[sprig]

Why do I love these so muuucchhh
To win this babe, please impress me by making a glorious form, and using three extras of your choice. Can be any kind of extra, art, words, whatever. (Remember I don't like to read walls of text though.)

This is the third of a couple different Fjord Tolters, so keep an eye out for the others.
You can try out for as many as you would like, but may only win one.
The form and competition for all of them will be the same.

Username: slit
Name: Max
Gender: Stallion
Coat Color: Gulblakk Fjord
Eye Color: Green
Sire: -
Dam: -
Breeding Notes: Hair edits will not pass down.

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[vincent,]

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[Vinson]

dropping :c

[~:Saddles&Bridles:~]

Reserve with the name Wolf

[bears]

Username: Mother of Bears
Name: Hyde
Gender: stallion [nonbinary]
Halter Color: forest green with white trim
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[waverly,]

/passively aggressively marks

[whisky]

mark

[Chrissy]

x

[kortico]

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Username: slit
Name: max
Gender: stallion
Halter Color: soft-toned brown leather, silver buckles, small pine tree in silver on the corner of the cheek piece.
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The farm is nestled in a northern stretch of Maine, where a thirty minute walk could bring you into Canada. The trees here are dense, and so Max is out to work. Along with a small team of the most rugged tolters, through the snow they work to haul small pine trees, used to be holiday decorations, over the trails to town. In the spring and summer they ground up the fields so seeds can be planted before harvest season comes around. He finds it entertaining and is very loyal to his job, happy to be decked up in ribbons and bows, too, for a sleigh ride through the fields.

headshot by me.

max's aesthetic

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[angelshy]

Username
Angelshy

Name
Winnie
"fair one; white and smooth; soft; happiness; fair and pure"

(her show name is Don't Fiddle With My Hooves)

Gender
Mare

Halter Color
The same brown color as the brown from a maid outfit and the same beige color as the lace from a maid outfit (example)

Her Decisions
Winnie's decided that she wants to focus on her training for competitions and, at times, it makes her feel absolutely terrible. She just as well wants to be a mother so badly and nurture a foal to be a great performer in shows or possibly even a competitor in contests. But, it isn't going to happen unless she gives up her dream of being the top champion.

She'll see foals with their mothers and it makes her feel all the more awful. So, she mostly tries to keep herself upbeat and spirited for the sake of herself, but often times, she does it mostly for the colts and fillies. They are usually left to her to babysit since they all know that she longs for a family of her own and does amazing with the young'uns. They adore her! Winnie somehow manages to work well with them in spite of herself.

Maternal instincts are always keeping the colts and fillies safe as well as having a good time. She can have them running around playing chase/tag and then the next instant to be lying down. She can have them eat their food, drink their water, take a nap, -stop that tussling, right now-, and do as they're told. Then, she tells them stories of her time spent during shows, her greatest victories, a sometimes a few ancient equine legends. To top it all off at rare occasions, she speaks to their wide eyes and perked ears of how, someday, they too will be triumphant when they achieve they first accomplishments in shows and competitions.

Art by me
http://i.imgur.com/UFIHVT0.png
(version with glow)

Story by me
Why. Why, of all days, did it just have to be foggy on the day of my championship final? - Winnie thought furiously. Losing visibility during this event could cost Winnie―big time. She stooped slowly, pawing at the mushy earth beneath her hooves, searching for the starting mark. It wasn't there. It wasn't anywhere. Where?! - Winnie thought furiously in her mind. But, it had already begun. She was losing precious seconds, precious time she was wasting. And she couldn't do it. She trotted away as gasps were erupting from some place behind her. Distressed neighing followed as she realized that now she wouldn't have to be burdened by the pressure of winning. Now, she could be what she always wanted to be from the very start. A mother.

Please do not steal/copy my form, thank you c:
What an absolute beauty <3