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username: .Lone Wolf.
name: Doin' Time
gender: Stallion
eye color: green
dam: -
sire: -
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[SpartanAmethyst]

Reserve; Do you have an end date in mind? c:

[j. bourne]

username: Amnesia
name: Count Me Out (Courtney)
gender: Mare
halter color: Purple
favorite flower: Iris
favorite season: Spring
favorite band: Evanessence

[BluebonnetBree]

Dropping out :3 good luck to the others and congrats to the winner

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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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[Miavinn]

What a pretty baby <3
I can't find the muse or connection.
Congrats to the winner c:

[bears]

pιcтυre тo вυrn

username;;
Mother Of Bears

name;;
Picture To Burn
[rusty]
[smoky]

gender;;
Stallion

halter color;;
Tan with black designs like this.

height;;
14hh

Things to listen to while your reading, and that fit with Rusty beautifully~
Something Bad
American Kids
Growing Backwards With Time
Rusty sticks his tongue out when he's been running for a while
Rusty wiggles his lips when he's thinking
Rusty oversteps, and needs bell boots
Rusty loves animals big and small, but hates squirrels
Rusty gets really confused when you try to ride him using an English saddle
Rusty would rather spend a day in his stall alone with his human than an afternoon in the pasture with other horses

Few could say Rusty fits his names. He knows every knook and cranny of the estate, right down to the cats nest in the hay shed. He has little time for chatting, and is always hard at work. Whether it be training or roping, or just walking around with a little one with tiny boots on his back, he is never still.
He isn't shy, he just doesn't have a way with words. When around the other horses he can stand near them, but he usually says nothing and averts his attention to the nearest person with a determined look on their face, and rope in their hand.
He doesn't work well with people who are too drawn into themselves, but with people much like himself. Hard working and independent.
You would think that a sweet southern boy like him would know plenty about romance. Most stallions spend their afternoons looking pretty and courting mares. But to Rusty, devoting everything to one person is frightening. It's like dropping everything to just stare at this one mare. Really, all he needs is a mare who can show him what it's like to love someone, but in the business of being a cow horse, she might have a hard time.

Rusty is a hard working cow horse, and wakes up early every morning to do the same things everyday. He's the hardest working horse on the estate, but isn't proud of anything except for his work. He moves the cows from pasture to pasture, and helps with the cattle drive where he can.
Then after breakfast, he will sometimes goes down to the oak lined creek while the sun is still low behind the mountains, at that perfect time when the smooth water mirrors the sky, and the entire creek is alive with light.
On days off, he will sit in his stall and enjoy sleeping peacefully. Or maybe stand in the midday sun, knees locked and eyes half closed. Either way, so long as nothing is amiss and everyone is happy, Rusty is happy too.

The rules of the range are simple at best
Should you venture in that habitat.
Don't cuss a man's dog, be good to the cook
And don't mess with a cowboy's hat.

Please do not use his personality or his backstory or anything else unless you ask me.

[Charboo]

RES

[Lady Poppy]

username:Alaskabi
name: Her name is just at the top of this =)
gender: I think she should be a mare.
halter color:Green as the eyes ,please

Her favorite is the dressage.She sometimes does some steps even when she is out on a ride,making her owner laught. She loves to do everything dressage related,and rarely placing on other place then the 1st,in those competition kinds.

Favorite summer activity:

She loves to ride on the beach,and splash at every single water she see,her owner often returns home completley wet,or wet and having sand all over him. Yup..she also love to play with the sand. Actualy her FAVORITE part is to go in the water,make herself wet as possible ,then go out and roll in the sand. She also loves her ball..tough this ball might result some falls,but this does not stop Evie. She actualy return to it with even more want to squish it.

Personality: Evie is calm mare and most of time won't hurt anybody or anything. She have a temper tough.. Alot tryed to make her do things she does not want doing wich resulted her doing them like she haven't or not doing them at all.Also there can not be any roses around the place she is,as she have the awful habit to get the flowers and play around with them,wich results one thing: Alot bushes but no flowers.She is also very loyal and have respect in any older horse then her,she loves to run around with the others and groom their manes.
She doesn't like the lazzy horses and when she see someone lazzy she just go to him and start nicker until he/she get up and start do something "useful" ...Even tough she is kind and nice horse,she does not really like the kids,she think them for little creatures that does not know what they want. ..She would not hurt them tought,she would just make them not want ride her anymore if they try do it once.

Favorite season: Winter and summer.
Favorite dressage steps/Gaits:Piaffe,Pirouette
Favortie treat: Apple

Favorite sentence/Quote:“Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.”

Pictures/Gifs you might enjoy:

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[finoodle]

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username: B L A Z E
name: Athena
gender: Mare
halter color: <-- This sort of calico spotted cream background design would be lovely

personality: Athena is a bouncy girl who wants to have fun. Her enthusiasm towards everything helps her set goals and work hard to achieve. Athena is one to take everything as a compliment and let nothing bring down her attitude. Her flaw is that she is over confident, and lets herself gets carried away. When she is not in her fun mode she is compassionate and very kind.

history: Athena is your average mare, well almost... When she was a small filly she was separated from her mother and herd by a cougar attack. She was chased over steep mountains and was almost caught until another mare came along. The old mare saw her in distress and saved her. From then on she stayed with the mare until one day the mare disappeared while on a trip to get a drink. She still does not remember what happened but from then on she has moved from loner group to loner group spending the years trying to find a stallion that would take this bouncy girl in.
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Wip <3