☁ Silver Lining Adoption Place v2 ☁

[Solanum]

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I admit, I forgot to do your crit last night when I could have, so I'll leave a SLAP tab open on my laptop so I see it when I get home from school xD

[Haagen-Daagen]

Haha it's quite alright. XP I'm still working on adding to the forms anyway as I think of more to put into it, so you can just critique it whenever you get the time. :]

[white . horse]

Username:
white . horse
Name:
Dark Cloud Dancer (or Cloud for short :3)
I named her this because her paint splotches look like soft clouds. Her personality goes with her name very well, I suppose.
Gender:
Female/Mare
Species:
Equine ~ Welsh Cob
Kennel Number:
#114
Why would you like this character/What will you do for this character?:
I would like Cloud becase she is just such a breathtaking horse. I would have never thought of those colors on a horse together, but on her she looks absolutly amazing. Also I love her mane and tail, they are very realistic and bring out her coat color. I also would like Cloud because she would be a great addition to my horse character herd and she would be a beautiful brood mare and make beautiful foals.
I will do many things with this character, including breeding her, making art of her, and displaying her on my character page. As I said above, she will make amazing foals that will be one of a kind. Since she has such a striking color and unique markings and paint spots, she will be very fun to make art of. I will display her proudly on my character page, with all my other most loved horse characters.
Personality:
All together, Cloud is a very sensitive horse. Her delicate feelings are easily hurt, and she has a hard time picking the right friends. She has got her heart broken many times by mean stallions, and her self esteem plummeted when she became friends with rude mares. When she isn't depressed and sensitive, she's laughing with the friends that make her happy. On the other side, Cloud has a peppy and happy personality, and that is only when she's not alone. She loves to gallop, it makes her feel free, with the wind blowing in her mane and the earth hitting her large hooves. Cloud is also pretty pessimistic, and always thinking of the worst of things. When she meets someone and that someone is lost for a while, she immediately thinks that someone is hurt or dead. She's always been this way, and no one knows why. Some people and horses think she has a disorder, but there are many theories to why Cloud is so negative. And the other up side, Cloud is a great friend and will stand up for her true friends no matter her state of being and no matter what. It's her most loved quality, and she exhibits it well in front of others, even though sometimes

she thinks she can't do anything.
History:
Cloud was born on a small farm, with a small family. Her mother died shortly after she was born, for unknown reasons that the family has not found out. The family dealt with the death of her mother well, and they looked at the up side of losing her mother, they had a new baby foal. Cloud grew up with this family, learning the basics of riding. She was trained until age two, when she was finished. The sons of the family always wanted to ride her, but the father said no, for they were only 9 and they can't ride a 2 year old horse. Years passed, and the sons were able to ride at age 14, and Cloud was 7. She grew a liking to the twin boys, and they loved her very much. Cloud would follow them around the pasture, and they would tease her by shaking the grain bucket. One day, one of the twins, named John, got very sick. Since the family was poor, they didn't have enough money to pay for his medical bills, so the only way to get the money to save his life was to sell Cloud. The other twin, named James, was very sad, for he could loose a brother and was losing their best friend also. James decided it was for Cloud's and John's own good. They sold Cloud to a huge farm for a good amount of money, and saved John's life. white horse came to the large barn and saw Cloud, and instantly fell in love with such an amazing Welsh Cob. They will have many adventures together and white horse will care for Cloud his as much as he boys did.

(This might get a little confusing now. Cloud his sleeping in her stall at white horse's barn, haing a dream inside of a dream inside a dream, and so on. It is her history.)

