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๑ Ethereal Eden Event- #2 ๑
based on this drawing by ThatCoffeeBoi
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Ｍｉｓｓｉｎｇ✖ @ Tue May 05, 2015 1:03 pm
Username; The Missing Kurlzo |
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.Marigolds. @ Tue May 05, 2015 10:15 pm
Username; .Marigolds. |
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Violenca @ Tue May 05, 2015 10:44 pm
Username; Violenca |
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Plumerian #569 -Valute
based on this drawing by Charchar2
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Tiny paw @ Thu Jul 02, 2015 10:25 am
Username:Tiny paw |
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Offended Cockatiel @ Thu Jul 02, 2015 10:30 am
"The eye is a keyhole, through which the world pours in and a world pours out. And for a few seconds, you can peek through into a vault, that contains everything they are. But whether the eyes are the windows of the soul or the doors of perception, it doesn't matter: you're still standing on the outside of the house. Eye contact isn't really contact at all. It's only ever a glance, a near miss, that you can only feel as it slips past you. There’s so much we keep in the back room. We offer up a sample of who we are, of what we think people want us to be. But so rarely do we stop to look inside, and let our eyes adjust, and see what's really there. Because you too are peering out from behind your own door." - Dictionary of obscure sorrows Username: Byteme Name: Titania Sumie Title: Sosna Gender: DFAB- Transgendered male Why do they cover their eyes? "Who needs eyesight when you've got integrity..." A loud voice from the back edges of a run down building twirls out yells as if they were drip drops of water from a broken faucet. This voice is followed by the clanking of metal, a clattering landslide of multiple motorbikes neatly placed in a row hitting the ground. Amidst hisses and mumbles, and the noise of the last motorbikes date with the dirt, another voice chimed in, harsh and dry. "Heh, says the man who fears even making eye contact with another." There is a silence, deafening in its own creation. As if one were watching lightning wile waiting for the thunder.... What follows next is quite worse than thunder, through the silence an explosion of noise and colorful mist taking to the skies begins tainting low lying clouds in a matter of seconds. Soft footsteps echo in, the sharp breaking of glass ending the echo. "Screw you." He stood by numerous items that had crashed to the floor, a shadow in front of the buildings wide doorway. "Test my intimidation, you'll find no fear." Slowly, out of view yet getting closer and closer the bearer of anger makes towards the entrance, both large metal doors of the surrounding fence opening in his grasp and heavily closing behind. Wile he brushes some dust and powder off of his face, tugging blond locks back with a graduated breath, people are scooting away with disgust drawn on their face like a crude children's art project. He stares at them through the strands, amidst his own world, surrounded by pale ruffles of ghostly hair. He wears it like a warrior does a helmet, or a turtle wears its shell. A soft beeping noise comes up near him... The dialing of a cellphone. "Oh please." Brushing blood off the side of his face, lingering on a patch of soaked red hair he turns to the direction of the beeping, sighing as he grabs a random old ladys phone and throws it over the fence without a twitch. His hair parts carelessly to the sides, almost killer golden eyes meeting her unintentionally then veering away. "What did you plan to tell the polic anyway?" Softly, delicately his hair falls over his face once more. Dispatching something from his back pocket the hidden man gives the lady a smirk, shaking what seems like a trio of small test tubes between his thin fingers. "Just like a firework, but worse. Watch." Winding his arm back he begins mixing the test tubes back and forth before tugging a certain set of item from his jacket, a string and a flare. "Gunpowder, fire... A string, and a little bit of what makes up salt..." He lit the string, closed up a single test tube and threw them over. "You've got ten seconds, make 'em count," He transcendently whispered before running. --- "Well, hello there," Let me give you something, a little gift. It isn't needed, but it's callous to survive without. So very, very ascetic. An introduction to the man who could masacer everyone in his whole damn town. Sosna is not your usual kind of gang-head. No, he could recite to you every element in the periodic table, front to back, back to front. He could also tell you the best ways to get