[preppy paws]

Owner: preppy paws
Horse's Name: Godiva
Height: 15 hh
Gender: Mare
Rarity: Very Rare
One memory of first snow: As long as she lived in the desert, her hopes and dreams of finding a cool substance to be next to, was very faint. As she wished to feel the rain more often, she never thought that something colder then rain was possible; snow. As she walked towards a rain cloud on a cool day, she followed it, and followed it farther then she has ever been. Out of the desert border, it was too cold for her skin and thin hairs. She managed to pull off something unbelievable. She went beyond a small mountain and into the depths of what to her is white rain. It was snow. She could see the warmth of her breather blend into the cold air. As flakes of this "white rain" fell, she noticed is was light, fluffy, and fell slower then regular rain. She stuck out her tongue and felt the flake melt into water. Shocked and amazed, Godiva jumped while being scared for her life. Wanting to go back home was an option to her. But she felt more home where she was then. As she grew more attached to the "white rain", she stayed for the winter there. Where it was cooler. Her coat began to get thicker- a reaction to the shivers. When the flakes stopped falling, she went back home. There she explained to her friends and family about the "white rain". Wanting to go back again soon, she would do so. For the rest of her life.
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[stabbrielle]

A Q I L O

Owner: captain awesome (hopefully)
Horse's Name: Aquilo
Height: 15 hh
Gender: stallion
Rarity: Very Rare

favorute gif: I chose the gif above, despite it having been used
already not only because it is one of my favourite gifs of all
time, but because, it depicts how I imagine Aquilo reacting to
his first experiences with snow fall: jubilant and free. The
snow signifies freedom and a new start for Aquilo.

[SkySmoke]

❅Owner: SkySmoke❅Horse's Name: Armani❅Height: 15 hh❅Gender: Stallion❅Rarity: Very Rare❅

One memory of first snow:
Armani stood on a tall dune overlooking his herd. It was late, but the moon was full so the entire desert was visible. His hind leg cocked as he let his eyes close to rest. He was suddenly aware of cold pin prick sensations along his back. He opened his eyes and it looked like the stars were slowly falling from the sky. Snow. The word tugged at his memory; something his father had spoken of but had never seen. It was a rare occurrence in the desert they lived in. Armani looked across the desert. The snowfall had become heavier and everything was blanketed in white. The moonlight made it seem to glow. Its beauty left him stunned; he stood and watched it fall until he heard his herd stirring. The foals looked up at him for guidance and he trotted down the dunes to join them in play.

History
Armani was born into a herd of DAMs whose lead stallion was evil. His only interest was having a herd of the strongest, fastest, most unusual looking DAMs in the desert. He would kick anyone who didn't meet his standards out of the herd violently. Armani's mother kept him away from the lead stallion as long as possible but once he got a look at Armani's unusual coat, he took the foal under his wing and refused to let him see his mother. Armani watched as the stallion viciously attacked his mother any time she tried to come near him. The day he almost killed her and made her leave the herd was the day Armani vowed to be nothing like him. Armani knew he would never survive in the desert on his own so he stayed and learned from the ruthless stallion.

He become strong and fast from being forced to run alongside the stallion. He became skilled in fighting by being forced to fight other colts. By the time he was three, he was feared by the entire herd; and he hated the older stallion with every fiber of his being. He wanted to be nothing like him. He knew he would never be allowed to leave the herd; he had become the lead stallions weapon. Armani was made to fight the other studs fights and was told he would begin covering mares soon. The final straw came when he found out he was the ruthless stallions son.

He became paranoid that the same malicious and ruthless attitude that his sire carried would run in his blood and he would eventually become what he hated so much. He knew he was strong enough to survive the desert alone so he left in the middle of the night and galloped as hard and as fast as he could until the sun rose. Then he would find cover in an outcropping of rocks or an oasis if he could find one. He continued to travel in this manner for a week until he felt comfortable that he was far, far away from his sire.

Since then he's been somewhat of a nomad, traveling mostly alone. He's had his own small herd a few times but they have often joined with other small herds to form a larger one for more protection. Armani has stayed with them for a while but then always feels a compulsion to leave. He has some fond memories of the herds he has been with, like his memory of snow, but he has never felt like he really belonged with any of them. He hopes that some day he will find a mate and start a herd that is really his own.

Personality:
Armani is a level headed, sensible stallion. Not much frazzles him. He is the kind of stallion you could let young children ride and he would keep them safe. He is inquisitive, so new things are fascinating rather than scary. Because he is so level headed he makes a very competent lead stallion. He takes this role very seriously and will protect his herd with his life; especially the foals. He is a gentleman with mares and likes the idea of finding one to devote himself to. It takes a lot to anger him, but once he is angry he has a very long cool down period. He tries to avoid violence at all costs, but if pushed to that level he becomes ruthless; it's something that he still carries from his past. After being taught to fight ruthlessly for so long, once he's angry enough to fight something in him just snaps.

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[G.L'S]

Withdrawing

[stride]

Owner: Stride
Horse's Name: Thebe
Height: 15 hh
Gender: Stallion
Rarity: Very Rare
One memory of first snow: Cold. It was cold. The young colt glared at the wet veil that covered his surroundings. Everything was pale, as if the light frost had frozen everything it touched, which Thebe knew was not true, as he was alive and kicking. It rarely snowed in the desert, but when it did, it was usually only a frost. Inspecting the cold, flat ground, he found that what seemed like a smooth blanket was actually hundred- no thousands of tiny crystals. Backing up, he was afraid to touch the surface of any frost, afraid he would break it. Retreating back into a cave-like structure, he pranced nervously. After a while, he built up enough courage to sniff the frost. That was a bad idea, as some of the crystals tickled his nose, making him sneeze. Quickly trotting back into the cave, he gave up in trying to understand the falling snow. (148 words)
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[MelMellyMel]

Owner: MeMellyMel
Horse's Name: Starlight
Height: 15 hh
Gender: mare
Rarity: Very Rare
One memory of first snow: As long as she could remember all Starlight knew was cold and darkness. The place she had lived all her life never got much sunlight, and as a result never got really warm, but the cold she knew was not the refreshing chill of a gust of wind, or the splash of water on ones face when they took a drink. No, this cold was as if her whole inside was filled with ice, but she did not mind the cold as you might think she did. She yearned for it, for when she was just a filly, and she saw the white fluff fall from the sky, her mother told her, “May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night and a smooth gallop all the way home.”, those words were one of the last remaining memories she had of her mother. So when she lay on a particularly cold, dark night, and looked up at the sky and saw the full moon, she knew it was her mother looking over her in the world so cold.
( I decided to take a different approach than most people, but if anyone was wondering where I got the quote, it is a Irish blessing quote that I slightly modified)
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[cinnamonroll]

Owner: TigerRocky
Horse's Name: Iridessa
Height: 15 hh
Gender: Mare
Rarity: Very Rare
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Owner;; crumpled wings
Horse's Name;; Medea
Height;; 15 hh
Gender;; Mare
Rarity;; Very Rare
Personality;; Medea is sweet and has a healer's personality (unlike her namesake who finds it comforting to kill those who cross her with poison). Calm, quiet, quick-witted, intelligent and inexplicably loving; Medea will never turn down a soul in need.
One memory of first snow;;



The first snow she saw carries a bittersweet memory.

Medea stood stock still with legs splayed apart, trembling with her grief; when suddenly a flake of white fell through the air next to her. Medea watched as her mother's form was blanketed with a growing whiteness, softly burying her, until all that remained was the red of her blood soaking through, making flowerlike patterns as it appeared. Suddenly realizing that she was now shivering from cold, Medea bid her mother farewell, promising that every first snow she would remember her spirit.

Medea has kept true to her promise, though she no longer blames herself for the freak accident that claimed her mother's life. Every first snow, Medea fasts for a day and builds a small memorial wherever she might be. She tends to use flowers that are buried under the gentle flakes, much like her mother was so long ago.

art by me, crumpled wings

[Dizzy socks]

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