[Sunniedew]

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Ahh! This tolt is stunning <33

[Vinson]

show name ;; birdsong at sunrise
name ;; gökotta
gender ;; agender stallion
height ;; 12.3 hh
age ;; 11 years
halter + lead rope color ;; one from the palette
languages fluent in ;; swedish, english, norwegian and german
favorite color palette ;; heather at dusk
favorite flower ;; förgätmigej
favorite fruits ;; peach, plum, apricot, nectarine - fleshy fruits
favorite vegetables ;; sweet corn, green beans, roasted sweet potato and squash, asparagus
music genre ;; classical, soft or music with lyrics in a language he doesn't know
personality ;;

Gökotta has a gentle gaze, beautiful eyes that seem to bless everything they fall upon. He brings stillness to wherever he goes, calm and peace slowing down time as he walks ever so quietly through the pasture, into the barn, along the rail of the ring. He is akin to the smell of fresh coffee in the morning, rain in the grass, and the feeling of warmth you get when you snuggle under a blanket.

He is the gentlest tolter you will ever meet, a calm and quiet and peaceful creature. Some whisper that he was not born from a dam, but instead from nature herself - she bore him from the earth, shaped him from clouds and gave him the sky for eyes. And others would agree that this is true, for who would stop mid-stride to let a line of ants pass? Who would step so carefully as to not crush a single leaf, barely bending the blades of grass? Who would lay out in the pasture at night and watch the stars for hours, always silent, eyes sparkling with delight? Gökotta would.

He rarely speaks, but when he does it is like listening to advice from the heavens, voice soft and smooth as honey and silk. Gökotta is a philosopher, the words spilled from his mouth resonating with the whole herd. Whether it be something small and rather silly or a matter of life and death, he will always have the answer. He may not give it, for forcing them to find the truth themselves is always his first choice, but whatever he utters is held to a certain power. The noises he makes in his sleep are taken note of and remembered, every muttering and whisper and quiet hissing through his teeth are all regarded to be words from nature and heaven themselves.

Gökotta's voice is easily recognizable, even if he speaks rarely. It is a whisper of wind, like a breeze through the trees, and at the same time it is falling snow, the first birdsong heard at sunrise, and the rustling of a wool sweater in a closet. It is soft and lilting, something you would expect out of a soft tolter, flowing and lovely. Every word is meticulously pronounced, forming on his tongue and being pushed out his teeth and lips with a certain accent to them, a soft one, easily understood and wonderful to listen to.

To Gökotta, organization of not only thought and word, but of life as well, is key. His stall bedding is exactly level, every potted plant and trinket on his shelves arranged in a way only he could replicate. Everything about Gökotta is flowing, but also held still, in place. One could say he is dynamically stable, moving yet never going anywhere. And he prefers it that way. The life he has now is a near perfect one of friends and a warm stall full of potted plants and bits of jewelry, a dew filled pasture and the gently harsh howl of the winter wind. Everything he ever says or does is planned out, there is nothing spontaneous about him.

Some tolters find his personality hard to discern, but Gökotta knows himself perfectly. He may not choose to share everything with his herd, but he will share feelings and experiences: he is a steeping cup of tea, a feather as it falls to the ground to rest gently, a nighttime sky that you never tire gazing upon. He is layers upon layers of powdery snow, a cherry tree rustling quietly in a soft breeze, stockinged feet of children tiptoeing across the floor. He is Gökotta.

history and purpose ;;

He grew up in Sweden. His foalhood was spent under the sun, mostly in the pasture with the older broodmares. Gökotta learned a lot from them - his wisdom, his maturity, his respect. Instead of fooling around with the other foals, he stood and observed, repeating the older mares' movements. His mannerisms - the way he moves his hooves, the sway of his hips, the simple swish of his tail - were all learned from the mares.

Gökotta grew up to be a good yearling, quiet and steady, nurturing and calm. He is an old soul, yes, perhaps an ancient one, and his soul was the oldest among his herd. He stood like an unwavering old oak, branches strong and resilient, trunk solid. The only reason he survived the heartbreak of being sold away to a therapy barn in Norway was that old soul and the whispers of wisdom the mares left him with. What they said he will never repeat, but it kept him going even as he turned his head and watched his old home fade away, even as a chill crept through his bones.

He enjoyed this new work, of course, helping children gain confidence and movement. He was perfect for it. Gökotta had a welcoming gaze, sparkling eyes brightening each and every child's day. His coat, smooth as silk, was a cherished luxury. His small stature was wonderful, temperament calm and cool. Gökotta was perfect for it. That is, of course, until he broke his left hind leg in a freak accident.

