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Username: miraphoenix
Show Name: Frozen Pines

Barn Name: Aspen
Gender: Stallion
Phenotype: moose tracks (coat underneath is mealy flaxen black chestnut)
Eye Color: douglas fir

Mane Type: none (custom)
Tail Type: docked

Breeding Note: moose tracks coat may not pass, antlers and beard pass at artist's discretion

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Show Name:
Barn Name:
Gender: Stallion
Halter Type + Color, and Hardware Color:
Prompt:

Wow, this is such an awesome edit! :00

[Lex.]

dropping out, life stuff <3

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[miraphoenix]

Username: miraphoenix
Show Name: Frozen Pines
Barn Name: Aspen
Gender: Stallion
Halter Type + Color, and Hardware Color: Wide noseband in eye color, brass hardware
Prompt: [492 words]

Enveloped in a thick blanket of snow, the woods seemed unreal, a scene from a fairy tale. Hoarfrost clung to the branches in a crystalline embrace, and the boughs of the evergreen fir trees bent low under the snow’s weight. A small cardinal fluttered out from his hiding place to perch in the dormant branches of a young beech sapling, and fluffed his feathers, tiny exhalations forming curled clouds.

But a noise! The bird startled back into the safety of a nearby maple to watch.

He didn’t have to wait long.
Through the snowy forest came the distinct sound of trudging footsteps, and behind that, the crunch of runners gliding through the frosted snow. Curious, the bird watched until the source of the sound came into sight.

The snow was deep, but Aspen was making fine progress as he pulled the laden sledge through the winter-locked forest. Despite the cold, and the heaviness of the burden, his steps were jaunty and high, snow sparkling as it flew into the air at his passing.
For the time of year and the weather, one might have expected a sleigh, but there were no bells and finely-engraved leather tack here. For most of the year, this was a working sledge, meant for hauling maple syrup in the early spring, prize-winning vegetables in the hot summer, and bountiful harvests in the fall. As beautiful and elegant as a sleigh could be, with chased brasswork and well-carved scrolling, it could only ever perform in one arena, while the sledge, like the enthusiastic animal pulling it, was versatile, and limited only by the determination applied.

A soft “whoa” from the driver and Aspen slowed, sending a froth of snow into the air as he paced ahead of the still-gliding sled with the ease of practice. Catching the scent of woodsmoke in the air, he snorted once, tossing his head to shake loose snow from his antlers.
Two clicks of a tongue and he walked slowly on, each footstep deliberate to avoid entanglement in the snow-hidden underbrush.

Before long, a faint light became visible through the trees, shining out like a star as night fell around both horse and driver. Woodland became clearing, and Aspen came to a halt outside the door, pawing at the lighter snow and shaking loose the fine crystals from his dense coat. His driver chuckled, dropping from the sledge and patting the draft’s flank with a fondness and a few treats for good measure.

“A few more deliveries and we’ll be home, boy,” the driver promised, drawing back the oilcloth to withdraw well-insulated boxes, and still more wrapped with fine ribbons and paper.
Aspen watched as these packages were gathered and brought to the door to grateful welcome and praise; hot food and warm cheer were a lifeline in these darkest days of winter. Gifts delivered, horse and driver turned back into the winter woodland to bring warmth and cheer to those in need.

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[miraphoenix]

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Username: miraphoenix
Show Name: Frozen Pines
Barn Name: Aspen
Gender: Stallion
Halter Type + Color, and Hardware Color: Wide noseband in eye color, brass hardware
Prompt: [492 words]

Enveloped in a thick blanket of snow, the woods seemed unreal, a scene from a fairy tale. Hoarfrost clung to the branches in a crystalline embrace, and the boughs of the evergreen fir trees bent low under the snow’s weight. A small cardinal fluttered out from his hiding place to perch in the dormant branches of a young beech sapling, and fluffed his feathers, tiny exhalations forming curled clouds.

But a noise! The bird startled back into the safety of a nearby maple to watch.

He didn’t have to wait long.
Through the snowy forest came the distinct sound of trudging footsteps, and behind that, the crunch of runners gliding through the frosted snow. Curious, the bird watched until the source of the sound came into sight.

The snow was deep, but Aspen was making fine progress as he pulled the laden sledge through the winter-locked forest. Despite the cold, and the heaviness of the burden, his steps were jaunty and high, snow sparkling as it flew into the air at his passing.
For the time of year and the weather, one might have expected a sleigh, but there were no bells and finely-engraved leather tack here. For most of the year, this was a working sledge, meant for hauling maple syrup in the early spring, prize-winning vegetables in the hot summer, and bountiful harvests in the fall. As beautiful and elegant as a sleigh could be, with chased brasswork and well-carved scrolling, it could only ever perform in one arena, while the sledge, like the enthusiastic animal pulling it, was versatile, and limited only by the determination applied.

A soft “whoa” from the driver and Aspen slowed, sending a froth of snow into the air as he paced ahead of the still-gliding sled with the ease of practice. Catching the scent of woodsmoke in the air, he snorted once, tossing his head to shake loose snow from his antlers.
Two clicks of a tongue and he walked slowly on, each footstep deliberate to avoid entanglement in the snow-hidden underbrush.

Before long, a faint light became visible through the trees, shining out like a star as night fell around both horse and driver. Woodland became clearing, and Aspen came to a halt outside the door, pawing at the lighter snow and shaking loose the fine crystals from his dense coat. His driver chuckled, dropping from the sledge and patting the draft’s flank with a fondness and a few treats for good measure.

“A few more deliveries and we’ll be home, boy,” the driver promised, drawing back the oilcloth to withdraw well-insulated boxes, and still more wrapped with fine ribbons and paper.
Aspen watched as these packages were gathered and brought to the door to grateful welcome and praise; hot food and warm cheer were a lifeline in these darkest days of winter. Gifts delivered, horse and driver turned back into the winter woodland to bring warmth and cheer to those in need.

as you are the only one who completed their form and i loved the story, congrats! editing now <3

[miraphoenix]

Ah, thank you so much! He's absolutely beautiful! <33