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Based on SpringTrap from FNAF 3!

Introducing the third Antelopequid of six, a Pronghorn Antelope. This is my first theme as an artist and im super excited to present them too you guys!

Username: SpartanAmethyst
Name: Mitaya, though Shadow calls her "Mattie".
Gender: Mare
Age: 4 years
Height: 13.2 hh
Colour: Sooty Buckskin Tovero
Extra: [[suggested soundtrack: Escape by Megan Nicole]]

Please... someone notice...

This had been a very, very bad idea.

Wincing as she was painfully jostled between two other equids, Mitaya desperately tried to find a way out of the crowded meadow. She had come hoping to find a herd to keep her safe or a mate to lay beside her at night, maybe even find him. But right now, she'd be happy just to find a friend to help her not get trampled, but she felt invisible. Vibrant irises passed right over her, a myriad of haunting colors that made her heart sink ever further in her chest. The tawny mare stumbled as a particularly aggressive stallion shoved passed, snapping at her rudely before beelining for a very pretty cherry bay filly. Ears flicking back, she watched them flirt for a moment, comparing herself to the other mare. In comparison to her bright coat and shining green eyes, Mitaya was so drab and plain. Her coat was dark, despite the uniqueness of her markings, and no one gave her a second glance.

Don't ignore me... I know I exist... I'm not invisible...

Finally a path to freedom opened in the ever-shifting see of equids, and she bolted for freedom. She wouldn't come here again; her heart was racing in fear and her head spun with confusion and sadness. She felt tears prick her eyes, and the buckskin mare tried in vain to blink away the blurriness. Suddenly a grey form blocked her path, and she skid to a sharp stop, shaking her head to clear away the liquid obscuring her vision. "Well well, what do we have here? I don't know where you think you're going, but I know that you're coming with me now," the stallion said, his voice laced with malice. Mitaya's blood ran cold; she was so close to freedom. And it was the mare's choice, wasn't it? He couldn't just... The look in his hateful eyes made Mitaya's mind grind to a halt, and she immediately feared for her life. "You'll make a fine lead mare until I can find someone prettier. Just a temporary fix to my problem," he snorted, and began to approach her.

...please...

Flight instinct kicked in and Mitaya charged passed him, just managing to dodge a last-second attack as she bolted out of the meadow and into the surrounding forest. For a moment she thought she'd get away easily, but the increasing sound of hoofbeats behind her proved her wrong. Tears once again threatened her vision, and she ran faster with each stride, hoping to lose him among the trees- wait, forget that plan. The shade of the woods was short lived; in minutes she found herself on the rolling plains. She had to find cover, something, anything to get away. Why, when everyone else had ignored her, was this metaphorical demon set on getting her?! Glancing back, she saw the grey bachelor gaining on her; her lithe body and agility had given her the edge, but now her lack of power meant that he was free to quite literally overtake her.

A sudden glimpse of a dark shadow caused the mare to spook, her hooves tangling up and causing her to pitch forward, slamming into the unforgiving ground. A loud thud sounded into the otherwise empty plains, and Mitaya scrambled to her hooves and prepared to flee again, but the sound of a familiar voice rooted her to the spot. "GET AWAY FROM HER, YOU PSYCHOTIC FOOL!" The new stallion squealed, face to face with the grey as they fought. Hooves flailed and teeth flashed, each male trying to intimidate and even hurt the other; with each passing second the battle grew more vicious, crimson drops of blood scattering among the emerald grass.

It seemed like forever before the tall grey stumbled, forced to the ground by the only slightly smaller ebony stallion. Said equid still bit and kicked at the grey until he scrambled up and ran off, pride and body both bruised and hurt. They both watched until the forest shadows swallowed him, and Mitaya's frightened eyes flicked to the remaining stallion.

"Are you alright?" He asked, turning back to look at her. There was something bothering her about this stallion; he seemed so.... so familiar. Her ears flicked back, though she didn't answer. She flinched as he took a step forward, and his expression became worried. "It's alright, just want to make sure you're not hurt." She allowed him to check her legs and neck for wounds, and he didn't even test her trust. A brief silence ensued after he stepped back again. Suddenly he smirked, and something in the expression made the buckskin's heart flutter. "You don't remember me, do you, Mattie?" Mattie? She hadn't heard that name in years, ever since.... since....

"Y-you," she finally whispered, and when his smile widened she leapt forward, rubbing her head all along his cheek and neck desperately. "Oh Shadow, I-I've missed you so much a-and I don't... I-I can't..." She felt the same salty tears gather in her eyes; he'd changed so much since he'd left as a young bachelor. His base coat had faded slightly, letting the quip stand out more, but those eyes, those gorgeous blue eyes were just as soft and welcoming as she remembered them. And he was looking at her the same exact way he used to, in a way that made her feel like she was the center of the universe, and that anyone who didn't notice her didn't exist themselves.

She'd always been ignored; even in her natal herd none of the other foals played with her, only Shadow. With his rich onyx coat and darker quips, he'd always been popular with the other fillies, but he'd only ever had time for Mitaya. And that had made her smile. But when he left at three and she was still only two, the young filly had gone back to being lonely, and left the day she turned three in the hopes of finding him. She still remembered the promise he'd made to her that day: "I will never forget you, Mitaya. You know that. And one day we'll come back to this tree. Together. I promise." "I went back last year to find you," Shadow's voice suddenly said, cutting through her reminiscing. She almost melted when he nuzzled her back, holding her head close with his own. "I didn't know you'd left; I was actually on my way to the meadow just to see if I saw you."

Mitaya glanced back at where the grey had disappeared, and she gave a soft gulp. "It's a good thing you did."

Suddenly Shadow laughed, and she looked up at him quizzically. "You haven't changed a bit, you know that?" He teased lightly. "You still can't speak above a whisper, and you're still the fluffy adorable filly I said goodbye to almost three years ago. Only now," he paused. "You're taller, your coat is sleek, and I can't call you cute anymore." Pulling away, she cocked her head slightly. What did he mean? Did he think she was ugly too? Mitaya was taken by surprise, though, when the dark stallion nuzzled her face, his warm breath tickling her whiskers. "Because now you're beautiful, not just cute." At his words, the mare's heart beat into overdrive, and she eagerly nuzzled him back. "I'm going to assume you still lack a herd or a mate, and that's good. Because I'd like you to follow me. I want to make my home yours as well."

"Wait," Mitaya said softly, amber eyes widening even more. "D-do you mean...?"

"Yes," Shadow smiled. "I want you to be my mate."

It all happened too fast, like riding a rollercoaster called the "Emotionkiller Express" in the midst of a category five hurricane. Despite the shock, though, she found the frame of mind to nod happily, about to cry from pure happiness. It only worsened when Shadow took place beside her, entwining their tails softly as they began to walk forward, away from the meadow and farther into the long grasses of the plains.

The long journey lasted for almost two weeks; Shadow really had traveled far just to find her. The entire walk they caught up; Shadow told her about all of his adventures, about almost being captured by humans and meeting Arivin and helping him to protect the herd. He told her about his time in the snowy mountain peaks and days trotting through the sagebrush in the arid desert, and all of the other equids and animals he'd met along the way. He loved the way his stories mystified her, a wondering sparkle gracing her bright amber eyes as each word settled in. In turn she told him about her fewer and much less exciting adventures, about how she'd also barely escaped capture and spent many nights fleeing from wolves and other predators, sleeping alone in cold, dark caves in the hopes nothing would find her. By the time they'd reached the herd's home territory, and her legs almost buckled when she saw it.

It was a beautiful plateau, covered in the brightest grasses she'd ever seen. It was surrounded by trees, a thick barrier cutting it off from the rest of the surrounding trees. From the red clay cliff at one end a waterfall dumped cold mountain water into a crystal clear lake. It lapped easily at a sandy bank, but all of this paled in comparison to what took her by surprise. In the middle of the grassland there was a small hill, and right at the peak grew a massive oak tree. Its branches were thick and knotted, splayed in every which way to give the leaves access to the sun, making the canopy spectacularly huge and under it very shady. It made the equids gazing nearby look like toys.

"Welcome home," Shadow said softly, leaning over to rub his face against hers before leading her out to meet her new family.


*This a Themed Equid and cannot breed with other Equids of the same theme, so no breeding an antelopequid to another antelopequid

Introducing the first Antelopequid of six, a Springbok. This is my first theme as an artist and im super excited to present them too you guys!

Username: Yamaneko
Name: Gharib (means foreigner but traveller as well)
Gender: Stallion
Age: 8 years
Height: 12.3hh
Colour: Pangare Palomino Overo
Extra: Gharib means foreigner or traveler. The name says it all. He loves to travel and to explore foreign landscapes and cultures. Other equids and their herd practices are fascinating for him.

On his journeys he learned that bipeds (he always calls humans like that) of different cultures create different things for their horses and even for equids, too. Those different and often colourful things amazed him and he started to collect them as souvenirs. From time to time Gharib wears those accessories, just because he loves them.

Gharib lately joined one of the bipeds because he saw that he could reach even more places on their side. And a biped has some great possibilities to carry his souvenirs home.

Another fascinating thing are masks. Somehow Gharib feels they are more than just human stuff. Some of them are filled with a hint of magic. The stallion is committed to feel this magic when le looks at them. It's a strange feeling, a mix of excitement, a slight gooseflesh and the mood the mask shows itself. Gharib often spends some time just with staring at them.

Of course the journeys with his biped are not just for fun. They require that he participates in some equid shows or competitions. But that's ok for him because they make sure that he really meets foreign equids. Although he is not the best equid for competitions Gharib tries his best and sometimes they are even fun.

During all those journeys and new loose contacts he sometimes feels a bit lonely. But until now Gharib hasn't found a friend who shares his passion for exploring. Although he would really appreciate a friend this thought frightens him a little bit. This friend really has to share his passions because he fears a decision between a friend and his beloved journeys.

Funny fact: Although Gharib spends a lot of time with masks he never recognized that his face looks a bit like a mask, too. Only after one of his loose contacts told him about it, he saw that his face markings look a bit like one.



Story:
The square behind the buildings was hot and dusty. A huge herd of bipeds surrounded the place. Their voices mixed up with the screams of the swallows above him. It was exiting, maybe even a little bit frightening but Gharib enjoyed this scenery. He twisted his ears and raised his head to get as many impressions as possible.

A hand full of other equids walked over this dusty square, too. Each of them had a biped on their side. Most of them seemed to be a bit scarred by all the trouble around them. When he looked at them Gharib already looked forward to meet them after the show. He was sure there were some interesting characters with stories from different regions among them.

The biped next to him mumbled something he couldn't understand. But it sounded somehow depressant. Gharib snorted. There was no need for calming words. This scenery was amazing. If he was honest he didn't even want to enter the buildings for that strange kind of competition while there was so much to discover around. But it was his decision to travel with his biped because together they were able to go to places whereof Gharib dreamed at night.

Gharibs gaze wandered over the crowd of bipeds. Suddenly he spotted a small gab which revealed the tent like buildings behind all those viewers. One of them was full of equid and horse stuff. Immediately Gharib stopped moving and turned towards it. What he saw took his full attention - at least for a moment. His biped made a strange voice with a long "ooooh", which sounded a little bit annoyed. Gharib looked at the equid equipment. It looked really interesting. There were colourful fabrics with many funny patterns. They looked a bit like masks. Masks! They were one of his greatest passions. Gharib loved masks! They were fascinating and each one seemed to tell an own story. Those masks seemed to be specially made for equids. Once he had seen one of them, worn by an equid who participated in reces. But he never got the chance to get one of those racing masks. His biped called him by name and pulled the rope of his halter. No chance. Gharib neighed exited and stiffed his neck. He wasn't tall but strong. And maybe a bit headstrong, too. His biped tried their best but after a short fight, they gave in. Again they said something he wasn't able to undrestand. It sounded yielding and therefore Gharib knew he won.

His biped led him off the square, sighing but smiling, too. Together they went to this strange tent with all the masks. Gharib was really excited, now. He rubbernecked all those masks, took a closer look at one, sniffed on the next. Finally he found the one he liked best. It was made of a soft and beautiful green fabric with golden seams. And somehow it smelled of adventure. His biped accepted their fate and bought the racing mask for Gharib. The stallion lowered his head and waited patiently and persistent until they put him the mask on. Again the biped said something strange but finally they returned to the other equids. Gharib was rather proud about his victory. Too proud to care about the other equids reactions. Now he was ready for action.

*This a Themed Equid and cannot breed with other Equids of the same theme, so no breeding an antelopequid to another antelopequid

Username: dreamwalker
Equid Name: Lorrella
Gender: Mare
Height: 14 hh
Color: Classic Champagne
Parents: Lahar x Ripple

Let me know her name!

Username: addicted
Equid Name: Abrax
Gender: Stallion
Height: 14 hh
Color: Bay Overo
Parents: Plasma x Marshmellow

Let me know his name!

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Been planning this gal for a bit! Second artist custom, and wow I am terrible at coming up with quipping when I don't have parent equids to look at haha XD

Username: Folktale
Equid Name: Demir
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.2 hh
Color: Sooty Chestnut Galastra Plume

General Info

Chrysaora Basilisk are the prevalent equine creatures that inhabit the world Lucent. They roam by the hundreds, using their unique hooves to score the uneven rock and track down their most vital source of nourishment; evil. The relationship between Chrysaora and humans is a complex one. Chrysaora vocalize like horses, but are also thought to have a syrinx much like birds do and have been recorded displaying a variety of sharp, avian sounds. Their eyes layer over with a dark, murky black until their normal eye color pierces through in a great ball of electric light, radiating toward their victim's open eyes and paralyzing them. The Glare is able to stop both human and creature, and after a few days, unique to other forms of basilisk, the paralyzed being transforms into a sea nettle.

Luciferin wrote:

Lirrie wrote:can you add art or no? x.x im not sure

yes, extras are allowed!

Show off that asymmetrical face gurl

They are impling like creatures,with cat-like appearances seen on the face, ears, and fur. The tail is usually long and wip-like, with an emblem like end of a tail that holds a special floating charm. The small charm represents them in some way. The brighter the tail-end, the more powerful they are. They are like humans in the sense that they can have many personalities, behaviors, and unique abilities of their own. Their face is seen alot as if they are up to no good. Their wings are devil-chibi form but can be different as well. They are between 2-4 ft in length and 1-2 feeth in height, with the range of 10-40 lb weight.

flat colored without shadeing, highlight, mane and tail

Second foal is grown. This is the Monarch butterfly one.

Owner: trixyr
Name: Artemis
Gender: Stallion
Height: 1 inch
Type: Standard
Color: Unusual
Foals: None

Fifth foal is grown. Blue Morpho butterfly.
Oooh, I so wish I had kept this boy for myself. He is gorgeous. Perhaps I can snag a breeding slot?

Owner: Ruby-Skylark
Name: Stormwing
Gender: Stallion
Height: 1 inch
Type: Standard
Color: Unusual
Foals: None

To adopt this lovely girl show me a picture of a boat. She is a bay with a face mask, ventral stripe, hooked eye stripes and a hooked rear stripe.
Username: DobermanGirl100
RE Name: Esperanza
Height: 15.1hh
Gender: Mare
Age: 4-5

My first serret!

His name shall be Chestnut!

Owner: Rosedream
Name: Lovely
Gender: Stallion
Height: 2 inches
Type: Standard
Color: Silver Grullo
Foals: None

First foal is grown. This one is the Painted Lady butterfly.

Owner: horsenova
Name: Petal
Gender: Mare
Height: ½ inch
Type: Standard
Color: Unusual
Foals: None