[sprig]

Had to release it early, I just couldn't resist.... ;O;

[Spiritstar3]

XD Hes gorgeous!

[TheFabulousHorse]

Amazing work on him!! *grabby hands*

[Spiritstar3]

Am I allowed to ask for a reserve on a breeding slot of his? (like, a slot trade or something) just in case I don't win?

[hiraeth + hound]

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Username: infallible.

Name: Demetri

(Show Name: Striving For Nirvana)

Gender: Stallion

Personality:
Determined | Strong | Spirited |
Caring | Polite | Tough | Daring |
Friendly | Leading | Courageous |
Smart | Gentle | Unstoppable |

What does Christmas mean to you?
Christmas to me means a time to spread joy to anyone who might need it.
While I'm not religious, I do enjoy making everyone excited and happy for the
holidays. It warms my heart knowing people are happy for the season.
What is your favorite thing about Christmas?
My favorite thing about Christmas other than making people gifts and
making them smile would have to be the decorating. I'll admit,
I'm obsessed with decorating for the holidays.I make everything I can myself,
from cooking to making the wreath and decorating the tree and gingerbread
house. The over all warm smell of Christmas makes me almost excited,
and not to mention at night all your hard work glows beautifully.

[Freedom!]

Username: Freedom!
Name: Naughty List / Coal
Gender: Stallion
Personality: Naughty List, or better known as Coal for what you get if your on the naughty list, is a very bold stallion. If anything ever goes missing his stall is always the first to be checked, if a fence is broken you are sure to find it is him who has broken free, and if the Christmas lights have vanished? Well you can be sure it is him who has gotten tangled in them to start with.
What does Christmas mean to Coal?: To Coal, Christmas means a chance to steal even more hats off of peoples heads! Everyone is wearing their santa hats and those white fluffy things on the end just make them all the easier to get ahold of! As if stealing hats isn't good enough there is also plenty of biscuits being shared around, or wrapping paper for him to pull at and get undone.
What is Coal's favourite thing about Christmas?: Coal's favourite thing about Christmas is that he is able to get away with more. When he pulls someones scarf off they only laugh, if he tries to steal a biscuit they often give in and give it to him. With everyone else being in such a good mood his favourite part is taking advantage of it to get himself a few more souvenirs.

What does Christmas mean to you?: To me, Christmas is a time when everything is put behind you even if it is just for one day, it gives everyone an excuse to make up for broken friendships and overall, It allows everyone to get together without the worry of anything bad being brought up.

What is your favourite thing about Christmas?: My favourite thing about Christmas is on morning Christmas whenever my family all meet up to give each other the presents, I love seeing them all so happy with what they have received, but my ultimate favourite part of that time is the animals. I absolutely love watching my dogs rip open their wrapping paper to see what is inside, especially when they get so happy with the presents inside and immediately want to play with it.

[summer.]

- what I go by.
hello, I'm summer. but you know that cX

- this one's name?
this beautiful girl is named "under the mistletoe" but everyone calls her missy for short.
{{edit; I just realized someone else chose the same name, which sucks, but I like it so I'm not changing it e-e}}

- what's this tolter's gender?
this gorgeous gal is clearly a mare!





- what the significance of Christmas is to me.
so, to me, Christmas is about getting to be with your family. my family means the world to me, they're all I have, so when Christmas rolls around we get to go back down to my family in Memphis and spend time with them, then go see my grandmother in Aspen. It's about reflecting on the good times you have shared, remembering your best times, and bonding with the ones you love the most. I know this seems like some lame cheesy speech or something, but that's how I see it. it's not really about the presents, even though most kids appreciate them, but it's about visiting your childhood, going back to when things were less hard and you could just be happy and have fun. honestly, my view is that Christmas is about family. it symbolizes life and home, and that's how I see it.

