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Username; Legendari
Show name; Jar of Hearts
Barn name; Annabelle
Gender; Mare
Berries; -
Hearts; -
Icing; 1
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Annabelle's a shy and introverted horse. She tends to avoid social events or
'gatherings', whether they be with humans or with horses. Because if there's one thing that Annabelle hates most - it's being looked at. Annabelle hates feeling stares on her back, eyes following her wherever she goes. She's always been a bit insecure, so being looked at brings on a sense of anxiety that she would well like to avoid. When Annabelle's in a social interaction of any sort, there's a 98.5% chance that she'll say something awkward or do something clumsy. For example, take a conversation she had with a handsome stallion:
Stallion: Hey there! Annabelle: *breaks out into a sweat and squeaks*: Er, hi!
*proceeds to clumsily trip over her own hooves, crash into the stall door, and whack her head against a beam* Stallion: *slowly backs away, turns around, and runs* She always finds a way to make the situation awkward, or to just plain embarrass herself. This Valentine's day, a different stallion asked her to be his Valentine, and Annabelle just so decided to stand there, gawking at him before the stallion got nervous and dashed away. She hates being the responsible one in situations, because it's likely that her clumsiness or awkwardness will lead the situation to a failure, which will get her blamed. Annabelle says one of two things when people confront her: a. whatever's on her mind, because her mouth works faster than her mind OR b. nothing at all, because she's too shy and nervous to say anything, which creates a big awkward elephant. She's also an observer of things around her. Because she doesn't speak much, Annabelle sees the small things that nobody else does: Barely visible sunlight filtering in through the trees, a small butterfly landing on a leaf three feet away, the exact point in time where the sun dips below the mountains. Besides the concrete things, she can also see the good in others, even when they can't see the good in themselves. [A quote: "The quietest people have the loudest minds."] Put aside her awkwardness, her clumsiness, her quietness, and you have a loving, caring tolter. Although it seems likely that she can't, Annabelle puts effort into helping others and being kind. She especially enjoys little things - babies in general: foals, fillies, and other baby animals. She enjoys being motherly because babies, frankly, are adorable, and it gives her a sense of responsibility [which she lacks]. When it comes to emotions, Annabelle's very emotional - she wears her heart on her sleeve. She can be easily hurt because of her insecurities. Yet sometimes, when she's not necessarily strong, she can lend strength to others, an interesting quirk about her. She's selfless and would rather help others achieve greatness then have herself achieve greatness. She's a wonderful friend, always trustworthy, always there, but not always the most responsible. [apologies! that was a random mumble-jumble of words but I hope it still gave you a clue about her personality!]
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✔ baby animals
✔ pink
✔ vintage things
✔ beautiful flowers
✔ quiet music
✔ sweet treats [strawberries, apples]
✘ loud noises/music
✘ deep water
✘ dark colors
✘ socializing
✘ people looking @ her
✘ thunder [it spooks her]
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Nyctophobia is a phobia characterized by a severe fear of the dark. It is triggered by the brain's disfigured perception of what would, or could, happen when in a dark environment. Definition credited to Google.
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Annabelle's all-time favorite place to go is a small, secluded sea cave on a beach. She enjoys spending long, lazy days in the Benagil Sea Cave in Algarve, Portugal. She lies on the soft sand, skylight streaming in through the top of the cave, listening to the tranquil sound of the waves crashing against the beach. It calms her down and renders her free of all stressors in her life. Sometimes, she might frolick in the water for a bit, before returning to the cave to lay in the sun and dry off. Other time's she'll bring Fiona with her, and the two will relax in the cave or have a fight in the water. Nobody knows about the cave besides Fiona and Annabelle - it's her own personal paradise.
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When in need of advice or a friend, Annabelle will always turn to Fiona for help. Fiona's the exact opposite of Annabelle: Cocky, confident, and a social butterfly. But opposites attract, right? The two balance each other out. Fiona has more experience in the social side of things, so she tries to help Annabelle learn what to do in situations. Fiona will always stand up for Annabelle if she's ever being hurt or picked on. Another thing: Fiona sometimes has anger problems when she'll obliterate everything in her way. Annabelle does her best to calm Fiona down, to stop her for terrorizing the whole barn. They chat sometimes, but very little - their relationship is actually one of mutual understanding, and less talking. They just understand each other, so well, that not much needs to be explained in words. Overall, they're the best of friends and one can always count on the other.
