[paradise,]

possibly entering if i have the time.

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Why is this tolter crying?:

[Chaotic Queen]

Username:Runfree
Name:Don't cry for your sins // Sin
Gender:Stallion
Halter color: Pre-made double bridle
Personalty:Sin is a deep, thoughtful Stallion. He needs someone who can cheer him up. He is shy and depressed, but if he finds the right one he will maybe cheer up. He is zoning out of the world.
Why is this tolter crying?: This toltler is crying, well here's a story.

Sin's Life
It all started when he was 2, he had a "girlfriend" So they where playing together by the lake

WIP

[grapejuice]

Username: grapejuice
Show Name: The Summit of Apocrypha
Name: Kruziikrel
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: Pre-made double bridle
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Why is this tolter crying?:

wip, leaving for class uwu

[silver ~]

Username: ~silverpelt~
Name: amethyst
Gender: mare
Halter color: Pre-made double bridle
Personalty: amethyst is very social mare and is generally thought of having a perfect life. However her life isn't as glamaours as she makes it seem, s
Why is this tolter crying?: wip

[Arrows]

Ｗｅｅｐ  ｆｏｒ  ｔｈｅ  ｓｏｎｓ  ｗｈｏ  ｗｉｌｌ  ｎｏｔ  ｅｎｊｏｙ  ｓｕｍｍｅｒ＇ｓ  ｂｅａｕｔｙ
Ｆｏｒ  ｔｈｅ  ｄａｕｇｈｔｅｒ  ｗｈｏ  ｗｉｌｌ  ｎｅｖｅｒ  ｓｅｅ  ｔｈｅ  ｌｉｇｈｔ  ｏｆ  ｄａｙ

Username: Arrows
Name: Weeping Willow // Delora
Gender: Mare
Halter color: Pre-made double bridle
Personalty: Delora is a nurturing and sweet mare, always has been. She is troubled often by her past tragedies, which sometimes makes it difficult for her to be happy or show emotion. The mare appears fragile, ready to break - yet she is stronger than often thought. Delora is dutiful and persevering, always an overcomer. And after getting past the initial sadness of events in her life, she has seen the good of them. Delora has grown to be a mother for all orphaned foals and young horses who need it, and a great helper above all else. The mare has grown used to her daily sadness, and it is often easy to offend or upset her. She is frank with herself, not allowing any self-pity. The lovely thing about Delora is that, despite her still-prevalent daily problems, she can make something beautiful out of something that seems only bad.
She will never lose herself, no matter how bad it may get. She tries to remain tied to her roots, and is rather superstitious. Delora believes in many things, especially life after death. It comforts her. She has grown to not fear her inevitable death. All must pass at some point, and Delora accepts this - even if some deaths come much too soon. The mare has always played the mother, but she doesn't mind the part. She has always found herself most fit as that, and had been most comfortable in that manner. Delora shows sympathy and empathy both, always reasonable and truthful.
Delora - the mother, the fortress, the weeping willow.

Ｗｅｅｐ  ｆｏｒ  ｔｈｅ  ｔｈｒｅｅ  ｗｈｏ  ａｒｅ  ｇｏｎｅ
Ｆｏｒ  ｔｈｅ  ｓｏｒｒｏｗ  ｔｈａｔ  ｒｅｍａｉｎｓ  ｆｏｒｅｖｅｒｍｏｒｅ

Why is this tolter crying?: She stared at the darkly colored foal eagerly, watching it slip out and struggle for air. Her eyes lit up, all ideas of pain gone as she heard the foal's sharp intake of its first breath. Delora was hopeful, watching it. She knew it was a weak little filly, the mare could see it in their feeble movements and quick, labored breaths. Delora stood and neared the little filly, sniffing her. It was near motionless. The mare nickered softly, begging her to hold on.
Yet as the evening continued, Delora knew. She could feel her foal's life ebbing away. Her third darling, slowly being ripped away. Delora nuzzled her darling closely, still clinging to her hope. The mare looked into her doll's indigo eyes, matching her own, and saw the filly's pain. It was too late. And when the filly finally shuddered, letting out a huffed breath and no more, Delora took her nose and gently closed the filly's small sparkling eyes, now glazed, with a mother's touch.
Drained of strength and emotion, Delora lay beside the filly, if only for one time, and fell asleep fitfully. She was done with this all, all her pain, all her sorrow. How could it be so cruel?
- - -
By the time Delora awoke, the filly's small, precious body was gone, as she had expected it to be. Fresh grain and hay was in the corner, along with water, in her stall, but she could not bring herself to eat or drink, despite her stomach groaning and her lips dry. How could she, when her dear foal had not gotten the same privilege? No, Delora did not deserve it. The mare retreated to the corner, trying to draw herself away from this world, to somewhere else. Anywhere.
It was midday when her owner finally entered the stall, as she knew he would. He came near, glancing at the untouched food and water before placing a hand on her neck tenderly. "Oh, Delora. I'm sorry. She was a beautiful little filly. Perhaps we can try again when next spring comes around." The mare lashed out, nearly catching his arm with her teeth. Delora's eyes showed warning, forcing him to back off and leave. She placed her head back in the corner, low. She was done trying, always trying. Nothing would work. This was her third foal that had died at her feet. The first had been a miscarriage, the second had held on for two days, and the third...oh, how Delora had suffered.
Now, she did not want to feel. Delora could not feel. It wasn't worth it any longer. In the days to come, she reluctantly was pushed into the pasture with her companions, ignoring their antics to cheer her up and caring offers. Delora kicked at nearing stallions, ignored the dear other orphaned foals that she loved so dearly. When she looked at the faces of other horses, she did not see them - instead she saw the three foals, two colts and a filly, that had been stolen from her. One, a gorgeous bay. The second, a darling chestnut roan. And the third, a near carbon copy of her. What she would've given to have them all beside her.
In her dreams the sorrowful mare chased after her foals, laughing and neighing with joy as they romped about her. Delora could find comfort only in vague visions of them now. In reality, there was nothing left for her. Nothing. When the poor mare awoke to the cruel sunlight of the morning creeping in, she would curse the truth of her life. Delora built her walls, and she built them well. There was a not a crack into her heart when you interacted with her. She was the lost cause.
Delora spent a month like this. She ate and drank only what kept her alive, finding it unfair that she could do these things while her three foals couldn't - yet also unfair, she felt, was for her to die. Delora could not let herself do so. So she kept her mouth as parched as it would allow, and kept her stomach constantly grumbling. The horses around her began to ignore the mare - she would sneak off in the night and visit the three little graves she had found after her first foal had passed - her owner had buried them all. A mother never forgets her children, wherever they me be. Delora would rest beside the patches of dirt, as close as she would ever get to them again except in her dreams.
One evening, Delora dreamed as she always did - yet something was different. Her foals were quiet, somber. They did not play as they always did. The mare was on edge - what was wrong with her babies? They did not speak, but she noticed the slightest transparency in their figures. Delora watched throughout the dream as they faded, more and more. She knew she would not see them again, not for a long while. She begged them stay, just a little longer, yet they only looked upon her with sad eyes. Delora knew what they were telling her. "I can't," she cried out desperately. They were already gone.
It was a cloudy and dreary day, to match her mood. She was stony, as always, with her companions in the field and kept them from seeing her emotions. That night, the clouds ripped open and strong, unrelenting rain slammed down, pressing cold into her fur. Most horses hid under the little structures spread about the pastures, yet Delora remained out. The mare closed her eyes and swayed with the winds. She allowed the strong rain to fall upon her dry lips and mouth, replenish her waning strength. Delora could feel the chill in her bones, which stuck out sickeningly from her stomach. She could feel her thin body falling onto its knees, her frail head bowing towards the ground. And as Delora opened her eyes once more and tilted her head towards the skies with great effort, the tears tore from her eyes, running down her cheeks, as unrelenting as the rain. The fresh droplets of water mixed with her salty, sorrowful tears. Lifted her high and permitted her to let out all her grief, her depression, her anger, her aching. It was beautiful.
Delora's cheeks were stained with tears, yet she stood, strong and free. Her legs wobbled uncertainly, not unlike the way a young foal learning to stand would do. She continued to weep, feeling her heart bursting. How could she have not seen? Her dear three foals, of course they were here. Delora could see them now, streaking across the muddy fields, chasing one another. She could see them biting at each other's ears, roughhousing as such young horses might. She could see it all. Delora understood, finally. Her head bent down and touched her chest softly. A mother's touch. For her foals were there, always and forever more. Never forgotten.
Perhaps not all was lost, not yet. Yet a mother will always cry for her children.