I looked out from my stall, wacking my small foal tail against the sides. The young boys, who I didn't know the names of, pulled each others hair and bit each other's skin "When she grows up, I"M THE FIRST TO RIDE HER!" the smaller of the two yelled. I pinned my ears back and scraped my small teeth on the bars, and both boys snapped their heads towards me. They frowned and went into my stall, and petted me softly. "Sorry, Cloud. We both love you, and..." the bigger of the two said.
I never remembered what he said after. I opened my eyes quickly from the dream, and looked around.
I was laying down in my unusual smelling, slightly dirty, straw filled stall, closing my eyes and remembering that moment, something I will never, ever forget. I opened my eyes and turned my head when I heard light footsteps, the footsteps of a small child. I peeled my young, 4 year old self off the stall floor, shaking my dirty coat. John, the smaller of the two, smiled at me as I stretched and shook my long mane. He coughed violently, making me want to plug my ears. I frowned at the boy, who was now 11. He was a very cute boy, with a nice face shape and longish black hair, and bright blue eyes. His twin brother was almost identical, but he was 3 inches taller than him and had shorter hair. John opened the door slightly, his black hair falling in front of his small face. He petted me from my ears to my haunches, speaking soft words and feeling soft touches. The moment was interrupted by a vigorous cough again, and the door to the stable opened up again. James' and John's father walked in, a concerned look on his strong face. The man was very stern and strict looking, be he was what you call a 'gentle giant'. I spoke some words to John that made the boy frown, and the father said, "Get in the car, I'll have mother call the doctor."
I never saw the boy again, and I still remember his sick face. I laid down in my stall, again, closing my eyes. After several, what feels like long and tiring minutes, I fell asleep again.
I plodded through the wet pasture, my longish mane drenched with rain. I called out into the night, looking for John and James. The rain poured down again, and I shivered, my blood turning to ice. I neighed again, my hooves seeping deeper into the mud. I pulled them out, the mud caked in the cracks of her hooves. She closed her eyes and waited for the rain to stop.
"Geeze, Cloud! You don't need to scream."
James clipped the lead rope under my halter and I opened my eyes, restraining from the pull of James, but realized it was him and I walked on next to him. "Nothing's gonna get you out here, silly mare," he said, patting my wet neck. After several minutes, we managed to make it inside the barn. I went into my stall gracefully, and ate the half-stale hay that was given to me. James watched me from outside the old and broken down stall, barely any room for me to move. "Too bad were going to have to let her go," a familiar voice said behind James. James turned to his tall dad, who put his shoulder on the pre-teen. "It's the only way we can keep him alive," James said, turning back to me. "You know it was a hard decision, Dad. But it is for Cloud's and John's own good," James said, a tear dripping down his wet face. James' Dad pulled him into a hug, knowing how someone losing a good friend can make you miserable. James let go of the embrace and walked into my stall, and I picked up my head and nuzzled James in the stomach.

James thought how John was going to react when they told him that I was going, but for his treatment. His dad left the shed-like stall, so that apparently, we could have some time together.
"Just don't die on me early, Cloud. Find someone who loves you as much a we did."
I snorted and whipped my head up, my legs very tired from standing in this torn stall. There was no humans, and horses I didn't even know were sleeping beside me, not making one sound except for their soothing breathing. I looked around, and the auction house was closed, no people around. I relaxed, feeling my muscles relax also. I have been at this wretched place for 4 days now. I was brought into the ring once a day, no one would bid for me, and I was taken away back to this same "stall" that I have been living in for the past 4 days. I stretched my neck, trying to figure out what time it was. I decided it was around 3:00 in the morning, the sun has not yet peeked over the horizon. I fell back asleep and waited for morning.
The next morning, I was awakened by the sounds of horses and people, pulling and yelling. The rope to my stall was unhooked, and a large man put on my halter that rubbed me raw, and I followed him obediently out of the house for the horses to be auctioned today.
When I walked out, many people were surrounding the small ring, holding drinks of alcohol and holding white papers with large numbers. I looked around wildly, my actions probably skewing the chances of getting a new home. I looked around again, seeing a teenager girl push her way through the crown. He long brown hair fell in front of her hair, hiding her bright green eyes. She watched me, smiling as I was led into the ring. The auction judge yelled out my characteristics and no one held up numbers. The teenage girl pulled out the crumpled paper that said said "41" In large, black, bold numbers. She bid a certain amount of money, which I could not hear over the yelling and laughing. I was walked a little more, watching the other men clink their glass bottles together, guzzling the amber liquid inside. I whinnied and the large mallet pounded twice on the wooden podium.
"3 times, and she goes to #41!"
I opened my eyes again, the dreams giving me a horrible headache. I swished my newly trimmed tail, and my bright coat was clean and brushed. I walked over to my water bowl and took many, long drinks from my water bowl. white horse peered into my roomy stall, and smiled. "Look's like you finally woke up. Must have had a long dream, am I right?" she said with a small laugh at the end. She walked away and came back with my saddle and green saddle pad, the bridle dangling from her left arm. I stretched and waited to the tack, knowing that I have a perfect life and someone that loves me.
Other:
Thank you for reading.
Ginger ale

[greenwolf1998]

When does this round finish?

[Solanum]

That should be up in the first post.

[greenwolf1998]

Oops, sorry.

[Solanum]

Oops, sorry.

Haha it's okay x3
Easy thing to miss c:

[Bip]

The code drop is on my birthday. xD I've been animating Sekaii out of boredom, so if I finish soon, I'll add that.

[greenwolf1998]

Happy Birthday for tomorrow.
I can't wait to see the results.

[Solanum]

Aah yes, almost forgot x3

I need to get some food, as I'm hungry, then I'll update the form list so I know I'm not missing any forms.