No longer able to walk without a debilitating limp, the tiny four year old stallion was sent to Germany for rehabilitation. Gökotta spent a year there, relearning how to walk and trot and canter. He even swam, legs pumping and learning how to keep him afloat. Despite relearning everything, Gökotta could no longer bear the weight of a human on his back. This saddened him, of course - for three years he had found his purpose as a therapy riding horse, carrying children.

Once his year of rehabilitation ended, Gökotta was sent overseas to Colorado. Now he bears not physical weight, but instead mental - he has found a new purpose as just a therapy horse, letting himself be walked around the property for hours, brushed and taken care of by children with mental health issues. He has listened to countless stories, bobbed his head in response to their questions, let them dry their tears in his mane.

Does he still remember his old life in Europe? Of course. But his past, along with the scar on his leg, have slowly faded away. That jagged pink scar is a reminder of his history, but so is the dent in his nose, the chip in his front right hoof, the small white scar on his ear. Gökotta is much more than his history, and there are always more stories to tell.

**all art/writing was created by me**

[Rescue2001]

« Winter Wings »


Gender:
Stallion
Age:
7 years
Height:
16.1hh
Nicknames:
Bird or Birdy
halter + lead rope color:
Something similar to his companions collar here
playlist:
Coldest Winter by Pentatonix
I won't give up by Jason Mraz <-- theme song pretty much a song of his personality
A Thousand Years by Christina Perri

Snowbird is a very shy boy, but he is a very awesome fellow to have by your side whether its for something like a meaningful death or just have a fun relaxing day he will always be there through the think and thin. Snowbird doesn't care for foals very much because of their energy but he likes watching them from a far though. He normally keeps to himself but he likes having normal conversations with others like about the day or about certain topics, he loves talking about show though he just loves it and he usually its a little worked up about it but in a good way lol. Snowbird usually sends a gentle vibe through the herd when he is around, like I said before he doesn't like a lot of energy and the herd knows that and that's why they calm down even the foals calm down a little but of course they are still foals lol. Snowbird not only is known for his beautiful coat but also his calm caring eyes everyone who looks at him just feels like they can trust him and they can cause he never breacks a promise and he knows better not to mess around with others feelings cause he wouldn't want anyone messing with his own feelings

Art:


Birdy loves butterflies and the snow but butterflies and snow don't mix very well which saddens Birdy. So what Birdy does is he collects live butterflies and he made a little room ( with the help of some of the other tolts of course ) in which is warm enough for the butterflies to stay in while its cold outside. Now when he comes in from playing in the snow he can warm up and watch all the beautiful butterflies fluttering around, he has even seen some of the caterpillar that he collected make their cocoons and then bust out of them as beautiful butterflies that's his favorite. Every year he releases the butterflies and collects new ones, but there is a couple that are special to him so he keeps them all year round. He also loves collecting butterflies with his companion Joyous ( below ). Joyous usually collects the caterpillars while Birdy collects butterflies.

Companion:

[Ariana Black]

Dancing in the Snow /// Cavalia

Stallion

Loyal: When Cavalia was just a young stallion, his rider took him for a winter midnight ride. It was getting cold and the temperature was dropping but they were both covered in warm coats so neither minded. Then the snow started falling. At first, it was light and they were still able to see but then it started to snow harder. Soon they were unable to see and so Cavalia wasn't able to see and avoid the ditch in front of him. The next thing Cavalia knew, they were sliding down and into a ditch. Once in the ditch, he found himself laying down on his side in the snow and his rider was laying a few feet away. He struggled to get up and then went to check on his rider. He could have left but instead, he chose to stay with her. He kept nudging her until she finally woke up. It took a while but soon they were out of the ditch. If he hadn't been loyal and stayed with her, his rider could have died.

Compassionate: One day Cavalia noticed hat the neighbors next door were going on a fox hunt. He didn't think much of it as he watched the riders and dogs rush off but soon thought differently. As he watched, he could see a poor fox running from them. On closer inspection, he could tell that it was a mother carrying her baby. As she drew closer, he whinnied calling over to her. She looked at him and headed his way. He led her into the barn and showed her the hay pile that they could hide in. They dived in just in time as the dogs were already baying and trying to enter his owner's property. He screamed and tried chasing away but it was finally his owner, who had seen everything, chased them off. Thanks to Cavalia and his owner, the mother fox and her kit lived to survive another day.

