[Desmond]

Well, this one turned out cute. cx

Username: Freedom!
Tolter's Name: A Warm Red Autumn // Dahlia
Gender: Female
Halter: Surprise me; I can't decide on a color and I know you're good at that cx

[iBrevity]

Username: iBrevity
Tolter's Name: A Warm Red Autumn // Dahlia
Gender: Female
Halter: Surprise me; I can't decide on a color and I know you're good at that cx
First Autumn:
When Dahlia was a child her mother told her how she'd gotten her name. They walked among a maelstrom of leaves, all turned this way and that by the wind, flashing red then brown then orange then green. Some had collected in her mother's mane and lay tangled in her hair like ornaments.

"I named you Dahlia for my favorite flower," her mother said suddenly, looking askance at her foal. Dahlia pranced in the grass, her tiny hooves crushing the dead patches into a fine powder. The wind picked that up too, whisking it from the ground and along a complicated system of currents. "There's a bed of them down here."

"Really?" Dahlia asked, ears pricking forward. She half-ran while her mother walked, galloping circles around her, mimicking the wild movements of the wind and leaves. "How do you know?"

Her mother smiled. "It was my favorite place as a child," she said demurely, "And I would like it to be yours too."

The wind had a slight bite to it, a chill that wound fingers in Dahlia's thin coat and laid kisses of frostbite across her flanks. She shivered as if to clear them and canted her head at her dam. "What do dahlias look like?"

"They're red," her mother said, pressing her whiskery nose to Dahlia's neck, "Like you."

Dahlia's excitement grew. As they walked her mother explained to her that while there were many kinds of dahlias, her favorite were the red ones that grew during autumn and winter. "'It's nice to see color," her mother said, "When everything is turning brown." She told Dahlia that she'd first noticed the flowers when she was her age, and had loved them ever since. They grew wild, ignored by the ranch hands, and her mother admired them for that.

As they crested a stout hill and Dahlia kicked leaves that flew up between her spindly legs her mother said, "Ah, there they are. Just as I remember." Dahlia lifted her head and peered at the swatch of red that had caught her mother's eye, a great gash in the earth caused by erosion or lightning or something Dahlia was too young to fathom, and full to the brim with enormous red flowers. They crowned short stalks and leaned towards the soil as the wind tugged on their petals. Dahlia ran to better see them and marveled at how close their colors were, at how right her mother had been.

"I first saw them when you were still very small," her mother said, coming up behind Dahlia. "You were too young to know them and then the season was over and they were gone. I'm glad they're back this year."

Dahlia wandered among the flowers, the heavy blossoms tickling her sides. She was small enough that she did not disrupt the flower bed, only left tiny crescent moons in her wake. "When you leave here," her mother began slowly, wanting to impress upon her child the importance of this but not burden her with it; she took a deep breath and went on. "When you live somewhere else I want you to remember these flowers, Dahlia. They are important."

Dahlia stared at her mother and nodded. "Yes mommy."

Her mother touched their noses together and lipped at Dahlia's fine ears. "Remember that when things are hard and cold and seem hopeless, there is color somewhere. There is life growing even under the snow. Do you understand?"

Dahlia looked back down at the flowers, fallen leaves crowding their stems and soil. She squared her shoulders and nodded once more, firmer this time. "Yes, mother," she said. "I understand."

[OutdatedBoombox]

Username: Chibi~Predator
Tolter's Name: Fallen Times//Fall
Gender: stallion
Halter: brown
First Autumn: Fall's first autumn began with a sneeze. The little colt skittered along next to his dam into the pasture on the crisp, cloudy day. His confusion intensified when he saw the trees were orange. He bolted about, leaping and stumbling while his dam looked on with mild amusement.

"Momma! The trees are weird!!" The colt bleated once he had skidded back to her side

"Yes, Fall, when the leaves change that means summer is over."

Fall's ears perked, "So summer left?" He queried. His dam responded with a gentle yes, and the colt leapt about with excitement, "What's the time that comes after summer called?"

"Autumn, little one, also known as Fall. Because the leaves are falling."

"So like me?"

The dam chuckled and nodded before laying down in the shade of an old oak, on a pillow of the orange leaves. Fall soon joined her side and folded his spindly legs to snuggle against her flank. The older mare groomed her son, her final foal, while she rested in the shadow of the ancient tree. She couldn't help but be amused by his peppy curiosity, something she hadn't seen in so long. It brought a softness to her face that wasn't very common anymore. She watched over him as he fell asleep against her flank, bending in with the orange and red of the leaves they laid on.

[Henry is Bae]

Username:Henry is bae
Tolter's Name:Autumn leaves Fall // Falli
Gender:Mare
Halter:autumn colors please
First Autumn:


This is gonna be the horses view.

Falli's First Autumn

I stood in my stall looking out the stall window, I saw different colored leaves Fall from massive tree's. The leaves where from Brown, Orange, Yellow and they where so beautiful I winning as I wanted to go play in the leaves. My owner came and led.me out into the autumn day and put me in the paddock and there where leaves in it. I winnied and played around in the leaves, I loved them. This was the best day of my life. But I had to clear the leaves to eat the green grass. I winning with joy as I witnessed my first autumn.

I skipped to my dam and she winnied to me"How do you love the leaves?"she asked"they are amazing!"I answered with joy. I got down and rolled in the leaves and I was happy. I winnied and winnied, till we had to go in. But I stood my ground as o wanted to play with the leaves more. I winnied and winnied but they won and I had to go in. Well that was fun, I said to myself as I snorted I wanted to go back out but I couldn't as the crisp night took over I had to wait till tomorrow
I sighed as I tucked my legs under my body and I drifted off to sleep and dreamed of the autumn leaves.

[guilttripping]

Username: OvercastKid
Tolter's Name: Twilight Longview 'Minority'
Gender: Mare
Halter: Black
First Autumn:

Minority's first autumn was an exciting one. She was born on the first of October among the golden and red leaves. She spent that Autumn playing and digging up leaves, causing mischief wherever she went.

[heyheygirl101]

Username: heyheygirl101
Tolter's Name: Season of the Witch // Pru
Gender: Mare
Halter: Black with the Gaelic sign for trinity. Each piece a different autumn colour
First Autumn: Pru's first autumn was not fun. She had been enjoying the warmth of summer, and the safety it held. But, slowly the leaves started to change, the days started to shorten, and everything started to get colder. Pru liked warm and this new cold feeling was something that made her wish for summer every single day. Pru learnt very quickly that she hated Autumn, all of it, but the leaves. Now the leaves they were a sight to watch, the shift from green to yellow/orange to red to brown. It all was so amazing to the little fillies eyes, but sadly it could never make up for everything else wrong with Autumn.

[rook.]

Username: Rio_98
Tolter's Name: Fall Burns Red // Auburn
Gender: mare
Halter: dark grey with an orange leaf on the cheek strap please
First Autumn: Auburn was born in the spring, surrounded by light and green and life. The first time she stepped outside to dull leaves drooping lifelessly on the trees, she ran to the them in a panic.
"Momma! Momma! Come quick, the leaves! There's something wrong with the leaves!"
Auburn's dam ambled over calmly. "Aub don't worry, the leaves are fine."
"No! No they're not! Look! They're... they're brown!"
"Yes sweetheart, they're supposed to be brown. See, trees are like phoenixes. In the summer, they thrive bright and green but as time goes on, they turn brown. The leaves fall off in the winter but every single spring, they come back for us."
"Really?" Auburn stared at the trees with the sort of serious reverence that only one so young could have. And for the rest of her life, she held a kind of respect for the phoenixes her mother told her about.

[Desmond]

Username: iBrevity
Tolter's Name: A Warm Red Autumn // Dahlia
Gender: Female
Halter: Surprise me; I can't decide on a color and I know you're good at that cx
First Autumn:
When Dahlia was a child her mother told her how she'd gotten her name. They walked among a maelstrom of leaves, all turned this way and that by the wind, flashing red then brown then orange then green. Some had collected in her mother's mane and lay tangled in her hair like ornaments.

"I named you Dahlia for my favorite flower," her mother said suddenly, looking askance at her foal. Dahlia pranced in the grass, her tiny hooves crushing the dead patches into a fine powder. The wind picked that up too, whisking it from the ground and along a complicated system of currents. "There's a bed of them down here."

"Really?" Dahlia asked, ears pricking forward. She half-ran while her mother walked, galloping circles around her, mimicking the wild movements of the wind and leaves. "How do you know?"

Her mother smiled. "It was my favorite place as a child," she said demurely, "And I would like it to be yours too."

The wind had a slight bite to it, a chill that wound fingers in Dahlia's thin coat and laid kisses of frostbite across her flanks. She shivered as if to clear them and canted her head at her dam. "What do dahlias look like?"

"They're red," her mother said, pressing her whiskery nose to Dahlia's neck, "Like you."

Dahlia's excitement grew. As they walked her mother explained to her that while there were many kinds of dahlias, her favorite were the red ones that grew during autumn and winter. "'It's nice to see color," her mother said, "When everything is turning brown." She told Dahlia that she'd first noticed the flowers when she was her age, and had loved them ever since. They grew wild, ignored by the ranch hands, and her mother admired them for that.

As they crested a stout hill and Dahlia kicked leaves that flew up between her spindly legs her mother said, "Ah, there they are. Just as I remember." Dahlia lifted her head and peered at the swatch of red that had caught her mother's eye, a great gash in the earth caused by erosion or lightning or something Dahlia was too young to fathom, and full to the brim with enormous red flowers. They crowned short stalks and leaned towards the soil as the wind tugged on their petals. Dahlia ran to better see them and marveled at how close their colors were, at how right her mother had been.

"I first saw them when you were still very small," her mother said, coming up behind Dahlia. "You were too young to know them and then the season was over and they were gone. I'm glad they're back this year."

Dahlia wandered among the flowers, the heavy blossoms tickling her sides. She was small enough that she did not disrupt the flower bed, only left tiny crescent moons in her wake. "When you leave here," her mother began slowly, wanting to impress upon her child the importance of this but not burden her with it; she took a deep breath and went on. "When you live somewhere else I want you to remember these flowers, Dahlia. They are important."

Dahlia stared at her mother and nodded. "Yes mommy."

Her mother touched their noses together and lipped at Dahlia's fine ears. "Remember that when things are hard and cold and seem hopeless, there is color somewhere. There is life growing even under the snow. Do you understand?"

Dahlia looked back down at the flowers, fallen leaves crowding their stems and soil. She squared her shoulders and nodded once more, firmer this time. "Yes, mother," she said. "I understand."

Love that imagery. <3 Congrats!

[iBrevity]

Oh thank you <3 I'm so excited to have a pangare tolt and such a precious one too cx Also you did amazingly on the halter, B, it's perfect for her c: