[Dedaccount]

GSA #100! <3

okay so this is a special Brindle Chimera Bab [The timer liesss]cx

Username:
Show Name:
Barn Name:
Gender:
Age:
Height:
Main Halter Color:
Secondary Halter Color:
Phenotype: Seal Bay Lilac Roan Chimera Brindle
Genotype: EE AtAt//EE AA RnRn +Brindle [thanks to OliveMyLove for this ^-^]

To adopt this baby it will be a personality constest so please fill out the form below prettying up is allowed and encouraged c:



Code: Select all

[list]
[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Show Name:[/b]
[b]Barn Name:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Height:[/b]
[b]Main Halter Color:[/b]
[b]Secondary Halter Color:[/b]
[b]Personality[min 200 words][/b]
[/list]



END DATE;; 12th February

[Tazaria]

Lilac roan would be nice to see :3

[Constellation Cat7]

Username
Constellation Cat


Show Name
Air Express

Air Express is the name of my beautiful seal brown mare. Technically, I lease her (because the expenses of owning would be too high), but I ride and take care of her, so it's close enough for me. My riding discipline is English, and I generally place best in hunters (jumping). My favorite events to watch are also jumping events - show or hunters. Regardless, I love this name <3


Barn Name
Express

This would be for the same reasons listed above under 'show name.'


Gender
Mare


Age
8 Years


Height
15.1hh


Main Halter Color
Light Blue ~ ◉


Secondary Halter Color
Deep Blue ~ ◉


Personality
Express is a very gregarious Arabian. Her sociableness tends to come from an ability to identify with the feelings of others; to put herself in a different position. Despite this, Express would rather tell the truth even if it hurts herself or others, and expects that of everyone. Given this, it can be correctly assumed that she is extremely truthful. She will seldom tell a lie, even for her own good.
Express naturally tends to take the lead in many social situations. She will strike up a conversation with a stranger purely out of curiosity, and a legitimate interest in meeting them. She dislikes it when any conversation turns awkward, and will always make a strong effort to avoid awkwardness. She enjoys introducing herself and talking about herself, yet is not at all a talkative mare. Instead, she would rather spend an hour hearing what someone else has to say. Possibly because she loves to meet new horses and hear about them, she is open-minded. She respects all other beliefs, as contradicting as they are with her own, and strongly believes that everyone is entitled to their opinion, however wrong it may be in her mind. If she does believe that an opinion isn't correct, she will never mention this despite her honest nature. Ideas and beliefs are the one exception to the 'golden rule of honesty' in her mind, as there is no 'right' or 'wrong' opinion.
Express is a creative thinker. Her imagination often serves her well when it comes to 'winging it.' She likes to look at everything from a new angle, and will often risk the possibility of being wrong to present a far-fetched idea. Because of this, Express often focuses on improving rather than a result. As an example, what would matter to her the most in a horse show would be constructive criticism and feedback on how to improve, rather than a ranking.
Perhaps what stands out most about Express's character is her undying optimism. She is generally very upbeat and enthusiastic, and will always mask true feelings behind happiness. After all, happiness is contagious!

[351 Words]


Partner In Crime
Express's best friend and partner in crime is a cat named Nyx.
There was a mouse problem at the stable; mice kept getting under the horses' hooves, causing general uproar and chaos. It wasn't until the problem had already took a turn for worse that anyone thought about doing something. Nyx was brought to the stable to hunt mice. This is how she met Express...

