[grapejuice]

With the end of my GA term right around the corner, it's time I begin to wrap up my adopts ❤
So, with permission from Dream, [and to celebrate finishing my 32 breedings] I've made you all a very, very special little babe, who I hope will bring you great joy

[7/10]

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Eye Color: Barney in Neon [purple + teal]
Coat Color: Strawberry Roan Tovero w/Irregular Markings
Genotype: ee/Aa/RR/nT/nO
Breeding Notes:
- Roman nose cannot pass
- floof rolls like chim
- mane + tail edits can only pass to floof foals
- irregular markings have 50/50 chance to pass, can pass to first gen only
- foal can inherit either rose or wing/heart, not both
- will always produce roan foals!
- teal shoes can pass to first gen only [completely up to the artist if they pass or not]

To win this Tolt, either write me a story of how they came to be yours, or a story of them and their best friend.
And show me a gif/pic of a galaxy or shooting star!
Art + extras + prettying up are allowed!

In the form, please let me know if you'd like to keep the lines colored, or if you'd prefer them changed to black ^^
Will close on June 15th. One extension will be allotted total, maximum 5 days.

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[Kallisto Moon]

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[zippo.]

show name - The Heartless
barn name - Estella
meaning - Great Expectations by Charles D. is a novel I was forced to read and ended up enjoying.
It broadened my horizons and introduced me to this lovely character, Estella.
gender - mare
halter color - navy blue with flower designing
colored or black lines? - colored

She is the definition of pose and grace.
Of true love and heart break,
of a saving light and damming darkness.
She is, in simplest terms:
Estella.

Despite her nearly perfect appearance and one of kind grace, Estella has and will never truly experience love. She, unlike any other Princess, indulges herself in her own riches and breaks the hearts of her many suitors. A complete lack of Empathy and Sympathy to those who cross her path. A stern and guiding hand to those young and under her care, her only generosities to those in desperate need. She is cruel to men who follow her every move, not believing in the notion of love nor the many arranged marriages she has bought herself out of. What is most important to her is her own wealth, and family. Ironic considering she has none, sold as a filly for her gorgeous looks she never grew in a stable loving environment. Perhaps the reason for her cold hearted nature. Her icy stare from such an alluring mare could wind up very nasty, her web woven to trap those nasty and cruel. Some see her as a saint, and the others a sinner. The truth is that she simply is: Estella.

I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape
Ask no questions, and you’ll be told no lies

Estella came to our stables for a simple reason. She could not cooperate with her past handlers and past partners; her beauty was used to pull carriages usually bought for marriages and other important photo shoots. No matter what new horse they brought in, her personality would out weigh them and cause problems. Carriage horses are supposed to be bonded, have complete trust in one another. With Estella, she trusted no one but herself and even that was hard to do. If the current partner didn't listen or do what she wished, she would purposefully sabotage things and make it seem as if they had done it, thus resulting in them being fired. Once the handlers began to catch on, she was shipped to our stables for correction purposes. We have quite a few rowdy and unruly tolters that are undergoing treatment, and Estella had been our latest arrival. After a few months of her being in our care, the original owners had found a better fit and she was left here to live or be sold. We have decided to give her a home, try to introduce her to others like her to find her a support system.

[Novi]

yodels and sets down a mark

[Tazaria]

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In the Glass Garden
barn name;;
Bonnie
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Mare
personality;;
"I guess i am caring and compassionate but i can be quick to judge and protective."
-Note to self: More detailed personality-
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[Zira.]

marking

[jumu]

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ｓｉｌｅｎｃｅ ｌｉｋｅ ａ ｃａｎｃｅｒ ｇｒｏｗｓ

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username;; Lioth
show name;; The Impossible Year
barn name;; Urie
gender;; Stallion
colored or black lines;; Colored
halter color;; Teal

personality;;
Okay, so, this one's a bit difficult to explain. Urie is a "king amongst men" as his friends
say. He's often confused as an old wisecrack because of his age, but the things he says
are usually accompanied by an experience of his from his past. He tends to stick to his
own business and spends most of his time roaming the trails and meadows located inside
the stable's borders. He believes that all of the walking will keep him limber the older he
gets. Unfortunately, he has a habit of talking to himself when he takes these walks, and
oftentimes passerby will think he's gone mad.

