[Kallisto Moon]

Okay so I made this horse special, it has a saddle and a bridle. I will be posting the tackless version under this one!




Username: Astéri Ílios Fengári :╗
Show-name: Southern Sweet Thang :╗
Barn-Name: Bella :╗
Gender: Female :╗
Halter Color: The Blue of her Saddle Blanket :╗


Royal Hills Jutland

[iStarz & Everly]

Hnnggg..so pretty.

I'm dropping an undecided res here.

[allo vera]

resss soo pretty

[Lady_Novianti]

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╭Hey there! Im Southern Sweet Thang, but you can call me Belle! Im not that friendly, but I might be able to tell you a few of my tales! I know I have plenty of those! Where to start... Well, maybe at my childhood!
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I grew up on a lonely farm way down south, in Alabama. My owners where an elderly couple who quite enjoyed riding. Even at 70 they took nice rides along the road. They would feed me the best they could. I had to learn that they couldn't do everything, so sometimes I had to get stuff for myself. I even learned to turn the faucet on and off to fill the water trough! Some of my best times where playing with my friend Ria! We would play around our pasture without a care in the world. We could run for hours! Oh the joy of it all. When the woman would come to feed us and stroke us, she would let us play around. We could eat when we wanted because she set our food outside! We where rarely in the stalls. My mother always watched us though. She was the woman's favorite. Every time we would go riding, she would pick my mother. I would go with their son or daughter. Both loved me, but where terrified when they got onto my back. They would scare me more than I scared them! They where nice though. Every once in a while the woman would ride me, but not as often as my mother. But the trouble really started when me and Ria discovered that we could go into the other stalls and get to their food when they weren't there. So the elderly couple would put food in the stalls then go riding. We would eat all the food, then wash our muzzles off in the water trough. When the couple came back, they blamed it on their Shepherd, Bevil. You should have seen them! And then they would fill all the buckets back up and we would dig in!
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That's the end of my childhood. Well not exactly. Long story short my mother was killed in a freak accident and now im left in the pasture. Looking back, I was about a year old. I shouldn't take up too much time, lets get back to the story!
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When I heard what happened to mother, I cried. I bucked and cried and ran for hours. I refused to eat, and I stood at the very back of the pasture. It wasn't right, it just wasn't! The couple had left mother and Ria in the back pasture after riding them. They accidentally left them there overnight, and a cougar attacked them. Ria was fine, she sported several deep scars though. But mother, she was completely gone. When the couple finally got to her, she was already dead. They buried her under her stall, and closed that stall forever.
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Well after that, I think... here lemme just tell you in the story plot...
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A few days after my mothers death, a truck pulling a fancy trailer rumbled up the dirt road leading to the house. He stopped near the edge of the field and stared directly at me. I got a chill and took off. After years, I had bent the fence slowly. I galloped around the field several times before sporting a glare at the truck. I easily sailed over the bent fence, and landed softly on the other side. The truck's driver widened his eyes and started to turn around. He was after me. I let out a loud cry and dashed down the path. I passed him while he was trying to get his truck and trailer turned around. I used the freedom of the road to push myself faster, and I reached the hard road before he even got turned around. The road to the right lead to a bridge, where the road to the left lead to the country. I swung a hard right and full on sprinted. I heard the truck rumbling up the path. The road went up a steep hill and down. If I could reach the hill in time He would have to guess which way I went. I easily sailed up the hill, and I heard him turn left as I crested the top. I stomped my feat hard against the pavement, and continued; this time at a slower pace. My hooves beat evenly and slowly and I reached the bridge sooner than I had expected. I continued over it, and reached a small field. The field lead into a river. The other side lead away from home into the open grassland. I heard more hoof beats behind me as I jumped the ditch in the road onto the soft field. I saw Ria trotting up behind me. "Belle! What are you doing? You need to come back!" She cooed. A look of disgust washed over my face. "I'm not coming back." My harsh tone even made me cringe a bit. She tried to jump the ditch, but missed. Her thin, delicate hooves cracked from impact. She cried out in pain. "Help! I can't move! My beautiful hooves! Belle please help!" I galloped off, her cries chasing me as I ran across the field.
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Ok sorry about Ria, but she was a brat. So skip in time. Up to when I meet the nice family. If there was no time skip we would be here for hours... So im about 2 now.
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I had ran for several days, always being chased by the haunting cries of Ria. I shook the feeling off, but it came back. I came upon a cute cottage deep in the fields I was running in. I stopped about a mile from the house and started to feast on the sweet wheat. The taste danced across my mouth. It was about sundown when I finally moved closer to the house. There was two horses also feeding in the field, but they where not in a pen. As I came closer, a young girl sprang out the door. It scared me and I bolted for the other horses. They scattered, and it was a stampede. We settled near the Western most corner. The girl came running after us. The other horses seemed relaxed. I sprinted for the trees. The girl stopped in her tracks and stared at me. I turned my head, nickered loudly, and continued running. I jumped across fallen logs and weaved around trees as I slowed my pace. I had landed in the woods. I looked around for any sign out. The best way was forward.
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So skip in time. It is about a year later. I'm now 3. I have been travelling. Every time someone catches me, I escape and run farther.
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Home is now 2 years away. I'm not going back. I had found a sweet meadow after landing a spot in a run down farm. The place they put me was half broken. It was probably the easiest escape ever. I had ran about a few miles before finding this lush garden. I had looked around and found no horses. I was the only one. A mountainous horizon painted the sky golds and greys. The sun was setting, casting long shadows over the field. I think I found my place. A low male voice chipped away my thoughts. "Hey you.... Who are you?" I jumped and turned. He had the most beautiful of manes and his coat was shiny and smooth. He was a royal Amber Champagne Splash. I swooned but fixed myself. "I'm Belle. What is your name." His graceful mane blew smoothly in the wind. "I'm Chioma. I have been here for years without anyone joining me. What might you be doing here?" His blue eyes where sharp. "Well..." I started. "I escaped several owners and just want to live on my own, or with someone.." I stopped. He looked at me directly in the eyes. "Well, my owner lives near here. She basically lives on the land. Follow me." He started to trot off. I followed. We met his owner, and she was extremely nice. She let us feed in the meadow every day. And we both trusted her.

