Username: kiwilady
Show Name: Flower Dance
Barn Name: Izzy
Halter Colors: Black with pink flowers if possible
Pic of her Favorite Flower:

Kiwilady wrote:Username: kiwilady
Show Name: Flower Dance
Barn Name: Izzy
Halter Colors: Black with pink flowers if possible
Pic of her Favorite Flower:

Hmm if you can't do the followers mix of pinks please but the flowers would be awesome

Username: kiwilady
Show Name: -
Barn Name: Tonko
Favorite place to go on trail rides: the lake Taupo in New Zealand because he can go swimming!

Kiwilady wrote:Username: kiwilady
Show Name: -
Barn Name: Tonko
Favorite place to go on trail rides: the lake Taupo in New Zealand because he can go swimming!

Wow thanks!
Hmm green based but something special please!

Username: Rose Rivervalley
Name: Complaining That There's No Rain "Blind Melon"
Age: 5
Gender: Female
Height: 16hh
How does she get around?: She may not be able to see, but she can hear, feel, and smell overly well. She gets around by looking for familiar scents, surroundings like trees, and sounds. The stable has a scent of hay, horses, and humans and sounds of whinnies, humans, cats, and dogs. The forest has sounds of the river and waterfall, the wind rustling the trees, and birds tweeting. It smells like all sorts of different trees.
How will you make sure she is safe?: When she's in the stall or pasture, me or my helpers around the stable will check in on her. When she's out in the forest, my horses Knight, Karma, and Cochise will keep an eye on her and if something happens they whinny loudly which gets the other horses rowdy, alerting me and the stable hands. She will always have her safety release halter on so if she gets hung on something she can get away, but still have a halter on in case she spooks or gets hurt so we can easily calm her and have her ready for medical attention. She will also be wearing safety boots to ensure her legs don't get hung and hurt in the forest. Halter. Boots (except hers are black and silver like her halter) I DON'T OWN THESE IMAGES THEY BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNERS

Username: Great ;
Name: Karma
Age: 14
Gender: Female
Height: 16hh
How does she get around?: Karma is very adept with her hearing and smell, and she can sense when something is close to her. She's even fine around animals like dogs, because she can sense them.

How will you make sure she is safe?:
In her pasture, we will place wooden planks extending 5+ feet away from the fence, and around any other obstacles like trees. This is so she can learn to recognize when she's too close to the fence, and so she will turn away when her hooves connect with the planks, and she can still have shade from the trees.

reserve

Username: Ardelis
Name: Althea
Age: 7
Gender: Female
Height: 16hh
How does she get around?: Althea is fortunate enough to have a guide bird. Her sweet Chickadee companion, Ira perches on her head to make sure she avoids danger. Ira will give a soft chirp in whichever ear necessary to guide Althea on her way. The two have such an intense bond that Ira rarely leaves Althea's side. You can often find them in the field, Althea grazing on the lush grass, and Ira snacking on the insects that buzz around his companion.
How will you make sure she is safe: To ensure this treasure's safety I will keep her in my largest field with only a moderately wooded area making less obstacles for her. I will also make sure her guide, Ira is with her at all times. Voice commands will be my top priority, ensuring that her hearing will guide her almost as well as most equines with proper vision. I will also make scent a primary sense for her. Though she may not be able to see I will ensure she is safe and happy.

Username: ~Cindyisold~
Show Name: The Black Soldier
Call Name: Soldier

He is so adorable!

~Cindyisold~ wrote:Username: ~Cindyisold~
Show Name: The Black Soldier
Call Name: Soldier

He is so adorable!

TheLoveOfHorses wrote:

~Cindyisold~ wrote:Username: ~Cindyisold~
Show Name: The Black Soldier
Call Name: Soldier

He is so adorable!

Congrats! He is yours. What color do you want the halter to be?

Username: ~Cindyisold~
Show Name: The Perfect Chocolate
Call Name: Hershey

The color makes me think of real chocolate!

~Cindyisold~ wrote:Username: ~Cindyisold~
Show Name: The Perfect Chocolate
Call Name: Hershey

The color makes me think of real chocolate!

TheLoveOfHorses wrote:

~Cindyisold~ wrote:Username: ~Cindyisold~
Show Name: The Perfect Chocolate
Call Name: Hershey

The color makes me think of real chocolate!

