[addicted]

Username: addicted
Equid's Name: Mado
Age: 14 year old
Height: 14.3 hh
Gender: Stallion
Wild/Domestic: Uncontrollable- Wild
Personality/Story:
Art:

[cleave]

Username: TheLastGalaxy
Equid's Name: Hades, Greek God of the Underworld.
Age: 5 Years.
Height: 14.3 hh
Gender: Stallion
Wild/Domestic: Wild.
Personality/Story: Hades reared back, his body jolting as his front legs raised into the air. A determined neigh echoed off the canyon walls as the ropes tangled around his body. Stomping stubbornly against the earth, Hades could hear the thumping of his heart as his adrenaline raced. "He's quite the rowdy one!" A man's voice heaved out with effort, his knuckles white against the rope that was laced firmly around Hades neck. Hades knew if the man got the rope tied around the horn of the saddle he didn't have much of an escape. He pulled fiercely, fire in his eyes as he charged forwards. The abrupt movement startled the man as he fell back, gripping the reins of his own mare. The grip loosened and triumphly, Hades stepped back. The beat of his heart dropped low in his chest as his breathe hitched and he fell, seeming to trip over another rope. It seemed the fight was not yet over. Rolling back up to his legs, Hades thrusted forwards, pulled back and charged forward once more, the man who held the rope struggling to restrain him, "Hurry up and get back on your saddle; I'm loosing him!" The man yelled in a frustrated sigh. Hades stamina slowly was decreasing but never gave up his hopes of freedom. Being held in a rounded fenced in area was making him grow mad and he knew out in the wild is where he belonged. It was where he was raised and he had no intentions of being around humans and their 'pets'.... Oh how he despised that word. Kicking and spinning, Hades knew he must continue on forwards and the rope around his neck dug forcefully into his hide. Pain would not allow him to give up. No, the only pain he'd be suffering is the mental longing for freedom. The rope tightened and tightened to no end and he knew he was growing weak. His legs were shaking and his desperate breath ragged. It seemed so hopeless.

"No!" A frustrated yell from behind the stallion grumbled. As if his wishes had been answered, the rope loosened and the weight behind him subsided. Immediately he took off, dashing like the wind down towards the forest. He was going home and nothing was in his way to stop him.

Word count: Roughly 362

(Heh, sorry if this was too much. c: Got carried away.)

[MapleNeko]

Username:
Equid's Name:
Age:
Height: 14.3 hh
Gender: Stallion
Wild/Domestic:
Personality/Story:
Art:

[Raw_Silver_Studios]

Username: Raw_Silver_Studios
Equid's Name: Yin
Age: 4
Height: 14.3 hh
Gender: Stallion
Wild/Domestic: Domestic
Personality/Story: WIP
Art:
I draw more dragons than i do horses...hope you can tell its a horse x3

[Lady Tuesday]

Username: It's Tuesday Again.
Equid's Name: Jack Frost (Frosty)
Age: As old as time
Height: 14.3 hh
Gender: Stallion
Wild/Domestic: Frosty is domestic, but loves to explore as his owners give him the freedom he desires as they know he will always return to them when they call.
Story: WIP
Art: I'm gonna do a "Jack Frost nippin' at your nose" piece! <3
The world through his eyes

[gallivant]

dropout

[horsesrule76]

Dropping out, just won another quid Good luck to everyone! <3

[Doodle Buddy]

Username: Doodle Buddy
Equid's Name: Monte Cristo (I'm curious if anyone knows where this name is from :3)
Age: 3
Height: 14.3 hh
Gender: Stallion
Wild/Domestic: Wild
Personality/Story: wip
Art:
Art piece 1: wip
Art piece 2: n/a
Art piece 3: n/a

[ban]

Username: bansly
Equid's Name: Easton
Age: 15
Height: 14.3 hh
Gender: Stallion
Wild/Domestic: Domestic
Personality/Story: At his prime, Easton presided over an impressive harem. The stallion brimmed with confidence and finesse, every decision revered by his mares. Easton led with kindness, never overstepping his boundaries as a leader. Benevolence paired with an impressive presence made up the formidable, but kind, Easton. However, as many things do, it has changed.

Now, Easton is plagued with terror every moment. The stallion is always on edge and bogged down with paranoia. Easton was thrust into the foreign world of humankind, and escape is the only way he may ever regain diminished valor. At the mercy of humans he has been stripped of former glory and made into a timid, wary, temperamental, and mistrusting beast.

His stable-mates are not bothered by the presence of his human jailers; which makes them off-limits. Easton has learned to trust no one. Mentally barricaded and alone, Easton bides his time in silence. He comes off as a very twisted individual with his incoherent grumbling. Despite his detached and uninvolved demeanor, Easton is intelligent. But what he possesses in knowledge he lacks significantly in mental resilience.

His former standing as a leader rarely surfaces, and never entirely, except when Easton is left alone in the pasture and indulges himself by tearing up the terrain, releasing all of his negative energy. That, sliver of a moment, is the only time he experiences a rare sense of tranquility. All it takes is one sideways glance of those fence posts to keep the wrecked stallion in check.
Art:"They've got me. It's over", "This is not my home", and "As long as I keep my eyes closed"

[Amberlilli]

Username: xXAmberlilliXx
Equid's Name: Etso
Age: 6 Years
Height: 14.3 hh
Gender: Stallion
Wild/Domestic: Wild turned Domestic
Personality/Story: There he was. The leader of a large herd, Etso. The trappers couldn't believe it! The 'great and all-mighty' had walked right into their grasp. The gave a chuckle and advanced on the clueless quid. Etso didn't know they were there, not untill it was too late. The quid peacefully grazed on an outlook close to his herd, before he heard the 'crack' of a whip and the shout of a man. They yipped and yapped as the quid bucked and bounced, trying desperately to destroy the ropes around him. They ran the quid through ropes and below whips before the quid collapsed in their clutches. One of them gave a mighty laugh and clutched the unconsious quid in his arms. "We got the 'all-powerful!" He had laughed mocking the quid before him. Esto let out a quiet whinny in an attempt to escape, but his freedom was gone, and that was that.
Art: "The Great All-Mighty"