[NeriHyuga]

alright :3 and aaww, maybe you can get a breeding slot form the winner :3

[birch.]

alright :3 and aaww, maybe you can get a breeding slot form the winner :3

I'll keep my fingers crossed XD

[Lavellan]

Owner: Laurara
Show Name: Forest of Mages
Barn Name: Sokea
Gender: Mare
Height 17.2hh
Age: 67
Halter color: Deep, navy blue
Pearl/jewel color (halter): Emerald green



Story of how I first met her:


This forest was always one that I called home. Somewhere for me to escape to, somewhere that I could call my own. No one ever followed me in, I never met anyone while inside. And, as I grew older, I learned all of the best places - where to sit where I'd see the deer, where the rabbit burrows were, which lake had the most frogs, which trails the foxes and badgers used. I was almost part of the foliage by the time I reached adulthood, with the animals just ignoring my presence.
It was like magic.
The woods truly felt like they held some magic. Whether it was simply because there was no human interference, or whether there was actually some sort of deep-rooted magic in those trees, I never found out. I just enjoyed my time there, sitting in a meditative silence and enjoying the birdsong.

With a slam of the door, I stormed down the drive, tears flooding my vision. This was not the first fight that I had had with my parents that day, and it was enough. I could hear them calling me, but I ignored them, continuing down the drive at a slow jog that soon turned into a desperate sprint. I crashed into the forest, knowing that I would be disturbing the animals, but unable to do anything about it. I needed to get away, get somewhere quiet.
The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon as I collapsed at the side of a small pool, the fireflies just beginning to shine in the evening sky. I had been running for... I don't know how long. This area was unfamiliar to me, and, as I calmed and began to look around, a panic began to pull at my chest. This woods was as familiar to me as my own bedroom... So why didn't I know where I was?
Deciding that that was an issue for when I left, the last remaining tears of anger and hurt rolling down my cheek, a movement caught my eye. Something was appearing through the underbrush, something large. I froze, hoping for a close encounter with a deer. Reaching slowly to my hip, I swore lightly when I realized that I had forgotten my phone in the haste to leave the house.
As I raised my eyes back up to the creature, my heart leaped into my throat, and a primal fear followed swiftly by awe filled my veins. What approached was no deer. At first, it seemed to be a beautiful horse, with a long, curling mane and stunning colour patterns, but then my eyes were drawn to its face. Three magnificent horns protruded out from its features, each one as sharp as the last. It hadn't seemed to notice me as it approached, and, as I sat frozen, I noticed that its eyes were not moving, not looking.
A white, filmy cloud covered her vision, and, with the wind blowing to me, chances are she hadn't noticed me. My heart was beating a mile a minute as I watched the figure, regal and magnificent, approach the lake. She moved until her hoof touched the edge, and, with a knowledgeable lowering of her head, took a deep drink from the crystalline water. She seemed well adjusted, despite her lack of sight, and, in my haste to look closer, a small twig beneath me snapped.
With a pin of her ears and a snort, the unicorn disappeared again, back into the underbrush. I longed to see her more, so I stood and followed, pushing through the undergrowth and watching her pale form disappear from view. I kept running, though, in the direction she brought me, but, in a matter of moments, my feet hit gravel, and I was back on the dirt road that led to the farm, my home. I stumbled, landing hard and cutting my knees, confusion flooding my senses. There was no way that little pool was this close to the road... I would have realized long before this...
Standing, dusting myself off, I decided to retire home, the dark of night now covering the world.
The next day, I decided to look for the pool again... And the day after, and the day after. But I never found it, never came across that beautiful creature again. Each day, I brought a selection of treats in my pocket, some of my own horses' favourites, in the hopes that she would love them too, but each day I brought them back home again.

