Username: Alei
Name: Ember
Gender: Male
Ticket number: 3, please c:

Username:
Lukina
Name:
Hadrin Dream
Gender: 
Male
Ticket number:
19, please

pulling out, he deserves a better owner than me!! beautiful design though!

holy heck

amazing as always syra! ;o;

What a lovely baby. <3

Aaah wow, Valla looks stunning on this new lineart,
Love ittt <33!!!

Wind Song wrote:

Aaah wow, Valla looks stunning on this new lineart,
Love ittt <33!!!

great x3 i'm glad to hear =D

glad you like him! ;v; you've been added!

Are normal artists automatically normal artists or not?

cupcake frosting wrote:Are normal artists automatically normal artists or not?

I imagine one of those was meant to be nursery artist, but the answer is no. Being a nursery artist and being a normal artist are completely different things. You can be both, though, so you're still free to try out for both.

Username:buddysam123
Aurae 1: viewtopic.php?f=53&t=2608128
Owned by: me
Aurae 2: viewtopic.php?f=53&t=2609561
Owned by: me
Previous Breedings: nope
Anything else? thank you!

Username: SchnaDin
Name:lef̱kó epistréfo̱n (more known as lef̱kó)
Name Meaning: means something like white returner
Gender: Buck
Height: A little bit heigher than a female one? (I don't know feet)
Age:5
Personality:Lefko is a very careing and protective male. But he was not always like that.
When he was younger he was very short tempered and agressiv so he fighted for the place as a leader in his herd very often. But he always lost against them because they had more experience and they were stronger than him.
One day he got banned from the herd from the new alpha and was terribly hurt. Everyone in the herd thought he would be dead because an oxirie needs their comrades to survive, especially with bad injuries. After years passed by everyone was walking through the high grass as a bright light appears. It was Lefko: healthy, powerful, an adult and changed in his peronality. The sun shines on his white fur, which reflects it and let him be seen taller. He challenged the old alpha and after a long fight he won and become the aplha of the herd. Every Oxirie of the herd was happy about his return and legends say, that everytime anyone, who sees the white buck will return safetly home from their travels.

Judging today

iwontcry
iwont
ahaha they are beautiful qvq
thankyou so much gee !
ill discuss fates with troll now uwu

ohmy im sorry for double posting---

but it has been decided im going to own the top right boy and troll has decided to gift the top left boy to their friend laces

such beautiful boys!!

Username: Ax The Andalite
Name: Granite
Gender: Male
Art or story:

(Art, wip QuQ)

bump

Beautiful horse! I would try out but my zodiac is not compatible. Good luck to whoever wins her!

Username:
Rest in Pieces
Name:
Gwenevere
Your Zodiac:
Sagittarius
Personality:
Gwenevere, or more casually known as Gwen, may seem like an elegant lady at first...But underneath her grace and poise is an energetic mare with a thirst for adventure. One moment she acts calm and soft-spoken, the next, she is a fearless, independent and headstrong warrior who is ready to speak out her mind at any moment. Being of a royal bloodline, she is expected to be the refined princess she pretends to be, when deep inside, she'd rather be out exploring a mysterious, undiscovered region instead of having to entertain loads and loads of infatuated suitors. Aside from that, Gwen is loyal to a fault, and very straightforward with things. When overcome with difficulties, she stays strong and continues to push onward, no matter how despairing the situation may be.
Theme Song:
Roar - Katy Perry
How the Song Relates to Personality:
The song represents her desire for freedom and the fact that she's not afraid to show the side of her that most don't see and bring out the lion inside her.
I used to bite my tongue and hold my breath
Scared to rock the boat and make a mess
So I sat quietly, agreed politely
I guess that I forgot I had a choice
I let you push me past the breaking point
I stood for nothing, so I fell for everything
This represents the 'princess' side of her. She acts soft-spoken and silent, wearing a mask of politeness and elegance to hide her burning spirit.
You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Already brushing off the dust
You hear my voice, you hear that sound
Like thunder gonna shake the ground
You held me down, but I got up (HEY!)
Get ready 'cause I’ve had enough
I see it all, I see it now
Eventually, she gets tired of putting up an act, and starts to reveal her true self. Gwen recovers from mistakes she makes fast and is quick to correct them.
Now I’m floating like a butterfly
Stinging like a bee I earned my stripes
I went from zero, to my own hero
Gwen is fierce and independent. She is willing to rely on herself to be her own 'hero.' She doesn't need anybody else's help to save her.
I got the eye of the tiger, a fighter, dancing through the fire
'Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Louder, louder than a lion
'Cause I am a champion and you’re gonna hear me roar
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
You’re gonna hear me roar

Gwen is a warrior, a fighter, and she's certainly not afraid to show it. She is also very persevering, despite how hard a task may be, she almost always emerges as a champion.

username: The Missing Kurloz
name: Pearl
water pic/gif: xXx

username: Sillybob101
name: Maiya
water pic/gif: x

username: .Lone Wolf.
name: Kai
water pic/gif: <3

❝..I like to keep my issues drawn,
It's always darkest before the dawn...❞


When the sun first sweeps its fair light over the land, it is not hard to imagine that it has, for that brief instant, dropped a little shard of sunlight on the earth as it appears to meet it. Perhaps you could claim that such a fantastical event occurred the day of Solas' birth. Although she was born to a wild white Oxirie, from birth the calf's coat radiated the glorious hues of the sunrise, in particular the beautiful oranges and the fading darkness of the dying night. With every passing day, young Solas grew into a true sunbeam; courageous, noble and a beacon of hope to all those around her. It was almost as if she believed that she could conquer the dark world beyond the warm comfort of her mother's flanks with her light.

How naive she was then.

There comes a time in every youngster's life when they realise that for every drop of honey, a drop of blood exists. It is the time when they know that life is not just composed of hope, joy and virtue, but of despair, misery and vice as well. There is no preventing this time. It may be delayed or averted for a while but eventually it will come. For Solas, this time came when she was but a few months of age.
Solas' mother was walking across the desert sands. The sun was still low on the horizon, yet its heat was already beginning to be felt. Lizards basked on the sandy-red boulders that dotted the coarse, orange sand. Solas was following her mother to an oasis where they may quench their thirst when it happened. In a split second, the calf saw a black metal object glinting from the corner of her eye. Solas had no idea that was the barrel of a gun peaking out from behind one of the largest boulders. Suddenly, a sound like a thunderclap split the air, the loudest sound the calf had ever heard in her short life. Solas looked to her mother for reassurance, a gentle nuzzle to tell her that the sound was not something to be worried about. However, Solas' mother could not do so, nor would she ever be able to do so again. The female Oxirie lay on the desert sand, perfectly still. Her sides did not even flutter with a lone breath. Solas let out a heartbreaking wail, a sound which she had not even known herself to be capable of, as she realised what it meant. Her mother was dead.

Solas was unaware of the presence of humans until she heard raised voices. The calf turned her head and saw two men engaging in an argument. Their voices were loud and harsh, but it was not that which terrified her. Solas' heart began to race fearfully when she saw that each of the men held one of the metal objects which had caused her mother's death. She turned to run, but in an instant one of the men had grabbed her by the tail. The calf struggled frantically to free herself from the human's grasp, yet her efforts were in vain. "I'm telling you, it'll sell for more alive than dead!" Solas' captor barked, slipping a rope around the calf's neck. Among the men, that was the end of the matter. Solas was forced into the back of a battered jeep, protesting every step of the way. However, she was only young and no match for the humans. Yet.

Solas spent several hungry miserable days in a shed crammed with cages. She was given food and drink, but never enough to satisfy her hunger or thirst. Eventually she was transported to a different kind of prison. Solas didn't remember much about the long, tiring journey, but she did recall one of the humans announcing to another where she was being taken. She was going to become one piece in a collection of live animals, privately owned by a 'rich snob' as the man had put it. Solas wasn't obviously looking forward to that. She was given more food and water, a check up with a vet and even grooming, but she hated every minute of it. Solas knew that she was merely in a different type of cage. Sometimes she would be paraded around before her so-called owner and his guests for their entertainment. With every passing day, Solas grew larger, and as every second passed, her hatred for the humans grew more intense. Finally she could stand it no longer. One summer's night, Solas literally broke free from the humans, leaving her stall door hanging by its hinges and the driveway's fancy gate in ruins. However, Solas barely glanced at what she had destroyed, for she had created something far more powerful. Her own freedom.

Years passed and Solas wandered alone through the desert. Yet no matter how many times she tried to socialise with others, a part of her felt missing, incomplete, no matter how much effort she put in. Eventually she didn't bother anymore. However, one night, Solas made a surprising discovery. A sight which she had not seen in many years, a human, out walking for reasons unknown. Instantly the Oxirie attempted to tap into her burning rage at the entire wretched species and found that... she couldn't. Curiosity, or what Solas thought was curiosity, drove her forward to investigate the stranger. The human watched her in fascination, but not with the greed or vanity that Solas had seen before. The Oxirie inched nearer and found that the human smelled of Oxirie as well. Now Solas was really curious. "Hello." spoke the human. "I'm HeroHorse.". She reached up to stroke Solas' face and, to the surprise of both, the Oxirie did not flinch at her touch. "Who are you?" the human asked the Oxirie. As if in answer, the sun began to rise. Its light touched the desert and shone upon Solas' coat, expressing every one of her unique markings. The human's eyes widened in surprise at such astonishing beauty. She found that she felt struck speechless, yet at the same time she needed to say one word to the Oxirie.

"Solas."

HeroHorse wrote:

Images drawn by HeroHorse at Chickensmoothie.com

Wow, a beauty <3

AAaaaa! Leopard colors are soo hard to make! This is good!

Marking to see the winner of this cutie, too. <3

Username: Cuddlebean
Foal Number: 1
Name: Calli
what does the litters blanket colour tell you?: what horse type it is

Username: Eulee
Foal Number: 2
Name: TBD
what does the litters blanket colour tell you?: The breed/type it is?

Username: netherland dwarf
Foal Number: 3
Name: Tbd
what does the litters blanket colour tell you?: I think what the breed is?

I'm pretty sure edits are allowed with the custom slots. cx Did it say it was a special custom slot or a normal on reform the box? ovo

aww :] congrats

Wow, they're awesome ;w;
We'll discuss their fates, but I'm most likely keeping one of them <3

Adorable! We're currently talking bout their fates! <3