Username: Firedancer77
Name: Mya
Gender: Female
Accessory:

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Username: Nuclear Pie
Name: Ghosty (named after my sister's invisible friend she had when she was young)
Gender: Male
Accessory: Light yellow scarf

~Dream On~
Show name: Dream On
Barn name Dreamy
Discipline: western
Best friend: Fairytale
Favorite activity: Messing around with stallions. :p

~ I found the mare hovering around the paddock where I kept Fairytale, one of my mustangs. She was a bay roan, shining in the sunlight. She did not run away. I watched her and she watched me. Neither of us moved. No, she wasn't quite looking at me. I turned my head around slowly to see what she was staring at so intently. It was Caranthir, my Frisian, who has cross-tied at the post. I suppressed the urge to laugh and turned back to the mare. Her ears were pricked.

I casually moved toward Caranthir. The mare's gaze riveted onto me, ears still alert. I came up to the big, black horse and gave me a sugar cube, all the while watching the mare. She fidgeted and her lips quivered. I took out another cube and placed it on the fence. Then I walked around to the other side of Caranthir and waited.

The mare tapped her front hooves in the dirt and swung her head. She looked about ready to burst. Then, with what appeared to be sudden decision, she trotted up to the fence and lipped the sugar cube off. She turned her head to look at me, her teeth crunching through the cube. She appear to afraid or wary, only curious. Caranthir glanced at her and snorted. The mare tossed her head, evidently pleased. I moved around the Frisian. The mare froze. I hesitated, then reached out my hand. The mare stared at it for five seconds, then, slowly, carefully, walked up to me. She snuffled my hand and then buried her nose into my palm. When she raised her head, she looked a trifle disappointed. She thought I had another cube!

The mustang mare remained with me. I didn't exactly capture her - she decided to stay, mostly likely because of the sugar cubes and Caranthir. I named her Dream On and trained her in the Western discipline. She loves all my stallions and is quite a character. She's not really afraid of anything or anyone, except vehicles, but that was easily remedied. She's still a big mystery to me and sometimes I wonder why she chose me. But whoever she is and wherever she came from, she always be my quirky Dreamy.

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user: ♡Suomi♡
gender:male (gelded)
show name: Storm Cloud
height: 16hh

username;; Kaia*Scarlet
show name;; Miami Darling
barn name;; Mami
gender;; mare
height;; 15.3hh
color;; chestnut sabino
halter color;; Fusha
tassel color;; Cream

Kaia*Scarlet wrote:username;; Kaia*Scarlet
show name;; Miami Darling
barn name;; Mami
gender;; mare
height;; 15.3hh
color;; chestnut sabino
halter color;; Fusha
tassel color;; Cream

Ahhhhhhh
Thank you ;.;
So purrdyy
Love this ♡♡♡♡♡

Just marking this. Trying to get my family trees together. <3

Username: ♡Suomi♡
Name of cat: Snowflake
Gender of cat: Female
History: She was born in the winter and loves the snow! She can't wait for winter to come again.
Personality: Friendly, kind, loyal.

♡Suomi♡ wrote:Username: ♡Suomi♡
Name of cat: Snowflake
Gender of cat: Female
History: She was born in the winter and loves the snow! She can't wait for winter to come again.
Personality: Friendly, kind, loyal.

ThatAlbinoGuineaPig wrote:

♡Suomi♡ wrote:Username: ♡Suomi♡
Name of cat: Snowflake
Gender of cat: Female
History: She was born in the winter and loves the snow! She can't wait for winter to come again.
Personality: Friendly, kind, loyal.

. Snowflake will love her new home!

Oh this one is pretty! Simple, but very pretty! I'll enter soon, once this horse is an adult.

Edit: Nvm, horse didn't grow on time and I have no other white horses :/

Name: Nordica
Dressup: Don't ask XD

Absolutely anything.

Owner: hqmary
Name: Marie
Age: 10
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.1 hh
Rarity: Common
Answer:
This

Owner: Queen Chrysalis
Name: Zanna
Age: 3
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.1 hh
Rarity: Common
Answer: An iced peanut butter cookie! <3

Owner: Bella.
Name: Sunny
Age: 6 Years
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.1 hh
Rarity: Common
Answer: Sunset storms <3

Such perfect babies....

Im just gonna go and steal both of them? Kay thanks bye.