a bullet out, and implant that bullet in you all the same. His every line runs on science. Biology, chemistry, physcological analogy. It may not be believable, but considering his tattoos atributed to Schrödinger's cat, and both his plant and animal cells tattoos, plus his ability to explain them fluently, the doubt becomes invalid. -- Test my intimidation, you'll find no fear And because only some of his enemies, who would also harm him presumably, had seen his face space Maybe he has some crude scars on his face too -- "Do you fear them? The people you make contact with, mister Sumie." A tatterdemalion silence shrouded the air like mist. Touching at his hair, fingers falling deep into the pale blond cascades and almost becoming adrift in the smooth tangles, the young man scoffed, albeit with shakiness. His breath lingered gingerly and slipped off too quickly for comfort before he started speaking. "It's not that... " He paused, like a train gutteraly slowing on the track, trying to figure out which way to go. Left or right? Back again... Or was it the new path ahead? "It's hard to explain. Eye contact is so intense, you know? My minds made it an instinct, trying to avoid that instinct is sickening. You wouldn't eat more food than what your stomach could handle, at the risk of vomiting, that in itself would be biting off more than you could chew. Making that..." He paused, raising both arms only partially and quoting his next word. "... Contact, it wouldn't feel like a comfortable thing for me." His back arched slightly where he sat, asured of his placement although lightly playing with tangles of hair, his thought stream filled to the grim with ideas all trying to form something others could understand, a way of communication that didn't befuddle another person. Then little Sosna kept on going, "I'd be intentionally biting off more than I could chew, trying to force my stomach acid out and get my nausea tumbling..." It took him no moment to go from soft silent explanation to a deeply ingrained part-rant to try and push across understanding... He needed understanding. So, he went on babbling. "... Like monarch butterflies change directions in open space because of adaptive instincts passed on from years before, because once there was a mountain where there is open space now " The doctor, a man sitting on a comfortable green chair nodded before catching himself. "Yes." Once again he drifted slowly. "...It's habitual, instinctual... Like a beings ability to stay upright even though the world spins, because as a baby that ability was learned... To stay functional." Writing thing: "Go on a date with me." That's right, there's no way to say no when a gun's pressed to your temple. Titania wasn't much of a lover, a fighter on the other hand... Well, who could say wether someone is either or? Of course, if you valued your sanctity you'd be better off calling him Sosna. His gun's a truly close friend. Sosna, the great gang leader. Babe, if his unnerving contradictory status to stereotypes doesn't scare you, then a pistol barrel to your forehead mite. "Go on a date with me." Finnegan wasn't for dying. The place they went on a... "date" for was a small parlor-cafe, cutsie and fluffy. It seemed like the devil was sitting in the lunchroom of heaven. There he was, across from the pale man, his posse on borrowed seats behind him. Sosna felt his resolve give in, staring Finnegan down. "You're bacterial... Oh man, there's a bit too much dopamine right here. My frontal-lobe isn't capable of this..." There was a pause. "It's only that... You send serotonin rushing through my veins." Then, a gang-mate with the wish to die, pitched from beyond, "Give me a godamn break." His gun raised once more. "It takes a fraction of a second for your neurons impulses to fire, do you want to feel the bullet?" Getting the parlor nervous Sosna smirked... "Ohh, but you'd be dead soon after, no honey?" He turned back to Finnegan. "Now, where were we?" |
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dr pepper. @ Thu Jul 02, 2015 10:36 am
