[Half Tree]

Everyone had good suggestions for some Valentine tolts so I decided to mix them all together and put out 6 designs.
I don't have the time to put them all onto tolt lines right away so I figured why not put them on a base?





[top - left to right]
#1
Eye Colour: Dried Rose Stems
Phenotype: Pearl Dun Tobiano
Genotype: ee Aa prlprl Dd Toto

#2 (has vision issues)
Eye Colour: Loyalist Purple
Phenotype: Cremello/Perlino Chimeric
Genotype: ee aa CrCr + Ee Aa CrCr

#3
Eye Colour: Uncertain Cyan
Phenotype: Silver Classic Champagne Splash
Genotype: Ee aa Chch Zz Splspl


[bottom - left to right]
#4
Eye Colour: Magenta Madness
Phenotype: Rose Grey [Blood Bay] Sabino Splash
Genotype: Ee Aa Gg Sbsb Splspl

#5
Eye Colour: Jealous Salmon
Phenotype: Blue Roan Blanket Appaloosa Overo
Genotype: Ee aa Rnrn Lplp PATN1patn1 Oo

#6 (has hearing issues)
Eye Colour: Brokenheart Blue
Phenotype: Red Chestnut Tovero
Genotype: ee aa Toto Oo

These two count as part of the set.


So for this one make your own form!
(include basics like halter colour, name, sex and/or gender, etc.)
You can enter for a maximum of two designs but only win one of them.
You can have a maximum of 2 extras.
(choice of 2000 words or 2 art pieces or1000 words + 1 art piece)
The main question has no word limit.

#1 - What do they prefer for Valentines? Flowers, chocolate, a movie, etc? Why?
#2 - Who do they love? Give me some history.
#3 - They look like they've been crying. Why is that? Was the reason good or bad?
#4 - What do they think of the Valentines holiday? What makes them think that?
#5 - They seem frustrated about something. What happened? Were they rejected? Forgotten?
#6 - They've been invited to a Valentines Day party. How does it go? Did they even attend?


This competition will run until the 28th!
1, 3, 4, and 5 : March 3rd

2 : March 7th

[Vinson]

I don't have time asdnjgfdgj

[Rescue2001]

Number: 2
Username: Rescue2001
Barn Name: Amy - old French for ‘beloved’
Show Name: A Work of Art
Gender: Mare
Halter: something that contrasts with her coat ( nothing too dark though )

Prompt:

Amy is in love with my gentle man of a horse, CR. They aren't officially mates but they do have a strong connection. Amy and CR have a long history, they have been together since they were yearlings. Amy has been with me sense she was a foal. CR came to me when he was a yearling and it was a hard move for him. When CR got to the stable all the yearlings and even some of the adults came to check him out but after a while only two really stuck by his side, one being his best friend Chip and the other being Amy. Amy really helped him get settled, she was even in the stall next to him which helped even more. After about a week Amy and CR really started to become real close. They are always seen together, you can find CR out in the pasture grazing and you look around a bit and there is Amy grazing away. They even started training together, but after a bit they did have to separate for a month or so when both were sent to trainers. Amy was back before CR was. When they were reunited it was quite cute, as CR was being unloaded from the trailer, Amy came running up from the far side of the pasture and was at the front gate in a matter of seconds they both were whinnying. When CR was finally into the pasture their noses touched and they blew air into each other's nostrils. Then they started playing a bit and took off further into the pasture and started bucking around and just having fun, it was quite a cute thing to watch. After a couple of hours you could see them laying down next to each other cause they were so pooped from all the playing. And ever sense then they have never been apart besides when they went to competitions, even then we brought both for good luck.
Amy knew after CR came back from the trainer that she was in love with him. Even years after she hasn't told him she doesn't know how to tell him and she doesn't want to lose him so she keeps putting off telling him. She hopes he loves her too, like how she loves him, and she hopes she has the guts to tell him before it's too late. Amy doesn't know but CR himself kinda knows that she likes him a little more then just a good friend. CR kinda feels the same way about Amy but he isn't sure of it, he doesn't want to lose her as a friend and if he does tell her and they do become more then friends he doesnt know how it will turn out. He knows that he will have to tell her soon but he doesn't know how to or when or even if it would be the right thing to do, he just hopes he will never lose her and Amy thinks the same way.