Congrats! I forgot to add, what colors do you want the halter to be?

Thanks <3 His name is the same as that one. All the same ^^

I will be keeping her (: thinking of a name!!
Her name will be Catrina <3 I love her so much!!

*screams again*
Thank you senpai! ;7;

Username: Greenspacedoritoperi
Name: Odara

Username: Vinson
Name: Blackout Blur, 'Shade'

Username: Rose Rivervalley
Name: Little Bit Of Heaven

Username: stilinski.
Show Name: A Midsummer's Eve
Call Name: Maelstrom
Halter Color: His eye color with light blue tassels.
Your Favorite Thing About Him: I love his beautiful deep blue eyes.

stilinski. wrote:Username: stilinski.
Show Name: A Midsummer's Eve
Call Name: Maelstrom
Halter Color: His eye color with light blue tassels.
Your Favorite Thing About Him: I love his beautiful deep blue eyes.

Oh my gosh I am already loving how this is looking. ;-; I can't wait to see it all grown up! Thank you so much!!! <3

TimeLord~Jedi wrote:Oh my gosh I am already loving how this is looking. ;-; I can't wait to see it all grown up! Thank you so much!!! <3

finally hatched ^^ a sweet mare

It was the beginning of summer, and I went outside in the sweltering heat with some good news for my Echobi. I had entered Target into her first race. We had been training hard in preperation for the race, and I was excited for all of our time and effort to be payed off. I looked around for Target. She wasn't in her stables, which was typical. She often hid from me, and only came out once I gave up. Or if she wanted to pounce.
"ROOF!"
I turned around, getting out of Target's way just in time. She had swung at me with her paw, and since she was bigger than a horse--and with muscles, I was never eager to be knocked around. "Hey girl," I said. "Ready for your first race?" The Echobi barked in agreement. I tossed Target her favorite treat--rack of lamb--and did a running jump onto her. She was so big that it was the only way to get up onto her.
"You know the race is tommorow. You'll win, won't you?" I murmered in her ear as she chewed her breakfast. Despite my elation, I was nervous. What if she lost? But I had to put aside those thoughts, and focus on her final training session before her first race. Target had been entered into a "newbie" race, where Echobis that had never raced would get to do so. I had kept Target fairly isolated, only meeting other Echobis when we absolutely had to. Hopefully, Target's belief at being invincible would hold up under the stress of the race.


***

"Come on Target," I muttered. It was noon, and I swore that it was over 100 degrees Fahrenheit. Target was a bit sluggish today, not a good sign. It was only our third time running through the course that I had set up. The course included a running track, plenty of twists and turns, small hurdles at evenly spaced intervals, a start, and a finish. We were only halfway through the course a third time, and though I felt Target straining, she wasn't going anywhere quickly.
"Time for a break, girl," I said. I slid off her back, landing with a thump. I inspected my sweet Echobi, whose tongue was lolling out, and whose head was down in an exhausted state. I took her halter and led her back to the stables. If she was in such a state today, then what would she look like tomorrow? I gave Target some water and boiled chicken, and gave her the rest of the day to simply lie around being lazy.


