[DeadlyArcana]

Username: lyrebird
Show Name: dare to dance the tide
Barn Name: garth
gender: stallion
halter: surprise?

[j. bourne]

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casually gonna try for this >^>

[chaton,]

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Ｙｏｕ  ｋｎｏｗ  ａ  ｄｒｅａｍ  ｉｓ  ｌｉｋｅ  ａ  ｒｉｖｅｒ

Ｅｖｅｒ  ｃｈａｎｇｉｎ＇  ａｓ  ｉｔ  ｆｌｏｗｓ

Ａｎｄ  ａ  ｄｒｅａｍｅｒ＇ｓ  ｊｕｓｔ  ａ  ｖｅｓｓｅｌ

Ｔｈａｔ  ｍｕｓｔ  ｆｏｌｌｏｗ  ｗｈｅｒｅ  ｉｔ  ｇｏｅｓ

Ｔｒｙｉｎｇ  ｔｏ  ｌｅａｒｎ  ｆｒｏｍ  ｗｈａｔ＇ｓ  ｂｅｈｉｎｄ  ｙｏｕ

Ａｎｄ  ｎｅｖｅｒ  ｋｎｏｗｉｎｇ  ｗｈａｔ＇ｓ  ｉｎ  ｓｔｏｒｅ

Ｍａｋｅｓ  ｅａｃｈ  ｄａｙ  ａ  ｃｏｎｓｔａｎｔ  ｂａｔｔｌｅ

Ｊｕｓｔ  ｔｏ  ｓｔａｙ  ｂｅｔｗｅｅｎ  ｔｈｅ  ｓｈｏｒｅｓ．．．

username; lyrebird «» name; dare to dance the tide «» a.k.a; garth «» gender; stallion «» halter; surprise?


The dawn of his life was... well, not very dawn-like. Garth came into this world blind, a premature colt in the heart of winter. Before he could even see, he was taken from his mother and put in a place with... well he couldn't tell you what it looked like, but he knows for sure it was uncomfortable, the smells burned his nose, and every so often there would be a sharp prick at his coat.

But he kept on living. What else could he do?

He stayed in this place for what seemed like forever, but for humans it was only a month. A month and a day, and he began to see. He didn't know what colors were, but he knew what he saw hurt. Bright everywhere, what humans would call white, everything was clean, and there were tubes everywhere.

With his vision, came movement. Unsteady attempts at getting to his hooves. This... felt natural, he was meant to be doing it. Within minutes, he was up and steady. And still he was kept in this unnatural place, this white-walled prison.

And still, he kept on living. He was too far now to do anything else.

Days past, and finally he was allowed to go outside. The sky was vast, a huge expanse of blue stretching so high over his head he didn't think he could ever jump high enough to reach it. And the ground was covered in something white, and though the color sickened him by now, he couldn't help but roll in the cold stuff as soon as he was let out of the arms holding him. There was a sound, a neigh, and he perked his ears. He knew his mother's voice anywhere.

Another neigh pulled him to his feet, nearly colliding head-first with a solid, warm chest. His mother! He pranced around her, eventually going to suckle, as his instincts told him to. But... he found no milk. Instead, he was given a sharp knock to the head, and a shrill warning from his mother.

But he still pushed on, determined not to give up now.

Days, months, a year passed, and he grew into a strong yearling, and was sold. His new family was a lovely one, a young girl and her parents, and all three very obviously loved each other. He and the girl became fast friends, though as the days went on... a strange smell grew about her. He tried to tell her, to tell her parents, but the stupid humans wouldn't listen, and there came a day when... there were no more rides, no more cubes of sweet oats and molasses in the morning, no more weight of a saddle. The couple couldn't bare the sight of him, and sent him away to be sold.

Now, he almost wanted to give up. But he had to go to the end, see if things got better.

And they did! He was bought by his birth home, reunited with his mother, and started under training for cutting. And things were great for a long time! But... he started to notice the number of horses grow smaller, until even his mother was loaded in a shiny white trailer, and he never saw her again. This cemented his hatred of the color white, and that made it even harder when it came his turn to be sold, thrown once more into auction as if his life meant nothing.

Reluctantly, he kept moving forward, though it was hard.

Finally, it got better. He was bought by a lovely woman, and he was taken to a place far away, and arrived at a little island that housed a large equestrian center named Songbird Acres. There, he became fast friends with the horses, and finished his cutting training.

Now, he was glad he kept on living, saw it to the best years of life. He was happy, finally.

[rook.]

Username: Rio_98
Tolter name: Sky High // Sky
Gender: mare
Halter: something sky related?
Extras: wip

Withdrawing, goodluck to everyone!

[>> Leafstorm515]

Username:
>> Leafstorm515
Tolter name:
It's too Late // 'Apollo
Gender:
Mare
Halter:
A soft salmon color with brighter pink stripes
Extras:

Gonna do some art for her ;u; so pretty. Can you maybe give the base color
hex codes?

[DeadlyArcana]

^ yes I can!

[~:Saddles&Bridles:~]

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[fawn-]

resresresresomgres

Username: Fire-Rose
Tolter name:
Gender: mare
Halter:
Extras:

[Coffee Cat]

Username: Lightsigns
Tolter name: Miracle
Gender: Mare
Halter: Metallic silver color with beads shaped as roses
Extras: Sometimes wears a rose behind her ear. She has exstreme speed, and is very loyal. Can have trouble hearing because when she was a filly, Miracle was hit by a car. She was bruised all over but hence her name, she lived. With no other extreme injuries, they named her Miracle.

[Corviidae_]

Username: IzzyPlays
Tolter name: Among The Ashes [Ash]
Gender: Mare
Halter: Black and orange
Extras: [WIP]

Lineart by Shekla [Done in PaintTool SAI]


Lineart by DikkeBobby [Done in MSPaint]
[Note- The markings probably are not exact, I sort of got tired of drawing as it got later in the night and slightly stopped trying to make it perfect]