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Oooh~ mark!

Thank you so much Rachie! <33
He turned out amazing omg ;o;

Name :: Live This Nightmare // Insanity
Gender :: Male

*Gasps audibly before doing a happy wiggle of excitement* XD I love them!!!!!!!

and she has a blue eye I had kind of wanted to ask for but never did. She's perfect!!

Show Name: Wolken über den Mond (Clouds over the moon in German)
Barn Name: MondSchein (Moonlight in German)
Gender: Mare

Username: Chibi~Predator
Race Name: Sir Barton
Barn Name: Bart
Race Number: 12
Race Colors: Orange and Black
Story:
The gleaming chestnut pranced at the end of his lead, his jockey bouncing in the saddle. The assistant led the two to the starting block, locking them in alongside the other throughbloods. The stallion pawed only a moment before the bell went off, rocking into a smooth, pounding gait. The copper horse rocketed along at an incredible pace, rounding the first turn at almost a full neck in front of his closest competitors. He kept this pace up, his jockey brushing his rump with the crop.

"Come on, Bart! You can do this!"

The jockey's words spurred the horse on faster than the crop ever would, his legs pumping like pistons and carving clods of dirt from the ground. They pounded past the finish...

Username: Rose Rivervalley
Race Name: Daddy's Little Hot Shot
Barn Name: Hot Shot
Race Number: 7
Race Colors: Orange and Black
Story: Did I tell you about one of their best races? No? Take a seat! We got up earlier, to make sure he was stretched out enough. I got him stretched and warmed up. We got into the starting gate, you could see the determination in his eyes. We darted out the gate, but somehow we were still in dead last. We stayed in last. Everyone thought there was no chance of Hot Shot winning. It was the final lap. He got up to fourth, and neared the home stretch. I took his bridle off and he bolted to first, winning the race. It was so amazing! After the race, he relaxed and was rewarded greatly.

Chibi~Predator wrote:Username: Chibi~Predator
Race Name: Sir Barton
Barn Name: Bart
Race Number: 12
Race Colors: Orange and Black
Story:
The gleaming chestnut pranced at the end of his lead, his jockey bouncing in the saddle. The assistant led the two to the starting block, locking them in alongside the other throughbloods. The stallion pawed only a moment before the bell went off, rocking into a smooth, pounding gait. The copper horse rocketed along at an incredible pace, rounding the first turn at almost a full neck in front of his closest competitors. He kept this pace up, his jockey brushing his rump with the crop.

"Come on, Bart! You can do this!"

The jockey's words spurred the horse on faster than the crop ever would, his legs pumping like pistons and carving clods of dirt from the ground. They pounded past the finish...

Marking to see all the entries ^_^

Username: ola232
Name: Carrie
Gender: female
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Username: wildfur2202
Name: Sabre
Gender: female
Image not canadian but...

Username: not a talking cat
Name: Callie
Gender: female
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Username: Lucifer
Race Name: Rusted Pine
Barn Name: Joey
Race Number: 13
Race Colors: White with Red Spots
Personality: this horse is a spirited young stallion who has quite a bit more energy than many think he should. He can be rekless but is always wonderful at interacting with people
Interaction with other Horses: Rank: lead stallion in his heard
he is very competitive with other horses, as any lead stallion would, he is good at figuring out if a horse will be a valuble asset to the heard, so he can be harsh in kicking a potential herd member out, with much more force and shaming than necicary

Username: RazzBerry
Race Name: Budweiser Black Crown
Barn Name: Corona
Race Number:
Race Colors: White with Red Spots
Personality: wip
Interaction with other Horses: wip

Username: Sheepishlie
Race Name: Devoss on Fire
Barn Name: Devoss
Race Number: 11
Race Colors: White with Red Spots
Personality: Devoss is content in his own little world. Though he tends to have his moments of high spirits, most riders will agree that Devoss will take care of Devoss. Your just along for the ride. Having a good head beyond all that, he is very intelligent and down to earth. As in he is not expected to bolt out from under you because another horse decided to crash his hood against his stall.
Interaction with other Horses: Well. He's a loner. That poor equine that seems to be far separated from the heard due to his dominant disposition, thus causing more than a little trouble. To put it frank, he's alone for the very reason of being a bully to geldings and other stallions while the mares. He did dare mess with them.