***

The day of the race was cloudy, with the sun straining to peek through. I was dressed in a black-orange-and-white outfit to match Target's colors. Except she wasn't Target today. Today, she was Bullseye at the Stadium. I had decided on her show name only about two months ago, and the Echobi had taken to it right away. I had named her in hopes that like a bullseye, she would be the best shot, the most perfect one. In the race, she would be the best Echobi, and win 'em all. I took my running jump onto Target, and some of the other jockeyes stared. Well, I couldn't really help being short, could I? I turned Target towards the gates, and she immediatly stiffened, getting ready to bolt. I had trained her reaction times to the point where unless she was distracted, she could "Go!" within a few seconds of the word being said. I noticed that some of the riders didn't seem to have great control of their Echobis. They would move around, some of them barking while their owners struggled to regain control. Other riders were like me, their Echobi trained to the best of their ability. A low growl from Target made me turn my attention back to the race. Thank goodness she had saved me from becoming too distracted!
"Go!" I heard the announced shout. The gates opened, and Target rushed forward, just as we had trained. I held onto the reins, careful not to strangle Target, or Bullseye at the Stadium. Her great paws were stirring up dust from the track, and as we rounded the first bend, I could see some of the riders we had left behind. The ones whose Echobis hadn't been fully in control were doing no better, wanting to play instead of run. Others, with better control, were right behind me and gaining. I urged Target to go faster. She complied, and we sped up, leaving the others behind. At least, we left most of them behind. Next to us were three others. Though fast, I could see that one of the Echobis didn't have much stamina left. He and his rider fell behind. Three of us left. As we rounded another corner, I saw a hurdle that had been placed to slow down or eliminate the unworthy. Target jumped over it with ease. So did another of our opponents. But the third pair hadn't been prepared, and stumbled. Two left. "Target, go!" I screamed. Again she complied, and though we had trained for this, I could see she was tiring. If we didn't finish soon, we would lose. Thankfully, we only had to go around once, and we were done. The other pair was drawing closer to us now, and I could see more details. The Echobi was a male, with wicked-looking spikes. The rider was also a male, and held a whip to spur his Echobi. The threat of the whip seemed to spur on the opponent's Echobi, and I could see we would lose...if we didn't go faster. Leaning forward, I whispered a plan into Target's ear. I never understood how, but we shared a connection to the point of us understanding each other despite being totally different species. My girl understood immediatly, and swerved to the right, trying to go in front of our opponents. They swerved to the left, and we followed, my ability to turn around helping Target understand where to go. After what felt like hours but was probably only a few minutes, the other pair appeared to give up. Target put on some speed, and I could hear the other Echobi's paws pounding the earth faster, in an attempt to catch up. But it was too late, for we had turned another corner, jumped another hurdle, and were sprinting towards the end. Finally, Target turned the final corner, and saw our opponents far behind us. Instead of slowing down though, we sped up, to deter other pairs from beating us.
Clarity returned to in a rush, as Target slowed down and I heard people cheering, chanting: "Bullseye at the Stadium!" We had won.

Here is her official page, with everything you need to know about her. XD Caramel's page will be coming along soon. All of my Echobis will have storage there from now on. Also, she is now four, and is available for breeding. C:

Haha, it's no problem at all! And that's some cool leg barring this pretty tolt has got, I'm jealous of your skills òvó

Owner: xXErraticXx
Show Name: Strawberry Marmalade Skies
Barn Name: Marmalade
Gender: Mare
Age: Foal
Eye Colour: Pink
Coat Colour: (Grey) Red Dun

Could the halter be based off of strawberry lemonade? c:

Details and halter finally added, hope you like it! <3

B this looks amazing! congrats rio

Oh my gosh Bentley he's gorgeous! Thank you so much c:

Name: Sunlight Through the Trees // Sebastian
Gender: stallion
Halter: it's perfect, thank you!

Gorgeous babe <3

Name: Dino Might
Owner: WhoaDazzle
Gif: rawr

I like the white on your designs. You make good pink details, I try to train this, but it's not easy

Thank you. <3

☁Lady Raincloud☁ wrote:

Username: ☁Lady Raincloud☁
Name: Joseph "Joe"
Gender: Male

0o0 oh what a handsome foal!!
I'll come up with a name and gender as I work with my foal because the color of it's mane and tail are practically opposite of it's coat :3 this is going to be fun!!

I'll be starting today in my next post

I ask that if there's anyone who wishes to comment, please respond either pm or in the fan club :3

At least until I've finished the task at hand ^^

Thank you!

Now let's begin...

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I groggily awoke to the harsh banging on my front door, I practically tumbled down my staircase just to answer the door, who the heck shows up at 2am? Couldn't they have waited until actual waking hours?

I opened the door to find two men standing before me drenched to the bone, in the hands of the one farthest from my door was something tenderly covered and wrapped with care, a spherical shape it held.

"Can I help you?" I croaked, rubbing my eyes as I looked between them.

"Miss K'make-"

"It's pronounced Koo-Me-Key, Kumiki." I said harshly, one thing people should try to avoid is saying my last name wrong, it gets them on my bad side.

"My apologies Miss Kumiki," he corrected himself, "I'm George Harlice and this is my partner Gage Allen, we're part of the YWLSCA."

I blink twice, " Should I know you?"

