[Khans]

This is an impress me comp ^^' Go full out~
comes with a pre-made double bridle<3 Examples Boop Boop

PS: I like originality, cleanliness, sharpness, pastel, grey-scale, in depth story lines, gifs, and art~

Username: Chibi~Predator
Name: Galantis// Gale
Gender: Stallion
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[gremlin]

(Personality)Jefferson seems happy go lucky, he acts like he hasn't a care in the world, but really, he's in pain. If Jefferson was human, he would just smile all day. He feels dumb beacuse he only acts happy. But he's scared no one will like him if he shows his feelings. Someday he's going to break, he's gone mad, hence his name. Perhaps doomed to forever lock his feelings away in a cage. He is often bullyed, and thought to be stupid or incapable of doing anything. He seeks to find someone who will treat him as an equal.


Jefferson was done, he was just done. The stupid, imbicilical humans, they didn't get it. The other horses didn't get it either, were they really that stupid? He felt his eyes burn, he wanted to destroy somthing, he wanted the world to feel his rage. He bucked his stall gate open and ran out in a fury. He ran around the barn, upsetting the others, but he didn't care. He was sick of them, he wanted them to leave him be, he didn't want to be a part of their antics, of their name calling, and bullieing, he wanted them to leave and never come back.

Jefferson had been running for about an hour around the pasture. The stupid humans still hadn't noticed the commotion he had caused. His legs were tired, he didn't want to run anymore, but he felt trapped, and he felt chased. Chased by his demons, by the names he had been called, trapped by colums of scared flesh when he had been bitten and broken. Jefferson colapsed, his legs burning with pain. and then he cried. Just cried, cried about all the bullying, about being chased away from the oats and the hay, about the humans never caring and never seeing. As tears flowed from his eyes, the pain began to lift, not by much, but he felt slightly better as years and years of bottleing his feelings up were released. As it turned out, bottleing his feelings up had made him feel worse. without that damn smile, without his head held high, while he breathed in the night air, he felt like a real horse, who had feelings beside depression and sadness.
He felt stronger, and he knew that it didn't matter what the other horses did, he was strong enough, he could buck them away if he had to. He was sick of being not just at the very bottom of the pecking order, but being ganged up on. It. Would. Not. Happen. Again. This much he knew. His tears that had been held back for so long, now flowed freely, watering the dusty ring where he sat. His tears were the product of opression and weakness, that Jefferson would remove entierly from his being. Jefferson finished crying and found himself unusually calm. He walked back to his stall and fell into a sleep.




I've been smiling for all this time
My eyes are burning now
Tears beg to be released
But I'm not stopping now

I'm giving up
Ok I'm done
My smile's gone
My tears have won

You're mad they say
And perhaps I am
I don't care
I'm done smiling
I'm ready to cry


It's a weight off my chest
I feel so free
So real
So, not me
I've been hiding all my life
from the tears that threatened to drown me


And now I know that I might drown
But I don't really care
My mouth was hurting from all the false smiles
And grins that I flashed
But now I'm free

[feverrr]

I am in love with this tolter. ;o;

Username: flurr
Show Name: tbd
Barn Name: tbd
Gender: mare

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Least Favorites: wip
Biggest Fear: wip
Biggest Dream: wip

Why Are They Crying: wip

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[iBrevity]

withdrawing; I think a few users here has a far stronger attachment to her than me c:

[heyheygirl101]

Res!!

[vincent,]

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name broken generation
call names azrael, azzie
his age eleven years old
gender stallion | he/him
halter a pre-made bridle
build 14 hh - lanky, chub
coat sooty buckskin roan
markings snow-cap appy
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first impress. strong, tough
pos traits loving, romantic,
gentle, a softy, easy-going,
intelligent, decent listener,
he wouldn't even hurt a fly
neg traits sorrowful, quiet,
clumsy, spooky, fragile on
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ｆｒｉｅｎｄ & ａ ｆｏｅ
the cool inseparable duo
best friend mr walkaway
the two tolter enemies
his greatest foe déjà vu

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orientation pansex, biro
crush shh.. totes not lost
mate doesn't have one yet

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[waverly,]

res cx

[rook.]

username cairo
name Fool's Gold // Pyrite
gender stallion
halter double bridle
personalty
why is this tolter crying?
The new born foal stumbled to his hooves just as the sun came up over the horizon and began burning off the thick fog. He blinked, an odd blur settling over his eyes. He blinked again to no avail, stumbling a little towards the dark shape that smelled like warmth and milk and softness. The little foal nosed his way to the mare's stomach and latched onto a nipple, suckling happily. His eyesight already worsening.
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Pyrite could see only in vague greyscale shapes. He could make his way around the stables but struggled with the changing landscape of the pastures. Jogging along the fence was the only safe form of exercise he could get but Pyr didn't mind much. He knew he was different from the rest but Pyr has never known anything else. Feeling particularly frisky early one morning, he decided to stretch his legs and canter, maybe even gallop for the first time off a lead. The pasture had been emptied for him and he pranced happily at the end of his lead as he was brought to the large meadow. Once inside he was released. Pyr tossed his mane and, keeping an eye on the fence, started his morning off. He increased his speed, going from a trot to a fast-paced canter, the white picket fence a constant, comforting blur in his peripheral vision. Just as he dared to stretch out fully, a dark shape dropped in front of his eyes. Pyr startled, rearing up on his hind legs unsteadily. The dark shape moved with him, as if it was on his eye itself. He dropped down and reared again, terror spiking in his veins and panic clouding his mind. His hoof slipped as muscles not used to such strain gave out, his head hitting the semi-frozen ground hard. Pyr shook his head, dazed. He could hear the hurried footsteps of several stablehands as they approached, could even smell the sweet scent of hay and the sour sweat off them but not even a shimmer of light. No shapes no blurs not even a shade of gray.

m a j o r w i p

[Thelastsilhouette]

Username: thelastsilhouette
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