Short Story
Faster, faster, faster. The black tabby cat raced after a mouse, her long legs burning with the effort. Her black tabby pelt felt warm as a result of the chase, but the air around was a rigid temperature. The sun had barely begun to show its face over the line of trees in the distance. The gray sky was littered with dark clouds like smoke, a sign that the rainy seasons of autumn were beginning to roll around.
The signs of autumn were even more prominent as the cat raced between trees, now heading back for the stable. The ground was covered in a blanket of pine needles, and the uneven terrain caused the mouse to slow, and the cat caught another whiff of its scent. Her mouth watered, and she continued gaining on the small, grey rodent.
They chase continued back through the stable, racing around the legs of horses and people. The cat was apparently unaware of the destruction and chaos she left in her wake.
The mouse once again took a lead by circling another time around the line of buildings, its small size allowing it to easily take a sharp turn. It then headed back for the woods.
The cat was beginning to get tired of the chase, and thought of letting this one get away. The thought immediately escaped her mind, however.
This was the deepest she had ever gone into the forest, and the cat's unease was evident. It caused her steps to falter; to become uneven.
All of a sudden, the cat's left front paw came down on something sharp. She gritted her teeth and continued. The mouse was also getting tired, and if she could just keep up for a few more meters, she would have it.
Just a few more meters.

Her legs began to ache. She hadn't felt it before, being so caught up in the rush of racing between trees and through puddles. Her fur was dirty, too; streaked with mud and matted with dirt.
The cat finally found herself in pain and out of breath, and so she collapsed into a much-needed sleep.

---

Sundays were the best.

Every Sunday, Heily would arrive early to see Express, and the two would take a serene walk through the neighboring forest land. Although it was piercing cold this morning, Express still looked forward to her Sunday tradition, and seeing Heily.
Express could easily get lost in thought walking along the old forest trail. She'd been thinking about just this when she was snapped back to real life.

She glanced around. A steady rain had begun to fall. The ground underfoot was already becoming wet, and with every step a puddle splashed.
"We'd better get back." Heily whispered under her breath, patting her horse's neck.
After a pause with no other sounds except for the falling rain, Heily turned around and lightly tugged on the lead.
But Express didn't move.
Her ears were perked; focused straight ahead as if she heard something.
"It's just the rain." Heily said, slightly exhasparated. She didn't want to get soaked. She pulled on the lead once again, harder this time.
Express replied without a single movement, only a whinny in response. And then, she took a step forward. And another.
She picked her way ahead, following some sound that it seemed only she could hear.
Heily groaned, but was not in the mood to try to change the persistent mare's mind - she had made a decision about something, whatever she was following.
Express tugged Heily around for what seemed like fifteen minutes, tracking something only the Arabian could hear. At last, Express came to a halt and Heily followed the mare's gaze curiously.

Curled up, with muddy fur, was a small cat, meowing for help.

Heily took a step forward in the now pouring rain. Lifting the poor creature up, it was evident that the cat was in need of attention, or else things did not look good for it.
"Oh my gosh, Express! You might have just saved this cat's life..." She remarked.

[680 Words]

Best Friend - Arabian
Because Express is so social, it would be almost impossible for her to only have one close friend. She has made a friend out of almost all other Gulf Sand Arabians, but she only considers a few to be her 'best' friends.
Reflection was one of her first friends at the stable, and almost the complete opposite of Express. Express met Reflection as they were competing against each other. It was Reflection's first time in show; it was in her nature to be nervous. Express had been to so many competitions that they were nothing out of the ordinary for her. Express took home the overall first place award, with Reflection close behind...

Short Story
Do I consider myself a winner? No.

Do I consider myself a learner? Yes.

I'm a phenomenal jumper. I have plenty of ribbons and awards to prove this. But the most important thing that I am given each time I compete is criticism. I'll learn, and train better for the next show.

But it has never occurred to me how disappointed it must be to have your eyes on the prize, yet to lose.

---

A warm and lethargic summer evening, each breeze a hot gust of air. The bright green leaves are healthy and thriving on every single tree. The sun has just dipped below the horizon, but the remaining faint light of it still illuminates the lilac-toned sky. My gaze lazily follows the grey sable champagne mare in the nearby arena; I can see her from the confines of my stall.
Everyone else has turned in for the day, finding the temperature too hot to continue training.
Except for that grey mare and her owner. They are a dedicated pair, with a competitive fire unlike any other.
I can't help but notice that the mare looks familiar. I know that I've never seen her here at the stable, but I have undeniably seen her before. I crane my neck to get a better view and at last see the mare and her owner exiting the arena.

I know her from somewhere. I need to know where.

