[Chronometer]

Username: Sheperd
Show Name: ---
Name: Ticonderoga
Gender: stallion
Colour: Smokey Brown (EE/At At/nCr)
Age: seven
Height: 15 hh

[landofmakebelieve]

Username: piaffes in the snow
Show Name (optional): Coming In Hot
Name: Patrone
Gender: Stallion
Colour: Smokey Brown (EE/At At/nCr)
Age: 3 Years
Height: 14.2hh
Halter Colour: Flames possibly? With black buckles c:
Five word personality: Immature ▪ Cocky ▪ Ladies' Man ▪ Charming
One extra: WIP DA crap out of this..

[dreamwalker]

Username: dreamwalker
Show Name (optional): Seventh Circle of Hell
Name: Dante
Gender: stallion
Colour: Smokey Brown (EE/At At/nCr)
Age: 7
Height: 14hh
Halter Colour: something to do with fire/lava
Five word personality: Short fuse, Impulsive, protective, resilient
One extra: WIP

[TheToyMaker]

Username: TheToyMaker
Show Name (optional): TTT Under The Oak
Name: Oak
Gender: Mare
Colour: Smokey Brown (EE/At At/nCr)
Age: 7
Height: 13.3hh
Halter Colour: Like those beautiful eyes ><
Five word personality:
Quiet-Sweet-Imaginative-Loving-Creative
One extra:
The Oak
(from Oak's pov)

When I was young, there used to be a massive oak tree in my pasture. It stood with regal posture, hundreds of years old and still standing strong, green leaves fluttering faintly in the gentle whispering spring breeze. It was my own special place, my hideaway where I could rest in the shade of its mighty branches and dream of stories and adventures I'd write down some time. No one else really knew about my oak tree- it looked like all the other ones that surrounded the outer border, but to me it had an ethereal air to it all around. Like, close your eyes for a second and wake up in a wonderland, little fairies fluttering about and a unicorn peeking at the newcomr shyly from behind some flowery bushes.

My oak tree was special to me, for it gave me many inspirations for my stories- from little dewdrops on a chilly morning to a blazing stampede. Of course, you needed an imagination too, but that one oak encouraged little budding ideas to flourish. And I loved it.

Sadly, of course, I was eventually weaned. I didn't really mind leaving my mother, though I loved her very dearly, but I needed to do something on my own. Although on a supposed "exciting" adventure away from the mare pasture with the other weanlings, I missed my oak. No longer did the little ideas sprout, and I didn't have an audience of older mares to entertain anymore. The other weanlings wanted to play, not sit and listen to my tales of fantasies.
I became more reserved, quiet, almost seeming depressed. I didn't want to play, so I always appeared unfriendly and cold. So I was forgotten. Just like the old oak, one among many others, though just not the same as them.

~A few years later~

Well, I was certainly older now. A while back the farm had relocated, due to an increased threat of lightning storms and wildfires. I had been trained to ride, and often went on adventures with a young girl who brought me tasty pears and seemed to love to brush me. I liked her.

Even better, now that all the tolters I knew were more mature (and could actually listen), many would willingly come to hear my stories, even bringing their young fillies and colts, who would listen in awe of a magical world beyond their boundaries. I very much enjoyed sharing tales with them, an eventually, most tolters at the farm knew me as "Oak the storyteller." I was quite pleased with this title, and slowly, the magical oak tree of my foalhood slipped to the back of my mind, the memory gathering dust in a corner. I suppose you could say I had forgotten the very thing that inspired me to create in the first place.

A bit later, I was taken out for a ride by my owner, the girl who I had come to know as Quill. It wasn't a normal ride though, she was taking me to inspect how much damage was done to a forest in a wildfire- it had been where the farm used to be. Where I had grown up.

Picking your way through charred bits of your foalhood can be a little saddening, especially seeing all the tall, beautiful trees burnt to a crisp and the ground layered in ash. Still, I didn't remember the oak.
Quill and I, after walking around for a bit, decided to stop for lunch by a riverbed. She sat on the pebbles and pulled a lunch sack out of my saddlebags, before trusting me enough to let me roam in pasture beside the river. That pasture was the old mare pasture.
Still, I didn't remember the oak.
After grazing for a bit, something began to... becon me. Like a strange, soft voice calling my name, urging me to come. A bit suspicious but curious, I moved in that direction. Towards the back of the pasture, where many large trees had stood.
Still, I didn't remember the oak.
I followed the call, further into the woods. Something seemed familiar, but I just couldn't put my hoof on it. Something about the ethereal, airy feeling in the breeze, how the other charred trees seemed to circle a certain spot.
Still, I didn't remember the oak.
I stepped into the circle, and found what lie at its center... the charred remains of an ancient oak, that stood so mighty throughout the storm. My oak tree.
I remembered the oak.

