[Potato.]

username; Nandi
name; Quiet Night
gender; female
eye colour: amber
sire: Toby
dam: Jacky
offspring:
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[stabbrielle]

username; captain awesome
name; Felice ( lucky in Italian )
gender; female
halter color; Lilac Purple
past; Reserve: The day we found Felice, was one that was difficult to forget. The sky was grey and the clouds were churning over our heads. Rain drizzled down, spotting the windshield of our truck, washing away the thin layer of dust and grime that accumulated whenever we went to a show. Thunder rolled overhead, and a Tolter whinnied shrilly from the trailer, no doubt Sampson who was craning his neck to nuzzle closer to Scotty in this time of distress. Lightning flashed overhead, illuminating the sky with an eerie glow. My hands gripped the steering wheel, turning my knuckles white. A frown crossed over my face as I glanced out the window. A battered plywood sign wavered in the howling wind. 'Horses for sale. Dirt cheap,' it read in dripping crimson paint. Beyond that a metal barn with open paddocks, filled with horses of every shape and size, pressed up against each other, could be seen. I shook my head, immediately knowing what this place was and the horrible things they did. It brought tears to my eyes. Pulling over, I picked up my wallet, flipping through today's winnings. $75, I counted the bills carefully. Hardly enough, but maybe if I got lucky, she'd find one she could fix and sell to a good home.

Pulling onto the long dirt drive, I was horrified by what I saw: matted fur, caked with mud and no doubt feces, foals neighing out helplessly for their mothers and the mares whinnying back from a few pens down, eye whites shown in fear as men threw roped around necks, dragging the horse towards the barn where no doubt, an auction was being held.
companion; Orange tabby kitten named Hobbes

WIP

[SunsetPatches]

Y.E.S.

username;SunsetPatches
name; SL Íkorna Skorri ( Icelandic; 'squirrel' and 'purring one/loud one') // Korri
gender; filly
halter color; grey with dark mulberry, feathery designs up the middle
companion; a female silver sugar glider (native to australia) called Sylvi
past;
-i'll come back to this i swear-

[Nandi]

username; Nandi
name; Quiet Night
gender; female
halter color; red - #CC0000

past;
Night's arrival was nearly exciting as finding a hundred dollar bill on the sidewalk, and dare I say, perhaps even more exquisite then when we first bought our farmhouse. We had our poultry and cattle, and yeah, even a dog - and yet, it felt completely empty without horses. I remember clearly when I had to drop my lease on Jukebox when my parents first moved us to the city, and now on my own, it just didn't feel right without them - something was missing.

So, when I saw the ad for this absolutely splendid filly, I knew I had to have her. I was so giddy that I drove up as soon as I possibly could, I didn't care about the expensive price tag, or the two hour drive. You know, now that I think about it, I probably wouldn't have cared if a tornado came out of nowhere, as long as I ended up with that horse.

By the time I had brought the painted filly back home, the sun was setting and I had little time to accustom her to the home. I decided to put her in the sheep barn until the stables were ready, and went to bed early.

In the next couple of weeks, I began to notice that she was, in fact, very quiet. Barely any noise, unless she was happy. So I decided on the name "Quiet Night", for both her personality and her color. She was enjoying her finished stables, and quite seemed to enjoy frolicking with the sheep, and would often prefer to sleep out in the fields, if it wasn't too cold, that is.

One night I awoke at around ten PM to an awful racket - terrified bleats and whinnies calling from the field. Thinking the worst, I ran outside, thinking I'd find a wold, maybe a bear, heck, perhaps a wild cat - and yet, I saw none of these things. I assumed the fuss had scared them off, and started to head back inside when I heard a small whimper. Curious, I looked about and found a small coyote pup - no older then a couple of weeks. I was very confused on how it could have gotten there, but assumed it was its mother, so I put the flock and Night in the barns and left it be.

I went back a couple of days later to the same spot and low and behold, the pup was still there, crying and confused. I don't know how to take care of a coyote. Who even does that? Yet, I suppose I couldn't just leave it to die, so ended up bottle-feeding it after reading up about it on the internet.

The coyote was a real hassle to deal with - when it was young, it had to be fed nearly all the time it seemed and as it grew, started shredding everything in its path and quickly grew into the name "Nuisance". When he was off the milk, due to the fact he was destroying my home, I moved him into his very own "coyote stall" inside the horse barn. Turns out, he and Night got along quite well and bonded quickly. Such a strange thing, don't you think?

I do so adore my new horse - and I suppose the coyote, too - I'm hoping we'll get another soon, but I'm not so sure Nuisance would like that idea. Sharing his buddy just isn't his thing.

companion; "Nuisance", a fawn pelted coyote

[heyheygirl101]

username; heyheygirl101
name; Eruraviel (Meaning Royal Maiden or Lioness of God)
gender; Filly/Mare
halter color; The gold of a Lion's Coat.
past; Eruraviel Was found in the middle of a wild park in southern Africa. During an African safari, she was spotted cuddled up to a lioness and her cubs. Those on the safari wanted to help her so they tried to coax her over with food, as she noticed the people she got more curious.
She decided to check it out, she got up jostling the cub she had been snuggling and slowly walked over, the cub followed and the lioness watched, but didn't make any moves to attack. When Eruraviel got to the jeep they fed her the treats and then tried to get her into the vehicle.
Eruraviel became frightened and whinnied for help, the little lion cub tried to help her but couldn't, however it didn't matter, the lioness was up in a flash and many other lions had joined to get their "cub" back. I humans quickly placed her back on the land and drove away. As the lioness nuzzled her and sniffed her to make sure she was alright.
To this day no one knows how Eruraviel was able to survive in the pride and live among the lions as one of their own, but many have seen her with her "sister", Tuarwen as they roam the plains together.
companion; Tuarwen, a lioness that she grew up with on the plains of Africa. They are practically sisters. Tuarwen

[Potato.]

username; Nandi
name; Quiet Night
gender; female
halter color; red - #CC0000

past;
Night's arrival was nearly exciting as finding a hundred dollar bill on the sidewalk, and dare I say, perhaps even more exquisite then when we first bought our farmhouse. We had our poultry and cattle, and yeah, even a dog - and yet, it felt completely empty without horses. I remember clearly when I had to drop my lease on Jukebox when my parents first moved us to the city, and now on my own, it just didn't feel right without them - something was missing.

So, when I saw the ad for this absolutely splendid filly, I knew I had to have her. I was so giddy that I drove up as soon as I possibly could, I didn't care about the expensive price tag, or the two hour drive. You know, now that I think about it, I probably wouldn't have cared if a tornado came out of nowhere, as long as I ended up with that horse.

By the time I had brought the painted filly back home, the sun was setting and I had little time to accustom her to the home. I decided to put her in the sheep barn until the stables were ready, and went to bed early.

In the next couple of weeks, I began to notice that she was, in fact, very quiet. Barely any noise, unless she was happy. So I decided on the name "Quiet Night", for both her personality and her color. She was enjoying her finished stables, and quite seemed to enjoy frolicking with the sheep, and would often prefer to sleep out in the fields, if it wasn't too cold, that is.

One night I awoke at around ten PM to an awful racket - terrified bleats and whinnies calling from the field. Thinking the worst, I ran outside, thinking I'd find a wold, maybe a bear, heck, perhaps a wild cat - and yet, I saw none of these things. I assumed the fuss had scared them off, and started to head back inside when I heard a small whimper. Curious, I looked about and found a small coyote pup - no older then a couple of weeks. I was very confused on how it could have gotten there, but assumed it was its mother, so I put the flock and Night in the barns and left it be.

I went back a couple of days later to the same spot and low and behold, the pup was still there, crying and confused. I don't know how to take care of a coyote. Who even does that? Yet, I suppose I couldn't just leave it to die, so ended up bottle-feeding it after reading up about it on the internet.

The coyote was a real hassle to deal with - when it was young, it had to be fed nearly all the time it seemed and as it grew, started shredding everything in its path and quickly grew into the name "Nuisance". When he was off the milk, due to the fact he was destroying my home, I moved him into his very own "coyote stall" inside the horse barn. Turns out, he and Night got along quite well and bonded quickly. Such a strange thing, don't you think?

I do so adore my new horse - and I suppose the coyote, too - I'm hoping we'll get another soon, but I'm not so sure Nuisance would like that idea. Sharing his buddy just isn't his thing.

companion; "Nuisance", a fawn pelted coyote

gratsss x3