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Festival of Frights

Featuring:
Beaus: 963 WRR King Arthur
970 WRR Jellybean
964 WRR Blue Bell
Class: Trick AND Treat

Follows After:

Jarin walked past Abe's stall after he had braved quite the fearsome show . He made sure the stallion was as comfortable as he could be in his fluffy stall, mane and tail all braided and tucked away. His glittering blue eyes and perky ears earned himself a handful of candy and another round of pats. Given the amount of time and accomplishments he had with Abe, it was odd to think of a time when Abe wasn't in Jarin's life. It really wasn't all that long ago.
As Jarin exited the stall, he drifted further back into the barn. He paused momentarily to drop a goody off for Violet who had her fair share of horrors she had gone through with Jarin as well. But she was fairly new to him as well. Further back, he drifted into the quiet barn aside from the occasional snort and munching of hay.
He stopped right outside of an empty-looking stall, not a head to be seen. But Jarin knew better. He smiled and took out a wrapped piece of candy. He looked up and down the aisle to make sure no one was around. Alone, he grabbed the candy by its ends and gave it a loud crinkle. From the bottom of the stall, sounded like a pig giving birth with a grunt, hiccup, groan, and up popped a pair of inquisitive ears! Jellybean flapped her unruly tail and poked her head out of the stall, shavings drifting to the ground. Jarin smiled in greeting, handing over the treat which she demanded for her effort to get up off the floor.
JB was one of the first horses Jarin had to call his own. She was the first one he ever forked over money for! And she was completely worthless according to both Sydney and Tristan. She was grossly fat, didn't have the greatest conformation, no pedigree, and a horrible work ethic with poor manners to boot. Jarin loved her. Every part of her. From her frizzly hair to how she would gnash her teeth at him if he tried to put a halter on her.
He carried on down the row to another set of eyes glistening at him. Blue had heard the commotion and was craning her neck out to make sure she was seen too. She nickered and stretched her lips out. And Jarin complied, holding a candy out for her too. She inhaled it and bobbed her head, overwhelmed with the sweet flavors! She curled her lip, holding her nose to the ceiling, making Jarin giggle.
Blue, the second horse Jarin had to call his own. She was far more rideable than JB ever would be. But she was small of stature. She didn't have a lot of bone to her. She was sweet, a heart of gold to put up with Jarin learning how to ride a horse for the first time. But she'd never be a champion of anything but that. Jarin felt it was a bigger trophy than some of the others in the cases. Without her, he may never have learned to ride. Or to fall!
Who was the first horse? The shy gelding, observing the scene in the back of his stall. Arthur wasn't like the others. He didn't crave human attention, not even for the crinkly plastic of a sweet treat. Not in the beginning, anyway. He always had wide, nervous eyes when Jarin had first acquired him. He came from a breed promotion project to advocate good homes for these horses. Arthur might have been free, but the bills Jarin racked up in training, boarding, vet bills, hospital bills, and more didn't make him seem so free.
Jarin would never get rid of Arthur. He had tried western riding with him, he had tried dressage with him, even thought to maybe put him over some poles before he got a solid jumping horse to quench that desire. Arthur was far too thick and heavy set to be handy. He was stoic but shied if he felt in danger. He'd buck and bolt, trembling on the other end of the arena.
His first horse.
A circus show to some. But Jarin wouldn't trade these three for anything! To him, they were just as valuable as Abe. Abe might have the ribbons and trophies hanging for all to see. But these three held the beginning of Jarin's equine endeavor even if they didn't have a banner or a plaque.
Everyone has to start somewhere.

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BABIES.
I thought long and hard on who I wanted to put into this piece. I already knew I wanted to draw foalies because I love their lil' knob knees and I don't often get the chance. And then I thought back, I used to have these three together all the time! Jarin's OG pons. The very beginnings when it was all wholesome and goofy <3

He's still all wholesome and goofy but now with fancier ponies under him xD
I like having the plain Janes and subtle Steves hanging around in the background. They aren't forgotten or worth any less. They kind of kickstarted Jarin's plot! And two of them, Arthur and Blue, are actually based of my irl horses so the sentiment is there. Bless the starter ponies <3 And Jarin will never get rid of his misfits <333

Anyways~ Cute foalies, birbs and bees, innuendo but pure and innocent xD

Oh yea, sketch if anyone still likes to look at these xD

Arthur/JB/Blue/Jarin/Abe/Violet/Art © Drasayer
No specific refs used for babies

Pencil/Photoshop CS6

Description

Festival of Frights

Featuring:
Beaus: 963 WRR King Arthur
970 WRR Jellybean
964 WRR Blue Bell
Class: Trick AND Treat

Follows After:

Jarin walked past Abe's stall after he had braved quite the fearsome show . He made sure the stallion was as comfortable as he could be in his fluffy stall, mane and tail all braided and tucked away. His glittering blue eyes and perky ears earned himself a handful of candy and another round of pats. Given the amount of time and accomplishments he had with Abe, it was odd to think of a time when Abe wasn't in Jarin's life. It really wasn't all that long ago.
As Jarin exited the stall, he drifted further back into the barn. He paused momentarily to drop a goody off for Violet who had her fair share of horrors she had gone through with Jarin as well. But she was fairly new to him as well. Further back, he drifted into the quiet barn aside from the occasional snort and munching of hay.
He stopped right outside of an empty-looking stall, not a head to be seen. But Jarin knew better. He smiled and took out a wrapped piece of candy. He looked up and down the aisle to make sure no one was around. Alone, he grabbed the candy by its ends and gave it a loud crinkle. From the bottom of the stall, sounded like a pig giving birth with a grunt, hiccup, groan, and up popped a pair of inquisitive ears! Jellybean flapped her unruly tail and poked her head out of the stall, shavings drifting to the ground. Jarin smiled in greeting, handing over the treat which she demanded for her effort to get up off the floor.
JB was one of the first horses Jarin had to call his own. She was the first one he ever forked over money for! And she was completely worthless according to both Sydney and Tristan. She was grossly fat, didn't have the greatest conformation, no pedigree, and a horrible work ethic with poor manners to boot. Jarin loved her. Every part of her. From her frizzly hair to how she would gnash her teeth at him if he tried to put a halter on her.
He carried on down the row to another set of eyes glistening at him. Blue had heard the commotion and was craning her neck out to make sure she was seen too. She nickered and stretched her lips out. And Jarin complied, holding a candy out for her too. She inhaled it and bobbed her head, overwhelmed with the sweet flavors! She curled her lip, holding her nose to the ceiling, making Jarin giggle.
Blue, the second horse Jarin had to call his own. She was far more rideable than JB ever would be. But she was small of stature. She didn't have a lot of bone to her. She was sweet, a heart of gold to put up with Jarin learning how to ride a horse for the first time. But she'd never be a champion of anything but that. Jarin felt it was a bigger trophy than some of the others in the cases. Without her, he may never have learned to ride. Or to fall!
Who was the first horse? The shy gelding, observing the scene in the back of his stall. Arthur wasn't like the others. He didn't crave human attention, not even for the crinkly plastic of a sweet treat. Not in the beginning, anyway. He always had wide, nervous eyes when Jarin had first acquired him. He came from a breed promotion project to advocate good homes for these horses. Arthur might have been free, but the bills Jarin racked up in training, boarding, vet bills, hospital bills, and more didn't make him seem so free.
Jarin would never get rid of Arthur. He had tried western riding with him, he had tried dressage with him, even thought to maybe put him over some poles before he got a solid jumping horse to quench that desire. Arthur was far too thick and heavy set to be handy. He was stoic but shied if he felt in danger. He'd buck and bolt, trembling on the other end of the arena.
His first horse.
A circus show to some. But Jarin wouldn't trade these three for anything! To him, they were just as valuable as Abe. Abe might have the ribbons and trophies hanging for all to see. But these three held the beginning of Jarin's equine endeavor even if they didn't have a banner or a plaque.
Everyone has to start somewhere.

(751 wordcount)

Previous: Death Comes for Weeners || Next: Live with Love

BABIES.
I thought long and hard on who I wanted to put into this piece. I already knew I wanted to draw foalies because I love their lil' knob knees and I don't often get the chance. And then I thought back, I used to have these three together all the time! Jarin's OG pons. The very beginnings when it was all wholesome and goofy <3

He's still all wholesome and goofy but now with fancier ponies under him xD
I like having the plain Janes and subtle Steves hanging around in the background. They aren't forgotten or worth any less. They kind of kickstarted Jarin's plot! And two of them, Arthur and Blue, are actually based of my irl horses so the sentiment is there. Bless the starter ponies <3 And Jarin will never get rid of his misfits <333

Anyways~ Cute foalies, birbs and bees, innuendo but pure and innocent xD

Oh yea, sketch if anyone still likes to look at these xD

Arthur/JB/Blue/Jarin/Abe/Violet/Art © Drasayer
No specific refs used for babies

Pencil/Photoshop CS6