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When will this be judged?

[summer.]

When will this be judged?

[Potato.]

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username | summer.

tolter name | doin' time
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gender | male/stallion

halter color | white with brindle patches
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personality |


This stallion can't be held down, he is a free spirit. Often times he will run off and explore his surroundings. His curiosity will consistently get the best of him. When he's being held in his stall he will become antsy and nervous. He's a sweet boy with a loving heart and whenever a person will come up to the fence he will brush his head up against them. He loves getting scratched behind his ears but not for too long, mainly because his ears are sensitive. He can be laid back if he wishes to be but he can also be a rowdy stallion. He would never be able to be a stud, he's actually a very loving and romantic horse when it comes to mares. This tends to be a large issue for him since most other equine think he's odd for wanting to have a relationship. He doesn't believe in being a snob or turning his nose up to things, he will eat just about anything you put in front of him, but his favorite food is an alfalfa treat, he will go absolutely nuts for an alfalfa treat. He isn't a competition horse, he's actually an easy going boy who just loves to help out with cattle drives. When in need of a stallion that is easy to ride, mainly for young children, Time is the tolter to go to. He came from a past of Native American owners that would use him in tribal shows. Whenever they would do their dancing routines he would be painted and brought with them for the children to see, this is why he is so good with younger kids.

creative writing |


It was a glorious day with the sun shining and the birds chirping, so Time decided to take a walk. Now, it wasn't technically running away, he just wanted to wander around. So he went down to the abandoned boardwalk. This was his favorite place to go, the old carousel, abandoned though it was still full of wonder and life even with the rust and faded paint. He never truly knew how it looked, but he could imagine what it looked like. He took a step toward the carousel with the faded horses and chipped paint that had once held the laughter of children but now only held the sounds of the wind curling around every corner. There was something magical about the abandonment of it, not the fact it was old but the fact it was never forgotten. The serene sound of seagulls still filled the air around him and the gentle waves splashed against the shore, slow and melodic. It was like a symphony of noises surrounded him and with his heightened hearing abilities this was the best part of his day, just listening. As his hooves clicked atop the cracked and wet asphalt he could smell the mix of cement and rain, it had of course rained recently. He could hear every slight sound made, the light flutter from the leaves on the trees nearby, and how they looked, tall and green feathered with each small and soft leaf that clung to the branch awaiting to parachute down to the ground in the fall. He was lucky to be him, to be able to see the way he did, without seeing as everyone else did. Most never saw the vivid sights as he did. He heard the gentle clicking of a crab snapping his claws not too far off, he naturally knew that a crab wouldn't be too kind to stranger and therefore decided to go in the opposite direction. The cement that had been crumbling began to turn to grass as Time walked further, the blades creating a velvet blanket around his large hooves. This was a new sense now, hearing a song made by a group of birds overhead, nothing could compare to such sweet melodies. Ah, but he had almost missed the chatter of crickets in the distance. His nostrils flared, the scent of a rose bush nearby filling his thoughts with a curiosity like no other. He rememberd how his owner would walk him down to the same carousel and shore, always to listen to the seals, which he thought had described to himself as plump and a tan mixed with an ashen brown color, they were speckled with darker spots, not large enough to notice from afar. He had heard them constantly but now they had dulled down to a whisper, how far had he gone? A crunch of a small branch underfoot made him realize that the far he had gone was too far. He turned around, ready to leave, but had no clue how to leave. Every sound around him began to drown out his thoughts. The once peaceful chatter of bugs sounded like a ravenous chant. He took a deep breath, his mind was racing but he managed to calm himself down and walk back the way he came, every sound becoming his map. Soon he reached the group of trees at which he had entered the forest. It wasn't a large forest which was convenient. His hooves hit the cream colored sand, sometimes the color of a cappuccino when it rained. He didn't know what that was but he knew that it must be wonderful since he thought the sand was marvelous. His ears swiveled, his olive green eyes were flickered over his surroundings. This was his favorite place but he loved being home more. So he slowly began the journey in the direction in whence he had came. The sand that his hooves had been sinking into became more and more like mud. His hooves were caked in soaked sand. He was reminded once again that it had recently rained, the sand was a darker color, almost like caramel. The scenery around him was a vast expanse of trees, almost like a forest by the ocean. It was odd, the clashing scene, on one side a forest, the other an ocean. The sea grass dwindled to a mere blade per couple feet. He stopped in his tracks as a crab skittered past his feet, he wasn't sure what to even think of the small creature, beside the fact that it was a wild looking thing. His mane, fluttering in the breeze, was a sight to behold. His owner said often times he looked as if he had wings rather than a mane. The grass he had been trotting through now began to become less spaced out, the stalks became taller until he was finally in a field. He was almost home. He'd hoped his owner wasn't panicking about him being lost but then again, he did go on his adventures on a regular basis. The battering sound of a seagulls wings sounded overhead as he continued to walk, his cleared mind holding no thought except to keep him from tripping. He carefully zigzagged past all the holes made in the ground by numerous animals up until he reached the white fence that signaled home. His footsteps stopped at the sight of his herd mates running to the fence to greet him. He nuzzled the horse's heads and whinnied. He liked exploring but being home with his herd was better.

theme songs | day is gone - noah gunderson & the humbling river - puscifer

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[summer.]

ooooooh thank you! ^-^ he's lovely!

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his children that i'm aware of;;
((just to keep track while i set up his page))
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