[Carbon]

Username: Carbon

Equid's Name: All That Jazz

Height: 14.2 hh

Age: 4 years

Gender: Stallion

Story:

I was galloping as free as the wind that was whipping through my long mane. When all of a sudden I heard noises, as did my mares. I listened and could make out a clanky growl of "Big Box" coming towards us. I called to them to be on alert. I watched curiously from the thicket as "Two Legs" got out from the box and were grumbling among themselves... One of them said to the other "I heard there's a Fjord stallion hidin' in these parts! We could make a fortune if we could catch 'im! Our names would be everywhere! No one has seen a live one, let alone a stallion, in more 'den fifty years!" The other one said, "Bah! Those things are smarter than a fifth grader! They would outsmirt us in a likkidy split! But, it's worth a try! Do you still have the net?" "You bet! It's in the back o' the truck!" ”I don't care how smart a critter he is, he still gets hungry! And don't horses looooove carrots?” They shuffled around and popped a hatch on the back of the box and pulled out a large woven piece of twine and started stringing it up. I soon lost interest in their silly antics and lowered the alarm. We went back to grazing peacefully. We soon heard again the clanky growl of the box and its inhabitants leaving my territory. I went back to searching for predators when all of a sudden... There, before me, was a large pile of orange pointy things with fluffy green tops! What they were, I knew not... But I did know was that they smelled heavenly! I thought about calling the mares over so they could partake in this wonderful delicacy, but I decided against it. I rarely get anything just to myself, I always have to share with somebody! I feasted like a king as the pile grew gradually smaller. Before I knew it, I was down to the last orange bit. I ate it, and as I did, I heard a loud WHOOOSH! And I was trapped! The woven cord strands bit into my hide as I kicked and reared to try and free myself of this death trap. I called out in distress, but they were to far away to hear me... I waited what seemed like days for someone, ANYONE to come to my aid! Then, I heard that familiar clanky growl of the box coming, although, this one sounded more taxed than last time! It came around the corner pulling a large metal container with bars. They exited the vehicle and let out an excited whoop and danced around like small schoolgirls. “WE CAUGHT 'IM!!! WE GON' BE RICH!” they squealed. They cut away the trap on my back and put a belt-like harness on my face. I bit them. They gave me a shot. I followed them into the box like a drunken young canine and they shut the doors and locked me in with an almighty CLUNK! (Hey! I was drugged! Don't judge me...) I whinnied out of fear and got a feeble response from one of my mares. It was too late to do any good. The containment cell lurched forward and began to bump and bounce down the rut-filled track away from my herd, and directly toward civilization. After what seemed as hours, the back door swung open and I skittered out backwards, banging my head on the roof. I looked at my surroundings, surveying the possible escape routes. I was surrounded by piles of junk and old box parts! I panicked and began galloping around. I was hit in the rump by something quick and immensely painful. I felt my eyelids droop and I crumpled to the ground in a heap. When I gained consciousness again, I was in a wooden box, with wood chips under my hooves and green leafy stuff in front of me. I remembered what happened last time I ate something like that! But my stomach was convinced otherwise. It overrode my brain and I soon found myself munching on the tender moist morsels of this leafy dish. A human came in to my space by opening the sliding panel. I was ready to charge at them when I saw it was a sweet young female human! She toddled in and put her hand up. I put my nose tenderly into her small little hand. Her father came by calling “WHERE ARE YOU?” He came by my cell and saw her there with my muzzle in her hand. He took her by the other hand and dragged her out of my cell, saying “Don't you ever touch my daughter again, you filthy beast!” I was sad that my little friend had to go so soon. Two men came in and difficultly gave me another needle and I was subdued again. While I was under, they cropped my beautiful mane! The horse next to me said it was to keep my “pedigree mark”. I was disgusted! They brought me out to a stage surrounded by humans holding numbers. The horse in front of me looked terrified! She was led away. I was led out and the crowd collectively gasped. People started holding up their paddles immediately. The highest bidder ended up being an evil geneticist who wanted to perform tests on me. I went home with him as my head drooped in shame. He kept me locked in a cage being poked and prodded. After he was done with me, he just let me loose. I walked around for a bit, I found a field with a sand pit and wood chips with a large metal structure. I started to eat the grass. I saw a little girl running towards me. It was the kind little girl from the stables! I nickered at her. Her dad saw me and took me home with her. That's where I lived for the rest of my days.

