[ImogenEquine]

Username: ImogenEquine
Name: Odin
Gender: stallion
Halter Colour: matching his lovely eyes <3[preset, choose colour only]
Story; [art OR writing]

Odin spent his youth as a shy and nervous colt. He was one to jump at loud noises and be startled by his own shadow. While the other colts would go off deep into the forest together, he would stay back, sticking to the safety of his mother's side. "It's a dangerous world out there; I'm just being smart.", he would remind himself time and time again. The colt didn't know what was wrong with himself; he couldn't see what made him so out of place while all the other colts seemed to fit in perfectly together. He yearned for their confidence and their carefree nature, but he didn't think he'd ever have either. He lived his early years as a worrier, never stepping out of bounds, never leaving the guaranteed safety of his parents, too afraid to test the water. He didn't want to be thought of as a coward, but he couldn't push himself to face his fears. This would soon change, but as most things, it took time... And the help of a young mare.

Odin spent the vast majority of him time alone, even as he got older, and he honestly began to accept that fact that he'd never be like the others. When a filly ambled over to him, he was startled at first, but he glued himself to the spot, hoping that she hadn't noticed his reaction. Anxiety began to set in quickly, his mind already swirling with thoughts; he was nervous to talk to anyone at almost any time, not to mention he was also already questioning why someone would come to speak to him. He was snapped back into focus when she began to talk. "You're Odin right? Like the god? The Norse one?", she questioned, not bothering to pause between them. He opened his mouth to ask what she was going on about, knowing nothing of Norse mythology, but she didn't stop. She went on to explain the whole story of the god before she let him say a word. He began to speak, but cut himself short. "A god... Of both war and wisdom? Heavily associated with magic, you said? But -", he began, spitting out the questions as she had, unsure of where his nervousness had vanished to while he did so. Enthusiasm lit up her face as she heard his words and began to explain further. After talking for what felt like forever, Odin had seen the point; he could be just like the god, he just needed to face his fears; he'd found his calling in a place he'd never even noticed was with him all along; his name.

From that day forward, his friendship with the mare flourished, and with her help, he broke out of his shell. She pushed Odin to do what scared him and refused to take no for an answer. Eventually, fear became a thing of the past for the stallion. Without it controlling everything he did, he was able to be himself fully; he could focus on other things now. He felt like he was finally living his life. He'd had the strength in him all along he realized, but he'd just needed a bit of help to find it.

[husky.]

This contest will close in approximately 5 days from now. All unicorn contests will close at the same time, though will likely be judged at different times.

[kortico]

Username: slit
Name: rivenlark // riven
Gender: stallion
Halter Colour: gold and the color of his eyes? if not, then just a mild gold will be fine uwu
Story; (This story is written through the pov of a young filly, Elowyn, who rivenlark encounters/observes. sorry it's kind of vague at the end, it's the first 'part' of this whole story thing I have in my mind)

"Fairy Ring"
(exactly 750 words)

Don't step into a fairy ring, they were always warned. They are tricks of the winged creatures, their deadly magic masked by friendly lies. She knew the stories, she was raised with the truth rather than being fed lies. But- a foal's curiosity was strong, and it could override any kind of cautious warning. So the two young souls found themselves entering the old forest for the first time. It was full of joy, it was full of them kicking their hooves up into the cold, sharp air. In the midst of the childish rebellion, they lost each other. The twisting brambles and tree trunks confused them, and somewhere along the line the foals went separate ways. Elowyn hadn't been scared- no, she knew the way back, and so did her companion.

The scream is what caught her attention. It was a shrill, sharp neigh that pierced the air like needles to cloth. With wild eyes, the young filly scrambled to the sound of the cry and, through vines that tangled around her hooves, she rushed to the source of the situation. She saw her friend, the young colt. He looked scared, he looked beaten down. But Elowyn couldn't understand why he had screamed, he looked fine. He was just standing in the middle of a clearing. With mushrooms around his legs.

A fairy ring. He couldn't move, her friend was trapped, he was paralyzed by the cunning magic of the fairies. She opened her maw to call back to him, to scream for help, but nothing but a raw squeak left her throat, no matter how frustrated she got that no noise could come. In the few seconds of silence that stretched between them, she herself felt paralyzed even if she was the one who was still free, and her poor companion was looking frantic as ever, his breathing heavy and breath coming out in sharp plumes that ghost through the air. Then there was another noise, one that was similar to talons or claws on a rock, the kind that made your skin crawl and ears want to curl into your head. In that moment, Elowyn did something she'd regret forever. She let her eyes close. And she didn't see what happened- the only witness would be a stallion neither foals had known previously, a mythical looking beast himself.

Rivenlark called these woods home, along with the very secluded highlands that only few nomadic villages knew of. Through his years on his earth he became a very wise stallion, he knew the dangers of the ancient lands and the fables that came with them. He knew of the fairy rings, and he has seen many a fool come into the fate this blonde-pelted colt had. The noise of the two foals had caught his attention from his grazing post not too far off, and despite his light coat he was a master of keeping out of sight. There was nothing to be done, there never was, and though this was not his first time seeing such a horror happen to a young one, his heavy heart had accepted the fate of young Aoife the colt.

When Elowyn's eyes opened, the sight before her was enough to stop her heart. And so she ran. And she never spoke word of this ever again.

Rivenlark stayed even after the filly, in a shell-shocked state, bolted home. The ring was empty, nothing but a thin trail of smoke rose up from the ground, and a burnt tuft of mane lay inside of it. Riven knew better enough than to step inside to retrieve the evidence, but it was a shame to not bury what little was left. He wondered briefly as to what the other foal would tell her herd, perhaps that the colt was dead, but Rivenlark knew better.

Elowyn was never told what happened to her friend, and never will she tell what that day held- not even as she grows from a filly to a mare.

RIvenlark? Well, he would move on, though a part of him had a wanderlust yearning to where he knew that colt had gone. He will continue to wander his lands, hidden from the sight of humans, refusing to be tame- never again seeing the small filly who shared presence on that faithful day. The colt? Oh, Rivenlark will see the colt once more. When the last stone is collected, he will be able to join the colt after years of being lost.

[feverrr]

I'm finishing my comic tonight ( ty gator for anatomy / lines help if you see this btw ), and since I'm gonna be busy decorating for my sister's bday party tomorrow, wanted to drop in a good luck ! everyone's forms look amazing, and the comic has been a fun ( tho extremely time consuming ) experience !! definitely my largest art project to date. <3

[cinnamonroll]

I'm also dropping in to say that my story will be posted by tomorrow evening :3 Btw, good luck! It's been fun <3

[jumbojamba]

Can I still join, or can I not join after the end date? I saw that TigerRocky and flurr, have edited their form for stuff after the end date and wanted to make sure if I can do stuff even after the end date because you have not judged yet.

-jumbo

[feverrr]

I edited in credits because I forgot to the night before, and I'm not sure what happened with Tiger. nwn
but the end date was a while ago, so you're not allowed to join.

[husky.]

Username: slit
Name: rivenlark // riven
Gender: stallion
Halter Colour: gold and the color of his eyes? if not, then just a mild gold will be fine uwu
Story; (This story is written through the pov of a young filly, Elowyn, who rivenlark encounters/observes. sorry it's kind of vague at the end, it's the first 'part' of this whole story thing I have in my mind)

"Fairy Ring"
(exactly 750 words)

Don't step into a fairy ring, they were always warned. They are tricks of the winged creatures, their deadly magic masked by friendly lies. She knew the stories, she was raised with the truth rather than being fed lies. But- a foal's curiosity was strong, and it could override any kind of cautious warning. So the two young souls found themselves entering the old forest for the first time. It was full of joy, it was full of them kicking their hooves up into the cold, sharp air. In the midst of the childish rebellion, they lost each other. The twisting brambles and tree trunks confused them, and somewhere along the line the foals went separate ways. Elowyn hadn't been scared- no, she knew the way back, and so did her companion.

The scream is what caught her attention. It was a shrill, sharp neigh that pierced the air like needles to cloth. With wild eyes, the young filly scrambled to the sound of the cry and, through vines that tangled around her hooves, she rushed to the source of the situation. She saw her friend, the young colt. He looked scared, he looked beaten down. But Elowyn couldn't understand why he had screamed, he looked fine. He was just standing in the middle of a clearing. With mushrooms around his legs.

A fairy ring. He couldn't move, her friend was trapped, he was paralyzed by the cunning magic of the fairies. She opened her maw to call back to him, to scream for help, but nothing but a raw squeak left her throat, no matter how frustrated she got that no noise could come. In the few seconds of silence that stretched between them, she herself felt paralyzed even if she was the one who was still free, and her poor companion was looking frantic as ever, his breathing heavy and breath coming out in sharp plumes that ghost through the air. Then there was another noise, one that was similar to talons or claws on a rock, the kind that made your skin crawl and ears want to curl into your head. In that moment, Elowyn did something she'd regret forever. She let her eyes close. And she didn't see what happened- the only witness would be a stallion neither foals had known previously, a mythical looking beast himself.

Rivenlark called these woods home, along with the very secluded highlands that only few nomadic villages knew of. Through his years on his earth he became a very wise stallion, he knew the dangers of the ancient lands and the fables that came with them. He knew of the fairy rings, and he has seen many a fool come into the fate this blonde-pelted colt had. The noise of the two foals had caught his attention from his grazing post not too far off, and despite his light coat he was a master of keeping out of sight. There was nothing to be done, there never was, and though this was not his first time seeing such a horror happen to a young one, his heavy heart had accepted the fate of young Aoife the colt.

When Elowyn's eyes opened, the sight before her was enough to stop her heart. And so she ran. And she never spoke word of this ever again.

Rivenlark stayed even after the filly, in a shell-shocked state, bolted home. The ring was empty, nothing but a thin trail of smoke rose up from the ground, and a burnt tuft of mane lay inside of it. Riven knew better enough than to step inside to retrieve the evidence, but it was a shame to not bury what little was left. He wondered briefly as to what the other foal would tell her herd, perhaps that the colt was dead, but Rivenlark knew better.

Elowyn was never told what happened to her friend, and never will she tell what that day held- not even as she grows from a filly to a mare.

RIvenlark? Well, he would move on, though a part of him had a wanderlust yearning to where he knew that colt had gone. He will continue to wander his lands, hidden from the sight of humans, refusing to be tame- never again seeing the small filly who shared presence on that faithful day. The colt? Oh, Rivenlark will see the colt once more. When the last stone is collected, he will be able to join the colt after years of being lost.

Congrats! This one intrigued me, I'm curious to see what story continues after this c: [halter will be added soon]
Thank you to everyone who entered!

[kortico]

actually cries i'm about go to school and work for the day and i didn't do a bunch of homework and oml,,,
i 'm s MILING ahhh i'm so going to start the continuation of this story when i come home <3 THAN K YOU !!!

[husky.]

I'm so glad this made you feel happy, this was one of my favourites of the Unis so it makes me delighted to see him going to a good home c: