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[Toadalicious]

o3o Great donations! <3 Too bad I don't have time to finish a story for any of them. Well, good luck to all this rounds' contestants! ;3

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[horsy1050]

Due to complications at home I can't complete my order, I'll try and string together a story, but chances are it's a fail.

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[horsy1050]

I can't pump out art before this closes becuase of a ginormous art block, so I've used a template I made of a horse with shading that I have used for some H10.2 horses, owned by other people.

It isn't great but I he/she was a joy to colour, and whoever gets the foal can have this art free of charge. Godd luck.

Image (of the character you would like to adopt): Foal in stable (1)

Name: Torne
Character Thread: see siggy
Breed/Species: Warmblood
Personality: Friendly, loving and gives 110% with anyone
Other: Yeah, a compainion for Lahrl, but for me he will be more then that. The horse I will never and can never have. Not much of a reason but I'm sticking to it.

Story:

There he stood in the middle of the areana, his coat glistened even under the harsh light. He stood tall and strong, in a way that made him even more beautiful to behold. Torne had been here many times when he was foal, but after being sold he was trained as a eventer, and now he stood in the areana again, not leaping over ridiculous fences or prancing around like a overgrown fairy. He was here as himself. The way he was, in the spotlight as the judges circled him like a flock of vultures, trying to find even the slightest blemish in his silky coat. He loved eventing, but he loved this more. He loved to be adored, and loved and cared for, to be preened and pampered, and to have his owner spend time with him, not on him. You can forge a realtionship in saddle, but on the ground where it matters.

The judges retreated leaving the horses and owners in the areana. The tension broke amoung the croud who watched and adored. He wanted to win, not for himself, but for her, his owner, his friend, who spent hours grooming him and pampering him, and whispering in his ear. He wanted it for her.

The judges returned and a voice bellowed around him. There was a surge of clapping and screaming. Then silence once more. Again and again they roared and calmed, like ocean on beach. Until it was first place, winning place. Only a few coughs and stutters interupted the silence.

"In first place is ... Ronigans dream!"

Ronigans dream, the pure black stallion who stood next to him. He wouldn't have minded not being placed if it wasn't for her. He was lead out the areana to his makeshift stable. Minutes passed, she still hadn't arrived. Torne wanted to please her and now he failed. He stood tall and didn't fuss, didn't even lift a hoof. It was all wasted.

Just before it was time to pack and head home someone came to the stable, in their arms was a bucket. A bucket full of treats and yummies, of carrots and apples. She came. She forgave him. As he went to get his yummies he felt a sqease around his neck. She still love me.

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