username ;; New Nimrod97
name ;; Rambo
gender ;; stallion
eye color: brown
dam: -
sire: -
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Artist | Potato. [gallery] |
Time spent | 15 minutes |
Drawing sessions | 2 |
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New Nimrod97 wrote:username ;; New Nimrod97
name ;; Rambo
gender ;; stallion
halter ;; A bright red with cobalt blue edges and white metal rings.
food ;; snow cream [[ fluffy white snow mixed with eggs, sugar, and vanilla extract ]] ;; It was a cold winter day in Arizona, uncommon and had come unexpected, the snow had heavily coated the earth around Rambo as he stood ridged in the barn, refusing to budge out into the white mysterious surrounding. How could something so delicate keep so much hidden? He disliked the cold, and he made it clear to the young lady that was now pressing against his rear, trying we hardest but the large stallion didn't even budge, instead snorting. The young woman soon grew frustrated, looping his lead rope around a stall beam and with one last look of disgust with her incapability to make him move, she headed inside. Rambo turned about boredly as he eyed the barn he had forever lived in, then his head turning back around at the sound of tires as a large pearl coated truck came up close to the barn, blending into the snowy landscape around. He flattened his ears in displeasement as he stepped back slightly, snorting once more as a man got out, and took a quick glance in his direction before jogging into the house. It wasn't but ten minutes maybe until the woman and man returned outside, a large silver bowl in the lady's arms as they ran I to the barn, smiles on their faces as they laughed and with two silver spoons ate whatever the contents were. Rambo took in a deep breath hoping to identify the scent, it oddly smelled like various things he had experienced through his life but mixed all into one. The woman seemed to have forgotten about the moody stallion as she and the guy talked and laughed, setting down the large dish and they went to inspect his stall door that he had busted apart earlier this morning. He flicked his ears forward in interest as he drew closer to the whiteness that the bowl contained, leaning his broad head down he touched his nose to it, flinching in surprise by the cool touch. Rambo took a cautious step back as he heard the lady call his name, knowing he most have done something wrong. But he was so curious... Waiting for the humans to turn away once more, he took the opportunity he had been waiting for, his large pink tongue lapping at the coldness, and the sweetness instantly had him hooked, his ears perched high on his head as he quickly ate every last bit of if, the bowl looking as though if were perfectly clean. He hadn't wasted an ounce of the liquid treasure. The moment he finished he nickered, pulling his head to the right enough for the lead rope to come undone, and he stepped outside, sticking his head down into the snow and licking it up, but to his disappointment it was nothing like the lovely substance he had discovered in the bowl.
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