[wind song]

I love Fjords so frickin much <3 My fingers are tingling to write down all the ideas I have ;u;

Username: Wind Song
Equid's Name: Medulla ~the part in the brain which controls your breathing, or respitory system if you like. An odd name for such an odd equid. Also, he is breathtaking for sure. <3
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 4 years old
Gender: Stallion
Story: WIP c:

[Desmond]

Username: -3B-
Equid's Name: Eirik (Norw., "Eternal Ruler")
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 3 Years
Gender: Stallion
Story:I was young. I was stupid. I know that now. One moment, running wild... the next, trapped by rope, tangled so badly that I couldn't move, the sounds of my mother's hooves pounding against the ground fading.

They had pursued us. They... those strange aliens with two legs and short, ugly, squashed faces. They, with no hooves to speak of, only short, strong fingers where good, herd hoof should be, and with our tamed cousins underneath them, brokenly obeying the orders of the monster astride their backs. My mother had yelled out, calling them humans and urging me to run. And so I did... but I was young, then... and she was in her prime. While she sped away, I faltered, having to go around obstacles that she had simply gone over. Unfortunately, the horses were just as good as jumping, and caught up with me easily. I struggled when the first rope went over my head and around my neck. And then more came flying at me, some snaring at my hooves, others joining the first, tearing my warm skin open.

It took eight ropes before I lost my bearing and fell to my side. They had three of my hooves, and, once I was on the ground, they quickly took the last as well. A sharp prick on my leg... and the last thing I remember is the distant hoofbeats as my mother continued her flight.

I woke up here, about one and a half years ago, still bound but by heavy cords instead of the thin, punishing rope. My head had been bound up in leather, with a thick, strong piece tethering me to the stark white wall. It was like that for days on end... and then they released me to a small field with tall, tall fences - three times my height. It was there that I saw my reflection for the first time... there that I first noticed the mutilation of my mane. I dumped the water trough that day, unable to face that type of humiliation.

The humans here… they were kind enough to spare my life and keep me well-fed and satisfied in all of my basic needs, but I’ve never gotten over losing my freedom. I’ve… I’ve never forgotten those one and a half years of freedom. I’m a prized catch to them, true, and I get the best treatment and care, but there’s no place I’d rather be than outside and free.

I still pitch fits when they trim my mane. They have learned quickly, though, and restrain me while they work. I know now to try to avoid the posts where they tie me up, but… they’re tricky creatures. They learn and adapt fast.

Usually, I’m left to myself. Lately, though, they will take me back to the cold white room I woke up in ages ago, and they’ll set those cords on me and force me to stand while they do… something. Other times, they’ll dress me up in ridiculous pieces of fabric and lead me around a huge room full of people who sit and stare. Those are the times they have me hold my head and tail high, and beg me to prance.

Fine. I’ll prance for them.

Lastly… especially lately, they’ll move me to another field. This one matches the first, except for two specific details – one side of the enclosure has a shorter fence… and on that side, there are mares.

I have never felt the rush of giddiness around other Equids in my life… but the scent of mares in the somewhat distant field makes my body sing with joy. Company! Sweet, wondrous company with females…. Oh, how I wish I could see them. I certainly hear them call to me… and I call back, screaming my happiness to the wind. But then it’s back to the old field… it’s funny how bitter that grass tastes after conversing with the mares.

Really funny….

[Robyn Hode.]

Username:Abuse's Song
Equid's Name: Liberté
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 5
Gender: Stallion
Story:
Feeling the wind tickle his legs, feeling the wind's breath travel up towards his mane to flutter and dance with each other. As he started to run he could feel the wind play with each piece of hair on his body and it felt wonderful to him, it felt exciting running again. He closed his eyes pretending to be on the mountains again, running though the rocks, jumping over the boulders, and racing down the mountain path because everything was yours, you were free there. Not here. Not anymore, as Liberté suddenly fell tripping over a hole in the ground, he fell flat on his face. Laughter rose up behind him as the people who owned him and their family watched the whole thing. It wasn't hilarious to Liberté, not here. Because each step he took her felt dangerous, unknown, and unfriendly. Each breath he took in this unknown land felt hard, damaged, and rough. This place was different, far different from his real home, this wasn't home and for that Liberté hated it here.

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[Jazzepi]

Username:
Jazzepi

Equid's Name:


Height:
14,2 hh


Age:


Gender:
Stallion

Story:

I'm breathless. <3

[Anathomy]

Username: Pony§
Equid's Name: Furfus
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 3
Gender: Stallion
Story: WIP

Sorry pulling out, good luck to everyoe else

[Aizui]

Username: WIP
Equid's Name:
Height: 14,2 hh
Age:
Gender: Stallion
Story:

[~Prussia~]

Username: ~Prussia~
Equid's Name: Norge
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 10
Gender: Stallion
Story:
Freedom. Yes, I remember that. The feeling of the wind rushing through your long, tangled manes, playing with friends and doing whatever you want whenever you want. But there is none of this such things left now. Those humans caught me unaware and locked me up, and cut my manes. I am special. At least, I was. I was one of the strongest and most powerful of the equids, the most cunning one. But I met the most cunning of gods on that unfortunate day, and he punished me because I had bragged a day earlier that I was faster than anyone. That even no god could match me in speed and cunning. The gods of Norway, where I lived my wonderful life, were truly offended by what I've said, even though I only tried to impress everyone and become the best Equid Stallion of Norway. So the gods sent Loki after me. Disguised as some slow, old peasant he stalked me day and night, invisible most of the time I guess, because I never noticed him. But I fell for his trap and when I fell down the pitfall I saw my life rushing before my eyes. He was waiting for me there. He put all my powerful abilities and put them in my manes. The longer they would be, the stronger I would be. And then he brought me to the humans. He told them how he'd find me, but that he couldn't take care of me any more. Although I was no Fjord Horse, he told the people at the Fjord Horse stud how they could use me as a mascot for the Fjord Horse showings, and how lovely I would look with exactly the same hairdo. The humans fell for me right away, and cut my mane almost immediately. Weak as I am now, I can only look at all the things people do to me.
Although I am only ten years old, this story is true, because the Norse gods are still alive, people don't just believe in them any more...

[Poisony]

(I'm such a fan from Norwegian Fjords that I have to do a form )
Username: ~Xoxo~
Equid's Name: Etan
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 5 and a half years old
Gender: Stallion
Story: 'Oh, it happened last year, it looks like it was only yesterday...Wait, let me remember that' Whispers Etan. His ears moves nervously and then he said ' Okay, here we go. It began like I tell you, I was free, young and unknown...For that moment, I mean... And so he began his story how and where he was captured. Let me tell it like he told it to me. And go with me in Etan's memories...

Etan was just 3 years old when it began. The herd young stallions, Etan was one of them, where he lived since his 2 years-birthday, was travelling through mountains nearby a large ice-blue lake. Their journey was hard, because they climb over rocks and wet grass. One young stallion slipped over that and he broke his knee. He was killed by an eagle. The equids went further and suddenly they heared a shot from something weird. 'Poow' did it. Anybody could hear it, because it echoed on the lake surface. It was so suddenly that some equids makes panic by running away, but Etan wasn't quick enough to escape from those humans. He was captured by the Two-Legs, but they were not so friendly as he first thought. He was put in a metallic box who makes him moves around. Overtaken by the panic in his heart, he whinnied as hard he could, but it didn't help the situation. After a few hours who let him think it was more then a millennium, they set Etan in a kind-off paddock, where he couldn't escape. He whinnied all the time, and humans with white floating coats came to touch him with no result because the young stallion tried to bite them. Finally, on his 4 years-birthday, they let him free, but one time tamed, always a tamed equid. He search human-contact. He found new friends, but will never forget that terrible moment when he was captured by those special humans.

[mawsoleum]

Username: Koiyote
Equid's Name: Cimaro in the wild, renamed Vvuulf. (vul-ff)
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 2.
Gender: Stallion
Story:Told from his point of view, I just compare him to a wolf. Had a lot of fun with this. Also, a ____ mark means there is a large time skip. Since these count as words on my docs, I could only have so many. There may be other time skips without it. I apologise in advance for my odd writing style. End of this, start of story. This is not counting in my words because this is not part of the story. Story;

I watched them carefully.
Ten men huddled around a fire looking drunk, irritated, and exhausted. They had been hunting for horses all day, but had failed to bring any in. I had been tracking them for days, sometimes charging or mildly pestering them. I hadn’t attacked, though. Not yet.

A wolf howled somewhere, but was left unanswered. Obviously upset at the lack of reply, the canine continued on. The men looked at each other with an anxious glare and one stood up boldly, pointing his arm to the sky. “Shut up, you damn wolf!” With that he flung water on the upset fire and went inside his tent, leaving the nine other men scrambling in the darkness. The fire no longer illuminated my face, I was in ominous darkness.

When you’re being the hunted, you have two choices. Run as the hunted and hope for life, or turn and become the hunter. I chose the second.

They had just broken from their sleep. All of them were packing their makeshift homes into bundles and loading their poor horses, which were tied to a hanging branch. I couldn’t make my move now, not with that branch in the plot. I waited. Finally, they were ready. It seemed as if they were heading away from the deep wilderness, back to a small rancher town that loomed over a river and deep valley. I would not let them get away, not at all. I ran towards them and reached out my neck to bite the hindquarters of a horse harshly. It moved quickly from there.
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I spent the night tracking them from afar, remembering. My attack was vicious. I had knocked three of the ten men off their horses, spooked all but one horse, and trampled one man. He was the one whose horse I bit first. The disloyal horse threw him to the ground, all but one of my hooves came over his body. I remember my words well ,“No matter, I care not whether the creature lives or dies.” I chased them off from the area, except for one man on the horse that did not spook. He had been muttering to himself.
___

I kept on walking. The group had gained ground more than I, as I had been too consumed in my thoughts to bother speeding up. I didn’t notice that they had halted about a thousand feet away. The man saw me and yelled out.

“You are wild as the moon, horse!”

His words confused me. A moon was not wild. I would later, in my cell of wood and creaky sounds, learn that was just the point. He continued.

“We are the stars! You are the moon! You may seem larger than us, but in reality stars are much larger than the moon!”

He left it at that, and the group galloped off. I followed. I had no idea how much of a mistake I made in doing so. I simply had to figure out what he meant, though, stars, moons. I followed them until they camped again. I fell asleep behind a rock, hidden from their view. I had plans for the next day, more schemes to drive the humans off of my, our, homeland, stealing our lives and horses.

The next morning I was attacked before I fully woke up. Dogs barked in each direction, yelling my name, yelling something in a language I didn’t know. They seemed to communicate with each other well, but I was clueless. I attempted to ascend to my feet as quickly as possible, but the brutes with the odd language bit my legs gently, but well enough to hold me down, and kept me from running. Quite suddenly I felt a prick in my neck, spotted a man standing on a hill diagonal from me, and an odd, long wooden pipe which he was taking from his mouth, smiling. My neck went numb first, and then my eyes. I felt nothing. I watched, fully awake but completely asleep, and humans swarmed my body, tied my legs with ropes, and threw longer, sturdier ropes around my neck. With great effort they put me on some sort of stretcher, it took them quite a while to do so. They attached that stretcher to the saddles of some other horses who were not being ridden, gave them a slap on the rump, and I was moving. We moved slowly. The human who had been in the saddles walked alongside their horses now. We left my home area.

I began to wake up hours later. I attempted to move my feet, but the ropes were strong and my neck was tied down anyways. I struggled a bit, just trying to cause irritation inside of the people. They returned my moving with another sharp jab in the neck, and I was gone again.

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I woke up in a small corral. I hadn’t the faintest idea of where I was. Buildings were on all sides but to the west. They were wooden and simple, but modern looking. This place was new. I, still somewhat dull, attempted to pull myself up and run towards the corral gate to jump it, but I found my head tied to a large wooden pole. Instead of struggling, I decided to observe. The scent of horses came from the east, where a breeze was blowing. The place had an odd scent, metal and chemicals. A lab, perhaps.

In agony and confusion, I let out a howl-like bellow, attempting to find a response. I found no one. I tried once more, desperate.

A man, the same man who had called to me, threw open a door and yelled out. “Shut up, you damn wolf!” I heard him mutter more. He closed the door slowly, and the light that it cast on my face began to thin more and more until I was left in darkness.

I was not free. I was theirs. The wolf cries loudest when in pain.