Oh my gosh, I'm restrain myself from trying out! These guys are gourgeous, congrats on the bab you own now! owo

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AHH CONGRATS TWITCH!

*All seven of my chimeras applaud you and welcome the foal into the chim army*

so pretty congrats twitch

what a precious little girl! thankyou so much twitchy dear, and you too grapey! you're welcome to a slot from her if you like c:
this filly's name is SL Porcelain / Coppélia, with a seafoam-y green lace over a cream colour as her halter please (with silver fittings cx)
*coppelia turns around and nudges twitch lovingly* guess who loves you c;

eeee thankyou grape 83 ♥
you're welcome bb! always ♥
awhhhhhh she's so cute cx//snuggles coppelia

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Claimed!

I'm gonna call him Sleeping Under the Stars "Tiff"

**If you can please refrain from posting until I say, it would be much appreciated. But I'm always open for PMs so if you have anything you would like to say PM it to me**

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Tiff in the wild

Day One
Day Two
Day Three

Information about Me that may be useful:

My name: Talina Hunter
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Origin: A girl from England who lives with her parents she has a horse, Cloud.
Crush: Tom becomes apparent as we go along, lol

24th July 2015 07:38 AM

I had woken up to the horrid sound of my alarm, wondering why I had set it in the Summer Holidays, then I remembered familiarizing my self with my new room, that I was taking part in the Mustang Makeover, and that I was more than a thousand miles away from my home and family. I had got dressed and put a small amount of make-up on before having breakfast. I unpacked my stuff last night with loads of spare time so I went and got to know everyone and the horses here. I went out to see my own horse, "Talina, there you are, Tiff was very feisty last night so we moved him to the far end paddock, so he has more room to run, Hope that's okay!" One of the stablehands, Tom, said to me as I passed by him, mucking his own pony's stall.
"Thats fine, thanks for telling me Tom!" I smiled at him, he was very attractive and when he smiled back it felt like my heart did a somersault. I had to go back to the cottage to get the halter I had brought for Tiff, so I ran back and grabbed it before jogging to the far end paddock where my Wild horse was waiting for me. Before I got there I stopped jogging, as I approached the paddock Tiff stood there staring at me, his eyes were wide and ears where facing me. He nickered, and pawed the floor nervously. I didn't want to risk Tiff getting loose; so instead I climbed over the fence and sat there patiently, none of us did anything for awhile, but after about an hour Tiff was becoming more comfortable with me being on the fence. He started to display common wild features, calling for other horses galloping around the field rearing and bucking and random times.
24th July 2015 09:55 AM
By now Tiff was completely fine with me sitting on the fence so I decided to slide down off the fence so I was standing inside the paddock. At first Tiff didn't realize, he was to busy rolling in the mud, and even when he stood up he didn't notice me standing. But when he did he became more alert and started to show dominant behaviour. I stood there for about fourty-five, then I walked a bit closer to Tiff.
24th July 2015 14:04 PM
It had taken roughly four hours to get this close to Tidd, I was within a few meters, I could touch him but I wasn't going to I was going to get him used to me being in his space so I sat down.
24th July 2015 17:40 PM
Wow just wow. Tiff had laid down about two meters away from me. He must of been fully comfortable with me in there, so I laid down too. Tomorrow I shall try to touch Tiff.

dropping out :c
sry
Good Luck To All!!

Username; Tynahi
Name; Daryl
Gender; Stallion
Halter colour;
What this tolter would do in an apocalypse;

Username: Nevriande
Show Name: Broken Bonds
Barn Name: Broken
Gender: Mare
Gif of a sorrel horse:

Username: Rose Rivervalley
Show Name: Sweet Ol' Caramel Cream
Barn Name: Caramel
Gender: Mare
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Username: SilverBell90
Show Name: Cheese fondue
Barn Name: Fondue
Gender: Mare
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Whispers name them Fatik. (FAY-tick) It means 'lethal'.

