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Username: Canuuckkid1
Name: Hell of an amen//Prayer
Gender: Stallion
His reaction to being separated from his sister:
prayer was rather scared when he was separated with his sister, he continued to pace around the stall, wearing a path through the sawdust all the way to the stall floor. he would continue to nicker and whinny, having separation anxiety slowly climbing up his mane as he would call and call for his sister, hearing no reply and wondering what had happened to her. was he next? where did she go? he was absolutely mortified when he learnt she was not at the stables.
Expand on his personality:
determined
Prayer, when learning his sister was gone, continuously tried to teach himself that he had to be the bigger colt and try to look on the lighter side of the fence. he kept on thinking that maybe it was for the better, and he kept trying to prove that he wasn't just the scared little foal that had come no more than a few weeks ago.
jumpy
despite his trying, Prayer would jump at the smallest of noise, he hated that all the older tolters laughed and he tried to control it. but every time he was startled, he would let out a sharp whinny that would echo through barns. he was always trying to keep his nerves down but would always watch his back while walking to make sure no horse was sneaking up on him.
Nostalgic
whenever Prayer gets time alone to himself, he thinks about what might have happened to his sister, he would always think about when they were together and all the memories, good or bad they shared with each other. another reason he was so quiet was because he was deep in thought, thinking up opposite scenarios that he could've made to keep the handlers from leaving them and keeping them together.

Halter Color:
red-brown with gold buckles

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Ends on the 13th

[Sandy Hoofprints]

Eep that's my bday! Good luck everyone, I can't to see this pair get adopted!

[Spottedleaf.]

Eep that's my bday! Good luck everyone, I can't to see this pair get adopted!

Hey that's my birthday as well, we get to share a birthday!! c:

[Sandy Hoofprints]

Eep that's my bday! Good luck everyone, I can't to see this pair get adopted!

Hey that's my birthday as well, we get to share a birthday!! c:

Really?! Whoop woop! x3

[Tazaria]

I hope i can still enter >.<

Username:
.Taz.
Name:
Too cool for school// Twig or Twiggy
Gender:
Colt/Stallion
His reaction to being separated from his sister:
Twiggy stood grooming his sister in the meadow. It was dusk and the cool frost of a winter's night loomed upon them. Their foster mother was standing nearby, the look of grief still painted on her face as the two foals constantly reminded her about her own foal. Twiggy finished grooming his sister's palomino coat and started to walk over to their foster mother. They called her June when her real name was JuneBug. He never liked the full name. His sister walked with him and they both quietly slipped closer to the mare. Twiggy clumsily stepped on a twig which awoke Junebug. He earned a quick glare from his sister before a heated lecture from Junebug. He sulkily slunk away towards the fence posts where he lay down and went to sleep.

Twiggy groggily woke up to the hostile growl of a truck. He stood up, shaking the ice crystals that stuck on his cover. His sister cantered over, whinnying worriedly. "Where were you? I couldn't find you all night! I was worried," She said frowning when she saw the quivering legs of her brother's. "Are you... cold?" She asked slowly. "Um, yeah, i didn't sleep in the shelter." The shock on his sister's face sent his heart lurching. "You know that can-" she glanced back at the dozing Junebug before continuing, "You know that can kill you! You could have froze." Twiggy rolled his eyes, forgetting about the truck. "Hah, i'm stronger than i seem," He reassured his sister. She gave him a dirty look, "don't that again, we need to spend more time together" she mothered her little brother, licking his fetlock. Twiggy recoiled, his ears pinned back and expression confused. "wha-what are you talking about??" He stammered, stumbling back. "No! That's not what i...um..i'm sorry." She replies, stepping forward with her ears pricked, trying to look innocent. Twiggy scowled at his sister's failed attempt, "either you spill the beans or i will run away!" he threatened, knowing he probably wouldn't. His sister called his bluff and her face said her mind. "Fine then, the choice is yours." Twiggy shouted spinning around, showering the filly with water from the grass. She squealed and reared while Twiggy galloped off.
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The two men named Jase and Ben, hooked the trailer up to their truck. Ben is tall with a strong build to him. He is also the current owner of the two orphan foals. Jase was also tall but skinnier than Ben. He was here to pick up the colt that was recently sold to him. Ben secured the last chain on the trailer connecting to the tuck. "All done," he called to Jase who was choosing which halter to use. "alright, shall we get on with it?" his voice rang out. "Yea, i will drive." Ben replied walking to the drivers side, hopping in and starting the engine. "you know this will be harder than you think so i will halter JuneBug and i'm guessing the palomino filly will follow with your colt trailing behind. It's the simple pecking order." he said, driving down the road to his meadow. "okay, cool. But which halter is Junebugs?" Jase replied ignorantly.
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The night rolled upon the ranch like the blink of an eye. Twiggy stood under a growing tree. Its bare branches gave the colt no protection from the snow that was now lightly falling. He shivered and pulled his eyes from the ground up to where his sister and June huddled. He snorted and shook his little mane. "I don't need my sister cooing over me! After all, i am only a few minutes younger." he talked to himself. Twiggy was about to fall asleep when he heard the hostile growl again. He watched the road for a few seconds and almost fell asleep when the truck's headlights appeared like a beacon in the night. It cut through the snowy fog and found it's way to Twiggy's eyes. He groaned and looked away for a moment. The car came closer until it stopped outside the gate to enter the meadow. A man opened the gate and the car drove in. The gate closed abruptly behind the truck and trailer with a clang. Twiggy stepped backwards unsure of what was going to happen next. Ben whistled sharply for his mare, "JUNEBUG!!! COME HERE HONEYYYYYY" he called. Junebug responded instantly and forgot about the little filly that was next to her. She cantered away to the sound of her owner's voice. She was haltered and was lead away to be put on the trailer. Twiggy's sister galloped frantically after her caretaker and followed her foolishly into the trailer. "Hah! Got them Jase. Let's turn around the truck and head home eh?" They had celebrated too soon. As they left the meadow Twiggy finally realised what was happening and frantically galloped after the trailer. "WAIT! YOU LEFT ME!" He cried out, tears streaming from his eyes. The colt stared after the trailer and collapsed in a heap, exhausted and depressed.
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Twiggy awoke with his body shaking and covered in snow. If he didn't wake up then, he wouldn't have woken up at all. Twiggy got up but then fell back into the fresh snow. He was hungry, dehydrated and was catching a cold. The familiar growl rose from over the hill but barely reached the colt's ears. He opened his eyes but closed them again. The cold was getting the best of him. As soon as the truck appeared, Jase leapt out of the passenger seat. He raced towards Twiggy, leaping over the gate to reach him. As soon as Jase did, he pulled his jacket off of him and wrapped it around the colt. Ben had finally caught up in the truck and was now rushing over. "We need to get him in the truck, NOW!" he barked, grabbing Twiggy's rump, lifting it up. Jase caught onto what Ben was doing and copied except with the colt's chest. Now they were both carrying the limp foal across the meadow to the truck. They placed him gently in the backseat and raced off in the truck back to the house. He must be warmed up immediately.
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Twiggy started to stir from one of his power naps and glanced around at his surroundings. He saw ben with a bottle of beer to his lips and Jase was reading. The foal sneezed, causing both men to jump. "B'limen hell, that foal knows how to scare my socks off Jase," Ben says, coughing after swallowing his drink too quickly. Jase gives him a shrug before kneeling down next to his colt. "How are you buddy? You good?" But infact, Twiggy was petrified. His eyes darted around as he grew stronger. The vet must have visited while he was passed out. The colt looked around for his sister but she was nowhere to be. In agony, Twiggy threw up his head and whinnied for his sister. He knows what she would have said to him if she was here. 'Get a hold of yourself, calm down and know you can do it'. Twiggy whimpered and huddled into a ball. "The last thing we did was fight, it's all my fault," he sobbed. Jase sighed and patted the colt before leaving him to his on business. "He needs an hour before i transport him again," he explained to Ben he sat there watching in awe. "Sure" he casually replied.
Expand on his personality: (2000 word max)
Halter Color:

I AM GOING TO FINISH THIS STORY IN THE MORNING, the wifi is shutting off.

[Tazaria]

sorry for double post but is an extension alright? maybe just a day?

[sprig]

You've seemed to replace
your brain with your heart
You take things so hard
and then you fall apart
You try to explain
but before you can start
Those cry baby tears
come out of the dark

Someone's turning the handle
To that faucet in your eyes
They're pouring out
Where everyone can see them
Your heart's too big for your body
It's where your feelings hide
They're pouring out
Where everyone can see

Username: Vinson
Name: My Favorite Place, The Warm Embrace // Benoni
Gender: colt
His reaction to being separated from his sister: A choked cry made its way from his mouth, his legs shook violently as he frantically looked around for his sister. Where? he wanted to cry, his throat tightening as he backed into the corner of this new and unfamiliar stall, nearly tripping over his blue blanket. The shaky spasms travelled from his legs to his body, and his chest quivered and then heaved as he hyperventilated and let out another cry, this one shrill with fear - his eyes opened wide, and he kicked out at the wall when his hindquarters touched it lightly. Slinking down, trying to make himself small, he felt a presence over him. He looked up and cried out once more, scrambling to the opposite corner and diving, head first, into the bedding.
It was another horse. A strange one. A light one, with big green eyes and hay hanging out of its mouth. He mewled, quivering once more, and slipped into a sitting position, still staring at this new horse.
"Sissy!" he managed to get out, nearly choking on his words as his chest shook, his legs practically vibrating. His vision blurred as he let out a choked sob, throat tightening once more, lump forming in it as his lower lip quivered.
It was dark out. Maybe this is all a dream, he thought, trying to still his body. If I close my eyes...
When he woke in the morning, it was to the unfamiliar sound of the native birds in the forests. Slowly he opened his eyes, but he saw no sissy. He turned, faced the corner, and bumped his head on the wall, letting out a pitiful little mewl of sorrow. She was gone. He would never see her again.

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Benoni...is, ahh, a, piece of work? He leaves a lot to be desired, this little colt, and he has more than a few vices. Virtues? Ha...none.

He's pathetic, he is, the cute little thing, looking up at you with those sorrowful eyes, scraping the ground with a hoof, and he's mastered the art of mewling in a pitiful manner. He'll beg for anything and everything, groveling at your feet, making tiny little sounds, touching and feeling and groaning and being the most pathetic little thing there is. It's horrible, really, the way he'll throw himself to the ground and mewl and quiver that bottom lip for the tiniest things - he'll want to be let out of the pasture and the pathetic thing will drop to the ground and beg. While a bit over dramatic, it's understandable. However, he'll want you to pet him and he'll do the same exact thing, begging like his life depends on it. This behavior is also very pitiful, with the way you can see the sadness in his eyes when you exasperatedly move away, and he'll make a tiny little noise in his throat and you'll walk back with a scowl on your face, but then feel horrible for him as he grovels at your feet, pressing his head into the ground and nickering, almost like he's yearning for forgiveness. But then you'll realize all he wants is a bite of your sandwich and just feel scandalized.

Adding on to his pitiful pathetic nature, he's the whiniest thing you'll ever know. Extremely vocal, he is, nickering to himself in the pasture, mewling when he wants anything, making shrill noises when any tolter touches him. We don't know what exactly these noises mean, but he's always making noises. Always. He makes noise in his sleep. He makes noise when he's awake. He makes noise everywhere. Anywhere. For any reason. You'll never know how nice quiet, serene silence is until you're forced to be with Benoni for a while, and then you will treasure the wonderful sound of nothing. Benoni, however, seems to hate silence, and there is always some form of a nicker or a pathetic sound or some high pitched scream of feigned terror the little thing is making. Sound is his best friend, maybe his only friend, and it is constantly around him. Is he talking to himself? His sister? Someone else? Or just making noises to annoy everyone and everything around him? We'll never know.

Along with being a whiny brat, Benoni is an annoying whiny brat. He'll annoy even the most annoying tolters, following them around like a lost, beaten puppy, whining to them when he's hungry and thirsty and nuhhhh, everything hurts! They'll try to drive him away, but he'll grovel and whimper and sprawl in the dirt, and they'll scowl at him - but then his lip will quiver and you can see his eyes begin to widen, and they'll turn away, for no one can resist Benoni's famed puppy dog eyes. Not even Oasis. And he's an annoying, soulless prick himself, so that's saying something. And because no one can resist his puppy dog eyes, he can manage to get pretty much anything he wants, when he wants. New bedding? But Benoni, you just got some and no! Not the eyes! Fine, fine...and a banana, while I'm at it, too. Sure. Just stop. Stop, please, you little brat.

Clingy. Ohhhhhhhh boy, is Benoni clingy. We think this was because he was the youngest of two foals, his sister being older and more mature. When they were abandoned, he most likely clung on to her for dear life, whining and being a pathetic lump. And then, when he was separated from her, he had no one to cling on. So now he clings onto everything. He won't let you throw away anything he's managed to break that he thinks was his, including but not limited to plastic water buckets, ropes, the pasture fence, more than a few brushes, a handful of soda pop cans, and, most famously, his last halter. It sits in a mangled heap on a shelf in his stall, made out of part of the pasture fence he gnawed on for days. No one really knows how he managed to destroy the small leather halter so violently, but he did. On his first day here. And he will hold onto it forever and ever and ever. But he isn't clingy just to objects - to people and tolters as well. Whenever children come and see him, they'll follow them around until they leave and then mope until he finds someone else to cling to. Every one of his handlers has left after a short while because they can't stand the way he follows them around and whines and throws himself to the ground in a pathetic, mewling heap of a Benoni.

But not only is Benoni all of this, he's a bit anxious as well - in the nervous sense. He can't stand to be left alone, and must have another living being in his sight at all times or he'll throw a hissy fit. He doesn't seem to have many friends because of his other traits, but he still follows anyone around, whether from fear or childishness or some other, deeper, reason is unknown. But Benoni will be Benoni, and this little colt probably has some small form of separation anxiety. He's afraid of being alone, he clings to everything, and whenever anyone in his life leaves, he's reduced to a pitiful little puddle of sorrow.

Cry baby. He's called that often by his handlers as they pick him up with a huff and carry him away as he slumps in their arms. He'll mope whenever he's put in his stall, because he can hardly see over the walls to see anyone, and he'll cry out often in his sleep, twisting and turning. And then when he wakes up, some mornings, his legs will be like jello and he'll wobble around like a newborn foal, falling and slipping and tripping over his hooves. And then he'll shriek, and whimper, and moan, and mewl, until someone finds him and sighs and picks him up and rubs his legs. And whenever he's scared, he'll scramble to the nearest corner, trembling and shaking, chest heaving as he cries out for someone, something, to save him. And his feelings are easily hurt - insult him and he'll cry for someone to come get him and carry him away as he flops like a limp noodle in their arms.

Overall, the evaluation of Benoni is quite like him - pathetic. He's not much, but he's something, and he deserves a chance in life like anyone else. He might whine and cling and cry and annoy and grovel at anyone's feet for anything, but he's Benoni, for goodness sake, and those puppy dog eyes will win anyone over. Whether they want to like him or not.

Halter Color: the color of the blanket

You're all on your own
and you lost all your friends
You told yourself
that it's not you, it's them
Your're one of a kind
and no one understands
But those cry baby tears
keep coming back again

Someone's turning the handle
To that faucet in your eyes
They're pouring out
Where everyone can see them
Your heart's too big for your body
It's where your feelings hide
They're pouring out
Where everyone can see

I had no idea how difficult this would be omg.
Congrats!

[Vinson]

vin
omg
thank you <3

[Sandy Hoofprints]

hey it's vin and vin c;
uggh I'm gutted, but this boy is so very gorgeous - my most sincere congratulations vinson! I still envy worship your writing skills xD
You may keep my art, I'll pm you the links <3