[NeriHyuga]

This graceful mare looks like a little genebomb. Her mane and tail have a strange green shade to it, it seems like she loves water and some algae have mixed into the blond and black from her silver mane. Maybe water is the way to get through to her?

she isn't so easy to get, because she was very hard to capture and shows a strong attitude. She has a incredible big mistrust to humans and is hard to please. But she found a little friend in your pasture that helps her to slowly grow fond of you too.
Her friend can be either another Tezari, a completly different horse or an animal, that's completly up to you.
To get her you need to write 2 storys about her:
1. she loves to play in the water, tell me what her funniest waterplay was since she is in your pasture
2. tell me a story about her and her friend trying to get her used to humans

the storys don't need to be long but i look for unique ones

Username: Estelle Ollivere
Tezari name: Mérida
Gender: Mare
Coat: Brown silver pintaloosa (varnish roan (LpLp)+ blanket (Patn2patn2) with tobiano)
Genotype: Ée/AtA/Tkit/LpLp/Patn2patn2
- will always pass At or A, but never both
- will always pass leopard complex
Height: 14.3 hh
Friend: Milan
Story 1:
xxxxThere had been a period of four hours of heavy, relentless rain in the area, dousing the pasture in a watery sheen. The more stagnant tezaris in the stables, when it came to rainy weather, at least, stood stock still in annoyance at the wet air and slosh of the earth. Cagliari, naturally, at the forefront. But gazing out at the pastures, I can see the relaxed stance of Mérida under a rain-weighed tree. The leaves shimmer with the slick of the downpour, and so does she. Usually she's moody and antsy, tipping back and forth on her hooves and eying anyone around her. But now, she's calm, content, entirely at peace where she stands. But then a slight breeze shook the tree and a loose water droplet fell down, landing squarely on her water-drenched forehead. Her ears whip to alertness and she jumps a little in place. I watch her graceful neck extend as she looks up towards the offending leaf, and another drop slides down to hit her in the nose. She whinnies and trots in place, shaking her head out and almost daring the water to keep coming. She watches this next, slower droplet dribble on the edge of its leaf. As it falls she aims and tries to eat at it, clearly attempting to catch the fiend in her bite. Not sure whether or not she succeeded, she pounces around in search of another raindrop to consume. Graciously, the wind embraces the tree once more, and a barrage of water droplets come surging down towards her. Ecstatic, she bounds around, snapping at each one that she can. It's hard not to smile and laugh at the continuing show, and she looks so pleased with the water and the chance to play in it. She seems... at home, I suppose, and it's heartwarming to see.
Story 2:
xxxxThere were few things more obvious than the fact that Mérida distrusted humans, and even (though on a much lower scale) other equines. By some grace above, she did, however, seem to find a friend in the sweet Milan. Forming such a close bond, it was rare to see them separated. Mérida likely found herself at danger away from the warm side of Milan, out in the open to be approached by the dread human race. But Milan was determined to change that, because she knew that a tezari had every chance to form as strong and as dear a bond as the two of them had themselves. There was no reason for Mérida to miss out on that. With her intentions decided, Milan set out on her plan. Each time the owner or stable hands came out to feed, groom, train, and visit, she made positively sure that she was always by their side. At first Mérida was bewildered to be left in the open, trailing along hesitantly all the while, but eventually she caught on and refused to join in. She stood solidly in the back, as far away from the tough of human hands as she could. Milan needed plan B. The perfect opportunity came, of course, with the visit of the owner's young nephew. He was large for his age, but still so incredibly small, as toddlers were. Affectionate and cheerful as always, he burst into the stables with a cry of joy. Milan teetered to the door of her stall, peering out and nickering softly to the child. The owner came and lifted the boy up, letting him reach out and stroke her soft nose. Delighted laughter pealed from his lips, and Milan nosed him gently. She glanced further into the shared stall at Mérida, and she could tell the wild mare's interest was peaked, as she stared curiously at the interaction. Milan sidestepped so she could better see the other mare, calling encouragingly to her. When at first she resisted, Milan stepped over and bumped her head against her neck, physically asking her to greet the small human. Grudgingly (and a little due to inquisitiveness) she accepted, slowly moving to meet the owner and her nephew. His eyes shone brightly as they landed on her, and she, as Milan had done before her, inched her head over the stable door. A small hand alighted upon the bridge of her nose, and she suddenly shied back. But the owner cooed at her gently, and she reached out nervously again. This time when the soft hand moved across her nose, she remained present, even returning the affectionate gesture with a small tap against the boy's cheek. He giggled and scrunched into himself, smiling brighter yet. Milan chalked this one up to a success.

[adheline]

Username: Estelle Ollivere
Tezari name: Mérida
Gender: Mare
Coat: Brown silver pintaloosa (varnish roan (LpLp)+ blanket (Patn2patn2) with tobiano)
Genotype: Ée/AtA/Tkit/LpLp/Patn2patn2
- will always pass At or A, but never both
- will always pass leopard complex
Height: 14.3 hh
Friend: Milan
Story 1:
xxxxThere had been a period of four hours of heavy, relentless rain in the area, dousing the pasture in a watery sheen. The more stagnant tezaris in the stables, when it came to rainy weather, at least, stood stock still in annoyance at the wet air and slosh of the earth. Cagliari, naturally, at the forefront. But gazing out at the pastures, I can see the relaxed stance of Mérida under a rain-weighed tree. The leaves shimmer with the slick of the downpour, and so does she. Usually she's moody and antsy, tipping back and forth on her hooves and eying anyone around her. But now, she's calm, content, entirely at peace where she stands. But then a slight breeze shook the tree and a loose water droplet fell down, landing squarely on her water-drenched forehead. Her ears whip to alertness and she jumps a little in place. I watch her graceful neck extend as she looks up towards the offending leaf, and another drop slides down to hit her in the nose. She whinnies and trots in place, shaking her head out and almost daring the water to keep coming. She watches this next, slower droplet dribble on the edge of its leaf. As it falls she aims and tries to eat at it, clearly attempting to catch the fiend in her bite. Not sure whether or not she succeeded, she pounces around in search of another raindrop to consume. Graciously, the wind embraces the tree once more, and a barrage of water droplets come surging down towards her. Ecstatic, she bounds around, snapping at each one that she can. It's hard not to smile and laugh at the continuing show, and she looks so pleased with the water and the chance to play in it. She seems... at home, I suppose, and it's heartwarming to see.
Story 2:
xxxxThere were few things more obvious than the fact that Mérida distrusted humans, and even (though on a much lower scale) other equines. By some grace above, she did, however, seem to find a friend in the sweet Milan. Forming such a close bond, it was rare to see them separated. Mérida likely found herself at danger away from the warm side of Milan, out in the open to be approached by the dread human race. But Milan was determined to change that, because she knew that a tezari had every chance to form as strong and as dear a bond as the two of them had themselves. There was no reason for Mérida to miss out on that. With her intentions decided, Milan set out on her plan. Each time the owner or stable hands came out to feed, groom, train, and visit, she made positively sure that she was always by their side. At first Mérida was bewildered to be left in the open, trailing along hesitantly all the while, but eventually she caught on and refused to join in. She stood solidly in the back, as far away from the tough of human hands as she could. Milan needed plan B. The perfect opportunity came, of course, with the visit of the owner's young nephew. He was large for his age, but still so incredibly small, as toddlers were. Affectionate and cheerful as always, he burst into the stables with a cry of joy. Milan teetered to the door of her stall, peering out and nickering softly to the child. The owner came and lifted the boy up, letting him reach out and stroke her soft nose. Delighted laughter pealed from his lips, and Milan nosed him gently. She glanced further into the shared stall at Mérida, and she could tell the wild mare's interest was peaked, as she stared curiously at the interaction. Milan sidestepped so she could better see the other mare, calling encouragingly to her. When at first she resisted, Milan stepped over and bumped her head against her neck, physically asking her to greet the small human. Grudgingly (and a little due to inquisitiveness) she accepted, slowly moving to meet the owner and her nephew. His eyes shone brightly as they landed on her, and she, as Milan had done before her, inched her head over the stable door. A small hand alighted upon the bridge of her nose, and she suddenly shied back. But the owner cooed at her gently, and she reached out nervously again. This time when the soft hand moved across her nose, she remained present, even returning the affectionate gesture with a small tap against the boy's cheek. He giggled and scrunched into himself, smiling brighter yet. Milan chalked this one up to a success.

