[hiraeth + hound]

This is the 2/9 Themed Tolter. This one is vintage!

Reversed lacing can only be passed to 2 foals. It is a 50/50 chance the lacing will be reverse.

Username: Inupait
Show Name: Hearth and Home
Barn Name: Vesta
Meaning:"Goddess of the hearth"
Gender: Mare
Eye Color: Faded Pastel Ice Blue

[DeadlyArcana]

Username: Zand
Name: Marilyn
Gender: Mare
One Decoration/Item You'd Add To This Tolter: This bird if not then this stop watch, it can go around her neck c:
Personality: On the outside, this mare is a sweet, intelligent, sensitive, generous to a fault type of gal. She loves kids and she loves participating in events or helping others. Marilyn is a tough and strong hearted mare, she stands up for what she believes in and what others do too. She stands by anyone's side and will support them through anything. She is the type of person you would want in your life to cheer you up when ever you are down. Though on the inside she has anxiety and problems accepting herself, she stands in front of mirrors for hours and picks out all the little flaws on her body, others say her markings are a gift or they are beautiful, but to her they are the things she hates. She's afraid that she isnt 'perfect' enough for anyone, though others loves the way she looks. Marilyn is humble and not selfish, she gives and gives until she can give no more.
Halter Color: Something like this?

[Obsessed]

Ressssssss

Username: Obsessed



Name:
I Like The Eight-Track (It Takes Me Way Back) // Daisy Duke
Gender:
Mare
One Decoration/Item You'd Add To This Tolter:
A rainbow peace sign charm! Or a cassette tape charm! If that's alright.

Personality:
Daisy Duke is a laid-back mare. She likes cassettes, acupuncture, Hula girls (she has one sitting in her stable, and she pokes it with her nose to watch it bobble), and jumping beans. She has a pet rock, given to her by her owner, and when explaining something, she often pauses to ask, "Can you dig it?" Daisy Duke doesn't like competing, and would rather 'make love, not war'. She's all for peaceful relations and actively groups with other horses like her. She likes rainbows, star-gazing, and airports. She likes to sprint across the field without a halter (gasp!) when she can get away, though she usually returns rather meekly not too long later. She likes but doesn't quite get the technology of today, and still prefers old to new. She has the bad habit of eating mushrooms she finds and must be carefully watched, but she's very friendly. She's free-spirited, an 'all-natural' horse who can tolerate when others don't do things the way she does and accepts individual differences.
Halter Color:
Sepia and/or Rainbow

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yoυ can'т нιde yoυr lyιn' eyeѕ
and yoυr ѕмιle ιѕ a тнιn dιѕgυιѕe
ι тнoυgнт вy now yoυ'd realιze
тнere aιn'т no way тo нιde yoυr lyιn eyeѕ
________- lyιng eyeѕ вy тнe eagleѕ
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aвoυт нer:

ѕнow naмe:
ι lιĸe тнe eιgнт-тracĸ

вarn naмe:
daιѕy dυĸe

нeιgнт:
13.3 нн

lιĸeѕ:
peт rocĸѕ, acυpυncтυre, ғrιnged veѕтѕ,
raιnвow aυraѕ, peace, dιѕco parтιeѕ,
нυla gιrlѕ, ғlowerѕ, and мιхed тapeѕ,
ғlower crownѕ and daιѕy cнaιnѕ

dιѕlιĸeѕ:
vιolence, нaтerѕ, вrown aυraѕ, norмal
rocĸѕ, norмalιтy, new тecнnology,
тнe вarn, conғιneмenт, and вeιng alone

qυιrĸѕ:
eaтѕ мυѕнrooмѕ, нaѕ a peт rocĸ ιn нer
ѕтaвle, ѕleepѕ ιn тнe ѕυn, danceѕ,
ғaυх-ѕнy, ѕeeѕ aυraѕ, won'т ѕнow oғғ
wιтнoυт ѕerιoυѕ proddιng, overly
aғғecтιonaтe, 'all-naтυral'

neaт ғacтѕ:
• нer вarn naмe, 'daιѕy dυĸe' coмeѕ ғroм
вoтн тнe naмe oғ a popυlar тv cнaracтer
ιn тнe 70ѕ aѕ well aѕ тнe ѕнorт jean ѕнorтѕ
тнaт were popυlar dυrιng тнaт тιмe.
• нer ѕнow naмe, 'ι lιĸe тнe eιgнт тracĸ' coмeѕ
ғroм тнe caѕѕeттe playerѕ ιn claѕѕy carѕ тнaт
coυld нave eιgнт caѕѕeттeѕ ιn тнeм. тнey
were nιce!
• тнe 70ѕ are reғerred тo aѕ a golden
era ғor нorѕe racιng! ѕecreтarιaт lιved ιn тнe
70ѕ, вeιng parт oғ тнaт eхcιтeмenт, ғroм
1970 тo нιѕ deaтн ιn 1989.
• ιn тнe 1970ѕ нιppιe popυlarιтy ѕpιĸed вecaυѕe
oғ a ѕong вy joнn lennon! нowever, aт тнe end oғ тнe
vιeтnaм war ιn тнe мιd 1970ѕ, ιт ғaded.


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нαvε үσυ нεαя∂ αвσυт тнε ηεω ∂αηcε cяαzε?
ℓιsтεη тσ υs, ι'м sυяε үσυ'ℓℓ вε αмαzε∂
вιg ғυη тσ вε нα∂ вү εvεяүσηε
ιт's υρ тσ үσυ, ιт sυяεℓү cαη вε ∂σηε
үσυηg αη∂ σℓ∂ αяε ∂σιηg ιт, ι'м тσℓ∂
נυsт σηε тяү, αη∂ үσυ тσσ ωιℓℓ вε sσℓ∂
ιт's cαℓℓε∂ ℓε ғяεαк! тнεү'яε ∂σιηg ιт ηιgнт αη∂ ∂αү
αℓℓσω υs, ωε'ℓℓ sнσω үσυ тнε ωαү

αн ғяεαк συт! ℓε ғяεαк, c'εsт cнιc
________-тнεмε sσηg, 'ℓε ғяεαк' вү cнιc

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Daisy Duke was a happy horse during the 1970s - a time with it's own joys and troubles like any other time. Her owners were those 'new aged' hippies, and she was often subjected to wearing fringed horse vest, headbands, rainbow colors, and eating strange so-called healthier foods. But she didn't mind; in fact, she loved it! It was exciting for her. Plus, she loved her two owners no matter where they took her or what they did. Sometimes they went out into the wilderness for months at a time, living off of the land and singing around the fire each night. Daisy Duke never had any problem with it. Other times they lived in cities, with Daisy Duke living in a backyard and walked down streets, despite the number of humans who yelled at her owners. Those times never lasted long, and they traveled a lot. Trinity, her girl-owner, would sometimes ride her alongside the big colorful van
for a few miles down the road. Sometimes it was was her boy-owner Rocky. Sometimes Daisy Duke was in the trailer. But either way, she was happy. That is, until they were staying up north. Her two humans went out and left her for the day. She heard many angry humans, saw what looked to be hundred of them from the cramped backyard, but their voices faded. Daisy Duke waited...and waited...and waited...but they did not come back. A group of humans found her, took her somewhere else, where she was vaccinated and dewormed for the first time (and hated it; she would have rather eaten the different herbs she was given). Daisy Duke was re-homed, and consequently began bouncing from home to home. She wondered what happened to Trinity and Rocky, and she later learned they were 'arrested', whatever that meant. Finally, finally, finally, years later, she was settled into a home, with other horses, and humans who stayed in one spot (which she didn't like but couldn't complain about). And finally, finally, she met and got to truly bond with other horses and people. The pang of missing her first humans began to fade over time, and she now is happy, again, though others call her a 'hipster'. Huh! She thinks of herself as pretty groovy.

[Dopey333444]

Username: Dopey333444
Name: The Wind Takes Me Back//Elizabeth
Gender: Mare
One Decoration/Item You'd Add To This Tolter: I'm not really sure what would look nice, so you don't have to add anything.
Halter Color: Up to you c:
Personality:

The Wind Takes Me Back

Elizabeth is head strong and prideful before anything else. If you've offended her, that's that.She does not hand out second chances any day of the week. She is kind and generous to her friends, but if you aren't in that category, then you are simply an 'associate.' It's not that Elizabeth is trying to be mean. On the contrary, she cares about others feelings deeply. But after being hurt by many humans (and stallions), she simply could not take anymore, and to protect herself, put on a mask. And it just so happened to be that this mask was cold and callous to anyone not known personally. This is unfortunate to the children that want to pet her during her work, especially since her human is the same way.

Elizabeth is a jumper. It's known all over the world. Her human had taught her the moment he could, and so Elizabeth was at shows jumping. And her human was such a flirt with the noble woman, it ashamed Elizabeth deep down. But She never showed that, being the prideful creature she is. She honestly loves her job of jumping and couldn't ask for a better one. She loves the feeling of flying. She always loved good competition too, though she couldn't ever bear to lose. When she did, she would raise her head even higher than the winner and trot off the grounds.

But all of that is nothing compared to Elizabeth's greatest joy, which is when her flirt of a human allows the ladies to take her. They always put on lace and clip her hair in strange intricate designs. Then Elizabeth would take each one around the town. She loved to hold her head especially high and make her legs come up a little more than usual, never failing to catch most attention. And all the ladies would shower her with attention afterwards, stroking her nose and petting her back ,running fingers through her mane in a soothing way. All these things made those days the most anticipated.

(Ugh, I tried okay?)

[.Foxtrot.]

mark

[ruberiot]

WIP <3
Username:
Name:
Gender:
One Decoration/Item You'd Add To This Tolter: A dream catcher charm (WIP)
Personality:
Halter Color:

[paradise,]

fall you kill me with your tolters cx

res!

[rook.]

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username; cairo.
name; Vienna
gender; mare
decoration; xx
halter; pale pink with silver buckles
personality;
Vienna is an equine embodiment of a
fairy. She loves pretty things but she
has the bad habit of considering any-
thing and everything ugly as useless.
She's the popular horse in the stable,
the one all the stablehands fawn over,
which is how she likes it. If another
tolter starts receiving more attention
than her, she'll physically push the
other out of the way to remain the
center of attention. She's something
of a diva and values beauty over brains
or character. Most would call her vapid
and shallow, with good reason, but she
truly does come to care about those
she is close to. For all her negative
qualities, she is loyal to the end.

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companions;
Aria & Calliope
Vienna has a soft spot for cats, especially sick or injured ones. Over the years
she's nurture two back to health, Aria and Calliope. When she found Aria the
calico cat was just a kitten, barely old enough to leave her mother. Vienna
made a fuss until the little cat was allowed to stay with her in her stall as she
recovered. About a year later Vienna happened across a sickly gray cat who
was thin as a rail. She took Calliope in as well and the cat was quickly fattened
up. Ever since, both cats have loyally remained by Vienna's side. Sleeping with
her in her stall, trailing her to the meadow and watching her in the ring.

short story;
The one thing Vienna hates most of all
Aria's sharp claws pricked Vienna's hindquarters as the cat stretched leisurely.
Vienna snorted in irritation and flicked her tail but otherwise remained still
so as not to dislodge the sleepy calico. Aria hopped down and scampered off
to find breakfast anyway as the barn door was slid open. Vienna hung her head
out her stall, ready for her morning kisses but the stablehand who entered
looked flustered and passed by without even a glance. With an offended squeal
Vienna turned away, ready to throw a fit when she heard the truck engine turn
over. That could only mean one of two things. She would either get to show off
at a competition or she'd be showing off in the parade she'd been practicing for
with her rider. Either way, Vienna quickly shook off her earlier grudge and
waited impatiently at her stall door to be let out. After what seemed like an
eternity to the diva, a stablehand slipped her halter on and lead her out into the
hazy morning light. She loaded easily behind Nyx and North, the two she was
usually paired up with for this sort of thing. The trailer jerked a bit as the truck
started moving and Vienna was already bored.

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The truck pulled into the lot that had been left empty for them and all three
horses were unloaded. Vienna pranced with excitement, taking in the sounds
and sights of the parade preparations. Next was the pampering, Vienna's very
favorite part. She groomed from head to toe before getting decked out in pale
silver. Her rider adjusted a few last buckles before mounting just in time. They
made their way towards the starting point and got into formation in front of
the two darker horses. As the parade started, Vienna led the procession down
the street, prancing gracefully and tossing her mane for those watching.

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As the parade reached it's end, Vienna relished in the fact that she had been
the center of attention and looked forward to the well deserved treats and
adoration she would be receiving at the end of this. The riders dismounted
and led the three sweaty horses back to the trailer where they'd be
celebrating before heading home. As they reached the lot, the stablehands
greeted the riders enthusiastically, as usual, but instead of gathering around
the horses to chat and give treats, they tied the three of them up and
huddled around one of the stablehands who recently had looked like she's
swallowed a beach ball. They were all cooing over some tiny, fat creature
that reminded Vienna of a gross, wriggly larva. She didn't get a single treat.
And from that moment on, Vienna has despised every human child she came
across with a passion.

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[sprig]

Username: vintage rose
Name: An Ivory Veil // Lucie
Gender: Mare
One Decoration/Item You'd Add To This Tolter: a ribbon in her tail that matches her halter
Personality: Lucie is a very quiet and dainty seeming mare. She keeps to her small group of friends, and doesn't make new ones easily. She is very uncomfortable with talking to people she doesn't know, and never knows what to say. However, this is all just on one side of the tracks. Once you get on the other side, she is completely different. She is silly, sometimes loud, and very very giddy. Lucie loves to tease in a very friendly way with her friends and they all know her well enough to not take offense by the things she says.
Halter Color: whatever you think matches her!

It's me so obviously I'm trying out. :')

[guilttripping]

Username: Wentz.
Name: Twilight The Lights We Chase, The Nights We Steal 'Artemis'
Gender: Mare
One Decoration/Item You'd Add To This Tolter: Maybe a small crescent moon pendant on her headcollar somewhere, since Artemis is the goddess of the moon.
Personality: Artemis is independent, strong willed and brave. She won't take orders from anyone and can be very bullheaded. She thinks before she speaks and is very reasonable and fair although she can be cold and harsh at first.
Halter Color: Black with silver in it somewhere.