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And welcome to present day! Now I'm 4, with both Chioma and our new foal, Zayna to take care of. Its hard work, but its worth it. The girl manages to keep us safe, and she stays safe. She sometimes rides us into town, but that's hours away. She even has several resting stations along the way for us if we all have to sleep! Her name is Marieke, and she lives by herself. Sometimes a young man will hang out with her, but he has his own horse. That horse is named Stormy. He doesn't like Chioma. Or my foal for that matter. Stormy went home with a black eye and a deep cut in his side because he tried to attack me and Zayna. But otherwise we are a happy family. Marieke doesn't care when we go on adventures either. We can walk for a while, but we always return. Its the pull of a home I feel like I have known forever, not just for the year i have been here... A pull only some feel. An attachment you could say. Attached to home, Zayan, Marieke and most importantly... Chioma. Its not natural, it's imprinted on you. Like a scar. All the scars I war have a story, but that is for another time. Now you child, it's time to go to sleep. We don't you up too late now, do we?╯

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Username: Astéri Ílios Fengári :╗
Show-name: Southern Sweet Thang :╗
Barn-Name: Bella :╗
Gender: Female :╗
Halter Color: The Blue of her Saddle Blanket :╗

[Zira.]

This is actually #151

[Kallisto Moon]

Okay fixing that :3!

[artsy_horse]

♥ This is so perfect. I can't even put into words how great a job you did. ♥




Username: artsy_horse
Show-name: Comet's Legacy
Barn-Name: Comet
Gender: Stallion/Colt/Gelding
Halter Color: Same blue as saddle pad :3
Story~

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May shivered as bone chilling rain pelted on her. Today was the big day. She was taking her father's best horse and barrel racing him in the Mist dale championships.

Comet was a mighty grulla tobiano stallion, agile as a cat but swift as the wind. The great horse was sweet and strong willed, always getting those extra sugar cubes you left in your pocket.

The 18 year old, May trampled into the stables. It was early in the morning, so she had to get to work. Grooming the show horses and making them as clean and slick as possible was a priority on show days! May loved nothing more than to see a well-groomed horse wearing sparkling western show tack.

She breathed in the musty smell of hay and adjusted her eyes in the gloomy stable light. Warmth at last. Along with a hungry horse and a lot of work to do.

May walked up to the stall labelled "Comet's Legacy." A beautiful stallion nickered softly at the approaching human. "Hey, boy, how are you?" she asked as she stroked his velvety muzzle. "Today's the big day! But first, we need to get you some of those oats." She immediately got to work. 2 scoops of oats and one of premium horse feed into Comet's bucket. Comet dug in, relishing and savoring every bite. Nothing beat show meals.

Soon, the stallion was finished his breakfast. May equipped his blue halter and lead rope and put him in the cross ties.
Then she groomed him first with a curry comb, followed by a round brush. She picked up each of his hooves and cleaned them, carefully ridding of all the grit and hay stuck in them. Now, out comes the hoof polisher! Each of Comet's hooves were polished till they shone. A few more steps such as combing out his mane and tail and Comet's Legacy was dazzling!

May then took out the leather cleaner and polished all of Comet's fancy show tack, humming as she worked. May loved being around the horses, even if it meant work. Soon enough she was finished. By then, the rain had ceased bringing out a sunny, bright sky. May frowned. The rain would leave the barrel racing ring wet and slippery. There was nothing she could do though. She would just have to cope with it.



It was a few hours later. May and Comet were at the county fair. Comet was unloaded out of his trailer and brought to the fairs stables, where he was being polished and shone up again quickly. May walked up to the barrel racing ring. Yep. She thought. As wet as can be. The ring looked like a mud pit. She glanced around and saw some other disappointed riders over looking the course. To get her mind off of the wet ring, se went off to change into her western apparel.

May was mounted on Comet. The team felt fresh, ready, and nervous. May tried hard to fight the butterflies in her stomach while Comet pawed the ground, impatient. Those oats May had fed him this morning were making him energetic. May could hear the loud speakers announcing the next name, along with some shouting and cheering. "Hannah Stevenson, riding Little Miss!"
A few minutes later, another name was announced. "May Johnston, on Comet's Legacy!"

May could only hear the beating of her own heart and the pounding of Comet's hooves as Comet lurched forwards. May was snapped back into reality. Ok. Slight pressure with your calf bones, she thought as Comet bent around the first barrel. She lightly clicked with her tongue to Comet, urging him faster. When May was racing Comet, it seemed as if the world was theirs; the cheering and the sound of a Ferris wheel fading away. Right now, all May could concentrate on was the race. Bending around the barrels agilely, and racing to the next one in a flurry of hooves. May’s cowboy hat nearly flew away off her head. Comet responded quickly and swiftly to all of her commands. May was having the time of her life! She felt so connected to Comet and Comet felt as if he depended on her. The next barrel loomed ahead of May and her great stallion. "Com on, Comet. Let’s show these people how to really race!" She whispered to her horse. With her words, Comet lurched forwards with incredible speed and whipped around the second barrel. Soon they bent around the third, narrowly touching it. The wet ground had unbalanced them and Comet nearly slipped. The recovered though, and as they galloped towards the finish line, May lifted a fist. They may have not won, but Comet and the girl had felt a connection between each other like none other. Comet skidded to a stop at the finish line. May dismounted, panting and kissed Comet on his velvety muzzle. He snorted softly, and the girl giggled slightly. “You big, beautiful rascal.”

