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please let this kid come home w/ me i'm in love rip

username; MiloThePitBull
name; Atlantic Clockwork // Tic
gender; stallion
eye colour; don't feel blue
genotype; Ee/aa/Dd/nSpl/nO
sire/dam; funnelweb
sire/dam; yuuri
breeding notes;
-rolled positive for beard
-has 15% chance to pass
-rolled positive for mane/tail edits
-has 20% chance to pass
-blue shoes pass @ artist's choice

[heyheygirl101]

Username; heyheygirl101
Name; Father of Nysa // Silenus
Gender; Stallion
Halter Colour; grape vines on it.
Story;
Silenus was born on the island of Crete in Greece and grew up next to a beautiful winery there, for the majority of his youth he was kept on the side of the property that overlooked the crystal clear oceans, and like most he took the view for granted never really appreciating it's natural beauty. But, with time all things change and Silenus was no exception, the months passed and soon he started to get too rowdy for the other foals and yearlings. He was becoming a stallion and like all stallions he couldn't be kept that close to the little ones so he was moved to the stallions pasture, which happened to be next to the winery's vineyard.
After having stared at the blue sea for months on end the never ending sea of green vines with the spots of purple and white here or there, was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
The rows of grapes had a small about them that was almost intoxicating to Silenus, it was something that the salted ocean only wished it could compete with. In the late summer and beginnings of fall an even more tantalising smell graced the winds, it was the smell of wine being made a smell that had graced these pastures going on 3000 years, it was rooted in the hearts of this herd and this young stallion was no exception. He was lucky enough to be taken for a ride one September afternoon, during an afternoon break. The winery's owner, had many grandchildren and one of his younger granddaughters had chosen Silenus as her steed for the afternoon.
He waited impatiently as they saddled and bridled him, his heart yearning for the opportunity to gallop among the grape vines, to possibly sneak a taste of the little green and purple pearls that called to his soul. His daydreaming was cut short though, as his rider's weight settled on his back and the realization dawned; it was no longer the daydream of a young stallion it was the reality of a broken steed. He could barely contain himself as his rider's legs squeezed at his sides, urging his movement forward, though her ask was only for a light trot Silenus broke out into a full blown canter, shooting through the open gates like an arrow heading for it's mark. He barely felt his rider's pull against his bit as she attempted to stay a top his back, her laughs however told him she was enjoying herself. As the distance closed between them and the vines Silenus began to slow much to the disappointment of his rider, his canter becoming a deliberate trot as he reached the closest row, the threshold loomed before him as he came to a sudden halt. His rider nearly tooling over his head and onto the ground, she tried to push him forward, but a realization dawned upon Silenus then, this would be the moment of his dreams. The minute he set his good down he would be in a place he had only admired from a far a place that he had built up so much in his mind that he feared it would not live up to it in this moment.
Silenus took a moment then to turn back and look at the sea, a sea he had seen everyday of his life up until the a few months ago, a sea that had been a constant and lost it's beauty and wonder to him, and as he looked back at the rows of vines with their growing bounty, he knew this would never lose it's beauty or it's mystery, and in that moment as his hoof broke the threshold between winery and stables his heart soared, with a feeling that only comes from being in a place of such history and beauty, a feeling that you never stop feeling.

Silenus often dreams of those vineyards as he stares up at the mountain sides that surround Ironwood. The memories of his first ride among the grapes and his first taste of a 3000 year old stock it is a memory that keeps the flame of his soul alive, keeps him warm when the weather turns cold. It's a memory that gives him hope that one day before his last he will return to his home island and ride among the winery's rows once again.

[mongrel]

username; Imaginary
name; ESE A Goddess on Earth // Diantha (greek - meaning "divine flower")
gender; mare
halter color; matching the eyes?
story;

[buckskin.]

Username; MiloThePitBull
Name; Atlantic Clockwork // Tic
Gender; stallion
Halter Colour; blue w/ yellow compass
Story;
Tic doesn't speak, well he doesn't speak anymore and as a result, little is known about the grullo stud. It is rumoured that the most important, character building time in Tic's life happened rather early. Tic was a winter foal. Born late to a prize mare, he, despite his innocence was considered unlucky by his people. This perspective was formed by some ancient superstition about horses born in the cold of winter. These equines were said to carry a devil in them. A cold heart and soul was said to be obtained by those born to a not-so-enchanted winter prison, and like those before him when he reached the age of a yearling, was banished to the harsh Alskan landscape to disappear from the world. Out of sight, out of mind. Tic, being too young to comprehend what had happened and where his dam was, whinnied and cried in an attempt to call to the only thing he had ever truly known. These attempts were useless. The struggle wasn't that of what he had first imagined and found himself living off instinct in this strange land, a land he would soon come to call home, a land he would soon understand.

Tic wasn't made by the tragic events that scarred his early life but had rather those events had started to form an understanding of struggle and self-preservation, something he would have to strive to overcome many times in his life, if he wanted to survive anyway. It was his second autumn living amongst the unexplored terrain when the coloured horse had started to give up. He missed his home dearly and longed to go back. This dread was worsened by the fact that the day held a darkness to it, the sky almost as if the sun had never rose that morning as nor light nor heat entered his little part of the world. There was a presence. Something else was out there, something that was strangely comforting in a way he couldn't comprehend. It felt familiar, it smelt like home. As the stud lifted his head to view the sky once again, a small ribbon of colourful light drifted into focus and was quickly followed by more spectacular hues. "When the ribbons light the sky, I will be with you" his mothers voice seemed to ring through the landscape, bouncing off rocks and trees to find their way to him, to comfort him. As if he had just broken out of some kind of trance, Tic stumbled to find his footing at he leapt into a gallop. His legs seemed to have a mind of their own as he raced against the vibrant ribbon of light, oh how he called to his mother. Oh how he wished she would call back to him just one last time, for he knew she would be gone forever.

As the Aurora Borealis faded into the sky, the young stallion found himself slowing as a wave of sorrow passed over him once again. It was was if he had been ripped away from his mothers side once again. Coming to a halt, Tic watched in a mixture of awe and sadness as the last lights faded away. He tightly closed his eyes in attempt to bring back the feeling of his mothers presence. After what felt like an eternity, Tic slowly opened his eyes. A white apparition stood before him, by the soft eyes and the warm aura, he knew who it was and stepped into her warm light "Mum?" he spoke in an almost whisper as he chocked on his words. He knew he didn't need to ask. As he closed his eyes once more to calm his racing heart, he felt a sense of calm hope over take him and he knew that when he opened his eyes again, the spirit would be gone. But this time it didn't hurt. This time, Tic embraced the world around him for he knew that at heart, he was never going to be alone.

[ghost queen.]

Username; ghost queen.
Name; a light of mine // phaenna
Gender; mare
Halter Colour; something pale!
Story; wip!

[ｃｒｕｍｐｌｅｄ ｗｉｎｇｓ]

I want to be able to judge all three of my kids at the same time & some people still need to finish up their forms, so i'll be extending them all by 2 weeks.

new end date is the 16th of June!

[ｃｒｕｍｐｌｅｄ ｗｉｎｇｓ]

who do you think you are? you gave you permission to make me cry huh?! congrats!

Username; MiloThePitBull
Name; Atlantic Clockwork // Tic
Gender; stallion
Halter Colour; blue w/ yellow compass
Story;
Tic doesn't speak, well he doesn't speak anymore and as a result, little is known about the grullo stud. It is rumoured that the most important, character building time in Tic's life happened rather early. Tic was a winter foal. Born late to a prize mare, he, despite his innocence was considered unlucky by his people. This perspective was formed by some ancient superstition about horses born in the cold of winter. These equines were said to carry a devil in them. A cold heart and soul was said to be obtained by those born to a not-so-enchanted winter prison, and like those before him when he reached the age of a yearling, was banished to the harsh Alskan landscape to disappear from the world. Out of sight, out of mind. Tic, being too young to comprehend what had happened and where his dam was, whinnied and cried in an attempt to call to the only thing he had ever truly known. These attempts were useless. The struggle wasn't that of what he had first imagined and found himself living off instinct in this strange land, a land he would soon come to call home, a land he would soon understand.

Tic wasn't made by the tragic events that scarred his early life but had rather those events had started to form an understanding of struggle and self-preservation, something he would have to strive to overcome many times in his life, if he wanted to survive anyway. It was his second autumn living amongst the unexplored terrain when the coloured horse had started to give up. He missed his home dearly and longed to go back. This dread was worsened by the fact that the day held a darkness to it, the sky almost as if the sun had never rose that morning as nor light nor heat entered his little part of the world. There was a presence. Something else was out there, something that was strangely comforting in a way he couldn't comprehend. It felt familiar, it smelt like home. As the stud lifted his head to view the sky once again, a small ribbon of colourful light drifted into focus and was quickly followed by more spectacular hues. "When the ribbons light the sky, I will be with you" his mothers voice seemed to ring through the landscape, bouncing off rocks and trees to find their way to him, to comfort him. As if he had just broken out of some kind of trance, Tic stumbled to find his footing at he leapt into a gallop. His legs seemed to have a mind of their own as he raced against the vibrant ribbon of light, oh how he called to his mother. Oh how he wished she would call back to him just one last time, for he knew she would be gone forever.

As the Aurora Borealis faded into the sky, the young stallion found himself slowing as a wave of sorrow passed over him once again. It was was if he had been ripped away from his mothers side once again. Coming to a halt, Tic watched in a mixture of awe and sadness as the last lights faded away. He tightly closed his eyes in attempt to bring back the feeling of his mothers presence. After what felt like an eternity, Tic slowly opened his eyes. A white apparition stood before him, by the soft eyes and the warm aura, he knew who it was and stepped into her warm light "Mum?" he spoke in an almost whisper as he chocked on his words. He knew he didn't need to ask. As he closed his eyes once more to calm his racing heart, he felt a sense of calm hope over take him and he knew that when he opened his eyes again, the spirit would be gone. But this time it didn't hurt. This time, Tic embraced the world around him for he knew that at heart, he was never going to be alone.

[heyheygirl101]

dang was really hoping I would win this boy on my birthday... next time I guess

Congrats Milo!

[buckskin.]

omg thankyou so much for this beautiful boy!