[dreamwalker]

This girlie is deaf, as are many horses that have white over their ears.

To try and win her, I would love if you would tell me how she ended up at your stables, and maybe a bit about her past c: Doesn't have to be anything crazy long, just as much as you want to put into it

username: TheToyMaker
show name: TTT Winter's Whisper
name: November or Nova
halter color: A beautiful blue, like her stunning eyes. With a pattern of some sort, perhaps? Be creative. :3
how she ended up at your stable:

Nova came to us in late November one year. The day was quiet and soft, and just a thin layer of frost alighted on the ground as the winter wind's whisper weaved through bare, delicate branches. It really was a beautiful day; chilling, but the sun high in the soft blue sky and the winter birds serenading the day with their melodies chased all traces of darkness away. We had just finished preparing for the harsh winter ahead, the few tolters here all cozy and warm, content with their warm bran treat. We didn't expect to recieve an urgent call from a neighbor in the afternoon, and certainly didn't expect to have a new addition that very day.

Our friendly neighbor, worried voice stuttering, explained that a young mare had been found emaciated and freezing on a hunting property nearby. She didn't appear to have an owner, or as will to survive. She told us the mare was in horrible shape, but the local vet's clinic was packed with animals of all species and there was absolutely no room for the mare.

Of course, owning a sanctuary that cared for every animal, I offered to take her in.

When the rickety trailer pulled up the snowy gravel driveway, we were expecting a skinny, freezing mare. What we didn't expect was for a stunning dunskin tovero to step down as gracefully as she could manage to in her state, beautiful, expressive blue eyes surveying the landscape around her. With apparent effort she held her head regally even with nearly no energy, an emaciated skeleton but proud.

The mare, seeming to be perfectly trained and gentle, walked straight down the ramp. I accepted the lead, thanked my wonderful neighbor, and led the mare into the warm stall that awaited her. I kept expecting her to suddenly flip out, but she stayed still as ever. The stall I put her in was warm and cozy, and she seemed to appreciate that. She seemed to fit right into the mismatched array of tolters here, and her seemingly sweet and proud personality would be a wonderful addition.

Over the next few weeks, "Nova" (it being november at that time) settled in very well and began to gain weight rather fast. She was great with all animals that hung around, and got along perfectly with the mares and stallions. Nova even seemed to have an affinity for the few new foals, and would lovingly lead them around or romp a bit. Everyone here, human or not, quickly became very attached to this beautiful, gentle, proud mare. That spark never left her stunning eyes.

One thing I noticed was that the mare seemed absolutely bombproof. She wouldn't react to any noise, but I knew it wasn't because she was very well trained. Many horses with white ears are deaf, and after a few tests the results showed she really was deaf. Nova relied very heavily on her eyes, and I had to set a few rules about jumping around her; but really, she was still that beautiful young mare that would prance about with a flower crown the kids had made. We had all become very attached to Nova, and certainly didn't want to see her leave.

But, the truth settled on our shoulders. Nova was clearly very well trained, and her owner was no doubt looking for her. We printed out and taped up hundreds of flyers around town, but no one called.

Our spirits began to rise again, at the fantasy of having Nova permanently stay...
But good things never last for long.

It was rather dark, dreary, and cold that day, when the man's truck pulled up our driveway, old cattle trailer dragging lopsidedly behind it. I knew what he'd come for the moment he pulled up; it would be our last day with Nova. The man altogether looked like he definitely shouldn't have a beautiful mare like that, much less could he take care of her. He seemed horrid, even a bit drunk, but waved Nova's ownership papers in my face. It was true, she was his.
Dejectedly, I brought Nova out. She had filled out beautifully, shiny, soft coat gleaming even in the dark. Her proud stance portrayed a mare of nobility; royalty. She had always been so perfect, so sweet, so gorgeous, so proud. I couldn't bear to just hand over her lead, and watch that blue spark in her eyes fade away. I didn't want her to go.

