[Chronometer]

I'd like to keep this one, but I think you guys deserve him/her more <33

This will be an impress me competition! Do whatever you want!
Please use this base form, and feel free to add all sorts of other information:

Username: Vinson
Show Name: Dance of The Flowers
Name: Posy
Gender: mare
Colour: Classic Cream Champagne Dun Tobiano (EE/aa/nCr/ChCh/DD/TT)
Age: 6 years
Height: 12.3 hh

[mochahearts]

Username:Th Dark Scourge
Show Name (optional):Runningwind
Name:Runner
Gender:Make
Colour: Classic Cream Champagne Dun Tobiano (EE/aa/nCr/ChCh/DD/TT)
Age: (human 3 years) adult
Height: 6, 4

[defiance.]

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[Vinson]

username ;;
Vinson
show name ;;
Dance of The Flowers
name ;;
Posy
gender ;;
mare
colour ;;
classic cream champagne dun tobiano
(EE/aa/nCr/ChCh/DD/TT)
age ;;
6 years
height ;;
12.3 hh
likes ;;
cats, summer weather, cloud watching, serenity, foals, caramel candies, slow music, cozy blankets, sunsets, butterflies.
dislikes ;;
long itchy grass, peppermints, loudness, being cooped up inside, barking dogs, machinery, blizzards, anything sticky, sudden flashes of light, crowds.
a short persona ;;
Posy's one of the sweetest, most understanding tolters you will ever meet. She's extremely peaceful and easy to strike up a conversation with, always ready to listen, to laugh, to understand. The dainty little mare is friends with many, but not a small talk type of friend. The kind of friend that is there for you, the kind that will talk with you for hours on end, and make you feel enlightened. Even some of the rudest, snappiest tolters quiet in her wake, question their actions and words for a minute or two, and then maybe try to make friends with her. The little mare seems to bring out the best in everybody, dim down mistakes and temperament, and simply be.
a story ;;
Mama, she thought as she walked along the pasture's perimeter. She relished in the warm afternoon breeze, a rare occurrence at these stables. Mama was a good horse. She was loving, and kind, and always seemed to be there for her. Every time she was scared, mama was there to comfort her. Every time she needed to talk to someone, mama would listen carefully. She nickered quietly, closing her eyes, remembering life before here. She had been born late into the spring, almost summer, and it was very warm before here. She liked the weather there, but the leaves were always unchanging, and it hardly ever rained. She liked the rain, the way it pattered down onto everything. It was peaceful when it rained there, she nodded. But there were hardly ever any clouds to watch, she noted, and dragged her hoof along the pasture grass. She liked the clouds here, they were always moving. But in before, it was always so peaceful. It was just mama and her, a few cats, and a family of people. She didn't like the humans there much, except for one of them. The girl they called Arabelle, who she called, simply, sweet. She was very sweet, loving, gentle. That was why she allowed sweet to ride her. She remembered how the girl had felt natural on her back, not just a lump of a human. It was almost as if they fit together perfectly, two pieces of a puzzle perfectly combined. But then she remembered how sweet had come into the stables crying one day, tacked both mama and her, and rode away from the farm on mama, she in tow. It was a long journey, not a pleasant one. It was autumn when they left before, and winter when they reached here. It was snowing very hard when they reached the little niche in the trees, a snow covered road. She remembered how freezing her legs were, how she could see her breath mist out of her nostrils in almost little crystals. Mama was too old for this type of travel. She remembered how mama had nickered to her, pain lacing her voice as she tried to keep going. "No matter what happens, you'll be safe. I know it," she had said. They barely made it to the little house before mama slid onto her knees, tossed her head high, and screamed. She remembered the flood of people coming out of that house, how they tried to save mama. But mama was already gone. She sighed as she opened her eyes, looking to the mountain peaks. Mama was gone, yes. But she was always here, in Posy's thrumming heart. And she was right, in her final statement, that Posy would be safe. Safe, and with a good family.

[Captain Chomp]

Username:
Champion.
Show Name (optional):
A Hymn For The Lost
Name:
Roseland
Gender:
Stallion
Colour:
Classic Cream Champagne Dun Tobiano (EE/aa/nCr/ChCh/DD/TT)
Age:
4 years
Height:
12.6

Res with assassins creed type form, art, story that crap

[barakat.]

Username: barakat.
Show Name (optional):
Name:
Gender:
Colour: Classic Cream Champagne Dun Tobiano (EE/aa/nCr/ChCh/DD/TT)
Age:
Height:

[Programmer]

Username: Type 40
Show Name (optional): Hours Chasing Time
Name: Time
Gender: Mare
Colour: Classic Cream Champagne Dun Tobiano (EE/aa/nCr/ChCh/DD/TT)
Age: 7.5 years
Height: 15.1 hands

--ART COMING-- It's too late for me to draw right now.

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~Show Name~
Falling Like FootPrints
~Call Name~
"Fall"
~Gender~
Mare
~Colour~
Classic Cream Champagne Dun Tobiano (EE/aa/nCr/ChCh/DD/TT)
~Age~
About 4-5 years
~Height~
14.hh



~History & Personality~
Fall was always a beautiful mare, from the time she was a small filly, fresh to the new world. her beautiful eyes shown of beauty and peace. her creamy champagne colour, reflected the suns rays which motioned to her joys and hopes as she frolicked through the fields.
but she had a dark side.
underneath Falls fun & joyous exterior Fall was hiding the grief of her fathers recent death. as he was mangled by wolves in front of her. she couldn't help but remember her fathers dying breathes that burned into the very depths of her mind. "The Spirits have chosen their time for me Fall, now go. it isn't your time..." and his gaze as it blurred into a cloudy blankness Fall ran, feeling the hot breath of the dogs on her hooves as she sped through the trees.
soon the wolves tired and left her to die. she didn't know where her family was or where there were any horses. she hid from the animals before hearing the cries of her mother early one morning, but she didn't come out. she wanted to grieve her father for awhile alone.
she knew her mother loved her father that he was never loving enough for her.
but he was everything for Fall.

[kalon]

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[~:Saddles&Bridles:~]

Res, might do a bonfire night themed form