Username; Scooteson
Name; Velvet
Gender; Male
Cleud Crush; #180

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MysticPoison45
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Razzy
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Scooteson wrote:Username; Scooteson
Name; Velvet
Gender; Male
Cleud Crush; #180

Immy, she is absolutely gorgeous! I think her barn name will be River, and her show name with be Light's Twisted Path.
*squeals* aah, I'm so excited to train her! That rearing habit's going to make it tough, but I'll see what I can do.

I don't understand how people are so good at drawing!

Lol I'm late to see this otl |D
Kai is still a child ;0
Kainan;; not far behind now! ... -shuffles away-

omg this girl is amazing AHH <33

she's gorgeous! i love the purple markings!

Owner: horseluv5829
Show Name: MP Gotta Love Lady//Lady
Gender: Mare
Age: 4 years
Height: 12.3 hh
Discipline ridden: Hunter Jumpers
Other:

Owner: boomboompow13
Show Name:elastic heart
Gender:mare
Age:9
Height:13.3
Discipline ridden:jumpers
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Owner: flurree
Show Name: deon
Gender: stallion
Age: six years old
Height: 12hh
Discipline ridden: cross country
Other:

marking<3

username; ~Pinkie Pie~
name; Noah
gender; Male
an image that reminds you of them;

German Shepherd

username; SilverSamurai
name; Kite
gender; male
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username •• Sly.Blue
name •• Cecil
gender •• male
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username; xXIgnisXx
show name;Never Say The Stars Wont Shine // Milky Way
gender;Agender // Biologically a stallion but will be gelded after 4 breedings
halter;raven black with little star shaped studs on the cheek band outlined in silver

claiming this mare

I hope I'm not bothering anyone, but in case the owner was curious, here's their sibling! n w n <3

She so purdy!

Izzy: Lookit my little boy! *huddles them up into big hug ball with Jez* They shall be dashing warriors!

Oh man Luna. They are beautiful!

Username: The Missing Kurloz
Name: Viviana (Vivi for short)
Gender: female
Item: Gold locket that she had formed into a necklace to keep with her
Extras:
-Personality: very perky and fun loving, Vivi sometimes thinks of herself as a motivator for others cause she loves helping others out no matter what the problem is or what in moment in time she's in ,always free for others on her time is their time.
pet peeves- grammar errors and dark colors

Username: she wolf warrior
Name: Zircon, but she goes by Zee or Connie.
Gender: female
Item: Wip, thinking about a scarf or pocket watch
Extras: (These are optional and unlimited.) art and personality wip

Username: Cojinxleafbelle
Name: Aquila
Gender: Female
Item: An aquamarine heart that serves as her family heirloom ((Oh nice! My "item is heirloom" idea got stolen!))
Extras: (These are optional and unlimited.)
((Possibly putting art here))
Dropping out because idea was stolen. Not coming back after this incident..

Day One

''And then my soul saw you and it kind of went ''Oh, there you are. I've been looking for you.''

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Planes, again? I clutched my bag tightly as the plane launched itself through the thick cloud up in the atmosphere. My stomach whirled with excitement and nerves. The second Mustang Makeover, and I was back to try and help another Mustang along. My thoughts darted back to Promise. She would have landed in sunny Wyoming by now, her foal at foot. I had twisted a couple of arms to get the two over to America so I was glad to have them here for support.

After the Mustang Makeover, Promise's training had not stopped. It never stops! There is still so much more she is learning, particularly in the arena. Promise gave birth to her 'mystery dad' foal and the little colt was stunning! Things were definitely doing great. I looked out the window quickly and my heart dropped again. I kept my eyes fixed on the floor, feeling the thuds of flight attendant feet as they went to get their seats. ''Cabin and Crew, prepare for landing.''

Slightly disorientated and shaky-legged, I picked up my luggage, packing the masses of it into my loan car - the one with the biggest boot I could find! I drove over the the cargo plane centre, signing papers for about an hour before I was reunited with Promise and Foal. I stroked Promise as she paced slightly, aware of the loud jets and huge planes. I quickly loaded her into my loan trailer, securing the foal too. 'WOOF'. I chuckled to myself. 'How could I forget about you, Digger?' A short-haired black and white border collie with too much energy for that body of his bounded from the cart, instantly inspecting his surrounding. I let him jump into the passenger seat of the car, deciding to leaving his leash on for safety reasons. No one wanted to be unexpectedly love-attacked by my crazy furball!



I took a sharp breath in, map in hand as I studied the layout of Wyoming. I had rented a small place with 2 lush green meadows, a barn, a guest house, 2 arenas, a round yard and other small horsey facilities. It was secluded and quiet with a lush pine plantation - slightly unusual for Wyoming! I negotiated my way through the town to arrive at the driveway. I was to be sharing the place with the owner, Lauren. I drove carefully down the driveway, stopping in front of a grand double storey house. A woman with curly black hair and a slightly freckled face in her mid twenties welcomed me at the door with a big hug. 'Welcome, Aria! It's so great to have you here!' She led me to the guest house. It was almost like a whole new house, even surrounded by it's own 'house paddock'. We let Promise with little one at foot into the paddock - they will love it here!

I was able to settle into my house and unpack my belongings. Wyoming's beautiful landscape was everything that I had pictured from the book Flicka. It was stunning! I swallowed lumps in my throat as I opened my car door, letting Digger leap onto the second seat. It was time to collect my mustang. The drive wasn't long, but my hands dripped with sweat on the wheel. I pulled into the driveway and was welcomed by Amy Westfield again. She knew my name this time, taking me to a yard with my name on it. My heart was pounding, I could feel the pulse in my head. I clung to the bars of the yard, peering in curiously. I gasped as I took in the sight of my beautiful mustang. He was incredible! I stared in awe at his beautiful gray coat. His muzzle faded to a black and his eye was lined with it too, making his deep blue eyes pop. A small patch of black from his sabino shone through. I was instantly attracted to this horse. He was old, I could tell. He was marked with battle scars, the sign of a noble stallion who fought hard. He was wise however. His body language indicated that he would not be as skittish as Promise, but he did have his issues.




This gelding has quite the reputation on the range. He's lived through countless storms, harsh seasons, predator attacks, stallion scuffles, and a terrible wild fire. As thus, he's scarred and has old burns on his haunches. His life, however, has made him virtually bombproof, aside from two things- the scent of smoke, and bright flashes of light. He is incredibly strong as well, with lots of stamina.



I drove carefully on the way home to ensure the Mustang was confortable. I could hear his unbalanced hooves clattering and thudding on the floor of the trailer. I opened the ramp into the round yard and let the mustang loose, watching as he tore around the yard. With the trailer parked, I grabbed a leather halter that could break just in case, and went into the round up. I planned to do join up sometime later in the week but I needed time to clean him up and observe him. He trotted with his tail high in the air, tense and fearful. I squatted down in the middle of the round yard, adrenaline tearing through my body. To dangerously put squat down near a scared wild horse is something I was hoping I wouldn't do. I waited for the Mustang to run his heart out, and after what seemed like forever, he came to a halt. Taking deep, calm breaths, I looked at the ground, inching over to the horse. He was frozen still. My eyes peeked into his before flashing back to the ground. I could see him wanting to run away, but he didn't. Something was stopping him from running. I slipped the halter over his head and buckled it quickly, watching as the mustang raised his head in alarm. He backed up, cantering around the yard in fear. I quickly ran out of the yard and sat just outside of it, watching him as he reacted to the halter being on his head. I winced, having to watch it. I knew however that I had to get a halter on as soon as possible otherwise I wouldn't be able to turn him out for fear of not getting him back again.

I opened the yard gate and let him out into my paddock next to the house paddock. My Mustang trotted over, tail in the air to greet Promise and Foal. It was like he knew them! I smiled, watching the horses interact. Sitting down once more to watch, I could feel the gelding tense slightly when he acknowledged me. I studied his filthy coat and pondered over where to start with my horse. Finding a name seemed like the way to start but I had no idea what to call my beautiful gelding. I flipped to the back of my diary and started to sketch him, running my pencil along the line of his beautiful crest from his stallion years. I shaded over his slightly dished face and contoured cheek bone, smiling as his profile began to pop out of the page. I carefully created each scar on his body, wondering just how he got each one, my imagination running wild as I played out stallion fights and scrabbles and incidents in my head. My mustang was a warrior, and I don't want to break that in him.

It feels great to be in America again!
Goodnight Diary,
Aria xx

Achievements
Brought my Mustang home and had him settled in
He will need a wash this week!
This week I need to observe him and get him used to being around me

Day Two

'All my life, one page at a time, I'll show you my, my true colours.'