Show Name: Promise I'm Not Heartless
Barn Name: Fatik <3
Gender: Stallion
Halter Colour: Looks fine as it is <333

show name: when death had no name
name: danzig [prefers to be called danny]
gender: stallion
halter colour: faded black & gun metal

I'm sorry i had to nerd out, i was listening to metal shop and idek, it fit him <3 thank you so much twitchy he's perfect

username:NyanTheVulpes
name:Neon
gender:Male
rarity: rare (glowy eyes)
i want something glowy:
and something festive/exciting?:(below)
extra:WIP

username: Bentley
name: Akavi
gender: Male
rarity: rare (glowy eyes)
i want soemthing glowy: [X]
and something festive/exciting?: [X]
extra:

The fact that Akula was special wasn't really that much of a secret. His scales shimmered and glistened, more from a healthy glow than magic, but in the right light, he certainly seemed like some otherworldly benign creature. His eyes made sure that, even in darkness, he seemed more ethereal than mortal, and the paint trail he left swirled as though it held the secrets to life and the creation thereof within it.

The fortune-teller... he saw the potential of partnership with the smart little serpent. He could see just how easy it would be to attract the attention of the curious and wary, how it would bring them in for answers to the questions they had to the future. He was a weak medium, true, true, but it was the best skill he had, and he just needed something to... dress himself up a little. The fine suit, mixed with feathers and tumbled gems and skulls, they did the job fine, but with Akavi, he could be great, no?

Akavi hissed viciously as he reached in, backing away from those conniving fingers. He didn't want to be used, like the poor paintless yellowy boa that graced the neck of the model on the photo next to his little glass shelter. He wasn't an accessory, and he could just tell by the look in the human's eyes, that he wasn't going to be loved with him.

He flicked his tail, leaving splatters up the man's arm as he turned and hid deep within the soft bedding he'd been given by the snake dealer - who, thank everything, gently led the stranger away.

It was hardly a strange encounter; people had come from far and wide to try to win him over, so that they could profit off or otherwise use him without giving him what he wanted. And all that he desired was a place where he was cared for, treasured, and treated like he was just a normal pet. Most of all, that meant he would be loved. And all of the religious folks, the spiritual leaders, the phoneys and the fakes, the glamour idols, the objectifiers... none of them offered that.

The next kid to walk through the dealer's door was a ragged young man, with tired eyes. 'I want a buddy, he told the man, his voice distorted to Akavi's ears by the glass walls. 'Someone who's got love to give, and doesn't mind affection.' He went on to explain that he was down on his luck, kicked out by his family and abandoned by someone he'd given his heart to, and he needed a buddy to give him responsibility, to give him a reason to not hate the new days as they came along. And since he had always liked snakes, he'd stopped by.

Akavi's spirits almost soared. The young man wasn't really the first with this kind of story, but it was a rarity... and they almost always picked the cheaper ones - the paintless, perhaps, or the duller paint pythons that were up for sale for a lesser price. Akavi being as stunning as he was, he had been given a steep pricetag, one that few were willing to fork out.

Regardless, he unburied himself and shoved his body against the front wall, watching with one glowing eye as the young man started to go around, looking at the various specimens available. He took it slow, obviously looking for interest and awareness, and with each one he passed, not finding what he needed and moving along.

By the time he'd reached the wall that Akavi's shelter was embedded in, even from several feet away, he could see the hope dying in the human's eyes. The kid had had it rough; and the selection the dealer had was one of the largest and the best in the state (whatever that was; it had always gone over Akavi's head), and he hadn't stopped at any of the tanks on the other three walls.

Except... he did stop at Akavi's. And his tired eyes grew wide.

'Is this one even real?' Well. Akavi got that quite often. He wasn't surprised. He lifted his head and poked his snout at the glass, gauging his previous perception of the kid, and finding something that he liked in that astounded gaze. Something... that just...

Home was a good word for it.

Barely an hour later, Akavi had been wrapped in a warm towel and put in a box, his old pricetag - worn and faded and the numbers just barely pinched onto the little piece of paper - pulled off and thrown away.