Username: Akatsuki Ebay
Name: Seana
Gender: Female
4 word Personality: Sea lover, Gentle, Loving, Aloof

Username: Ma'at The SandWing
Name: Minthe
Gender: Female
4 word Personality: quiet, innocent, shy, gentle

Hey fall, would you be willing to do a challenge custom for me? ♥

if this beauty goes missing don't look at Ironwood, they are not here

i am checking every day! this is just in time to my birthday is in a month!

mines today XD

Ummm it is a day past it should have grown...

Chico is proud <333

Ahhh thank you so much! I'll get back to you soon with the information, it'll be a tough decision cx

Show Name: Birthday Cake
Barn Name: Confetti
Gender: Mare
Halter Color: light pink with white lace please ^_^

Thank you so much, die Lille! She's so gorgeous, I couldn't be happier with how she turned out <3 Her name will be Órla.

Ahhhh they are the most beautiful possible outcome~ I adore them, thank you!

Their name is The Void's Leviathan 'Outsider', and they are agender.

Here we go! The adventures of an adventurous alien and a baby lethal equine in space~ This was a lot of fun!

First Encounter

Folkvangr had visited many unusual planets in their time as a recovery agent for the Federation of Inter-Space Peace, but Lucent was truly a remarkable one, only perhaps matched by the rusted wastelands of Virid and the glowing skies of home on P'leri-D. It was almost a shame this was only a quick detour on their way back home, an impromptu mission radioed in to them once they were in range of the planet. The local wildlife was apparently highly prized and just as lethal here, meaning the black market trade was booming. This time around the organisation that tried to stop these happenings had caught the trappers and wanted the rescued creatures brought to Earth to find new homes.

Finding their way through the intricate series of caves would have been almost impossible in the near-blackness if it wasn't for the enhanced eyesight of their reptilian true form, regardless of how unsuited the forest-dwelling Inhabitant biology was for the damp cave ecosystem.
It did seem to be deterring any potentially hazardous native life forms however, as more than once they'd caught sight of shadowy wings disappearing out of the corner of their eyes. The distant rumbling of something they assumed to be hooves had reverberated through the cave system several times already in the short space of time they had been here, accompanied by almost avian screeches. Somehow they didn't think they were horses.

They walked for what seemed a long time in the dark monotony of the caves, occasionally glancing up at the ceiling just to break the cycle. It was this way that they discovered the civilisation of this otherwise scarcely populated planet.

Ahead, waiting below a large gap in the roof and one of the extravagant structures that seemed to pass for houses on this planet in order to no doubt to escape the creatures of the darkness, were two figures who were very obviously the ones they had been sent to meet, even without their AI Zyanya whispering this to them in a mind voice like soft static.
A human figure, tall and lithely built with ashen skin and blonde hair. Clearly someone well used to living in the caves. Beside them stood something that almost appeared to be a horse at first glance, though the horns and vividly coloured mane and tail quickly dispelled that image. That and the yellow eyes that watched them warily even at the distance they were away from the two. Presumably this was an individual of the equine species they had heard earlier.
Folkvangr waited until as close as possible to gracefully assume their humanoid form, unwilling to take their chances with anything lurking in the dark, though their spines and reptilian tail remained as usual.
Raising a hand in greeting to the human, they withheld their surprise well as the two exchanged a look filled with far too much intelligence for the usual simple relationship between man and beast. These alien equines were telepathic? They weren't entirely sure how they felt about that.

Letting Zyanya's glowing projection shimmer into life on their shoulder as proof of their identity, they strode up to the unlikely pair
"I am Agent Merope Folkvangr of the FISP, and this is Zyanya. I understand I am to escort you and your live cargo off-world?"
"Hi, thanks for coming." The tall blonde leaned forward to shake hands before gesturing to her companion. "I am Clare, and this is Sea on the Horizon. She's a Chrysaora Basilisk, a native species to this planet. We intercepted a illegal transport of Chrysaora foals and whilst some have been rehomed on Lucent, they'd be easier to rehome in the secure environment we already have established on Earth." She pointed behind her, to a rather bedraggled-looking large group of foals and several wary looking humans. These people weren't taking any chances again, clearly.
Folkvangr nodded, swiftly calling the ship to their location. They weren't too fond of the idea of staying in these caves much longer.

