.:How 'bout a stroll, love?:.

EDIT 2 I WON HIM END EDIT 2

EDIT Added in Marcot's history and story! Enjoy!END EDIT

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THIS TOOK AGES HOLY BAJEEBUS.
...but I'm so proud of it omg;;

This is an adoptable tryout for this AMAZINGLY GORGEOUS Spiralee on *Crystal-Falls's Spiralee batch, #6! [link]
I LOVE HIM OH MY GOODNESS AND MALIHA DOES TOO.
Maliha: ...he's quite sexy, yes.

SEE.

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#6's Description

Name - Marcot
Age - 373
History - Marcot was born into an extremely loving Spiralee herd, along with a kind father and caring mother. He was loved by all, and often played with the other Spiralee foals of the herd. As he grew up, he became quite popular amongst his friends and family, and was treated as if he was the most amazing Spiralee anyone had ever seen. Mares couldn't help but fan over Marcot, for his gorgeous coat was something to "oooh!" and "ahhh!" at. He loved the attention, and even though you think it would all go to his head, it didn't. He treated everyone with the same respect and kindness everyone else treated him with.
When he was near the age of 150, a young tween, a group of humans entered his herd's surroundings one day. These men rode on strangely colored creatures, Marcot would notice, but they had the same build as him, which confused him. These creatures had no wings, were dully colored, and looked as if they had this mimicking look in their eyes. The humans, with their horses, raised their ropes high above their heads and circled them round and round, scaring the poor Spiralee's out of their wits mind. Marcot's father tried to protect some of the elders and foals, but in his try, he was gun shotted in the chest, killing him instantly because the humans had a feeling he would never be trainable. Spiralee's were frozen with terror at this odd weapon, and were so terrified when they began to see Marcot's father bleed uncontrollably.
Marcot was paralyzed with tears, staring at his fallen father with his mouth gaped open. During the chaos, Marcot's mother had escaped the herd, too worried for her own safety without even wondering about her son's. Spiralees began to be roped up one by one, while others were shot by trying to protect their families. During the process, an elder had called to Marcot, screaming to him to run away from this area, and "don't you dare turn around!" Marcot, scared out of his wits end, bolted into the forest, crying his eyes out, tripping over tree stumps, running like mad, far away from his herd.
A year or so later of wondering mindlessly around, he came across a horse herd. He couldn't help but feel a burst of hope, a new family, a new start. Although the incident of the humans had petrified him into a new Spiralee, (one who was scared at every twig snap, more menacing towards others, and more cranky) he felt as if these horses could possibly be much nicer than the ones who helped the humans rope in his family and friends that awful day.
To Marcot's disappointment though, the horses didn't give him the welcome he was hoping for. They were terrified of his presence, when a mare saw him, she screamed, and bolted from the herd. Confused, the rest of the herd looked up at what she had screamed at, and, them too, screamed, too afraid to even say hello, and left their surroundings. Marcot was dumfounded, to embarrassed to even move. He teared up, slowly walking back from where he came from.
Ever since the meeting with the horse herd, Marcot had given up trying to fit into a herd again. This event had made him a bitter Spiralee, and everyday that passed, he became more menacing than before. He prayed that he would find someone like him again one day, and even though he was alone, he wished for the presence of a friend once again...

Story that goes with the Picture

Maliha smoothly cruised over the dry forest floor, sniffing the air around her constantly, and smiling to herself as a gust of wind would blow into her face, making her mane and tail dance all around her. She took a deep breath and exhaled, giggling to herself at the pure beauty of the forest around her. A small butterfly flitted itself above her head, swerving in small, delicate circles and traveled over to the edge of the forest. Maliha smiled and decided to follow it, carefully stepping over objects on the forest floor. Before she exited the forest, she stopped in her tracks when she heard a similar singing voice a little ways away from her. She perked her ears forward, listening intent fully to the soft voice of a Spiralee. She cocked her head and raised a brow, confused. A Spiralee? Here? But... How? Maliha wondered to herself, and she quietly stuck her head out of the forest, looking for the source of the beautiful singing she just heard. She glanced around and immediately stopped when she saw him.
Her jaw gaped open, and she blushed instantly, not even knowing why. The Spiralee she eyed was an absolutely gorgeous stallion, with a breathtaking velvet coat, with fiery colors trailing amongst his body. His mane was short and kind of choppy looking, while his tail seemed well groomed and it softly trailed behind him on the sand as he walked. His wings were a whole other story, they were like nothing she'd seen before! They reminded her of the shape of fire itself, softly reaching towards the sky, colors ablaze. The stallion raised his head and looked towards the ocean, closing his eyes as a soft ocean spray hit his face and made his hair flow around playfully. Maliha watched him smile as he shook himself, quietly singing to himself once again.
Maliha couldn't stop staring, and it took every ounce of her to snap out of her day dream, and she frowned to herself. Goodness Mali, seriously? You've never gaped at a Spiralee stallion before, where are your manners, you old mare? Maliha took in a deep breath, mustered up her courage, and stepped out of the forest, her eyes gleaming happily towards the strange Spiralee. She didn't think he'd notice her right away, but to her surprise, he did.

Marcot pricked his ears as he heard soft thumping to his right, and he turned his head in that general direction. All of a sudden, the sight of a beautiful Spiralee caught his eye, and he froze, unable to move. She moved with such grace, her mane and tail trailing the ground below her. Her wings were terrifically crafted, such care in the way they separated and formed into triangles and strong lines. Her coat was the base of a palomino, while sprinkles of greys covered her body in such magnificent ways. She smiled to him and she was walking closer and closer to him, much closer. Marcot's eyes shut quickly. No, no, no, no, no! This can't be happening... I haven't seen a Spiralee in ages... No, this isn't happening... When I open my eyes again, she won't be there... With that, Marcot flashed his eyes open and gasped, falling back a little bit as the mare stood right in front of him, laughing whole heartedly.
She giggled, "Oh my goodness, hehe, sir, heh, are you o-ok?" as she kept laughing sweetly towards the stallion. Marcot was taken aback, he didn't even know what to say, all he was able to do was just stare at her. She's real... Marcot's mouth fell open a tad and the mare smiled, cocking her head a little to the left, and she flicked her ears.
"Jeeze, you're looking at me as if you haven't seen a Spiralee in ages." and she smirked. Marcot's gaze drifted down a bit and he mumbled softly, "I haven't..." Maliha raised an eyebrow and chuckled softly, "Sorry darling, say that a bit louder?" Marcot looked up at her and looked into her soft, welcoming eyes. "I haven't." he said louder this time, and held his stern gaze. Maliha's eyes filled with concern, confusion, and sadness. "Wait, you mean, you haven't?" she asked calmly, ignoring the stallion's piercing gaze.
"No. I haven't. But that's a long story that I'd rather not get into right now. So, if you'd excuse me, I'd much like to get back to my walk now. It was nice to meet you." and with that, Marcot turned and began to walk away. Maliha's jaw dropped and she snorted, trotting back up to the stallion and flicking her tail. She met back up with Marcot and slowed her pace back down to a walk. She looked to him and spoke, "Now what's the hurry, hun? Doesn't hurt to have some company for a little while, huh?" Marcot glanced at the mare and offered a small smile. "No, it doesn't hurt. I'm sorry, I'm just not used to having company around. It's been that way for a long time."
Maliha smiled warmly towards the stallion and sighed, "Well, we need to get you back to having a social life, handsome! I'm Maliha by the way, but you can call me Mali." Marcot looked back to Mali and absorbed in her sweetness. He had a gut feeling that they would become good friends. "I'm Marcot, but you can call be Marc. It's nice to meet you Mali."
Maliha beamed and giggled lovingly, which made Marcot smile even bigger. "Well, Marc, it's very nice to meet you. Now, how 'bout a stroll, love?" Marcot nodded, enjoying Maliha's presence. "Only if I can lead." and Maliha nodded, raising her foreleg ahead of her, motioning him to lead on. Marcot walked forward, glancing behind him to see Maliha trailing behind. Marcot chuckled and went into a trot, making Maliha laugh and she began to canter behind him. Marcot trotted along, looking back and watching Maliha have the time of her life as the ocean spray raised up around the two of them. Marcot couldn't help but smile at her.
I could get used to stuff like this.

Hope you liked the story! Thanks for looking!

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