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| Artist | .Vetinater. [gallery] |
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| Drawing sessions | 3 |
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So much fluff with that baby coat..
And this little guy has a warm personality to fit!
♥
--Information--
Owner: *Blue_River*
Name: "Ryker"
Breed: Falabella
Coat: Flaxen Chestnut Tobiano
Markings: Star + snip; 1 sock.
Eyes: Golden
Hooves: Pale horn
Height: 4.9 hh
Gender: Colt


























Aquishira wrote:Aww, he's so cute! I can't draw for heck, so I can't adopt him. :( So sad, I really want to!! :D
Vineta wrote:Yes.it's.a.falabella!!! 8D
For the other section can we add art? ovo
Username: ---
Colt's Name: ---
Personality/Backstory: ---
Other (optional): ---
*Blue_River* wrote:Username: *Blue_River*
Colt's Name: Ryker
Personality/Backstory:
Ryker is quite calm, yet does have a fun side. He loves to play with other horses, and doesn't like being alone for too long, for he gets bored easily, along with his memories.
Ryker was born a regular pony, except most of the other falabella ponies had been adopted. Most of the other ponies he played with were bigger, and stronger. Most became adopted, and he would often be left alone. He developed a dislike to being alone, for it just made him feel unwanted. When he would be adopted, he would tell himself, he would be the best pony and prove those who neglected him wrong.
Other (optional):
Picture:
I thought this was pretty cute/ funny.
Story:
Ryker sat by the hillside, watching as the last pony went home happily with his knew owner. A few Mares and other horses were grazing in the soft grass, or laying out in the sun. Ryker sat and wondered to himself. Why was he the only pony left? He stood up and ran up to the fence to watch as more people walked by,watching the older horses for breeding. Ryker grew impatient, but hid it. What was wrong with him? Was it because even when he was older, no one would be able to ride him? He watched as a few more walked by, and his heart filled with hope as one's gaze landed on him. He stuck his head up to the fence, and tried to act the best he could. All he wanted was to be loved; and taken to a place he could call home.
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