[SpartanAmethyst]

Username: SpartanAmethyst
Equid's Name: Rok; Old Danish form of Old Norse Hrókr, meaning "crow, rook."
Age: 6 years, 6 months, and guess how many days?~
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story: wip c:

Applying! Would I be allowed to add decorative lyrics on the side that coincide with the story? c:

[dragons whisper]

Username: dragons whisper
Equid's Name: Skullix
Age: 2 yrs
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story: W.I.P.

[jillybean711]

reserve

[rottenmutt]

Was I left behind?
Someone tell me, tell me I survived
And don't look so surprised
that I'm home, but just for tonight
With rough hands and sore eyes
So don't speak, I am tired
Let's just live through this lie

She says I swear too much
She says a lot of things
Well I'd swear every other word if I could
For her, I'll make an attempt

Sometimes love isn't about
how much someone suits you
But how much you're willing to change
to suit them

All my bones are dust
(two people too damaged too much too late)
And my heart sealed with rust
(two people too damaged too much too late)
These hands will always be rough
(two people too damaged too much too late)
I know this won't count for much
(two people too damaged too much too late)

One day my hands were too soft
One day she said, "I'm tired"
One day her clothes were on my floor
One day, empty bottles

I'm not saying she's my last
I'm just saying that she could have been
It doesn't matter how rough these hands get
It doesn't matter 'cause I'm not her man

Rough hands, rough days
Rough hands, rough nights
Rough hands, rough season
Rough hands, rough fights...

All my bones are dust (Rough hands, rough days)
(two people too damaged too much too late)
And my heart sealed with rust (Rough hands, rough season)
(two people too damaged too much too late)
These hands will always be rough (Rough hands, rough days)
(two people too damaged too much too late)
I know this won't count for much (Rough hands, rough season)
(two people too damaged too much too late)

Username:
S y k e s

Equid's Name:
Crow

Age:
3

Gender:
Stallion

Height:
14.3hh

Story:
One eerie night.
A dark haunting night.
A stallion raged through the lands.
Anger and hatred running through his veins.
Pain and suffering on his mind.

[Folmes]

Username: Holmes & Watson
Equid's Name: Discord
Age: 8
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story: WIP ❤

[l i o n.]

{dropping out. whoever wins him, congratulations c:}

[_Wolfgirl_]

Username: _Wolfgirl_
Equid's Name: Salem
Age: 5 years
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story:
Salem stood at the top of a hill, looking down at the small town below. The moon was full, casting an eerie glow on the mist filled earth. Salem watched the town, which was bustling with activity; the young humans were dressed in odd clothes, even stranger than what they wore normally. One of the herd elders had said that this night was when human celebrated the dead and dressed up as their fears in honor of them. He had been warned to stay away from the town, but he couldn’t help it!
With an excited snort, Salem cantered down the hill and came to a halt right outside the first human home, standing like a statue in the shadows. He gazed at the house in awe, not moving a muscle. Pumpkins somehow held fire in their mouths and eyes, dark ghostly figures swayed from the trees in the slight wind, and there was a blood curling wail coming from a small black box near a bowl that seemed to attract all of the human foals. While distracted by the sights, Salem missed the approach of a group of humans, coming right at him.
The human foal let out an excited squeal when it saw him and turned to its companions. They chatted excitedly, in clipped human language. Salem stood there, frozen, terrified for his life. He had never seen humans this close up, and they were terrifying. Suddenly the human reached out a hand and it came for his face. Everything slowed down, he saw the hand coming for him, getting closer and closer, and Salem snapped. He reared up in fear, letting out a shrill whinny.
The young humans screamed and turned away running, attracting the attention of all the nearby humans. They all turned and stared at Salem, causing him to rear again in fear, his form silhouetted against the full moon. More screams came from the nearby humans, but Salem didn’t stay to watch, he turned, and fled into the night, letting out another fearful whinny. He ran blindly, fleeing back into the comfort of the mountains, never to know what effect his misadventure would have on that town.
For, now a legend remains in that town, the legend of the phantom reaper WME stallion. The humans say that it is the ghost of a vengeful WME with glowing red eyes and blood in his mane. They say he wears the skull and ribs, two bent in the form of the number thirteen. It is said that if you see this WME, you will be cursed for thirteen days… Halloween became a day of fear for years, everyone watching out for the feared phantom. Yet what the humans never knew is that it was just a curious colt, looking for an adventure, who happened to appear right on Halloween

[cmichb]

Username:
Equid's Name:
Age:
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story:

[Charchar2]

stunning * W *

[stoatkiss]

Username:
Equid's Name:
Age:
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story:

reserved, be prepared for a loooong story