[nmrn]

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Username: nmrn
Show name: VB Guivres Dragoon II
Barn name: Majus
Phenotype: Rose Grey Tobiano w/ Cat Tracks
Genotype: ee/GG/TT
Eye colour: Brown
Height: 16.1hh
Prompt: Majus would gaze into the Dragon's maw enamoured by routine, foalhood enjoyed beside territories of Snapdragons in her homeland of France. Amidst the winding hills of the duchy of Laurent- home to the Duc de Laurent and his extended family from 1745 henceforth- she was inherently used to sharing her home and herd betwixt themselves and the Duke's many grey Coursers whom belonged just beyond the woods the horses shared.

A rocky and drudging area just North of the territory was where she learned to find the Snapdragons with exploration and age firstly. It was a particularly hibernal winter in which she sought them at seven months old, uneasy limbs galloping after her mother with much inelegance when the herd ventured North for better resources. The sight of a many such flowers intrigued Majus when she first met into the dead eyes of the plants, frightening at firstly what she anticipated to be bone rather than that of such natural beauty when they came to blossom in the Spring time.
Only thrice has Majus observed them in their ivory truth, but each memory of it has lingered longer than the last: she savours them in life and marvels upon their hue and life, excited by the currents of gold that sit upon the petals like molten crowns when they live- oh, their crowns. Such is deserved for her hardy little friends, Majus admires, and she descends her nose upon them. With a soft sweep she lifts her lip, nudging the Dragons into a gentle sway so to allow them a share of her affection in a raw state. In her time with the flowers, she observed from them the lines of hope that were laid strewn between esse and grief, and by their side would grow into a sturdy and confident creature inspired much by this little white flora: Majus felt in herself that by the tempo of her hooves she would be able to divide the Atlantic ocean, if to meet her inanimate friends on the other side with equally great vigor. Inanimate friends whom had stood with her through so many times thus far even through the sporadic hardships of her own herd; through the flowers' own miraculous demises under the harsh snows, and look on- fascinated- to protect and persevere by, Majus grew to do responsibly.

Turning a boisterous 5 years old in the summer, the Duke of Laurent finally peered to her unique coating while out hunting, and soon would have the mare for his yard of hunt and jumping horses. Her identity in its entirety for show and informality was earned in a typical and topical fashion, the Duke deciding for himself that the mare was to be named after France's symbolism of the plant's namesake (for he knew for himself from botany the ways of Snapdragon flowers).

[Romba]

Username: Romba
Show name: Endless Summer
Barn name: Summer
Phenotype: Rose Grey Tobiano w/ Cat Tracks
Genotype: ee/GG/TT
Eye colour: Brown
Height: 15hh
Prompt: Summers favorite flower is a sunflower. She loves the bright vibrant yellow color on the soft petals. She loves the smell and loves the vision of golden fields of sunflowers under a rich blue sky.

[GimmeMalks]

Username: GimmeMalks
Show name: In The Garden
Barn name: Moonflower
Phenotype: Rose Grey Tobiano w/ Cat Tracks
Genotype: ee/GG/TT
Eye colour: Brown
Height: 16hh
Prompt: Moonflower is in love with Baby Face Orchids. While they creep out most people and horses, this mare loves the way they look. I bet you already feel those blank "eyes" staring deep into your soul, huh? Even though it is odd, she likes that feeling. Hovewer, she does not see those flowers everyday as they're really rare.

[Kassypen]

Username: Kassypen
Show name: SS The Witching Hour
Barn name: Evelyn
Phenotype: Rose Grey Tobiano w/ Cat Tracks
Genotype: ee/GG/TT
Eye colour: Brown
Height: 14.3hh
Prompt:

The garden was dark. Overhead was a night sky lacking in stars. Layers of eerie fog drifted through the air, making it hard to see. The flowers, trees, and bushes seemed to circle around a pool of water in the center. Its water seemed opaque. A black, murky mass that rippled slowly as small waves crashed against the dirt edges. The moon reflected on the surface, seemingly the only source of light in the garden.

Suddenly, a white form seemed to glide into the estate. The old, rotting gate swung open to let them in, but there was no wind and nothing had touched it. As the shape’s edges turned to lines and the figure took shape, it was like the garden exploded. Every tree grew a new set of blooms as the old ones died and fell to the ground. The dark purple calla lilies that flocked the estate grew quickly in number, seemingly covering the entire floor. They twisted and unfurled with joyous delight, as if they had been waiting to perform for this creature their entire lives.

A twinkling chuckle carried across the garden as the show continued, “You’ve been practicing my darlings.” As a flowing mane appeared and floated around the misty mare she paused, smiling lightly as her tail did the same. She was beautiful. Her coat was a shimmery gray with crystalline, white tobiano markings. The outline of flowers not from this world seemed to grow from her side. Her eyes were a warm brown, exotic looking from her rare eyeliner marking. They were calculating, always looking around, but everything else about her was gentle.

She walked forwards, her legs forming as well. As she stepped she crushed her beloved flowers for only a mere instant, for once she picked up her hoof again they immediately grew back to their previous state. The plants around bent towards her as she walked. They would touch her if they could, turning a deeper shade of dark purple, almost like they were blushing.

The garden seemed to sing with magic, it was easy to feel. The soft breeze felt more like a lover’s kiss then an angry tug. If you peered closely enough at the pool of water in the center, you could just barely see white koi fish swimming under the surface. They looked like stars.

“My lovelies,” The mare spoke to her flowers, “I’m home.”

[.Foxtrot.]

Username: Kassypen
Show name: SS The Witching Hour
Barn name: Evelyn
Phenotype: Rose Grey Tobiano w/ Cat Tracks
Genotype: ee/GG/TT
Eye colour: Brown
Height: 14.3hh
Prompt:

The garden was dark. Overhead was a night sky lacking in stars. Layers of eerie fog drifted through the air, making it hard to see. The flowers, trees, and bushes seemed to circle around a pool of water in the center. Its water seemed opaque. A black, murky mass that rippled slowly as small waves crashed against the dirt edges. The moon reflected on the surface, seemingly the only source of light in the garden.

Suddenly, a white form seemed to glide into the estate. The old, rotting gate swung open to let them in, but there was no wind and nothing had touched it. As the shape’s edges turned to lines and the figure took shape, it was like the garden exploded. Every tree grew a new set of blooms as the old ones died and fell to the ground. The dark purple calla lilies that flocked the estate grew quickly in number, seemingly covering the entire floor. They twisted and unfurled with joyous delight, as if they had been waiting to perform for this creature their entire lives.

A twinkling chuckle carried across the garden as the show continued, “You’ve been practicing my darlings.” As a flowing mane appeared and floated around the misty mare she paused, smiling lightly as her tail did the same. She was beautiful. Her coat was a shimmery gray with crystalline, white tobiano markings. The outline of flowers not from this world seemed to grow from her side. Her eyes were a warm brown, exotic looking from her rare eyeliner marking. They were calculating, always looking around, but everything else about her was gentle.

She walked forwards, her legs forming as well. As she stepped she crushed her beloved flowers for only a mere instant, for once she picked up her hoof again they immediately grew back to their previous state. The plants around bent towards her as she walked. They would touch her if they could, turning a deeper shade of dark purple, almost like they were blushing.

The garden seemed to sing with magic, it was easy to feel. The soft breeze felt more like a lover’s kiss then an angry tug. If you peered closely enough at the pool of water in the center, you could just barely see white koi fish swimming under the surface. They looked like stars.

“My lovelies,” The mare spoke to her flowers, “I’m home.”

Congrats to Kassypen on wining Evelyn c: I absolutely adored the story.
I also really liked nmrn’s story, so I’d also like to offer you a runner up.

[Kassypen]

Thank you so much!! I love this girl <3

[acronymm]

Congrats Cassy and for the RU nmrn! ❤️❤️

[FireWolf52]

Congrats guys! (I might have to ask for a slot on this girl lol she really is amazingly beautiful!)

[nmrn]

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Congrats Kassypen, that writing is absolutely gorgeous omg.

Thank you so much as well, it's an honour and I really greatly appreciate it

[Kassypen]

This girl’s name is being changed to “SH The Witching Hour” due to a barn name change. Thanks so much!