The scores were announced. “In first place, Trista Hamilton, on Black Beauty!” People cheered, including May who had to fight down a jolt of disappointment. “And in second place, May Johnston, on Comet’s Legacy!” “Whew hew!” May hugged her father, who was also cheering. They had made it to the top.

It was a few hours later. May was on her way to the stables to visit Comet. They were home at last. Comet was fed and rubbed, and his new ribbon was showing off on his stall door, right next to his name plate. “Hey, big boy!” May softly called Comet. The horse thrust his muzzle out of the stall door, looking for treats. May giggled. “Here you are.” The stallion licked up the sugar cubes in May’s palm.

“You did good today, Comet’s Legacy.” May looked into the great stallion’s eyes. “Real good.”



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HUGE WIP

[Lady_Novianti]

Good Luck! ,3

[Kallisto Moon]

Closed for judging!

[Kallisto Moon]

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╭Hey there! Im Southern Sweet Thang, but you can call me Belle! Im not that friendly, but I might be able to tell you a few of my tales! I know I have plenty of those! Where to start... Well, maybe at my childhood!
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I grew up on a lonely farm way down south, in Alabama. My owners where an elderly couple who quite enjoyed riding. Even at 70 they took nice rides along the road. They would feed me the best they could. I had to learn that they couldn't do everything, so sometimes I had to get stuff for myself. I even learned to turn the faucet on and off to fill the water trough! Some of my best times where playing with my friend Ria! We would play around our pasture without a care in the world. We could run for hours! Oh the joy of it all. When the woman would come to feed us and stroke us, she would let us play around. We could eat when we wanted because she set our food outside! We where rarely in the stalls. My mother always watched us though. She was the woman's favorite. Every time we would go riding, she would pick my mother. I would go with their son or daughter. Both loved me, but where terrified when they got onto my back. They would scare me more than I scared them! They where nice though. Every once in a while the woman would ride me, but not as often as my mother. But the trouble really started when me and Ria discovered that we could go into the other stalls and get to their food when they weren't there. So the elderly couple would put food in the stalls then go riding. We would eat all the food, then wash our muzzles off in the water trough. When the couple came back, they blamed it on their Shepherd, Bevil. You should have seen them! And then they would fill all the buckets back up and we would dig in!
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That's the end of my childhood. Well not exactly. Long story short my mother was killed in a freak accident and now im left in the pasture. Looking back, I was about a year old. I shouldn't take up too much time, lets get back to the story!
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When I heard what happened to mother, I cried. I bucked and cried and ran for hours. I refused to eat, and I stood at the very back of the pasture. It wasn't right, it just wasn't! The couple had left mother and Ria in the back pasture after riding them. They accidentally left them there overnight, and a cougar attacked them. Ria was fine, she sported several deep scars though. But mother, she was completely gone. When the couple finally got to her, she was already dead. They buried her under her stall, and closed that stall forever.
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Well after that, I think... here lemme just tell you in the story plot...
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A few days after my mothers death, a truck pulling a fancy trailer rumbled up the dirt road leading to the house. He stopped near the edge of the field and stared directly at me. I got a chill and took off. After years, I had bent the fence slowly. I galloped around the field several times before sporting a glare at the truck. I easily sailed over the bent fence, and landed softly on the other side. The truck's driver widened his eyes and started to turn around. He was after me. I let out a loud cry and dashed down the path. I passed him while he was trying to get his truck and trailer turned around. I used the freedom of the road to push myself faster, and I reached the hard road before he even got turned around. The road to the right lead to a bridge, where the road to the left lead to the country. I swung a hard right and full on sprinted. I heard the truck rumbling up the path. The road went up a steep hill and down. If I could reach the hill in time He would have to guess which way I went. I easily sailed up the hill, and I heard him turn left as I crested the top. I stomped my feat hard against the pavement, and continued; this time at a slower pace. My hooves beat evenly and slowly and I reached the bridge sooner than I had expected. I continued over it, and reached a small field. The field lead into a river. The other side lead away from home into the open grassland. I heard more hoof beats behind me as I jumped the ditch in the road onto the soft field. I saw Ria trotting up behind me. "Belle! What are you doing? You need to come back!" She cooed. A look of disgust washed over my face. "I'm not coming back." My harsh tone even made me cringe a bit. She tried to jump the ditch, but missed. Her thin, delicate hooves cracked from impact. She cried out in pain. "Help! I can't move! My beautiful hooves! Belle please help!" I galloped off, her cries chasing me as I ran across the field.
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Ok sorry about Ria, but she was a brat. So skip in time. Up to when I meet the nice family. If there was no time skip we would be here for hours... So im about 2 now.
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I had ran for several days, always being chased by the haunting cries of Ria. I shook the feeling off, but it came back. I came upon a cute cottage deep in the fields I was running in. I stopped about a mile from the house and started to feast on the sweet wheat. The taste danced across my mouth. It was about sundown when I finally moved closer to the house. There was two horses also feeding in the field, but they where not in a pen. As I came closer, a young girl sprang out the door. It scared me and I bolted for the other horses. They scattered, and it was a stampede. We settled near the Western most corner. The girl came running after us. The other horses seemed relaxed. I sprinted for the trees. The girl stopped in her tracks and stared at me. I turned my head, nickered loudly, and continued running. I jumped across fallen logs and weaved around trees as I slowed my pace. I had landed in the woods. I looked around for any sign out. The best way was forward.
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So skip in time. It is about a year later. I'm now 3. I have been travelling. Every time someone catches me, I escape and run farther.
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Home is now 2 years away. I'm not going back. I had found a sweet meadow after landing a spot in a run down farm. The place they put me was half broken. It was probably the easiest escape ever. I had ran about a few miles before finding this lush garden. I had looked around and found no horses. I was the only one. A mountainous horizon painted the sky golds and greys. The sun was setting, casting long shadows over the field. I think I found my place. A low male voice chipped away my thoughts. "Hey you.... Who are you?" I jumped and turned. He had the most beautiful of manes and his coat was shiny and smooth. He was a royal Amber Champagne Splash. I swooned but fixed myself. "I'm Belle. What is your name." His graceful mane blew smoothly in the wind. "I'm Chioma. I have been here for years without anyone joining me. What might you be doing here?" His blue eyes where sharp. "Well..." I started. "I escaped several owners and just want to live on my own, or with someone.." I stopped. He looked at me directly in the eyes. "Well, my owner lives near here. She basically lives on the land. Follow me." He started to trot off. I followed. We met his owner, and she was extremely nice. She let us feed in the meadow every day. And we both trusted her.

