[hiraeth + hound]

Username: Alhena
Name: Oliver
show name: Am I a Psychopath?
Gender: stallion
eye color: Pastel Green (slit pupils, can only pass to 2 children.)
Sire: Richtofen
Dam: Beau

[DeadlyArcana]

//throws glitter all over this post
Well hi there! So I have decided to breed my 2 favorite tolters and oM G FA L L. You did AM AZ IN G. You blended the parents perfectly into this foal ♥️

Alright down to business. Since this is a very special tolter, this contest will be a bit harder then normal. Of course it will be an impress me, you can do art writing etc, BUT you MUST write WHY you want this tolter and how you will continue on the blood lines of beau and Richtofen.

This has no set end date, and I will more than likely have fall help me judge, but fall if you decide to try out (AND I HOPE YOU DO) then I will have a friend of mine help me choose the winner if needed.

It's all very simple and I wish you all luck ;o;♥️

I will put a skeleton form down below, you don't have to use the form but you are more then welcome to use it in your coding and such c8

Code: Select all

Username:
Show Name (please put the meaning of the name if needed):
Barn name:
Gender:
Why do you want this tolter, and how will you continue beau and richtofens blood line with this tolter if you win them?:

[guilttripping]

I FOUND IT HERE

[Arrows]

Username: Arrows
Show Name: A Beautiful Calamity
Barn Name: Corentine
--name meaning 'hurricane, tempest'
Gender: Mare
Personality:
Relationships:
Story:
Art:
Why do you want this tolter, and how will you continue Beau and Richtofen's blood line with this tolter if you win them?: This tolter is absolutely gorgeous. Blue roans have always caught my eye. It's not just about the bloodline and beauty for me, though - I look for if I can connect and create a character. As soon as I saw this babe, I knew. Something clicked so suddenly. Along with this, this darling does indeed have an awesome bloodline - I adore both the parents, and, like many others, Beau is one of my favorite tolters. This is such a beautiful child of them both. Additionally, as a smaller part of this, I have been dying to get one of infallible' positively incredible tolters. You can see the effort they put into each one, and I love that. Each tolter fall makes is special and beautiful!
In reference to keeping the bloodline continued, I already have some ideas. Beau and Richtofen are so special, as is this lovely tolter, so I'd want to keep future offspring precious and appreciated. To begin, it is likely I would search for a mate for Corentine, if I were to win her. I would wait a little, spend some time developing her perhaps. Then, I'd find a tolter I thought fit well with her personality and design, and reserve many of her 10 breeding slots for the pair. I would be quite picky though! In addition to this, I wouldn't mind holding a slot competition for 2, maybe 3 of her breeding slots. As you have been so generous to us, why not give back a little? I'm sure multiple people would be happy to have a slot from such a beautiful tolter! I may also simply hold some of Corentine's breeding slots for a while, maybe forever. A tolter like this shouldn't simply be a broodmare. All her breedings should not be immediate, either. I will adequately space them out.

Ahhhhhh WIP!

[ImogenEquine]

Username: ImogenEquine
Show Name: I'm Not Sorry
Show Name Meaning: It's a
reference to his theme song and
personality (both of which are
later in this form).
Barn Name: Torvald
Barn Name Meaning: His barn
name is an old Norse name that
translates back to "The rule of
Thor".
Gender: Stallion

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Why do you want this tolter, and how will you continue beau and richtofens blood line with this tolter if you win them?:
First of all, most know the fact that I always have a special place in my heart for blue roans, as they've been a favourite of mine ever since I started being around horses. If you know me well on streams, you know that Beau's offspring are some of my complete obsessions. I'm honestly shameless about it aha, I LOVE him so much. I know that Beau's foals are coveted by many here at Bear Run, but having one has been a dream of mine for a very long time. I thought I'd never have a chance to get one, but when I saw this, you don't know how excited I was! And I haven't even mentioned Richtofen yet! He's like the epitome of what I think of when someone says 'Fall's tolters'. A gorgeous stallion like him isn't something you see every day in this community. I'd seen him before, but I couldn't remember his name so I couldn't find him again. Now that I see both together and the fabulous child they've had, I could not have been more thrilled to see that it's also up for adoption! This is finally an opportunity for me to get an incredibly stunning tolter with equally amazing bloodlines! This is a once in a million kind of chance, so I wanted to just say thank you so so so much before I continue with this question's answer. To carry on the legacy of insanely intricate and marvellous coats, I'd be limiting breeding to only the most amazingly designed tolters, like himself, mind you I don't think I'd be doing too many so that the designs would stay rare.To be honest, I'm not sure if I'd be willing to give out slots unless they are to my closest friends here that are very deserving, and I will ensure that the tolter that they choose (if it ever happens) will be up to my high standards.