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❝Hands, put your empty hands in mine
And scars, show me all the scars you hide
And hey, if your wings are broken
Please take mine so yours can open, too
'Cause I'm gonna stand by you❞
❝Oh, tears make kaleidoscopes in your eyes
And hurt, I know you're hurting, but so am I
And, love, if your wings are broken
Borrow mine 'til yours can open, too
'Cause I'm gonna stand by you❞
❝I'll be your eyes 'til yours can shine
And I'll be your arms, I'll be your steady satellite
And when you can't rise, well, I'll crawl with you on hands and knees
'Cause I... I'm gonna stand by you❞
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You, Therefore
You are like me, you will die too, but not today:
you, incommensurate, therefore the hours shine:
if I say to you “To you I say,” you have not been
set to music, or broadcast live on the ghost
radio, may never be an oil painting or
Old Master’s charcoal sketch: you are
a concordance of person, number, voice,
and place, strawberries spread through your name
as if it were budding shrubs, how you remind me
of some spring, the waters as cool and clear
(late rain clings to your leaves, shaken by light wind),
which is where you occur in grassy moonlight:
and you are a lily, an aster, white trillium
or viburnum, by all rights mine, white star
in the meadow sky, the snow still arriving
from its earthwards journeys, here where there is
no snow (I dreamed the snow was you,
when there was snow), you are my right,
have come to be my night (your body takes on
the dimensions of sleep, the shape of sleep
becomes you): and you fall from the sky
with several flowers, words spill from your mouth
in waves, your lips taste like the sea, salt-sweet (trees
and seas have flown away, I call it
loving you): home is nowhere, therefore you,
a kind of dwell and welcome, song after all,
and free of any eden we can name
~Reginald Shepherd
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Annabelle's trusty companion is a baby sloth. The sloth, named Emilio, is a mischievous lil bugger. His favorite thing to do is play pranks - however, it can be hard because people usually see him coming. He doesn't let that hinder him, though. He's played some pretty good ones, including a prank where they tied a rubber snake to a string and let it hang where Annabelle's rider, Charlotte, would see it. Charlotte was thoroughly terrified of snakes, so they thought this to be fitting. It worked, with Emilio holding the string in place atop a cabinet, and Charlotte ran off screaming bloody murder.
Emilio's humorous and cracks great jokes along with playing good pranks. He can always make Annabelle laugh. They trust each other wholeheartedly [which is what I'll explain in the 'story' part of my form. c:] Fact about Emilio: He's stuck in "PPS" stage - he doesn't age, therefore forever remains a cute baby.
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Charlotte glanced at her watch: 5:56 pm. Time to ride. She decided to bring along Annabelle, a young mare just recently accustomed to riding. It'll be good practice, Charlotte thought. She hurried over to the stables, and tacked up a fidgety Annabelle. They quickly rode out into the evening.
Not a minute into their ride, the sky released a torrent of rain. It came down in sheets, drenching horse and rider within seconds. Annabelle hated rain, so she half-bucked and refused to go any further. Suddenly, a frack of lightning echoed through the sky, followed by a boom of thunder.
Annabelle lost it. She rain blindly into the rain, nervously skittering and crashing into the occasional obstacle. Every so often, a fresh crack of lightning would illuminate everything down below with a blinding light. The rain descended from the heavens - cold and bone-chilling. Charlotte prayed that she wouldn't be bucked off and held on tight.
But Annabelle's observant eye caught something on the side of the road. She came to a screeching halt, and pushed against the angry wind to reach it. Charlotte, curious, lifted her head.
There, by the side of the road, was a small sloth, shivering violently from cold and nearly passed out. Annabelle frantically began nudging the sloth and tossing her head at Charlotte. Charlotte, still half shocked at finding a baby exotic [for she'd never seen one before] animal on the side of the road, quickly picked up the sloth and tucked it in her jacket. But Annabelle kept nudging at the bundle in Charlotte's jacket. Charlotte, confused, finally took the sloth out of her jacket and placed it on Annabelle's neck, where it clung tight. She hopped on Annabelle's back and turned her around. They raced at break-necking speed back to the stables.
Once inside, Charlotte gave Annabelle a good rub-down and covered her with a horse blanket. She pried the sloth off Annabelle's back with some difficulty and looked at it. It was small, undoubtedly very young, and was now fast asleep. Annabelle gently nudged the sloth, and Charlotte set it on Annabelle's neck again. Annabelle, finally content, drifted off to sleep.
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*wipes forehead* I finished this with a heck lotta help from Digitally Discinct. Thank you!
The art piece is mine - I'm sorry it's traditional, I barely just started learning digital and I have yet to get my own tablet. uwu Fiona is my Tolter. All pictures go to their respective owners. Everything in this form was coded and thought of by me - any similarities between my form and any others are purely coincidental. Please don't take anything from this form, as I worked hard on it.
Thank you, and good luck to all! Happy [late] V-day!