[NeriHyuga]

i will judge this soon ^^

[NeriHyuga]

Username: Estelle Ollivere
Tezari name: Mérida
Gender: Mare
Coat: Brown silver pintaloosa (varnish roan (LpLp)+ blanket (Patn2patn2) with tobiano)
Genotype: Ée/AtA/Tkit/LpLp/Patn2patn2
- will always pass At or A, but never both
- will always pass leopard complex
Height: 14.3 hh
Friend: Milan
Story 1:
xxxxThere had been a period of four hours of heavy, relentless rain in the area, dousing the pasture in a watery sheen. The more stagnant tezaris in the stables, when it came to rainy weather, at least, stood stock still in annoyance at the wet air and slosh of the earth. Cagliari, naturally, at the forefront. But gazing out at the pastures, I can see the relaxed stance of Mérida under a rain-weighed tree. The leaves shimmer with the slick of the downpour, and so does she. Usually she's moody and antsy, tipping back and forth on her hooves and eying anyone around her. But now, she's calm, content, entirely at peace where she stands. But then a slight breeze shook the tree and a loose water droplet fell down, landing squarely on her water-drenched forehead. Her ears whip to alertness and she jumps a little in place. I watch her graceful neck extend as she looks up towards the offending leaf, and another drop slides down to hit her in the nose. She whinnies and trots in place, shaking her head out and almost daring the water to keep coming. She watches this next, slower droplet dribble on the edge of its leaf. As it falls she aims and tries to eat at it, clearly attempting to catch the fiend in her bite. Not sure whether or not she succeeded, she pounces around in search of another raindrop to consume. Graciously, the wind embraces the tree once more, and a barrage of water droplets come surging down towards her. Ecstatic, she bounds around, snapping at each one that she can. It's hard not to smile and laugh at the continuing show, and she looks so pleased with the water and the chance to play in it. She seems... at home, I suppose, and it's heartwarming to see.
Story 2:
xxxxThere were few things more obvious than the fact that Mérida distrusted humans, and even (though on a much lower scale) other equines. By some grace above, she did, however, seem to find a friend in the sweet Milan. Forming such a close bond, it was rare to see them separated. Mérida likely found herself at danger away from the warm side of Milan, out in the open to be approached by the dread human race. But Milan was determined to change that, because she knew that a tezari had every chance to form as strong and as dear a bond as the two of them had themselves. There was no reason for Mérida to miss out on that. With her intentions decided, Milan set out on her plan. Each time the owner or stable hands came out to feed, groom, train, and visit, she made positively sure that she was always by their side. At first Mérida was bewildered to be left in the open, trailing along hesitantly all the while, but eventually she caught on and refused to join in. She stood solidly in the back, as far away from the tough of human hands as she could. Milan needed plan B. The perfect opportunity came, of course, with the visit of the owner's young nephew. He was large for his age, but still so incredibly small, as toddlers were. Affectionate and cheerful as always, he burst into the stables with a cry of joy. Milan teetered to the door of her stall, peering out and nickering softly to the child. The owner came and lifted the boy up, letting him reach out and stroke her soft nose. Delighted laughter pealed from his lips, and Milan nosed him gently. She glanced further into the shared stall at Mérida, and she could tell the wild mare's interest was peaked, as she stared curiously at the interaction. Milan sidestepped so she could better see the other mare, calling encouragingly to her. When at first she resisted, Milan stepped over and bumped her head against her neck, physically asking her to greet the small human. Grudgingly (and a little due to inquisitiveness) she accepted, slowly moving to meet the owner and her nephew. His eyes shone brightly as they landed on her, and she, as Milan had done before her, inched her head over the stable door. A small hand alighted upon the bridge of her nose, and she suddenly shied back. But the owner cooed at her gently, and she reached out nervously again. This time when the soft hand moved across her nose, she remained present, even returning the affectionate gesture with a small tap against the boy's cheek. He giggled and scrunched into himself, smiling brighter yet. Milan chalked this one up to a success.

winner ^^
i really grew fond of this story :3