- what my favorite thing about Christmas is.
my favorite thing about Christmas has to be seeing my grandmother every year. we would always go down to her house up in the mountains, it was this huge homey cabin that just made me feel so secure. we would get there and she'd bring us inside, somehow she always had these fresh baked Christmas cookies made, small chocolate and vanilla cookies with sugar, it was some French recipe she had learned as a kid. we'd practically inhale all the cookies and then she'd sit there telling us stories of when she was a kid and what she had done in the orphanage (she was an orphan with her three sisters). we'd listen to the stories of the orphanage dog, Rusty, and stories of what they did for Christmas. she always makes these huge dinners, like a Christmas form of Thanksgiving. I don't know how she had pulled it all off, but to me it was one of my best memories. we'd spend a whole week there, we even had these huge fires burning in her massive fireplace, and somehow it'd always be snowing those huge snowflakes that would look like it was impossible they could fly around in the air. Christmas eve we'd open one present and afterwards we'd have a family talent show, in which I sing every year, my brother does a magic show, my sister does an extremely entertaining dance, my mother tries to beat box, my father tells ridiculous jokes, and my grandmother plays the piano. we're a very eccentric family. this year I have my boyfriend up here with us and it's so wonderful, a lot of our family from Memphis came up to spend time with us too and it's just this huge Christmas for all of us.



- what Christmas means to missy.
missy believes that Christmas is a perfect occasion to show how much others mean to her. she likes to take fruits or carrots to her ranch mates for Christmas. she thinks it's mainly about friendship, aporeciation, and family. although it doesn't hurt to recieve a present for Christmas too.


- what is missy's favorite thing about Christmas? hmm..
missy's favorite thing about Christmas has to be the snow. she cant get enough of it. it always snows on the ranch during Christmas. she loves to drop into the huge snow drifts and roll around. she kicks her legs into the air and wiggles around, usually not caring if anyone sees her. it's even better to her when the foals join in, although there aren't any foals on the ranch at the time. she also loves all of the winter berries, especially cranberries. her owners always bring her cranberries and other winter berries whenever they can. she's the only horse on the ranch that enjoys them. often times, she'll get a lot of attention, and each horse on the ranch gets a "gift", hers is usually a stylish halter or some delicious oat treats that one of the neighbors gave them. so, essentially, her favorite thing about Christmas is the food and the snow.


- what she's like.
missy is an outspoken lady, she always whinnies and bounds around when she needs something. even though she can be loud, it's only when she really needs something like food, or to get brushed. she can be fairly quiet, especially when she's tired, but who isn't? when it's cold outside, she likes to curl up beside the heater that sits within her stall, she makes herself into a ball as well as she can. she loves to cuddle, it sounds weird since she is a horse, but whenever her owners will sit in the stall with her, she'll lay with them as long as she possibly can. she hates being alone, and she's afraid of the dark. the being alone is because she is extremely social and loves company, never to be ignored or left by herself. if she's left by herself, she'll kick the walls of the stall and whinny until someone comes in to be with her. whenever it's dark in the barn she freaks out, it's usually lit up in the barn, but every now and then a power outage will occur during a storm, in which case she practically has an aneurism attempting to get someone to turn on the lights. it always scares her to be alone or have the lights off. with all this, she acts like a foal, but she's intelligent either way, which is why she's used in dressage competition, she trots around and shows off, and knows exactly what to do with very little training.





