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This is EXACTLY what it sounds like, and I'm already loving it!!! Here's how this is going to hopefully go: I will open slots, and then write lore about your pony! - You can specify if you'd like other characters in your story (please include reference! ---NOTE: other characters MUST be directly from HEE, not an outside/original character. Sorry guys!
- You can also give an outline for your story! Please, don't be too specific unless there's one particular scene or event you would like me to include.
- Please respect my time. If it takes a while, I'm either busy or extremely invested in your story!
- You may post on this thread, but please refrain from making multiple posts for one horse. If you want me to change anything, please pm me and I will edit your story through the post!
- If you happen to find any grammar or spelling mistakes, feel free to notify me through pms! I don't bite, darlings.
- You may also specify if you would like it short (for horse remarks and such) or long (for personal use or stable bio).
- If you happen to claim multiple slots and would like to put my stories about your horse into a forum (I see players do this with art all the time) please credit me or put this link before/after your post.
- These stories are completely free, but tips are always appreciated :)
ANYWHO- I'll be dropping a story about my personal pixel pony first, then I will open my first slot <3 |
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ORF Georgia (EEE) AKA Original Supplier --- She raised her head, her eyes peeled for those stupid humans. Can't stand those... things. She snorted and shook her short flaxen mane. She wanted nothing more than to return to her hay bag in her stall. She had friends, yeah, but what could another horse give her? A back scratch? Yeah, right. She flicked her tail and squealed when she saw her rider approach the fence. Get back, you wretched thing! She launched into a gallop, kicking her back legs out. The rider giggled from the fenceline. Georgia ran laps, stopping occasionally to stand tall and proud, snorting out angry breaths. She sounded like a fire-breathing dragon. White clouds puffed from her nostrils as she huffed. The rider opened th elatch to the mares' paddock and slipped inside. Oh, heck nah! Georgia broke into a trot, her tail high as she ran from the girl stepping through the dry pasture. Georgia had never particularly liked being ridden, especially since she was still surprisingly green for a 4 year old. Her parents weren't very conditioned under saddle either. Her rider was patient though. She never pushed her too hard. That was the only thing Georgia liked about her. Other than that, she's a witch. The girl stepped slowly and Georgia pricked her ears, her heavy breathing making the smell of sugar wafting from the girl hit the mare hard. She snorted once more, trying to keep the tough exterior. ANother waft. Another breath. Oh, alright. She dropped her head, taking a few steps toward the girl, lapping at the sugar cube lying innocently in the riders' hand. Georgia nodded her head approvingly, pulling a giggle from the girl. Georgia seemed to calm down, allowing the girl to have a very calm, beneficial ride. "In a few months," the girl said, petting Georgia's sweaty neck after her ride. "your name will be echoing over the speakers, girl. I can hear it now. 'Original Supplier, top eventer of the year'." She sighed and Georgia flicked her ears at the sound. Maybe this girl isn't quite as bad as I made her seem. She gives me blocks of heaven. How could I hate her? The girl gently slid a scary blanket up Georgia's hind. Because of her increase in trust in the girl, Georgia only flinched at the "blanket," as the girl called it. It covered her spotted butt, making her look more like the other horses in the pastures around her. Georgia gave up her pride for a split second to nuzzle the girl. The girl held her face and Georgia relaxed in the girls' embrace. |
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Opening one slot<3 CLAIMED
--- Please include the following: Horse name Show name (optional) Reference link to horse and any included characters Size of story or number of words Outline (optional) Specific events or information to be included (optional but highly encouraged) |
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Horse name : Oh My Little Show name (optional) Oh My Little Life Size of story or number of words : preferably 200-300 Outline (optional): Nope Specific events or information to be included (optional but highly encouraged) : In her "Past" she was rescued at 2, She was highly non-wanted due to her energetic side. |
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Asteria said:
Horse name : Oh My Little Show name (optional) Oh My Little Life Size of story or number of words : preferably 200-300 Outline (optional): Nope Specific events or information to be included (optional but highly encouraged) : In her "Past" she was rescued at 2, She was highly non-wanted due to her energetic side.
I'll get started right away! She's so pretty! |
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Oh My Little AKA Oh My Litttle Life --- The mare paced in her stall, deserate to get to run in the arena today. She snorted, ears pricked forward, muzzle still covered in her breakfast. A groom approached her stall and quickly snapped a leadrope to her halter which bore her show name: Oh My Little Life. She had been in a pathetic excuse for a stable, ignored and left in the pasture as a yearling due to her boundless energy. No one wanted to fight with her high head and fast pace. Her stamina even as a young filly was unmatched, and her current barn snatched her up as soon as she was put up for sale. Now, after nearly a year of quarantining, groundwork, and love, she was ready for true training. The groom clipped the crossties to Oh My Little's halter and left her there. Left her there! She panicked as soon as the groom disappeared around the barn doors, her head tossing and loud, desperate whinnies tearing from her throat. Help! She cried, her eyes wide, hooves clopping on the rubber mats as she shuffled in place. Then her rider came into view. The bay roan instantly relaxed, nickering and tossing her head. The rider tacked her up and took her on the most amazing trail ride. They galloped, truly galloped, and Oh My Little had never felt so free. "You're suck a good girl." The girl said after their ride, brushing the mare down then releasing her in her pasture. For once, the mare seemed tired, but it was quickly replenished after a quick roll. Within no time she was back on her hooves and running the fence again. |
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Opening two slots! --- Please include the following: Horse name Show name (optional) Reference link to horse and any included characters Size of story or number of words Outline (optional) Specific events or information to be included (optional but highly encouraged) |
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Asteria said:
Love! Tysm
My pleasure! |
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