[grapejuice]

gentle reserve for 1 and 2 uwu

[j. bourne]

Show Name: Fraudulent Intent
Barn Name: Drystan (DRIS-tən)
Gender: Androgynous Mare
Halter: Surprise me with inspiration from the story!

Tolter Number: #3
Prompt Response: Linked for length! I included a little warning near the top just in case. <3
Synopsis: Drystan is convinced she has been betrayed by the one person she thought she could trust. With hard evidence believed to be handed down from her superiors at the agency, she acts immediately. 'The Spectre' won't get away from her this time...or will he?
Extras: One art piece included at the bottom of the document containing the prompt response!

[OutdatedBoombox]

Quick res for #5!

Show Name:
HG Fixed on Forget-Me-Nots
Barn Name:
Amnesia
Gender:
mare
Prompt:

It isn't her first Valentine's day alone. She wanders down the street, the freshly bought bouquet of red and white roses clenched tightly in her hand. Even through her coat, the chill of the grey February day soaks down to her bones. As she nears the cemetery, she finally notices the light snowfall coming down. Llora had loved the snow. Esia is forced to stop for a moment, a few tears trickling down her muzzle before she ferociously wipes them away and continues.

She passes through the cemetery gates and trods down the well-kept dirt path she's practically burnt into her memory. Before she reaches her destination, she stops to reminisce. Their first date together, held at a little cafe just down the road. Llora's first experience with snow, her milky eyes lighting up in surprise and happiness at the powdery crunch and shocking cold under her hooves. Her giggling at the sensation of snowflakes landing on her nose and tangling in her eyelashes. The way her ears twitched so adorably at all of the sounds of the town, so different from her small rural village.

Llora's blindness was never something that bothered Esia. If anything, it made the beautiful, long maned mare even more enchanting. The way she was so expressive, and excited, and.... beautiful. The way she was so interested in even the silliest little things in life made her such a joy to be around. The day Esia proposed, after almost two years of wooing Llora, was one of the happiest days of their lives. The wedding wasn't much, something small and simple and held late at night next to the river that flowed behind their house. Many joyful tears and peals of laughter filled their souls that day. They had imagined a family together, a long life, many years of soft, quiet contentment as they aged side by side.

But only three years after they married, Llora got sick. The doctors had thought it was just a summer fever at first, but despite all of the efforts to treat her, she just got worse. And worse. And worse. Esia was there, holding her in bed despite the threat of catching the same illness, hugging her beloved close when Llora finally- quietly- passed away. It wasn't dramatic. It wasn't gory. It wasn't even anything particularly noteworthy. But Esia felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. She sat there, cradling her wife close to her chest, muffling her tears in Llora's silky, black and white mane. She stayed there until she had to leave.

Now, standing on the path to her wife's grave, she starts to cry properly. Not only out of grief, but out of frustration and gratitude. Frustration over the fact that their time together was so short. Gratitude over the fact that they at least had had time together. Grief over the fact that Llora was gone. Esia sits down in front of the gravestone, tenderly laying the bouquet on the frost-covered grass before pounding her fists into the earth in an almost childish act of anger and release. She snarls out her misery, her loneliness, her grief, her loss until there is nothing left but hoarse breathing and choked sobs. Her head rests against the dark, coarse stone of the marker, cheek pressed into it. Her hands roam and caress it before hugging it tight, as she would Llora, as she does every year when she visits. Soon she starts cooing her lament, her apologies, all for not making more of the time they had together, even with all the adventures they enjoyed. Her voice is still hoarse, but now barely a whisper. Once done, all Esia does is sit there in silence, her legs folded up under her and her head resting on the icy stone. Her last words before leaving are always the same, always a promise.