Courageous: One day Cavalia was out with the herd. Their pasture was near the woods and was in a rather a rather lovely spot with a stream running through it. It was winter time and snow was everywhere. The herd was doing well as their owner made sure they had plenty of food. The animals in the woods weren't doing so well though especially a pack of wolves that had moved in. It was growing late and Cavalia could hear the howls of the wolves and was immediately on high alert. Sure enough, the pack of wolves came running out of the woods heading towards the herd. Cavalia charged at them setting off the alarm screaming in anger. the wolves not expecting him to fight back backed away before starting towards them once more. One of the ranch hands, that had come to check the herd, had heard Cavalia set off the alarm though. Suddenly the sound of a gunshot could be heard. the wolves ran for it and never came back. Because of Cavalia's courage, the herd was saved.

Stubborn: One day Cavalia wasn't feeling well and didn't want to do anything. However, when his rider came in he perked right up. He would do anything for her. So instead of letting her know he wasn't feeling very well, he allowed her to groom him and tack him up for a long ride. Soon they were riding out and he was prancing a long happy to be with his rider. They were halfway into their ride when he started showing signs of being sick. His rider got off him and called for one of the ranch hands to bring the trailer. Soon he was off and headed for the vet's office. Because of his stubbornness, he could have caused not only him but also his rider some severe harm.

Playful: One bright morning, Ariana came home with a carrier in her hand and brought it to Cavalia's pasture. Inside came a small barking sound. Cavalia grew curious and trotted over in time to see Ariana bring out a small dog that she said was a Pomeranian named Ash. Ash and Cavalia sniffed each over and then off they went. Cavalia ran to his large ball and soon the two were playing with his ball together. Ariana smiled warmly knowing she had picked out the perfect companion for her fluffy stallion. The two had hit it off perfectly. She smiled and walked away knowing when Ash was done he could slide under the bars and head for the house. The two played for hours either playing with the ball or chasing one another.

Christmas red

How Does a Moment Last Forever by Céline Dion


How does a moment last forever?
How can a story never die?
It is love we must hold onto
Never easy, but we try
Sometimes our happiness is captured
Somehow, our time and place stand still
Love lives on inside our hearts and always will

Minutes turn to hours, days to years then gone
But when all else has been forgotten
Still our song lives on

Maybe some moments weren't so perfect
Maybe some memories not so sweet
But we have to know some bad times
Or our lives are incomplete
Then when the shadows overtake us
Just when we feel all hope is gone
We'll hear our song and know once more
Our love lives on

How does a moment last forever?
How does our happiness endure?
Through the darkest of our troubles
Love is beauty, love is pure
Love pays no mind to desolation
It flows like a river through the soul
Protects, perceives, and perseveres
And makes us whole

Minutes turn to hours, days to years then gone
But when all else has been forgotten
Still our song lives on
How does a moment last forever:
When our song lives on

Snow Dance - Poem by Gary Bryson


Pillowy powder
Falls from the sky,
I gaze in wonder,
As the white flakes fly.
Dancing and swirling,
Through the air,
Like an aerial ballerina,
Without a care.

It lands on the leaves,
On the trees and the grass,
It is silently pretty,
But I know it won’t last.
But just for the moment,
I am taken away,
By the still quiet beauty,
That is here for the day.

Cavalia was born in Switzerland to his wonderful parents.
Both his dam and sire were few spot like him. They also had long fluffy coats as well as long flowing manes and tails. Ashe grew,
he learned that he had a special gate that made him look like he was dancing. He loved using the gate, especially in the snow.
It was one of those time that he was 'dancing' in the snow, that his new owner first saw him and named him, Dancing in The Snow,
Cavalia for short. He came up to her curious about this new human not knowing that this new human would change his life forever.
In a matter of days, Cavalia was leaving Switzerland behind possibly forever. Soon he was entering the United States of America at only a year old. After spending a few weeks in quarantine, Cavalia was able to head for the mountain range of Nevada. There he once more met his new owner and rider. Ariana was a loving girl and he soon grew to love her as he got to know better. By the time he was two, he trusted and loved her completely. He no longer thought of his home in Switzerland for he had grown to love Nevada thinking it as home. Ariana wasn't planning on riding him until age three but she did start his training. By the time he was three years old, he already knew a lot of dressage moves and could jump over hurdles without a rider. At age three, Ariana taught him to take to the bridle and saddle. Once he was used to them, she started gentling him and within a few days, she was able to ride him.
To Cavalia, it was shocking at first but then he grew to love the feeling of her on his back. Soon he was competing in dressage and show jumping but what he loved the most was riding on the trails by the horse farm in the woods.