Yeah, home covered it pretty well.

username: F o x .
name: Iris (I chose this name because the iris is a part of the eye, and she has glowy eyes, so it makes sense, as well as Iris means 'Rainbow' in Greek (: )
gender: Female
rarity: rare (glowy eyes)
i want soemthing glowy: Since this is a snake thing, why not a glowing snake?
and something festive/exciting?: Is this considered 'festive'..?
extra: One cool morning I woke up, leaping from me bed practically. I tossed the comforter and sheets into place, throwing my pillows onto my bed, not caring where they landed. Something had woken me up, and I felt it was important. I raced to my dresser as quickly (while still being quiet) as I could. Grabbing a random shirt and a random pair of pants, I dressed with lightning speed. Grabbing two socks, and slid them on, and crammed my feet into my hiking shoes. Tying them as fast as humanly possibly, and walked down the stairs, careful not to wake my parents. Sneaking into the kitchen, I grabbed a chocolate 'Cliff Bar' and headed towards the back door. I threw on my jacket, and opened the door. I made sure it shut quietly, and I sprinted to the woods, my amber colored hair splaying out behind me. I continued my sprint through the forest, ignoring the branches and vines that tugged on my loose hair. (I'm pretty sure I lost 50% of my hair...) Finally, I slowed down. A pale yellow trail of paint, or goo, or some thick substance is what I found next. Intrigued, I followed it. The sun began to rise, but most of the bushes where still shadowy. Suddenly, the bush infront of me began to glow... or eyes in the bush began to glow. One green, one purple. For some reason, I felt that this was a defense mechanism of whatever lay behind the bush. For some reason, I felt unthreatened. I parted the bushes, and there she lay. A beautiful rainbow colored snake with black patterns. I gasped at the beauty of her. I slowly picked her up, showing I meant no harm. I suppose it was just some connection, because she curled around my wrist tightly, like she wanted to stay. I smiled, and brought her home. That was about 5 years ago, and today Iris still curls around my wrist and watches everything that I do intently. We are the best of friends.

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name: Michelle
gender:Female
quote: Famous Quote: "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened" One i made up that seemed fitting:"Remember, sunshine is life, sunshine is love."

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name: Jasper
gender: Male
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I think I will name this beautiful baby peach.
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female
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"I have learned that there is more power in a good strong hug than in a thousand meaningful words"

Beautiful! <3 I love that marking on the lip! <3

Aww thank you so much!! I didn't realize I was getting a runner up prize!! I'll keep the same name for her, "Deep in The Forest // Hyde" c:

Thank you, Nire.

And you're welcome, Bella278436. As you gave exactly the correct answer you deserved a runner up.

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aviate

name
sagittarius.
nicknames include tari, rius, and swaggittarius.

personality
tari is a very confident and outgoing person, although this does lead to recklessness more than occasionally. his actions mostly consist of animalistic activities and rough-housing, being a professional wrestler gives him the chance to work out. he boasts often and will dive in headfirst at any given chance, even if it leads to his own injury. what he does usually acts as a shield or cover to his own feelings, as although he has the aura of someone who is certain of himself, he does things to cover up his insecurities. his blanket can be broken easily however, and he can break just as quickly.

likes
wearing shorts, the beach, lemonade, origami, kites.

dislikes
spicy foods, cats, the cold, shells, country music.

hobbies
collecting rocks, wrestling, occasionally surfing.

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professional beach hunk snake wrangler in training.
he have been working as a snake wrangler for three years now, and for the most part he is successful and quick to finish the job.

secret
he has a snake bite on their right upper thigh from a burmese python that they received when he was a novice, it never healed properly and left various nicks in his skin. although this doesn't normally bother him in daily activities, seeing his right thigh exposed is like a trigger that can bring him back to the time he got bitten, so it has always been bandaged up underneath the shorts he wears. he changes the bandages regularly while averting his eyes to the scars.

what do other pallios think of him?


cam wrote:oo tari ? hes really cool ! like, really, really cool. he makes me happy !.. although he is often really rowdy and.. loud i guess ? which is sorta.. unnerving and gets me a bit shaky but i manage ! i do find him real funny because some of the things he does is really stupid but heh, i dont mind. honestly hes a real sweet guy and i know how he hides his emotions under his huge circus show (i am the emotions king do not question me at all) which it.. really upsets me. i mean its not actually being true to who he really is -covering everything up with a blank screen- and i honestly think he should just admit to things sometimes because everyone has their own faults ! but i mean, as long as he.. seems happy, at the least, im happy but that doesn't stop me from having an inner concern yknow ?

