by .drizzled.mango. » Mon Sep 23, 2013 1:35 am
The Horses wrote:
- Dreamcatchers are a tiny breed of horse; they only reach 30cm at full height, and the males tend to be taller.
- When a human child is born, a dreamcatcher is also born, no-one quite knows how because they are not truly assigned to their human until they are five - As an untrained foal would be useless fighting against a nightmare.
- The mane, tail and eye nebula are made of dreams. Good dreams.
- Because they are so light they are able to float through the air.
- A dreamcatcher stallion often gives a mare jewellery for their horns to show they love them.
- The dreamcatcher mares have an eye nebula, while the males dont.
- They will stay with you until you die, but once you die their symbiotic bond with you is severed and they also pass on, to "The Dream World" - The Dream World is where they get their rest from nightmares, a reward for fighting nightmares, some call it an eternal slumber.
Thanks to TheFabulousKilljoy for letting me stay on a bit longer, because of family and school trouble I never got a chance to create any of these </3. This one is based off this little beauty, with her unique coat.
I'll end when I get enough forms, a page or two.
To win her, show me an Irish landscape. Extras will be judged too, so fire away.
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Gender: Female
A beautiful irish landscape:
Extras:
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by Silver Blossom » Mon Sep 23, 2013 7:56 am
Username : Space UnicornName : Caera ( keer + a ) In Irish Caera simply means a “friend.”Gender : FemaleA beautiful Irish landscape :
Travara, Seven Heads Taken By Mike Brown Photography
Extras : When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure it's like a morning spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling
They'll steal your heart away!
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by Aniki » Wed Sep 25, 2013 10:48 am
Gaelic Lyrics:
A naoidhean bhig, cluinn mo ghuth
Mise ri d' thaobh, O mhaighdean bhan
Ar righinn oig, fas as faic
Do thir, dileas fhein
A ghrain a's a ghealaich, stuir sinn
Gu uair ar cliu 's ar gloire
Naoidhean bhig, ar righinn og
Mhaighdean uashaill bhan
Username: Aniki
Name: Aoife (Her name translates into “beautiful, radiant, joyful.”)
Gender: Female
A beautiful irish landscape: Here
Extras: Her favorite song English Lyrics:
Little baby, hear my voice
I'm beside you, O maiden fair
Our young Lady, grow and see
Your land, your own faithful land
Sun and moon, guide us
To the hour of our glory and honour
Little baby, our young Lady
Noble maiden fair
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by Gildedneko » Wed Sep 25, 2013 1:09 pm
Username: Gildedneko
Name: Aine (meaning radiance or joy) nicknamed Aia
Gender: Female
A beautiful irish landscape:
Extras: I love her! the way that the brown in her coat contrasts with the blue in her mane is simply stunning! (and that little black nose!) I also want to go to Ireland some day and so this contest is interesting to me!
Story that I wrote: Aine brushed a pesky fly from her right flank and sighed sadly. She had come to this country so far from her home, looking for adventure, but instead found herself longing for her homeland. She missed the lush green of the rolling hills by the sea. The Sheep, big and clumsy as they were, baaing in the cool evening breeze as the dogs drove them home to the barns radiating warm light from within. She missed the heavy scent of the heather, laden with dew in the early mornings and the stark contrast of hewn stone castles that stuck, like erupted teeth, out of the emerald hillsides. Her home country had deep roots in her heart, and as she turned her attention back to what was at hand, Aia knew that her heart and soul belonged in Ireland.
She has an arm bangle like
this on her right foreleg, and a pendant like
this on her left horn.

Ideas, story, and any art I may submit (c) Gildedneko
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