[Inupait]

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[heterochromia]

Username: txrquoise.txrtles
Name: Wessler
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4 years
Height: 15hh
Story: Darkness, darkness everywhere, with fear and the sickening smell of himself. For once, the trembling was not caused by his body, but of the wagon transporting him. The trembling, combined with the non-ideal scenario, left him with the reminiscence of discomfort. Wessler hated the feeling of discomfort, even the tiniest bit. It may not be that bad.. Despite the attempt to convince himself of positive thoughts, the truth stood blatantly in front of him. He was dying.

I am not scared. His simple thoughts spoke the truth, while he always resented the thought of death, he wasn't scared to die. Death was just another part of life to him, the final page of a storybook. The trembling began to worsen, and within moments, light slipped into his eyes, which reminded him that he was still alive. The light then began the cover the walls of the wagon, and soon, the word darkness was replaced with light. Light that gave him hope.

A figure stood in the opening, and for some reason, Wessler trusted it. Although the wagon had ceased moving, the trembling in Wessler was becoming more severe. The figure comforted him, and he fought the urge to sleep. There wasn't any visible darkness, but in Wessler's mind, he felt the darkness pulling him in. Helplessly, he closed his eyes, accepting his fate. The figure didn't allow that. The anonymous figure began a spark of light in the dark, and even though Wessler slept, he knew it wasn't the end.

[.Hot Potatoe.]

Username: .Hot Potatoe.
Name: LeoNardo {Dont ask he just looks like a LeoNardo.}
Gender: Stallion
Age: 3 year's
Height:15.2 hh
Story:Hopefully the way i set this up is alright. It's strange what type of music your listening to can create ;D

Why so mysterious? Is it becuase of how he match's the illuminating night sky? Or the dark figure's that haunt us and copy our every move? Or is it just becuase he's so shy? In my eye's he doesnt seem mysterious but " magical ". He does strange but wonderful thing's, and those dark magic looking eye's..... There has to be something he's hiding... But what? Seem's so innocent but then again not at all, it's revolting me with disgust. I need to know! No I must know, but who know's him well enough that i can talk to?
{Some one who want's to hear his story}


You could call him different, you could call him mysterious, you could call him whatever you'd like, but LeoNardo was truly magical in my eye's. It's been a few week's since I've last seen him but i can tell you one thing, when he was a youngen he was rebellious and wanted to know more about everything, destined for adventure, you could never shut him up for his curiosity got the best of him. He wanted to do so much more with his life than wander around with a herd full of just mare's. He had no one to talk to besides me and even then he seemed sad and out of place. Like a misfit or an outcast. Sure there were other colt's around but they just looked past him and necessarily didnt want anything to do with him, ive heard how theyve talked about him seeming mysterious and dark. Im not sure if it was just how he looked, or if it was just them but all the filly's adored him.

Oh! I'm his grandmother by the way, his mother died while giving birth sadly and his father was misplaced from the herd by another stallion. He's always wondered about them and doesnt seem to remember anything about his mother and often ask's where he came from. Ive always had to explain that he had alway's had a mother and he still does, he just cant see her. But by now i think he's caught on, anyway's, Leonardo was so determined to do something more with his life he just out of nowhere decided to tell me that he's leaving. I must say I was stunned at first but I let him do what he wanted to do. I hadnt known where he had been or what he had done for only just a few weeks ago is the first time in 2 years that ive seen him. Apparently he work's with a magic show and know's many trick's nowaday's and there's of course something magical about him.... He's quite handsome as he's alway's been but he's different. A good different and im happy for him.

[.Watch.Shield.Kill.]

Username: .Watch.Shield.Kill.
Name: Anomie
Gender: Stallion
Age: 3
Height: 15 hh
Story: His name was not always Anomie. At an earlier point in time, he was Halcyon, a physical reminder of the pleasant spring afternoon in which he had entered the world. The mares of his herd fawned over his ideal demeanor: curious without channeling rebellion. His mother gave him love like no other in the world: protective without the overbearing weight of suffocation. Even his father, regardless of the fact his son bore little to no resemblance to him, was overwhelmed by how perfect this foal was. Halcyon was to make a fine leader someday, his destiny practically written in the stars. But so happy was the herd, they blinded themselves to an unfortunate spear of envy. Her name was Aspen, and her own foal had mysteriously passed away just days before Halcyon joined the herd. Ever since, she had been plotting.

As such, nearly a week after Halcyon was born, Aspen found herself ready to act. The night was still young, but fatigue from a day of traveling had the herd asleep within minutes. If all worked out well, it would take but some gentle prodding and delicate footsteps- maybe, just maybe, a nip or two- and Halcyon would be hers. But naturally, the foal’s dam woke up, and the two mares furiously fought for motherhood. In the end, Aspen’s agony catapulted her into the metaphoric winner’s circle, and she took Halcyon far from the herd they had once considered family. The tragic cries of the foal almost drove Aspen back, pity blooming in her broken heart. But the shame of returning, coupled with the sensation of quenched fury, immediately trashed the idea.

Almost two days later, Aspen was brought to a new herd courtesy of a large black stallion. He failed to understand the wonder that had previously surrounded Halcyon, and on several attempts tried to abandon him. However, despite Aspen’s triumphs in keeping “her” son, the others mares of the herd followed their stallion’s example and their own instincts, isolating the newest members. Still in shock from his abrupt separation from his real mother, Halcyon quickly grew to understand he was not a real member of this herd. He was an outcast, expected to walk through the motions of belonging but never truly earning acceptance. And these equids, they were so different! It seemed impossible for the young foal to ever embody “halcyon” again...So he embraced his new role in life. He understood his real place in this world. He was, and remains, Anomie.

[flyteck]

Username: flyteck
Name: Constantine
Gender: Stallion
Age: 17
Height: 15hh if allowed, if not then 14.3
Story: I grimly paced along the rocky cliff edge, my tail swishing in irritation. Today was a day like any other, spent patrolling my borders. Unlike most equids, I had always chosen to be alone. The presence of others irritated me. Up here, guarding the edge of my little series of plateaus, I was king of my own domain, and subject to no one. I gazed up at the grey sky, pausing for a moment. An enormous raindrop hit me square between the eyes, and I snorted in annoyance. Although most others would have gone for cover now, I was subject to no one and nothing. Including the weather.

I stood my ground and continued my march, unwilling to abandon my post. A crash of thunder drummed through my chest and the sky split open, drop after drop of rain pounding down, turning the ground into a tumultuous dance floor of raindrops and mud. The wind picked up and some dry leaves whirled past my head. I watched them as they disappeared into the ever-blackening sky above. The well-worn rut of hard earth that bordered my land was beginning to turn into a slick tract of mud, but I continued my march. If I fell to my death then so be it. But I knew I would not. I squinted a bit as I shoved into the rain and wind, turning my head to keep my eyes from the storm. It was then that I noticed something behind me, several miles off. A satin white equid was galloping along the top of a ridgeline, somehow able to keep her footing on the narrow precipice.

However, that was not what caught my attention. The fact was that she was in my territory. I did not allow any animal into my land. This was unacceptable. I turned from my path and took off across the flat plateau towards her, my feet skidding slightly on the soaked grass. “YOU THERE!” I cried out, thundering towards her. She didn’t seem to hear me. The mare continued to run until she reached a small outcrop of trees, many missing most of their leaves. Not much shelter really. She stood under them and stared at the sky, breathing heavily. I stormed towards her, ready for a fight. She turned my way, and we made eye contact. Something about her gaze caught me off guard, and I slowed. I had no desire to run her off. Maybe after the storm. I walked briskly to the trees and stood under their branches with my back to her. She said nothing.

[SnivelGriff]

Username: Mσηα
Name: Zephyr pronounces ZE-fr often called Zef
Gender: Stallion
Age: 2 years
Height: 13. 5 hh
Story: The grass was slick with dew, the moonlight shone through the tree tops. Zephyr trotted on, ears poised, listening for sounds of anyone who could be following him. A twig snapped and Zephyr whipped his head around, his heart racing. He stood stalk still. There was no more noise. Zef gave a small snort and trotted on. His long tail swaying slowly from side to side at he trotted on. The moonlight illuminated everything in sight. Bathing it in a silvery glow.

That's when Zef saw what he was looking for. A single silver flower stood alone in the clearing. Zephyr inhaled the crisp night air. He trotted over to the flower, and ever so gently, plucked it with his teeth. Zephyr had heard the mare of his dreams talk about this flower, and he found it! He was quite pleased with himself now. Zef raced back to the stable, careful not to drop the flower.

When he finaly arrived, Zephyr gently placed the delicate flower on the ledge of the mare's stall. Zef trotted back to his own stall, smiling like an idiot


Hope you enjoyed! I'm a little rusty

[cowgirlchrista]

WIP

[y i n]

Username: Fault Upon Stars
Name: Don't Fear The Reaper
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6 Years Old
Height: 14.2hh
Story:
Wip

[CopperChaos]

Ok I see there are some odd heights. For equids, height is measured by hands. Hands work in a system of like 4 inches, and equids have a range of 12 to 15 hands no shorter no taller with an average in the 13s and 14s. So an equid can be for example13.0hh, 13.1hh, 13.2hh, 13.3hh, 14.0hh, 14.1hh, 14.2..... and so on. So 14.4 or 14.7 isn't possible. Just letting you all know so you can fix your form and have it correct

[Luna~tic]

Username: Luna~tic
Name: Paris
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6 years
Height: 14.3hh
Story: WIP

Dropping out, he's just not for me.