JK! Withdrawing

N/A

~Image here~

JUST when I thought I'd finally rounded out my little herd, JUST when I thought I'd never get another Nera as long as I lived, JUST when I'd resolved to sever all ties with the agency save the number of the vet on my speed-dial... I got a flyer in the mail. Isn't it funny how that happens? It wasn't just any flyer, either. It was a special flyer - one of the ones that got sent out to all eligible Nera owners whenever the agency got a hold of a special-needs animal that it was looking to home. Now. Here's the thing. I'd of course received these sort of flyers before. Its appearance alone wasn't anything unusual. Every other time I'd gotten one though, I just glanced at it, crumpled it up, and tossed it in the bin. In the beginning it was because I didn't think I had enough experience to take on such a task. More recently it was because I already had enough to do without adding to my workload. Today though... today the unusual part wasn't that I had found the flyer in my mailbox. The unusual bit was that, after unfolding it and laying eyes on the photograph it proudly displayed, I actually found myself considering it.

The Neravontii was a stallion. Not old, not young, he was of completely average size and his flawless hide boasted white, gray, black and green markings that, while certainly pretty, where utterly unremarkable. Many Nera had stripes like his, or colors like his. Many more Nera had blotches like his. Furthermore, he appeared to be sulking. While an agency person I'd never met held him by a rope looped around his neck, the stallion stood stiffly, not at all interested in them or the beef jerky they were holding out. No, he was far more concerned with something going on off-camera.

What? I never found out. I never got around to asking.

Really though, it didn't matter. The interesting bit was that the stallion was a mutant. And what a mutant! The photo was small and somewhat blurry, so it didn't show him off quite as well as he could have, but the extra folds of skin hanging from his chin and neck stood out regardless, as did the fleshy ridge that ran down his tail. Then there was the antenna. Yes, my friend, you heard correctly. The antenna. This guy had an antenna.

Several things flashed through my head at once. Iguana. Angler fish. And, being the nerd that I am, Andorian (If you get this, you're a nerd too, and I love you). It was love at first sight. Even if I already had eight other Neravontii, even if I already had plenty of things to keep up with, I had to have him. So, flier in hand, I made a b-line for the house.

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Two days later I was on my way to the Agency's back pasture, hot on the heels of an overeager employee who seemed bound and determined to chat about anything and everything but the Nera I was here to meet. And it was killing me. The person in the office had already given me a thorough rundown of his special needs. They'd told me about his dry skin, about how the iguanna-like folds on his neck and chin were prone to tearing, about how he'd need some sort of moisturizer, about how the movement of his tail was limited. They'd explained how traditional tack was going to be out of the question. So I had a pretty good idea of the sort of work I was in for. Yet as of that moment, no one had talked about the stallion himself. No one had said 'oh, he's such a good boy!' or 'watch out for him, he bites!', no one had suggested that I feed him tomatoes. As such, I had no idea if I was going to meet another Efialtes or if I was going to be introduced to Sam's nervous equal. If he'd be affectionate or hostile. And all the while, three feet in front of me, the young woman continued to yammer on about her pet rabbit. From the sympathetic looks I got from other employees as we went by, they'd been treated to the same inane tirade many times over.

I finally caught my first sight of the stallion as we rounded the last couple of trees. He was hanging out right up by the fence of the small paddock, using one of the posts to scratch an itch on his shoulder. His ears perked up as we neared him and he twisted his head around slightly to get a look at us, but otherwise gave no sign of being terribly interested. He didn't even stop scratching.

After the employee said goodbye and went about her business, I approached the fence. And that, finally, got his attention.

At first he backed off a few inches, temporarily abandoning his itchy shoulder to observe me from a safe distance. He wanted to see what I would do as much as I wanted to see what he'd do. And for my part, I just planned on standing there. For however long it took.

As I leaned on the rail, I spoke softly to him, watching his neck vents flare slightly and his ears swivel about to catch my words. After a few minutes, his itchiness apparently won out over his caution. Slowly, delicately, he came forward once more and, with a sideways glance in my direction, resumed rubbing against the post. Though this time he was scratching his side. It put his face much closer to the fence, and we were practically nose to nose. Yet I still didn't move. And I kept up the monologue. In fact, I find myself telling the Nera all I could remember about the female employee's rabbit. I couldn't think of anything else to talk about! It didn't seem to bother him though. In fact, it seemed like he was ignoring me - much as I had been ignoring the original teller of the tale. Then, suddenly, the stallion lifted his head. He leaned forward slightly. I found his lips brushing my nose....

It was my turn to backpedal a bit. I wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, and when dealing with a massive, carnivorous alien equid, a dose of caution is worth a million dollars of reconstructive facial surgery. My surprise also caused my mouth to shut with a click, and silence fell over us both.

Seemingly satisfied, the stallion adjusted his position and began scratching his butt on the post.

I had just been told to 'shut up' by a Nera.

Shoving my hands deep into my pockets, I couldn't help but break into a grin. Apparently he'd already herd enough about that darn rabbit to last him a lifetime, too! Was there anyone around here that the lady hadn't bothered?

~Image here~

Monk had been with me for a couple of months already, and was settling in well. He had a small paddock all to himself, up next to the house where I could keep an eye on him, and I'd converted the old fishpond contained therein into a Nera wading pool. Read - he ate all the fish in two days, and I didn't buy any more because I'm not THAT stupid. He spent many hours each day soaking in the center of the pool. And when he wasn't soaking, he was wallowing in the mud around its edge. It really seemed to help his skin, so I didn't begrudge him, though I missed my goldfish. Some of them had been several years old, and they'd been getting quite large... live and learn, I suppose?

Anyway, between his personal mud-spa and the medicated baths I'd been giving him on a bi-weekly basis, Monk's hide was beginning to shine. The last of his torn skin flaps had healed up nicely. He was even - slowly - beginning to accept the idea of me massaging lotion onto his every morning without trying to nip my fingers. Thus, I deemed it was about time to start his training in earnest. Though I really didn't like the idea of putting a normal saddle on him - the way the straps were, I was worried they'd interfere with the nubs on his tail and lower neck.

I found the solution in Sam's old racing saddle. I'd only used it on him twice, so it was practically brand-new, and being a racing saddle it was much smaller, lighter, and simpler than the usual gear. Best of all, it lacked the extra straps which wrapped around the base of the tail and the chest! Eventually I planned on going bareback with him, but for now, it was a good starting point. As for the bridle, well... the people at the agency had been using a special sort of thing (X - X) to lead him around, and had given it to me when I'd taken him home. So he was used to it. It was based the war bridles of native North American peoples, and put minimum stress on the delicate ridges of Monk's face while still allowing him to be directed by a rider. Quite clever really!

It was this special bridle I used when I led Monk to the bullpen, where the racing saddle was waiting for us on the rail.

Monk being Monk, he spotted it right away and shied from it - he didn't know what it was, for one thing, and for another it probably still smelled like Sam, whom he'd only met from a distance due to my wanting to get his skin in better shape before letting romp with other Nera. Yes, he fixed that saddle in his 'sights' and stared at it. Hard. As I had on our first meeting, and many times since, I simply slipped his bridle off and retreated to the fence. It was best to let him go at his own pace. Cautious as anything, he'd figure out the saddle was no threat soon enough, then we'd be set. If I tried to rush matters, he could spook and we'd be at it for twice as long.

Sure enough, five minutes later, after having given the saddle a thorough sniff, a nip, and a tug which nearly tumped it off its perch, Monk was wandering around the bullpen in a blase fashion and ignoring it completely. He probably expected me to lunge him - that's the only reason he'd ever been in the pen.

At this point I pulled the saddle into my arms and marched right up to him. Eight other Nera I'd saddled, and eight other Nera had reacted in their own way. If I'd learned anything, it was not to have any set expectations.

As I approached, Monk twisted around to watch. I stopped just short of him, and let him sniff at the saddle again. When he turned his attention to nibbling at my hair - an odd habit he had that I equated to communal grooming, I shifted the saddle into one hand, patted him on the neck, then took it in both hands again and hefted it as carefully as possible into position.

Monk started slightly.

His head raised slightly and his ears went back at the same time as he shifted his weight and stamped a foot into the dust. I had made no move to fasten the girth. Instead I kept a hand on the saddle to keep it from sliding, and spoke softly to Monk to reassure him. I was rewarded with another stamp of his foot. Then he craned around and began picking at the thing on his back. When he stopped that, only to bring his tail around and started tugging at it with the nub-hand on its tip, I sighed and began rooting around in my pockets until I found a couple of mushrooms. Monk loved mushrooms! When I offered them to him, one at a time, gradually, I succeeded in getting his attention OFF the saddle and onto ME just long enough to get his bridle back on (between his bites of shroom) and get him moving around the bullpen.

After he had been walking for several minutes his gait evened out and his head began to droop. He was beginning to relax. As I've already said, a racing saddle weighs nowhere near as much as a normal saddle, so he didn't have a very large adjustment to make.

I stopped him, feeding him another mushroom to keep him occupied, then moved to fasten up the girth. Up until now I'd been carrying it over my shoulder. Naturally, I didn't tighten it all the way, but I made sure it was snug enough for Monk to feel its soft lining against his stomach. Which got him all wound up again. This time I simply slipped his bridle off and let him go, retreating to my habitual position by the fence to watch Monk as he meandered about. I was careful to keep an eye on the saddle's position - to make sure it wasn't slipping or rubbing.

It would be a while yet until Monk was fully comfortable with this new sensation, but that was fine by me. I was in no hurry what-so-ever. And for now, I'd gotten him saddled for the first time with a minimum of fuss.

Username: KellySosa
MW Name: Naga - Indian serpent there's also Nagaina, but she's a villainess in Rikki Tikki Tavi
Gender: Female
Backstory: Naga is not a normal wolf she's mutated with a snake. One day a brown wolf was walking along the streets like any other day, but today she decided to go off to a new neighborhood she's never been to, this choice would change his life forever. She walked into the street oaks. She saw lots of graffiti on the houses, mailboxes, and stop signs. She slowly walked in the middle of the road, not making any noise, she looked around feeling it wasnt safe. She wanted to turn back, but she was halfway through the neighborhood. She could make it she thought. Suddenly the old nasty black house with the numbers 269 fadded, with a creak the door opened. Naga frozen in her tracks with fear. Out came out a boy with dark brown hair, with pale skin, wearing a blue shirt, with dark blue jeans. The boy looked at Naga in curiosity tilting his head. Naga didnt know what to do so she slowly walked to the end of the street. The boy then saw her walk awag but instead of letting her go he ran to the end of the street before she could get their. Naga stunned at what the boy did slowly backed away looking around her to see a way out. The boy quickly kicked the wolf, grabbed her from the street, and took her inside his house. After the kick Naga fell to the ground dizzy with blood dripping from her jaw from the broken teeth the boy hit. She then felt someone pick her up and then she passed out. She then woke up, on a silver table in a dark room, not knowing how long she's been asleep. She tried to get up and jump off, but her legs felt so week as if they were beaten. She then heard the door fly open and then saw the lights turned on. Stunned by the light she squinted her eyes trying to see who was their, her eyes then focused and saw a boy, the same boy she saw on the street. The boy neared her, with gloves on his hands. He then went to the cabins on the left side of the room, he opened them and got two things, a doctors mask and a syringe. Naga feared what the boy was going to do to her. He then reached his pocket and took out three clear cans with a green liquid inside. She didnt know what it was but it smelled awful. The boy then put the cans on the counter and put the syringe into one of the cans and took out the green liquid. After a couple of seconds the liquid was drained from the can into the syringe. He then walked to her, Naga in fear tried to move, to get away, but it was no use she felt so weak. The boy then tried to put the syringe into her her leg, but Naga tried to bite him, the boy jumped away to get away from beign bitten. Naga then growled to tell him to get away, in anger the boy grabbed her snout and pinned it down to the table, Naga winced in pain. The boy took the syringe into one of her legs, and she starts to have shock, she starts to get out of control hitting everything and having bubbles out of her mouth. The boy then gets the other two cans and drains the liquid he puts the same syringe into her skull while pinning her down so she wont break the needle. The wolf then starts to have more bubbles run out of her mouth and her eyes start to roll back. The boy is not done, he grabs the last can, opens it, and instead of using the syringe, he tilts the can into her mouth so she can drink it, she tried to spit it out, but he closed her mouth and tilted her head so it would be forced to go down. She then started to grow cream and black colored markings along her back, het fur then turns from a brown to a dark green/brown color. The boy hurries to get a new syringe and uses the rest of the liquid and puts it into her back. Her eyes turn a bright yellow, but then she starts to transform. The boy then leaves the room quickly and locks the door. Naga is in so much pain and all she can do is let the liquid control her body. Hours later the pain goes away and to her surprise shes alive, she jumps off the table and lands on the floor, she feels well, she doesnt feel different, she thinks to herself "what dod he do to me." she sees a broken glass on the floor and goes to see herself and what she sees terrified her, she had yellow eyes, differeng colored fur and new markings on her, she then backs away from the mirror and says "what happened to me" she then sees something starge, she stinks her tongue out and sees its not her toungue it's a snakes. "What am I." She then heard the door knob beign unlocked, thw boy then walked in with a smile on his face "it worked" he yelled in happiness. Naga looked at him in anger, she growled, arching her back, to make herself look bigger. The boy reached out to Naga to touch her, bug Naga wouldnt let him, she quickly jumped on the boy and pinned him down, and in anger bit his hand with so much force. The boy screamed in pain hitting the wolf to let him go after a couple of seconds she released him. She had blood dipping down her jaw and the boy had puncture wounds with a bkack liqiud on it. The boy knew what it was and was scared at what wpuld happen to him but Naga didnt know what it was. The boy then screamed again this time louder. He layed on the floor cradeling his hand trying to make the pain go away. The wolf backed away not knowing what she did. The boy then looked at the wolf and closed his eyes. Naga didnt know what was happening, she was confused, she went to the boy to see if he was ok. She nuzzled him with her nose to wake him up, but he wouldn't open his eyes, she tried again and again, nothing. She then connected the dots, she is part snake, snakes have venom, she bit the boy, so that means she killed him. She feared what she had done she ran away she went outside looking to see if anyone was their. She went to the park and hid in the woods. She now knows what she is, what she can do, and that other people wont accept her, she will be hunted down if she is seen. She then goes deep inside the woods where humans never go because its off limits. She has decided to love her unitl she dies, she will live alone, always in fear, and im sadness, she can never be the wolf she use to be.

10 minutes left until winner is chosen!

Winner is KellySosa! I can see you put effort in the backstory, congratulations!

lil colorful cuties, congrats <33

Both are simply adorable!

Omg I just flew off my bed. I need to talk to Frost but that right kit hnnng.

Bump!

Nice Job And In So Little Timing

Thank you!
(bumping again)

Username: MultipleDinosaurs
Name: Ooze
Gender: Male
Guess: Green ?

Username: Minami
Name: Ozzie
Gender: Male
Guess: Blue

Username: Cojinxleafbelle
Name: Artemis
Gender: Female
Guess: Red?

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.o.
*faints*
They're so cute!!!

Lezlee: My babies ;u;
Atlas: new siblings!!


I'll discuss fates with wolfeh c:

Username:meowien
Name:Nathaniel
Gender: Male
Guess:ADC-793

Username: kootra
Name: Chester
Gender: Male
Guess: ABD-333

Username: Lioncourt
Name: Rhett
Gender: Male
Guess: ACD - 343

Sorry this has taken so long but she is yours! Congrats! and I will see what I can do about an aussie design

Thank you so much! I was afraid that the adoption was canceled because of the after the end date ouo

And thank you again for considering an aussie design <3

He's adorable. We will talk it over and let you know soon!
Thank you ;3;

//steals//
;-; congrats!!

Popping back in here to say that his little guy is staying with me.
I haven't thought of a name for him yet, but his current nickname is Mudd Bug

Edit;;
His name is Maldric (goes by Mal whom i will probably doodle in a brown coat XD)
But i am totally going to keep calling him mudd bug o3o

Username: Vinson
Show name: Whispers In The Night
Barn name: Myrkur (Icelandic for darkness)

Username: » Asterous «
Show name: Phantom Of The Opera
Barn name: Leroux

The popular broadway show 'phantom of the opera' was originally a novel writen by french writer Gaston Leroux. It was first published September 23, 1909. The book was inspired by actual incidents that occurred in the 1840's at the paris opera.

Username: boomboompow13
Show name: Latin words
Barn name: acer
( means keen eager sharp fierce severe in Latin)

Username: Vinson
Name: Seer Of All//Fate
Companion: male barred owl he calls Aldo

Username: tomijojo
Name: snowfall
Companion: a little injured piebald deer that he found when it was just a fawn

Username: JerseyDusk
Name: Frontier
Companion: Pomsky <3

are we ment to post a name? cause I got one... Misty? is that a good name? sry this Is my first time so im not completely sure what to do...

Username: .FlamingFeather.
MW Name: Tornado or Tori for short
Gender: Female

melodythepup wrote:are we ment to post a name? cause I got one... Misty? is that a good name? sry this Is my first time :lol: so im not completely sure what to do...

He is so presh omg thank you baneee

//flops//
I can't even. Thank you bane <3
We will talk about his fate and let you know later!

Edit;;

He's going to Tyki o3o

Username: Unbroken.::. Souls

Name: Asteroid

Gender: Male

A gif that reminds you of this Sima: cs doesnt like me ;-; wont let me post it ;-;

Username: raven howl
Name: Hades
Gender: Male
A gif that reminds you of this Sima: