Username: Constellation Cat
Show Name: No Rose Without A Thorn
This name is inspired from a lesser known proverb; "There is no rose without a thorn."
Although this proverb has many meanings, I intend for it to mean that perfection is unattainable. Although one may come close, there is no such thing as 'perfect.' However perfect something seems, it still has its flaws as any rose has its thorns.
Quite sorry that this name is not holiday-related. When I saw this Morgan, I was immediately reminded of this proverb and I believe it fits nicely.
Barn Name: Rosaceae [pronounced; rose-asia] - This is the scientific name of the rose family, which includes many known species of roses, as well as having a beautiful pronunciation.
Gender: Mare
Age: 6 Years
Height: 15.2hh
Bridle + Martingale Color: White w/ golden buckles
Saddle + Pad Color: White w/ golden buckles and stirrups (saddle), Crimson red with a white border (pad)
Story: Constellation Cat wrote:As a side note, I'll have you know that although I enjoy writing in my spare time, I'm very tentative in doing this. I dislike sharing my personal writing with anyone else. Given this, I'd appreciate it if only ABeardedDragon were to read the story below. Thank you.
First Snow
Entry for SNM #131
I cautiously wove around stout clumps of white, picking my way across the pasture. At that moment, I was glad to have my owner, Ashlin. She led me, orienting the two of us through what was left of the once-green expanse, and was patient enough for my lethargy. I kept my focus on my hooves, scrambling for each step to be taken upon the portion grass which was still exposed. The soil felt moist, and I could feel it sink slightly under my weight with every step.
Only once we had reached the far end of the pasture did I realize that I had been holding my breath, and I let it out delicately as if exhaling too forcefully could down the fence.
I then doubled back, pulling Ashlin with me, to stare back at the stable. It was on the opposite side, and now looked miles away. I let out a disgruntled whinny before circling around to face the fence once again.
I was alerted when I heard the sound of Ashlin’s voice to my left, and I turned towards her; “Roseceae, it’s snowing again!”
Her tone sounded as though something unexpected has occurred, although in a good way. I raised my head up as high as I could, following Ashlin’s gaze in time to see two birds alighting down onto a branch of a nearby tree.
Suddenly, I felt a mild cold on my flank. Like a rose petal landing on a body of still water, it caused a faint sensation much like a ripple.
I turned in time to see the slow but sure falling of frozen crystal-like flakes. They landed on my bay roan coat and immediately dissipated into nothing, causing the strange sensation. Again, I realized I’d been holding my breath and let it out. This time, it seemed to turn in to a cloud of warmth. With the wind, it wreathed back around my face before slowly fading away.
I whinnied and took a step back in the direction of the stable. The green was thinning as the flakes began to fall, heavier and faster.
I could feel my eyes dilate in a frantic panic, although I tried to remain calm and keep my dignified exterior. I stomped at the ground.
“Calm down, calm down.” Ashlin was laughing.
I turned to her. Frustrated of her laughing, I let out a disgruntled snort.
“Nothing to be afraid of, Roseceae.” She said gently, “It’s just snow.”
I took another breath at the calm sound of her voice, and closed my eyes for a brief moment.
When I opened them again, everything was silent. The heavy snow flitted across my vision swiftly, some catching in my forelock. I glanced around.
It was actually quite beautiful. I watched the landscape for what seemed like an hour, watching my surroundings become caked in snow. Against the light milky gray sky, the snow stood out visibly.
My gaze then shifted down to the snow at my hooves, and with a devilish expression I leaned my neck down and swiftly threw up snow with my nose. It hit Ashlin’s back with a soft thump, causing her to immediately turn to look at me.
I whinnied triumphantly, and she smirked in return.
“You’ve taken a liking to snow?” She grinned widely, “Well, how do you like this?”
In a quick motion, Ashlin bent down to grab a handful of snow, and threw it towards me.
I trotted out of the way, into the open expanse of snow, and Ashlin’s shot barely missed hitting me. The snow crunched under my hooves as I moved.
This is not done, but I figured I'd post what I have completed so far. Currently 609 words.
Baby Reindeer: It was hard to choose <3
Character Description: Rosaceae is an assiduous mare in many respects. She is meticulous in training and competition and would rather accept nothing less than perfection, however unattainable. She would strongly agree that no skill is inborn; that it takes practice to truly master anything. Rosaceae is immensely competitive, especially in dressage. She considers herself to be one of the best, thus she strongly dislikes placing second to any horse in a dressage competition. Her competitive nature can work adversely, impacting Rosaceae's performance negatively. It is often hard for her to focus when she is pressuring herself to be the best.
- Warning. Clicking this link will result in intense cringe. (Art of this horse by me).Possibly more to be added.Title credit: boop
