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Storm Rollin' In

Full Name Storm Rollin' In
Nickname Storm or Stormy
Breed Falabella
Age 3 years
Sex Male
Mate Anabeth (not drawn yet)
Offspring none to date
Parents Not listed, Foundation
Height Tall for breed, standing 7 hands high
Eyes Teal (more on the blue side though) Blue
Coat Color Smokey Black
Mane Long and Black with grey ends
Tail Long and Black with grey ends
Personality He is a very feisty equine, especially for a pony. He will not hesitate to pick a fight with another horse, even a thoroughbred. He protects his mate, Anabeth like sacred ground. He would die to save her, and almost has a few times. The pair are a bit of loners, but do enjoy to occasionally spend the day with other horses.
History He has seen almost everything in his life. When he was born his stable was going under and his mother was sold at birth for money. 2 weeks later he was sold to a stud farm outside of London. At about the time he turned 6 months old, he realized that no one was like him. They were all taller, fatter, and rather ugly from his angle. When he went out into the pasture, all of the other yearlings would make fun of him, kick him, and try to bite him. One day, he gave up. He sprinted for the other side of the pasture when they weren't looking and broke the fence down. He ran, far far away from that place.

He ran for days, and he wouldn't stop, not even to sleep. Countless rocks laid embedded in his feet, his body withering from lack of food. Finally, one day, he couldn't run any more. He tripped and fell and landed on a rock, breaking a bone in his back leg. He couldn't move, and for days he laid there, not moving, and not bothering to try to get up. Vultures began to circle overhead, and that is when he realized that if he didn't move, he would die. Taking every last bit of energy left, he stood, and moved away, limping, crying away from that rock. He kept walking until he found a cave. He collapsed in the cave. He was safe inside. There, he broke down, and started crying. He was all alone, starving, cold, and hurt.

For two years he stayed in that cave. On his wonders out and about he became stronger, and his leg got better. He found some other stray horses, and they followed him back to his cave. He still never found another horse like him. He had a small herd of 5, and they stuck together.

Finally, in the middle of winter, he found another like him. Cold, wet, and starving laid a 4 month old filly, just like him. She was beautiful. He walked over, fearing she was dead, nuzzled her, and when she stood up, he ran up to her, protecting her from the cold wind gusts. They walked back to his cave, and there, she told him her name, Anabeth.

Close to a year later, Ana fell in love with him. He told her no, she was too young. He had seen when older guys love younger girls, and he hated it. Finally, she made a move that made him love her. She yelled at him, asking him why she couldn't love her? Was she too ugly? Too fat? Too slow? On the inside, this broke Stormy, wondering how she could think that. He told her that he loved her, and that he always had. They both started crying, and they have been together ever since.

Artist's Comments

First ever manip style OC ref of 2012! Woo Hoo. This came together really quickly, and I had been meaning to make my adorable little Falabella a ref soon, and just decided that tonight would be perfect. Sorry that I couldn't join me, the internet was a bit slow. Although, I have started to notice a pattern with my art. Low colors and dark around the edges. I really like this though. I think it look cool and almost vintage. I don't know how long I am gonna continue this style, but I think it might be a while.

Stock

Software

Photoshop CS5 Extended
Genius G-pen F610 and pen

Copyright

Megan Joslin

Description
Storm Rollin' In

Full Name Storm Rollin' In
Nickname Storm or Stormy
Breed Falabella
Age 3 years
Sex Male
Mate Anabeth (not drawn yet)
Offspring none to date
Parents Not listed, Foundation
Height Tall for breed, standing 7 hands high
Eyes Teal (more on the blue side though) Blue
Coat Color Smokey Black
Mane Long and Black with grey ends
Tail Long and Black with grey ends
Personality He is a very feisty equine, especially for a pony. He will not hesitate to pick a fight with another horse, even a thoroughbred. He protects his mate, Anabeth like sacred ground. He would die to save her, and almost has a few times. The pair are a bit of loners, but do enjoy to occasionally spend the day with other horses.
History He has seen almost everything in his life. When he was born his stable was going under and his mother was sold at birth for money. 2 weeks later he was sold to a stud farm outside of London. At about the time he turned 6 months old, he realized that no one was like him. They were all taller, fatter, and rather ugly from his angle. When he went out into the pasture, all of the other yearlings would make fun of him, kick him, and try to bite him. One day, he gave up. He sprinted for the other side of the pasture when they weren't looking and broke the fence down. He ran, far far away from that place.

He ran for days, and he wouldn't stop, not even to sleep. Countless rocks laid embedded in his feet, his body withering from lack of food. Finally, one day, he couldn't run any more. He tripped and fell and landed on a rock, breaking a bone in his back leg. He couldn't move, and for days he laid there, not moving, and not bothering to try to get up. Vultures began to circle overhead, and that is when he realized that if he didn't move, he would die. Taking every last bit of energy left, he stood, and moved away, limping, crying away from that rock. He kept walking until he found a cave. He collapsed in the cave. He was safe inside. There, he broke down, and started crying. He was all alone, starving, cold, and hurt.

For two years he stayed in that cave. On his wonders out and about he became stronger, and his leg got better. He found some other stray horses, and they followed him back to his cave. He still never found another horse like him. He had a small herd of 5, and they stuck together.

Finally, in the middle of winter, he found another like him. Cold, wet, and starving laid a 4 month old filly, just like him. She was beautiful. He walked over, fearing she was dead, nuzzled her, and when she stood up, he ran up to her, protecting her from the cold wind gusts. They walked back to his cave, and there, she told him her name, Anabeth.

Close to a year later, Ana fell in love with him. He told her no, she was too young. He had seen when older guys love younger girls, and he hated it. Finally, she made a move that made him love her. She yelled at him, asking him why she couldn't love her? Was she too ugly? Too fat? Too slow? On the inside, this broke Stormy, wondering how she could think that. He told her that he loved her, and that he always had. They both started crying, and they have been together ever since.

Artist's Comments

First ever manip style OC ref of 2012! Woo Hoo. This came together really quickly, and I had been meaning to make my adorable little Falabella a ref soon, and just decided that tonight would be perfect. Sorry that I couldn't join me, the internet was a bit slow. Although, I have started to notice a pattern with my art. Low colors and dark around the edges. I really like this though. I think it look cool and almost vintage. I don't know how long I am gonna continue this style, but I think it might be a while.

Stock

Software

Photoshop CS5 Extended
Genius G-pen F610 and pen

Copyright

Megan Joslin