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Description
Image Title: "The Meeting"

Name: Rhythmic
Surname: Rhythm
Age: 7 Horse Years / 25 Human Years
Height: 15.1 hands high
Weight: 990 lbs
Eye Color: Light Lavender
Powers: As long as her orb is with her, her beauty will remain perpetual. Though her age will progress as any, her body will never wear physically. If her orb is taken from her horn, her life will taken along with it.

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Artists Comment:

The design is common, so sue me. ;D
I hope you like her. I will get a full body ref up eventually. The most important part about her is her horn and eyes, which is why I only did part of her. I didn't want the picture to take away from it.

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About Rhythm:

Looking to find the good in all people, Rhythm tends to have a horrible judge of character. Dispite all the equines who have done unjust to her in the past, she continues to seek the love and guidance of others. She's sweet, tender, and caring, never wanting to sour the look of another. Her voice is vicaciously soft and melodic; tender to the ears.

All she wants is someone to protect her
All she wants is acceptance
Is it so much to ask?

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Storyboard:

Taking step after step in the gloomy woodland, the little mare pawed. Lavender eyes flashed in the darkness. She was lost. Hardly capable of finding her way in the light, she moved twice as slow with the oncoming night. "Crash," she whickered, "Crash, where have you went to?" She was left alone once more. Rhythm had come here with a close friend of hers, but at the lick of dark, he disappeared and left her all alone.

A crackeling was heard in the brush behind her. She couldn't see, but a smile crept over her face. "Crash?" turning around, she stood somber, awaiting her friend.

"Oh, no, no dear..."

The mare rose a brow, taking only a single step back, "...No?"

The creature pulled himself from the black to grey of the forest. His name was Sorrow, and unlike the other boys she played with, wanted more than a simple lick on the cheek. "What... are you doing here," the stud looked from left to right, seeing no other around, "Completely, and utterly alone?"

"Oh, I'm not alone," she cooed, "My friend, he's-"

"...Not around?"

"Eh," the mare whickered, flicking auds forward, "No, no hes not."

"Little mare, it's dangerous here in the darkness of the woodland. Would you like a guide?"

"I would!" the mare chirpped, stepping towards Sorrow, "My name is Rhyt-"

Sorrows eyes widened, cutting her off "-Please, dear mare, don't tell me your name."

.............

Within the hours, held inhumanity at hand. The only thing to hit the ears of Crash was the ear-piercing pleas, screeching from within the forest he left behind.

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Contest:
"To Design A Mare For Sorrow"

Description
Image Title: "The Meeting"

Name: Rhythmic
Surname: Rhythm
Age: 7 Horse Years / 25 Human Years
Height: 15.1 hands high
Weight: 990 lbs
Eye Color: Light Lavender
Powers: As long as her orb is with her, her beauty will remain perpetual. Though her age will progress as any, her body will never wear physically. If her orb is taken from her horn, her life will taken along with it.

///

Artists Comment:

The design is common, so sue me. ;D
I hope you like her. I will get a full body ref up eventually. The most important part about her is her horn and eyes, which is why I only did part of her. I didn't want the picture to take away from it.

///

About Rhythm:

Looking to find the good in all people, Rhythm tends to have a horrible judge of character. Dispite all the equines who have done unjust to her in the past, she continues to seek the love and guidance of others. She's sweet, tender, and caring, never wanting to sour the look of another. Her voice is vicaciously soft and melodic; tender to the ears.

All she wants is someone to protect her
All she wants is acceptance
Is it so much to ask?

///

Storyboard:

Taking step after step in the gloomy woodland, the little mare pawed. Lavender eyes flashed in the darkness. She was lost. Hardly capable of finding her way in the light, she moved twice as slow with the oncoming night. "Crash," she whickered, "Crash, where have you went to?" She was left alone once more. Rhythm had come here with a close friend of hers, but at the lick of dark, he disappeared and left her all alone.

A crackeling was heard in the brush behind her. She couldn't see, but a smile crept over her face. "Crash?" turning around, she stood somber, awaiting her friend.

"Oh, no, no dear..."

The mare rose a brow, taking only a single step back, "...No?"

The creature pulled himself from the black to grey of the forest. His name was Sorrow, and unlike the other boys she played with, wanted more than a simple lick on the cheek. "What... are you doing here," the stud looked from left to right, seeing no other around, "Completely, and utterly alone?"

"Oh, I'm not alone," she cooed, "My friend, he's-"

"...Not around?"

"Eh," the mare whickered, flicking auds forward, "No, no hes not."

"Little mare, it's dangerous here in the darkness of the woodland. Would you like a guide?"

"I would!" the mare chirpped, stepping towards Sorrow, "My name is Rhyt-"

Sorrows eyes widened, cutting her off "-Please, dear mare, don't tell me your name."

.............

Within the hours, held inhumanity at hand. The only thing to hit the ears of Crash was the ear-piercing pleas, screeching from within the forest he left behind.

///

Contest:
"To Design A Mare For Sorrow"