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Spottedleaf. wrote:Sandy Hoofprints wrote:Eep that's my bday! Good luck everyone, I can't to see this pair get adopted!
Hey that's my birthday as well, we get to share a birthday!! c:
| Taz | University Student | He/Him | Bisexual |
| Thor to my Loki |
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| Taz | University Student | He/Him | Bisexual |
| Thor to my Loki |
| My deviantart |
| My Tolters |
| -- |
Animation by saintswine on DA


Vinson wrote:You've seemed to replace
your brain with your heart
You take things so hard
and then you fall apart
You try to explain
but before you can start
Those cry baby tears
come out of the dark
Someone's turning the handle
To that faucet in your eyes
They're pouring out
Where everyone can see them
Your heart's too big for your body
It's where your feelings hide
They're pouring out
Where everyone can see
Username: Vinson
Name: My Favorite Place, The Warm Embrace // Benoni
Gender: colt
His reaction to being separated from his sister: A choked cry made its way from his mouth, his legs shook violently as he frantically looked around for his sister. Where? he wanted to cry, his throat tightening as he backed into the corner of this new and unfamiliar stall, nearly tripping over his blue blanket. The shaky spasms travelled from his legs to his body, and his chest quivered and then heaved as he hyperventilated and let out another cry, this one shrill with fear - his eyes opened wide, and he kicked out at the wall when his hindquarters touched it lightly. Slinking down, trying to make himself small, he felt a presence over him. He looked up and cried out once more, scrambling to the opposite corner and diving, head first, into the bedding.
It was another horse. A strange one. A light one, with big green eyes and hay hanging out of its mouth. He mewled, quivering once more, and slipped into a sitting position, still staring at this new horse.
"Sissy!" he managed to get out, nearly choking on his words as his chest shook, his legs practically vibrating. His vision blurred as he let out a choked sob, throat tightening once more, lump forming in it as his lower lip quivered.
It was dark out. Maybe this is all a dream, he thought, trying to still his body. If I close my eyes...
When he woke in the morning, it was to the unfamiliar sound of the native birds in the forests. Slowly he opened his eyes, but he saw no sissy. He turned, faced the corner, and bumped his head on the wall, letting out a pitiful little mewl of sorrow. She was gone. He would never see her again.
Expand on his personality: 1162 words
Benoni...is, ahh, a, piece of work? He leaves a lot to be desired, this little colt, and he has more than a few vices. Virtues? Ha...none.
He's pathetic, he is, the cute little thing, looking up at you with those sorrowful eyes, scraping the ground with a hoof, and he's mastered the art of mewling in a pitiful manner. He'll beg for anything and everything, groveling at your feet, making tiny little sounds, touching and feeling and groaning and being the most pathetic little thing there is. It's horrible, really, the way he'll throw himself to the ground and mewl and quiver that bottom lip for the tiniest things - he'll want to be let out of the pasture and the pathetic thing will drop to the ground and beg. While a bit over dramatic, it's understandable. However, he'll want you to pet him and he'll do the same exact thing, begging like his life depends on it. This behavior is also very pitiful, with the way you can see the sadness in his eyes when you exasperatedly move away, and he'll make a tiny little noise in his throat and you'll walk back with a scowl on your face, but then feel horrible for him as he grovels at your feet, pressing his head into the ground and nickering, almost like he's yearning for forgiveness. But then you'll realize all he wants is a bite of your sandwich and just feel scandalized.
Adding on to his pitiful pathetic nature, he's the whiniest thing you'll ever know. Extremely vocal, he is, nickering to himself in the pasture, mewling when he wants anything, making shrill noises when any tolter touches him. We don't know what exactly these noises mean, but he's always making noises. Always. He makes noise in his sleep. He makes noise when he's awake. He makes noise everywhere. Anywhere. For any reason. You'll never know how nice quiet, serene silence is until you're forced to be with Benoni for a while, and then you will treasure the wonderful sound of nothing. Benoni, however, seems to hate silence, and there is always some form of a nicker or a pathetic sound or some high pitched scream of feigned terror the little thing is making. Sound is his best friend, maybe his only friend, and it is constantly around him. Is he talking to himself? His sister? Someone else? Or just making noises to annoy everyone and everything around him? We'll never know.
Along with being a whiny brat, Benoni is an annoying whiny brat. He'll annoy even the most annoying tolters, following them around like a lost, beaten puppy, whining to them when he's hungry and thirsty and nuhhhh, everything hurts! They'll try to drive him away, but he'll grovel and whimper and sprawl in the dirt, and they'll scowl at him - but then his lip will quiver and you can see his eyes begin to widen, and they'll turn away, for no one can resist Benoni's famed puppy dog eyes. Not even Oasis. And he's an annoying, soulless prick himself, so that's saying something. And because no one can resist his puppy dog eyes, he can manage to get pretty much anything he wants, when he wants. New bedding? But Benoni, you just got some and no! Not the eyes! Fine, fine...and a banana, while I'm at it, too. Sure. Just stop. Stop, please, you little brat.
Clingy. Ohhhhhhhh boy, is Benoni clingy. We think this was because he was the youngest of two foals, his sister being older and more mature. When they were abandoned, he most likely clung on to her for dear life, whining and being a pathetic lump. And then, when he was separated from her, he had no one to cling on. So now he clings onto everything. He won't let you throw away anything he's managed to break that he thinks was his, including but not limited to plastic water buckets, ropes, the pasture fence, more than a few brushes, a handful of soda pop cans, and, most famously, his last halter. It sits in a mangled heap on a shelf in his stall, made out of part of the pasture fence he gnawed on for days. No one really knows how he managed to destroy the small leather halter so violently, but he did. On his first day here. And he will hold onto it forever and ever and ever. But he isn't clingy just to objects - to people and tolters as well. Whenever children come and see him, they'll follow them around until they leave and then mope until he finds someone else to cling to. Every one of his handlers has left after a short while because they can't stand the way he follows them around and whines and throws himself to the ground in a pathetic, mewling heap of a Benoni.
But not only is Benoni all of this, he's a bit anxious as well - in the nervous sense. He can't stand to be left alone, and must have another living being in his sight at all times or he'll throw a hissy fit. He doesn't seem to have many friends because of his other traits, but he still follows anyone around, whether from fear or childishness or some other, deeper, reason is unknown. But Benoni will be Benoni, and this little colt probably has some small form of separation anxiety. He's afraid of being alone, he clings to everything, and whenever anyone in his life leaves, he's reduced to a pitiful little puddle of sorrow.
Cry baby. He's called that often by his handlers as they pick him up with a huff and carry him away as he slumps in their arms. He'll mope whenever he's put in his stall, because he can hardly see over the walls to see anyone, and he'll cry out often in his sleep, twisting and turning. And then when he wakes up, some mornings, his legs will be like jello and he'll wobble around like a newborn foal, falling and slipping and tripping over his hooves. And then he'll shriek, and whimper, and moan, and mewl, until someone finds him and sighs and picks him up and rubs his legs. And whenever he's scared, he'll scramble to the nearest corner, trembling and shaking, chest heaving as he cries out for someone, something, to save him. And his feelings are easily hurt - insult him and he'll cry for someone to come get him and carry him away as he flops like a limp noodle in their arms.
Overall, the evaluation of Benoni is quite like him - pathetic. He's not much, but he's something, and he deserves a chance in life like anyone else. He might whine and cling and cry and annoy and grovel at anyone's feet for anything, but he's Benoni, for goodness sake, and those puppy dog eyes will win anyone over. Whether they want to like him or not.
Halter Color: the color of the blanketYou're all on your own
and you lost all your friends
You told yourself
that it's not you, it's them
Your're one of a kind
and no one understands
But those cry baby tears
keep coming back again
Someone's turning the handle
To that faucet in your eyes
They're pouring out
Where everyone can see them
Your heart's too big for your body
It's where your feelings hide
They're pouring out
Where everyone can see


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