[j. bourne]

DAY FOURTEEN

Username: j. bourne
Art: Below!
Tolters: Bricriu and his momma Deathcap sharing a mother-child moment.

[Rescue2001]

DAY FOURTEEN

Username: rescue2001
Art: xxxxx
Tolter: Forum/viewtopic.php?f=53&t=2811742
Forum/viewtopic.php?f=53&t=2462207

[withtheroses]

DAY FOURTEEN
Username: awalkamongroses
Art:
Wedding!!
Tolter: Pele n’ Dove

[conversett]

DAY FOURTEEN
Username: conversett
Art:
Tolter: ruffian + dragan

[Mango30]

DAY FOURTEEN

Username: Mango30
Art: Baby Austin and Trigger
Tolter: Austin and his father Trigger

[aray17]

DAY FOURTEEN

Username: aray17
Art: art link
Tolter: Cadbury and Thaxton

[Half Tree]

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Day Fifteen
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Write about one of your tolters trying something new for the first time.

The last day to earn tickets! Don't forget if you do more than the minimum you can earn extra tickets.

Non-owners may use my tolters Falden and/or Artagon.

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Writing:[/b] (check main post for minimum requirements)
[b]Tolter:[/b] (link either the stable or adoption page)

[conversett]

DAY FIFTEEN
Username: conversett
Writing: x
Tolter: elyan + cloud [all humanized]

[OutdatedBoombox]

DAY FIFTEEN

Username: OutdatedBoombox
Writing: The pintaloosa colt was born into a world of sterile white walls, soft straw, and the bright flash of a camera in his face before he'd even stood up. His mother, while she cared for him, seemed distant. He was licked clean, fluffed up, and had his first meal with no issue. Still on wobbly legs, he had his blood drawn by a human in a white coat and astringent smelling gloves. He didn't know them, but wasn't afraid either. He looked up at his mother with eyes that mirrored her own in color, but contained innocence that she'd never had. His velvety muzzle snuffled softly across the scars on her face and flank as he sought out yet another meal in the midst of learning about this new place. The human didn't return that day. He was left safely with his dam, who kept him tucked close to her belly, protected by her powerful legs.

He was only awoken the next day by a sharp prick in his shoulder. He didn't really know what it was, he just saw the human smoothing over the area with a still-gloved hand. He quickly stood up, a bit surprised by the soreness in his shoulder now. The colt leaned gently against his dam's shoulder, shifting the weight off of the leg until the soreness dissipated a few minutes later. Once that was gone, he approached the stall door and stuck his nose over the barrier to investigate. He couldn't see much, but beyond the clean scent of the stalls he could smell... other horses? They smelled like his dam, but he didn't recognize them the way he recognized her. He could see flickers of motion from a dark form in the stall across from them. She had the same milk smell as his mother. Maybe another dam? He was curious, but he wouldn't get to investigate for a while yet.

It was about a week before a human came in and slid a halter onto Flinte's head. The door, still a bit too high for Panzer to see over, finally opened. He was unsure, at least until Flinte was led out without hesitation. He skittered out behind her, slipping slightly on the hard concrete. He got his footing fairly easily, and immediately went and stuck his nose into the next stall over. The resident had a filly, new and soft and fluttery. He earned a nip for his snooping from the mare within. At that, the colt skittered back over to his dam for protection and comfort. Panzer wasn't sure where they were going, but he trusted his mother since she was so calm.

The light... it was so bright, so different than the lights in the stalls. The smells were so strange, too. He stepped out onto the grass and jumped when it poked gently at his ankles. It took him a few moments, standing stock-still as Flinte dipped her head down to graze, to process all of the new information. Everything, he decided, was much better than it had been inside. While his dam grazed, the colt darted about in circles around her and the human. He bucked and twisted and danced all over, reveling in all of the new things. Of course, he soon got tired and hungry, seeking out Flinte and her supply of warm, sweet, familiarly-scented milk. Like most infants, he got quite tired after such a big meal and so much exercise, so he simply laid down in the grass for a nap. Now, unlike initially, it felt so soft... [594 words]
Tolter: Panzer Ft. his mother Flinte

[Alledowaya]

DAY FIFTEEN

Username: Alledowaya
Writing: They had been training hard for this day, many hours and weeks went into months and almost a full year of training. His rider was a young redheaded man, the sport was endurance. Their trainer believed them both to be finally ready for their first competition, the dark bay stallion stood proud in his stall as his rider went to go get the trailer and pack everything up. The human was excited, and moved with purpose, he packed his own gear, Falden's Tack, a hay net, and several other small things that Falden couldn't see out of his stall. He disappeared around the corner for a bit, returning with a leather show halter and a lead. The red haired man, Damien as he was called, opened the swinging gate, and took Falden's head into the halter, securing it into place with a buckle. Falden followed him straight away, he was eager to go to the competition, just as his rider was. The trailer was his least favorite part, but he knew that he would rather ride than walk all the way to the competition grounds.

Falden's hooves never hit the edge of the trailer, he was used to the height difference of the floor. Damien latched the ramp up behind him, followed by the doors. He then got into the cab and started the vehicle. Damien sighed, it was a long drive after all.

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He pulled his pickup down the driveway of this years hosts, the great tree lined driveway gave way to a mansion, the stables off to the left. Damien was so distracted by the house he almost didn't see the road curve off, which would've landed his truck in the ditch. He swerved at the last moment, heart stopped in his chest, he drove carefully to where the stables of the place were.

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The trailer ride suddenly had gotten bumpy, the manor's road being gravel, and Falden was not used to it. His hooves jittered on the floor, and he smacked his lip against the bar in front of him. After a bit the way smoothed out, and very shortly afterward Damien opened up the back, "Sorry boy." He said to the stallion before lowering the ramp. Falden carefully backed up and down the ramp, being wary of loosing his footing on the way out. He wanted no chances for his first outing.

The sights, the smells, and the new horses all sent his senses into overdrive, he had never been around so many things at once! Mares and stallions and geldings all in one place to participate in this event. And he was to take part in it, Falden was extremely excited and let out a small whinny to display such. Damien laughed, and took the young stud to his temporary stall.

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A few hours later, Damien returned, a giant smile on his face and tack in his hands. He took Falden to the ring ties, and once he was done grooming him he tacked up the bay horse. In the distance, the loud speakers said, "Up next, our rookies, Damien riding Falden!" Damien took Falden to the starting line, and mounted. With the sound of a gunshot, Falden was off like lightning. The first quarter of the course was a good run, followed by obstacles, and then another, longer run. He cleared the first bush jump with ease, his strong legs covering ground like the world behind him was on fire. Into a stream they went next, the spring was new, and the water level higher than normal. It was easy for Falden, he sailed right through it and continued to the elevated jumps. Next was the long run, and with the finish line in sight Falden gave it all he could. Heart pounding, and with heavy breathing, they managed to get second place. He was ecstatic! A first time competition and they got second? Damien shouted for joy, and Falden was looking forward to the next competition. This might have been his first but it left a mighty impression on him and he could not wait to go again.
Tolter: Falden