[iStarz & Everly]

Mark

[Corviidae_]

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Show Name:
Ice Queen
Barn Name:
Weiss Schnee
Pronounced Why-ss Sh-nee - Means "White Snow" in German






Personality:
When Weiss first came to Arrow's End, she was cold and unyielding in her stubbornness, much like her show name suggested. She didn't get along with many of the others and those friendships she did make were made in her favor. She's easily irritable and confident in her skills, making her seem very arrogant. She puts everything she has into her training so she can be the best. She has a bit of a rebellious personality and doesn't always do things the way they were intended to be done, which shows in her training. However, once she started to open up, she became more kindhearted and puts all her trust into her friends. Her snappy comebacks turn into gentle teasing and awkward jokes.
Before she arrived at Arrow's End, Weiss was kept by a cruel person who demanded the best and only the best from those around him. When something or someone didn't meet up to his expectations, he would either force them to or get rid of them. Weiss was one of the unlucky ones and was forced to improve herself. She was forced, not only by him but also by herself, to endure strict training so she could stay with the person who convinced her that she would only be something when she was with him. Her experience with emotional abuse caused her to close herself off to others for fear of being hurt again. She grew to fear any acts of aggression, worried that she would end up being that person's target like she was before her time at Arrow's End.



Playlist:
The Path to Isolation - Jeff Williams Feat. Casey Lee Williams
[Not as high quality as the other two due to the official version of the song not yet being released!]
Mirror Mirror - Jeff Williams Feat. Casey Lee Williams
Mirror Mirror Part II - Jeff Williams Feat. Casey Lee Williams
This Life is Mine - Jeff Williams Feat. Casey Lee Williams






Short Stories:
Weiss stood stock-still, her breath billowing out in front of her in the cold air. She couldn't help but be anxious as she waited to be dismissed by the judge. She knew she did well but was it well enough? The cost of those few mistakes could be dear. The cold, metal bit in her mouth burned as her head was pulled down tightly. she flinched slightly as her rider roughly patted her neck and signaled her to walk out of the ring. She had only just gotten into competing, certainly he would take that into consideration if she didn't do as well as he wanted. Weiss relaxed slightly as he dismounted, glad to no longer have the pressure of a rider on her back. She watched him carefully as he tied her reigns and talked to the other competitor next to them. Her saddle felt heavy as she continued to stand there and she could feel the cold sweat soaking into her long coat. she sighed and lowered her head as the two riders walked off, neither one of them thinking to untack her.

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Weiss looked out at the snow-covered pasture in front of her, the clean snow blending into the light colored sky. She watched as the other horses of Arrow's End went along their morning routines. A peach-colored mare watched from under a shelter as a younger, flame-colored mare happily plowed through the thick layer of snow. Her eyes were drawn to a dark bay mare standing on her own, looking out into the distance. She could've sworn she had seen her at a competition before. She stiffened as she realized that the mare was the winner of the last dressage competition she had been in with her old human. Weiss had watched her performance mesmerized by the other mares grace and skill level. She wondered if she would give her advice if she would befriend her. Her heart stopped at the grim reminder of her circumstances. Would this new home be like her last? Would she be ignored and mistreated if she didn't perform at her best?

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Edited only to remove WIP notes! Sorry about that!

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"Username" Hawksky
"Show Name" Hvítur Snjókall
"Name" Hvítur
"Gender" Stallion
"Age" 7.5 y/o
"Height" 15hh
"Sexuality" Very Gay
"Halter + Leadrope Color" Snowy Skies Blue

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"Personality"
"Jokester" "Playful" "Forward Going" "Generous" "Handful To Ride"
Hvítur has never liked being serious, its just not in his nature. Of course he can wipe off his goofy face if he needs to. He is like a playful goofy kid, and is known around Redwood Stables for his dad jokes, and has fun making up new ones. Hvítur loves to run. Its something loved doing ever since he was a tiny colt. Sometimes he wished he didn't have as much fluff so he could race.
He is the fastest horse around RS, and no one can beat him. Because of his love to run, he is often a big handful to ride. Hvítur loves trail rides, because there are often fields where he can safely break into a gallop and have fun. One thing he hates though, is jumping. He likes to do it out on the trail when its a log sometimes, but mostly he doe sent like it. With all his fluff, he always is trying to make sure he wont step on it when he lands the jump. Hvítur is quite generous, learning from his owners who both had giving him so much, and been so nice. He always think of it as repaying his owners for the kindness they had shown to him. Sometimes when he is giving a treat for being good, Hvítur will take some of it, and give it to another horse as a small gift.