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And welcome to present day! Now I'm 4, with both Chioma and our new foal, Zayna to take care of. Its hard work, but its worth it. The girl manages to keep us safe, and she stays safe. She sometimes rides us into town, but that's hours away. She even has several resting stations along the way for us if we all have to sleep! Her name is Marieke, and she lives by herself. Sometimes a young man will hang out with her, but he has his own horse. That horse is named Stormy. He doesn't like Chioma. Or my foal for that matter. Stormy went home with a black eye and a deep cut in his side because he tried to attack me and Zayna. But otherwise we are a happy family. Marieke doesn't care when we go on adventures either. We can walk for a while, but we always return. Its the pull of a home I feel like I have known forever, not just for the year i have been here... A pull only some feel. An attachment you could say. Attached to home, Zayan, Marieke and most importantly... Chioma. Its not natural, it's imprinted on you. Like a scar. All the scars I war have a story, but that is for another time. Now you child, it's time to go to sleep. We don't you up too late now, do we?╯

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Username: Astéri Ílios Fengári :╗
Show-name: Southern Sweet Thang :╗
Barn-Name: Bella :╗
Gender: Female :╗
Halter Color: The Blue of her Saddle Blanket :╗

Congrats!!

I really loved Artsy's entry as well, and I could barely choose between the two.

I loved how much effort you guys put into it!

Enjoy your horse!