[the legend leg]

lol nope, but goodluck to everyone ♥ just a gorgeous boy

[Nikki6Ashba]

I will close and judge this when I get home from work later tonight(so there are about 13 hours left to anyone who wonts to enter/change anything in their form)

[Lavellan]

I had this entry all written out but my browser bugged out and crashed - I really apologize if this seems rushed.
Disclaimer: I am not an artist, but hey, I tried! All art is linked for size.


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𝒯𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎 𝒜 𝒯𝓇𝑜𝓅𝒽𝓎

Username: Laurara
Show Name: Truly A Trophy
Barn Name: Eyvind



Stage One: The Foal
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"Welp." Came the rough voice, a calloused hand raising to adjust a hat back to its proper place. "You wanted something special. And here he is."
Loud, echoing footsteps moving away from the stall were the first thing the foal became aware of, large green eyes blinking rapidly from the all-too-bright world around him. As things came into focus, the unusually coloured colt raised his head, spotting a number of pinkishs thing looking over the stall door... right at him!
The youngster's skin prickled with that inbuilt prey sense as he eyes this creature, watching him with dreamy expressions and smiles on their faces. So focused on the human was he that when a soft, gentle touch met his damp pelt, he jumped in his skin, turning to spot the muzzle of whoever it was. His little nostrils flared as he watched them clean him, and then, a new but familiar scent filled his senses - oh, this was mother! With a sigh, the colt relaxed down into the soft bedding, allowing himself to be cleaned and marveled at by the humans.
This was nice!

Suddenly, a sharp sensation rolled through his belly, and, for the first time in his life, the colt felt pain. With a flash of panic, the colt rolled onto his belly, curiously peering at his own flank. What was that? Was he about to die?! -
A short grumble rolled up the colt's throat as his mother pushed him with her nose. It didn't hurt, nor did it affect him much, but he didn't much appreciate being pushed around. Turning to look at her, confusion on his features, his ears flicked back as she pushed him again, this time unbalancing him and making him throw his front legs out before him.
The mare looked at him expectantly - this was not her first foal, and from her experience, most took it from here themselves... But as the colt just eyed the humans once more, she lowered her head and pushed his rump - hard. The still unnamed colt teetered forward, legs splaying beneath him. The humans laughed, earning a first attempt at a dirty look from the young one, but with another push, he caught himself, holding himself on his feet.
Multicoloured ears shot forward as the colt looked down to his dainty hooves, which were holding him up. A little cheer erupted from the door of the stall, spooking the colt. In his attempt to scramble away, he stumbled, seeming to be nothing but long legs as he fumbled to the sides and then landed on the soft bedding with a huff. The humans laughed once again, and, this time determined, the colt hoisted himself to his feet once again, looking indignantly to the humans.
That pain rumbled through his belly once more, causing the foal to pause, looking curiously around. What did he need?! Why was this happening?! From the side of the stall, the mare watched him, and, as those narrowed green eyes met hers, the mother knew that he had no idea what to do. Sighing, she nudged him again, earning a high, hoarse squeal from the colt, who already hated being pushed around. But, as his mother attempted to move him, his nose caught a scent, and he realized that she was the answer to her problem! Moving to suckle, the foal's pale tail wagged furiously as he filled his belly.
His mother lowered her head slowly, a sigh escaping her muzzle.
This one was going to be hard work.



Stage Two: The Teenager
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"Hey!" The human called out, voice bellowing out to all who would hear, "Somebody stop that colt!"
Hoofbeats skittered against the concrete floor of the barn as Eyvind made his escape... again. So, each other time he tried to escape, he'd been caught, but not this time, no sirree. He was going to be free this time. He was older than all those other attempts, he was wiser. He'd be successful.
Still-small hooves skittering against the concrete, slipping on a particularly wet spot in the aisle, the colt kept moving. He had to keep moving, or they'd catch him! Kicking up his heels in case anyone was too close behind him, he made a mad dash for the exit. Bursting from the cool interior of the barn into the sunshine of the outside world, the colt's ears shot forward, nostrils flaring. He was doing it, he was free! Sure, he still had his halter on, and the leadrope flicked against his shoulder with each stride, but he'd deal with that when he was far enough away.
Long legs stumbled and skittered as the flooring changed from smooth to uneven, he pushed with his hind legs, trying to keep momentum. When he was a number of strides from the barn, he began to grow excited. Where would he go?! If he jumped a fence into the pastures, he might find some other youngsters to join his adventures, but he might also be hindered by the height of the fence. If he doubled back, he could escape up the hill, over the mountain, but he'd be moving straight back into their hands. So, with a determined snort, he decided to keep going, down the drive and through the gate to freedom!
Powering away, he had just reached the gate when a disapproving whinny caused him to slide to a stop, rump hitting the dirt below him. Oh, right... He had forgotten about mother... Perhaps she wanted to come with him!
Turning hopefully, those pricked ears folded back against his skull sheepishly as he caught his mother's expression, and knew he was in for a scolding. Short but growing tail flicking awkwardly, the colt lowered his head, trudging back towards his mother, who didn't move, simply watching. As he got within reach, she pinned her ears, clamping her teeth shut in a sharp nip to his rump, but he kept his head down, moving slowly back to exactly where the humans left him.
When he planned his next escape, he'd have to get mother on board.