And apparently, Nova didn't want to go herself.

As soon as the mare caught sight of the man, all traces of that sweet, gentle mare disappeared. She violently ripped the lead out of my hands and reared up, eyes blazing. Furthermore, she jetted forward, towards the man with her teeth bared and ears flat back. Nova roared, a sound of rage. It was clear that she hadn't liked the man before, and certainly didn't now. She was absolutely terrifying.

The man thought she was too.

Before I could register what was happening, the man threw the registration papers at me and screamed something about wanting nothing to do with a crazy mare (with a few profanities added in) before clambering into his truck and driving off. Nova even chased the trailer partway down the road before walking back to me, completely and utterly docile. It was like she hadn't just become a raging beast, just stayed the elegant, calm mare as before.

I just stood there in shock as Nova nudged me, and with trembling hands, I picked up her lead and walked slowly into the barn. One thing was for sure; Nova wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

As I left the barn later that day, I turned back to look upon the tolters in the pasture. I saw the familiar dunskin paint coat of Nova, and she saw me too; as I turned away I noticed the flash of bright blue from her eyes.

Nova's been beaten, broken, but she's never given up. That spark in her eyes still shines, bright as ever.

username: TheToyMaker
name: TTT Winter's Whisper // Nova
gender: mare
eye color: blue
dam:--
sire: --

[feverrr]

res i need this in my lifeee :0
This is one of the prettiest Tolters that I've seen in a long while.
This just turned my bad day into a somewhat better day. c:

username: Flurry. The owner of eleven Tolters, and hoping this will be my twelfth.
show name: I like the name 'Feather In My Mane', referencing the small sprout of dark mane.
barn name: 'Riff', as in the musical note. Not sure why, but I felt like it generally fit her.
halter color: Be inspired, by this palette, and add a black feather on the cheek strap, thanks!

how she ended up at your stable: Dusty particles crusted against my skin, wind cupping my cheeks. I squinted heavily, preventing the un-arid matter from scrapping my pupils, as I looked on into the paddocks of Tolters up for auction. A dappled grey mare paraded around, her dusty silver mane blowing slightly in the thermals sweeping around. As she was lead off to her buyer, another horse stepped out into view, a stunning dunskin tovero mare, with a solid strike of dark brown hair shooting through her mane. Her dark grey hooves thudded across the gravelly surface of the ground, cloud of dust filling the air. The heavy thumps of her hooves crackling like thunder, coursing like liquid lightning through the earth. Her eyes ignited with sparks of electric blue, dancing across the icy hue of their surfaces. I raised my hand sharply, sending a cloud of dust floating though the air. The shimmering white of her coat, as unstained as the solid cobalt skyline, dotted with not a single cloud, but only a full glimmering circle of golden glow. The person leading the stunning mare stopped, the tall oaks framing one edge of the paddock dull, the lustrous light drained from the leaves, the veins shining lime, when they shifted into a spot where the sun was able to back light them thinly. The mare's combed mane cascaded thickly down her neck, the muscles in her legs shifting uncertainly. wip

[TheToyMaker]

username: TheToyMaker
show name: TTT Winter's Whisper
name: November or Nova
halter color: A beautiful blue, like her stunning eyes. With a pattern of some sort, perhaps? Be creative. :3
how she ended up at your stable:

Nova came to us in late November one year. The day was quiet and soft, and just a thin layer of frost alighted on the ground as the winter wind's whisper weaved through bare, delicate branches. It really was a beautiful day; chilling, but the sun high in the soft blue sky and the winter birds serenading the day with their melodies chased all traces of darkness away. We had just finished preparing for the harsh winter ahead, the few tolters here all cozy and warm, content with their warm bran treat. We didn't expect to recieve an urgent call from a neighbor in the afternoon, and certainly didn't expect to have a new addition that very day.

Our friendly neighbor, worried voice stuttering, explained that a young mare had been found emaciated and freezing on a hunting property nearby. She didn't appear to have an owner, or as will to survive. She told us the mare was in horrible shape, but the local vet's clinic was packed with animals of all species and there was absolutely no room for the mare.

Of course, owning a sanctuary that cared for every animal, I offered to take her in.

When the rickety trailer pulled up the snowy gravel driveway, we were expecting a skinny, freezing mare. What we didn't expect was for a stunning dunskin tovero to step down as gracefully as she could manage to in her state, beautiful, expressive blue eyes surveying the landscape around her. With apparent effort she held her head regally even with nearly no energy, an emaciated skeleton but proud.

The mare, seeming to be perfectly trained and gentle, walked straight down the ramp. I accepted the lead, thanked my wonderful neighbor, and led the mare into the warm stall that awaited her. I kept expecting her to suddenly flip out, but she stayed still as ever. The stall I put her in was warm and cozy, and she seemed to appreciate that. She seemed to fit right into the mismatched array of tolters here, and her seemingly sweet and proud personality would be a wonderful addition.

Over the next few weeks, "Nova" (it being november at that time) settled in very well and began to gain weight rather fast. She was great with all animals that hung around, and got along perfectly with the mares and stallions. Nova even seemed to have an affinity for the few new foals, and would lovingly lead them around or romp a bit. Everyone here, human or not, quickly became very attached to this beautiful, gentle, proud mare. That spark never left her stunning eyes.

One thing I noticed was that the mare seemed absolutely bombproof. She wouldn't react to any noise, but I knew it wasn't because she was very well trained. Many horses with white ears are deaf, and after a few tests the results showed she really was deaf. Nova relied very heavily on her eyes, and I had to set a few rules about jumping around her; but really, she was still that beautiful young mare that would prance about with a flower crown the kids had made. We had all become very attached to Nova, and certainly didn't want to see her leave.

But, the truth settled on our shoulders. Nova was clearly very well trained, and her owner was no doubt looking for her. We printed out and taped up hundreds of flyers around town, but no one called.

Our spirits began to rise again, at the fantasy of having Nova permanently stay...
But good things never last for long.

It was rather dark, dreary, and cold that day, when the man's truck pulled up our driveway, old cattle trailer dragging lopsidedly behind it. I knew what he'd come for the moment he pulled up; it would be our last day with Nova. The man altogether looked like he definitely shouldn't have a beautiful mare like that, much less could he take care of her. He seemed horrid, even a bit drunk, but waved Nova's ownership papers in my face. It was true, she was his.
Dejectedly, I brought Nova out. She had filled out beautifully, shiny, soft coat gleaming even in the dark. Her proud stance portrayed a mare of nobility; royalty. She had always been so perfect, so sweet, so gorgeous, so proud. I couldn't bear to just hand over her lead, and watch that blue spark in her eyes fade away. I didn't want her to go.

And apparently, Nova didn't want to go herself.

As soon as the mare caught sight of the man, all traces of that sweet, gentle mare disappeared. She violently ripped the lead out of my hands and reared up, eyes blazing. Furthermore, she jetted forward, towards the man with her teeth bared and ears flat back. Nova roared, a sound of rage. It was clear that she hadn't liked the man before, and certainly didn't now. She was absolutely terrifying.

The man thought she was too.

Before I could register what was happening, the man threw the registration papers at me and screamed something about wanting nothing to do with a crazy mare (with a few profanities added in) before clambering into his truck and driving off. Nova even chased the trailer partway down the road before walking back to me, completely and utterly docile. It was like she hadn't just become a raging beast, just stayed the elegant, calm mare as before.

I just stood there in shock as Nova nudged me, and with trembling hands, I picked up her lead and walked slowly into the barn. One thing was for sure; Nova wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.

As I left the barn later that day, I turned back to look upon the tolters in the pasture. I saw the familiar dunskin paint coat of Nova, and she saw me too; as I turned away I noticed the flash of bright blue from her eyes.

Nova's been beaten, broken, but she's never given up. That spark in her eyes still shines, bright as ever.

[hiraeth + hound]

username: infallible.
show name: Sweet Nothings
name: Siloh
halter color: Pastel blue with a black heart on the cheek strap and black buckles. :>
how she ended up at your stable: Found at an auction barn, this sweet girl simply caught my heart with those dangerous nets, AKA those sweet as sugar eyes. ♥

[SunsetPatches]

username: SunsetPatches
show name: SL Elskaðir (Icelandic: 'beloved', because Pría also means beloved ^^)
name: Pría
how she ended up at your stable: No-one's quite sure how Pría's life started. She was born at the Bear Run, that much we know - or at least, we're pretty sure she was.
However it happened, the young filly was barely two when she just... disappeared.
On a stormy night in late summer, inky clouds clotting the sky and darkening by the minute, a trailer and car lost their way amid the forested hills south of the city. The gravel roads were windy, the light long since faded from the landscape, and the car wheeled around each bend, the float behind it fishtailing on the slippery road. The stormy winds seemed to yank the road from underneath, and the humans in the dark car squealed. Their faces, once red with the adrenaline of their getaway, were now white with fear. The storm growled above them, and with a innocuous clink, the bolt connecting the car to the trailer fell in an arc and bounced into the bushes, disconnecting the car from its lashing passenger. The group of humans wailed, losing the prize they'd come so far for, but the storm that seemed to be pursuing them up the mountain with the whole intent of Thor behind it meant that they were in no way going back for the trailer. Back down the hill sped the heavy float, the horse within tilting her ears back with uncertainty when all she could feel was the backwards movement, until finally it hit the bottom with a wheeling, sickening lurch.
Just a day earlier, Pría had been stabled with an array of revoltingly expensive Arabians and prize racers-come-broodmares, and, to tell the truth, mostly forgotten by the matted state of her mane and the ribs showing through her dull coat. The thieves stole into the stables at night, and, confused at her seeming unwillingness to follow their commands, they assumed that this horse must be the racer they were looking for, one with a reputation for sour behavior but a lightning-fast gait.
The crumpled wreckage of the trailer behind her, Pría stumbled forwards, her ears swivelling backwards and forwards even though the only thing she could hear was the crash echoing back through her mind. Through a gap in the fence, two year old Pría could see the coats and taste the scents of the horses in the paddock beyond, and a memory stirred within her of a time long ago, of Iceland's snowy greenery, of her mother and father, of the seemingly millions of horses exactly like her. Her gut twisted, and instinctively, she knew. These were tolters. Not throughbreds or arabians, or little childrens' ponies, they were her tolters.
As delicate as always as she sidestepped the tree that had fallen across the fence, Pría threaded her way through the gap, broken wire glistening silver with rain under the moonlight, one hoofall at a time bringing her closer to... home.
---
Sunset Lodge's trainers were mystified to wake up one morning after a summer storm to a tall, skinny roan mare grazing among their broodmares, but they didn't have time to investigate at first - several of the stud's more mischevious residents had taken advantage of the gap in the fence to go on an 'adventure'. She watched the humans awaken, but Pría waited calmly, nudging the foals softly and greeting the younger mares, graciously but firmly rejecting the stallions' courtship offers, and smiling gently and trying to get an explanation in edgewise as Onnie and Alice regaled her at the top of their lungs about some frogs near the creek.
This is how Pría slotted seamlessly into Sunset Lodge, and how she earned her nickname 'the gentle one'.

tl,dr:
-Pría was mistaken for an expensive TB broodmare and stolen, but the car lost control in a storm and she escaped from the thieves, finding herself at SL.
-Pría's hearing loss is congenital, and not caused by the crash, but her hearing is patchy, rather than completely gone - she can sometimes hear loud sounds through her right ear, and has pretty good hearing in her left.
-Pría's right eye is also a bit fuzzy because of her parents' blindness.

[summer.]

Reserve so hard.

[cowgirlchrista]

mark

[silver ~]

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[heyheygirl101]

username: heyheygirl101
show name: Desert's Last Breath
name: Whisper
halter color: Something like soundwaves... I dunno, be as artsy as you want.
how she ended up at your stable:
Whisper was involved in a tragic accident while out at a show one day, she had been tied to her trailer after the show like all the horses were and was waiting for the ending of the festival that followed the closing of the rodeo, she was used to the bangs and cracks of the fireworks and was not easily scared, however, some young boys about 11 or 12 had been sneeking around the trailers and had thought it would be funny to set off firecrackers near one of the trailers. It was Whisper's trailer that they chose. They set the firecrackers up at the rear wheels right where she was tethered, when they went of not only did they spook her into injuring one of the boys but they also damaged her ear drums causing her to lose her hearing.
After the accident her owner no longer wanted her, she was always spooked and would rarely leave her stable, any quick movements she saw out of the corner of her eye she would spook, and it was just to riskque, so her owners brought her to us, Seasonal Farms. At first Whisper had a hard time leaving the stables but Whiskey, our mare with a lame leg and probably the nicest mare you'll ever meet, started to come into her stall and force her out, by nudging her and playing with her mane. Since then they have become best friends. Whiskey and her companion, Souless, the red wolf, have become kind of her ears and are rather inseperable, they won't even leave the stables without her, we have had to move Whisper to the stall next to Whiskey they are just so close.

And that is the story of how Whisper came to Seasonal Farms and a little bit about how she is now doing, which is much better.

[mooncakes]

username: Sheperd
show name: Native Insurgency
name: Cherokee
halter color: A dark brown, leather halter with silver buckles. Lengthwise on the cheekpiece is an eagle feather.
how she ended up at your stable: Cherokee was like a primitive animal when she was first found in an abandoned pasture. She wouldn't let anyone get near her; she'd always buck and rear. The pasture was unusually small, and the feed and water troughs were empty when the rescuers came. Cherokee was alone. Even the house and the other pens for numerous farm animals were vacant. Carpeting the ground was a mixture of dead grass and dirt. Animal waste was littered all over. The conditions of the small farm were horrendous.

Cherokee's condition was even worse. It was clear that she was suffering from dehydration and malnutrition. It was odd to see her this strong. The bones in her body were visible, and her hip bones were jutting out. Her eyes were watering.

The team slowly approached the mare. Cherokee, however, wouldn't let any of them advance. She felt like a corner animal. Letting out a shrill cry, she bucked and charged at the closest human to her; a young man. Luckily, the man was keeping a close eye on the mare and quickly evaded Cherokee's risky move. The tovero mare skidded to a stop, whipping her head at the group of people and pinning her ears back. It would take a couple hours until she finally gave in to exhaustion.

Cherokee was lifted into the cart. It took forty-three minutes to return to the hospital and rehabilitation center. Cherokee had months of care and attention to go through until she'd be back in tip-top shape.

Over the course of Cherokee's process of recovering to full health, the center learned she was deaf. From her stall, she would be whistled to by the workers, but she would pay no attention to them. Her rear would be turned to them, and she would be drinking water or doing other things, oblivious to her summoning.

I visited the center not too long ago. I was looking for a horse to rescue, and boy, I just wanted to take them all home. It wasn't until I stumbled across this stunning, dunskin tovero mare, that I fell in love. Her piercing eyes looked like gleaming glass in the light, and she just kept a careful and steady gaze on me as I studied her, admiring her gleaming coat. I asked some of the workers for her papers, and there was a brief description of her personality. She was like a wild horse but still loyal and affectionate. She was labeled as a brave and fearless mare.

I visited the center every day of the week in order to get to know her better. I hoped she'd get along fine with my other tolters. And on that very day, I took her home. Since then, she has been a loyal part of my family.