- My mare Seventeen's parents, the two greying lovelies<3 You may try out for both if you'd like, though they have separate contests and no partnering allowed ^-^ They are both completely and utterly in love and have been so since they were mere yearlings. They are both in their early forties, but it is up to you to create their lovestory, they way they tell it hehe
Her love
Cannot be bred!
Username: Vinson
Name: In Dying Lights We Dance//Charlene
Halter Color: a nice faded blue, which was once the same color as her rose, but has been sun bleached and weathered, with a bit of wear and tear.
In her perspective, tell me the story of the blue rose: 564 words
They nibbled quietly at each other's withers, their warmth mingling as a cool breeze blew by. Her blue eyes glanced up suddenly at the shiny black vehicle rolling up the gravel road, spewing dust behind it as it swung up into the driveway. They both looked up and stopped their grooming session as they watched the car stop suddenly, and the doors were thrown open to reveal a very overdressed couple. The man stepped out, and Charlene watched as he held a hand out to the lady, who took his fingers daintily to help pull herself out of the fancy, now dust covered, car. Her dress flowed elegantly behind her, the wine red and silky material looking wonderful on her as she held the man's hand, and they both smiled. Charlene turned to Harrison, nudging him gently, rubbing up against him as a cold breeze flew through her pelt and chilled her. Her blue eyes and his green watched as the man took a flower out of his breast pocket, handing it to the lady, who smiled and accepted the gift. She had seen those flowers before, but only in street stalls and when watching the television the owner had placed in the barn. People sold those flowers in the stalls, and Charlene liked to watch how people threw them to performers once they finished performing and either bowed or curtsied. Did humans give their loved ones these special flowers? It was an interesting thought, really - maybe it was part of a mating ritual. It was oddly pleasant to watch the two humans walk to the main barn to find the owner, their fingers interwoven, their stride the same, steps matching. She and Harrison liked doing that at practice, just to annoy the trainer.
Sweat slicked their bodies, their breathing was heavy, and their legs felt like led by the time they had fished their dressage practice for the day. Today's had been particularly challenging, as they were supposed to do the same thing, but many paces away. It had taken them a while just to figure this concept out, and they had both felt rather stupid as they finally realized what was going on. From there on out it was work, work, work, but it was enjoyable, Charlene supposed, to have that feeling of happiness and satisfaction at learning something new and important. They were untacked in the arena, halters put back on, and then they were free to go back to pasture to cool down. As the two matched their stride out of the arena, Harrison suddenly stopped, turned, and grabbed something between his lips from underneath the bleacher seats, swinging back to Charlene with a slight smile on his lips as he gave a small nicker and thrust his head towards her.
Her eyes were met with an exquisite blue rose, shining and lovely, the thorns plucked off the stem. She gave a thankful nicker back and nuzzled into Harrison as her heart may or not have skipped a beat, and a few seconds later her lips were on the stem. For the next two days it would be carried around with her everywhere, until finally it was taken, preserved, and put on a bracelet by the owner. She wears it still, smelling the sweet fragrance after the many years of being with Harrison, and she can't help but feel special.
In her perspective, tell me about their first bad argument: I honestly have no idea, but I'll think of something soon
One Extra:
Our love is strong,
It holds us together, binding and eternal.
And so we celebrate together,
Hooves do a graceful dance,
Upon the tiled floor.
In dying lights we dance,
Subtle music fills our ears,
Picking out the instruments
That push us to dance to them.
Destined to be dulled,
We don't accept our fate.
We dance in these fading lights,
And our eyes come back to life.
We may have changed,
But our love is still the same.
It holds us together, binding and eternal.
In dying lights we dance,
Subtle music fills our ears.
Even after all these years,
We continue to stay strong.
These lights have died many times over,
Replaced with newer, stronger ones.
But we will never be replaced,
We are far too strong.
And so,
In dying lights we dance,
The subtle music fills our ears
Until all the lights go out at once,
The music stops.
But still we continue our dance,
Because our love is stronger.