Stage Three: The Adult
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A nervous squeal caught the stallion's attention, multicoloured ears pricking as his muzzle was raised from the feed bucket. Peering out of his stall door, he spotted a leggy bay filly skittering down the aisle towards his stall, obviously spooked by something so bad that she left her mother's side. With a soft nicker to catch her attention, the stallion exited his stall through the wide open door, cutting her off from the barn doors. She skidded to a halt, eyes wide with fear, but a soft huff and a touch of her shoulder calmed her down, and the filly turned away from Eyvind to return to her mother. The mother, who was tied for grooming, huffed a breath of thanks, and the stallion nickered softly before returning to his stall.
In the years it took for him to mature, he had learned that being outside the barn was not safe. As a yearling, his passion for freedom actually saw the light, and he successfully escaped his pasture and ran off into the night. It took him three days to realize that being alone in the wilderness was not anything to long for. It took him a further four days to find his way home, fur sweaty and matted, body dehydrated and belly empty. The humans were more than delighted to have him back, and, as the years passed, they noticed his wanderlust had disappeared, and slowly began to trust him, now at the point where they could leave his stall door open and know he'd still be there when they checked.
So, no, being wild was no longer his goal.
Lowering himself to the soft bedding with a soft groan, the stallion sighed lightly.
He really had a great life. Too awkward in his movements for dressage, and too heavy for any form of jumping, the stallion soon found that he could draw gasps from the humans by simply drawing himself up and standing proudly. While he had gained a sensible head on his shoulders as he matured, he was not above showing off, and still loved to pick up a fancy trot in the show ring for an audience.
And, while his confidence grew and a sensible head began to form on his broad shoulders, breeders became interested in him. A stallion with a Chimeric coat and a great personality?! They'd pay anything for a foal from him. So, countless Rajarshi Draft mares were introduced to him, and some other breeds as well.
And, each time they were introduced, the stallion would greet the mare, groom her thoroughly and gently, and then spend the rest of their time together at a respectable distance. It didn't matter to him how flirty the mare was, or how pretty or charming - he refused to work as a stud, much to the dismay of those humans with the dollar signs in their eyes.
It was an issue that the stallion had pondered many times. He knew how stallions were - there were plenty in their home barn that he had interacted with - but he wasn't interested in mares like that. After much soul searching, the stallion finally realized that he was interested in mares, but he'd rather have one mare as a companion forever than many for a fleeting moment.
Perhaps he's just a hopeless romantic.
Shutting his eyes, ready for a mid-afternoon nap, the stallion found himself smiling lightly.
All of his coltish dreams had turned out to be horrible. Freedom was dangerous, there were too many things out there that were fatal to a horse. He no longer wanted a large herd of mares like his younger self might have. And yet, despite living what some might perceive as a boring life...
He was truly happy.

Best of luck everyone!

[Nikki6Ashba]

The RNG gods have spoken ! and Zobmie this boyo is now yours ! But since there were four very good forms I will be giving out consultation prizes ^^

Laurara- You get a RU Raj, I will try to make sure he gets done before this weekend ^^
birch.- You get 5,000 Kion
Honeymoo- You get 3,000 Kion

[Kruxly]

Congrats Zombie! Tbh i thought i was gonna pull out after seeing the forms submitted (they were incredible!) but something told me to keep going, glad i did now, thanks Nikki for the Kion, it will be put to good use!

[Lavellan]

Aaah, congrats Zombie! ^.^
birch and Honey, your forms were amazing too! <3

Thank you so much for the RU, Nikki! That's too kind! <3

[Zombiehund]

Ui, I'm so happy ^^
He is such a Beauty :3
I'm also happy that everyone else got something for theire work
All the form turned out so great
One little question though befor I forget it: Might I keep some of the art done by you guys? I would only put them on his stable page and of course Credit you ^^

[Lavellan]

@Zombie - if you want it, you're more than welcome to link mine on his page! C:

[Kruxly]

lol if you want it, dont know how you're gonna explain away the Grim part though xD