[bezel]

owner: lumilys
name: ymir

base/fur: kelpie
ears: horse 2
tail: kelpie

[feverrr]

omgg mark

fable name:
story:

[Jochedo]

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[Sunniedew]

fable name: Fantasy
story: made in another thread to avoid excessive scrolling on the adopt page

[LokisTrick]

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[blackhoeses]

fable name: Kombu
story:
Kombu ever the quiet one, the one always observing and absorbing the goes on around her. Finally met the day she had to use her voice and find her hidden courage. All those little sings, those things most would not have realized were causing the herd the problems. Kombu stepped forward into the center of the herd gathering. Her herd mates stopped arguing and a hush fell on the herd. For it was unheard of Kombu to step in to the limelight, Kombu peeked from beneath her forelock. The wind gentle blowing threw her main and tail. She felt a bubbling tar pit inside of herself trying to keep her words in. The leader of the herd nodded at her to let her know it was her turn. Kombu drew in a deep breath. She softly began to speak making her herd mates lean in to hear Kombu speak. She let them know why the magic was changing in there area, affecting everything from the grazing to the animals. For a moment after she was done talking there was quiet, then the debating happened, she spoke 2 more times. Thankfully the herd listen and the started a migration.

[Mercuré]

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[Aresthehomo]

fable name: Dolus
story: One afternoon, Dolus wandered to the edge of the meadows, where the land became the woods that were rumored to be cursed. Stories echoed throughout— tales of those who ventured into the woods, never to return. Yet, Dolus felt a pull, a whisper from the depths,.. enticing him.
As he pondered, he noticed Indra; her coat was the color of snow, and her spirit was gentle. Pure. Dolus knew she often followed the rules, kept her distance from danger, and preferred the safety of the sunny meadows.
She looked up as Dolus approached, concern flickering in her bright eyes. “What are you planning?” she asked, her voice soft but edged with worry.
“I’ve heard tales of wonders hidden within the forests,” Dolus said, his voice low and inviting. “Imagine what we could discover together!”
“Together?” Indra echoed, her skepticism evident. “You know what they say about those woods. They steal away the lost.”
“Only if you fear them!” Dolus replied, enthusiasm in his tone. “Fear is for the timid.”
With determination and a rush of impulsive bravery, Indra found herself caught in Dolus’s spell of adventure. She nodded hesitantly, and together they set off toward the looming darkness. (198/200)

[ylesia]

fable name: Chapelle
story: 197 words

Only the slightly gasping breaths of the three siblings standing still in front of the ancient oak door could be heard. The door was slightly ajar, and only a glimmer of light filtered in.
Chapelle and her brothers had been standing there for almost fifteen minutes now, but no one seemed to have any intention of moving.
"Well? Are we going or not?" Chapelle asked.
She was the older sibling; it was her turn to make the first move. Her little brothers looked at her terrified. What was behind that door was a mystery: their father had always forbidden them to enter, and even if they wanted to disobey, the door was always locked. This time, however, not only was the door not locked, but even half-open.
Chapelle swallowed, but her throat was dry. Chapelle lightly pushed the door open and stuck her head in the aperture. Then she turned back to her brothers, a smile on her face.
"Come on! Come with me, you won't believe what's in here!"
The two little brothers looked at each other, confused. Then slowly they advanced toward the door and poked their heads in. With a leap they were inside.

[Nanorat]

fable name: Willow
story:
Gentle breeze softly ruffled Willow's mane as she stood in silence on the very edge of her home wood. Her gaze was fixed on another fable - a new friend she'd met recently, a bright child of meadows and open plains, as she waited for them to come closer, but the towering trees and the darkness of their shade frightened them. A fable growing up surrounded by sun at all times, could not find the courage to step into what looked like open jaws of a giant beast - into the realm of dark, intertwining shadows and strange sounds coming from all sides. But Willow would not give up. She needed no words - she just stood there, quietly, wind of the open plain ahead touching and waving her mane, longing for her companion to join her. She knew they will come. She believed she can show them her world, the safe haven of leaves and branches she loved so much. She could show them so much of its beauty... As evening drew near, with one, careful step, the ice was finally broken, and setting sun touched her soft smile as her friend started to walk towards her.