- 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
His love
Cannot be bred!
Username: Vinson
Name: Subtle Music Fills Our Ears//Harrison
Halter Color: a nice faded green, which was once the same green as his bow tie, but its been sun faded and weathered, with a bit of wear and tear
In his perspective, tell me the story of the green bowtie: 531 words
When she showed him the bracelet their humans had made out of the rose, he had been overjoyed, happy that his gift would last forever. They spent their days lounging in the pastures, watching visitors go by, and training for dressage, which they absolutely loved, especially when they were together. The sensation he got when her pelt brushed lightly against his - he loved it. He loved her scent, her beauty, her warmth, her compassion and kindness - Charlene was beautiful, and he felt like the luckiest stallion in the world with her by his side, promising to stay for eternity, always loving him. In turn, he promised the same thing - he would stay with her for as long as they lived, and even after they were no longer in this world. He would love her forever, and their love would stay strong, no matter what was thrown in their way. They would clear the obstacles together, no matter how tough they were - their love was stronger than anything.
They were currently standing in the pasture, watching a train of shiny black cars roll up the drive, long, fancy, clearly expensive. They had no idea why these people came, but they did, and there was always a steady flow of them, in and out, every night. The pair approached the fence, watching as the doors to the shiny black cars - which, by the way, were now coated in a nice layer of dust - opened and people in expensive looking clothes stepped out daintily. Most of them went straight to the main building, but a few of the braver ones came over to the fence and decided to pet the horses. Harrison and Charlene enjoyed their hesitant, gentle strokes, and Harrison closed his eyes and relaxed as a younger boy rubbed the whorl on his head - Harrison's little spot. You pet him there, he would fall like putty in your hands.
Until he heard the rip of fabric, and suddenly Charlene had turned quickly and stepped a few little steps out in the pasture. The man who had been petting her let out a cry of frustration as he looked at his ripped clothing and missing bow tie. He glanced to Charlene, shook his fist at her, and walked away, beckoning the boy to come with him. Harrison looked at Charlene with confusion showing in his eyes, and Charlene let out a muffled nicker, thrusting her head right next to his, slipping something around his neck, onto his shoulders. Charlene let out a proud little sound, glad she had given Harrison a gift back.
The green bow tie looked perfect on his graying pelt, and he came close to her, nickered a quiet thank you, and nuzzled into her neck. Surprisingly it fit his shoulders, and he loved the way it stood out on his body, like Charlene's blue rose, and then he realized - she hadn't just given him a gift back, she had confirmed his love for her. By giving her the rose he had asked a question, by giving him the bow tie she had answered. And her answer? "I will love you forever, my dear, no matter what happens."
In his perspective, tell me a story from when they first met as foals: 427 words
It had been a lazy few days after he was born, spending all of his time pressed up against his dam, questioning everything thrown at him with vigor. He enjoyed his time in his dam's stall, but the one thing that bugged him was that he couldn't see out of it. He could hear everything, listen to every single conversation going on around him, but his eyes yearned to see what happened out of the stall when he couldn't see it. He knew there was a new foal, but he hadn't seen it, or smelt it. He hadn't seen it in the pastures, or when he was coming back from pasture. All he knew was that there was a foal in the stall across from him, and that was it.
He decided to be brave one day and try to talk to it when he heard it gave a squeal at its dam. 'Hello there,' he said, a bit loudly as he wanted it to hear him clearly. There was an odd pause of silence before he got his answer. 'Hello, I'm Charlene. Who might you be?' It asked, and suddenly he knew that the it was a she - her nickers so feminine and lady-like, even her name. He liked her name. He whispered it, rolling the sounds off his tongue, pressing his teeth together, experimenting with the word. He loved the way it sounded when he said it. 'Fair day to you, Charlene. They call me Harrison.'
Their lives went on like this for another week or two, talking to each other, their conversations quiet, enjoyable. They never tired of the other's voice, and they often caught themselves pushing away a desire to actually see what their new friend looked like. Little did they know, the owner had been listening to them converse and decided that they should be taken to pasture together to meet each other. Harrison let out a yawn as mother's halter was put on, the lead rope clipped onto it, and the stall door opened with a creak. He took a step forwards, but paused suddenly as the door across from him was opened and out bounded a beautiful young filly stepped out, her green eyes so perfect, her body so petite and delicate looking, and he knew that her name, Charlene, definitely fit her. She was the most beautiful filly he had ever seen, and a smile tugged at his lips as he heard her voice once more, but now he had a face to match the dainty sounds to.
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.
