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[Princess Luna]

Hey, Nawee, if you want I could judge the forms for one or two of the lihmeth horses, if I could judge late saturday :]

From the quick snatches I've read from the forms, I'd love to have the excuse to read them fully, haha ^w^

[Skylarr.]

i'm not too knowing on the code drop here, so may i ask when it is??

[~Rachy~]

Pet's ID Tag:
#27


Name You'd Choose for It:
Firefly
Because... I was going to call her Feather-Wisp, because of the feather-like/wispy markings, but then Firefly just came into my head, and I loved it I called the mum Feather instead


Gender:
female

Reason You Want It:
She’s simply beautiful. I fell in love as soon as Lihmeth posted her as a donation on this thread. I simply love her, and will take care of her, she is epic. I love her natural colours, and her beautiful, magical, wispy markings. Also, she is my favourite kind of horse – a heavy horse. And the feathers! They are beautiful! And her long forelock is so... Awesome! Words can’t describe how I feel about her. Firefly wouldn't go in my herds, she is a special charrie, used in RPs, and stuff like that. I would definitely roleplay with her, and I would get a lot of art! I just love her so much! The little dot markings on her face are adorable, and so is the little dot beside her eye <3


History/Background/Other:

Personality:
Firefly is a light, bubbly horse. She is not afraid to take risks, and frequently does so, but she would never do anything intentionally to harm those she loves. She has a fierce temper, but it passes quickly – she is usually back to her own, bubbly self within minutes. She loves playing pranks on people, and telling jokes, and when she laughs, it fills everyone around her with joy. You don’t want to get on her bad side however – she will play endless tricks and pranks on you, occasionally even cruel ones.

Likes:
Her favourite person is Lisa. She also likes Lisa's father, Thomas. She LOVES carrots. She loves performing in the circus. She really likes all the other horses (with the exception of one). She loves being ridden bareback by Lisa, and going out together in the countryside, without any of the other horses or people.

Dislikes:
Mr Spelman, the owner of the circus (he creeps her out ). Apples. She HATES apples. She thinks they're yucky . She doesn't really like Jane, one of the horses. She doesn't really like her saddle. She doesn't like the long travelling sessions.

Height
Firefly stands at 15hh (152cm) at the shoulder.

Build
Firefly is of average build – she is not overly skinny, but she is not fat either.

Tack
If I got Firefly, I would design her own special tack. This is because she is a circus horse!
This is all her normal kit, for when she does dressage:
The saddle pad/numnah would be pitch black, with gold thread woven in patterns – tiny little horses running. In the bottom right corner, her name would be written, in curly, looping font
The saddle itself would also be black, with shining silver stirrups. The buckles would all be gold. On the front of the saddle would be a tiny golden horse head.
The bridle would also be black, and the noseband and the browband would have a gold-and-silver pattern. The bit would be silver. Her name would be woven into the browband.
This is her performing kit:
She has nothing on her back, but on her head is a fancy halter, black and gold, and attached to this is a gold feather plume.
She will also have black and gold travel boots, black and gold blanket (with name woven on <3), and her own black and gold grooming kit.


Appearance
Her eyes are a beautiful silvery grey, full of expression and joy.
Her mane and tail are both beautiful, long, flowing, silky and soft. They are a dark grey, with the top and end of the tail a light grey.
The tops of her legs are a medium grey, and the bottoms are a dark grey. The dark grey parts are feathered, and the feathers are long, and flowing.

Story

Prologue

Just outside London, England, 2004, January 4th

"Come on girl, do it!" The sound was coming from a small, run-down barn. "Hurry up!" Inside the barn, in a little stall, Feather was having a foal. The huge, powerful draft horse was lying on the ground panting, every muscle straining, trying her hardest to have her foal. The man was oblivious to her pain however, and his only concern was to get the foal born and to get back inside, away from the cold. As soon as it was old enough, he would sell it. He had no use for a foal running about, never mind space, and the time to train it. Or he could just abandon it. He had never wanted the foal in the first place! It had all been a terrible mistake... Now, he had had to pay money to loan a horse to plough his fields, as well as the money to feed the pregnant mare extra! And even when she had had the foal, he would still have to loan, as she couldn't leave the foal. Well, maybe she would have to. "Dumb horse..." he muttered under his breath, as he stood leaning against the crumbling grey brick wall. "Hurry up for goodness sake!"
He watched as the horse gave one last, desperate effort, and the small grey bundle slid out into the straw. "Finally!" He rushed over to the foal and started rubbing at it with a towel. He sighed as he checked the gender. "A girl!" he muttered. "At least I could have sold a stallion for a little more!" He sighed again, and left the mare with the foal. What the careless man didn't notice was that the foals mother was lying on the ground, not moving.
Later that morning, he came back to the old barn. When he saw the dead horse, he cursed and swore. "I'll have to sell the stupid thing to the kennels. I might get a little money if I sell her for dog food. And the dumb foal will have to go. I can't afford to keep a foal! I'll try and sell it, and if no-one wants it... I'll abandon it. I don't care if it survives or not!"

Chapter 1 - New Home

Later that night

I struggled to my feet, looking around. I was standing at the side of an unfamiliar, long, country road, bordered by a hedge and some grass, as well as some tasty-looking dandelions. It was the middle of the night, and I was freezing, and starving hungry. Looking down one direction of the road, there was nothing but darkness. I turned slowly, and saw hundreds of bright, multi-coloured lights shining in the distance. They were yellow, red, blue, white, green, orange, and millions of other colours. I could make out shapes of large tents, a big wheel, and hundreds of little stalls. In the distance, seperate from the others, in a smaller field, was a medium-sized white tent. I didn't know what it was, and if it was safe or not, but I thought 'It has to be better than out here in the freezing cold. It looks... warm'. I slowly walked up the road, stopping every few seconds to rest, for I was weak and tired, but I eventually made it to the large, open gates. There was a big, bright, red and gold sign, hanging to the right of the gate that had 'Spelman's Travelling Circus of Wonders' spelt out in bright lights, and below 'featuring Lisa's delightful dancing horses!' It was very bright, and hurt my eyes if I looked straight at it, because my eyes were only used to the dark.
I looked up, at a rustling sound, and saw a small, teenage girl slowly walking towards me. She was quite tall and slender, about 14 years old, and she had long, golden-blonde hair tied back in a pony-tail. Her eyes were blue, and they seemed to sparkle in the light. They were filled with kindness, and happiness. The girl said to me, "Hello beauty. Are you lost? Come with me, you'll be safe. I won't hurt you." and similar things, in a soft, gentle voice. I was scared, and backed away from her, but the girl was gentle and patient, and I soon realized not to be scared. I let the girl come to me, and stroke me. I nickered at the pleasant feel of the girl's hand running down my neck and along my broad back. When the girl walked slowly into the large field, I followed, not wanting to be left alone in the cold, dark night.
The girl led me along the side of the large field, past the few people still at the circus at this late hour, and into the smaller field, to the white tent I had spotted earlier, and went inside. I cautiously followed her inside, not knowing what to expect. What I saw made me snort in suprise. In the tent was a large fenced area, with some smaller fenced areas within that. The whole thing was covered in straw, on top of the grass. The suprising thing was that there were about ten large horses, all grey like me, standing in the paddock. I had not recognised the scent, because I had been around no horses but my mother, and her scent was mingled with blood and pain. The girl stroked my nose, then walked over to a tall, blonde haired man. He looked a lot like the girl, with the same blue eyes as her.
I heard the girl say to the man, "Please Dad, can we keep her? You know that Harriet's getting old, this little foal could replace her! Please? She's very friendly!" She stroked me gently, while gazing up at her father, with pleading eyes.
"Fine, you can keep her, if we get Mr. Spelman's permission! As long as you take all responsibility, and you will be the one to train her!" the girl's father said. He smiled at her, "You know I can't resist when you ask me something! It's those eyes, you use them to your advantage!" he jokingly accused.
The girl hugged her father in delight, laughing, and saying "Thank you Dad, thank you!" Then she turned, and led me into the paddock. She led me over to a large horse, and said "This is Harriet. Now Harriet, you need to take care of this little horse!" Then she left me, and ran out of the tent. I gazed after her, wondering if she would be back.
The big horse said to me "Hello. What's your name?"
I replied, "I don't know. I don't have one."
"I'm sure Lisa will give you one. She's really kind."
"Who is Lisa?"
"She is the blonde girl. She's very kind."
I nodded, that made sense. From what I knew of Lisa, she was. "What is this place?"
"Why, it's a circus of course! And we're the stars. 'Lisa's delightful dancing horses!' We're famous all over England!"
I nodded again, asking, "How do you... dance?"
Harriet laughed. "It's dressage!" Seeing my confused look, she said, "We... perform moves. It's hard to describe."
Just then, the girl (who I now knew was called Lisa) returned, holding a bottle of milk. She handed it to me, "Here baby, drink up." As I was drinking, a firefly flew into the tent, and landed on my nose. "I know what I'll call you." Lisa said.
"Firefly"

Chapter 2 - Training

Over the next few years, travelling around England

A week later, Lisa came into the paddock, calling "Firefly! Come here girl!" I nickered and trotted over to her. Lisa laughed, and said "Good, clever girl! Knows her name already!" She stroked my forehead. Then she held out her other hand, which held a small red headcollar. I sniffed at the strange, bright object suspiciously, but then I realised it wasn't dangerous, so I went back to nuzzling Lisa. She slowly slid the headcollar over my head, and buckled it underneath. It was a little uncomfortable, and I shook my head a few times, but then I forgot about it as Lisa fed me a carrot (Carrots are my favourite, I would do almost anything for them!). Lisa smiled, and stroked my neck. She snapped a leadrope onto the halter, and gently coaxed me out of the paddock, out of the tent, and into the field. The tent was in an out-of-the-way corner of the field, so there were no large crowds of people visiting the circus. Lisa led me around the tent, up and down, left and right. I learnt quickly, and Lisa always rewarded me, with kind words, strokes, and (my favourite!) carrots.
Over the next few months, as I grew, Lisa taught me to obey vocal commands, to trot, canter, walk, halt, and turn quickly and smoothly. There was a bond between us that Lisa had never had with any of the horses. I would do anything for her, and she would do anything for me.
When I was a year old, Lisa started training me with the other horses, to dance. I was taught figure-of-eights, loops, flying changes, and many other patterns. I learnt quickly, and was soon a favourite around the circus, performing in short displays. All of this was on a lunge line however. I was not yet old enough to be ridden.
A month before my third birthday, Lisa began training me to accept a bit, bridle and saddle, and to be ridden. I trusted Lisa, and would do anything for her, but this was difficult. I was unused to the unfamiliar tack, and it annoyed me. The numnah was not a problem, as it was simply a blanket, but I hated the saddle. It was so uncomfortable. I would snort and stamp when Lisa tried to place it on my back. Lisa was patient though, and I got used to it. The bit was uncomfortable, but I had no real reason to object - it was only on for a short time, and wasn't pulled hard. The feather plume was tickly, but Lisa made sure it wasn't on for long. In just a week, I had my own fabulous tack made, and wore it happily.
Then Lisa started to train me to be ridden in dressage, and dancing. The dressage was working on the moves themselves, and it was just me and Lisa. I had to wear the tack for this, which I didn't enjoy. The dancing was working as a whole, with all eleven of us horses together. The routine was long, and very difficult, but I still loved it, and always threw myself into it. I didn't hate the dressage, but I didn't love it either. After just 6 months, I was up to the same standard as some of the older horses. Lisa decided to put me into a lead part in the dance routine, as the other horses could then be an even number, which would work better for most moves. I often listened to Lisa talking to her father about it, and enjoyed hearing praise for the other horses and I.

Chapter 3 - Travelling

The circus travels a lot. That is the part of the circus I really hate. The circus has lots of large vans, and caravans, and trailers. After we finish our stay at a particular town or city, the chaos starts. The circus folk pack up all their things, and secure them for their journey. The big wheel has to be taken down, as well as all the tents. Then, all the many vans drive up, one by one, and the wheel, then the tents, and all the miscallaneous items get loaded in - chairs, tables, machines, and so on. They start the journey to the next town, to clear the space. The individual caravans, owned by the circus folk, leave next, driving out the gate, and following the trucks. There is just one truck left - the horse truck. The horses get loaded in first. Many of us pull back, and refuse, but after some gentle persuasion (and some tempation, there's plenty of carrots!), all of us are loaded in. Inside the truck, there are 12 individual stalls, seperated by metal bars. The floor is covered with straw. In the side of the truck, there are about 20 small windows. Lisa comes with us horses in the truck, and her father drives - Lisa's mother has already left with their caravan. Lisa is always there to reassure us, and to calm us.
There was one particular trip that I have always remembered. We were headed from Sheffield to Leeds, a relatively short journey. I had been put in a stall beside Jane, a horse that I have never got along with. We were travelling along a particuarly bumpy stretch of country road, and were being rocked about like mad. It was very uncomfortable, and all of a sudden I was flung into the wooden bars that seperated mine and Jane's stalls. The bar cracked, and fell apart. I flew into her, and she was pinned against the wall of the truck. She screamed in pain, and I screamed in shock. Lisa yelled out "Stop the truck!" but it was already stopped; Lisa's father had heard us scream.
Luckily, neither of us were seriously hurt. We both had bruises, but no more than that. Jane hates me though, more than ever.

Chapter 4 - Performance

Two years later, just outside Coventry

The spotlights were shining on the entrance of the large blue, red and yellow tent; the crowds were cheering and clapping as the trapeze artists left the arena. A voice boomed out over the loudspeakers, "And now, the moment you've all been waiting for! Lisa, with her fabulous dancing horses!" Ten grey horses, wearing only plain black halters with black feather plumes trotted into the ring. When all ten had entered, and started cantering around the ring, five going clockwise and five going anti-clockwise, I trotted in, looking beautiful with a black and gold headcollar with a gold feather plume. Lisa sat on my back, on my special saddle, wearing a black leotard with gold horses sewed onto it. Her long, blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail, and her feet wore gold ballet pumps. We trotted to the center of the ring, where the other horses filed up, double file, behind them. Lisa stood up on my back, as the other horses filed past. The two of us stood in the middle of the ring, and Lisa shouted out commands to the horses. Most of them knew it off by heart anyway. The horses did figure-of-eights, leg yielding, and other dressage moves, seeming to dance around the ring. This kind of routine took months to prepare, so the same routine was generally used for every performance, though it never ceased to amaze the crowds. Then came the finale; the crowd watched in amazed silence, as I stood in the center, and the ten horses arranged themselves in a ring around her, all facing inwards, and bowed* in unison. Then the horses trotted out of the ring, followed by Lisa and I. We left to cheers from the audience.


Firefly still travels with the circus, and is happy with Lisa. They have an unbreakable bond, and are almost never apart.


I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.


Random (rubbish) drawing of her. If I don't get her, whoever does can have the picture, if they want it. I know it's no good, but I'm a rubbish artist who uses paint

*And yes, horses can learn to bow

I know the whole performance thing seems kinda over-the-top and also kinda impossible, but it's not real, so...


I'm PMing Lihmeth with it now

[nivvin]

Creature's Name:Lexi
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Preferences:Please PM me Forms, and take care of her! C:
Link Art Link:Clicky! ^^
Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what did you name it?Yes, and I named it Lexi

Creature's Name:Lilatani
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Preferences:PM me forms, take care of her ! C: Also, please don't change her name.
Link Art Link:I don't think a lineart was used..
Did you originally adopt this design here, and if yes what did you name it?Yes, I'm pretty sure I named it Lilatani

[Lirrie]

Nivvin they will get it in the code drop no need to repost.

[Nawee]

I say them Nivvin, now need to quote them. I will add them after the next code-drop.
No problem Tae. I will probably judge the forms in the afternoon but at the worst I'll wait for you to finish judging to post the code-drop ^-^

I'm also working on some revamps.
And I'm feeling old now, I'm 19 today =3

[Lirrie]

Lol Nawee thats not old XD haha Im old :l old as dirt. XD

[nivvin]

Alright..I added a Preferance to adopting Lilatani, though.

[Acaica]

[offtopic] Happy birthday nawee! ^^ Wow I see some really interesting forms!

[wibeke]

Happy birthday Nawee. And yes, you're getting old. =3