anyways he likes lemonade so dumping lemonade on him is some kudos points.. he seems to like it anyway because he's.. ten times hotter ? i dunno. overall hes my good friend and i worry about him as needed and im often very clingy to him cause all the ladies want his attention and i want it more hmpH

Username: Lilelith
Name: Teikoku
Sex: Male
Gender: Masculine
Rarity: Common
Number: 2

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wipp

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Trish
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Rarity: Common
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Peacock palette :3
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Triangles, african patterns and something hipster-ish :3
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Rubies or sapphires :3

marking q v q <33
such a pretty guy, <3

i'm going to enter - such a pretty boy! [mark]

marrrkk

Name;; Crystal
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Snacks snakes snack on;; Leaves

he's so pretty ;u; congrats to the future owner

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The origin of this particular species is unknown. It is guess that it was the iqena who sparked the mythos of unicorns, pegasus, kirin, and hundreds more that have become legend. Thousands of years of speculation and wonder have led to the constant search of this elusive species.

Iqena are commonly friendly towards any creature of any world. Their peaceful souls only adding to the mystery of their vast variations. Even the youngest of iqena are clueless to their biological origin. Some say that they are born from the mind, much like the goddess Athena.
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shortened ears - hair - horns(x2)- hair ties(x3) - bangle


For this iqena, you'll be choosing a theme song and relating it to either their personality or domain.
You're allowed 2 extras, whether it be art, more writing, or etc.

Ends July 18th

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marking <3

Username: PVRIS
Name: Beau mystère (beautiful Mystery in French)
Gender: female
Domain: an abandoned warehouse that she has re designed to her liking.
Theme Song(explanation 250 words): wip
Extras(x2):

story and poem

mark omg!! i love her so much!! ;w; aaa thank you!!

Name: Irati Silva

(just a note that Irati has a female rider who looks like this. :3)

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At first I had no troubles at all getting Irati Silva into the horse trailer until that pesky little mare decided to pick up her hoof and aim it right towards my arm. Thankfully, it didn't hit my arm, instead Irati's hoof missed my arm. At that point I KNEW she didn't want to be in that trailer and back to the barn. I then thought to myself that it'd be worse to get her out of the horse trailer, since just about everyone knows a green horse like Irati can surely gallop off and jump around when she's not handled correctly. Haha, someone might be stunned by her beauty and not even help!

Okay... back to getting her into the horse trailer. It felt like a decade or two, but I dealt with it anyways. Irati kept throwing her head around, which I knew was a sign that she really didn't want to be in that trailer. Eventually she just gave up and very slowly walked on in the square trailer. There was a haynet, and I didn't think Irati liked it until she nommed on a piece of hay and decided to stick with it.

The ride towards home wasn't that bad, besides the amount of time. I happen to be really kind of impatient and the ride was about an hour long. It was about 2:41 PM when Irati was unloaded from the trailer. I'm going to be honest, I myself was quite afraid of that horse. I couldn't show that I was terrified of her, because she'd get really tense around me and then who knows what could happen?

So after the trailer door was open, I gently grabbed the rope of the halter hopefully not scaring the mare. I pushed her back a little, tugging on the lead rope. As soon as she did tug on the purple rope, I thought 'Nope'. She's definitely not going to like this one bit. Irati didn't bother to move, she just swung her head around, even when I tried to touch her face. Probably headshy. Poor girl wouldn't move, though she didn't appear to be in shock. Just a tad bit stubborn. Within a very long time, she decided to move one leg while I gently pushed her back. I kept pushing her lightly back, until she was completely out of the trailer.

The Golden Retriever dog at the barn was taken to the stables today, and because she loves horses, that light golden colored dog had the idea to go over to Irati and investigate the new pony here. Irati absolutely did not seem to like it, and immediately bolted without warning, pulling away from the grip of the halter. What a mess! Irati ran the opposite direction of where the Golden Retriever was, and thankfully where there was a fence which enclosed the left pasture. One of the horses in that pasture decided to freak out a bit and canter away from Irati. One of the riding instructors calmly walked over to Irati in attempt to not scare the mare, and had a tight grip on the colored lead rope.

That was kind of a disaster. Irati backed away from the trainer until she realized that there was no enemy around. Still not having it at all, with a miserable looking face, Irati was lead back near the left pasture and was put in a round pen with grass. Hopefully Irati would calm down and in a few days I think I can lead her out to the small center pasture, but I know that'll take a bit of work. All I know is to keep Irati away from any dogs!

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My alarm buzzed at the time of 7:45 AM. I had planned to go to the stables at 8:30 AM, which means I had to go check up on Irati, the new Mustang mare. As much as I really wanted to sleep in five more minutes, I laid in bed for a few seconds until I had the motivation to get up and stretch. With that, I quickly got into a pair of riding clothes I bought a week and a half ago and set my helmet and leather boots near the door. I quickly brushed my teeth, brushed and put my hair into a ponytail, and fixed up a quick bowl of cereal. I had a bit of spare time so I browsed through my phone until it was 8:30, which I then put on my riding boots. I did bring muck boots with me just in case. I opened the door, got in my red colored car, and drove to the stables.

I was 2 minutes early, but that was okay since I got to go see Irati. I assume she'd been put in a stall overnight, and one of the riders informed me that she had been in the right barn to sleep. And so I walked right over there, looked for Irati, and saw her pricking her ears at me. She stared at me for a while, blinked, and kept standing there. I had brought a halter over, and since I told myself I had to train this horse, I went in the stall and put Irati's purple halter on. I obviously wasn't going to ride her today, just walk her around and try to lunge her a bit. One of the stable girls informed me that Irati had been groomed already, so I didn't have to groom the mare.

With Irati's halter on, I made sure she was okay and I led her out of the stall. Well, I tried. She wouldn't budge for a moment until I made a clicking noise and she came over to my side, following me. I had planned to meet one of my friends in one of the round pens to try and handle Irati. Irati kept stopping every few moments as I lead her around the equestrian center. I eventually ran into my friend, Carolina, who helped me train Irati. I couldn't be alone by myself, so of course I had to have a friend. We talked to kind of hopefully not freak out Irati until we got to the round pen.

I walked around the fenced in area with Irati to get her used to being walked around. After quite a few good minutes of that, I then put a bitless cavesson on Irati and attached the lunge line. I also had to get the lunge whip Carolina had on hand. I stood in the middle of the ring and held the lunge line in my left hand and directed Irati to walk to the left. A few minuted passed, and for the first time I said "Trot" to Irati, and knowing my luck, that stubborn little pony didn't bother to trot. I tried again, and thankfully she did respond. "Walk, trot, walk.." She did pretty well, only she didn't quite like to trot.

After about 40 minutes of training her, I decided to go back to the stall and put Irati back in her spot after I gave her a horse treat for doing pretty well. But before I could do that, Irati moved her head around when I tried to remove the cavesson and put the halter on her. I called over Carolina and she held the lunge line while I removed the cavesson, which was replaced by the halter. I took the rope and led Irati to an individual pasture to let her graze for a few hours. After I let her go into a pasture with no horses in it, I decided to go muck out Irati's stall.

I quickly grabbed my mucking boots from my car and put them on and headed over to the stall where Irati was. A shovel was located near the front of the barn, and so I used it to clean out the stall and what not. After that, I decided to go home to eat lunch and maybe come back to see Irati.

I returned to the stables at 3:30 PM, and after a bit of standing in the pasture, I slipped on a halter on Irati and led her over to a wash stall and tied the lead rope up to the wooden post. Irati had a few dirt spots on her coat, so I groomed her and picked out the mud and dirt from her hooves. Some time passed, and I decided to let the Mustang mare back in her stall. So I untied the rope fro the post, led Irati over to a stall, and let her enjoy the rest of her day there. I put her halter away, packed up the grooming supplies, and went back home at 4:45 PM to go read a book or two and maybe even draw until I fell asleep.