Name: Orion
Gender: Female - She / Her
Relationship:
Her relationship with Lance. Hmm... Quite a fun one to talk about. They have been friends since practically the beginning. She likes to tease Lance all the time, and he does the same to her, especially when they are around each other's friends. Many assume they are in a true relationship. Orion does kind of like the idea, but she doesn't know if he does. Instead, she just keeps up the flirting and teasing. But, she is always there for Lance whenever he needs some cheering up or just someone to talk to. And he has always done the same for her.

Name:

Glýkisma [Kisma for short]

Gender:

DFAB Angrogynous - she/her or they/them

Relationship:

Kisma actually hates ice cream - it's too cold, too sweet. There's only a couple kinds she can tolerate, those being Mint Chocolate Chip and Butter Pecan - ironically, some of the sweetest flavors. The rest are either too plain or too rich for her, sometimes even both. [looking at you, plain chocolate ice cream.]

She is everything I wanted and more! Thank you! Her name will be Whisp-a-Shot "Hazel"!

Gosh, they are gorgeous. Thank you!
name: Liora
gender: mare

My hands were clenched by my side as I walked on the rocky path to where the countless orphan chrysaora foals were being held. Second births were always fascinating to me and as I hurried along, I recalled lines from the information booklet on chrysaoras."When the eggs are ready to hatch, they crack one at a time and the foal inside breaks through with it's tiny, yet sharp horns. They are born completely white but are able to stand right after hatching. Either one or both of the parents watch over the newborns until they're yearlings " [taken from the front page]. It seemed so sad that most of these foals would have never had the chance to meet their parents with most either just hatched or in the final stages.

A large collection of people had gathered where the foals had been stored and others could be seen leaving with either a long legged foal or a soft looking egg where a forming chrysaora could be seen. Nervous that I may miss out, I quickened my steps and ducked and weaved through the crowd that was gathering near a few stalls. Going on tip-toe I could just make out the foals that were the reason for all the fuss. They were gorgeous with their almost starry tails and paint markings. Twisting my brown eyes to look down the middle of the barn, I couldn't help but feel bad for those that were deemed 'not pretty enough'. Resting my hands behind my back, I strolled slowly down the aisle and peered into every stall where a wide- eyed foal would stare back at me. Towards the end of a row, I heard a sharp, almost avian that seemed to be calling out for attention. A small smile grew on my face as I walked near the sound to see a foal hatching out of its egg with a bit of difficulty. Opening the door and letting swing shut behind me, I gently helped it out of the shell and patted it down with a blanket that was resting over the stall door. All it had to do is look at me with its eyes and I knew this was the one I had to take home. With straw stuck to my jeans and my hair a mess I called over to one of the helpers who after seeing my face as I gently helped the foal upright, quickly brought over documents so little Liora could be mine.

I let the small foal settle into its new home which was made all the easier considering I had a few chrysaoras of my own. I walked into the small paddock and opened the gate slowly, closing it quickly as this newest member of my family liked to make a break for it whenever I opened the gate. Liora lifted up her head high and paced nervously as I edged closer before sitting down on the lush grass. The foal stamped her foot and tilted her head as she looked at me with her lovely eyes that shone with a foal's curiosity. Her blue tail flickered behind her as she lowered her head and inched closer before stopping. I kept my moves slow and played with blades of grass in front of me, letting her take as much time to get used to me. Before long she was only inches away from my face, her soft muzzle blowing hot air into my face. It tickled so I had to laugh, I tried to raise my hand to my face in a poor effort to cover my laugh but it didn't work. Liora took a few hurried step backwards with a shocked look on her face which only made me laugh more.

She recovered quickly and was soon standing in front of me, her head tilted as I present her with smal blade of grass that I had been playing with. The mare sniffed it cautiously and the air from her muzzle blew them away from my open palm. As she looked at my palm, I slowly brought up my hand and went to pat her on the muzzle. Liora shied away from the touch but once she realized it was no threat, she took a step forward to allow me to pat her again. After a few days of a similar routine, Liora was comfortable in my presence and seemed to enjoy getting petted..

She's lovely. Thank you horsy, would've thanked you on the join me but wifi acted up. I'll get back with you on a name when I find one. ^^

Oh my gooosh a Sabello baby! I knew she was in some form a samily descendant right away! My baby had a baby <3
Night Imma steal her from time to time okay?

Decided to name her Dare.

It was far too early for this. She'd been called at the wee hours of the morning, and offered an orphaned chrys - how in the world was she supposed to take care of a wild foal?! All hers had been adults when caught or born from her own stock; this was something much much more different than anything she was used to. Nonetheless, she got up before the sun and loaded up her truck and made her way to the address she'd been given over the phone.

There, it was a hive of activity, even in these early hours. Apparently there were some hundreds of foals being adopted out. She was immediately flagged down by an attendant and asked for the foal's number she'd gotten through the call as well.

"257. Supposed to be perlino of some sort?" The attendant smiled broadly and led her through the crowd and to the very last stall, where a small tan-and-mint swirled egg was sat among warm straw and blankets. She'd decided to wait at the barn for him to hatch, and immediately made herself comfortable.

It seemed close, she could see his head moving, horns tapping against the eggshell and cracks beginning to spiderweb across it's surface. The barn began to quiet, as other handlers opted to take their eggs home. Eventually, the lights were dimmed and one of the hands came to inform her they were going to bed; but other people were still there with her, waiting on their own eggs if she needed anything. She thanked them, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them as she returned her gaze to the egg.

She must've fallen asleep, cause she was jolted awake by a tug on her hair. She woke wildly, jerking her head around and startling the spindly colt backwards until he tripped over his own eggshells and landed square on his rump, staring at her.

Everything seemed to freeze, and she found her eyes glued to his. She let a shaky breath, reaching up to hold her palm out for him to sniff, never breaking eye contact. He snorted, bumping his nose hungrily against her hand and sucking one of her fingers into his mouth, causing her to giggle. Of course he'd be hungry!

She dug in her pack for the still-warm bottle she'd prepared before she fell asleep, holding it out for him to suckle on greedily until it was empty and he let out a pleased bleat. He followed her as she left the stall, rubbing his head against her hip and making cooing noises as she bundled him up and gathered him into the front seat of her truck to begin the slow ride home.

// does this count as three or should i go ahead and write the other two separately? //

Congratulations! You have successfully completed enough tasks to keep your foal. <3

Sorry for not replying sooner Lyre! ;o;

Username;; Queen Chrysalis
Name;; Marble
Show me something with the same pattern as me;;

Username;;ChessieBlud07
Name;; Marble
Show me something with the same pattern as me;;

Show Name: KR Queen Anne
Barn Name: Anne
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.2 hh

ChristainAnimalLover wrote:

Name of SA -
Skaro
Gender -
Male
Personality -
Ditzy, slow to understand things, funny, short attention span, good tracker when he can focus
History -
Skaro was lonely as a pup, even his parents wanted little to do with him, hence his lack of "education"
He made it though, and now his ditzyness keeps him safe, as others just see him a loving goofball
Likes/Dislikes -

• Apples
• Playing
• Circles

• Rain
• Long, complicated words
• Teasing

Other -
I love his two-tone eyes <3

Sk-Skaro? As in the Dalek homeworld? *shudders*

Username: Eleya
Show name: Dreaming Of Hot Chocolate
Name: Cocoa
Gender: Stallion

Eleya wrote:Username: Eleya
Show name: Dreaming Of Hot Chocolate
Name: Cocoa
Gender: Stallion

congrats

Thanks a lot :3

He looks perfect so far <3
In my opinion nothing needs changing but as always feel free to edit if your not happy with it c:

What a lovely warface custom <333 I've made a few horses based on her ;3 Looks fabulous Resa! Dragon you are lucky! <3

Finally decided on a name c:

Show Name: Called To Aid
Barn Name: Odahviing

screeches ;o;
thank you so much, ahh she's so gorgeous <33

name ;; kiera (key-air-rah)
gender ;; mare

the first encounter

--->It was morning, and I was heading off to the chrysaoras orphan rescue. Earlier in the week, a friend of mine had told me about the place–as she knew that I had been wanting a foal for a long time. As she predicted, I was so excited that I immediately set my mind on finding more information on the event and adoptions. I do admit that I may have gotten a little carried away with the whole idea, but here I am now, walking towards the one place that may be able to grant my wish of finding the perfect chrysaora that I could call mine.

--->I flipped through the documents that I had prepared and brought along with me, reading it over and over, hoping that I had filled everything out correctly. As I neared the place, I noticed a large crowd of people piling along the entrance of the rescue, many on their tip-toes, trying to get a good glance at the stalls. I soon got close enough to hear the excitement in the voices, and could feel my own starting to build up. I walked over to one of the front desks and gave the person behind the glass the documents.

--->"Hello! I'm Bright, and I hope to rescue a chrysaora today!" I said. They stared at me for a moment, then gave me nothing more than a nod. They then gave someone the documents and had them escort me to a long line of stalls. There were at least a dozen doors, maybe even more!

--->"Over here Ms.," the woman said as she led me to a far stall. She lifted an arm and gestured towards the door, smiling. "Here we are. I hope she suits you, and if not, we can always try to find another."

--->There was a small tag on the door that simply said:


naмe ;; --
ғιlly

--->Overly excited, I peeked over the stall and set my eyes on a semi-translucent egg with a gorgeous chrysaora foal squirming inside. As far as I could tell, the chrysaora had a grey tobiano coat and an electric purple mane and tail. I couldn't help but immediately fall in love. "Ah! She's so gorgeous and perfect!" I managed to let out before I noticed that the filly was hatching out of it's egg.

--->Within seconds, the chrysaora was out and rolling about in the stall, attempting to stand on four, wobbling legs. I turned, "May I?" I asked, pointing at the lock on the stall door. The women nodded and I stepped forward, unlocking the stall momentarily as I slipped inside and locked it again. I slowly bent down on my knees, until I was at the same eye level as the foal. She stared at me, and I stared at her–and in that very moment, I knew that this chrysaora was the one for me.

gaining trust


"ι-ι'll вe naмιng нer ĸιera!"

- σnє mσnth lαtєr -

--->Kiera and I have been together for around a month now, and this is actually the first time I was able to bring her out into the fields, seeing that she was too young before to do otherwise. She's still a little skittish and stubborn as of now, but I hope that goes away soon. I also made sure to pack a bag of sugar cubes and apples! If I know anything, I know that they're her favorite.

--->We walked along the flowers that were waving in the wind, towards a small forest. It seemed like Kiera always kept her distance from me. Maybe, she's scared? I wondered. After a while, I bent down and plucked a flower from the ground, walking up to Kiera and placing it behind her right ear. "You look beautiful." I said to her, smiling, and she replied with a small, happy neigh. Now, getting closer to the forest, I could feel Kiera's hooves start to drag in the soft grass beneath us. I knew exactly what was happening, so I turned around and laced my fingers in her mane reassuringly.

--->In no time, we were walking down a small dirt path surrounded by large trees. I breathed in a large gulp of the sweet smelling air and surveyed our surroundings. I always loved being around trees. Soon enough, I heard a few rustles coming from a pile of bushes not far from us, but was too lost in thought. Before I could react to whatever it was was, Kiera let out a large, shriek and reared up on her hind legs, almost ready to bolt.

--->"Woh! Woh! Don't worry Kiera! It was probably just a squirrel! There's no need to worry!" I yelled over the noise. I jogged over to the bushes and pried it open, revealing a small creature with a bushy tail eating an acorn, before it scampered off within seconds. "See? It's okay." I said, inching towards Kiera. I reached into my bag and held out an apple. "Here, why don't you have this? It may help–I know you like them!"

--->Reluctantly, Kiera tossed her mane back and trotted towards the apple sitting in my hands. She gratefully grabbed it with her mouth and happily munched on it while I stoked her mane. "Come on Kiera, I think that's enough exploring today. Why don't we go back and rest for a bit?" Her ears perked up the moment I suggested it, so I took it as a yes. Taking her reins, we started to head back, and I couldn't help but notice that Kiera stayed right by my side the whole entire time. A lot closer than before. Maybe she's no longer scared, and has finally trusted me. I thought to myself happily.

Favorite toy;
Rogue's favourite toy would have to be her squeaky carrot plush that she received as a child. Ever since she was a little thing, Rogue has always been obsessed with the Disney movie "Bolt". Not only was it one of her first memories, but one of her favourites. She took on Bolt as her role model and tried her best to act like him-- courageous, witty, strong, and fearless. On top of that, she just wanted to be a hero. Of course, at the time she was lost in her fantasy that becoming a hero would lead to her being rich and famous and well-liked: a common dream for children. Rogue even took effort to memorize Bolt's lines and quotes, and tried to use them in real situations, although the effectiveness wasn't as great, for she didn't understand them entirely.

As hard as she tried, Rogue didn't ever match her expectations. That didn't disappoint her, though, as she knew that even though she was rather aloof, clumsy, and a little bit chubby, she could still be the hero she wanted to be. If anything, she didn't even know the feeling of embarrassment until one day in grade school. Rogue doesn't speak of it much, but on that one day, she slipped up and fell during an impression of Bolt, which caused many of her classmates to laugh and tease her, although they didn't mean harm. It was the first time for her, to receive such attention, that she cried, wanting to go to a different school. Even though her classmates truly didn't mean harm-- they found it funny and clever-- Rogue didn't see it that way. As an attempt to cheer her up, her parents gave her a carrot squeaky toy, just like Bolt's in the movie. It worked, too.

From then on, Rogue made a promise to her new "Mr. Carrot" to never give up and to be the best she can be. There has been some moments where that promise wavered a bit, but since that moment, Rogue has tried her best to stay true to her word. Now, she may still be clumsy and silly, but she maintains her desire to become a hero-- but not for the glory this time, but to give others hope and faith to stay true to themselves.

(general personality: tries to be tough, cool girl, but is casual and sweet if you're close to her, very tomboyish, acts a lot like Bolt when she can, trips a lot and is very clumsy, low self-confidence internally, tries to think positive)

xxxxx"Okay, I'm gonna let you in on a secret here. I have a small trapdoor in my wall. It's about a foot off the ground, which makes it hard to conceal. But I manage."

*gestures to a black and white wall-papered bedroom, quite roomy, but very unorganized*

xxxxx"While I was refurnishing everything, I decided to see if I could sell the olive antique chair that had been in the room when I bought it."

*tilts head thoughtfully*

xxxxx"I went to pick it up. Well, I tried too. It was so heavy, you would've thought it was nailed down."

*eyes flutter dramatically and hands do a dainty shrug*

xxxxx"I bent down to check if it really was held there... It wasn't. With a shove, it budged. And then I saw it. A TINY wooden lever, a few inches from my nose, smelling of musky pine and faintly of what you would smell when you walk across a bride with dead water underneath it. I did so like that familiar aging scent."

*smiles profoundly*

"It was old and brittle and it appeared to be rotting and I hoped it wouldn't break. But who could blame me for what I did next? And that was yank. I yanked on it hard as I could, mustering all the strength I had. And then suddenly! A small portion of the wall, right underneath the lever itself, fell open."

*raises eyebrows*

"Now I was shocked."

*raises index finger curtly*

"Very shocked, for there was something in it. A large, dented tin box, about this wide."

*hands draw a large square.*

"I removed the box, and just like the chair, it was terribly heavy. Cobwebs stuck to its rims like a bear with a jar of honey and dust swirled all around. When I proceeded to lift the lid up, it made the sound that aluminum would make if you slapped your hand against it. Clang, clang, clang!"

*eyes widen to dramatize the story*

"What did you say? Get to the point? Well, if you want to hear about my toy, you're going to hafta be more patient than that. It is never the destination but the journey that is most riveting... What? Don't patronize me! When I'm telling a story it's just common courtesy to speak as if I were Edgar Allan Poe, idiot."

*narrows eye and lifts a single eyebrow*

"So clang clang and uh.. oh yes! I removed the lid and a big woosh of old, musty air escaped. I choked for a second but then returned my gaze to the open box. There was nothing in it but paper envelopes, and more. I untied the bundle of letters and picked one up that was sitting at the top of the pile. And guess how old it was?"

*purses lips*

"Two hundred and fifty years old give or take a little. The penmanship looked scrawled and was horribly messy, so I naturally assumed it was the writing of a child."

*looks around room*

"I won't read them to you, but through her letters, I understood who she was. Her personality, her queer way of speech, how she dotted her eyes with a long mark instead of a sharp dot, how she fancied pecans, but never berries. As I read her letters, her life became a little clearer for me. Interestingly enough, it was not all letters. Charlotte presented her with a handmade game, a game of Egypt. Mancala."

*smiles*

"A game of mancala, a game that has taught me, you may have a dozen, but when you separate it from its friends, it's only as beneficial as one. I don't favorite it because it is enjoyable, or because the set was well-crafted. I favorite it because, because of it, I know Charlotte a little better. It's weird having this connection to a deceased person I've never met, and even odder being said person's best friend. Whenever I am feeling upset or disturbed, I take the set, find my store-bought marbles and pretend to converse with Charlotte and we play, because, to be honest, I'm not the best at making friends. And it's a lot better than a living person. I know I didn't speak much about the toy itself, to me it's only an object, an object that's brought me closer to a person. So maybe I'm not as passionate about the game as I am its goal. It is never the destination but the journey that is most riveting."

Aaah congrats! :3

omg this girl is so beautiful

oh gosh it's adorable ahh congrats guys!<3333

So gorgeous <3

Show Name; Lights out!
Barn Name; Nox
Height; 13.2 hh

This girl is now available for adoption. <3

Username: saintbernard
Name: Juliet (Like Romeo and Juliet. I randomly thought of that)
Gender: Female
What's her favorite sound? Juliet LOVES to hear waves from the ocean. She always carries a conch shell, big enough so she can hear the sound, If there is no ocean around. I like the sound too because I live next to it!

ᵘˢᵉʳᶰᵃᵐᵉ: GallopingHowl
ᶰᵃᵐᵉ: Lyall
ᵍᵉᶰᵈᵉʳ: Female
ʷʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ʰᵉʳ ᶠᵃᵛᵒʳᶤᵗᵉ ˢᵒᵘᶰᵈ? Lyall's favorite sound is the wind rustling across the field of flowers. It may seem weird, maybe even silent, to most, but Lyall quickly sits down and craned her ears forward to listen to the wind dancing through the stall stalks and bright petals and it blows the sweet-smelling and brightly colored flowers across her fur.

Username:
Groenii

Name:
Rory (Irish/Scottish for Red King (after his fur colour)
Gender:
male

Eye Color:
Blue

Sclera Color:
white

What they name your parra:
Poppy (after a flower that stands for 'remembrance' and 'peace' although he named her Poppy because he once heard of a clown named Poppy. He calls her as such because she works in a circus.)

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Name:
Gender:
Eye Color:
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Name Suggestions: Deborah Foglio, Memoir, Icevis, <3
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Username: she wolf warrior

Name: Colton

Gender: male

Eye Color: #00bf40 maybe? This sort of green.

Sclera Color: white

Name Suggestions: Henna, Lamprey, Gazzele, Hera, Acaida, Saura, Cambrie, Saumbelle, Klien, Tiera, or Kylie. idk man I just really think she's cute and good luck to you finding her name <3

Unlimited Extras: wip maybe? might pop in with some more name suggestions later ;v;

ressssssssss waaah

Owner: kiwilady
Name: Sédition (Seh-Dia-shon) or Dia for short
Show Name: The French Rebellion
Gender: Mare
Age: 6
Height: 15.1hh
Breed: Mustang
Coat: Bay Roan Dun
Genes: Ee, Aa, Dd, RnRn

Owner: WhoaDazzle
Name: Tiki
Show Name: Society Girl
Gender: Mare
Age: 13
Height:14.3 hh
Breed: Mustang
Coat: Bay Roan Dun
Genes: Ee, Aa, Dd, RnRn

Owner: ChristainAnimalLover
Name: Indura
Show Name: My Middle Name's Misery
Gender: Mare
Age: 5 years
Height: 15.0 hh
Breed: Mustang
Coat: Bay Roan Dun
Genes: Ee, Aa, Dd, RnRn

jewel need to be tandard please!