However, his sense of justice was stronger than his obedience, and he left his position in front of Heaven's gates to search the depths of Purgatory. When he found Darcia—his Darcia-- she was half dead and torn apart, but still fighting for her life. He rescued her, taking her back to her mortal home on Earth, where he knew she could live safely. He took the liberation upon himself to heal her, but she attacked him with violence and vehemence, thinking he was there give her a worse punishment. After discreet some reassurance, she complied to his offer of generosity with eager aptness. He protected the home which he placed her, taking his leave back to heaven. He returned to his post, acting as though nothing had changed. It seemed like his whole life had passed before he was called before The Creator himself. He was excommunicated, stripped of his grace, and cast down to Earth to live a mortal life. When he regained consciousness, his vision was gone. He could no longer see color, or the shapes he had familiarized himself with. When he looked at people he saw their aura –only as shadowed beasts, or celestial entities. Being a Fallen Angel, he was afraid and vulnerable. He ran blindly, and attacked anyone who came near him, good intentions or not. He felt emotions for the first time, like adrenaline rushing through his veins. He felt heartache, grief, rage, envy, euphoria--all at once as one devastating emotion. Then she came, Darcia, with a gentle voice. She was different, older than when he had last saw her, and he realized that time in Heaven must be different than time her. It hit him instantly - he could see her, really see her. Not the aura of good or evil - but her. He saw her trusting eyes, and sloping neck; he saw her soft muzzle and dainty hooves; he saw her brindled coat—he saw the being she was, mortal, and beautifully exquisite in appearance and personality. Compassion practically radiated from her aura, soothing his senses and tuning down every immoral emotion he felt. She took care of him, nursed him to health and coaxed him into the real world as he had done for her. She taught him everything she could, of how life worked, how he would have to adapt. He wasn't the mare he banished to Purgatory, not anymore, and he wasn't the same Archangel she met on her Judgement Day. note - Darcia and Zachariel's song is Your hand in Mind He was a Fallen Angel, banished from everything he knew and loved. His vision gone, and cursed with the ability to see nothing of creatures and hounds. She was something unique, something he couldn't understand, something even The Creator couldn't understand. Now, they were stuck with one another, trying to ward off anything that comes their way. They have each other’s backs, fighting off Demons and Archangels, and even Hunters who come their way. After his fall, Zachariel changed as a stallion. He's softer, much more nurturing and compassionate, especially to his dear Darcia. He is the intelligence in the duo, always deliberately thinking things through while Darcia hastily rushes in, guns blazing and ready to fire. While Darcia is always tense, he has taken up a harmonious lifestyle. The only time he's in action is when he or Darcy are in danger—when they aren’t in danger, he tends to himself and others. Despite no longer having the graceof an angel, he still tries to help in anyway. He tends to the physical and spiritual wounds of others, even to those with demonic auras, as he knows what he sees is what The Creator's Judgement is. If he's learned anything, is that sometimes The Creator is wrong. Zachariel has taken it onto himself to overlook, even ignore, his sight, and often tells others that he is simply blind, rather than explain. He wouldn't want someone to be frightened, or hurt by what he says and who he really is. He goes under the alias of 'Zach' and he often calls Darcia, 'Darcy'. However when they are alone, it isn’t common place to hear them use those names. Nothing is fake with them, nothing hidden or kept secret. Sometimes, late at night Darcia nuzzles herself into him because she's had another nightmare. He lays his neck across her, humming tunes his mother would sing to him as a foal to sooth him to sleep. Sometimes she would stay awake and cry and shake, choking out the dream between broken sobs. They always repeated themselves, always about losing him, or about her time in Perdition. He would murmur in her ear that he would always be there for her, and explain that even he has nightmares, but none of them are true, and will ever be true again. Times where he would dream he was still trapped in Heaven, in an endless loop of leading people to Judgement he would calm himself by listening to the rhythm of her breathing. He would thank her incessantly for breaking him from The Creator's rule, and she'd always assure him it was him who saved her. It was those nights that caused them to slowly fall deeply in love. art by chasing_stars It wasn't until a year of them being together, hiding from danger and protecting themselves at all cost that Darcia confessed. Not a love confession, no that didn't need to be said. All this time and Zachariel never knew why she was sent to Purgatory, a place for monsters. His dear Darcia was in fact a very dangerous combination - a hybrid between an Angel and a Demon. Her body had a accelerated healing rate and she could teleport, all sense her birth. She told him all about her childhood, how the Angels rejected her but the Demons welcomed her with welcome arms. They taught her everything she could do, including teleportation and minor telekinetic powers. It all fell into place, explaining every little mystery that shrouded their relationship. That's why she could so easily avoid Death, why he was always drawn to her, why God wanted her to be gone. She was petrified, as every word left her mouth a weight was lifted off her shoulders that had been there sense the day she was brought into this world. He had never seen her look so defeated, so broken down she could drown in her own tears. Darcia wasn't worried of about herself, she was scared of loosing the only person she had ever loved. The only person who stayed by her side, even when God himself was so against her. She had traveled through life being the out cast - not belonging with either side. Angels wanted her dead, Demons wanted her power, and the Humans didn't even understand what she was. The only light in her life was Zachariel - and she dragged him down with her. It didn't matter to him, none of it did. Zachariel was banished from Heaven and stripped of his power, even rendered sightless but this wasn't because of her. He could have easily left her to rot in Perdition, but every ounce of his being screamed that she was to be saved. His purpose wasn't too lead souls to their judgement - it was to care for those abandoned by God. And that's what he did, alongside Darcia - the two traveling the world and helping those in need. People thrown into poverty, killed for their race or sexuality, those struggling to find themselves, these were the people that found themselves visited. They made a vow not to let God dictate how this world would end - who lived the high life while others died of easily treatable diseases. Stealing money, destroying harmful businesses, stopping wars, unsolved murders of people in high places, it was all thanks to them. They knew who were pawns, pieces in the game between God and the Devil. Existing only to reak havoc in a world they didn't belong in, thus they took them out. They were not Gods, not Angels nor Demons - they were simply two souls fighting for justice, even when every force of nature was against them. |
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guilttripping @ Tue Jul 07, 2015 11:30 am
 Would it be a problem to give me one last midnight dance? When you're gone, It won't be the same without you. Swirling under the stars, careless to if anyone sees us prance Alone, in that illuminated clearing is just for us two. Will my memories of you fade, once you're gone? Will all those dances under the milky moon be forgotten? I clutch those memories until the the lights stand at none And I will wrap them up in silk and cotton. Everytime I close my eyes, the dainty yellow lighting the way they pierced the dark, the peaceful silence, only broken by birds asking for an encore, seeming overexcited Our place is one, the only one without the violence. Nightcore is this stallion's name. His show name is Twilight Misty Eyed As We Said Farewell. That is a lyric in Fireflies by Owl City. He stands at 15hh and he is aged 5. He was broken in at 3 and given time to mature and he is coming into training right now. His ambition is dressage. Nightcore sees normally but all in greyscale. It is tough for him to navigate but he is not stupid. Fortunately, his night vision is sensitive and a lot better than a normal horse's vision. Nightcore has trained himself to see some things in colour. He can see bright vibrant lights only in colour such as this.
The art is bad, sorry. He is a very clever horse. He lost his mother shortly after birth and had to practically raise himself as his owners didn't care much for him. Then he came to Bear Run after he was spotted on his own in the field with no rug or grass in winter when he was 2. Nightcore is a dreamer and loves to try new things. He isn't afraid to make mistakes as long as he knows he can fix them. He is optimistic and has a really short attention span and often zone out. This is due to a small birth defect. He will often zone out during conversations which doesn't make him so popular but he has only told a few about his rough foalhood so only a few know that this zoning out isn't his fault or choice. He likes to fantasize about what could have been or what would have been, what his mate would be like or what his future will be like. Nightcore closed his eyes. The young foal wasn't going to make it. His mother had died during birth and he was weak and feeble. He was born outside in the cold. He shivered and gave a weak cry to the heavens and his breathing stuttered and slowed down, it's urgency was no longer needed and his breaths got more and more shallow. He lay next to his still mother, she had no warmth left. At all. He shuddered and became still. The colt's eyes flew open. He was still in the forest. He stood up. No pain, weakness or cold. He twisted his ears and noticed two still forms lying on the ground. His own and his mother's. He neighed sadly and then a thousand voices spoke behind him. He turned to see a massive light. Due to his bad sight he couldn't make it out at first. His gaze focused. Ten million fireflies. Thousands of tiny voices whirled around him furiously, engulfing his mother's and his stilled bodies. The ghost version of Nightcore watched these fireflies dance in the moonlight, circling the moon in their oblivious jig. They danced and swayed all night and Nightcore was transfixed. The he started to realise they were strange colour. They weren't the grey that he had got used to in his grand 1 hour of life. They were brighter. He could see the fireflies in full colour. He saw their beauty and decided that he didn't want to give up now. He walked to his body, determined not to give up. Then it went black. Nightcore didn't die that night. He was determined enough to find the owner's nanny goat to suckle off which saved his life. My name is No-One, I'm the long lost son born on the fourth of July. Forgotten and alone, The wind blowing it's violent tone. The monochrome light, colour unknown to his sight. |
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kalon @ Tue Jul 07, 2015 11:31 am
   Username: Great ; Name: Shattering Reality // Villa (icelandic for the state of being lost) Gender: Mare Personality: Villa was born with her strange vision, a chaotic mess of black,white,and grey that has plagued her since foalhood. She’s learned to deal with it and use it the best she can; but she can’t help feeling disabled and cheated, like a disappointment to those around her. She tends to not even use her eyes at all, for she fears seeing the disgust on other’s faces, though it doesn’t exist. She tries not to trust at all, and has raised impassible walls around her, to protect herself from a monster that isn’t there. Behind the walls is the frail soul of a broken mare, beaten down by her mind’s judgement. She’s naturally very sweet and submissive, a bit adventurous as well. As a filly, she loved to gallop through the woods, pretending to be prey as the other foals chased her in a pack, acting like wolves. She was never caught; Villa could always manage to evade them, even with her unique vision. She tends not to look at coat colors or musculature, but always chose her friends by what they said or what she heard them do. She has a peculiar talent for being able to pick out lies and slander by the way a cocky colt would roll his tongue, or how he would shift his hooves ever so slightly. Though many have tried to gain her trust and love, she remains a strict follower of her tendency to choose by voice and action rather than looks. Villa, a naturally athletic and smart mare, uses her ability to evade questions and problems instead of getting wrapped up in them. She’s turned very introverted and guarded, hiding behind a mask of lies herself, when all she really wants is to be accepted.  Halter Color: like this. It may seem ironic, but it represents her struggle and what she could be like if she accepted her sight. Vision: She sees in a blurred, kaleidoscope-type pattern of jumbled shades of grey and blurry lines, forming a tunnel to the center, where she can see crystal clear. The picture represents her looking at her own eye in a mirror, and feeling the depression of being different than the rest of them settle on her shoulders.    Villa's companion is a sunbeam snake named Lit, meaning color in icelandic. Villa met Lit during a heavy snowstorm; she had been put in the barn to keep her out of the snow, and she managed to see Lit flicker across her vision. He was the owner's pet, but had escaped. They instantly connected-both creatures felt cheated, people drawn to them because of their unique coloring only. Lit is completely blind, but trusts Villa to lead him safely. He often hunts the mice that plague her stall. Villa is bothered by them because they move so fast and have piercing squeaks; an easy dinner for Lit and peace for the mare. Though they can't communicate with eachother, Lit is the only creature she really honestly trusts. She can't always see him, but she can always feel him, and that comforts her. He almost never leaves her, except to go hunting, so it's a common sight to see him wrapped loosely around her neck as she trots through the fields.     Though Villa spends most of her time hiding behind a mask and tearing herself down, there's a spunky, sweet mare underneath all that. She loves quiet, slow animals; they don't give her headaches when she tries to focus on them and they don't make her head spin with noises all over the place. She's always especially happy when a butterfly lands in front of her; though she can't see the colors, Villa loves the smooth, swirling patterns. She especially likes the australian painted lady and sara longwing. Mostly contrasting things catch her eye, like a field of snow against a dark sky. She has a habit of sneaking around with Lit, suddenly appearing in one place and disappearing in a few seconds.  Villa tends to be different from most horses, liking things they don't and hating things they do. She loves to drink water, but hates getting wet; in fact, she hates getting dirty all together. She doesn't like hot things either, and would choose winter over summer any day.  Snow Villa; AWWW YISSSSS Lit; gET IT OFF ME NOW Firetrucks/traffic noises Villa; I hate everything Lit; hiss Rain Villa; wHAT IS THIS SORCERY Lit; you stay and figure that out i'm going inside Humans/human interaction and touch Villa; feed me Lit; *slithers onto the nope train and promptly leaves everyone* Other tolters Villa; *shudders and blocks out everything* Lit; I dun like u, you r not soft like Villa ... plz dun step on me yES I KNOW I"M SHINY PLEASE GO AWAY I DO NOT TASTE GOOD I SWEAR theme song(s): freak by the downtown fiction the middle by jimmy eat world don't you dare forget the sun by get scared Villa responded to the tug on her halter, stepping forward. She could barely see the small human in front of her, but she had learned that it was okay to be led around, and to respond to verbal cues that the humans made. They didn’t try to ride her; that she was grateful for. If she could barely deal with one leading her around, she certainly didn’t want one on her back. Fresh snow crunched under her hooves as Villa obediently walked to the pasture gait, pausing for the human to unlock it and swing it open. As soon as the child unbuckled her halter and slid it off, Villa turned and trotted off, towards a secluded spot in the corner of the pasture. Lit would be there, underneath the biggest tree, having freshly eaten. Villa’s front hoof connected with wood and she turned slightly, away from the fence. The humans had placed wooden planks around the edge of the fence; with Villa’s limited range of sight, she used to often get lost in her thoughts and not see the fence in time before she collided with it. She could feel the planks under the snow, and they gave her enough time to realize she needed to turn before she hit the fence. Suddenly, she heard the gate swing open from across the pasture. Villa stopped in her tracks, wondering why the human was back. She heard the jingle of a halter buckle and froze, her mind beginning to panic. What if it’s another tolter? She shuddered, moving her head so that she could see what had appeared at the gate. Her worst fears were brought to life when her sight settled on the newcomer; a grey mare with splash of white on her hindquarters. The mare stopped to let the human stroke her nose before turning around, spotting Villa at once. Villa’s conscious screamed and thrashed, immediately giving her a headache. No! She snorted, backing up and tightening every muscle in her body. But the mare ignored Villa’s display and calmly walked towards her, only the sounds of gentle breath and hoof steps in the snow emanating from her. She stopped a few feet away from Villa, completely relaxing and giving off a gentle, calm aura while Villa was completely frozen in fear. Her own eyes connected with Villa’s, and she spoke. “Hello dear, I’m Love. What do you call yourself?” She nickered, in a soothing voice. Villa’s heart was racing, her head spinning. What does she think of me? Am I a freak to her? She whispered to herself. A voice in the back of Villa’s mind spoke up, one that had been buried under doubt for years. No, Villa. It’s time for you to face what you must. She closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, letting the voice’s words sink in. Villa steeled herself and opened her eyes, looking into the mare’s. They held kindness, happiness, forgiveness. No disgust. No rejection. She let her breath out, fogging the cold air before her. “I’m Villa.”   |
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Shark Cat #2
based on this drawing by Jvnxed
Adopt Me!
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Jvnxed @ Sat Aug 22, 2015 10:35 am
He's yours! |
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#3713 Bay Dun Broken Overo
based on this drawing by Half Tree
i hope you like them love! c: Username; Freedom! Name; Hoof To Turf Gender; Stallion Eye Color; Blue Genotype; Ee/Aa/Dd/Oo |
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iStarz & Everly @ Fri Aug 21, 2015 1:08 pm The off white markings are gorgeous!!! Love it! Congrats Free!! |
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Freedom! @ Sat Aug 22, 2015 10:27 am Ahh sorry for the late reply I had this awesome idea to work 15 hour shifts three days in a row and let me tell you I will not be doing it again XD But I love them Hoofy! You did such a beautiful job on the broken overo how could anyone not love them <3 This will be a stallion under the name Hoof To Turf, could you surprise me with the halter maybe with a dirt/turf theme? ^^ Once again a massive thank you! |
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my new plummie
based on this drawing by Syra
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Cryptz @ Sat Aug 22, 2015 10:18 am
thats a great name for it!
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#3728 smoky black // solid black brindle chimeric
based on this drawing by Half Tree
this babe was bought using challenge thread points c: |
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Eulee @ Sat Aug 22, 2015 10:14 am
Eep. I still can't get over that brindle. <3 |
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Event ND #2
based on this drawing by snowdrake
This Natrix Dragon is still covered till Easter
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snowdrake @ Mon Apr 06, 2015 2:18 am
This ND is now finally revealed!
It has very bright colors. Fill this out to win the Natrix Dragon:
Ends May 1st! |
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jaques @ Sat Apr 11, 2015 12:23 am
Username: Annie Leonhardt |
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raindrop, @ Tue Apr 21, 2015 2:21 pm
Username: Horse.Crazy |
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Vela Artist Customs
based on this drawing by ZC.
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I'll add artists as they come |
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#3728 Seal Bay Roan w/ Somatic Mutation
based on this drawing by Half Tree
i hope you like them! Username; Wentz. Name; Gender; Eye Color; Topaz Genotype; Ee/Ata/Rnrn |
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Arrows @ Sat Aug 22, 2015 9:35 am
eeehhh congrats Wentz.! I'm in love; utter beauty <3
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guilttripping @ Sat Aug 22, 2015 9:37 am
This boy is going to be a stallion named Twilight Black Clouds And Underdogs and his barn name will be Mars.
Thank you so much! Can I have a headcollar based on Black Clouds please? |
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• Stuffalynn Sanctuary • Wild Stuffalynn 12 •
based on this drawing by rainbowpanda101
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Architeuthid @ Sat Aug 22, 2015 9:33 am I shall name her Pluot. Thanks! |
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Kora #89
based on this drawing by Wolf's Spirit
This one's just going to be a simple naming contest. Name explanations are allowed c:
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Metanoia- @ Wed Feb 25, 2015 9:14 am
Username: Vantas. |
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ShadowLeaf @ Sun Mar 01, 2015 2:14 pm
My username is Stampylonghead |
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HellyBoo @ Wed Mar 04, 2015 9:21 am
Username: HellBabe |
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Kora #91
based on this drawing by Wolf's Spirit
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Cherryfreeze @ Tue May 26, 2015 11:03 am
Name:kankii |
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bsktcase @ Sat Aug 22, 2015 9:23 am
Name: Oakly |
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#3679 || Liver Chestnut Cherry Bay Blanket Appaloosa
based on this drawing by Half Tree
Breeding for Prep. I'm so sorry this took five million years for me to make.
Let me know a name and gender please. <3 Rolled positive for chimeric Username: preppy paws Name: Red Tiger // Jonas Gender: Stallion Coat Color: Liver Chestnut Cherry Bay Blanket Appaloosa Chimeric Eye Color: Blue Sire: Chocolat Dam: Astrid Breeding Notes: Chimeric may only be passed if rolled positive. |
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preppy paws @ Tue Aug 18, 2015 8:30 am
This babe has a bit of mommy and daddy ;u; I'm in love with that face oh my goodness it's so cute! |
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Sezzas @ Sat Aug 22, 2015 9:21 am
omg my stepdad's name is Jonas
uwu |
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Icicle Bat #9 -- Serenity
based on this drawing by MegaCherrio
owned by Olivesaurus
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GressgrinAST @ Sun Aug 16, 2015 9:02 am
'Got a secret
Can you keep it? Swear this one you'll save... Better lock it In your pocket Takin' this one to the grave...' username: adventureswordtora name: Pierce gender: Male secret: Pierce easily forgets things. Even the happiest moments of his life are eventually forgotten, but everybody knows that, and memory loss even for young Icicle Bats like Pierce is common. What they don't know is that all his mistakes and his wrongdoings are forever locked in place in his head, never to be forgotten, scraping away at his soul with guilt and regret. He's been like this since the day he was born, from that one time he attacked his mother as a young child to that moment of horror as his younger sister, whom Pierce had refused to assist as she hung by her paws alone over the deep, fast-flowing river, fell to what eventually ended in her death. No amount of testing or experiments could reveal what was afflicting Pierce, and every scientist- including himself- was stumped. In every way, he just seems normal- an average IQ, common blood type, healthy family. He's normal in every respect, but thanks to a single thing otherwise, he can't lead a normal life. He's taught himself science in order to try and find a cure for his strange affliction, and, daring to go where no other trained in the medical or scientific field has gone before, Pierce has risked his life on multiple occasions- and for what? He's still at a complete and utter loss as to what is wrong with him. Pierce's last resort was to lock himself away from the world outside. His friends prior to his disappearance reported that one day, he suddenly ceased to talk to them, and when they decided to investigate his house, the windows and door were boarded up and the gate was locked tightly. His friends climbed over the gate, careful not to hurt themselves on the spiked wire tipping his fence, only to find that there was no reply from within the house, no matter how loud they could yell. Eventually, they left with the thought that Pierce had packed up his things and left the house abandoned without letting them know. 'And to show you That I know you Won't tell what I said 'Cause two can keep a secret If one of them is DEAD...' wip! |
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Jochedo @ Sun Aug 16, 2015 9:02 am
username: |
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Splashtail @ Sun Aug 16, 2015 9:03 am
username:Splashtail |
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#3723 Sooty Blood Bay Leopard Appaloosa
based on this drawing by Half Tree
i hope you like them! <3 Username; infallible. Name; Gender; Eye Color; White Genotype; Ee/Aa/STYsty/Lplp/PATN1patn1 |
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hiraeth + hound @ Sat Aug 22, 2015 9:06 am
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~*~ Lion #3 Pride Land Adopts ~*~
based on this drawing by ArtGirl
Just a simple design.
To win this just put what his favorite place is and why. Please nothing too long. Ends in 3 days. Rarity:Common
Winner:
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Firnen+Saphira @ Wed Aug 19, 2015 8:30 am
Username: Softballpup12 |
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T h e M a r t i a n @ Wed Aug 19, 2015 11:32 am
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FlaireMoon @ Wed Aug 19, 2015 11:49 am
Username: Gaara's Pet Panda |
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#2894 Seal Brown
based on this drawing by Half Tree
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Sezzas @ Sun Jul 26, 2015 2:27 am
THANK YOU SO MUCH. FINALLY KURT HAS HIS BLAINE C':
I'M SO HAPPY<33333 He's absolutely perfect. Thank you again, fall! You're amazing ;w; Name: Heart of Courage - "Blaine" Halter Color: Dark blue with the red dalton logo? Unless it's too hard ;-; Would You Like To Keep The Bow?: I love the bow, so, I think so c: It'll stay on for now at least ;u; |
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Sezzas @ Sat Aug 22, 2015 8:22 am
gentle bump ;u;
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#308[EHS#9]
based on this drawing by MustangKnight
Story ;; Wildhorse told us about the stable. As we arrived there I couldn't trust my eyes. I mean they told us it is horrible, but i didn't thought it would be that horrible. As soon as we arrived there I saw them, the 4 Nera's I would take home and try to find a new home. She totally jumped into my eyes. Her realy impressing green markings catched my eyes. She protected the most afraid Nera they had in the paddock and her ear was kinda bitten off. I asked the owner and they told me they "Got her" from someone else and they burned it off because she didn't wanted to go in a trailor. I would give my left legg and say they've been it. Well. Out of the medical funds we can say she'S not able to hear propper on her left ear. She'll be able to have 3 breedings. |
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Caedyn Conversion
based on this drawing by Soulsplosion Caedyn for FáelánTheUtahraptor ^3^ |
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Kota Is Fwoofy @ Fri Aug 21, 2015 2:03 pm He's so cute~ |
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Soulsplosion @ Fri Aug 21, 2015 2:04 pm
Sorry about the stripes, they were really hard to make absolutely accurate |
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Kota Is Fwoofy @ Sat Aug 22, 2015 7:54 am No, that's just fine, it's still really good :3 |
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#305[EHS#6]
based on this drawing by MustangKnight
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#303 WH32#80 [EHS#4]
based on this drawing by MustangKnight
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Nursery Sankira #13 no wings
based on this drawing by Skritnaja To show what the body beneath the wings looks like :> |
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#30 Dunskin
based on this drawing by Obsessed
Checked the genes, got a dunskin. Breeding for ♡Suomi♡. I had fun doing this one!
Username: ♡Suomi♡ Show Name: Kimiko Sire: Midnight Sky Dam: Shooting Star Barn Name: Kimi Gender: Female Height: 15hh Eye Color: Blue Offspring: Red Sky at Night |
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♡♡bunny♡♡ @ Sat Aug 22, 2015 5:23 am
Username: ♡Suomi♡ |
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Grandans - Fanclub
based on this drawing by epsil
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Makoatl Nursery Batch #176
based on this drawing by -TheBigBlueBear- |
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Free Shade @ Fri Aug 21, 2015 2:21 pm They are adorable!! Congrats. |
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MrBoodle @ Fri Aug 21, 2015 2:36 pm
Our cuties <3 |
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TheNightsIllusion @ Sat Aug 22, 2015 4:59 am Ahhh, more Kingdom Heart babes!! So cute!! |
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