There was no night on the ship, of course, but most of the crew were sleeping and a restless Folkvangr was prowling the halls in their Inhabitant form. The passengers they'd picked up on Lucent had opted to stay with the foals in the stables of the cargo hold, which to be honest closely resembled Lucent anyway.
Drawing closer to where the stables had been set up, loud noises became obvious to Folkvangr's heightened senses only seconds before a small grey foal rounded the corner and crashed straight into the startled Inhabitant, pursued by a frantic looking Clare.
Shaking their head to clear it, they assumed humanoid form once more and looked down at the Chrysaora foal, who seemed to have suddenly become very interested in the glowing patterns on their leggings. Clare stopped in her chase, folding her arms and smirking at the two.
"That little one really likes you. Bolted straight out as soon as they heard you coming."
Folkvangr blinked rapidly, meeting the foal's inquisitive red eyes. "I seem to attract lethal equines. Already own a bunch of hell unicorns." They sighed in response.
Clare raised an eyebrow, clearly not having expected the agent to have a history with equines. "You've got horses? Back on Earth?"
"Yeah, I own a stable. I have three Narakari, like big tricorns from hell? Two mares and a stallion. We compete a lot."
The Lucent-dweller looked pensive, glancing over at the affectionate foal who was currently trying to nibble the spines of the Inhabitant's tail.
"I think you should take one of the Chrysaora. Particularly this one. We're looking for good homes and you have good experience with horses. Not to mention they seem fond of you." She explained slowly, trying to judge their reaction.
Folkvangr's amber eyes widened almost imperceptibly, though they feigned nonchalance with a quick shrug before responding. "I'll take this little one home. Gotta say, they'll be quite the outsider though."
The foal prodded their legs with their horns, clearly not bothered by their words. The alien smiled down at the little creature.
"Hmm. Then they'll be Outsider."

Gaining Trust

Folkvangr was painfully aware of their stallion Ciardha's carnelian gaze being fixed on their back. It had only been a few days since they had returned from Lucent with the rescued Chrysaora foal they had dubbed Outsider, but if what they had read about the species was correct then they were roughly of the age to be considered a yearling today, standing just over 14 and a half hands already.
Outsider had grown rapidly, and had already warmed up to their new home and Wyrda, Freki and Ciardha, the existing occupants of Folkvangr's stables. Their personality was already becoming very apparent; curious and fierce but very skittish, it almost mimicked the Inhabitant's own. Right down to the almost avian trills they were fond of happily vocalising at any time. It was impossible for Folkvangr to not love the equine after their own heart, after all.
They were still very jumpy, and any attempts to get them to leave the stall for long or get a head collar on them had only resulted in a very shrill avian noise and an overwhelmed hypersensitive alien, but they were already clearly fond of their rescuer and loved to sneak strokes whenever possible.

Freki, the youngest of Folkvangr's Narakari and closest to the Chrysaora in age, snorted and moved closer to the door. It was clear the blue roan was trying to coax the yearling out, so Folkvangr moved back a couple of steps from where they had been stroking their ears and held a hand out to offer another stroke.
Cautiously, red eyes fixed on their hand, Outsider moved a couple of steps forward and nuzzled at the offered hand, seemingly unconcerned by moving closer to the door. The alien shifter held their breath as they moved back again, and once again the yearling followed. Freki nickered softly from behind them as they reach back and unlock the stall door, coaxing Outsider all the way. The dark-coloured Chrysaora does not look away from them, following far into the field and trilling a greeting to the other equines.
Folkvangr grinned and patted the yearling's neck, proud they had finally trusted them enough to leave.

the bae tbh

Haha thanks!
I originally designed him in the artist comp and was allowed to keep him. I didn't really have time to develop his personality because the center shut down before I got the chance. And I haven't really been involved in the community since it opened up again. Oops!
You've got a lot of nice Hazards, too!! (:

reilly wrote:Haha thanks!
I originally designed him in the artist comp and was allowed to keep him. I didn't really have time to develop his personality because the center shut down before I got the chance. And I haven't really been involved in the community since it opened up again. Oops!
You've got a lot of nice Hazards, too!! (:

OMG IMMY THIS IS SO
*sniffles*
SO BEAUTIFULLL *cries all over the place*

Thank you sooo much! i absolutely adore rose dapple greys <33

Ill pick the best name for him soon <33 //thismaytakeawhile

Name: Fluorescent Inflorescence "Hanabusa"
Age: 7 years
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Manglarga Marchador
Colouration: Rose dapple grey (bay base coat) minimal tobiano
Markings: Minimal tobiano markings
Genetics: E/e, A/A, Gr/gr and Tob/tob.

I just fell in love. O_O

eep thank you n,n

Name: Basillius
Gender: Stallion

First Encounter
spaceCarys laughed as her mare, Tenacity, ran around bucking and kicking. This was one of the few times Tenacity acted like a horse; usually she would just stand around snorting angrily at everything. Smiling still, Carys headed towards the stables to tidy up the already impeccable barn. As she began to sweep the isle, a rumbling noise caught her attention. Leaning out the barn door, Carys spotted a big truck pulling up her driveway. Furrowing her brow, she put the broom down and went out to meet it. A man dressed in casual clothes stepped out, a file founder looking misplaced in his hand. He had day old scruff and the appearance of someone rushed in his job. He glanced around and then approached Carys. "Hello, Miss Laine," He said, "My name is Ari Salo. I am a senior volunteer at Northern Lucent Species Protection Agency." Carys nodded and held out her hand.
space"Nice to meet you Mr. Salo," she said, "What brings the NLSPA here?"
space"Well, we have recently uncovered a large group of foal Chrysaora Basilisks circulating the black market. We found a lengthy list of people who would be qualified for taking on one of the babies." He replied, "Since you are conjoined with a very aggressive Chrysaora, we believe you are very qualified for the job." He gave an approving smile. Carys thought a moment before responding.
space"That is true, but Tencity," She said pointing out to the pasture, "Is very aggressive. She would probably try to kill any other Chry around me."
space"Be that as it may," Salo started again, "You are still very qualified. The foals need to be placed soon before they grow." Carys sighed.
space"Oh all right," She said huffing, "When will I get the foal?"
space"Actually..." Salo said, moving towards his truck and pulling out a lined box, "I happened to bring a colt with me." Carys rolled her eyes. Salo handed her the file folder. "You'll need to fill out this paperwork, but besides that, you're good to go." He set the box on the ground; a blanket covered the bubble.
space"Alright." Carys took the folder and pulled a pen out of her pocket. She quickly filled out the basic information. When it came to naming the Chry, she asked "Can I see him?" Salo nodded and uncovered the colt. He was still growing and the white of a Chrysaora foal. Basillius, a royal name for a surely haughty animal.. Carys laughed inwardly and jotted down the name, handing the paperwork back over. "Here you are."
space"Thank you," Salo said. "I'll let you get adjusted." Carys nodded and picked up the box. Salo got into his truck, waved a goodbye and left. Carys gazed Basillius and took him into the barn. She got a stall set up for him and arranged the box and blankets in one corner. Despite the talk about Tenacity, she was excited to take on the colt.

Gaining Trust
spaceIt was the day of the Chrysaora egg's estimated 3 week period. Since there was no way to really tell when the egg was created, everything was up to guestimation. Carys, Basillius's owner, had been sleeping in the barn since she attained the egg, watching carefully to see when it hatched. Tenacity was deprived of her usual attention and kept kicking the walls of her stall, but Carys payed no attention. The colt had developed beautifully. He was just the right size and an untainted, pure white. Carys smiled at the large egg resting in it's pile of blankets.
spaceSuddenly, the colt reared, striking the protective barrier around it with his horns. Carys stood and moved closer to the egg. Basillius kept tearing at his eggshell, practically tearing it to shreds in his hurry to get out. Carys knew better than to help; those tiny horns were sharp as daggers, very dangerous if gashed by a rearing foal. Instead, she watched as the colt made short work of hatching. He shook himself free of any shell laying over him and stood. Carys's eyes widened. She had forgotten how quickly the foals adjusted. Basillius snorted and raised his head gazing around. Tenacity, a few stalls over, whinnied cautiously. She had near to no experience socializing with other Chrys. Carys made sure not to make eye contact; foals had little understanding of what conjoining was and she didn't want any...incidents. Instead, Carys kneeled down and stretched out her hand slowly, eyes on the ground. Basillius could approach if he wanted, but she wasn't going to force anything upon him. Ears tuned to the colt, she heard slow footsteps moving towards her. A soft muzzle hit her fingertips; the colt's nostrils were flared out of apprehension. He snorted and stumbled backwards, landing on his bum. Despite herself, Carys let out a soft gasp of laughter. Despite the species, foals were foals. Sighing, Carys gazed at the dazed colt and stood, moving out of the stall. In a few weeks she would have to decide whether to let him run wild in the sanctuary part of Austerity Cavern or conjoin with Basillius. Both options could lead to disastrous consequences.

wip yaaaas

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Gender: Stallion
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Username: expresso.
Show Name: Forever Number 1
Barn Name: Two
Gender: Mare
Age: 4
Halter Color: purple <<3

Username: Champion.
Show Name: Never Land Tales
Barn Name: Pastel
Gender: Mare
Age: 3 years
Halter Color: a pastel orange with small pastel blue flowers
Why do I keep missing my dream Tolters that look like tabby cats? ;-; congrats Zippo

Owner; WhoaDazzle
Farm Name; Twisted Willow Dressage Stables
Show Name; Society Girl
Nickname; Tiki
Age; 3 years old
Gender; Mare
Personality; Whatever you would guess Tiki's personality is, you'll probably be surprised. She's actually exceptionally shy, and rather spooky as well. It takes a long time for her to warm up to a pasture mate, and the ones she likes are usually older or very calm horses. She's scared of most things normal spooky horses are, and really is not fond of shows. It's too much noise and excitement for this mare. If she didn't have so much dressage talent, she would really make a good backyard pony or broodmare.
Breed; American Warmblood
Height; 16.2hh
Broodmare Fee; 2000 (because she's so unique!)
Story or Artwork;

Tiki's mother was always her rock. Her sun. Her center of gravity. It was all coming to an end now. Today was something the humans called "weaning day". Soon after came something even more terrifying. "Sale day." Tiki's mother had been preparing her for this since she was tiny. She told her daughter all the things she could about living with the humans. Tiki had never listened. Yes, she knew the humans existed, and sometimes they would "train" her, but they mostly left her alone. Tiki was worried, but not that worried. It would probably be just like "training". Anyway, she would always be able to see her mother, right?

Tiki felt very different that night. She had decided the humans were terrible. How could they make her spend the night with all these other foals when her mother wasn't even around! They all looked so different than her! Blacks, bays, chestnuts. Some had white, but none like her! There were scary noises too. Tiki just wanted her mother.

She had survived "weaning". She had survived "halter training". Now she just had to survive "sale day". It wasn't the idea of being somewhere new that terrified Tiki as much. It was the idea of never seeing her mother again. Of course, being somewhere new was bad too. The day didn't seem that different than normal, except Tiki stayed in her stall most of the time and many people came and looked at her. It was nearing dusk when the young woman came and led Tiki out. Be brave, Tiki thought. Just.... be brave.
There were not a lot of times that Tiki was brave in her life, but this was one of them. She followed the woman into the trailer.

Dont know why it took me forever to realise she didnt have an Adopt Me! sign on her xD

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Owner; RazzBerry
Farm Name; Baymont Stables
Show Name; Signs from the Oracle
Nickname; Kaira
Age; 3 years old
Gender; Mare
Personality; wip
Breed; American Warmblood
Height; 16.2hh
Broodmare Fee; 1,500c
Story or Artwork; wip

Ah! Thank you so very, very much .Puzzle!
I don't know how I did not see this earlier!

He shall be a stallion and his name is Axinite
He is so handsome! Thank you so very, very much again!

He's so handsome! (: my Inaya makes some pretty babies. Lol

Username: OvercastKid
Name: Twilight Melody Of Tears 'Melody'
Gender: Mare
Halter Color: Black
Guess: 2 years?

username: Raegami
show name (optional): the mare of the north
name: Soriety
gender: mare
halter color: seagreen
picture: xxx

username: fjord rider
show name (optional): Twilight What a catch, Donnie
name: Donnabella
gender: mare
halter color: red
picture:
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username: heyheygirl101
show name (optional): Elven Forest's Dream
name: Festa
gender: mare
halter color: black and gold lacing
picture: