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here's my Halloween event tolt thing, this kiddo is roughly inspired by banshees.


a female spirit whose wailing warns of an impending death in a house.



this tolt also has a new gene, aska! meaning "ashes", aska causes the mane/tail of the tolt to start off dark (base coat coloured) and fade to silver.


username; OutdatedBoombox
name; HG River of Torment // Llorona
gender; mare
eye colour; moonblind
phenotype; ivory lilac dun varnish blanket appaloosa + aska
genetics; Ee/aa/ChCh/DD/nCr/nLp/askask
dam; unknown
sire; unknown

-will always produce champagne foals (ChCh)
-will always produce dun foals (DD)
-moon blindness has 15% chance to pass
-cobwebs have 10% chance to pass
-mane/tail edits have 20$% chance to pass
-homozygous recessive aska (askask), this gene only displays when there is a double recessive copy. will always pass 1 copy.

[OutdatedBoombox]

username;
OutdatedBoombox
name;
HG River of Torment//Llorona
gender;
mare
why are they yelling?
She has been alone for almost as long as she can remember. The winter air stings her lungs and yet she still continues to cry out as she struggles to wade in the knee deep water. The current fights against her, dragging her every step down to a leaden crawl. Her coat is sodden with river water and tears. Abandoned, left behind, rejected. She has wandered this riverbank since she was young.

She remembers it well. She was a new mare, only four, beautiful and carrying her first foals within her. The herd had always needed to cross this river in the summer, when they migrated to fresher grass. She had made the trip successfully before, even surviving as a new filly. This time was different. She took a step, then another, and another. It was too late by the time she noticed the slate bottom of the river slipping from under her hooves. The current, strengthened by spring's snowmelt, swept her down. The mare's body battered against the rocks as she struggled to right herself, her legs flailing uselessly through the water column while she sank deeper and deeper. Her cries never reach the surface, the water eagerly rushing into her lungs and choking her to silence. The mare slowly drowned, entombed in the icy, crystalline currents.

That would not be the last anyone saw of her, however. That winter, an unlucky few began seeing- and hearing- the apparition of a spotted horse. Crying out into the darkness, her misty breath disintegrating into the sky. She is searching. Searching for the herd that left her behind. The herd she will never run with again. Her keens are as clear and sharp as the river she's trapped in. She is an omen of things to come. Darkness. Death. Disease. A symbol of the future accident that will befall the witness. Few have come face to face with her, and fewer still have lived long enough to speak of her appearance. She is as beautiful up close as she is from afar, but there is something wrong. Something very, very wrong. She is sodden, dripping wet despite her almost floating mane and tail. Her soft, milky eyes are blank and glassy, yet still provoke the unnerving sensation of being watched. Perfectly clear water leaks from her nose and mouth in a steady stream. Her beautiful coat hides greyish-purple, frostbitten flesh underneath. She is freezing and clammy to the touch. Some report that- at times- she appears to be followed by the faintest specters of two newborn colts. Other times, she is supposedly seen with one of her various victims astride her back.

Although her appearance is unnerving, she is docile. Only a warning rather than a direct cause of what her victims will suffer in the future. Her cries to be found and grieved for herald an unfortunate fate to those who can hear them. [484 words]
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Mostly done! I might pretty up my form a bit but aside from that...

[SilverNightWolf]

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[Rescue2001]

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[Lush]

username; HowlToTheWind
name; MLS Death At Midnight // Scarlet
gender; Mare
why are they yelling? WIP
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[Tazaria]

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[NeverLand.]

username; Neverland.
name; October / Hazel
gender; Mare
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[heffalumps]

username; buckskin.
name; curiosity's manor || lucinda
gender; mare
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[Livalathia]

Mark

[Vampire Adam]

Username
Vampire Adam

Name
SMR Lady of the Wind (Gwyn)

Gender
Mare

Why are they yelling?

A torrent of rain poured from the sky into the fog enshrouded night. Wind howled, causing the normally quiet barn to creak and shudder, as though in fear. Some of the other horses were restless, pacing in their stalls and pawing at the ground, but Gwyn was unfazed. Her foal was safe there with her, and her mate was in the next stall. As long as they were all safe, she was happy.

Gwyn had dozed off when a loud thunderclap roared, shaking the entire barn with its intensity. Suddenly she was wide awake, and her frightened foal was huddled close to her. She gave him a gentle, reassuring nuzzle, though she felt tense herself. There was a subtle, unpleasant scent in the air, and it only grew worse as minutes ticked by.

Smoke. The barn had been struck by lightning and caught fire.

Panic rose quickly as the scent became a visible smog. Horses reared and beat at their stall doors with their hooves, desperate to get away from the smoke and bright, licking flames that were making their way through the barn like a living predator. Gwyn tried to stay calm for the sake of her foal, but she knew they had to find a way out.

"Come on!" she heard someone outside shout. "Hurry up! We've gotta get the animals out!"

It should have been a relief to know that help was coming, but Gwyn wouldn't be relieved until her family was safe. She whinnied and tossed her head, hoping to get someone's attention.

Several people came running in, each trying to calm the horses enough to get them out. Some were so frightened they were rooted to the spot, while others lashed out irrationally as much as they could. One of the men ran over to her stall and opened the door, taking her by the halter to lead her away. Someone else ran in to grab her foal, and she only moved forward when she was certain he'd be with her.

The rain outside was cold and relentless, but not enough to kill the raging flames. Dry hay fueled the fire, with more and more of the barn being engulfed in orange light by the second. Gwyn's mate joined her and their foal outside, but the little foal was in a state of absolute panic. As soon as his hooves touched the ground, he bolted into the foggy night.

His father ran after him, but Gwyn's halter was still being held by the man who had saved her from the fire. She whinnied, tossed her head and struggled until he finally had to let go to avoid being injured. With her heart threatening to pound out of her chest, Gwyn raced in the direction her mate and foal had gone.

It was difficult to see through the thick fog, and very disorienting. After a while she didn't know exactly where she was headed, but she could hear her family out there in the dark.

Then, suddenly, silence. Their voices were gone; drowned out by the wind and rain. Gwyn cried out into the darkness, but received no reply.

The next morning, her foal and mate were found on the bank of the river, which still raged in the aftermath of the storm. Her foal had fallen in, and her mate had perished trying to save him. Her family was gone.

Every night she cries out into the darkness, hoping to hear them answer.

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