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Greying palomino babe ♥

For this babe, I'd like to see a back story about how you found this tolter, where they came from, and how you came to know them, I'd also like to see some art of them coming to their new home. The end date is this saturday, the 17th.



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[Bella278436]

Not entering but I wana see the winner c:

[Half Tree]

Username: Stumpy STMP
Show name: Pinch Of Raw Rocket
Name: Arugula
Age: 7
Gender: Stallion
Back Story: wip
Art: wip

Res. ;u;

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Username: Cannuckkid1
Show name: Looking at Lucky
Name: Lucky
Age: 3-4
Gender: Stallion
Back Story: it was a blistery summer day, the chilly wind whipping at my blond hair...
I had been jogging along a slowly declining trail which led to a steep valley.
I loved going there, mainly because of the beautiful horses that called the place home.
I was just about to exit the tree line where I slumped over onto my knees to catch my breath.
wheezing slightly, I heard a soft snort and I lifted my gaze to widen in surprise.
in front of me was a beautiful stallion, his palomino coat shining in the afternoon sun.
I soon realized I was holding my breath and I gasped for air, causing the horse to back up
cautiously.
I gave a soft coo and quietly stepped forward and extending my hand,
feeling his furry lip graze my palm a soft smile spread across my pale face and my blue eyes
shown with excitement.
I reached back my head and looked up at a cackling starling overhead and my smile grew. the stallion
hadn't gone anywhere and I decided that I was going to tame him, grabbing a red-brown halter from
my sack I began to pet him gently and attempted to slip it over his oval dish head.
the horse had snorted in surprise and stepped away, scratching his broad neck over the bark of an
ash tree, before looking back at me with soft, curious eyes.
I felt my heart melt as I stepped forward again.
this time trying a little harder to get his head through the loop of the halter and he obeyed.
slipping his yellow, beige head through the soft leather to where I clipped it shut.
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it had been a few months since I had caught lucky, the palomino had adjusted very well to his
new home and I was happy to see him fitting in with the rest of the herd.
a soft smile crept across my pale lips as I saw him play with my other stallion.
I would breed him soon, his tender nature and soft eyes always touched people who came to visit.
it touched mine too.
as I reached over the gate and secured my hand around his leather halter I lead him to the back of the barn.
a picnic table and a plastic bag sat In the back.
he nickered softly, catching the sweet scent of apples wafting from the white back and he took a step forward
though I held him still, I sat down on the hard wood, feeling the texture graze my arm as I reached into the
bag and brought out a gala apple and held it in front of the nose of my stallion, he snorted and took a bite,
the foamy juice of the apple beginning to drip down his chin as he crunched down on the red skin, he nickered softly
and nudged me, causing me to jerk a little but I soon laughed.
I loved my new horse!
Art: bop!

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Username: horsemad55
Show name: Stop living in the Past
Name: Fate
Age: 9
Gender: mare
Back Story: In Fates perspective
The night was cold, my mother was weak from the bullet wound to her chest. The sun had almost set and winter was a horrid time to be with out shelter. But we, the horses on the dreaded farm, had always been without shelter, shelter was not known to us. The shelter was the slaughter house, not one wanted to go in there, but they made us. I had watched as foals were ripped from their mothers sides, hoping it wasn't me next, the horses that went in that building never came out again. I was only six months old.

The men here gave no mercy to us, they gave us little feed and less water as the days went on, for a foal like me that was a life time. Some mares had gone dry and other refused to feed their foals as a result of the lack of feed, i had been her for few days and my fate was clear. It was going to be like all the others, one day i would be taken into the large silver building and i would never return again, i would never see my first birthday, i would never see the next sun and i would never die old in a pasture when my time was done, my fate was clear as day.

Slowly the horses left, five at a time sometimes ten, i had given up hope, better just get over with the pain and suffering. Walk in and never return, there was nothing i could do. Many men came and went, chasing horses with their plastic sticks into the big automatic doors that seemed to swallow the lives of thousands, maybe even millions.

My day had come, the men came to round us up. I was alone now, my mother had died from the infection of her wound, the only thing men had taught me was cruelty and pain. But little did i know that my savior was on their way. The men forced us back into a yard as a car came up the drive way, it pulled something behind it that gave off a passing wind that smelt like horse but the smell was faint and hard to decide on. Two men left, leaving one to hold the gate shut, the gate that held our lives before we were killed or we dropped dead from starvation and freezing in the cold.

i stayed in the corner next to my chestnut dams body, she lay there lifeless and it was hard for me to compromise what had happened to her. The two men came back, followed by a woman who didn't seem to have the same intentions as these men, i stayed in the corner, my ribs pressed up against the rusted fence.

She entered the yard that was cramped full of horses that were only skin and bones "There walking skeletons!" i heard her say under her breath, she turned around and must have seen me. My neck and rump all cut and infected, or maybe she saw my mother but to me, humans were all the same. They gave pain and no mercy, suffering and no relief, they saw fun in our hurt. They were all the same to me.

The women walked slowly towards me, I was all bone and had no energy to try and run but for some reason, for the first time in my short pathetic life, i didn't feel the need to run from the woman. Her voice was gentle and soothing, she moved slowly not to scare me, she knew horses, I could tell that this woman would try and help us but they all seemed like that at first.

She stopped some half a meter away from me, she reached into her back pocket and pulled out an apple. It had been so long since someone had treated me nicely, it was almost as if it was some joke. But there was no food and i would have to take my chances, stretching my dusty neck to her hand, I picked up the apple with my soft baby lips. I mustn't of been looking but she slipped a rope halter over my head, that was it, i started bucking but she dragged me out of the yard and i found myself in the float with three other horses. A bay mare in foal, a chestnut gelding who looked beat up and a two year old chestnut colt.


Art: WIP

[dreamwalker]

This tolter should be number #3991 ^.^

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Smol bump pm me of this isn't allowed