As the mare is lead away by her owner, I call out to her, "Hey! Are you new around here?"
I've always found conversing with strangers to come naturally. But as the mare slowly stops and turns her head, I wonder if I have made a mistake in starting a conversation this time. There is a long pause.
"I am." The mare finally says, her tone curt; short and rude.
"Oh. You just look familiar to me, that's all." I reply. A pause follows.
"And why is that?" Asks the mare.
"I was hoping you'd tell me!" I respond with a chuckle. The mare does not laugh. Pause.
"What's your name?" I add.
"Registered? Shards of a Broken Mirror. But I go by Reflection." She says, tossing her head elegantly.

Where have I heard that name before?

I suddenly recall something. A few vague lines of speech.
"Please welcome Julie-Anne Hart riding Shards of a Broken Mirror!"

"In overall second place, we have Julie-Anne Hart and Shards of a Broken Mirror!"

"Yesterday's competition!" I burst out suddenly, "Didn't you compete?"
There is a pause before the mare speaks again.
"Yes. It was my first show." Reflection sighs, her tone unwavering, "I lost first place to you."
"But you won second? Didn't you?" I inquire.
"Yes; I lost." Reflection says, clearly thinking that I'm bringing this up to brag.
"Lost? I wish I'd placed second at my first show!" I exclaim, "You have a lot of potential. But you're also extremely competitive. Don't let it stop you from learning and getting better."
"I don't need your sympathy." Reflection snaps.
"It's just advice. But you're going far if you placed second in your first show." I reply.

Reflection turns her head back, and takes a few steps forward. I can tell that she is almost hesitant to leave the conversation on a bad note. But just when I think she's going to be my new enemy number one, again she stops and looks back at me.

"...Thanks," She finally says, her tone for the most part genuine, "I hope I'll be as good as you one day."
"You'll be better." I nod.
"See you around?" Reflection asks, smiling.
"Of course."

[611 Words]

A color-in that I did:


And another one that I'm actually satisfied with, for the time it took:


Third colored-in oekaki. Sorry to OliveMyLove, I've been trying to color in different lines than her, but there aren't many Arabian-specific ones. I didn't realize that she also colored in this one until later.


This little headshot which I colored mainly to use at the top of my form.


And here's an actual oekaki drawing that I did; not a color-in. Still looks pretty lame...
(It says that it took around fifteen minutes, but on the original drawing - still my drawing - I accidentally pressed 'color me in' instead of 'edit picture.' The original oekaki took me about an hour and thirty minutes, and my final edits took fifteen minutes).







Title Credit

[UnicornTamer]

Silver dapple paint! <3

[Dedaccount]

Revealed cx

[Rescue2001]

Username: tomijojo
Show Name: once in a hundred
Barn Name: time
Gender: stallion
Age: 3
Height: 15
Main Halter Color: any
Secondary Halter Color: any
Personality[min 200 words]

Wip

[kkspecial4]

Username: kkspecial4
Show Name: Nordic Prince
Barn Name: Vassili
Gender: Stallion
Age: 12 years
Height: 15.3 hh
Main Halter Color: Silver
Secondary Halter Color: Eye Color
Personality: Vassili is known as one of, if not the, most handsome stallion in all of the land and boy does he know it. Vassili is one to have many qualities that stand out amongst the rest. He is well known to be arrogant, narcissistic, a show-off, charming, and proud. One can often find Vassili prancing around in the pastures flaunting his stunning coat for all to see. If given the chance Vasilli will always show off and be the center of attention.
x
In addition to being self-absorbed Vassili is also charming. He knows how to use his looks and charms to get things like extra treats out of people merely passing by. But is also proud enough to know when he has taken too many. Vassili instead of being proud of himself, is often more proud of those around him. Unless of course he gets the mother load of treats with his charms, then he is quite proud of himself.
x
Arrogance is another quality that Vassili seems to be good at. Yet, he never appears to know when to quit. But beyond all of this, deep, deep down Vassili has a good heat, with good intentions (even though the bad prevails over the good).
204 Words

Extras:
Partner in Crime: Yukon
Favorite Snack: Sugar Cubes
Likes: Showing-off | Pranks | Inside Jokes
Dislikes: Being Ignored | Tattle-tales | Being Left Out
Art:

[Olive;]

I was grounded this weekend and didn’t get the chance to add more extras (sneaking on my computer would have been impossible anyways, and to be honest, I spend way too much time online), so my form is sub-par because of this.
I'm going to try and add another story tonight, but since it's past the deadline, I'll make sure to cut off the story from the rest of my form.