"Backstory"
Hvítur was foaled in Arizona, May 17th 2010. His sire was a famous high strung dapple gray stud by the name of Titan's Pride, and his dam a gentle golden champagne mare named, Lady Of The Sun. His master was a rich but kind man, who loved horses. Hvítur was taken care of very well, and he loved his home. When he was 3, it was time for his first ride. He was used to the tack now, they'd been putting it on him for a while now,to get him used to it. Now he was lead to the arena where he had seen many horses been ridden,
and his master mounted him. As soon as this happened he bucked, he was confused by someone being on his back, but soon calmed down to a gentle walk. As his master patted him, he was proud to serve him. On July 1st 2017, disaster struck. His master fell gravely ill and died, and since his wife knew nothing about horses, she brought them all to the auction, thankfully they all found good homes,
and Hvítur's new owner was a 22 year old woman. She lived in Iceland and was just visiting Arizona, but when she saw Hvítur they knew she had to buy him and bring him back to Iceland. Svanhildur arranged to fly Hvítur back to Iceland and when they arrived she brought the stallion to Redwood Stables to meet Amny, Svanhildur's girlfriend, and one of the owners of RS. Amny was amazed by Hvítur's beauty. Hvítur liked them both, and all the horses there, but he missed his dam and sire, and his master. After a while though his personality came out and they saw he was a goofball.

"Likes" Cold weather, Honeycrisp apples, Snow, Ice, Mules.
"Dislikes" "Rowdy riders", Chickens, Kiwis, Being alone.


"First Winter"
Since Hvítur had lived all his life is Arizona, this winter was his first time in the snow. At first he was not sure what he thought of the snow but soon he learned to like it, since his coat was so long and thick he often got really hot and sweaty even in the winter in Arizona. He found that the cold snow was really fun to play with, Hvítur would push the snow around with his nose, making a lump of snow, and then eat it. Today it was December 25th, Christmas. Svanhildur decided that today would be a great time to introduce him to the frozen lake in one of the pastures. She had checked earlier to make sure it was frozen all the way through, since she wouldn't want her favorite stallion falling through the ice. As she neared Hvítur's pasture, she saw him sticking his over the gate waiting for her. She picked up his halter and slipped into the pasture.
"Merry Christmas my sweet boy, how are ya doing?,"She murmured slipping on the halter. She led him into the other pasture and onto the pond before uncliping his leadrope. Hvítur tried to walk forward on the ice and slipped, his legs flying out from under him. It hurt but was also fun so he scrambled up and tried to run again, getting a few steps ahead before falling down again. Svanhildur cracked up watching Hvítur scramble around having fun. After close to an hours of fun on the ice, Hvítur was worn out and came over to his owner asking to go. Svanhildur clipped his leadrope on which had been slung over her shoulder, and led him out of the pasture.
"Hey boy, what else should we do today, groom you?,"She asked while laughing. It was a peacful sight, a beautiful stallion and a young icelandic woman walking through the fresh white snow. They entered the larg barn and Svanhildur tied up Hvítur and went to fetch his grooming kit. She came back and started loosting the dirt with the rubber curry comb. After that she brushed everything off with the body brush, and combed his mane and tail with a brush. And lastly she she carfully picked out each of his hooves, one by one, and then braided his feathers so they wouldent be tripped on.
"Good boy. Lemme just fetch your tack real quick so we can go on a nice trail ride," Svanhilder called as she walked off into the tack room. Svanhildur tacked up Hvítur slowly, enjoying every moment. The young woman mounting and rode out of the barn. Once out of the barn Svanhildurwas surprised by her girlfriend Amny, mounted on the first resident of RS.
"What took you two so long, ive been waiting for bloody ages!,"Amny joked.
"Oh shush you, i had no idea that you and your mare where waiting outside. Merry Christmas love!,"She leaned over and kissed Amny.
Hvítur greeted Speckle with a gentle nussle. Speckle and her mate Joey where like the parents of RS, and everyone treated them with respect.The horses happily trotted on, knowing that where they were going had a few logs to jump. The women chatted for a while, and then fell silent, so the only sounds where of the birds and the horses hooves crunching in the snow. Seeing the first log ahead, Svanhildur and Amny urged their mounts into a smooth canter. Hvítur soared over the jump and sped into a gallop in the open field ahead. He liked the way the cold wind cooled him, and he galloped through the snow. After the ride, Svanhildur and Amny untacked their horses, and turned them out to pasture.

