[sprig]

Collab between Fall and me <333
For this one, I did edits, and he did base and markings.


Username: MeddFinn
Name: Estelle
Gender: Mare
Coat Color: Liver Chestnut Brindle Pangare Semi-Leopard Appaloosa
Eye Color: Blue/Purple Hetrochromia
Dam:
Sire:
Breeding notes: Brindle, edits, and eyes cannot pass.

To win this one, tell me what job he/she would have, (farm horse, circus, show, pleasure riding, ect. Be creative) and also give me a 500 word (max.) story of a day in their job. Will end on March 13th.
Prettying is fine, please do not add extras.



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[sprig]

feel free to post <3

[ghost queen.]

sorry vin but i'm dropping this </3 i haven't had the time to write and it looks like a lot of others want this bab more than i do uvu

[chaton,]

// i did finish after the time - if mine isn't judged that's okay! ive been without a keyboard for a long time >.< good luck everyone <3 //
Username: Lyrebird
Name: Pretty If You Please / "Pixie"
Gender: Mare
Job: Actor/Model - This mare belongs in front of a camera.
Story: 472 words 2,659 characters

"Pix!" The mare's head jerked up, ears flicking to find the source of her name. Ah! There, behind the camera. A human with hair nearly as wild as the mare's own was beckoning her over. Snorting, the horse wandered over and ducked her head into the fingers absent-mindedly stroking through her already tangled mane.

It was the morning of a fall shoot, fog slinking around those gathered and just generally making the photoshoot a pain. Makeup smudged and colors were softened and the cold irritated any who weren't still numb with sleep. Pixie, however, couldn't be happier.

The mare was born to be in front of a camera - and her photographers knew it. The best of them could capture that fire, that spark in her eyes, the determination once the lights and reflectors and soft boxes were unfolded around her. Even when the photography turned to cinematography, she had a purpose behind her grace. Whether she was in full, clanking armor or draped with ribbons with a bride settled behind her shoulders, she played her part with an almost human understanding of it.

Her favorite days were the bridal shoots, and today was no different. The smiling bride with wild brown curls and deep blue eyes had spent a good part of the morning scritching her nose or sneaking her treats and by the time everything was set up - the woman now dressed in the most gorgeous silvery white dress, lace swirling dantily away from her waist and a string of diamonds curving around her throat - the two were the best of friends. Pix lipped at the bride's hair, causing one of the curls to twist away from the up-do it'd been imprisoned in and fall against her cheek. There was a frustrated huff from the hair dresser, but the photographer refused to let them fix it.

Several pictures were taken; easily over a hundred, though most wouldn't be used. Kisses on her velvety nose - click -, a crown of deep blue and purple flowers - click -, Pix trying to nibble said flowers when she thought no one was looking - click -. They were at it till sundown, until the photographer had filled two memory cards of pictures, and once the last of the light vanished, they all reluctantly parted ways.

Pix saw the bride many times after, as the woman kept her promise to come visit her home and request her presence for more photoshoots, and, eventually, the horse was even introduced to the husband and, most recently, a tiny cooing lump of blankets that confused her to no end until they pulled back the cloth to reveal a human foal. A little girl with her mama's curls, one that grew up beside horses and modeling and spent many, many days in the saddle and in front of the camera with Pixie.

[tooru]

ohhhh <3 res x100000

Username: tooru
Name: Arauca
[arauca means swift]
Gender: Mare
Job: Coleo
[info can be found here]
Story:

[jumu]

Username: Lioth
Name: I've Seen Darker Days // Wisteria
Gender: Mare
Job: Pleasure riding horse for children
Story: It was a Tuesday. That meant that the air was crisp and sweet. It also meant that my favorite little girl, Louise, was coming in today. Being a pleasure horse for children was great. No matter how bratty they were to their parents they were always quite nice to me. They adored my spunky hair and strange looking coat. Unlike the older riders, the children were very sweet and gentle to me. I tried not to go too fast or they would fall and that is never good. But, above all of the children, Louise was my favorite.
"Wisteria," Louise shouted. I lifted my head up and turned towards the brave seven year old. "I missed you!" The little girl threw her arms around me and hugged me. I nudged her head, coercing her into letting go. I loved the girl, but it was a bit dangerous to do that. Who knows when my foot would slide over and hit her?
After an hour of the people going over procedures and limits, they finally saddled all of the horses up. Admittedly it was a bit uncomfortable but I was alright with it. The kids always made sure to be as gentle as possible whilst on a trail anyways.
The route we took today was rather smooth. It led us up around the side of the valley and then back down to the stables in a half-circle motion. One could only hear the thick clunks of hooves on the ground, and one could only smell the scent of wet oak trees. It was beautiful and I was always grateful that I lived in such a beautiful place.
The rain in the air only made the smell more intoxicating. The little girl on my back had rested her hand on my withers. I imagine she could feel my muscles working in there. I wasn't sure how she was feeling. I was trying to make sure that she didn't fall and I didn't take a sudden drop off of the side of the cliff.
Around the other riders and me was a side of a mountain and a cliff. The cliff overlooked a vast stretch of forest. The fog was very heavy that morning, therefore you could only see so far. It gave the entire place a very entrancing look, like a mystical wooded area from a fantasy film. The grey-blue of the sky intensified the fog and gave everything a bit of a surreal glow. It was... beautiful.
As the day wore on we finally went back to the stable. With the sun high in the sky it was getting hot, and the riders were about as exhausted as the horses were. Lazily the riders removed the tack and took us to a shady grove near the barn. For the rest of the day I watched over little Louise, "chasing" her and playing with her. I enjoyed lazy afternoons like this. It gave me an opportunity to really enjoy the kids' company.

[Zira.]

O.O marking

[rook.]

Username: cairo.
Name: Fairy of the Night // Rhiannon
Gender: mare
Job: dressage competitor



Story:
The first rays of light filtered into the barn, illuminating swirls of dust disturbed by the draft. The snow outside had put a bite in the air and a hush over the stables, broken only by the occasional huffed breath or stamped hoof. It was as if the entire barn was holding it's breath, waiting for the day to start. Just then the crunch of gravel echoed through the building, heralding the arrival of a rider and breaking the trance. Boots padded softly through the snow, followed by the creak of the door sliding open. Lights flickered on to the low, consistent hum of electricity.

Footsteps made their way to the third stall on the left, accompanied by the jangle of a halter. The footsteps halted and a screech sounded as rusty metal scraped against metal, protesting the disturbance. A soothing voice rose above the grating noise as a chilled hand settled on the stall's owner, Rhia. The mare startled before relaxing into the contact. Her ears twitched, swiveling to pick up the riders' quiet breaths as the halter was slipped on. A moment later she felt a tug from the material, leading her forward. Picking her hooves up, Rhia stepped out of her stall, paying attention to the instructions her rider gave. A click as one, then the other crosstie was secured, holding her in place. The touch of a brush had Rhia startling again but the rhythmic strokes hardly paused. Next a hand slid down one foreleg and she lifted it obediently. She could hear the gravel outside announcing more visitors. Fabric settled over her back, followed by the familiar weight of a saddle. A tinkling noise rose as the girth was attached and tightened on the other side. Several sets of footsteps and overlapping voices drew near as Rhia's rider replaced the halter with a bridle. By the time the riders reached the barn doors, she was being led out. It would take them a while to reach the arena and walk the ring. Low, patient words whispered as they moved together, preparing as always when competing in a new place.

Noise levels increased as time passed and soon enough the arena was bustling with activity and sounds and smells. Rhia and her rider retreated to the holding area and settled in to wait. After what felt like an eternity and no time at all the loud speaker announced Fairy of the Night and her rider swung up to the saddle. A light tap guided her forward into the ring. A pause and they started. A subtle squeeze moved Rhia into a trot, guided by gentle pulls on the reins. A canter now and flying changes as the noise faded until Rhia could once more hear her rider's breath. Each cue leading her around the ring and putting her through her paces, just like in practice. The blind mare's confidence grew with each step till she felt like she was flying over the sand. Free at last.
500 words

[gremlin]

REs

[Tazaria]

Username:
.Taz.
Name:
Echo in the Ballroom//Echo
Gender:
mare
Job:
wip
Story:
wip

MAJOR RESS!