[Spottedleaf.]

0o0 she is soo floofy and the way you did the markings made her look even more floofy!!! 0o0

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[.Foxtrot.]

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[lovestruck]

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[Gremlin]

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[Khans]

ends 5/25/16

[cujo.]

she's such a gorgeous gal <3 super floofy looking. and it's so kind of you to offer some of her slots ^^

Childhood: dahlia became aware that she wasn't strictly ... normal from quite a young age; often finding herself being the center of very much unwanted attention due to her unusual markings and fluffy coat. the constant feeling of eyes on her, only to turn and find gazes hastily flickering away. she soon found herself being teased and bullied by her fellow foals, and learned to create her own games to play, mostly with just herself though she sometimes dragged her fathers to join in. eventually, she began to try and look logically at why the other foals treated her with such cruelty; coming to the conclusion that perhaps they were afraid of the strange facial markings she tried hard to be proud of, or many even jealous or the hated attention she got, though they could take all the stares and interest for all she cared.

Relationship with Coomon: dahlia has always been that much closer with coomoon, seeing how he also garnered quite a lot of attention for the floofy coat she inherited from him from a young age. it's coomoon she turns to when she's feeling down and he tells her how perfect she is by comparing her to his favourite cookies; rarely failing to cheer her up, even if it is just a little bit. she doesn't think he's ever compared her to same cookie twice.

Relationship with Shelk: dahlia loves her clumsy father, have no doubt about that, but she finds it harder to show her affection for shelk than she does coomon. as she grew from filly to a young mare, she began to resent shelk for reasons she has never been easily to put into words. most simply put, a part of her blamed him for his non-fluffy genes not being dominant over coomon's floof. she distanced herself from him for several months, either becoming rather scathing or, worse, ignoring him entirely when they were in each other's presence. it is still something she deeply regrets to this day, not only for much it would hurt her father but also for the sheer illogicality of why she pushed her away from him; logically, if she were to blame anyone, wouldn't it make more sense for it to have been coomoon, for passing his floof down onto her? despite assurances from coomoon that shelk's probably forgotten all about it, it still bothers her.

Story of choosing: by this point, the other foals had decided to make a game out of how long they could taunt her before she'd eventually leave or they'd get caught and be forced to 'play nice' by one of their parents. she wasn't one of them. she was strange, she was other. they watched their parents stare unabashed at her and watched the humans stare and point at the filly who was all long legs and fluffy coat and weird markings. and they knew that she was different. this time, the breaking point had come from the leader of their small group in the form of a that had barely missed her shoulder. the others turned quickly, afraid of finding one of their parents coming towards them to rebuke them only to find none of them paying attention. they'd gotten away with it - and the other was leaving. well, good riddance.

trotting away from the other foals, dahlia tried not to let her dejection show. she wasn't entirely sure why she even bothered to try, the other foals were only getting crueler in the ways they turned her as their parents failed to see how they treated her, getting ever bolder with what they could get away with. maybe it was her fathers, the look of concern that would flicker in their eyes when she asked them once again to join in her lonely games. a friend or two would be nice, but, well, she didn't seem to be very good at making friends. other foals either cowered behind their parents upon the first sight of her face or took to bullying her, teasing and taunting.

suddenly finding herself at the river, dahlia stopped close to the bank. a little bit upstream a duck was taking her ducklings out for a stream. it made her relax a little, watching the little fluffy brown and yellow ducklings follow their mother. standing very still, she watched the mother turn and begin to swim towards her; her baker's dozen ducklings following close behind. they passed her without taking much notice, probably used to seeing the tolters down by the river and dahlia watched them until they were out of sight around the bend. she pointedly ignored the small stab of loneliness that came as they disappeared from sight - that didn't make any sense, it wasn't like she was friends with the momma duck and her fluffy babies.

she continued to stare down into the river, watching small fish swim through the river weeds. titling her head a little, she finally took notice of her reflection; the currents ripple distorted the image a little. her fathers told her often to embrace of her unusual markings and to be proud of them. not an easy thing to do with the constant ridicule and staring. it was strange, seeing the face which caused her so much grief. they were just markings. yes, neither of her parents had them but that didn't mean she was cursed or whatever other ridiculous reason the other foals said caused the 'monster face.'

what was it about the face looking back at her that caused the other foals to act as they did? studying herself carefully, eyes roaming over the white markings marring her otherwise almost completely black coat. maybe ... did she scare them? her? dahlia? all floof and long legs, daughter of shelk and coomon; a klutz and a cookie monster? was it the really reason some fled to their parents flanks when she entered the field, when she turned their way? fear? yes. she thought so, looking down into the water at the face she tried so hard to love for her fathers' sake. the other foals who mercilessly taunted her, maybe that was fear, too. but instead of recoiling to their parents they lashed out.

logically that made sense, she supposed.

the appearance of two other reflections beside hers made her jump, until she realised her fathers stood on either side of her. glancing up at both of them, the pair nuzzled her affectionately as she looked back down into the water; the rippling current ever distorting their images. maybe it wouldn't be easy, with the constant and unwanted attention she got, but she'd try to love the face looking back at her as much as they did.

[Khans]

closed for judging

[Tazaria]

Dang, today is the day I came back from camp so I didn't complete my entry. Heh, I cannot wait to see the little floofs galloping round!

[hiraeth + hound]

DARN I T of course only I see this now when it's too late ; v ;

[Khans]

Childhood: Dahlia grew up rather normally, now of course one wouldn't think that by looking at the her but at her stables it was normal to be different so no one was ever really treated differently because of it. Dahlia was a little shy though, but that was mainly because some of the tolters she first met were rather frightening to a new born foal, tolters like Anon who she was pretty certain wanted to kill her when she first met him. So as I said she grew up rather normally though, that is if you find The Addams Family's way of raising children normal, which is certainly something I and I believe Dahlia would.
Relationship with Coomon: Dahlia has a difficult relationship with her father, mainly because she doesn't really see him as one, I mean yes he helped in her creation, which she is rather surprised about, since it meant that he would have had to stop thinking of cookies long enough to do so, but past that he didn't really care much for her. She didn't share his love for cookies, and by love it was definitely an obsession, she also didn't really have much interaction from him either unless it was about cookies. Coomon's obsession made it impossible for her to try to connect with him past the blood they shared, which she often regretted, so instead she really just tried to stay as far away from him as possible.
Relationship with Shelk: Dahlia's relationship with Shelk is better than with Coomon but still not really all there, this is mainly due to the fact that she doesn't see him enough to really build anything. Though she has been over to his stables a few times she doesn't enjoy it at all because of the way all of the horses look at her there, it is as if she is a Monster or something, and because her father is too scared to stand up for himself, he also never defends her, and this has cut Dahlia deeply as he is her dad and should protect her better than anyone else in the whole world.
Story of choosing:
Dahlia's parents weren't really there for her when she was little so instead she was sort of adopted by Stan and Anon, though as mentioned before it always looked like Anon wanted to kill her he and Stan were probably the best things for her because they made her feel normal, it was only when she wasn't with them that she knew she was different some how, she never really knew what made her different, until one day she caught her reflection in a car window, it was then that she realized how much of a monster she truly looked like and why everyone seemed to fear her. So the next day when she saw Stan she asked him why he wasn't scared of her, why he wasn't scared of the monster she obviously was, now of course one has to know that Stan loved Anon and well Anon was probably the scariest horse on the face of this Earth so it should come to no ones surprise that he laughed at this question. Dahlia was stunned by this reaction but Stan explained that although she looked different and scary to some that to him and Anon, even though he would never show it, it was what made her Dahlia, it was what made her the different, interesting mare that they loved. So it remained that the three of them were feared by many, loved by few but at least they knew they were never going to be outcasts to each other.

right in da feels, congrats