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#82866 Posted on 2016-12-25 19:27:57
Your name and ID: PoniesStars #89253
Adoptable #: 3
What would you name this adoptable: Lune de Stars (French for " Moon of Stars")
Why would you want to win this adoptable and what would you do with it: I'd use it for recolors, mainly, but maybe other things, we'll see.
Adoptable's backstory: She was created when a star exploded, a tiny piece of it fell to earth, growing bigger and bigger as it fell, and it landed in a patch of moonlight. The instant it touched the ground, it began to change shape, and became: A horse.
Lune was born.
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#82969 Posted on 2016-12-26 08:39:48
-I forgot something, so please reread if this message wasn't here when you read it! I edited this.-
Your name and ID: Raptorfang #79219
Adoptable #: 2
What would you name this adoptable: Magnus
Why would you want to win this adoptable and what would you do with it: I want to win him because he is really pretty and I can just see his personality by looking at the design. He's not even mine yet, but with certain designs, I can just start forming their story by looking at them. I'm strange. But anyway, in all honestly, he might not get that much art because I don't get much art anymore (not like I used to, anyway), but he will definitely be used in my main character storyline.
Adoptable's backstory:
Magnus thought he was normal. He grew up normal- he was born on a Mustang reservation. So he wasn't exactly wild; he was owned; but not tamed. His mother treated him like any mother would have. His father always made sure young Magnus was well protected. As for his personality, Magnus is a bit abrasive and impulsive, but he's actually pretty smart.
This seemed normal until Magnus got a bit older. He started learning that, even though, as a young colt, he thought their over-protection was normal, it wasn't. He was only 2, but he was smart. He noticed that his father sent out guards with him whenever he went somewhere. It started annoying Magnus, who was perfectly capable of going places on his own. He noticed that he looked nothing like his "mother".
So one day, he got his parents together and demanded to know their reasoning behind all this. He sounded furious, but he wasn't trying to be. He was just confused. It felt like his whole life was a lie, but he didn't know why. His father stood his ground, not telling Magnus a thing, but his mother caved. She said, sobbing, that his real mother was a goddess- Vetur, the winter goddess. She said that she had fallen in love with his father, and offered to treat the foal- Magnus -as her own so that no one was suspicious. Lastly, she told him that... that he had powers. Powers that would kill him here, in the natural world, if he tried to use them. He would probably be killed anyway if he didn't learn how to use them. So she told him that he had to go, to find this strange land where gods ruled and monsters attacked. She said he would find others like himself there- others that were half-gods; demigods. How she knew this, Magnus had no idea. But quite frankly, that was the least strangest thing he had to worry about.
He turned and ran away. In the middle of her rambling, his mother had told him that he could find this land anywhere. His life was a lie, so what did it matter if a monster ate him? He had no friends here, anyway. He heard his father scream his name, but Magnus kept running.
He finally found himself in a wintry landscape with cliffs covered in ice. He kept running, even though he was very tired and there was a cliff to one side of them. He slipped, falling over the edge. He screamed and he crashed into the icy river below.
That is, until ice sprang from his hooves and he stood on the water's surface. A wide sheet of ice was forming beneath him. He was floating on it... he was alive. He could faintly see an icy blue outline of a furry horse ahead of him. Somehow, he knew that this was Vetur, his mother. Was she here to tell him that he had harnessed his powers by making this ice-raft? He didn't know, but after he blinked, she was gone. I'm just hallucinating. he chided himself. I'm most likely dead.
But he wasn't hallucinating, or dead. After days of wandering about, he came across a ragtag group of horses- this consisted young gods and goddesses, as well as ex-racehorses. Strange they were, but he had a feeling that this was who his "mother" had been talking about before he had ran from his fake life. They were an odd bunch, but most carried dangerous weapons, so he didn't try to mess with them. He later learned their names, and what they were doing. They were going to see the winter goddess- his mother. And they needed his help. He would need to learn how to use his powers even more if he was going to survive here. But some of them didn't even have powers, and they had survived. So he knew that he could too.
He doesn't know this yet, because he's been like this all his life, but he cannot feel extreme cold. He can be cold, but he can't freeze.
(I wrote a book XD
I reallyyy want him, so I gave it my all lol, sorry if it's too long!)
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#83843 Posted on 2016-12-29 12:21:03
Your name and ID: Oswin #80380
Adoptable #:1
What would you name this adoptable: Fim (f-ee-m; Portuguese for "end")
Why would you want to win this adoptable and what would you do with it: He's absolutely gorgeous! I love the colors and the markings. He's adorable and I think he has potential. I would roleplay with him and love him as an art as much as I can.
Adoptable's backstory:
The day came, and the mare knew it. She didn't want to wait, yet she did. In the open plains, hunted by a mountain lion, it wasn't an ideal place for a foal. But new life was a promise of a future. The foal was born that night, a beautiful red colt. He looked like his father, the mare noted. But an onlooker would argue the opposite. He looked like neither parent, color-wise. His bright pelt in the brown grass of the parched plain stuck out like polished gold in dusty earth. This was how he was born.
His name took a bit to come. The mare wanted his name to reflect him. But before she had a chance to name her beloved colt, the mountain lion came. It had spotted the colt's bright fur. It had spotted the mare it had been hunting. No longer was it slowed because it carried a child, but the child itself would slow her down. The lion struck at night.
The mare woke when she heard the grass rustling. The lion pounced. She fought it desperately, wanting only to protect her colt. "Run, little colt! Don't stop running, even if you reach the end of your strength!" So he ran. He looked back twice, and in the second his mother was gone. Only a satisfied lion, walking away from a meal.
He ran for months. The months turned into a year. Then two. He was a stallion now, in his mind. The only things he remembered of his mother was her face and a few words. "Run, even if you reach the end." He knew parts of her last words were missing, but he didn't remember them. His mother had never named him. So he took words from there to name himself. Fim. End. He had been the end of his mother's life, and he carried that weight.
After he finally had stopped running, he settled down in a wood with a stream. He located a farm and often ate hay. He was caught by the farmer, who was compassionate. The farmer fed him, but never forced Fim to enter the gates of his farm. Fim knew the farmer was fond of him, but the day came when he knew it was high time to find a herd. He went to the farm one last day. This day, he let the farmer touch him for the first time. Then he left the wood and started his search for a herd.
Your name and ID: Oswin #80380
Adoptable #: 3
What would you name this adoptable: Meia-Noite (may-uh n-oy-tch-ee; Portuguese for "midnight"
Why would you want to win this adoptable and what would you do with it: I would like to add this pretty horse to my collection. She is beautiful. I would also roleplay with her. But I am willing to let someone who wants her more to take her,
Adoptable's backstory:
The mare kicked at the stall door, restless. It was night, and all she wanted to do was run. The groom came out to the barn, angry and tired. He opened the stall door to see what was the issue. She dashed out, much to his annoyance, and ran out the barn door. She reared onto her hind legs, letting them hit the ground and rest there a split second before tearing off into the fenced in field. She ran around, letting her mind wander. She could think better when running in the chilly night air. She let her past wrap around her.
She was born in a herd owned by a famous ranch. She was a valuable filly. But the ranch declined in business until no one came out. The wealthy owner didn't want to leave his horses trapped in barns for the rest of their lives, so he made his land a reserve for the herds he had. It felt like being a wild horse, and his herds loved the freedom. Their pastures had expanded, the fences almost never seen. Then people came and began to rope them. Take them and put them in barns. Noite and her best friend, a young stallion born around the same time as her, escaped the men several times. But the rest of the horses were taken. The day her parents were taken, Noite gave up. She ran halfheartedly away from the men, nudged on by her friend. But the men finally outsmarted them. Roped them and stuffed them in a trailer. Took them to a market and put them on sale. She was bought in a jiffy, and separated from her life-long friend. Then she was taken here. Not a bad place, but with nowhere to roam. She felt a halter being slipped on and sighed. So much for freedom. What was freedom? It was gone, now.
Note: I love Portuguese lol
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