"Probably not." George chuckles, "YWLSCA stands for Young Wild Life Second Chance Association, we work with organizations who locate and dispose of animal black markets, we take the animals into custody and find people who will care for them properly and efficiently in a habitat that the animal can survive well in. These last few weeks, we focused on the removal of a Chrysaora Basilisk trapper, we took custody of several dozens of Basilisk foals he had stolen."

"We are now in the process of locating people who know the species well and can be trusted to care for the orphan Chrysaoras, our sources say you'd be a good help to our cause." I look to Gage with an almost dumbfounded expression.

"You want me, to care for one of these guys? You do realize how dangerous their nature can be right?"

"We understand completely."

"That's why the organization has chosen you. You know the species well through your research and we have reason to believe you will be able to train and care for it well."

"And what if I decline?"

"Then we can't force it on you, whether you'd like to take it on or not is completely your choice."

It's just about 2:30am, I'm tired, cranky, and I just want to sleep until noon, the last thing I wanted to do was stand at my front door talking to people from a rescue organization, how they found me? Only their "Sources" know. And yet here I am, watching them get back in there car, and drive away.

What they left me with was a glass spherical thing that's rather hard to explain, it carried an egg that seemed to be close to term surrounded by water like it should be. I tapped the glass lightly with a short nail to test its strength, I left a small indent in it. Semi glass or soft glass then, thin, soft shell-like, when the Chrysaora hatches, it will more than likely gain an even stronger horn, like baby birds, it will have to break through the glass on its own, if I broke it there's a risk it could be injured. just what I needed an extra strong, sharp horn of a chrysaora running around my house impaling my walls, doors, windows, along with my neighbors and I, not to mention how many people this Chrysaora will turn into jelly fish.

I placed the egg down in my office just across the hall from my bedroom, a place where I could watch it, as well as give it some space to grow. How exactly I will "train" this thing puzzles me, at this young of an age, and since it will be imprinted on, I'll have to wait until it's about a yearling to start taking it down to the caves to explore.

I went back to bed and slept for a few more hours, knowing night would be gone soon.

The next day, I sat in my office, examining the egg, salmon, orange, yellow, and lilac swirled about, the mane and tail was growing well, individual strands seemed strong and healthy, the color was vibrant, coat color couldn't really be seen yet, pink healthy horns for it's age, id say it would hatch within the week. Chrysaora are best trained in young stages, adult encounters are dangerous. I don't have any attachment to Chrysaoras for the reason that they can be dangerous to each other.

This will be my first hands on encounter with one, I've watched and documented a foal from birth and tracked it for three months, it turned two people into sea nettle. It had a hot headed personality, and never bonded to a human, nor did it find a mate in the time that I documented it. It travelled in a bloom of five and lived as a normal Chrysaora. As I watched the egg, I honestly had no clue what exactly to expect from a Chrys being raised by a human, there's no bloom in the area for the foal to grow into. I guess I have to do more research in the next few days before my first personal Chrysaora is born into the world.

The days went on and I studied non stop about everything I could possibly find with behaviors of imprinted Chrysaora and looked for guides on first time ownership, having that I've worked with horses for years, I wasn't surprised that the method of training Chrysaoras wasn't far off from training horses, as they are both equine. It's been years though since I've worked with horses, ever since I left earth years ago, I've found Lucent to be much different, not only in terrain, but also in life forms, horses are scarce, children who've never been to earth before, hardly know what a horse is.

I looked back at the egg, the color of the coat was still white as normal, considering that the coat doesn't actually appear until after birth, I'm anticipating something beautiful will match the vibrant mane and tail it carries.

the only thing that worries me most it my years of study have always told me that Chrysaora eat anger and hatred, I'm not sure how I'm gonna feed it if I don't really have a reason to carry anger in my house or for it to invade, I live alone, -save this new egg- all my family lives back on earth, I get a long with most of my neighbors and the over all community isn't really attacked for some reason. I'm sure there'll be plenty down in the caves forming or something. Maybe the Chrysaora will attract more anger with vocal vibrations, I've heard that some people have documented vocal waves as such.

I snap my gaze to the door of my office, my door bell rang, quickly, I rush out of the room, making sure to close the door behind me. I practically fly down the stairs and swing the front door open, my breathing heavier than normal as I smile and welcome in my colleague Gwen. She was a horse expert that had moved to Lucent at first as an assistant, we met a while back and have been working together on new projects at least once a month, she lives a few hours away so the drives up are a bit of a doozie.