After rushing breakfast and shoving a crinkled polo shirt over my head, I speedwalked out the door, almost running into Lauren. I checked in on Promise and her colt, throwing a summer sheet over her back to protect her from the occasional winds and bugs. She stared at me with her liquid brown eyes, ears pricked. I scratched behind her ears, leaving her once more to graze. I quickly made my way to the gate of the paddock holding my Mustang. He had sure made himself at home! I grabbed a clean thin leather halter from the gate and walked over quietly. Of course, he wanted nothing to do with it so I walked towards the roundyard at the top of the paddock. I rounded him into it carefully, shutting the gate as he trotted around anxiously.



I sighed, tying the halter to the fence and walking back to the house to retrieve Promise. The foal grazed quietly as I removed her from the paddock. My weaning practice had been paying off! I put a neatly pressed white 'WWS' saddle blanket over the mare's back, followed by a black AP saddle and breastplate. Then came her boots and bridle. Promise didn't flinch as I swung into the saddle, tightening my girth once more when mounted. It felt good to be in the saddle again. I took Promise to the indoor arena, walking past the rather large jumps laid out. Lauren must have been jumping lately. They were definitely over a metre, a bit too big for Promise's type. I took one of them down to 90 centimetres. Warming her up, I took her over the jump a couple of times, feeling sweat build up on her neck. Taking her tack off and putting it away, I put her rope halter on. I vaulted onto her back, cantering over to the river to let her roll. When she was nice and damp, I scrubbed her with shampoo, getting all the dirt from her travel out of her creamy coat. Grabbing a bucket, I doused all the suds away once more, letting her dry in the warm sunlight before covering her with a sheet once more.

I looked back to the Gelding who had calmed only slightly. We had time, and lots of it. I grabbed a rope from the post and stepped into the yard. The horse tensed again. I swung the rope at him, making him run his heart out around the yard with his head high. He couldn't get away from me, he could only run in circles around me or come closer. I pushed him on, every time he slowed I flicked the rope more. What astounded me was how fit he was. I was getting dizzy turning in circles and was close to giving up and stopping. I could see the horse begin to lower his head as he cantered. I dropped the rope and turned away from him, hearing his thudding hooves cease. It was no relevation, but when I turned around he was faced to me, stock still once more like he had been yesterday. He was frozen like the ice over a lake, his wise eyes staring into my mind. I was entranced by him. There was something about this horse that was so unlike any horse I've ever worked with before. My arm flinched at the flies and the horse reacted to that, snapping out of his trance and moving off again. I left him alone, going into the tack room to put Promise's tack away in her trunk. I had brought along an AP saddle an a jump saddle, a bridle, a halter, leadrope, saddle blanket, boots, a breastplate and rugs for Promise. I was going off to buy the same for my Mustang. I hopped into my car, driving to the tack store.

It was fun to splurge a little bit. I bought an extra light synthetic AP saddle and a stretchier girth for comfort. I bought some safety-break stirrups and 4 protective horse boots. I bought a hanoverian bridle with a removable noseband and a comfy padded saddle blanket with fleece around the wither. I wanted my horse to be as comfortable as possible. I bought a 5 point breastplate, one of my guilty pleasures. Seeing as my Mustang was used to the harsh winter cold, I bought a summer sheet and a medium-fill winter rug to go over the top in winter - it was all he really needed anyway. After 20 more minutes putting more things I didn't need into my basket, I exited, heaving bags to my car and unpacking them excitedly.

When I got back to the farm, I checked in on my Mustang. He was still again and I sighed. Grabbing a long lunge rope, I went into the ring again to try the join up technique. When he had slowed and stopped, I walked up to him with my head to the ground. He snorted as I reached the clip of the rope up to his chin. *Click*. With that, he was off around the yard. I loosened my grip on the

rope, letting the contact fade as he cantered around the ring. I held onto the rope, slowly tightening it and he circled around me smaller and smaller. He finally stopped, the whites of his eyes showing as I pulled on the rope slightly and he jumped forward to avoid the pressure. I led him to the gate on a very loose rein and opened it. He jigged out, spooking at the snaking rope. 'Whooooo.' I began to go for a walk around the paddock and the horse had no choice but to follow. I took him to the river, watching him paw at the river on the very end of my lead rope. He went down to roll and I watched in awe as mud cascaded down his back, falling into the river. He rolled again to show his pure snowy coat. I got the whole picture as all the dirt dissapeared showing his creamy tail and mane. I looked at the black spot on his bottom, like a sprinkling of ash. His true colours.

Settling into my bed for the night with my Mustang grazing peacefully out in the paddock once more, I gazed at the paintings on the wall. One of them caught my eye. I studied the snowy volcano with dustings of ash on it and closed my eyes, imagining the flashes and smoke from the terrifying event of Pompeii. I had an AHA moment. My mustang was snowy and pure with sprinklings of 'ash' on him, and he was terrified of smoke and flashing. Pompeii would be his name.

WWS, Ash Falls Like Snow

Goodnight Diary,
Aria xx

Achievements
Clipped a lunge line on my Mustang
Tried join up, he's not as responsive to it at Promise but I think we are getting somewhere
He has a name! Pompeii!

UNGODLY CHOKING
i love him so much omg
THANKS PEACE

[dying noises in the background]

such a cutie, congratulations!
beep beep not enough coffee

Bump That is tough, had to check for the custom part + what to do when you don't want the oxirie anymore But yeah, everything can be easily found on main page Pretty design!

Name: Raindrops Falling Down
Owner: broken*
Can oxiries be green or purple? no, never!
How do you get a custom? customs are available only if Nira Katsumi or an artist offers you one
What do you do if you don't want your oxirie anymore? you pm Nira Katsumi and Nira will readopt the oxirie out.
Who was this lineart made by? tigergirl770
Last but not least: link to the fanclub, please!: fanclub

Just wanted to say you got it right broken I'm sure Vampire will edit it soon, but just wanted to tell you that the Oxirie is yours ^^

Love it! Thank you!
It shall be a him, and his name shall be Shepe :D

omg
all these pretty chimeras
Nearaaaaa you're killing meeeeee *faint*

36?

Okay, so I've changed this up a bit, instead of guessing the number, I want a color pallet with two new shades of red to revamp them with.

umg dere booty n grace
I'll have to talk to ~ M a y a ~ about these lil ones :'v

Xenos;; My fault???? I barely spoke to Cole. You probably didn't give him enough money.

They're so adorable~ We're discussing their fates now! ^w^

I'll be taking the blue bab and Sasariously will be taking the brown bab~

I'll name her Iris and her theme song will be From Finner - Of Monsters and Men

Also, may I be added? c:

These are so fab
hawt daum

i wuf the one on da left <3

Ahh they're both so pretty! ;0
Congrats!

So pretty omg! Thank you rachie c:

Name: Chasing Tomorrow // Charlotte
Gender: mare

1. First encounter
2. Adjusting to the new home
3. Introduction of the halter
4. Meeting a friend
5. Gaining your horse's trust
6. First time with saddle
7. Ground work
8. First ride
9. Free spot

So sorry for making you look at my crappy art ;n;

Woaah. You never fail to make great kiddos Syra! Lucky parents. <3

Ahhh cutie <3 Shes so adorable omg congrats!

oh my god she's such a cutie aaah
congrats you guys hhh!!

Name; Ruin
Gender; Female

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Name; Luna
Gender; Female

Username;; Ember the Wolf
Name;; Xbalanque- Meaning Jaguar son or Hidden Sun. Xbal for short
Gender;; Male
Personality;; Xbal is always curious. He is super into archaeology and loves to go excavating with others. His dream is to one day find the legendary city of Gold. He is not one to start up a conversation but is willing to talk to anyone. Once you get him going xbal is a chatter box. He could go on for hours just about one trip he has been on. He likes to day dream and often will trail off with a sentence half way finished because he gets distracted with his own thoughts.
He adores watching the history channel, and the discovery channel, and anything that deals with myths and runis of any kind. one of his biggest dreams is to go deep sea diving to ruins so he can study the effect water has on them.
Xbal very much dislikes people who can't sit still. He enjoys just sitting and watching the sky, or the clouds of whatever is in front of him. He also dislikes heights and is rather afraid of anything much higher than three feet. He always stays on the bottom floor of any hotels he visits.

Username;;Killua Z.
Name;;itzel. Named after the mayan rainbow goddess(because she is based off of mayan temples and her personality)
Gender;;female
one extra;;Itzel's personality is very outgoing and bright. She loves art, reading, and every once in a while she needs some time to herself. She is very friendly and easy to get along with. You can gain her trust easily but once you loose it you will probably never gain it back.

Username;; Incubo
Name;;
Gender;;
one extra;; art

OMG B! These are too cute!!! <3 congrats Simonpet! I want a baby!!!!! BABS BABS BABY BOOM!

Ps: should we link to parents' page?

I'll talk to my friend about this pair. I'll let you know what we decide! Also, these are wonderful babies. XD

Expresso. wrote:OMG B! These are too cute!!! <3 congrats Simonpet! :) :thumbup: I want a baby!!!!! :lol: BABS BABS BABY BOOM! :)

Ps: should we link to parents' page? :)

Bump for this pretty Oxirie! <3