It wasn't until a year later that I saw her again.
That day, my beloved 13 year old dog, our first ever non-working dog, passed in his sleep, peacefully and surrounded by family. But that didn't stop it from hurting.
He was buried that evening, beneath the branches of an old oak tree on the farm, his favourite sunning spot. From there, the family split - my father, trying to hide his tears, moved to tend the sheep. My mother, tears flowing freely, returned to the house, and I, eyes red but no tears left, went to the woods.
As I walked, I allowed the sorrow to overcome me. He loved these woods, from the moment we adopted him. He used to love running through the roots, dipping into the ponds and chasing the squirrels. A small, sad laugh bubbled up my throat as I followed his favourite trail, my eyes filling again as the memories of an old friend flooded my mind. I only stopped walking when my foot hit water, a pool that I hadn't seen before walking directly into it. Stepping back quickly, I wiped my eyes and looked around.
The clearing. The pool.
I was here again.
My heart soared, sorrow momentarily moved to the back of my heart. I was here, I might see her again.
And, with a soft snort, she told me she was here.
Turning, I spotted her, raising her head from grazing as she regarded me - or, seemed to. Her ears were focused on me, her unseeing eyes trained in my direction, and her nostrils quivered as she took in my scent. I didn't move, didn't dare to.
She made the first move, wide hooves carrying her over to my side. Her velvety muzzle pushed to my side, and it was then that I remembered the treats that I had been keeping in my pockets. Slowly, watching her carefully, I reached my hand into my pocket and pulled out a cookie, which she regarded but then gobbled up. I let a small laugh explode from my mouth as she pushed into me, asking for another.
Within moments, my pockets were empty, and I was at her side, scratching the itchy spot at the base of her neck. Her horns, both dangerous and beautiful, she seemed to use as a way to detect her surroundings, and now, they bobbed up and down as she nodded to my touch.
Night was drawing closer, and I knew that I must leave, but I couldn't bring myself to. The cool nip of the night's breeze was snapping at my ears and nose, and so I resigned to move away, sighing softly. The mare turned her head to me, an expression of confusion on her face.
"I'm sorry, I have to go." I murmured, stroking her velvety muzzle gently. A snort was the reply I received, and to my surprise, the mare lowered herself to the ground, legs buckling gracefully beneath her. I frowned lightly, unsure of what she was doing, but it took just one motion of her nose for me to realize - she wanted me to ride her!
Swinging my leg over her back, I was barely in place before she took off, powerful muscles moving beneath me as she easily took strides in a strong gallop.
All of a sudden, I was overcome with fear. Stories of demon horses and kelpies who steal their prey away on their backs flooded my mind, and, for the first time ever, I feared for my life. I clung on to her mane, burying my face in her neck as I tried to avoid low-hanging branches and grasping brambles.
My fears were irrational, I soon found, as she slowed to a trot with the familiar sound of gravel crunching beneath hooves filled my ears. She brought me home. Sitting up, a small, sheepish laugh escaping me.
The mare stopped at the door of the stables, and I dismounted swiftly, patting her shoulder gently.
"Thank you." I murmured, and she butted my shoulder with her muzzle, then adopted an expectant expression.
More treats? She seemed to be asking.
Laughing, I opened the stable door, and she followed close behind. I found the packet of cookies and offered her another one, which she happily crunched as she turned away. She began to move towards the stable door, I assumed to return to the woods, but something made her freeze. Nostrils twitching and ears pricked, she turned to face an open stall. The stall had been cleaned today, fresh bedding decorating the floor. With a curious nicker, the mare approached the stall, entering carefully. Her nose touched the bedding, her large hooves pawed at the soft floor, and I watched with a smile. Before I realized what she was doing, the mare dropped herself to her knees, rolling in the soft bedding with her legs high in the air. I watched, another laugh rising up from my throat.
With a snort and a yawn, the mare shook out her mane, lowering herself to her side and shutting her eyes. A sigh escaped her muzzle, and with that, she fell into a slumber, flank rising and falling rhythmically. I left her then, leaving both stall and stable door open should she wish to return to the woods, but secretly, selfishly, I longed for her to still be there the next morning.
And to my delight, she was.

[Kagome963]

Owner: Kagome963
Show Name: LS Touch of Faith
Barn Name: Faith
Origin/Meaning:
Gender: Mare
Height:
Age:
Halter color:
Pearl/jewel color (halter):
Story/Art: Born with a genetic disease, Faith lost her sight as she grew up. At first it didnt effect her much, but then it was so bad by the age of 4yrs that she started to spook at the ghostly figures she saw. It was then that her owners decided to have her site surgically removed since that was the only issue with her. They didnt want to end her life just because she was going blind because she was a wonderful horse and broodmare. To help her adjust to life without her eyes, her pasture has boards lining the fence so that she can still gallop to her heart's content. With the help of her owners, she quickly learned that when she felt the boards beneath her hooves, she had to stop or change direction. Despite becoming blind due to her genetic disease, Faith certainly lives up to her name.


WIP

[birch.]

Owner: Laurara
Show Name: Forest of Mages
Barn Name: Sokea
Gender: Mare
Height 17.2hh
Age: 67
Halter color: Deep, navy blue
Pearl/jewel color (halter): Emerald green



Story of how I first met her:


This forest was always one that I called home. Somewhere for me to escape to, somewhere that I could call my own. No one ever followed me in, I never met anyone while inside. And, as I grew older, I learned all of the best places - where to sit where I'd see the deer, where the rabbit burrows were, which lake had the most frogs, which trails the foxes and badgers used. I was almost part of the foliage by the time I reached adulthood, with the animals just ignoring my presence.
It was like magic.
The woods truly felt like they held some magic. Whether it was simply because there was no human interference, or whether there was actually some sort of deep-rooted magic in those trees, I never found out. I just enjoyed my time there, sitting in a meditative silence and enjoying the birdsong.

With a slam of the door, I stormed down the drive, tears flooding my vision. This was not the first fight that I had had with my parents that day, and it was enough. I could hear them calling me, but I ignored them, continuing down the drive at a slow jog that soon turned into a desperate sprint. I crashed into the forest, knowing that I would be disturbing the animals, but unable to do anything about it. I needed to get away, get somewhere quiet.
The sun was just beginning to dip below the horizon as I collapsed at the side of a small pool, the fireflies just beginning to shine in the evening sky. I had been running for... I don't know how long. This area was unfamiliar to me, and, as I calmed and began to look around, a panic began to pull at my chest. This woods was as familiar to me as my own bedroom... So why didn't I know where I was?
Deciding that that was an issue for when I left, the last remaining tears of anger and hurt rolling down my cheek, a movement caught my eye. Something was appearing through the underbrush, something large. I froze, hoping for a close encounter with a deer. Reaching slowly to my hip, I swore lightly when I realized that I had forgotten my phone in the haste to leave the house.
As I raised my eyes back up to the creature, my heart leaped into my throat, and a primal fear followed swiftly by awe filled my veins. What approached was no deer. At first, it seemed to be a beautiful horse, with a long, curling mane and stunning colour patterns, but then my eyes were drawn to its face. Three magnificent horns protruded out from its features, each one as sharp as the last. It hadn't seemed to notice me as it approached, and, as I sat frozen, I noticed that its eyes were not moving, not looking.
A white, filmy cloud covered her vision, and, with the wind blowing to me, chances are she hadn't noticed me. My heart was beating a mile a minute as I watched the figure, regal and magnificent, approach the lake. She moved until her hoof touched the edge, and, with a knowledgeable lowering of her head, took a deep drink from the crystalline water. She seemed well adjusted, despite her lack of sight, and, in my haste to look closer, a small twig beneath me snapped.
With a pin of her ears and a snort, the unicorn disappeared again, back into the underbrush. I longed to see her more, so I stood and followed, pushing through the undergrowth and watching her pale form disappear from view. I kept running, though, in the direction she brought me, but, in a matter of moments, my feet hit gravel, and I was back on the dirt road that led to the farm, my home. I stumbled, landing hard and cutting my knees, confusion flooding my senses. There was no way that little pool was this close to the road... I would have realized long before this...
Standing, dusting myself off, I decided to retire home, the dark of night now covering the world.
The next day, I decided to look for the pool again... And the day after, and the day after. But I never found it, never came across that beautiful creature again. Each day, I brought a selection of treats in my pocket, some of my own horses' favourites, in the hopes that she would love them too, but each day I brought them back home again.

