[Rescue2001]

GA adopt 8/15

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Eye Colour: ligthsaber glow
Sire/Dam: Foundation
Sire/Dam: Foundation
Phenotype: liver chestnut tobiano with rabicano
Genotype: ee/Aa/nZ/Tt/Rbrb
Breeding Notes:
- Silver Carrier, foals can have silver

to get this babe tell me who their best friend is and either do a piece of art of them ( must be at least 1 fullbody and a halfbody and must be at least colored ) or write at 200 word min story about them



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[Lush]

Username: HowlToTheWind
Show Name: MLS The Darkest One
Barn Name: Dark
Gender: Stallion
Halter: Red and blue ombre
best friend: Ember
story or art: wip <3

[SpartanAmethyst]

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story or art

Here's a reserve!

[Alledowaya]

Possible art along the way as well!

Username: Alledowaya
Show Name: Hallowed Ground
Barn Name: Sacred
Gender: Mare
Halter: Eye color gradient with gold hardware.
best friend: Dragon of the Heavens | Lin-Lin
story or art
Sacred was bought by the stables, at an age roughly around the same as Lin-Lin. The two became fast friends, and enjoyed doing nearly everything together if they were to be allowed. The hot summer wind bellowed around the horses' manes, making the weather a bit more bearable. Sacred and Lin-Lin stood near the back of the paddock, hoping to be left out of the trail rides executed by the expert guides. They had just turned five years of age, youngsters by literally everyone's standards, but they both had solid heads on them, and were calm around strangers and those new to riding. Hanging out by the fence surrounding the area, Sacred turned to Lin-Lin, "You think they'll come all the way back here to take us for a ride Lin?" Her ears flickered back and forth, seeing a group of riders headed down the trail into the mountains.

Lin-Lin faced the gate as another pair of humans walked through to collect the next group of trail horses. "Well we're about to find out, looks like another group is getting ready before they get their riders." The silver bay said, shaking out her mane. Sacred and Lin-Lin walked along the fence line, keeping a solid distance from the people who were haltering and leading the other horses out one by one. With a heavy sigh Lin-Lin turned her head towards the gate and paced towards it, "Looks like we're the only two left and they're still coming back, must be a big group of riders this time Sacred."

Sacred leaned back and trotted passed Lin-Lin, "Well then we better have some fun before they call us huh?!" She squealed as she picked her hooves up high and brought her head in all collected. "Haha, look I'm a fancy dressage horse." She giggled as she imitated Lin-Lin, who was working towards her first competition.

"That's mean!" Lin-Lin raced towards her to mock nip at her flank, laughing as she galloped before skidding at the gate. "HA, I win!" Lin-Lin exclaimed with her head held high.

"That's not fair! You didn't say we were racing dork." Sacred acted upset, but with a giant grin on her face it didn't look sincere at all. The pair begrudgingly were led to the stable hitches, where they were tacked up for yet another ride with strangers on their backs.

[cujo.]

Username: cujo.
Show Name: solK light by cats eyes
Barn Name: caracal
Gender: mare
Halter: eye colour <3
best friend: shiva
story or art


caracal's nerves were almost tangible as the box came to a stop, the engine's rumble vibrating the floor beneath her hooves. the last time she had been in such a horse box, they'd been taking her away from the horrors she'd been born into - and her muscles were taunt with the fear that she was being brought back to it. she wasn't sure she could manage it, now. not after knowing what was out there, the kind hands, the clean stalls, the other tolters with bright eyes.

backed out of the trailer by a familiar soft-handed man, the foal tossed her head up high, front feet rising off the ground just a little. there was not a single inch of her form that was not tense as a bowstring. in her head, this unknown place was one the same of one too familiar: dull, grassless fields, dilapidated stables -

a whinny broke her trance.

[wip]

[Namida_☾]

mark<3

[Rescue2001]

Bump

[Rescue2001]

ending in 2 days

[Alledowaya]

Are we allowed to do art and our story? I would like to draw an image from the story if thats allowed!

[Rescue2001]

If you want to do both you can but i will only judge based off of one ( so put which you want me to judge if you do both )