[c o r r i o n a.]

username; w h i t e. b o y
name; The Wailing Imperial Embodiment // Lialament
gender; mare
why are they yelling?
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Ahh wip, pos. show name change....

[withtheroses]

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username; ♥rose♥
name; A Bloodied Angel // Själ
gender; Mare <3
why are they yelling?
Gasping for breath, the woods tearing at her dress, and the brambles scraping up her arms. The thunder of hooves follows her as she bolts through the forest. Almost...home, so close she could taste it. Leaping over a fallen log she falters, tripping over a sharp twig that stuck up from the wood. It slashes her foot down her arch, cutting deep. Screaming, she shoves her hand over her mouth, muffling her scream of pain. Reaching her arms outwards, she scratches at the earth, dirt clogging under her nails as she drags herself up and takes off running again. Clenching her teeth each time her injured foot pounds the ground, the blood flying from her foot every time it lifts off the forest floor. She starts to stagger as her vision blurs, her life blood spilling before her very eyes. As a heavy darkness creeps in from the edges of her eyes, she spots the house, or more of a cabin. Nearly wrenching the doors off its handles, she bolts inside, grabbing a kitchen towel off the table and quickly wrapping her foot before rushing upstairs into her grandparents' closet. Quickly bandaging her foot up a little better, she replays the events that got her into this closet, being chased by someone out for blood. She knew she should have stayed close to her grandparents out in the woods, and not snuck into that old cemetery by that house on that fog covered hill. Hiding in that crypt was the next bad idea, and opening that casket was even worse, oh and going into that suspicious tunnel that lead from the bottom of the casket. But she did, and what she found down there was perhaps the worst of all. Who knew she’d find a smuggling depot down there, of none but the mafia? And that while she was sneaking around, there was someone there who heard the pitter patter of her feet on the stone chamber? Well someone did, and threatened her with her life if she ran, but being the ignorant girl she was, she did. Out of the crypt she ran, followed closely by the mysterious mafia member. As he mounted his horse, she ran into the woods hoping to lose him, but she didn’t. The girl snaps out of her memory as the door to the closet opens, and the dark face of the man loomed over her. The last noise she made was a scream, so blood curdling and shrill, that that sound would stick with her in the afterlife. Now her spirit haunts the house, now abandoned, and wanders the very path she used to try and escape from the cemetery, wailing and screaming so that not even the wildlife come near this dark forest.
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All of this craziness is me conceptualizing her into a human being so ignore that...xD

[Ariana Black]

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[heyheygirl101]

username; heyheygirl101
name; The Banshee Queen // Sylvanas Windrunner
gender; Mare
why are they yelling?
extra; Maybe art.... maybe mood board

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hey everyone, this comp will end 30 december 2018, around 8PM EST

[Mango30]

username; Mango30
name; Anela Lilo (meaning Lost Angel in Hawaiian // Screams of the Lost
gender; Mare
why are they yelling?

The screams..she couldn't get the screams out of her head..

What was supposed to be a simple trail ride, turned out to be the disaster of her life.

Her rider and a couple of her friends had gone out on a forest path in the middle of the day. The sun was shining, not a cloud in sight. Anela Lilo, Lilo as her rider lovingly called her, was in between the two other horses accompanying them. She didn't know them well, but talked to them nonetheless.

She didn't know when, but at some point they turned off the trail. The smooth dirt path had turned into crunching leaves and uneven mounds of dirt. Lilo didn't mind, but the other two horses seemed rather uneasy. They had been out for a while now, the sun was starting to lower itself into the horizon. None of them had realized it, dark clouds had formed. Crash!

The loud crash of thunder rolled without warning. All three horses had spooked, but were quickly calmed by their riders. "There! We can go in there!" yelled the rider in front of Lilo. An uneasy feeling made its way into the pit of the mare's stomach. Her rider squeezed her quite suddenly, turning her roughly into a cave.

Rain started pouring from above. The cave kept them dry, but it was dark. The distant crashes of thunder were gradually getting louder and the sounds of the rain hitting outside of the cave pounded in Lilo's ears. The mare knew something was wrong. This frightened her, since most of the time when she has a bad feeling, it turns out to be right. It has not been false thus far.

Her fears rang true when a loud creak was heard.

Lilo's rider started to open her mouth, prepared to ask what the noise was. She was cut off when the ceiling above their heads caved in. Terrified screams replaced the words about to be spoken, Lilo's own terrified screeches among them. Instantly, she felt an agonizing pressure accompanied with pain on her back and her side. She was being crushed. Feebly, she lifted her aching head that was spared from the cave-in. She could see what caused this disaster. An old pine tree that had succumbed to the storm that continued to rage without remorse. She tilted her head slightly, desperate to see her companions. She was able to see the other two horses. One lay still, unmoving. A large rock locked her view of his middle. The other was feebly trying to wiggle out from under the debris, pure terror in her eyes. Lilo's eyes met hers. A choked neigh came from the other. There was nothing that could be done for her.

She tore her eyes away from the panicking horse. The riders. Where were they? Lilo twisted her head as best she could to gain a better view, ignoring the horrible pain as much as she could. She saw a hand of one of the rider's peeking out of the rubble, as if it were reaching out to grasp something. No movement. She shifted her eyes from the sight and saw the other rider. Shortly after, Lilo had to look away. It was too much. Humans were so frail. But where was her human? A flick of the ear, and she barely heard it. "Lilo.." The mare's eyes widened, recognizing this voice. desperately, she tried to shift her body to gain a better look. However, it hurt too much to move. She had to settle with twisting her head as it would allow her. She could see the frail frame of her rider. Her tired eyes met her own and the human smiled. Then, they stared off into space. Grief stricken and having no desire to die, Lilo started to neigh. The neigh turned into a scream. She continued until she could no longer scream.

It wasn't until morning that they were found. The atmosphere was still heavy from the rain. Lilo had screamed her throat raw by then, but the screams helped the searchers locate them in the long run. It took many careful hours for them to remove the debris from the only surviving mare. As she was taken out of there, her eyes were almost devoid of emotion. All who saw her doubted that she would survive. But she did. It took several tiring months for the mare to heal physically, but she would never be able to recover from such a traumatic event. Despite being one of the quietest mares in the barn, her mind was always raging. The screams of her companions rang in her head constantly. It got worse whenever it stormed, where she would have flashbacks and scream the same way she did that fateful night. (789 words)

extra; WIP (Theme song(s)?)

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oops forgot i was gonna judge this.. extending for a week!

[Mango30]

Friendly bump?

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Friendly bump?

working on judging currently - needed some more opinions

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I really struggled with this one guys- i love this tolt so much too that it's hard to give her away- i cry.
After much debate & the help of some lovely people, it's been decided that this girl will be going to OutdatedBoombox. Of the applicants you chose an interesting take in that she actually had died and your form was also well rounded. To the others, I enjoyed your forms as well! But at the end of the day there can only be one who owns this girl. So without further ado, congrats!

username;
OutdatedBoombox
name;
HG River of Torment//Llorona
gender;
mare
why are they yelling?
She has been alone for almost as long as she can remember. The winter air stings her lungs and yet she still continues to cry out as she struggles to wade in the knee deep water. The current fights against her, dragging her every step down to a leaden crawl. Her coat is sodden with river water and tears. Abandoned, left behind, rejected. She has wandered this riverbank since she was young.

She remembers it well. She was a new mare, only four, beautiful and carrying her first foals within her. The herd had always needed to cross this river in the summer, when they migrated to fresher grass. She had made the trip successfully before, even surviving as a new filly. This time was different. She took a step, then another, and another. It was too late by the time she noticed the slate bottom of the river slipping from under her hooves. The current, strengthened by spring's snowmelt, swept her down. The mare's body battered against the rocks as she struggled to right herself, her legs flailing uselessly through the water column while she sank deeper and deeper. Her cries never reach the surface, the water eagerly rushing into her lungs and choking her to silence. The mare slowly drowned, entombed in the icy, crystalline currents.

That would not be the last anyone saw of her, however. That winter, an unlucky few began seeing- and hearing- the apparition of a spotted horse. Crying out into the darkness, her misty breath disintegrating into the sky. She is searching. Searching for the herd that left her behind. The herd she will never run with again. Her keens are as clear and sharp as the river she's trapped in. She is an omen of things to come. Darkness. Death. Disease. A symbol of the future accident that will befall the witness. Few have come face to face with her, and fewer still have lived long enough to speak of her appearance. She is as beautiful up close as she is from afar, but there is something wrong. Something very, very wrong. She is sodden, dripping wet despite her almost floating mane and tail. Her soft, milky eyes are blank and glassy, yet still provoke the unnerving sensation of being watched. Perfectly clear water leaks from her nose and mouth in a steady stream. Her beautiful coat hides greyish-purple, frostbitten flesh underneath. She is freezing and clammy to the touch. Some report that- at times- she appears to be followed by the faintest specters of two newborn colts. Other times, she is supposedly seen with one of her various victims astride her back.

Although her appearance is unnerving, she is docile. Only a warning rather than a direct cause of what her victims will suffer in the future. Her cries to be found and grieved for herald an unfortunate fate to those who can hear them. [484 words]
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Mostly done! I might pretty up my form a bit but aside from that...