- a Christmas short story.
the dark swept over the white sky, grey-blue clouds blanketing the air above. heavy flakes cascaded from the sky, dancing down to the ground. missy shivered, watching the snow begin to accumulate on the ice coated floor. the wind was now chilled, and she could see steam billowing up from her nostrils and into the heavy air. the thick, frost filled sky made it seem like jack frost really was biting at her nose. the other horses on the ranch were tucked safely into their stalls, but she wanted to be outside to watch the blizzard roll in. the snow whipped around into curls all around her. missy flicked her ears, watching the calm before the storm. she was ready for the blizzard to actually happen, though she knew this could take hours. she let out a deep sigh and galloped around, the woods that sat at the edge of the ranch had always interested her but she rarely explored them, she figured she had at least an hour before the blizzard was fully formed. she slowly walked into the woods, the snow flying through the trees, she supposed the trees weren't thick enough to keep the snow from blowing into the woods. missy continued to walk, though the snow continued to fly down from the clouds, the amount of snow increasing by the minute. it seemed the blizzard had hit sooner than she expected. she looked around, disoriented in the white out conditions. she turned around and trotted towards the edge of the woods, Christmas lights beckoning her from the distance. the green and red was bright against the snow. who's house was this and where was she? missy ran toward the cabin, nervous that she was too far from home. great, she was lost on Christmas eve. she walked to the door and whinnied, maybe she'd get someone's attention. she whinnied once again, it was silent inside, what if nobody was home? finally, a light came on from inside. then, a person, that looked almost like a little red marshmallow. it squealed in a high pitched voice, which terrified missy. her ears fell against her head and she nickered, a larger version of the squealing little marshmallow came up, that was good, no more tiny red marshmallows. the person looked missy up and down then it seemed as if a light came on in her head. the person ran back inside, and grabbed some odd metal rectangle and began talking into it. then, the person took missy to the barn behind their house, where many other horses were also homed. the person took her into one of the empty stalls and left her with fresh hay and a blanket over her back. missy curled up on the floor and began to drift off, closing her eyes and eventually, falling asleep. bells began to jingle in the distance, she couldn't tell what it was but it intrigued her. a jolly bellow of a laugh followed the bells, what was this? she had heard of this crazy large man that wore red and gave gifts to children, she thought he was called santa but she could really remember. she stretched her head through the bars of the stall and watched as a man walked around on the person's roof. what was he doing? he seemed to be in and out of the house in seconds, weird. then, he hopped into some odd vehicle, and seemed about to leave though his eyes must have caught sight of the barn. he took the reigns, covered in rows of golden bells, and brought the odd glistening red vehicle back down to the ground in front of the barn. she was astonished by how large and frankly happy this man looked. he went around to each stall, leaving a bow over a cane shaped oat stick, and would whisper a "merry Christmas" to each of the sleeping horses. finally, when he reached missy, he tilted his head, let out a jolly laugh, and went back to his sleigh. missy figured he wouldn't give her anything, but seconds later he came back with two of the beautiful golden bells from the reigns. then, the rosey-cheeked man tied the bells to her halter, and left in a hurry. she had to admit, she was slightly confused, though she set her confusion aside and curled up on the ground again, then once again attempted to fall back asleep, hoping to make sense of this at some point. finally, she had fallen asleep, though she woke up once again, not too long after falling asleep. this time she had heard a thud from the barn door opening, there, her owners were standing in the doorway, she whinnied and reared up, excited to see her owners once again. she nuzzled her owners as they came opened the stall, finally, she'd be home for Christmas with her owners and other tolters. they loaded her up into their trailer and brought her back to the barn, missy knew that in the morning she had to tell all the other tolters of her splendid adventure, though she was too tired to want to now. so, they brought missy into the barn and took her into her stall, the heater was warm and there were treats waiting for her in the trough. she bucked around, ecstatic to be back in her comfy and warm stall, which seemed like it was essentially begging her to fall asleep. she laid down in her warm bedding, and rolled onto her side. merry Christmas, she thought to herself, before dozing off into a deep sleep.




{{I am so so sorry the form isn't too pretty. I put a lot of work into it, and I wish I could've done some art for this flawless gal but my laptop is broken and I won't be getting a tablet until the day after Christmas :c

[SpartanAmethyst]

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тнє ƒιяєρℓα¢є ιѕ вυяηιηg вяιgнт,
ѕнιηιηg αℓℓ ση мє.
ι ѕєє тнє ρяєѕєηтѕ υη∂єяηєαтн
тнє gσσ∂ σℓ∂ ¢няιѕтмαѕ тяєє,
αη∂ ι ωαιт αℓℓ ηιgнт 'тιℓ ѕαηтα ¢σмєѕ
тσ ωαкє мє ƒяσм му ∂яєαмѕ.
σн, ωну?
'¢αυѕє тнαт'ѕ ¢няιѕтмαѕ тσ мє

ι ѕєє тнє ¢нιℓ∂яєη ρℓαу συтѕι∂є,
ℓιкє αηgєℓѕ ιη тнє ѕησω.
ωнιℓє мσм αη∂ ∂α∂∂у
ѕнαяє α кιѕѕ υη∂єя тнє мιѕтℓєтσє;
αη∂ ωє'ℓℓ ¢нєяιѕн αℓℓ тнєѕє
ѕιмρℓє тнιηgѕ ωнєяєνєя ωє мαу вє.
σн, ωну?
'¢αυѕє тнαт'ѕ ¢няιѕтмαѕ тσ мє.

ι'νє gσт тнιѕ ¢няιѕтмαѕ
ѕσηg ιη му нєαят,
ι'νє gσт тнє ¢αη∂ℓєѕ
gℓσωιηg ιη тнє ∂αяк.
ι'м нαηgιηg αℓℓ тнє ѕтσ¢кιηgѕ
ву тнє ¢няιѕтмαѕ тяєє.
σн, ωну?
'¢αυѕє тнαт'ѕ ¢няιѕтмαѕ тσ мє
σн, ωну?
'¢αυѕє тнαт'ѕ ¢няιѕтмαѕ тσ мє

ι ℓιѕтєη ƒσя тнє тнυ∂ σƒ яєιη∂єєя
ωαℓкιηg ση тнє яσσƒ,
αѕ ι ƒαℓℓ αѕℓєєρ тσ ℓυℓℓαвιєѕ,
тнє мσяηιηg'ѕ ¢σмιηg ѕσση;
тнє σηℓу gιƒт ι'ℓℓ єνєя ηєє∂
ιѕ тнє נσу σƒ ƒαмιℓу.
σн, ωну?
'¢αυѕє тнαт'ѕ ¢няιѕтмαѕ тσ мє

ι'νє gσт тнιѕ ¢няιѕтмαѕ
ѕσηg ιη му нєαят,
ι'νє gσт тнє ¢αη∂ℓєѕ
gℓσωιηg ιη тнє ∂αяк.
ι'м нαηgιηg αℓℓ тнє ѕтσ¢кιηgѕ
ву тнє ¢няιѕтмαѕ тяєє;
σн, ωну?
'¢αυѕє тнαт'ѕ ¢няιѕтмαѕ тσ мє;
σн, ωну?
'¢αυѕє тнαт'ѕ ¢няιѕтмαѕ тσ мє.

σн, тнє נσу тнαт ƒιℓℓѕ συя нєαятѕ
αη∂ мαкєѕ υѕ ѕιηg, σн ωну?
'¢αυѕє тнαт'ѕ ¢няιѕтмαѕ тσ мє

ι'νє gσт тнιѕ ¢няιѕтмαѕ
ѕσηg ιη му нєαят,
ι'νє gσт тнє ¢αη∂ℓєѕ
gℓσωιηg ιη тнє ∂αяк.
αη∂ тнєη ƒσя уєαяѕ тσ ¢σмє
ωє'ℓℓ αℓωαуѕ кησω σηє тнιηg:
тнαт'ѕ тнє ℓσνє тнαт ¢няιѕтмαѕ ¢αη вяιηg
σн, ωну? '¢αυѕє тнαт'ѕ ¢няιѕтмαѕ тσ мє.
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υѕєяηαмє:
SpartanAmethyst
Tolter lover, holder, and show master extraordinaire.

ηαмє:
Show Name:
SATO Hearthfire

Barn Name:
"Coal"

gєη∂єя:
Stallion
(Though I'm not sure he's made it passed "colt" yet.)

ωнαт ∂σєѕ cняιѕтмαѕ мєαη тσ уσυ?
For me, Christmas has been the one time of year when my mother and I are at our closest; we've always been close and get along well, but once Thanksgiving passes it seems like we're suddenly on the exact same wavelength. Both of our moods seem to soar, and we forget about the hardships we've faced. Christmas is our time to bond and do things together, whereas the rest of the year we seem to live very different lives even though we still live together happily.
To me, it's a time to put differences aside and come together with friends and family; forget past fights and discrepancies, and just celebrate being together. I have two holidays at this time of year, the Blessed Solstice and Christmas itself; of course the Solstice I celebrate privately, being the only Wiccan in my entire family, but despite the difference in beliefs I still love to come together with all of my extended family and celebrate Christ's birth; it's the only time of year I'll attend church, to see the caroling and performances put on by the congregation. It's always been a time of happiness and unity to me, even if family sometimes makes it difficult.

ωнαт ιѕ уσυя ƒανσяιтє тнιηg αвσυт cняιѕтмαѕ?
While the presents are always fun, as I've grown older I've grown to adore
Christmas more for the parties and get-togethers, seeing family and old friends as well as making new ones. I love attending parties and helping out, especially when I'm the one hosting said gatherings. I always have my best times when I'm with the ones I love, singing and playing games and driving around gazing at Christmas lights, before coming home to watch others open their gifts. I'm always awkward opening mine, but I love seeing everyone else open theirs, especially my two younger cousins. It reminds me of when I was that young, and Christmas held so much magic and mystery. It still does, in a way, but the magic you feel as an adult is very, very different from when you're a kid anxiously awaiting your parents to wake up Christmas morning so you can see what Santa brought.

