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The anticipated secret 5th racehorse moo has arrived - "Death Blossom" aka "Gabrielle"
It is up to you whether or not you keep this name.

To those wondering where they could've found the clue to this moo, her name was revealed in my Day 7 Sideshow Alley prompt:
Here.





For this adopt, tell me a little bit about her. Maybe its how she got her name, or how she grew up. Maybe its a memory of some sort, or her general personality. It can be anything you want!
This prompt can be completed in either writing or art form.

edits:
on edge (eye/expression) - c
coloured sclera - UC



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ends on 23 May, 2020!

[BiscuitTheDog]

im dropping outttt
in the end i,, couldnt connect :')

Username: BiscuitTheDog
Name: Gabrielle
Gender: heifer
Prompt: shh wip

[Namida_☾]

Aaaaahhhhh I’m in love!!! Will I enter? Not sure yet, but still. I’m in love omg she’s precious you did an amazing job!!!

[♔Voltaire♔]

Username: ♔Voltaire♔ | Name: Nightshade | Gender: Heifer

Prompt:

I cannot recall when I first became conscious of my abilities, or how I even came to know I had such a talent. All I know as that the moment my employer saw me nestled in a patch of nightshade, my life would be altered in ways beyond my darkest nightmares; leading me down a dark and umbrageous road dimly lit with suspicious characters and a false sense of security.

I have no recollection of who I was born to, or where I hail from. Those memories are insignificant now- such memories my employer argues would weaken my resolve and cause me reason to stray from his orders. What matters now is the preservation of my undying loyalty to him and the commitment to use my abilities to protect him in exchange for food at my table and a roof to shelter me from the elements. My line of work consists of providing security, acting as a loyal proxy, and most importantly- sensory paneling- for I have the ability to survive even the most noxious of toxicants known to man. As said previously, I am unable to remember how I learned of these abilities, but as long as I possess the ability to protect my superior, that is all I will endeavor to focus on.

Viscount Leister. An arrogant, self-indulgent gentleman who's rather self-preserve than put his mortality on the line for even his own children. The man who gave me shelter- the man who gave me my name and forged me into his perfect weapon; formidable and tactical. Conniving, secretive, strategic and devoid of emotion; Viscount Leister is a demon no man or woman would dare forge a contract with. If I knew then what I know presently- I would have never let him take me in his arms and give me lodgings. I am his trophy, the object of his sinister and faux affections. He takes pride in having me under this pads of his calloused fingers, and makes that clear to his "esteemed guests", and in turn- me. Those he works closely with compliment me on my skills, envious that I belong to the Viscount and not to them; and Leister relishes in their bitterness, taking in their disgruntled sighs and resentful glares in his direction, proud of the fact a treasure such as I remains tight in his possession.

Meetings with new partners consists of the Viscount and myself visiting many towns and countries, all of which contain men as evil as him and would want nothing more than to wipe him from the competition and claim everything he owns, including myself. They know of me, know of the power I hold when it comes to knowing their true intentions- and it instills the fear in them to not even think of poisoning any of his meals. I am the first to taste everything he will soon ingest, my tongue and body the shield surrounding him. There have been occasions where business partners will contact me or attempt to get me alone in order to bribe me to fake a clear taste-test in order to debilitate Leister. Call me weak, because regrettably, I fear of what may happen to me if I attempt to do such a thing.

My name is Nightshade, derived from the deadly flower and the berries it produces. It was given to me by a man with baby blue eyes cloaked in a veil of shadow, dry hands and dirty fingernails stained with the blood of his adversaries. I belong to him, I play his games and perform on the stage he sets for me; until the curtain falls and he takes his last bow. Until then, I remain the pawn most valuable, his silver lining between the living and the dead.

[chanhee.]

Username: besieged
Name: mariel
Gender: female
Prompt: hehe

[Micki.]

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Username: Micki.
Name: Hemlock
Gender:
Prompt:

ahem hello big mark

[honeybunchesofoats]

Username:honeybunchesofoats
Name: Viper (Gabi)
Gender: heifer
Prompt:

Viper is not a nickname Gabi would have chosen for herself, but it is something that has undoubtedly stuck with her. Her job is all but conventional and she needed an alias to protect herself. To be honest, she's not sure how she had stumbled into the profession of killing, but this was her life now and there really was no going back. She acquired the name from her boss, an old and chubby man with a salt and pepper beard who demanded she come up with something catchy, recognizable, and fearful.