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The young Tolter stood with his head held high in the
air, his unruly and tawny mane making a perfect flag in
the light ocean wind. The harbor was bustling with people
and such, all in a very large hurry to board their ships in
time to get to all of the many places they wanted to go.
Every step the Tolter made had to be carefully planned. His
energy was at a high and he found this particular task
difficult. The well-tanned man tugging at the colt's lead
muttered unspeakable words in the direction of his
passerby, and even the colt knew that such things were not
ones that a young gent like the handler should say around
others.
As they approached what could be the most grand ship that
was held in the yard, the handler laughed and loosened his
tight strain on the rope lead. The colt approached him, the
lead now hanging at the handler's side. The handler sighed,
turning to the colt and lifted his hand to caress the metal
plate on the side of the colt's halter. "Oh, Urie," his deep
voice mumbled. "I'm going to miss you, my old friend. Such
a good rascal, you are. But I hear that the U.S. is a lot
kinder and richer. I wish you good luck. Please remember
who you are, and that we here will still see you every time
we remember your name."
The handler slid the lead to one of the men handling the
vessel. From this point forward, young Urie was on his own
on the wide open seas. He had a crew member assigned to
look after him, but he had to help himself in the world as
far as anything dire.
Three days. The colt had been on the ship for three days and
then the sirens began. People screamed and ran in terror as
the ocean seeped through every crack in the seam of the
ship. Women cried and screamed. Urie pulled at the ropes
keeping him close to the room's wall. The water was pooling at
his legs, creeping and pulling him into the depths. His sharp
screeches rang through the small, isolated room, and the
door slammed in the wind, the ocean and heavy rain making
their way inside.
A man, shrouded in the light of the failing ship, burst inside
with his arms reaching right for the ropes. Urie rose up, his
legs kicking at the wall in desperation to get out. The man
lifted his hand, stroking the startled Tolter while cutting at
the ropes with his knife. Soon Urie was free, and he quickly
burst out of the flooding room.

At the time, Urie had only been about the size of two
men, his frame limber and sleek. While the boat he
was on was quite grand, it was mainly a cargo ship,
and so there were only about a hundred people on
board. The crew easily got all ninety-seven of the
people onto the extra boats, and had enough space
to accomodate for the two horses. Despite such a
tragic thing, no one had been extremely injured,
nor were any dead.
Urie lived out his young life on the west coast of the
States. An elderly couple had purchased him from a
small sea market whilst out of town, and took him
back to their home in a large farming estate in the
central part of Colorado. He ended up very happy in
this place, as there was plenty of room for him to run
and grow. The elderly man, unfortunately, grew very
ill. He was deemed unable to do any sort of labor,
and his kindly wife was forced to sell not only all of
their livestock, but their ranch home as well so they
could afford to move to a warmer area.
For several months Urie did nothing but stay at the
livestock market he had been placed at. The way in
which all of the livestock was housed was terrible. All
were mistreated and some beaten, but thankfully a
nice handler from the depths of the Montana
wilderness happened to come upon Urie during a trip
to Colorado to find a certain medicine needed back
at the stables he worked at.
The sunshine shown bright through the cracks in the
wooden boards the day that Urie arrived at our stables.
The horses were clicking excitedly in their stalls, the
stench of hay winding a halo around everything.
Urie was now an old man, his once fiery red coat now
dulled to a lucid rust. His hair was soft and wispy, much
longer than the standard horses at the stables. His dual
colored eyes shone with experience.
The owner of the stables, a young man with longer, shiny
brown hair, welcomed Urie with open arms. He ran his
hands on the stallion's tattered coat, sun faded with age
and prosperity. He was welcomed with a strong
embrace, and a nice crown of wildflowers that smelt of
rain and every wild-born soul that held itself within the
very mountains that he loved.

[Captain Chomp]

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show name;; (optional) The King's Diamond In The Rough
barn name;; Kane
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-Note my form takes to a humanized version the majority of the time as it captures the character I'm creating

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【"Here Under The Stars, This Is My Kingdom"】
"My home was beautiful, located in the mountains of Germany I was shrouded in silks, jewels, and all that glory of never having a fear of being without what you wanted," Kane chuckled setting a crystal cut glass of cocoa aside. "My father was one of many titles and a long line of royalty. He'd never known what life was like without everything being handed to him," Kane continued a shadow of a smile casting onto pale lips.

Somewhere within the massive room were white silk drapes danced on a summer breeze and a crystal chandelier hung, each carefully crafted piece being caressed with warmth. The silence was not a silence the occupants of the room desired to break, fearful that it would never return to such a tranquil state yet Kane continued on after a soft hum. "You see though my mother...Now she was from South America originally before she'd been adopted by Americans in which she'd been raised in Fort Myers, Florida. There was nothing special about her I might say, she had no wealth, no inheritance, and not a clue about politics," he spoke, a certain tenderness in his voice as he spoke of his mother that gave away to deep sadness locked in soulful eyes. "Please excuse me for a moment," Kane dipped his head and stood.

He hid a type of pain that after so long many forget is still there, buried under layers of lies and the cruel reality of being pushed forward. Everything had been placed in his hands, all the money he would need, yet there was not the companionship in which he seemed, only close acquaintances and the journalist sitting before him. By now the sun had begun to sink behind the rolling hills and stars peaked out from the darkening ocean of emptiness. "Maybe you should get some rest, we have plenty of time to talk tomorrow," Kane said softly as he turned around to face the two journalists seated still. "You are after all here for several more days to tour my lovely estate."

Showing the two women to the guest house off the left of the courtyard, Kane left them in the hands of Douglas, an older man whom had serviced his father years before. Adjusting the collar of his dress shirt, Kane turned on his heel heading towards his home, the mansion seeming so empty from outside to his eyes. Sure it was filled with staff of his, all of which he could speak to, yet they were not what Kane could consider friends, nor family. Running a quick hand through his hair Kane returned to the illuminated home making his way to his bedroom.

【"Make A Wish, It Might Come True"】
Once his interviews with the two journalists had come to an end, Kane found himself even lonely than before. Slipping onto his balcony, Kane seated himself and peered out over his estate, focusing the most on the garden down below, a maze of hedges and a painting of bright flowers. "Ah mamma would you be proud of me? A man of wealth and have my name an everything? God do I wish you hadn't left me so early, you and pa...Both of two different worlds. I just wanted to know more of yours," he whispered.

Kane had once dreamed of living a simplistic life like that of his mother's, yet instead had lost her too early and fell into the world of wealth that his father lived, not having much of a choice once he had perished as well only two years later. The crown of his father had been passed over to his aunt, while Kane had been given a large portion of money. This is what he'd done with it, a giant estate in the Rockies with a life of fame. "I'm a man everyone wants me. To tell them they're my world...But mamma I'm not like that, I want to fall in love for the person," he whispered. Often he'd go for long hours right where he sat now looking down at the garden and talking to the spirit of his mother, yet within a few moments that was interrupted by a stark contrast against dark green hedges.

Someone stood along a line of peach tinted roses, a simple baseball cap covering the stranger's face. Kane could easily call for a guard to take down the intruder, yet Kane was sick of a scripted life and a small sense of adventure washed over him. Ducking back into his room, he pulled his hair into a small ponytail to keep it from his face.

[tooru]

res with the name sparsile!!

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