It wasn't until a year later that I saw her again.
That day, my beloved 13 year old dog, our first ever non-working dog, passed in his sleep, peacefully and surrounded by family. But that didn't stop it from hurting.
He was buried that evening, beneath the branches of an old oak tree on the farm, his favourite sunning spot. From there, the family split - my father, trying to hide his tears, moved to tend the sheep. My mother, tears flowing freely, returned to the house, and I, eyes red but no tears left, went to the woods.
As I walked, I allowed the sorrow to overcome me. He loved these woods, from the moment we adopted him. He used to love running through the roots, dipping into the ponds and chasing the squirrels. A small, sad laugh bubbled up my throat as I followed his favourite trail, my eyes filling again as the memories of an old friend flooded my mind. I only stopped walking when my foot hit water, a pool that I hadn't seen before walking directly into it. Stepping back quickly, I wiped my eyes and looked around.
The clearing. The pool.
I was here again.
My heart soared, sorrow momentarily moved to the back of my heart. I was here, I might see her again.
And, with a soft snort, she told me she was here.
Turning, I spotted her, raising her head from grazing as she regarded me - or, seemed to. Her ears were focused on me, her unseeing eyes trained in my direction, and her nostrils quivered as she took in my scent. I didn't move, didn't dare to.
She made the first move, wide hooves carrying her over to my side. Her velvety muzzle pushed to my side, and it was then that I remembered the treats that I had been keeping in my pockets. Slowly, watching her carefully, I reached my hand into my pocket and pulled out a cookie, which she regarded but then gobbled up. I let a small laugh explode from my mouth as she pushed into me, asking for another.
Within moments, my pockets were empty, and I was at her side, scratching the itchy spot at the base of her neck. Her horns, both dangerous and beautiful, she seemed to use as a way to detect her surroundings, and now, they bobbed up and down as she nodded to my touch.
Night was drawing closer, and I knew that I must leave, but I couldn't bring myself to. The cool nip of the night's breeze was snapping at my ears and nose, and so I resigned to move away, sighing softly. The mare turned her head to me, an expression of confusion on her face.
"I'm sorry, I have to go." I murmured, stroking her velvety muzzle gently. A snort was the reply I received, and to my surprise, the mare lowered herself to the ground, legs buckling gracefully beneath her. I frowned lightly, unsure of what she was doing, but it took just one motion of her nose for me to realize - she wanted me to ride her!
Swinging my leg over her back, I was barely in place before she took off, powerful muscles moving beneath me as she easily took strides in a strong gallop.
All of a sudden, I was overcome with fear. Stories of demon horses and kelpies who steal their prey away on their backs flooded my mind, and, for the first time ever, I feared for my life. I clung on to her mane, burying my face in her neck as I tried to avoid low-hanging branches and grasping brambles.
My fears were irrational, I soon found, as she slowed to a trot with the familiar sound of gravel crunching beneath hooves filled my ears. She brought me home. Sitting up, a small, sheepish laugh escaping me.
The mare stopped at the door of the stables, and I dismounted swiftly, patting her shoulder gently.
"Thank you." I murmured, and she butted my shoulder with her muzzle, then adopted an expectant expression.
More treats? She seemed to be asking.
Laughing, I opened the stable door, and she followed close behind. I found the packet of cookies and offered her another one, which she happily crunched as she turned away. She began to move towards the stable door, I assumed to return to the woods, but something made her freeze. Nostrils twitching and ears pricked, she turned to face an open stall. The stall had been cleaned today, fresh bedding decorating the floor. With a curious nicker, the mare approached the stall, entering carefully. Her nose touched the bedding, her large hooves pawed at the soft floor, and I watched with a smile. Before I realized what she was doing, the mare dropped herself to her knees, rolling in the soft bedding with her legs high in the air. I watched, another laugh rising up from my throat.
With a snort and a yawn, the mare shook out her mane, lowering herself to her side and shutting her eyes. A sigh escaped her muzzle, and with that, she fell into a slumber, flank rising and falling rhythmically. I left her then, leaving both stall and stable door open should she wish to return to the woods, but secretly, selfishly, I longed for her to still be there the next morning.
And to my delight, she was.

I can't believe I haven't judged this one :s

Since there were only two complete entries, I left it up to RNG Gods and they have shown you favor, Laurara!

Congratulations and love her as I always will <3

[Me?Sarcastic?]

Congrats Laurara!

[Lavellan]

Oh my goodness, thank you so much! <3 <3 I promise to love her forever! <3
I know you said you'd love a slot from the winner, birch, and if you still want to use one you are more than welcome to! <3 <3

[birch.]

Oh my goodness, thank you so much! <3 <3 I promise to love her forever! <3
I know you said you'd love a slot from the winner, birch, and if you still want to use one you are more than welcome to! <3 <3

Well I'm honestly glad you will <3 I would LOVE a slot!! And if you ever loose touch with her, let me know, I will gladly take her in <3 <3