╔═══════════════════════╗  ╚═══════════════════════╝ Username: bambi boo Name: Nameless Gender: agender Pronouns: they, them  Personality: Nameless is a rather shy plumerain. They prefer not to talk to others, let alone even go outside their tiny home. Nameless is timid and afraid of countless things. Some of those things they don't even have reasons for! They are ultimately cautious, never deciding to live life on the edge. They are depressed, and have been that way ever since they were very small, and they don't even remember a day when they were happy to be someplace. Despite unpopular belief, Nameless does find joy in a lot of things. They find them mostly in quiet activities, like reading or drawing. They also enjoy listening to soft music, and playing their favorite instrument, the piano. nameless also rather enjoys to write. They are very creative, and they have written many novels and short stories, but never put them out in public. They are dedicated to keeping most of their life a secret from other plumerains. They would hate it if their deepest and darkest secret would get out to the public, which is why they rarely come out of their home. Nameless is rather friendly. They like to treat other things with respect. No one can warm up to them very easily though. It takes a lot of trust to get on their side.  Why they cover their eyes: "I'm going to school now, mother!" I called to her as I walked out the front door and onto the creaky old porch. "Alright. Have a good day!" I heard my mother call back as I closed the heavy brown door to the house. I skipped down the porch stairs and onto the dirt path. The school was walking distance, which is what I loved about it. I didn't have to take any stupid bus, as I could walk just down the path to the school. When I approached the school it was just the same as always. The rusty old flag pole waved the torn american flag on top of it. The gold ball at the top was no longer gold, but brown, as if it were covered in rust. The giant old oak tree in the front of the school blocked most of the stained windows from seeing outside. The brick wall was covered in sharpie writing, some of the writing not appropriate for school. Yes this place was old, but the teachers were nice, and they knew how to teach us kids. I walked into the school. I must have been late, because there were tons and tons of kids already there. Some talking in small groups, some in big groups, and some just walking other places. I took a deep breath. I decided to walk toward my first class, but then I hesitated. Something about this day didn't seem exactly right to me. I just shook my head. Today was going to be just fine. Today was Monday, a day that a lot of plumies hated, but I didn't mind it as much. It was just a day as any other day of the week. I started walking again until I heard the bell ring. Every plumie started running towards their first class, trying not to be late. I ducked for cover, as I felt a bunch of footsteps run all around me. When it was finally over, the bell rang again. I opened my eyes and found that I was alone in the hallway. Great. I was late again. I sighed and walked over to my first class. All of a sudden, I felt a strong tug on my hair, and I fell over on my back. Four plumies stood over me, laughing. "Is this Emmi?" One of them asked. "It sure is..." another said, grabbing something from their backpack. It was a flashlight. I shuddered, something wasn't right about these guys. "Hold her down." said the leader of the group. I felt a strong force on my front legs, and one of the strongest plumies was holding them down. Two others pushed my bangs out of the way, and grabbed my eye lids and pulled them open. I screeched in pain and fear. I tried to squirm free, but their grip was tight. "How long do we need to hold her?" one called, trying to speak over my screeching. "I'll tell you when to stop!" the leader called back, and turned on the flashlight. He aimed it directly at my eyes. I desperately tried to close my eyes and look away, but the light was strong. I felt tears weld up in my eyes as I was forced to look at the bight light for whoever knows long. I felt my eyes start to burn, and my tears turn dry. They're damaging my eyes! Before they could do it any longer, I kicked the leader off of me, sending him flying. I rolled over, making the two plumies let go of my eyes. I closed, them, not being able to see anything. I fought blindly as I felt my paw hit the plumie who was holding my arms down. I struggled to get up, but I felt a force holding onto my tail. I kicked whatever it was, hearing a grunt behind me. I opened my eyes only slightly, but I couldn't see very well. The room was suddenly dark for what seemed like it was a sunny and bright day. I found my way over to the school doors and ran out. I found the dirt path that lead to home, and ran as fast as I could. My eyes hurt like fire, and I couldn't stop crying. When I finally found my old, small house, I ran inside. "Mother, mother!" I called for my mother. "What's wrong? Why are you at home?" I heard my mother running from a different room. "My eyes!" I cried. "My eyes, they burn!" ~~~ This day was haunted Nameless ever since it first happened. They cover their eyes because they were permanently damaged from that bullying event. Nameless has a little bit of sight left, but not much, and they wish to protect what they have. They became depressed and very inverted from when this happened, and they choose to stay that way. They have never attended any schools from that event, and don't plan to. Nameless would hate to become blind, so they only are like this becase they wish to keep their eyesight.  History: As a child, Nameless's life couldn't be more perfect. This is when they identified as female, and their name was Emmi. They had a loving mother and a perfectly small house to live in. They had no siblings, so they didn't have to share. Their school was right down a dirt path. Nameless didn't have any friends at the time, but it didn't bother them one bit. The only friend they wanted was their mother. Their father went missing when Nameless was very young, so they don't remember him. Their mother didn't seem sad at all that he was gone. They both just went on living their normal lives, until the terrible Monday (that you already read about), that left them scared for life. Nameless refused to go to school after that happened, but their mother didn't seem to argue with them about that. She just went on mentoring Nameless until she was old enough to live be herself. When Nameless turned 16, their mother passed away. They were devastated, and decided to live their life alone. They didn't want o identify as any gender for their own reasons that they choose not to share. They changed their name to Nameless, because they hated the name Emmi, but put up with it, since they loved their mother so much. Nameless still continued to live in their tiny house alone, never opening the doors for anyone else. The good thing about this, is that the city didn't even know that the house was there, and Nameless lived there without any worries about money. They started their own garden to get food. This was challenging at first. Since they are almost blind, but it didn't stop them from learning how to survive on their own. Now, Nameless is living a perfectly, calm, and worry free life. They mastered their blindness and now they know where they're going without any struggle. They have also mastered gardening, so they can grow their food without worrying anymore. Nameless no longer feels lonely at their tiny house. They are actually perfectly hey living their all alone.
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Vaiki #21
based on this drawing by ege
Another brown vaiki for ya'll
End date is July 16th |
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Jayflight. @ Mon Jul 13, 2015 8:15 am
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Wafflez2 @ Mon Jul 13, 2015 10:15 am
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she wolf warrior @ Mon Jul 13, 2015 10:22 am
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CWHR: Cremello with Grease Spots
based on this drawing by teresa8oats
Please draw a bust (headshot including shoulders) of him to win! Ends on the 16th.
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teresa8oats @ Mon Jul 13, 2015 9:57 am
Owner: teresa8oats |
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looose.string @ Mon Jul 13, 2015 11:04 am
OH MY GOODNESS AN AKHAL TEKE |
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Ines. @ Mon Jul 13, 2015 1:57 pm
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#2505 - Amber Champagne Brindle
based on this drawing by Half Tree
Breeding for Barakat c: |
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Brownclaw13188 @ Sat Jun 06, 2015 3:10 am
Omg what a beaut,
Congrats ^_^ Champagnes are the best. |
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barakat. @ Sat Jun 06, 2015 10:13 pm
reminds me of a tiger like all brindles to me xD he shall be named The Bouncy Fella [Tigger] if you could surprise me on that halter that would be great thanks again! ❤ |
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Bella. @ Sat Jul 18, 2015 10:54 pm Finally all updated ^^ Hope you like, sorry for the wait <3 |
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your madelia has upgraded!
based on this drawing by Marmoset please install adult!madelia to continue! |
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Marmoset @ Sat Jul 18, 2015 8:10 pm
-installs- |
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#2507 - Black Tobiano
based on this drawing by Half Tree
A shiny tolter for Tynahi! |
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Tynahi @ Sat Jun 06, 2015 7:55 am
Oh so pretty thank you ^^ |
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Bella. @ Sat Jul 18, 2015 7:48 pm Details finally updated, and halter added <3 |
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CWHR: Bay with Faulty Gray Gene
based on this drawing by teresa8oats
Please draw a headshot of this girl. ^^ Ends on the 16th.
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Atheon @ Mon Jul 13, 2015 9:52 pm
 Owner: sergio. Show Name: Don't Say You Love Me Barn Name: Vanessa Gender: Mare Age: 4 years Breed: Dutch Warmblood Height: 16.2 hh Color: Bay with Faulty Gray Gene Headshot: >>> |
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Kiwilady @ Wed Jul 15, 2015 9:50 am Mark |
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#3154 Grullo
based on this drawing by Half Tree
Username: Rᴀɢɴᴀʀ
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gremlin @ Sat Jul 18, 2015 3:59 pm This is so pretty, I love your tolts Khaos |
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Khans @ Sat Jul 18, 2015 5:06 pm
;~; Thank you! -huggles- <3 |
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Insignia.Peril @ Sat Jul 18, 2015 5:51 pm
Another gorgeous tolt, Khaos! |
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Belgian Kelpie 122
based on this drawing by Zax
semi-custom for todd ayyyy Username: Zmei' Vulpe Show Name: An Eternal Flame Call Name: Ruby Sex: Female Mate: Sapphire Eye color: Blue Collar color: Blue Phenotype: Liver masked shaded sable with min. irish spotting Genotype: kk/bb/DD/ayay/EmEm/gg/Ssi/tt/mm/XX/ZZ Parent: --- Parent: --- |
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foxxbreath @ Sat Jul 18, 2015 6:42 pm
ahhh omg my precious Ruby <333  |
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XHOLI 35
based on this drawing by kivr & fireflii
  Savant Hunter -- Dusk Dunia Pack Quick contest for non-owners only! What is 35's favorite riddle? Prettying forms is allowed but not necessary No extras! Remember forms must follow Xholi canon please read the main thread for info! This will end 7/16!
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Dismal. @ Tue Jul 14, 2015 7:09 am
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Ｍｉｓｓｉｎｇ✖ @ Tue Jul 14, 2015 7:10 am ...i can't think of a riddle :T .. |
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Calder @ Tue Jul 14, 2015 7:11 am
Lost interest |
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AaGWC 293
based on this drawing by BlazingMoon
custom for Simonpet ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ •NAME• Kitenose •GENDER• Tom •PERSONALITY• As a kit, Kitenose is very curious, always asking questions, following scents, and getting into trouble. He has trouble taking things seriously, unless it relates to Clan culture, such as StarClan or Gatherings. Even then, he asks questions on why StarClan can't help out more often, or why cats fight on Gatherings anyways. As an apprentice, Kitepaw becomes slightly more responsible, and grows into a superior tracker, able to track through rain and snow, and through any terrain. Because of this, he is a good hunter, although fishing, climbing, and fighting are at the average level of a warrior. He still likes to mess around with his friends, and can be sometimes playing with them instead of carrying out apprentice duties, something which he has been punished often for. As he gets closer to warriorhood, Kitepaw becomes even more serious and calm, though eager to impress his mentor and the leader. Once a warrior, Kitenose is eager to show off his new privileges, although he is careful not to abuse them too much. He hopes to someday become a mentor and pass on all his knowledge to his apprentice. Though he wants a mate, and possibly kits, he doesn't know if any she-cats in the Clan share the same zest for adventure and fun that he does. Overall, Kitenose is an eager, curious, responsible, adventurous, and shares a zest for life. He is a mediocre swimmer, an okay climber, a good fighter and hunter, and a superb tracker. •MATE• None •KITS• None ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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Simonpet @ Sat Jul 18, 2015 3:54 am He's gorgeous! Thank you! |
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Simonpet @ Sat Jul 18, 2015 5:45 pm
As an apprentice, Kitepaw becomes slightly more responsible, and grows into a superior tracker, able to track through rain and snow, and through any terrain. Because of this, he is a good hunter, although fishing, climbing, and fighting are at the average level of a warrior. He still likes to mess around with his friends, and can be sometimes playing with them instead of carrying out apprentice duties, something which he has been punished often for. As he gets closer to warriorhood, Kitepaw becomes even more serious and calm, though eager to impress his mentor and the leader. Once a warrior, Kitenose is eager to show off his new privileges, although he is careful not to abuse them too much. He hopes to someday become a mentor and pass on all his knowledge to his apprentice. Though he wants a mate, and possibly kits, he doesn't know if any she-cats in the Clan share the same zest for adventure and fun that he does. Overall, Kitenose is an eager, curious, responsible, adventurous, and shares a zest for life. He is a mediocre swimmer, an okay climber, a good fighter and hunter, and a superb tracker. |
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Belgian Kelpie 121
based on this drawing by Zax
Semi-custom for sadie <3 Username: nerdsadie Show Name: It's all in the mind Call Name: Percy Sex: male Mate: Eye color: ice blue Collar color: Phenotype: Liver saddle tan point Genotype: kk/bb/Dd/atat/EE/gg/SS/tt/mm/XX/ZZ Parent: --- Parent: --- |
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Ovacalix @ Sat Jul 18, 2015 5:37 pm
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Ruka Tack
based on this drawing by Expresso. Just posting my babes tack <3 |
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scruff #25
based on this drawing by Metanoia-
#25 is a soda pup like #24, and needs a good home! End Date 7/18
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Purrfectpal @ Sat Jul 18, 2015 1:33 pm I can't read the part "What are Scruff Dragons?" Is it in another language? Sorry to bother you lovies <3 |
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Bean_Cake @ Sat Jul 18, 2015 2:11 pm
its just a different font |
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Purrfectpal @ Sat Jul 18, 2015 4:19 pm Oh x3 |
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AaGWC 286
based on this drawing by BlazingMoon
custom for APH Canada ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ •NAME• Oakrubble •GENDER• Tom •PERSONALITY• Oakrubble is said to be full of youthful vigor and humor, though he is also very stubborn and doesn't listen very well to others. As a result, he is known to be very controlling, bossy, and demanding, to the point where it is hard to get along with him. As a kit he has been known to be aggressive but has calmed down as he aged on. Oddly he still manages to get himself into trouble. In a follow-up question regarding his "scary" appearance, it was stated that his "really wild" behaviour came from him being a show off. He declares himself to be the "King of the Clan" a lot of times. Oakrubble is said to be carefree but he is actually a hard worker. He appears to have a certain priority for maintaining his own self image by sometimes lying. Oakrubble blatantly ignores offensive and aggressive social tones, maintaining a cheery demeanor. •MATE• None •KITS• None ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
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canadianhowl @ Fri Jul 17, 2015 12:26 pm
Okay here is his personality:; Oakrubble is said to be full of youthful vigor and humor, though he is also very stubborn and doesn't listen very well to others. As a result, he is known to be very controlling, bossy, and demanding, to the point where it is hard to get along with him. As a kit he has been known to be aggressive but has calmed down as he aged on. Oddly he still manages to get himself into trouble. In a follow-up question regarding his "scary" appearance, it was stated that his "really wild" behaviour came from him being a show off. He declares himself to be the "King of the Clan" a lot of times. Oakrubble is said to be carefree but he is actually a hard worker. He appears to have a certain priority for maintaining his own self image by sometimes lying. Oakrubble blatantly ignores offensive and aggressive social tones, maintaining a cheery demeanor. |
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Misty WolfDog @ Sat Jul 18, 2015 3:26 pm
What color(s) are his eyes?
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canadianhowl @ Sat Jul 18, 2015 3:29 pm
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Vaiki #15
based on this drawing by ege
So Flappy made a piebald vaiki and I wanted to do one too ;3;
They turned blue somehow yes I want you to tell me about their travels and give them some accessories :D
Ends July 15th, no extras! |
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wendigo. @ Tue Jul 07, 2015 2:56 pm
Name;; Gulliver |
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leafless willow @ Tue Jul 07, 2015 4:52 pm xx removing bc i dont rlly know what young me was thinking pft. Sorry, i used to be v salty in general. ;w; |
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Jayflight. @ Wed Jul 08, 2015 1:44 am
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Oliver Nestor Oliver means 'olive tree'; Nestor means 'wanderer, voyager'. Gender;; Male Accessories;; He has a yellow bandana tied around his neck and a dark green camera bag. He ties random items that he's collected on his travels around his tail. Some of these include; a vial full of river mud, this 'really really' cool rock, a blue glass fishing float he found in the lake, and some shells. He also has a pet piebald kitten named Noodles, who is small enough to lay in his camera bag to come along on his adventures. Travels;; Well, Oliver hasn't quite seen much of the world as of yet! Most of his adventures have been in the magnificent, truly wondrous place, called his backyard. It is his biggest dream to travel the world, and take pictures of exotic people and places. Alas, he settles on trudging through the nearby creek, looking for frogs and squirrels to photograph. He hopes to get the chance to travel across the world, but as of now he has only traveled around the country a little bit. |
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Pseudodragon #356
based on this drawing by Pachoopi
I had quite a lot of fun designing this one, hopefully you'll like him too. To try for him you'll have to give him a personality and also draw an art piece of him(it can be any style... headshot, fullbody, traditional art, etc). Prettying up your form is alright as long as it's nothing massive and hard to read, and no extras are allowed. This contest will end on July 17th.
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Direwolfqueen @ Sat Jul 04, 2015 7:01 am
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modern @ Sat Jul 04, 2015 7:21 am
Mark |
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PerfectWorld @ Sat Jul 04, 2015 10:12 am
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• Stuffalynn Sanctuary • Batch 10 • Number 29 •
based on this drawing by rainbowpanda101
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groenii @ Thu Jul 16, 2015 3:02 pm
I want to guess, please! |
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cakepopcat @ Thu Jul 16, 2015 3:04 pm
I want to guess, please! |
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imperials @ Thu Jul 16, 2015 3:05 pm
I want to guess, please!
Username: .umbreon. Name of Stuffalynn: Navi Number: 11 c: Thank you! |
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Vaiki #12
based on this drawing by ege
An edited baby with slightly rounded ears and fluff :3
100 word limit for writing extras, unlimited art extras! Ends Friday, July 17th |
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Wafflez2 @ Sat Jul 04, 2015 2:43 pm
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I am called Cookie! but my mean nickname is sunburn Gender;; i am a girl! Favorite snack;; my favourite snack, hmm ahh i guess tangerines i like how sometimes there sour and make me pucker. |
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she wolf warrior @ Sat Jul 04, 2015 2:49 pm
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vivi. @ Sat Jul 04, 2015 4:03 pm
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RVEC #107 - Grey Percheron
based on this drawing by SydneyandStorm
Passed away July 17, 2015.
This mare was confined to a tiny stall on a PMU farm, where she would be bred each year only to have her foal taken away from her almost immediately. Fortunately, this young lady was in relatively good shape and is still very trusting of humans. Username: A.J. Birdie Barn: TRRA Show name: TRRA Prety Woman Call name: Dolly Gender: Mare Age: 23 years Height: 17.1 hands Breed: Percheron Discipline: Driving Head: 2 Neck: 7 Shoulders: 5 Forelegs: 2 Chest: 10 Barrel: 5 Hindquarters: 8 Hind legs: 12 Feet: 3 Action: 10 Coat: 6 Intelligence: 9 Willingness: 8 Trainability: 3 Natural talent: 14 Training: X Attitude: Amiable Shows entered: Shows won: Grade: Breeding fee: 3,000c Ee aa crcr zz Ff dd chch GG tt oo sbsb splspl rr lplp ww |
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Cooluser1615 @ Wed Mar 11, 2015 8:52 am She's absolutely gorgeous, you've outdone yourself SydneyandStorm! I'm not going to adopt her as I think that she deserves to go to someone with fewer horses than me. Still, good luck to anyone who gets her! |
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keshik @ Wed Mar 11, 2015 9:02 am
Wow, her backstory is kind of sad... |
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stabbrielle @ Wed Mar 11, 2015 9:03 am
Username: A.J. birdie |
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#136 Silver Smokey Grullo Manchado
based on this drawing by Guest
Custom for iStarz. I hope you like her, I know the manchado isn't the best, but it was my first attempt, so if you wanted anything changed please don't hesitate to pm me ^_^ |
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iStarz & Everly @ Sat Jul 18, 2015 12:23 pm
Wowza! She's gorgeous! Now I need to pick a name....Ummm |
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RVEC #93 - Black Tennessee Walker
based on this drawing by SydneyandStorm
I know this seems like a really lazy way out of having to put a lot of work into a horse (doing one with no markings), but when I looked online for TWH inspiration, most black horses didn't have any white markings, so I guess it's just pretty desired within the breed.