OliveMyLove





Mother Earth





Terra





Mare





Nine





13.3 hands high




Dark brown, with dark green accents





Terra is a very down to earth mare. She always thinks things through, and tries to find the most logical, efficient, or kind solution to the problem at hand. Due to this, she often spends more time alone with her thoughts then with a companion or two. This isn’t to be mistaken for having a general aura of unfriendliness, however. She is very friendly if spoken to, and though loved by many from afar, only a few have been able to handle the intensity of her thoughts. When left to her own accord, she will often contemplate how to better improve her riders’ skill levels, and what they need to work on.
She prefers to work with younger children, as she enjoys teaching them the ropes, and how things work in the world of riding. One thing in particular that she loves about this is the child’s natural curiosity and eagerness to learn. She likes it when she gets to show them a little piece of her life so they can learn how to ride and care for her, and in turn, she cares for them. Terra is very patient, and will calmly keep trying to help the child until they learn. However, if she feels that something they are asking her to do is too advanced for them, she will stop in her tracks and wait until they have a change of heart. This way, they won’t get hurt, and she teaches them an important lesson: don’t overestimate yourself. (Though a little extra self-confidence doesn’t hurt!) Though this trait is very important for a beginners’ horse, Terra also possesses another special trait that makes her perfect for the job, which is her affectionate manner. All the children love her, and her nuzzles and “hugs.” All of these motherly characteristics Terra exemplifies are what make her a favorite horse of nearly every rider and stable worker.
In her free time, Terra likes to be put out to pasture in the evening, with a thick fog covering the tips of the trees. She’s very in touch with nature, and will stay there for hours, taking in the silent and majestic beauty of the whole scene. By the time the lethargic sun’s rays have become distorted by the restless ocean, she watches it, and then heads back in to call it a night. It is on these outings that she finds the most inner peace.
Terra’s chosen discipline is endurance. She is naturally pretty good at it, though by far, she isn’t the best. She mostly just enjoys the trail riding, and being able to traverse the wooden paths that encircle the stables. Many great riders at her stable have been trained in endurance by starting on her.

⟪456 words⟫



Terra had always been curious about the neighbors to the south. They kept to themselves, and owned a great expanse of land separated from her own only through a thick stretch of forest. Sometimes on her nightly outings, she would stand at the entrance to the great forest, and wonder what was out there. Perhaps she would never know. Today was no different, she thought. With a swift start, she cantered over to the forest to watch the sun set in the background. When the last rays had sunk below the ocean, she turned to head back just as she heard a noise amongst the bushes. Startled, she turned around, her tail shooting up like a banner. The source of the mysterious noise was nowhere to be found. She slowly walked back to the stables as she heard it again, more prominently. It almost sounded like a wounded animal. She cautiously crept closer, ears perked for any noise to sound again. In the darkness, she stepped forward, every step as silent as the sky was dark. Her heavy hooves crushed every blade of grass she stepped on. Suddenly, a twig snapped, and the sound resonated through the emptiness of the night.
“Please don’t hurt me!” a meek voice cried out. A small, fluffy figure stepped into the moonlight. He had a long coat of cream colored fur, and looked up at Terra. He had clearly never seen a horse before. “Who are you?” the puppy asked, when he finally realized she posed no threat.
“I’m Terra.” The puppy, clearly not satisfied with her answer, reworded her question.
“What are you?” Terra, completely taken aback by the question stuttered for a moment.
“W-w-what am I? What do you mean, ‘What am I?’ I’m a horse!”
“What’s that?” the puppy asked.
“Here’s a deal: I’ll tell you what a horse is if you come stay in the nice warm stables for the night with me. We wouldn’t want you to freeze out here, would we?” The puppy, eager to learn what a horse, agreed, and together, they walked back to the stables.

The next day, a few yawns and stretches later, the puppy was back to his usual ball of energy. In an effort to calm him down, Terra asked, “What’s your name, sweetie?”
“Firefly,” he replied, before returning to his perpetual state of bounciness. Terra sighed, then tried another tactic.
“I’m ready to teach you what horse means if you’ll calm down and come with me!” Firefly followed, though his energetic gait still didn’t lose its bounce. Terra led him to a worn down porch door, where she let out a whinny to show she was there. A few seconds after, the door was answered by a young woman with light brown hair, and red dyed tips. She looked at Terra, and when she spied Firefly hiding between her legs, a look of understanding settled on her facial expression. She bent down with open arms to receive him, and glanced at his collar.
“Firefly. Hmm... a fitting name, I have to say!” Terra looked on with a smile, and from that moment, she knew it wasn’t the last she’d be seeing of Firefly.

⟪532 words⟫

Firefly references:
Puppy
Adult




Art
Traditional Headshot

Also, I found a cat that reminded me of this Arabian down to the very last detail c:

titles by http://www.cooltext.com

❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀

Everything beyond this point was edited past the deadline, and I’m not sure if that was allowed or not. I just figured I’d let you know c:


For exactly two hours and thirty-seven minutes, I have known the darkness. My legs yearn to run free. I pace back and forth in the trailer, my hooves clunking against the noisy metal. Suddenly, the truck jerks to a halt. Freedom! I turn my ears toward the heavy footsteps reaching my trailer. A rough hand slides the door open. Before they see me coming, I slide out of the trailer, hooves hitting the ground running. A cloud of dust deters my new pursuer, his heavy boots shortening his stride. My slim gray legs nimbly dodge the equipment scattered around the stables. I have no idea of where I’m heading, but I keep running anyways. A small shack looms in the distance. I race towards it, the man long left in my wake. My hooves skid in the dirt, just as I’m about to crash into the brown wall of the shack. Dust forms a cloud around me, settling on my flea-bitten gray coat.
“Nice stop,” I hear a voice say. Startled, I turn around. A beautiful chimeric mare looms over me. Though my actual height far exceeds hers, it is something in the way she carries herself that gives her a presence that cannot be denied. Taken aback for a moment, I stop and stare at her, talking in everything about her. She has an intriguing coat, a mix of seal brown and lilac roan with brindle. Her kind eyes are an earthly green, and they twinkle as she smiles at me. “You must be Rose. Everyone’s dying to meet you, follow me! I was heading back to the stables anyways.” Tongue still tied, all I can do is nod, and follow her. This new place is actually quite lovely, a detail I failed to notice earlier, when I was too focused on escaping. The thought barely flickered across my mind that my pursuer might be near the stables, but I felt so calm and protected around this mare that I just let it pass by, never occurring to me again. Soon, we reach the stables, a rather large building with grey doors, the bottom half completely caked in the spring mud. “Spring’s my favorite season, I just love how everything comes to life again,” she murmured, not talking to anyone in particular.
“I never noticed that before. I always hated how it didn’t follow a pattern the way winter does.”
“She speaks!” the mare exclaims, smiling my way. “I’m Terra, by the way.” Before I can even get a nod out, I notice a figure emerge into my field of view. The man! I jump back, eyes wide with surprise. “Settle down, Rose, Adrian’s the most gentle human I know!” Terra states gently.

WIP

⟪454 words so far⟫


Poem

[Dedaccount]

Was wondering if you guys would like any mane edits added cx
I didn't get time to yesterday but I was thinking of making their mane and tail shorter to make them look more unique c:

[kkspecial4]

Was wondering if you guys would like any mane edits added cx
I didn't get time to yesterday but I was thinking of making their mane and tail shorter to make them look more unique c:

Personally I like it how it is, but if you'd like to do edits I am not opposed to them. c: