[the legend leg]

#1400/ look ma, i got to do a special number
ive been wanting to create a peacock spotted raj for a while now and lol well i tried multiple times & well just say i tried


Username: SpartanAmethyst
Show Name: SARJ Archaic Divinity
Barn Name: Rhea
Gender: Mare
Height: 15.2 hands

Dam: foundation
Sire: foundation

Phenotype: Sooty Red Bay Roan Dun Peacock Pintaloosa (tobiano/splash/overo/leopard) +pangare +rabicano +grease spots +war paint numbering
Genotype: EE / Aa / Dd / RnRn / STYSTY / LpLp / PATN1patn1 +pangare +rabicano +grease spots +war paint numbering
Eye Color: Spacial Saphire
Breeding Notes:
-will always produce black based foals
-will always produce foals with the roan gene
-will always produce foals with the sooty gene
-will always produce foals with the leopard gene
*-peacock is a version of leopard
-has a 20% passing rate IF the foal has both the leopard gene and the PATN1 gene (of any passing)
-war paint may not pass
-grease spots must be rolled for
-pangare must be rolled for

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end date: october 8th october 14th
impress me! you may make art/stories/etc and add as much as youd like
extensions are available.

[Medd-Lee]

Heck//

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[clemen]

Username: Catsrule1908
Show Name: The Mist
Barn Name: Misty

[AceCavalier]

Blessed by the Winds of Fate

Username: AceCavalier
Show Name: Blessed by the Winds of Fate
Barn Name: Fate

Sometimes, as we go about our lives, we experience moments that make us wonder what our purpose is in this world. What does my life have in store for me? Where is the world going to take me? Am I being guided by some greater force, someone that lives within everything and everyone? Is it fate?

Fate is a funny thing. Why does it take us on the paths it does? Why does it face us with challenges? Why does it gift us with success? Or do we influence our own fate, shaping it with every step we take?





What was fate to the girl standing in the rain? Her white-blonde hair hung down across her face in soaked strands; her drenched clothes stuck to her small body. Abyssal blue eyes stared at the water pooling on the pavement around her bare feet. Each drop created miniature eruptions, splattering smaller drops in wild circles and sending out a continuous storm of ripples. Veins of light split the sky, and the clouds roared.





She'd stopped being scared of thunder a long time ago. Its power and anger was fascinating to her - it made her feel small, knowing how loud the earth could be. How violent. It reminded her of the racing water two years ago, a roar of a different kind, the crashing sounds as the house around her was dragged into the muddy torrent.

The rainwater wasn't like that water. It was gentle, soft on her skin. The pools it left on the ground were small, for now. She lifted her toes out of the water and brought them down again with a splosh, watching the ripples it made. Nothing like the waves that had swept her whole world away.





But she was still here. Was it fate that had pulled her out of the river? Why had it done that?

A breeze picked up through the abandoned streets, rushing over the cracked pavement and sending stronger ripples through the puddles. It was oddly warm against her damp skin. She looked up and watched the wind tussle through the branches of the pine trees that lined the road. One branch bent too far in the wind and broke, tumbling to the ground.





It crashed against the soil with a series of snaps and cracks. A sound like thunder erupted behind her, and a flash of silver. She spun around, surprised to find that she wasn't alone - but it wasn't another person there, huddled under the cover of the pines. It was a horse, ghostly and pale and as drenched as she was, blood-like marks splashed across the front of its body. She worried that it was injured, that perhaps it had hurt itself while escaping. Slowly, she began to step towards it, her feet causing small splashes in the ground. The horse watched her warily, lowering its head to her level, trying to gauge the look in her eyes. Whatever it found there must have made it curious; soon she was able to reach out and let it investigate her hand. This close, she could see that it wasn't injured at all - the colour was just a part of the horse's coat. She reached up to the dark blotch across her face, a scar from when she was little. The horse nickered and nudged its nose against her shoulder.

Perhaps it was fate that she had brought her here. Maybe fate had guided her, step by step, horror by horror, to this moment. She had lost so much, but here, today, she had found something she'd never had before.

Five years later, she stands barefooted in the rain again, her toes buried in the thick green grass, her pale hair tied back from her smiling face. The raindrops patter against the fence rail as she watches her best friend frolic and gallop, stopping to snort and whinny at her before racing away again. The trees sway in the wind as though dancing, and lightning illuminates the sky, but she has never felt safer.

Sorry, that got kinda long and sad! Not really what I'd expected to write when I started - guess my fingers have a mind of their own?? Happy to link instead if it's too long!
Also if the gifs are slowing things down too much and I can link those, too. I was kinda going for a visual story, with gifs to help emphasise the feel and mood of the writing.

[dea invidia.]

Unfortunately i have to pull out if this comp, my computer is currently under repair due to a screen issue and I lost all my art of this girl unfortunately. Good luck to everyone who enters!

[littlepotato711]

Username: Littlepotato711
Show Name: Wings of Flight
Barn Name: Calamity

Impress me:
Part 1-Photoshop (first one ever haha)
Part 2-Moodboard!

Part 3-Story (It's pretty bad considering how I rushed through it...):
Is this freedom?

Is it?

She blinked her tired eyes, adjusting to the bright sun. Her journey led her here, her journey from her past, from those judging looks, the lowered whispers, the silent disapproval from her fellow barn horses. Her past had been a sad story, one that she wished hard to leave behind, but alas, had been engraved in her mind, leaving behind an ugly scar, never to heal. This is her story:

Calamity had normal parents, bay horses like they were supposed to be. She was born in a stable where only bay and chestnut horses were bred. Her father was a bay stallion bred in the same stable, but her mother had been brought in from a market, or so she heard. Rarely are horses brought in, and even then, the stable owners are very picky. However, her dam had been a carrier of a gene that did not show, but was carried to Calamity. She was the first and only foal in that stable that was not a bay or chestnut horse, much to everyone’s disapproval.

From that day on, she was treated as an outsider by all her stable-mates. None of the other foals dared near her, often teasing her about her appearance. She often watched, isolated in her stable, as the other horses played outside. The adult horses stayed away from her too, calling her “monster” and other ill-sounding names. Is this how she should be treated? How does one not feel at home, in their home? The insults kept coming, cutting her soul like broken pieces of glass, and no matter how hard she tried, they just wouldn’t heal.

One day, Calamity could not take it anymore. When the other horses were lined up to be brushed, she sneaked out through a backdoor that was left open. Nobody realised her absence, and if they did, Calamity was not too sure if they would care.

Now, it was all over. She knew she had to forget her past and start anew, but alas, the sad truth is, a broken heart never really heals.

Part 4-Character development i guess?
Calamity is a shy, humble mare. In the stables, she keeps to herself and can often be seen with her good friend, Flora, huddled in a corner sharing stories with the foals.

[Spirit23Wolf]

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[whisky]

Marking

[withtheroses]

Username: ♥rose♥
Show Name: Show It All Off
Barn Name: Pagóni (Greek for Peacock)
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[Vampire Adam]

Username: Vampire Adam
Show Name: SMR A Stroke of Luck
Barn Name: Lucky
Extras: Her Name stems from the fact that she’s lucky to be alive. Her mother was adopted from an abusive home by Shadow Moon Ranch, and the staff worked around the clock to nurse her back to health. Even with their help, Lucky’s birth was a complicated one, and she was very weak as a foal. Both she and her mother were nurtured by the good people at SMR to bring out the natural gentleness in their personalities. With proper love, attention and vet care the two have flourished, and are now a part of SMR’s Therapy Horse Program, where they work with people who have chronic illnesses or disabilities. Lucky has grown into a strong, affectionate horse that spends her days being petted, groomed and ridden by those who need an animal like her in their lives. She never fails to bring a smile to everyone’s face, even when she’s just relaxing in the pasture. Her serenity and grace give others a sense of calm.