[lichenfeather]

Your Name: Lichenfeather
Horses Name: Njaa (Hunger in Swahili)
Height: 17h
Gender: Stallion
Story Hunger... such absolute hunger. Famine wreaked the herds of the wild born Mustangs. The tribes that survived on the Oasis' deep in the desert were dying, and all seemed futile. There was no point in trying anymore. Eldest of all, the tribes wisemen came together and found the solution. The horse known as Njaa, the dark one, must be killed. Njaa only showed up during the driest years. Shortly after he dissapeared back into the never ending sea of sand, life would return. Only this time there was no return. The horse must die.

[I have no love]

Your Name:
I have no love
Horses Name:
Hajat (Indonesian for hunger)
Height:
17hands
Gender:
Stallion
Story
The young girl stood at the edge of the well, pulling slowly on the rope that would lower her bucket to life-giving water below. it was such a long way down and she sighed. She could hardly remember the last rain, it's cooling touch on her skin was nothing more than a wistful memory now. But still she had hope. Her village was on a well traveled road and many horsemen came from miles around to water their horses before setting off again. Lately they had been coming bearing stories of a beautiful stallion. His coat, they say, was black as night with a patch of white on his flank. They said he would be there one second and gone the next, like a phantom or a mirage. But the girl knew better. She had grown up with the stories of the desert people, and there was only one horse so dark and so quick. Hajat, bringer of rains and master of hunger, and from the stories of the men it seemed he had heard their prayers and was on his way. 'It will rain again' thought the girl 'and we will live another year.'


(I hope this is OK, I did it a little bit differently in trying to convey how important Hajat was to the desert people.)

[Angua]

Your Name:
Angua

Horses Name:
Ghoul
(name cames up when i read about chinese hungry ghosts, damned to eat the dead)

Height:
17h

Gender:
Stallion

Story:
Among our hooves trembles not only the ground, it trembles the world. The Humanity only heard the ringing of thousands of little bells without realizing that this was our takeoff to bring the world to an end. Its true that the time that is given to us, isn't that much, but this moment belongs to us alone. Noticus Mengun to my right, Aries to my left and beside him, Thantos gallops - a wall of death. Our mouths frothing as well as our breast and our flanks quivering with excitement.The heartbeat drowns out every thought and the adrenaline erases any fatigue or pain. Aries tries in his exuberance to bite into my neck during Thantos seems to sing in sheer anticipation with every breath. Myself, besides the joy, the hunger press ahead. The hunger in its absolute pureness, my very own burden. Only the aim is able to satisfy the searing appetite. Although we are brothers of desert, belongs to an old breed of Mustangs, it isn't correct to say, we are the horses of the four horsemen. Now we are part of them. Only together we are a whole. The apocalypse in its entirety.

I am aware that the story is close to the limits of your rules and perhaps an epic fail, but i try to catch his nature deep as possible and im a fanatic fan of the four apocalyptic horses. So, it was necessary for me to catch exatly this scene to describe.

[Verdana]

Your Name: Verdana
Horses Name: Void (after the yawning chasm of hunger in the bellies of those he punishes)
Height: 17h
Gender: Stallion
Story
Void is old (as old as civilisation, some say) and over time, he has become the reverse of all superstitions about long-maned Desert Appaloosa Mustangs. Instead of bringing rain, Void is said to halt the rain, and watch as villages starve and return to the sands they sprung from. Legend has it that Void was not always so unforgiving. He was born with a good heart and an inquisitive nature. This curiosity led him to be sighted by the first humans as a yearling, and caught. At first, the humans treated Void kindly, in the hopes that he would bring them rain. At first, he did. But the humans grew greedy, and their punishments waxed as their kindnesses waned. Void's heart grew bitter and turned against humankind. The rain stopped, and no matter what the humans did, Void would not bring it back. It is said that he was released back into his desert home, and he fled without looking back. Now, his descendants (or perhaps the original horse himself. Nobody could say for certain) wander alone, shunned by many of the herds for their unyielding hearts and malicious acts. Many of the humans of the desert have forgotten about Void and his vendetta, but some villages still look upon the coming of the black, long-maned Mustang with fear, and say that, when the black hole horse is sighted on the dunes, dearth and suffering is never far away.

[versicolor]

Your Name: Jelli
Horses Name: Rome (after the famine there that lasted between 400–800 AD, causing the population to drop over 90%. It is associated with the Fall of Rome).
Height: 17h
Gender: Stallion
Story:
As a young colt, Rome's life was simple. The only thing he had to worry about was fights with his brothers. He had yet to become the highly feared, yet respected stallion he would grow up to be. He had three other brothers, whom he did not like to have much to do with. The group of wily stallions meant trouble and they were quite the dysfunctional group. They wreaked chaos wherever they went. Rome was the quiet one, he rarely spoke. He didn't much like to become involved with the others' issues. Eventually, they group grew apart. They could not live together with all their rivaling differences. So they broke off, to peruse their own lives. Take claim for their own destinies. It was for the best, after all. Rome liked the new solitude that came with his new found freedom, it was a refreshing change from all the constant bickering. However, it was hard for him to bond with others very well, for wherever he went he brought upon misery. He used to hop from one herd to the next as they would not let him stay long. Eventually Rome gave up on this, and consented himself with simply being a loner. He had decided he didn't need the safety and protection a herd would have to offer, because he thought himself to be quite the strong and invincible stallion. That was, until the humans managed to find him. He had been stupid, straying much too close to their desert settlements. To his surprise, they had already started forming myths and legends about him. They said it was a true curse to ever take sight of Rome, and that instead of bringing rain, he prevented it. He was one of the four heralds of immense bad luck, along with his three other brothers. The humans feared him, hated him even. As soon as they caught sight of them, it struck fear into their hearts. They wanted to kill him. They wanted to rid the world of him, as they thought of him to be an evil demon spawned from hell. They nearly succeeded too, for Rome's arrogance was his one major flaw. Covered in gashes and bruises, Rome retreated back into the desert. He was immensely weakened, something he had not thought to be possible. From that day on he promised to bring misfortune upon the humans that wronged him. He was known to hold nasty grudges and to have a cruel heart. He wanted to see the pathetic humans suffer. They never threatened him again.

[HopelessOutsider]

Your Name: FireWarrior
Horses Name: Ischyrós {Strong in Greek}
Height: 17h
Gender: Stallion
Story: Born to be WILD:
Wild wind blew as his father stood on a small hill looking over the herd. His father always had his eyes on a young mare done in the pass, he had finely gotten her. Abut five mouths latter the lovely appaloosa mare bore him a black appaloosa, his coat was jet black and they named him Ischyrós, because he was strong. Ischyrós was big for his breed and handsome. He had a bold, and wild heart that would latter be used for killing a lion. But that's another story. In the next days he grew up and became a lovely stallion.

[Queen Vivane]

Your Name: Queen Chrysalis
Horses Name: Ebon Heart
Height: 17h
Gender: Stallion
Story
He stood watch over the rolling sand dunes. His silhouette stood dark against the night sky as he flicked his gaze up to the moon. It was full tonight and he reared a salute to it before leaping off the sand dune and beginning a gallop across the desert. He was the only creature around to hear the steady rhythm of his hoof beats as they thudded against the sand leaving behind faint prints to show that he had raced across the shifting surface. The almost fully black stallion galloped past the human settlement whose occupants were mostly sound asleep. There was a gasp from one of the men on watch as the stallion spun seemingly on the spot and vanished. He cried out as the horse flashed into existence in front of him. With only his eyes and teeth showing the black horse was a terrifying sight as he loomed in front of the man who silently prayed to be spared the wrath of the creature in front of him. All at once the stallion was gone and the man sank to the still warm sand in relief.

The days that followed the encounter were harsh. The food in the stores was found to be rotten and even the desert plants that usually grew so strong, withered. The tribe was slowly starving to death and the village wise man announced that they had been cursed by the spirit of famine who took on the guise of one the fabled Desert mustangs.

[Doodle Buddy]

Your Name: Doodle Buddy
Horses Name: Juliet's Romeo (Romeo)
Height: 17h
Gender: Stallion
Story: For years, I've been searching for the place called paradise. When I was a young colt, I lived in a small oasis with my mother and a few other mares. We were part of a big herd but we were separated when I wasn't born yet. One of the older mares, named Shaqui, use to tell me amazing stories of legendary horses, strange creatures and paradise. I liked that story the best. She told me no one knew what paradise looked like because everyone has their own thoughts on what it should be. I want to find mine because a few years ago, the creatures from Shaqui's stories came and destroyed our oasis. I separated from the others. So I will search for my paradise...maybe they will be there...

[~Nonexistant]

Your Name: Darry
Horses Name: Ribcage
Height: 17h
Gender: Stallion
Story: I struggle to my hooves on trembling limbs; my bones sore in every joint. The blank void filled my head, showing me nothing of my previous life. Finally I snap my eyes open to see my new world unfold in complete chaos. I step lightly with my head slumped in caution. The pain flowing through my veins slowed my mind and body. My skeletal structure popped through my flesh, however, somewhat unnoticeable. A new creature approaches me from behind; I leap upon my two back legs and threaten to club the monster's head with my blunt hooves. This creature had unreasonable power over my actions, as I slowly pulled back to all fours and listened to his thoughts uneasily. My new world had been created, this human as my master and myself as the prince. He taught me power, destruction and unspeakable ways of my developing future.
Markings note: Neara, I see a different skull 3 or 4 different ways in his blanket XD

[Bast-et]

Your Name: ~Bast~
Horses Name: Seraphim
Height: 17h
Gender: Stallion
Story Seraphim always knew his power. Large and strong and beautiful, he was the quintessence of a perfect horse. But that was a deception. He was a fiend- the ultimate forbidden fruit, a famine in this forsaken desert landscape. His long hair, a sign of rain, was a tease. His travels brought no rain, and often only sandstorms followed in his wake. On this particular day, Seraphim moved across the shifting sands, a dark mark against their golden tones. It had been months since his last sighting of life, and the dust on the horizon raised by nomad's ponies made him prick his ears forward. His stride lengthened and his body curved toward the dust cloud. His long black mane and tail waved out behind him like a dark fog. And with each beat of his hooves against the ground he strode closer and closer. And when he crested the hill that hid him from the nomads his sensitive ears heard their gasps; he had appeared like a malevolent spirit with no dirt cloud to announce his approach. He raised himself on his back legs, an image of perfection, and at his call the ponies reared and rose to answer his siren's song, leaving their riders stranded in the sand. And then he raced away, a mirage except for the destruction left behind him.