The Three She Lost: Delora has had three small foals. She lost each of them very close to their birth. It has been hard for her to move on, yet she remembers them all vividly, and she has not simply left them without identities. Delora has still loved them all despite their deaths.
Her First Foal - The mare's first darling foal was a shining bay colt. Delora was young, eager to love and be a mother. She could feel the little body inside of her, kicking occasionally, and she was ecstatic. It was everything the young mare had dreamed of. Delora was ready. Yet her foal started pushing much to early - a miscarriage. The young mare only saw the colt for a few moments, a flash of his bay coat, and then he was taken, already cool to the touch. Delora was miserable. Her first pregnancy was a failure, and her child taken. Still, she could see the small darling she had lost. She imagined him, what he would've grown to be. Oh, how she wished to see him. Delora named the colt Davos, still loving him despite his death. She saw him as a strong, gallant stallion, his bay coat shining. How she wished to see him.
Her Second Foal - Delora's second foal was another colt, gentle and frail. He was a chestnut roan, with a dulled coat but utterly beautiful eyes, vividly and deeply blue. How she was excited. At first she feared that this foal would come to a similar fate as Davos, but she was reassured when the birth was on time and, although strenuous, actually went pretty well. She loved the little colt, giving him the name Dedrick. He was sickly and small, seen as unnatural. Delora didn't mind - she'd keep him safe. Yet she was terribly struck by tragedy yet again - Dedrick died by her side as she slept two days after his birth. Her hopes were crushed. She woke immediately, his body losing its warmth right beside her. Dedrick and Davos were together now. Delora felt abandoned, hopeless. Her darling colt, so sweet and fragile, was dead.
Her Third Foal - Her most recent loss came less than a year ago. She was hesitant to try again, refusing at first. Delora finally opened her heart, and allowed herself another attempt. She fussed over her soon-plump belly, cautious at all times. The mare let herself be optimistic, trying to get over the loss of Dedrick and Davos. Delora grew closer to her due date, and her nerves were going wild. She was restless with worry. When labor began, she tried to stay calm. But by now, as soon as the lovely filly slipped out Delora knew, with her heart aching, that this tiny filly would not survive the night. Devastated, she spent all her time with the poor darling, trying to at least have her know her mother. Darcy was her name, a near copy of Delora. How she loved that filly in those short hours she had. And when she was gone, the mother wept for them all. Davos, Dedrick, and Darcy - her three babies, always.

Delora & Manhatten: The buckskin saw the mare from across the field, looking low and sad. He galloped near to her, and Delora raised her head. Manhatten let out a soft neigh, nuzzling her softly. Delora turned away and looked off towards the open land.
"Delora, are you thinking of them again?"
She glanced at him with her shimmering indigo eyes. "Yes, of course. They never leave me, Manhatten. They never should." A tear rolled down her cheek.
Manhatten gently wiped it away. "Oh, Delora. Of course they'll never leave you. But you don't have to spend the entire day thinking of your foals. They're there," he motioned towards your heart. "And you know it. Come, I found a break in the fence. We can go on an adventure to take your mind off of it." The stallion nudged her along. Reluctantly, Delora went along.
- - -
The two had become friends and bonded over a period of time. They first met soon after Delora lost her first foal. She was settled in a corner of the pasture, in the shade of a tree. Delora was hiding herself away from the others horses, yet suddenly Manhatten was there, shy and awkward, yet ever-sweet. The upset young mare ignored his attempts to help at once, turning from him - yet his attitude was infectious, and soon enough she warmed up to the handsome stallion. So, with Manhatten's help, they picked up the pieces and put Delora back together again, this beginning their friendship.
Delora grew close to Manhatten. He was easy to talk to, and a wonderful listener. He was sympathetic and said all the right things. The mare felt comfortable around him. The young mare coaxed the shy stallion out of his shell, slowly, so he was more free with his opinions. After the loss of her foal, it was nice to have a friend like him.
Things grew tense when Delora became pregnant and then lost her foal a second time. Manhatten seemed distant. Devastated, the mare was cold and unresponsive. She pushed the stallion away, keeping herself from socialization. Both were hurt. Yet one day, Delora was suddenly there, beside Manhatten. They said no words, because they didn't have a need to. Suddenly, their friendship was strong again, and Delora's smile returned.
The third time poor Delora lost her foal, a filly, she needed Manhatten more than ever. He was the only one she didn't end up shutting out. The two slept side by side night after night, Delora's head near Manhatten's chest, his heartbeat comforting her. Manhatten's heart ached when he saw the utterly sorrowful look in her eyes. How he wanted to see her smile, hear her laugh. If only he could give her a foal, somehow some way. Delora realized how much she needed Manhatten, and perhaps something else.
- - -
The young mare spent a long while talking of her three foals - Davos, Dedrick, and Darcy. Manhatten allowed her, as he always did, listening carefully. He pushed through the fence, allowing her to walk past him. It was often they would go on adventures together - Manhatten took her into the forest a lot. It helped get Delora's mind off of other things. As they walked, the conversation slowly changed and Delora took up other things. She started to look at Manhatten more, with those pretty blue-purple eyes. That little laugh came along in time, the laugh Manhatten loved to much. Delora would grin when he would duck his head and look away shyly when embarrassed.
The two friends spent hours in the forest, roaming aimlessly. As the sun set, they rested at the edge of the woods and watched. Close together they sat, their sides brushing together. Delora would steal glances at her shining buckskin best friend, and Manhatten would take a peek occasionally. They both had things nagging in their heads, begging to be said. Yet the day had been so perfect - why ruin it?
Manhatten spoke first, and suddenly. "Delora," he said.
"Yes?" She turned her head towards him, tilting it slightly.
"I can tell you anything, right?" He blushed, averting her eyes nervously.
Delora narrowed her eyes. "Of course. Is something the matter?"
The stallion shook his head. "No, it's fine I...Delora, I like you."
"I like you too!" She replied cheerfully.
"No, not like that. Not like best friend and best friend - I mean, of course I like you that way too, but..." Manhatten rambled on, losing track. He trailed, and asserted his purpose. "Delora, I value our friendship so much. And I'm happy with our relationship, I am. But from the moment I saw you, years ago, I thought you were the most beautiful creature around. I was smitten with you. I never felt right to tell you, with your foals and everything." He paused and gulped. Quietly, he said finally, "I love you Delora."
The words hung in the air for a long while. Delora's face had fallen, so Manhatten could not see her reaction. Eventually, her lovely indigo eyes met his. "I love you too, Manhatten." She reached forward, and the stallion an affectionate nuzzle. "I've waited to say that. Or for you too."
He smiled softly, "You might have been waiting for a long while."
"Oh, Manhatten." Delora's eyes softened and she moved closer. Her skin tingled when she touched him. It was her turn for nervousness, though. "Uh..Manhatten, maybe it's wrong to bring this up now, but I'm don't think I'm ready to have foals, not now. I..." She trailed when he nuzzled her to stop her words.
The stallion smiled, "I know. It's okay. I'll wait. I'll wait forever."
Side by side, they rose, and walked towards the pasture. Delora wanted to give him the world. She was everything she needed. Thoughts raced through her mind as she smiled to Manhatten, happier than ever. In her beating heart, she could feel her three foals, as he had said, and now she had found love. Perhaps this would be the best day of her life.
Their love was pure and sweet. Manhatten was respectful, sweet, and selfless. He would do anything for her. Delora was adoring and nurturing, always. They spent time with the orphaned foals so much, and Manhatten would smile, somewhat sadly, watching her being so motherly to them. Oh, what a lovely mother she would make. Why had she been cursed so with her bad luck with foaling? It seemed almost cruel.
Delora & Manhatten would walk to watch the sunset together every day, and lay together every evening, her head near his heart, always. She would cry in the dead of night, sweet and soft tears, for her three foals long gone. Manhatten had learned that is was simply something she needed - he couldn't stop it, he could onl be there for her. It was in these times that Delora concluded that she was ready. She wished for another foal, strong and perfect.

Ｗｅｅｐ，  ｌｉｔｔｌｅ  ｗｉｌｌｏｗ

[Vinson]

Username;; Vinson
Name;; The Clouds Cry//Elizabeth
Gender;; mare
Halter color;; Pre-made double bridle
Personalty;; Elizabeth is much like a dreary cloud - she mopes around quietly, spilling tears now and then, but soon retreats back to her stall because she's run out of tears for the day. She's calm, yes, and very quiet, but is she contented, or happy? No. She's sad, dreary, and mopey, of course, from reminiscing on old memories, of happy days, of sunny skies and starry nights, of her former owner. But her emotions often rise in a single, tiny flare of happiness, of childish behavior, of giggles and smiles, the true Elizabeth. And as suddenly as the flare is shot up, it disappears, the sad Elizabeth returns.
Why is she crying?;; She glanced out at the stars, a single huff of breath escaping her body. Sadness dulled her violet eyes as she swung her head around, back to the barn. And suddenly, she was there again. The little boy, eager to help her stand on new, wobbly legs, stroking her neck, rubbing her ears. A small nicker was emitted from her muzzle, her eyes shining as they looked up at her new friend. But she also remembered her dam, the way it felt to nuzzle into her shoulder, to feel the warmth of her body, to sleep knowing she would wake up happy and contented. Her boy visited every day, at nearly every chance he got. She soon learned that his name was Elijah, and he kept calling her Elizabeth. She liked the way the name sounded, how it was so similar to her friend’s. She kept testing the word on her lips, murmuring her name in the pastures, in her stall, any time she could. She loved the way it rolled off her tongue, slipped through her teeth, parted her lips.
But her name was not the only thing she liked. She liked her friend, Elijah, the meadows she grazed in, her warm stall, her dam. The sun warmed her body, and she liked flicking the flies that settled on her pelt. But most of all, she enjoyed being around Elijah. They would play for hours on end in the pasture, only stopping when Elijah was called away to work, or to eat. He brought her treats, lovely, sweet cubes of sugar, candies he called peppermints, and little slices of apples. They grew up together, formed a strong bond that they both thought would never be broken.Until suddenly there was a frost, the crops died, the cattle suffered. The farm was sent into debt. They needed money, badly. And soon. Elizabeth was still young, they said. She would be okay at a new home, they said. Elijah wouldn’t have it. wip
The Crying Couple;; wip her mate will be Elijah

[Ilysfm]

Username:: .:Run Wild:. (AKA ArizonaNightWolves, AKA Raven&HaloUnited)
Name:: HeartBroken// Willow
Gender:: Mare
Halter Color:: Pre-made double bridle

Personality:: Willow is a sad mare. She is often hiding in the very back of the farm she lives on, crying sadly behind a Cherry blossom tree. When she's happy, its when she's alone in the stalls and quietly hitting her hooves. At night she escapes quietly from the stalls to cry behind the cherry blossom tree more.

Why is this tolter crying?::

Willow neighed to her young foals to hurry up, it was nearly feeding time on the farm. She gently nudges them along, waiting for the farmer to fill her bucket with feed. What she didn't realize is that her foals had went to the cherry blossom tree. As she finished eating, she wondered where they are. She looked around, crying for them to come back. A few days had passed, with no sight of her foals anywhere. Suddenly willow remembered about the cherry blossom in the very back of the farm. She galloped quickly to the back of the farm, only to find her foals dead. She sobbed and neighed, and other horses began galloping quickly to her location, only beginning to grieve with her.

Since then Willow has come to that cherry blossom tree, crying silently for her foals.

[Khans]

Because of yet again, either copying, not finished, or boring stories, I will be keeping the tolter, who is a male now.

wright a story about his last dressage competition and or draw him competing in dressage to win a slot (one slot per person). both must show effort. Post here.

[OutdatedBoombox]

Khaos What y omg

thank you

[OutdatedBoombox]

Just popping this here for later

A roughened hand patted the stallion's nose before gently straightening out his forelock over the browband of his double bridle. Gale blinked his purple eyes at the human man that stood before him, the man who was riding him in the competition. He watched as a smooth white glove covered the hand and then felt it take hold of the bit piece to lead him forwards to a mounting block. The foot went into the stirrup as his mouth was released, he sank forwards onto the bit, working his mouth when the familiar weight settled into his back. The gentle pressure of the metal on his mouth increased slightly on the left side and he veered elegantly away from the mounting block with a leg cue.

The stallion was walked up to the arena and entered at 'A', staying in the perfectly straight line he was trained to do. At 'X' he stopped and arched his neck up and put his head down to his chest while his rider saluted the judges. After that, he went on with the course, 20m circles, piaffes, serpentines, everything was going well. He was given his head and reached out into a canter at a gentle cue from his rider. The pair moved smoothly around the arena, Gale's coat glistening in the sunshine. The rider soon asked for a flying lead change, and just as Gale was about to oblige, a small, brown, furry thing ran directly in front of him.

Gale reared up with a loud screech, his rider falling off onto the soft dust of the arena. The stallion tore down the arena and jumped the tiny 'fence' that enclosed it in a fit of terror. He galloped towards the road, squealing, until he hit an unactivated electric fence. His weight caused the wires to snap, and his momentum three him into a tumble, straight into a ditch.

When Gale woke, he was in a trailer. He heard his humans speaking outside with a voice he recognized as the vet's. He couldn't understand what they were saying, so he got to his hooves, ears twitching as a pain radiated from the middle of his spine. The vet and owner came in. His owner wrapped his arms about the stallion's neck and gave him a loving pat.

"Sorry big guy, we've gotta sell you." The man said quietly. Since they were such a highly competitive stable, they couldn't keep a 'useless' horse around, and since they weren't a stud farm, they couldn't keep him for breeding either. So off Gale went, his bridle going with him as a gift to each new owner and a reminder of his championship past.