"Quirks"
Eating Human Hair
Yes thats right, Hvítur loves to eat human hair. No one knows why, but he often tries to snatch a mouthful to chew on, leading his owners to have to wash their hair a lot.

"Hvítur As A Breyer"
Yes there is now a breyer version of Hvítur. I made him as a custom for myself and i may as well share him with y'all.

I used a blank stablemate, and spent hours painting him with paints i mixed. He likes breyers because they are mini horses. His favorite though is the Jubilation Mule, because of course it is a mule.

"Companion"

"Name" Sassafras(Fras)
"Gender" Mare
"Age" 17 y/o
"Height" 16.1hh
"Breed" Mule

"Personality"
Sassafras is a very calm mare. She is what you would call bomb proof, nothing spooks her. She loves doing mounted archery, and watching the arrow wiz over her head. Though she is often be calm and steady when a beginner rides her, she knows when someone experienced is on her back, and will go fast and see what she can get away with.

"Relationship Between Sassafras And Hvítur "
When Hvítur first showed up at RS he saw the mule, who had just arrived a week ago. They were both looking for a friend, so Svanhildur had decided to introduce them. Hvítur and Fras had quickly become very close friends. Fras thinks that its her responsibility to watch over Hvítur and make sure he is safe and sound. Sometimes this annoys Hvítur because she acts like she is his mother. They dont like to be apart, so if one of them goes to a show, the other has to come along too. They both help each other greatly to be much more happy.

"Favorite Poem"
THE HORSES, TED HUGHES
I climbed through woods in the hour-before-dawn dark.
Evil air, a frost-making stillness,

Not a leaf, not a bird-
A world cast in frost. I came out above the wood

Where my breath left tortuous statues in the iron light.
But the valleys were draining the darkness

Till the moorline blackening dregs of the brightening grey
Halved the sky ahead. And I saw the horses:

Huge in the dense grey ten together
Megalith-still. They breathed, making no move,

With draped manes and tilted hind-hooves,
Making no sound.

I passed: not one snorted or jerked its head.
Grey silent fragments
Of a grey still world.

I listened in emptiness on the moor-ridge.
The curlews tear turned its edge on the silence.

Slowly detail leafed from the darkness. Then the sun
Orange, red, red erupted

Silently, and splitting to its core tore and flung cloud,
Shook the gulf open, showed blue,

And the big planets hanging
I turned

Stumbling in a fever of a dream, down towards
The dark woods, from the kindling tops,

And came the horses.
There, still they stood,
But now steaming, and glistening under the flow of light,

Their draped stone manes, their tilted hind-hooves
Stirring under a thaw while all around them

The frost showed its fires. But still they made no sound.
Not one snorted or stamped,

Their hung heads patient as the horizons,
High over valleys, in the red levelling rays

In din of the crowded streets, going among the years, the faces,
May I still meet my memory in so lonely a place

Between the streams and the red clouds, hearing curlews,
Hearing the horizons endure.

[sprig]

name: reine (ren) (queen in french)
gender: mare
personality: regal - elegant - gentle - coercive
halter + lead rope color: purple-ish red color with gold tassles

possible mark I so hope I have time, rykur's better half i scream

Poison Meeting

A soft snow was just beginning to fall when the tailer arrived at a slow standstill in front of the stables. The back doors were swung open and a glistening, silvery maned mare peeped her head around the corner. When she was taken into the barn and put into her new stall, whinnies of welcome came from all directions. "What's her name?" someone called from a back stall. The soft new pony stuttered shyly "My name is Reine." One of the young foals poked it's small head around her stall door and cocked it's head. "That's
a funny sounding name." The mother quickly ushered it away, back out of earshot to scold such an embarrassing comment. "It's different, for sure. I'm not actually from here," Reine said gently. "I was what they call an import, I was brought from another country to here. At my old home, horses like me were bred for our pure white coats and manes." At this moment Rykur, the son of the stable's lead stallion Eldur stepped through the growing crowd, standing tall. "Looks like you missed the memo on the whole white thing," he mumbled, laughing with a mocking look on his face. Reine flipped her mane back angrily. "My mother was bred to a black stallion breed called a Tolter. He effected my looks entirely, so I had to be sent off. That impure breed poisoned my bloodline." A collective gasp filled the whole stable. "If you don't mind," Rykur hissed. "Our breed doesn't appreciate being called 'poison'."