"Is it true?" she asks with pure excitement, I nod my head, smiling as she jumps up and down in extreme joy, clapping her hands and spinning me around.

"It's upstairs in the office," I say, we both head for the stairs, Gwen following close behind. "it doesn't have a name, gender obviously won't be known until birth."

"It always gets me, if they have a Gender, why don't they have reproductive systems?" I shrug and open the door, letting her walk in before me, she gasps and walks steadily towards the orb sitting on the work table by the window.

"Wow..." She breathes, amazement just oozing out of her, she got closer and ran a hand over the glass shell, gasping her eyes bugged out of her head. "is that Semi-Glass casing?!" I nod, "did you do it yourself?" I shook my head and walked into the room.

"its gonna take a while for the foal to break completely through the casing, but its horn will get pretty strong in the process, I'm sure the casing was the trapper's idea, its really smart, water tight, enough space for each to grow individually, the water will all eventually be consumed by the foal, if there happens to be too much extra water, I'm sure we can tap some out so the foal doesn't drown." she nods.

"We'd have to be extremely careful, at this stage, some times the mane and tail of the foals act like jelly fish stingers in order to protect themselves while they are still growing in the egg."

'Yeah, I don't really wanna break the glass when the soft shell of the actual egg breaks because I'm afraid the foal will be injured."

"Where did you say you got it?"

"I obviously didn't find it in the caves, since normally the more protective parent safe guards the young, if mated then the parents switch out watching over them. A trapper had taken a bunch of eggs and killed or stolen some of the parents, an organization had caught him selling them to the black market and they asked me if I'd take one in, as part of their second chance at life thing they've got going on."

"so it's completely random which one they handed you?" she asked turning towards me.

"That's more than likely the case, considering no one knows the behaviors of any of the parents, its pretty much a wild card."

"So you're just gonna keep it? Cam, you don't have space for this foal, they grow to adulthood by an earth month."

"I know how fast they grow, I've studied them for years."

"Well, we better find a place to keep it soon because otherwise you'll just have a Chrysaora putting holes in your walls."

We sat and thought for a while, drawing to a blank as we stared at the egg before us.

"It needs a dark habitat like the caves."

"A big enough space to fit up to a sixteen hand horse."

"How tall do you think It'll get anyway?" I asked turning my head towards her.

"Judging by the length of the legs, id say the tallest it'll reach is fifteen and two hands." I nod in response and go back to watching the egg.

"What about the guest room down stairs? It's pretty large, we could convert it into a stall and make a door in the back since it's against the side of the house, have some people come in to Chrysaora proof it, take out the door leading into it so you have to go out through the back door. Take out a lot of the lights make it look like a cave and have tiny luminescence here and there with colors and stuff, make the Walls feel like the actual cave walls."

"Yeah but your house will smell like a barn." she laughed.

"Not really, we could have it vented really well, make sure the room is kinda humid like the caves."

"Tt could work, but do you think you'll have enough time?"

"That's why you hire a load of workers."

"Funds?"

"Trust me when I tell you not to worry about the funds." she sighed and did more examinations with the egg.

"This egg could hatch any day, what are you going to do about this untrained little tike running around your house?"

"Wanna spend the night for a month? We'll figure it all out then." I saw a twinkle in her eyes and smirked wickedly.

"Of course I do! I'll stay in the room down the hall, we can watch the Chrysaora grow together, but this thing has to connect with you, because my little apartment doesn't allow pets, nor do I have space to have one anyway."

I laugh and we sit for a while longer, just watching the egg.

"Do you think maybe we should place this on the ground? the counter is a really bad place have an egg that could hatch while we sleep."

"We can move it to..." I look around the room, my flooring is hardwood, extra water would damage it, not happening. I whip my head back toward Gwen, "what about the tub?"

"No! This baby is not being born in a place where it won't be able to grip, the rocks in the cave are uneven and can be course, but the tub is slick and has little traction, plus the grip hairs on the hooves aren't gonna be developed until it's a couple days old."

"Good point..." I look around the room again, seeing nothing I've drawn to a blank for a while before looking back towards Gwen, "We can camp out in the living room for a while, oh! the kitchen!"

"Oooor." she draws out cutting me off, "We can just go to the room you want to turn into a stall, baby proof the place temporarily, switch out the lights and wait for the munchkin to be born."

"Right, then lets get to it." I felt really dumb for a moment, but shook it off.

She and I took up the egg and put it in the room, compared to the size it was a few days back, it's extremely snug in the glass shell, practically outgrowing it. this means it will probably poke out even sooner due to cramped space.

"you said on the phone that you pulled up a birth supplies list right?" she asked, "Did you go shopping?" I nod and head for the supply closet where I had stashed it all. I had totally forgotten that I had bought floor mats, since they don't consume regular horse feed nor do they feed like normal foals, their like... reverse platypi or something, so we are not entirely sure how we will feed it.

After we set everything up, walls covered in gym mats, the carpetted floors protected with layers of plastic wrap, duct tape, and wax paper and some more mats over that, we boiled water and let the room steam a little, helping give like a cave feel while the lights were out and only the egg illuminated the room.

We waited for hours, with nothing happening, we ended up dozing off, I woke up to constant slapping and harsh whispering from Gwen as she attempted to wake me up.

the sound of cracking glass was like bone slowly ripping to shreds, a chill ran down my spine as I looked up to see the foal pouring out of the egg like a yolk into a pan. its a weird simile, yes, but it works!

soon the glowing ended and we were left in almost complete darkness, the light from the window was seeping through from the dawning morning. I smile brightly at the beautiful foal before me, I watch as they lift their head and take in their first breath, opening their beautiful soft orange eyes and peering towards me.

"We've been expecting you." I say softly, this was only the start.

Username: ~Soul~
Name: Calla
Name Meaning: Calla is a lily name that is much more distinctive and delicate than Lily. Rarely heard today, it did appear in the popularity lists in the last decades of the nineteenth century.
Pronouns: She/Her
Pupsitter or Gatherer: Pupsitter

Username:
Cojinxleafbelle
Name:
Krynn
Name Meaning:
English origin, meaning caring and loving
Pronouns:
She/Her
Pupsitter or Gatherer:
Pupsitter

Username: Lady Sif
Name: Eirwen
Name Meaning: Blessed Snow
Pronouns: They/them
Pupsitter or Gatherer: Gatherer

So, can I grow him when I want to or were you saying I'm added only so I can put in his design?

Also, may I use him in a series if I ever see fit?

yes and yes just let me know so I can edit the title

There is also an artist competition going

Bump

Username: stilinski.
Fennex Name: Tokyo
Age: 4 Years
Gender: Female
Favourite place: Tokyo's favorite place is located near a small body of water. She loves to go there and sit for hours gazing into the clear, blue waters and watching the tiny fish that inhabit it dart about as well as enjoy the beauty of nature.

stilinski. wrote:Username: stilinski.
Fennex Name: Tokyo
Age: 4 Years
Gender: Female
Favourite place: Tokyo's favorite place is located near a small body of water. She loves to go there and sit for hours gazing into the clear, blue waters and watching the tiny fish that inhabit it dart about as well as enjoy the beauty of nature.

Cute lil' child .D. Reminds me of green tea or iced tea maybe? Tea.

Me and ȶigressa agreed over pms on me taking this one and her the other one .w.

Username: happysshirt
Name: Bouncer
Gender: male
Positive Traits: playful, loyal, extroverted
Negative Traits: hyper, loud
Bad Habit: separation anxiety


(I'm in time to claim him right? June 3rd happened before he was created so...)

It's the day before I officially adopt Bouncer, to train him as a show dog. I hope that having Aqua from a previous adoption event will help in training him, as Aqua is peculiarly intelligent. If Agua can understand what I'm saying and help Bouncer figure it out, then the training may go smoothly. There is the chance that Agua could get jealous and not tell Bouncer, or inform him wrongly. If that should happen, I can figure out a way around it. Why figure out a solution to a possibility?

I will be training Bouncer in my basement and backyard, depending on the weather. I'll use positive reinforcement to get Bouncer to understand and do what I'm training him to do faster. It's late now though, so I'm going to sleep.

I figure Bouncers hyper-activity and loudness is due to him needing a job, or something to do. I've been bust settling him in, he has a bed in a room down the hall and one in my room. GOT to go now, post later!