Theme Song: Dead To Me by Melanie Martinez
Tack: for special occasions / for regular riding

Personality:
He had been taken advantage of. Walked all over. Used by those that he thought were his closest friends. He never really understood why, as he was too young at the time, but he did know one thing; it needed to change. They called him "kindhearted" at first, but that'd changed to "pushover". "Fine, then no more 'pushover'", he proclaimed in his mind. Never again was he to be trodden on again. He decided he was to be like the snow; cold but beautiful. He'd leave the others staring awe at his ravishing coat, but he'd still shut them out. He couldn't help it, it was the only way he'd known how to deal with the problem. Putting up this act was exhausting to him, but he didn't know how to deal with the problem alone.

[Charboo]

Possible Res.

[Jhaveda]

awesome art!

[kalon]

res

[tynahi]

Possible Res

[feverrr]

''raging, broken-hearted, fear-enducing.''

You've broken out in a cold sweat, harsh shivers racking your small, malnourished body. It's day four of your escapade into the dark, mossy forested area next to the stables you once called home. And you've begun to regret it immensely. You'd gladly spend your days eating bland grains from a rusty-handled bucket, if it meant escape from this demented reality. This forest played tricks on your eyes. A silhouette tracing your steps, following you just out of your line of sight. A lantern flickering off to the side, that faded once you worked up the courage to glance it's way. You are far from the magnificent horse you once were. Your once-cold, and calm disposition had softened, rotted away like old wood. All it's left behind is a hollow, tormented spirit. You wish the fear had faded away with your personality, but it's a strong storm cloud, always hammering away at the back of your eyes. You miss your mother's gentle grasp, but have a slightly tougher time trying to wish for your father's stone-cold glare. That is a small part of you, though. You do miss the rather murderous stallion a tiny bit, even if you only met him once or twice. Even Richtofen's crazed stare would be welcomed at a moment like this. No matter which way you turn, in this rather greyscale wood, you never seem to find an escape. It seems endless, unpenetrable. This was a forest of legend, though rather infamous. You should have heeded the warnings about the guarantee of becoming a los wanderer for eternity. You were stupid not to. You miss you're stall, you're cold, hardwood stall, the one that always had too little bedding. You yearned for the aching of your legs as you woke in the morning. That was paradise compared to this utter hell. All you want in this everlasting moment, is to be home.

Day five of this so called 'adventure'. The last two days had been filled with visions, and so many night terrors. Horrifying dreams of spirits you couldn't quite imagine, finally closing in on their fear-paralyzed prey for kill. The visions that the just-unseeable figure was finally catching up. You wished you could just go insane, crumple to the ground and forget it all. Become part of the moldy leaves that littered the mist-shrouded ground. You are covered in scabs and scratches, from the spindly fingers of leaf-bare trees grabbing at your scruffy fur. And you were horribly lonely, not a single soul, that you knew of, had any knowledge of your whereabouts. That was until the half-lit afternoon of the fifth day. You saw a piece of pink cloth, swathed in a coating of grime and dirt. It seemed neon and blinding, against the backdrop of greys. An hour or so later, as the darkening sky was starting to break through into nighttime, you found another part of garment. This one very thin, so small you barely noticed it. A piece once belonging to a small, yellow sock, you presumed. Perhaps you had a friend, in this barren wood? Or perhaps you'd just discovered the uncovered tracks of your hunter. Either way, you planned on finding the cause of these irregular pieces of ripped and torn fabric. Early morning of the sixth day. You'd been tramping through the thick and overgrown forest for a few minutes at most, fresh fear in your mind from the nightmares you'd just recently resurfaced from. And then you saw her. A small girl, dirk-covered, the tips of her fingers stained dark from the mildew that littered the ground and trees. Her large blue eyes were red from crying. She was so bright. Her practically-glowing pink dress was the brightest thing you'd seen in almost a week. Her tiny, shoeless feet wore torn yellow socks. You'd found a friend.

The small girl babbles nearly completely unintellectual concoctions of gargles and yells. You're ears are aching after minutes, but that's fine by you. You don't even try to think up an explanation to why a human infant is in this terrible place. Sure, the child was at first wary of you, scared to be near you. But she warmed up to you quite quickly, and seemed to relish the friendship as much as you did.



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