There, in front of the stump I fell to my knees, laying before the oak. What had guided and encouraged every thought I ever had to bloom was gone, dead. I nudged the tree, but I already knew.
It was gone.
The oak was gone.
My oak was gone.
I just sat there in shock, a pony, just laying in front of a broken tree. A strange sight, but I felt broken too. All the magic had left this special place, my hiding place.
Sighing, I lay my head down on some surviving moss at the base and closed my eyes, trying to feel that last bit of ethereal fantasy before it slipped away.
But something tickled my muzzle, softly. Opening my green eyes I saw it was a tiny sprout of green, little leaves stretching up. It was a new oak. A new tree. Suddenly I sat up, noticing all around me the little green souls of past things sprouting through the soil and the ash, beginning again. I watched it in awe as they stretched towards the afternoon sun, even through the barren, charred ground.
Standing up now, I realized that the magic was being brought back, filling the forest with happiness again. The sprouts danced towards the sun, on a journey, to become the roots the past had left behind.
I realized it wasn't about the past memories, but the new life, how even in the toughest times, a fragile little green plant can blossom.
I trotted back to Quill at the river, a bouncy, happy trot.
I was Oak the storyteller, and I had a whole new tale to share.

[mooncakes]

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Username: Sheperd
Show Name: ---
Name: Ticonderoga
Gender: stallion
Colour: Smokey Brown (EE/At At/nCr)
Age: seven
Height: 15 hh
Halter Colour: slightly shiny black leather with silver buckles
Five word personality: bold, independent, loyal, supportive, kind
One extra: For Ticonderoga, other tolters come first. Reassurance and support from him always comes in great amounts, and the amount he can deliver is great. A loving, caring, and respectful tolter he is.
Jimmy Eat World - The Middle

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[hiraeth + hound]

Username: infallible.
Show Name (optional): Chaos is my Middle Name
Name: Yukon
Gender: Stallion
Colour: Smokey Brown (EE/At At/nCr)
Age: 7
Height: 14.4 hh
Halter Colour: Swirling of black and fire-like colors with black or silver buckles, whichever looks best. :>
Five word personality: Frightening - Snappy - Trouble Maker - Taunting
One extra: wip :>

[summer.]

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Username: summer.
a royal name arabella
a queen, no other she's a mare
a coat of gold smokey brown (EE/At At/nCr)
a young and spritely gal four years of age
a very flattering height fifteen hh
a halter fit for the royal she is light blue with white and gold lace pattern
a personality of an angel elegant, sophisticated, charming, graceful, varying
a song to tell her tale wip
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[feverrr]

Username:
Show Name: The Deer's Leap
Name: Fawnetta
Gender: Mare
Colour: Smokey Brown (EE/At At/nCr)
Age:
Height:
Halter Colour:
Five word personality:
One extra:

Will try out in the morning~//snore//

[heyheygirl101]

Username: heyheygirl101
Show Name (optional): Durin's Line
Name: Unbroken
Gender: Stallion
Colour: Smokey Brown (EE/At At/nCr)
Age: 5
Height: 15 hh
Halter Colour: Gold with the the arkenstone on the cheek piece
Five word personality: Strong - Brave - Unweilding - Persistent - Loveable
One extra:

Durin's Line

Durin's Line has was given his barn name after 17 failed attempts to break him. He does not get choosen to be riden, he chooses who has the honour of riding him, no tack, just him and the rider, bareback. Unbroken has been with us for 3 years now after his owner, who owned a racing ranch, figured out he couldn't break him in. Unbroken was set for the slaughter house after become usless to a greedy man, however I am always watching for beautiful horses that I can purchase off of them. I'll admit they tried to warn me that he was a wild one, he hadn't let a single person ride him since the day he was born, of course me, young and naive, didn't believe him, I thought no I can break any horse, man was I wrong.
A couple of days after buying him and letting him settle into his new home, I decided to start putting tack on him so that he would get used to the weight. Well try as I might the tack never made it anywhere near him, her skirted away from me and kicked out, but I was determined, and yet a piece of tack has never actually touched his back. So I decided to take from the books of Spirit well that was just dumb of me too because I stood their for a good hour with my arm outstretched and my back turned waiting for that special moment, well my spirit moment never came, but my Unbroken moment did. As I left the corral that day with him, my head hung low, out of shear disappointment, he nuzzled my hair, just a quick little nuzzle to the back of the neck, but I felt it. It was a bonding moment that we alone shared, horse and rider.
After 3 days of slowly getting closer and closer to actually getting on him, I had completely abandoned the idea of tack at that point, I actually did! That's right I actually did! It was gruelling working him into a groove that fitted both of us when he moved but slowly we made it work and our bond grew stronger. After months of hard work together we finally went on our first trail ride, just the two of us, roaming the countryside together, it was amazing the free feeling of being one with your horse, moving one with your horse. Most people will say that Unbroken was truly broken when I rode him that day but to this day I am the only person he will let get on his back and to me that is something that is Unbroken, something that has a will so strong that only a determined little girl could get through and that was only because he didn't like to see her sad.

[guilttripping]

Twilight The Best Of Us

Username:
Fjord rider
Show Name (optional):
Twilight the best of us
Name:
Ben
Gender:
Stallion
Colour:
Smokey Brown (EE/At At/nCr)
Age:
6
Height:
15.2hh
Halter Colour:
Red
Five word personality:
Difficult. Strong willed. Loyal. Mischievous. Challenging.
One extra:
Photography Art:

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