[j. bourne]

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Pride Tolter #9: Agender Pride! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Username: Vinson
Show Name: Lepiej Pózno, Niż Wcale
Barn Name: Oliwier
Gender: Agender
Eye Color: Glaciers and Seas ( gunmetal blue )
Sire/Dam: Foundation
Sire/Dam: Foundation
Phenotype: Dappled Chocolate Palomino Pangare with Birdcatcher Spots
Genotype: ee/aa/Crcr/Zz/Stysty/Pngpng + birdcatcher spots
Breeding Notes:

Cannot be bred to other Pride tolters!
Pride items cannot pass! This includes the 'temporary tattoo' identifying this tolter as a Pride tolt!
Colored shoes pass at artist's discretion, but only one color may pass!
Edited expression/closed eyes/smile/eyebrows cannot pass!
Any additional edits, if any, pass at artist's discretion, cannot be requested, and must be rolled for like chimeric!

Carries silver! Has the ability to produce silver foals!


Competition: Impress me and custom design competition!
Stipulations: No limits with the impress me! For the custom, though, please don't choose any rare genes (like brindle, somatic, chimeric, etc.) and please don't make it a gene bomb! Thank you! I love reference images, too! I will be judging the 'impress me' side, not your coat choice, but if your coat is too complex, I may use that to judge as well. If you have any questions, please PM me! Below is a skeleton form, please delete anything in parentheses!
End Date: 1 month, reguardless! Will be judged no matter what!


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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Show Name: [/b]
[b]Barn Name:[/b]
[b]Gender: [/b] ( [i]must[/i] be on the agender spectrum! )
[b]Eye Color:[/b]
[b]Coat Color:[/b]
[b]Markings:[/b]
[b]Additional Genes:[/b]
[b]Halter:[/b] Preset!

[oakfire]

definite mark / res <3

[Vinson]

username ;; vinson

show name ;; lepiej pózno, niż wcale
show name meaning ;; polish proverb, "better late than never"
pronunciation ;; lepye poojno, nish ve sala

barn name ;; oliwier (ollie)
barn name meaning ;; olive tree; a symbol of peace, fruitfulness, beauty, and dignity
pronunciation ;; aw-lee-vyer

gender ;; agender
sexuality ;; aromantic demi-pansexual
age ;; 9 years
zodiac and star signs ;; cancer || year of the horse
birthplace ;; sandwash basin, colorado

eye color ;; gunmetal blue
coat color ;; chocolate palomino pangare
markings ;; solid - face marking, leg marking
additional genes ;; birdcatcher spots (especially around the eyes), hidden silver and cream genes
halter ;; preset

anomaly of sandwash basin ;;
Hot. Hot, dry, and windy - that was all that Oliwier knew. It was what they were born into, what they lived in for three years of their life. Ollie was born in the summer, when the ground was white and blinding, water was low, and it was every band for themselves. They were lucky to be born into an established band, one of feral tolters who had found each other in the basin.
Ollie’s dam was thin but hardy, Ollie being one of three foals from her. They were the oldest, the firstborn, and Ollie’s sire was the band stallion. And so Ollie lived a simple but normal life in the basin, constantly moving and fending off bachelor stallions.
Ollie, of course, was not born as Ollie. They were born under another simpler name, one not also a human name. Anytime someone asks of their birth name, Ollie shakes their head and smiles, politely turning down their question.

When Ollie was two, their sire chased them out of the herd. Being neither a stallion or a mare, Ollie wasn’t a threat - but they also had no use in the herd. They were saddened, but understood.
They were also terrified. Ollie had never been alone by themselves before, and now that they were out in the open, wandering from wash to wash, panic drove their heart into their throat. Ollie was a small horse, a mere 13.2 hands, and had never before associated with normal mustangs. Every now and then they were approached by bachelors, by small bands of three or four horses, but there was never an invitation to join a band or travel with a bachelor as a pair. They knew why - they weren’t good for anything. They weren’t a stallion, they couldn’t lead and compete for mares, and they weren’t a mare either - they couldn’t have foals.

Ollie wandered the basin for another year, surviving off the land like they had been raised, trailing other bands in search of grazing spots and water. When they were three, nearing four, they got caught in a roundup and were taken to a BLM holding facility. They were auctioned off to Cobalt Sky as a wild four year old, distrustful of both humans and other tolters at first.
With time and gentleness and willpower and patience, Ollie was eventually won over by their new owners. They were halter trained, socialized with other tolters, and even formed a small herd of their own.
Being around humans had its perks, Ollie supposed. Food and water readily available, a warm stall to come back to at night, always someone ready to listen and understand. And oh, the grooming - Ollie loved being brushed out, clipped, kept pristinely. They learned new smells, new sensations, new feelings, and learned to love again. Ollie relearned what it meant to have a herd, then a family and friends again. Ollie, slowly, learned how to love themselves again.

favorites ;; drizzling rain, clear night skies, cuddly animals, snow on the mountaintops, watching old movies, plushies, the smell of lavender, softly listening to music, oversized sweaters, salted caramels, sunlight through the curtains, potted plants, the scent of cookies fresh out of the oven, apricot preserves on horse cookies, wildflowers in the pasture, acoustic guitars


either or ;; cats or dogs || mountains or beach || strawberry or blueberry || peanut butter or jelly || wool or cotton || jumping or flatwork || coffee or tea || writing or drawing || sweet or savory || breakfast or dinner || early mornings or late nights || sun or moon|| vintage or modern || painting or sketching ||

[steve rogers.]

Username: p I d g e .
Show Name: AHS Candlelight Dinners
Barn Name: Candi
Gender: agender
Eye Color: red lips lipstick
Coat Color: gold bay
Markings: turning dappled grey, white brindle (if no brindle allowed thats alright)
Additional Genes: + non dilute
Halter: Preset!

[OutdatedBoombox]

Username:
OutdatedBoombox
Show Name:
HG Echoes of Cosmic Grief
Barn Name:
Alheimurinn (Icelandic for “Universe”)
Gender:
Agender
Eye Color:
Baby Star Pale Blue w/ Born-To-Die Star White central heterochromia and speckling in the blue
Coat Color:
Blue Roan
Markings:
Pintaloosa, Extensive corn marks, Birdcatcher spots (Like stars* on the body and freckles on the face, especially under the eyes)
Additional Genes:
Silver, pangare, maybe minimal dappled sooty on the shoulders and butt if you're up for it
Halter:
Preset!
Likes:
Anything minty, stargazing, ghosts, urban legends, and the time when dusky fades completely into night, alone time
Dislikes:
Extensive interaction with living beings, bright lights, loud noises, being harassed
Short Story/Info[?]:
It is unknown where they came from. They just... appeared one day. Wandering wild, yet not a single twig or bit of dirt blemishing their pristine coat, mane, or tail. Their eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. Touch was tolerated. They never fled from the humans who found them, but never permitted tacking or taming either. Containment proved to be impossible. No stall could hold them, no pasture, not matter how large. They had to be left out. At times, they would vanish without a trace. Gone for days, maybe weeks, only to reappear in the same part of the property. What they are is still a mystery. Something otherworldly, taking the form of a beautiful horse. They are not a mare. Not a stallion. Not a gelding. There is something unnerving about their gaze. Touch is only consistently permitted on the head, with occasional exceptions for touches along the back, feet, and upper rump. When interaction is initiated, it is brief. They don't seem to eat or drink, at least not in the company of any other living being. The other horses avoid them, preferring to stay several meters away at all times. This doesn't faze the... thing, despite the clear rejection. They do not seek companionship with any. Herd dynamics mean nothing. Very few of the normal equine behaviors apply to them, and yet they still keep their form. An air of sorrow surrounds them, infecting those who get close enough with an inexplicable feeling of grief. At times, it is like there are tears tricking down their face. Despite this, there is also an air of peace. Their expression never wavers from an almost mona-lisa esque visage. But something is hidden. Something unknown.

*Not star shaped, just scattered around like stars, maybe with a constellation hidden in there?

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[j. bourne]

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username ;; vinson

show name ;; lepiej pózno, niż wcale
show name meaning ;; polish proverb, "better late than never"
pronunciation ;; lepye poojno, nish ve sala

barn name ;; oliwier (ollie)
barn name meaning ;; olive tree; a symbol of peace, fruitfulness, beauty, and dignity
pronunciation ;; aw-lee-vyer

gender ;; agender
sexuality ;; aromantic demi-pansexual
age ;; 9 years
zodiac and star signs ;; cancer || year of the horse
birthplace ;; sandwash basin, colorado

eye color ;; gunmetal blue
coat color ;; chocolate palomino pangare
markings ;; solid - face marking, leg marking
additional genes ;; birdcatcher spots (especially around the eyes), hidden silver and cream genes
halter ;; preset


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Congrats! <3

[Vinson]

thank you so so much! ahhh I can’t believe I finally won a pride tolt c,:

[Vinson]

they're absolutely gorgeous - I cannot thank you enough <3