[defiance.]

Owner: Risk.
Horse's Name: Cinema
Height: 16.0hh
Gender: Mare
Rarity: Very Rare
1 Extra: Art <3

[cowgirlchrista]

Owner: Cowgirlchrista
Horse's Name: Aralynn
Height: 16.0hh
Gender: mare
Rarity: Very Rare
1 Extra: Art is a WIP

[snowbutt.]

Owner: snowbutt.
Horse's Name: Demeter
Height: 16.0hh
Gender: Mare
Rarity: Very Rare
1 Extra: She is usually seen with one of her eyes closed, it doesn't really matter which one it is, though she usually closes her left one more than the right. It's something she used to do as a young'en to make a close friend of hers laugh senselessly, named Cinch, and it became a habit that stuck.

[tynahi]

Owner: Tynahi
Horse's Name: Hiro
Height: 16.0hh
Gender: Stallion
Rarity: Very Rare
1 Extra: wip

[Cloud']

Will close this tomorrow!

[NARANDA]

Owner: NARANDA
Horse's Name: Havilah
Height: 16.0hh
Gender: Mare
Rarity: Very Rare
1 Extra: A Story

The newborn filly brought it's front legs up, straightening them as best as she could before attempting to put weight upon her hind legs as well. She shook as she lifted herself from the ground, attempting to stand for the first time, but her front legs gave out. She fell back down, almost making a face plant into the ground. She lifted her nose in the air, looking at her mother as she laid there, and shook her head before attempting to stand for the first time once again. She repeated this over and over again until, with a little help, she stood shakily for the first time, and soon after took her first steps. She let out a little whinny of victory, marking the beginning of her story.

She kicked up some sand behind her, as she jumped in the around and ran around her mother, over and over again, enjoying the wind in her mane and the sand under her hooves. Her mother was watching her filly as they traveled across the desert together, alone. This would be the last time she ever saw her mother.

The storm was sudden, and the sand prevented the two wanderers from seeing even a foot in front of them. Havilah was confused and scared, trying to stick close to her mother's side, but the sand in her eyes prevented her from seeing where her mother went. She cried out, getting sand into her mouth and causing her to cough. She could hear no replies over the raging winds, having strayed too far from her mother. She started to panic, spinning in circles, her cries becoming louder but failing to be heard over the sound of the storm around her. She started to trip and stumble as she panicked and cried out desperately, losing all care about staying upright and focusing on finding her mother.

After the storm had settled, she realized she was truly alone. All she could see for miles was sand, bare sand with nothing else in it, nothing else to break the sight, her mother was nowhere to be seen. Havilah cried out again and again as she continued to wander, her hope waning as time passed. A feeling of hopelessness took over and exhaustion started to take its tole on her. She cried out one last time before she let herself fall to the ground in defeat. She laid there, stunned by the events that lead to her losing her mother. She was confused and unsure about what to do now. She did not know where to look, which direction to go. She laid there for a while, resting her tired young legs.

She started to wander once again, hoping to find her mother, but mainly seeking just anything that could be of help or use. Another equine, water, food, anything to comfort herself, to break the never ending sea of sand created by the storm that took her mother away from her. She did find these things, one after another. A mare to take her in found her after her second day of wandering, and soon after she was led to water. Hope of finding her mother had become but a small strand, lost in the sea of sand that was their last destination together. Many possibilities came to her mind, but she pushed them back, hiding them in the back of her mind, too scared to think of the reasons for this destiny, too sad to imagine her mother searching for her hopelessly like she had done. She marked this as a new start to her journey, the start to her true story.

[stride]

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Aerin

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16.0hh

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stallion

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very rare

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His pockets are heavy with the weight of galaxies;

The void behind his eyes is heavier;

he of all people should know that all stars burn out eventually;

Yet, he's never burned brighter.

[Sandy Hoofprints]

Owner: vetwannabe
Horse's Name: Mosquito ("Kitty")
Height: 16.0hh
Gender: mare
Rarity: Very Rare
1 Extra: her personality

Kitty is a dreamer and very free-spirited. She gets on with everyone and loves to make others happy, even at her own expense. However she doesn't like taking advice, or having her ideas questioned. She can be quite calm and serious, but always imaginative - she often is the one to solve a problem with her outside-the-box thinking.
She has a few curious habits; she always closes her eyes when she is thinking; she sways her tail and pins down her ears when she is angry; and she won't eat flowers.

Likes
~ Other animals, like cats and dogs
~ Turnips
~ Dressage

Dislikes
~ Rain, hail, snow, cold
~ The dark
~ Carrots

[Cloud']

Owner: SkySmoke
Horse's Name: Saga
Height: 16.0hh
Gender: Mare
Rarity: Very Rare
1 Extra:
She dreams of dressage...and the beach...and something that feels like home.

Saga was separated from her herd and lost in the desert when she was a yearling. The only thing that carried her through the first few weeks were her dreams of her herd. She held on to the belief that she would find them, even though she knew it was next to impossible. They moved too much and it had been too long.

She eventually wandered close to humans...a training stables at the edge of the desert. She would spend her days hidden in the dunes watching the humans and the horses that they interacted with. This is how she fell in love with dressage. The graceful, fluid movements made her forget everything but what she was watching. She started to pass the days mimicking the movements she watched; graceful gliding across the sand in a dance all alone.

The longer she watched, the braver she became and she started coming closer and closer to the arenas; so close sometimes that she could hear the humans as they spoke. There was one young girl who rode daily and always told her horses stories. Saga's favorite story is the one about training on the beach. The young girl spoke of the beach in a way that made it feel like if Saga closed her eyes she could transport herself there.

The sand, warm and soft but not uncomfortably hot, it moved and changed just like the desert sand except for at the shoreline. There is where the sand met the sea and transformed into a hard, packed surface that clung to your feet and legs. The ocean; a vast body of water that was in constant motion, much like the sand. It hit the sand in waves, a never ending meeting between land and water. The sound of the waves was a constant dull noise, soothing and powerful at the same time. There was almost always a breeze and the place seemed magical; never the same yet always changing at the same time is always the same.

Her favorite dream is the one where she is there, dancing in the waves...

Congrats!

[puckish]

Congrats, SkySmoke!