[Chronometer]

I'd like to know a little about this tolter's past. Tell me a little story about when they were younger!
250-500 words, please. Extras will greatly increase your chance of winning c:

Username: Vinson
Show Name: Northern Downpour Sends Its Love
Name: Sugarcane
Gender: Stallion
Colour: Silver Black Sabino (EE/aa/Zz/nSb1)
Age: 13
Height: 13.2 hh

[Bella278436]

Not going to enter, but this one is just so beautiful I had to see who won him/her!

[Captain Chomp]

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Champion.
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Crossroads Deal With The Devil
Name:
Crimson
Gender:
Stallion
Colour:
Silver Black Sabino (EE/aa/Zz/nSb1)
Age:
Six Years Old
Height:
13.7 Hands
Halter Colour:
White with red stars/splatters
A short story :
WIP

[guilttripping]

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Colour: Silver Black Sabino (EE/aa/Zz/nSb1)
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[Vinson]

i made the graphic if that counts as art? c:
Username: Vinson
Show Name: Northern Downpour Sends Its Love
Name: Sugarcane
Gender: Stallion
Colour: Silver Black Sabino (EE/aa/Zz/nSb1)
Age: 13
Height: 13.2 hh
Halter Colour: monochrome with a white raindrop on the cheek
A short story: Sugarcane was alright, but his heart was pounding, and tears filled his eyes. When Weathervane had left him, he had said one line from their song - "I know the world's a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home." And then he had gone into the trailer, and Sugarcane hadn't seen his lifelong friend in over a year now. It hurt him, and every time he was in the ring, performing to their song, he had managed to control the wave of sadness and pain that washed over him. He knew it was coming. "Unraveled words like moths upon old scarves, I know the world's a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it ho-" Sugarcane halted his routine, quivering as the old memories took him over and suddenly he was in the past again.
They had met when they were but tiny foals, wandering about on long, clumsy legs. An immediate bond had been made, and they had frolicked about in the pastures for hours on end, listening as the owner of the stables played music on her speakers, humming along. She skipped it to Northern Downpour and watched the foals listen closely, hearing their names, looking at one another with understanding and confusion all at once. They knew that this song was theirs, and it would forever shape their lives. They were both halter broken at the same time, and they were both introduced to bridle and saddle at the same time. They had gone to the arena together, learned and grew together. She had played their song once more, and their hooves knew the beat and began to dance by themselves, in what they would soon learn to be called dressage. They had trained together, competed together, won together. They were always together. They were constantly nickering verses of their song to each other, the two silver black stallions. Until Sugarcane felt something new and almost unwanted tug on his heart.
This, he soon learned, was called a crush. He despised it, until he saw Weathervane look at him with the same hopeless look in his eyes, and they knew that together they had fallen in love. They had done everything together, until that one fateful day when Weathervane was led away alone. Sugarcane felt empty as soon as the other stallion left his side, and even still he nickers verses of their song in his sleep, waiting for a response he knows will never come. His lifelong friend, his lover, his partner was gone, and Sugarcane had fallen into a deep depression the day after Weathervane had left. But he still performed to their song, waiting for the one day when Weathervane would be with him again, performing right beside him.

The Full Story

[~:Saddles&Bridles:~]

Mark. I feel likeb i need this.

[Thelastsilhouette]

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Colour: Silver Black Sabino (EE/aa/Zz/nSb1)
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[S h e b s t e r]

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Gender: Stallion
Colour: Silver Black Sabino (EE/aa/Zz/nSb1)
Age: 5
Height: 17hh
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[rook.]

dropping out <3 good luck

[ShadyBro]

Username: ShadyBro
Show Name: Chocolate Factory
Name: Pip
Gender: Stallion
Colour: Silver Black Sabino (EE/aa/Zz/nSb1)
Age: 4 Years
Height: 12.2hh
Halter Colour: Like A Shiny Golden Candy Wrapper

Story: The sound of hooves hitting the ground echoed off the walls of the valley sending a deep hum through Pip's chest. He bounced over toward the edge of the cliff excitedly, straining his neck farther down to get a good look at the runners. The leader came into view, his sleek black coat shimmering as his muscles stretched and tensed. They rest of the group was just a pace behind him, packed together, head to head in their race against the clock. Pip slid closer to the edge, veering out to watch as the herd rushed past, a whirlwind flying up towards his face as the dust cloud behind them swallowed up the valley. He snorted and coughed, closing his eyes for just a moment, and when he opened them again the herd was gone. He grinned and pranced along the edge, pretending like he was racing alongside them. He had always dreamed of growing up to be a runner. He admired, no idolized those famous stallions. The rest of his herd would be gathered at the finish line, waiting to congratulate the winner, though they all knew it would be Black Shadow. He always led the pack, and he always crossed first. Pip sped up, racing along the edge, until the finish line was in sight. There he slid to a stop and watched as the lead runner jumped over the dead tree that marked the end up the race, his hooves clipping the groove that had been etched in from years of use. Pip reared up and cheered as the rest of the group jumped the log as well, coming to a stop around Shadow. The black horse stood proud, cockily shaking his mane and prancing in circles. Pip dashed down, greeting the herd and pushing through to congratulate him. As always, the little brown and white foal was ignored. He sighed, standing his ground as the herd rushed past around him, heading back to the meadows they called home. Eventually, he was all alone, just a cloud of dust to greet him. Huffing, he turned to face the old log. He scraped the ground with his hoof, his ears pinned back and his head low. He took off like a bullet, the wind rushing past him as he readied himself to jump the tree. He pushed up, feeling time slow as he approached the log, but his front hooves clipped the bark and sent him tumbling forward. He blinked the dizziness out of his eyes as the dust billowed around him. He choked back his frustration, a few tears slipping out as he felt the sting of pain in his side. A girlish giggle tugged at his attention, and he turned to see a small grey filly staring back at him. She smirked, inviting him to play with her. He smiled and rushed off after her, chasing her down the valley, creating his own little race of sorts. They played together the whole day, and by the time he had to head back home they were both a mess of dirt and bruises, and yet he was happy with himself. They had both won, in a way. She challenged him to be better, to be faster and prouder of what he could do, despite his small size. And as he trailed after her, a slight limp in his step, he laughed at the silly runners he had once cared so much to be like. There was nothing to win from their mundane races. But with her, he was always winning, even when he was in last place.