[all patched up]

Cool.^^ Monday it is.

[Potato.]

Owner: resolution
Show Name: Missed a Spot
Barn Name: Mister
Gender: Stallion
Breed: Spotted Draft Horse
Colouration: Blood Bay Tovero
Story: You walk down an aisle of stalls, various colors, shapes in sizes of horses in each one, your eyes flitting from each side at the equines laying down, nickering, and munching on hay. You finally stop at the end of the aisle, at a dimly lit stall that held a magnificent tovero stallion, feathered legs tucked neatly underneath of him, and he even just only lifts his head to look at you, his blue eyes shining with confidence and patience. Suddenly, a voice sounds behind you, and you turn around to see a small thin girl, her hair tied back in show ribbons, and even a buttoned up show coat on;
"You like that horse, right? He was my horse, but I just wish I could have that last ride one more time,"
Your face twists into a muddle of confusion. How a girl this small would look on such a huge stallion was almost unimaginable, especially with her thin demeanor. You turn back around to take a glance at the blood bay draft, but when you go to speak to the girl again, she's gone, and there's no sight of her running down the aisle or hiding in the straw. Slightly bewildered, you look back at the horse, and a whirlwind of memories take over your mind. A smaller horse, almost an exact replica of the one in front of you galloped seamlessly in huge bounding leaps with a small girl with braids sticking solidly to his bare back, small muddy hands clutching his mane. There was fire all behind him, whipping around in uncontrollable waves. Though, despite the drastic situations, the stallion still ran, faster, faster until all that was left was a dry field of corn around the two, the wild fire now nothing more than a mere puff of smoke around them. But still you could tell something was not right, not right at all. As the rich bay stallion lay down, you can't help but notice the girl had slid off his back, motionless now, laying still with her eyes shut. He placed his muzzle on top of her chest, then let out a long, loud neigh, the kind that signified that it was over now. Then everything faded and went black, but a few words echo in your head:

I just wish I could have that last ride one more time...

Congrats. Such detail in your story. x3

Also for runner up because I had a hard time choosing would be Ismene because your story made me laugh. You get a free custom. ^^ Already sorted it out with patched c:

[resolution]

Thank you so much!

[henley]

amg thank you so <3