This boy is a rescue, saved from a situation in which he was badly sored. His sensitive attitude has made him more emotionally affected by it than some of his fellow rescues, so he'll need a particularly loving hand to help him trust humans once more. As with all rescues, FCFS, but out of the many TWHs I'm going to release, you may only rescue up to three. Just keep that in mind ^^ Username: apart Barn: Sionnach Stables Show name: Préachán o Frainc Call name: Préachán Gender: Stallion Age: 30 years Height: 15.3 hands Breed: Tennessee Walking Horse Discipline: Cross-country Head: 8 Neck: 7 Shoulders: 7 Forelegs: 8 Chest: 7 Barrel: 9 Hindquarters: 14 Hind legs: 14 Feet: 12 Action: 7 Coat: 8 Intelligence: 4 Willingness: 7 Trainability: 4 Natural talent: 11 Training: +9 Attitude: Sensitive Shows entered: Shows won: Grade: Stud fee: 1,000c Ee aa crcr zz Ff dd chch gg tt oo sbsb splspl rr lplp ww |
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Cooluser1615 @ Sun Mar 01, 2015 6:54 am
Username: HeroHorse |
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SydneyandStorm @ Sun Mar 01, 2015 6:56 am
Congrats! I'll get his stats up in a minute ^^
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Cooluser1615 @ Sun Mar 01, 2015 12:05 pm First of all, I'd like to apologise for not replying sooner. You are absolutely amazing, I really appreciate the effort which you have put into the sim. Thank you so much for creating two new Tennessee Walking horses, it really means a lot to me that you took my suggestion on board so quickly. As for Préachán himself, he is just gorgeous! He fits his name perfectly, as Préachán means crow. I find that his appearance reminds me of a sleek rook or a raven. I absolutely adore him and find him to be a stunning horse. I am going to make his discipline cross-country, as I believe that he has the potential to do very well in it, once he learns to trust humans and tack again. I'm considering making a thread to write some short stories about the goings on at Sionnach Stables; I have a little image of it in my head that I would like to communicate and, after going to the lengths of giving my horses detailed personalities, I feel that it would be a shame if I didn't write about them. Anyway, I'm sorry for all my rambling and, just to make it clear, I would like to make Préachán's discipline cross-country. |
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#3115 - Title Below
based on this drawing by Half Tree
Purple roan odd brindle minimal blanket appaloosa with irregular (and somewhat large) bend-or spots* |
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OutdatedBoombox @ Mon Jul 13, 2015 8:58 am Stunning, Bentley. Utterly stunning. You deserve this. |
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iBrevity @ Mon Jul 13, 2015 9:15 am
Oh my goodness they're lovely! You made an awesome decision :)
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gremlin @ Sat Jul 18, 2015 12:09 pm this is to epic! *dies* |
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RVEC Cow #24 - Corriente Heifer
based on this drawing by Oddly Shaded
Brindle Corriente :3
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Cooluser1615 @ Sat Jul 18, 2015 11:51 am
She's absolutely gorgeous, you've done a brilliant job on her. |
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