[conversett]

DAY THREE
Username: conversett
Writing: x
Tolter: helios

[husky.]

DAY THREE

Username: husky.
Writing: link
Tolter: klepto

[yeena]

DAY THREE

Username: ceance
Writing: link
Tolter: dutch

[Chaotic Queen]

DAY THREE

Username: Albino_
Writing:
It was a warm and moonlit night. All was quiet, except for this noise that the young stallion heard. Dunsel looked around as he trotted around trying to locate the sound. It was a warm night and Dunsel was quite happy with himself. He opened his gate with his teeth and shimmied out of the paddock. The fluffy chimeric stallion looked around for the sound he heard. He couldnt find it so he ended up going farther into the forest and he sighed softly as he couldnt find where the dang sound was coming from! He let out a whinny of frustration and continued to look.

Dunsel didnt know what to do about all this, he sighed again and continued to look. He saw this shiny object laying on the ground. He stopped and looked at it to see if it would make a noise, but sadly, after a few minuets the object didnt make a sound as he sighed sadly. Off to look for something else that made the chirping sound. Dunsel continued to trot around the meadow looking and listening for a chirping sound. It wasnt sucessful and that made him mad. The stallion reared angerly as he couldnt find that precious chirping noise and he huffed. Dunsel continued to look and look throughout the night, he was gonna get to the bottom of this. He sighed once more and walked towards the woods to see if he could find the chirping noise.

Dunsel continued on his journey as he looked around and tried to find the sound. Dunsel was getting stressed out as he sighed softly. The stallion look around and continued his journey. Dunsel kept trotting till he found the sound. He didnt find it once more sp he ended up heading home. He didnt find the sound in the woods as he got to his paddock to sleep the night and he'll continue looking tomorrow. Dunsel was stressed come morning and he started out looking for the chirping noise. Dunsel sighed again as he continued his search. "Where are you!" He said stresed out. Dunsel continued and continued to look with no luck. He mumbled curse words and looked around. The stallion yawned and paced back and fourth.

Dunsel growled and kept looking for the chirping noise. He didn't know it was coming from his barn yard. It was a chicken but Dinsel didnt know that. Dunsel sighed as ue looked around for the noise and he thoight it was a cow, he went and listened by but it was no use. He sighed as it wasn't what he was looking for. Dunsel continued to look before he sighed and kept looking. Dunsel growled again as he went and visted most of the animals, not looking at the chickens yet, and he sighed and kept looking. It wasnt any use.. he was ready to give up when he spotted a little white chick, and it chirped!! Dunsel was so excited and never seen a white chicken before.. so much for this stallion thinking he has seen everything


Tolter: Dunsel

[Kassypen]

DAY THREE

Username: Kassypen
Writing: x
Tolter: Azuli

[OutdatedBoombox]

DAY THREE

Username: OutdatedBoombox
Writing: They'd never seen something like it. The sabino foal stepped forward towards the small, strange creature hiding in the rocks. Their bright green eyes sparkled with curiosity and they made a gentle attempt to smell whatever the heck the critter is. The small amphibian croaked, resulting in the foal hopping back with alarm, ears twitching. After a few moments of recuperation, they stepped forward again. This time, much to their alarm, the frog leapt up and landed smack between their eyes. They squealed with shock, skittering violently backwards and lightly shaking their head to try and dislodge the frog. The frog, however, stayed stuck quite firmly and began to climb around their face.

After a few moments of obvious panic and freaking out, Hina settled. They decided they liked this odd little creature, and found them rather interesting. With that, they laid down in the grass and let the frog climb wherever it pleased, provided they'd get to watch. The foal immensely enjoyed watching the amphibian crawl about on their coat, and stayed watching for as long as they could. Of course, good times must always eventually come to and end, and the frog had to be returned to the rocks around the pond. However, the fascination Hina had didn't end there. Every day, they'd return to the pond to meet up with that same little frog and watch the tadpoles swim around in the shallows. Over the years, they'd watch the tadpoles grow up into froglets and each generation either stay or migrate to different pond in the pasture. They enjoyed their duty, keeping the birds away and even bringing water from the troughs when the summer heat started to make it a little too dry for the critters. They kept the birds away from the tadpoles, with moderate success, and the adult frogs enjoyed the bugs that Hina would attract to the water's edge. The sabino would wade in, with frogs clinging to their sides and head, and just enjoy the cool water with the frogs acting as pest control.

The others never really understood Hina's love of the amphibians and the ponds. The little sabino would spend all day with their wet, croaking little friends instead of with the other horses. Not that Hina disliked the others, they just preferred their frogs. The songs, the soft weight of them crawling around, the way the tadpoles would nibble on their nose... They couldn't help it. They preferred the chirping, croaking company of their frogs. Even though the frogs weren't colorful- just mottled brown- Hina found them beautiful. Sure, a lot of the others found their songs annoying, but Hina didn't care. The others could avoid the ponds. After all, there were troughs with clean water. They didn't mind being ignored, so long as they had their frogs. In winter, it was different. They were only out during the day, and the frogs were gone. Hibernating for the winter. There were no songs, no tadpole nibbles, no climbing friends. Just the snow and the frozen over pond. Hina knew they'd return in spring, but it was still... lonely.
Tolter: Hina

[Sandy Hoofprints]

DAY THREE

Username: Sandy Hoofprints
Writing: 1025 words
Tolter: Flutter

[j. bourne]

DAY THREE

Username: j. bourne
Writing: Linked [Google Doc]
Tolter: Marlowe [humanized] makes some discoveries along the coast.

[paradise,]

DAY THREE

Username: paradise,
Writing: xx
Tolter: Ares

[Vinson]

DAY THREE

Username: vinson
Writing: here
Tolter: Vision