ωнαт ∂σєѕ cняιѕтмαѕ мєαη тσ cσαℓ?
To Coal, Christmas means snow and fun and romping around with his precious Mia. It means time for friends and family to gather and celebrate and sing. Oh does he love to sing, and it would be beautiful, if only it wasn't the same note repeated constantly! Christmas is the one time of year that everyone seems to relax, and he too puts his pranks to rest and just focuses on being with everyone else.
Oh, but on a more selfish scale, Christmas means mouthwatering treats: Caramel and oat covered carrot discs, Amethyst's famous iced cinnamon apple horse biscuits, the warm mash they're served on the coldest nights; oh how it makes his mouth water just thinking about it...

ωнαт ιѕ cσαℓ'ѕ ƒανσяιтє тнιηg αвσυт cняιѕтмαѕ?
Coal's most favorite thing about Christmas? Being with his Mia. Of course she's bundled up tight to keep her from getting sick, but he loves to gallop around the pasture, bucking and whinnying and making her laugh. He loves the cold and the crispness of the morning air, and the soft fluffiness of the fresh-fallen snow. More than that, though, he loves Christmas trees and lights; a smart little colt, he loves to help Amethyst, Raziel, and the rest of the staff decorate the stables in preparation for the coming holiday. Coal just adores the entire feel of the season, how even some of the grumpiest horses' eyes seem to light up at the first snowfall of December, and how everyone get so excited waiting for Amethyst's special treats Christmas morning.

ρєяѕσηαℓιту:
At his worst, Coal can be obnoxious, cocky, and a troublemaker. He loves to play harmless pranks and cause mischief 334 days of the year. He loves to irritate Plagan especially, the old stallion irritable and (to Coal) always giving the funniest reactions even though they're very small reactions. But despite how obnoxious he can be at times, he'd rather give than receive, and loves to make others happy before he ever even thinks about himself. At his best, Coal is a flame in the dark; he's loving, attentive, and hates to see anyone sad or depressed, going out of his way to make people smile even if it means embarrassing himself in the process. He holds a strange kind of innocence, one that shines with adventure but hints at trouble. But he's an honest soul if nothing else, filled with love and loyalty and kindness just waiting to be given to the world around him.
He's not much of a competitor, though; Coal is more suited to being a pleasure horse. By the time Mia is old enough to choose if she wants to enter the competition circuit, he'll be past his competing prime, so he might allow her to ride another horse if she chooses to compete.

єχтяα: αят
Even as a foal, I believe Coal knows a soul that needs a friend.
And when Mia comes into this world, he wants to be one of the first faces she sees.

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тнιѕ ιѕ му ωιηтєя ѕσηg тσ уσυ,
тнє ѕтσям ιѕ ¢σмιηg ѕσση,
ιт яσℓℓѕ ιη ƒяσм тнє ѕєα.
му νσι¢є α вєα¢ση ιη тнє ηιgнт,
му ωσя∂ѕ ωιℓℓ вє α ℓιgнт
тσ ¢αяяу уσυ тσ мє.
ιѕ ℓσνє αℓινє, ιѕ ℓσνє αℓινє?
ιѕ ℓσνє...?

тнєу ѕαу тнαт тнιηgѕ נυѕт ¢αηησт gяσω
вєηєαтн тнє ωιηтєя ѕησω,
σя ѕσ ι нανє вєєη тσℓ∂.
тнєу ѕαу ωє'яє νєяу ƒαя,
נυѕт ℓιкє α ∂ιѕтαηт ѕтαя
ι ѕιмρℓу ¢αη ησт нσℓ∂.
ιѕ ℓσνє αℓινє, ιѕ ℓσνє αℓινє?

тнιѕ ιѕ му ωιηтєя ѕσηg,
∂є¢ємвєя ηєνєя ƒєℓт ѕσ ℓσηg.
вє¢αυѕє уσυ'яє ησт
ωнєяє уσυ вєℓσηg,
ιηѕι∂є му αямѕ.
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featured music: [That's Christmas to Me] ❇ [Winter Song]

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[sprig]

About what time are you planning on ending him today? I really would like to put in a decent entry for this gorgeous stallion. I've hust been extremely busy

I'm going to wait until tomorrow or Monday to end it, to give people time to enter! C:

[hiraeth + hound]

Finally managed a little time to fix up a form. Good luck to whoever wins this gorgeous babe! :> ♥