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Description
Show: 2016 Marba Strong Event
Horses Show Name: 299 CLS Berthas Kartoffel
Class Entering: Halter
Training Image: Might come later
Horses Experience: *|Frank can't touch this|* (third place) *|Berth, Berth, Bertha|* (fifth place)
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Prizes Donated:
Grande champ: A free regular Citrelois custom
Judges choice and reserve champ: A free breeding to any of my horses, with a few exceptions.

Artists comment: I should probably have written this when I actually made the picture, but hey, I'll write it the last few seconds before I post it after a week in stash.

I like this picture still though, when choosing the horse to go I'd rather try a new one, as Bertha is becoming a little bit overused, but I ended up on him anyways. The colours matches in a way I like though, and if I enjoyed the making I think it's good!

I have however lost my art muse abit lately, I am sorry for my delay on everything. I look forward to get a few new characters into the family soon, I am so tired of the ones I have now.

Story: (216 words)
*| Insert some good title here |*
Who was Bertha to think he could just burst in and take everything; Franks position, for example. He knew way before he started that there was no chance in the ocean he'd be accepted; they'd rather have him sail out on the sea. His gaze swept over this beach, the ribbons carefully placed onto his rear. The waves glittered before him, eyes of the humans searching his body up and down. Kiko had trusted him with not needing a briddle: it would only destroy his beautifull face she had told him. Bertha would return to her any day, anyways.
In fact he loved that human the most.
Nobody cared for him as she did.
Why would they?
The water tickled his hooves, before urging back. The stallion bowed down his head and took a sniff. It smelled fresh, mysterious. It smelled good.
A horse shouldn't have these thoughts. Should think at all in fact.
Or?
Did Kiko know he understood her words?
Whatever might be in that girls head, she had a depth in her talk as no human ever cared to give him.
They understood each other in a way few could understand.
I guess that's what friends are, Bertha thought.
He took a last stolen view on the endless water mass before returning back.

Tutorials used:

I started using this one but hey, I failed it so I just went on my own in the middle, hah.

Credits:
All art by Selunna
Horse partly traced from White horse by Megan1970

Description
Show: 2016 Marba Strong Event
Horses Show Name: 299 CLS Berthas Kartoffel
Class Entering: Halter
Training Image: Might come later
Horses Experience: *|Frank can't touch this|* (third place) *|Berth, Berth, Bertha|* (fifth place)
Advertisement: 2016 Marba Strong -You should check it out!
Prizes Donated:
Grande champ: A free regular Citrelois custom
Judges choice and reserve champ: A free breeding to any of my horses, with a few exceptions.

Artists comment: I should probably have written this when I actually made the picture, but hey, I'll write it the last few seconds before I post it after a week in stash.

I like this picture still though, when choosing the horse to go I'd rather try a new one, as Bertha is becoming a little bit overused, but I ended up on him anyways. The colours matches in a way I like though, and if I enjoyed the making I think it's good!

I have however lost my art muse abit lately, I am sorry for my delay on everything. I look forward to get a few new characters into the family soon, I am so tired of the ones I have now.

Story: (216 words)
*| Insert some good title here |*
Who was Bertha to think he could just burst in and take everything; Franks position, for example. He knew way before he started that there was no chance in the ocean he'd be accepted; they'd rather have him sail out on the sea. His gaze swept over this beach, the ribbons carefully placed onto his rear. The waves glittered before him, eyes of the humans searching his body up and down. Kiko had trusted him with not needing a briddle: it would only destroy his beautifull face she had told him. Bertha would return to her any day, anyways.
In fact he loved that human the most.
Nobody cared for him as she did.
Why would they?
The water tickled his hooves, before urging back. The stallion bowed down his head and took a sniff. It smelled fresh, mysterious. It smelled good.
A horse shouldn't have these thoughts. Should think at all in fact.
Or?
Did Kiko know he understood her words?
Whatever might be in that girls head, she had a depth in her talk as no human ever cared to give him.
They understood each other in a way few could understand.
I guess that's what friends are, Bertha thought.
He took a last stolen view on the endless water mass before returning back.

Tutorials used:

I started using this one but hey, I failed it so I just went on my own in the middle, hah.

Credits:
All art by Selunna
Horse partly traced from White horse by Megan1970