"There will be no other for me."
[653 words]


[Idea is that Amnesia "Esia" is frustrated over the fact that she lost the love of her life- her wife- too soon. Not to anyone else, but to the inevitability of fate and death. She's visiting her grave with a gift. I'm going for an anthro-sorta thing, I guess. Lore will be a bit different than official stable lore. The art will NOT go to the winner, it’s too personalized to this story. I’m sorry ;-;]

[aray17]

#1
username: aray17
show name: Sweet Clementine of Mine
barn name: Clementine
gender: mare
halter color: bright red with gold
prompt: "What do they prefer for Valentines? Flowers, chocolate, a movie, etc? Why?"
Clementine sees Valentine's Day as gaudy and unnecessary, because if you truly love someone, then everyday should be Valentine's Day. Everyday you should be showing your significant other that you love them. From her love, she gets a single clementine with a little note attached to it everyday. But, on Valentine's Day, she gets a large basket of clementines with individual notes attached to each one. The time and dedication it takes him to put together her gift is what matters the most to her. On some of the notes, there are favorite memories, favorite songs, favorite sayings, and plenty of compliments.

extra: The steam from the shower filled the bathroom as I hopped out of the shower and into our room. I pulled on a short, off the shoulder, A-line dress and slipped on my black Louis Boutin heels with bright red bottoms. I casually walk into the bathroom and unwrap my hair towel. Flicking on the blow drier, I run my brush through my hair as I dry my hair. My heart races as I pull my strawberry blonde hair back into a loose updo. Excitement and curiosity as to where he’s taking me filled my mind. Every year, Wilder takes me somewhere different and this year is our ten-year anniversary. His present laid out on our bed and I peeked out of the bathroom to make sure he hadn’t returned from work. Wilder always dislikes it when I cover up my plentiful freckles with makeup. So tonight, I only lightly dotted concealer on my blemishes and red spots. I brushed on bronze eyeshadow and layered the colors to create a sultry, bronze smoky eye. I lightly coated on mascara and finished off the look with light blush and a bright red lipstick. His favorite color on me was red. Finishing up my makeup, I headed to my bedroom to finish his gift and wrap it before Wilder got home. I heard the front door creep open and his footsteps downstairs so I hurried to finish his gift. Wilder's heavy footsteps up the stairs excited me and I wondered what his reaction would be. I went back to the bathroom to calm my excitement and act natural. He opened up our bedroom door and I casually walked out of the bathroom. Wilder's eyes grew as he stared at me. He smiled and said "Wow, my wife is a stunner." I blushed and smiled as I walked over to him. We locked lips and I said with a big grin, "So, where are we going tonight?" He smiled and fidgeted in his pocket for a second, then pulled out a white envelope with gold detailing. He smiled and handed it to me. I gently opened the letter and it was an invitation to the seasonal Japanese citrus garden. I hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. We walked to our car and he opened the door for me. I gently rubbed Wilder's hand the entire drive and had a big smile on my face. We arrived at our destination and valet greeted us and we were escorted through the building, to the back gardens where the event was. Following the waiter, we walked through string lights hanging delicately from the branches of exotic citrus trees. We arrived at a small gazebo in the middle of the exhibit and we sat at the table for two. Beautiful lights hung from the roof of the gazebo as vines climbed the pillars. In the center of our table was a large basket of clementines, all freshly picked from this garden. And as usual, there were notes each attached to every one of them. We enjoyed course after course of citrus-infused dish and exchanged our gifts. It was something I had never thought of and something I would always remember.
extra: their love song Burning Love by Elvis Presley I find this song to be a good representation of their love because they're classy. They're burning for one another and they are unique. They have a deep passion for one another and truly understand the true meaning of love.

[/Aster/]

Dropping out because I unforunately don't have time :(

[lovestruck]

username. lovestruck
name. Protect the King/Balthasar (meaning protector of the king)
gender. stallion
halter. eye color with gold buckles, and perhaps a gold crown drawn on it?
trying for #4!

wip

[Ringo.]

dropping out due to time ;-;