Quite frankly, she didn't care what others thought about her. She just wanted to get her job done and do it well. She came across as cold, unforgiving, and downright mean. Her face locked in deadpan, eyes laced with poison, made her a frightening sight, especially to those about to meet their end. To some further from the cities she usually traveled to, she had also come to be known as Death Blossom but that "didn't ring as good" to the beer-bellied man.

However, life was not just about being an assassin for her. Viper quite enjoyed using the money she got from her profession buying lavish things for herself, whether that be designer clothing or fancy electronics, nice vacation homes on beaches with clear blue oceans, and exquisite sweets from around the world. She thrives off of the idea of traveling to new places to discover new fashionable and tasteful things for her wardrobe and her stomach.

She's had to put on many a persona to blend in with her surroundings, as much as she liked to wear colors and pops and intricate designs, sometimes she had to drop her fantastical wardrobe for something more subtle and suitable for the job. One of the most memorable of these was when she dressed as a jokey for a job at the horse racing track. Dirt was caked to her designer boots, the only piece from her usual attire now ruined, she huffed as she shuffled through the slush near the stables. The things she did for her job.

Viper rolled her eyes but, there wasn't much she wouldn't do for a new name brand skirt and a box of fresh macarons.

[metanoia.]

Username: metanoia.
Name: orchid
Gender: heifer
Prompt: res with grew up in a lab and got tested on and her eyes only let her see people as ghosts now

[Winter Shores]

Username: Winter Shores
Name: Nyx (Gabrielle)
Gender:Heifer
Prompt:

When Nyx was younger all her friends were afraid of the dark. Always afraid that something was lurking but she found peace in the dark. There was nothing to be afraid of in general. Naturally they were only born with two fears, loud noises and falling. She indeed was afraid of those things but she never understood the fear of the dark. Growing up she found comfort in the silence that the dark woods brought. It calmed her mind and gave her a moment to breath.

HOW SHE GOT HER NAME
When Nyx grew up and moos heard her story they started to call her Death Blossom. Most moos who didn't know her or the story always questioned why she got the nickname. Moos tried to stick up for her too until they found out the real reason behind the nickname. Nyx knew the reason as to why she was called this and it didn't really phase her.

Someone had told her that there was an edible purple flower in the wods that would bring her good luck. Nyx wanted to be happy in life and she felt like she alway sneeded luck to accomplish that. Never in her life had she had good luck, so this intrigued her. She listened to them carefully, to the directions they gave and the way they describe the flower and the way it tasted. Excited, Nyx left that evening to go deep into the woods to find the flower. She could feel her heart beating loudly in her ears from the excitement. Her legs pulled her around the forest quickly. She searched the woods for hours but she couldn't find anything. She sat down defeated, tears forming in her eyes threatening to fall, as she sat there her eyes scanned the woods and when they did they came across the most beautiful purple flower ever. She jumped up quickly and raced over to it. Without a thought in the world, or more of a thought for the explanation she was given, she plucked the plant from its stem and shoved it into her mouth. She was quick to chew it because it had a bitter taste. The world grew dark around her and she felt like she was suffocating. The world was spinning in every direction and when she closed her eyes to get a grip she fell down.
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Nyx woke up in the hospital days later, she had been fighting the poison off no stop and she felt so weak. But things felt different. Everything seemed different. There were whispers around the room, shocked gasps. She couldn't understand she was simply who she had been before except with luck. When she sat up she froze because the face in front of her was not one she remembered but one she had seen in books a thousand times. It was the ghost of a dead moo, a famous dead moo, they sat right in front of her on her bed. The ghost explained everything about how she ate a dangerous plant and now how she can magically see ghosts and spirits and the evils that run the night. She didn’t like this. This was not the luck that she was looking for. But that wasnt the only thing. Her body felt heavy and deep down inside her mind she could feel something else. Someone else.

[DigitalLinx]

Username: DVTProject
Name: Gabrielle
Gender: Heifer
Prompt: WIP!
Dropping out as I don't have inspiration! Good luck to everyone else