[BIGBANGisVIP]

Username:Black Sabino
Equid's Name:Ivar (pronounced ee-vahr norwejian)
Height: 14,2 hh
Age:12
Gender: Stallion
Story:"Well young children...I shall tell you a story about when I was captured. Yes I the great and noble Ivar was infact captured in a horrid way." He snorted and looked at all the young equid's that watched him with widened eye's."It all started when I was only one year old. I was galloping with my friend's when suddenly they scattered. I looked around but could not find them. I nickered to them but they did not nicker but. I heard nothing not even a tiny snort. I became very frightened." "What does f-f-fightened mean mister Ivar?" A filly asked. "It mean's vey afraid my dear. Anyway I was galloping faster and faster trying to find my friend's. And then a rope flew in the air and over my neck. *put's head down* I was captured...." *look's up to the foal's who's eye's did'nt even blink. They were locked onto the stallion. "I watched as my friend's ran away. I cryed for them but they fled...They were'nt my true friend's....Then they took me to a barn, They cut my coat to test it, they brushed my mane and clipped my hooves, they then cut my mane. It looked so weird to me....but I got used to it...and then..then they intruduced me to other equid's. I had found other equid's who were tame! I was so happy I rushe right over to them but they wanted nothing o do with me. I snorted and rush through the herd. "Hi hi hi hi! Hello hello hello!" I exclaimed as I galloped past them. They just scoffed at me...I decided to go back to my stall. I stayed there for day's. Barely eating or drinking anything...And then one day I saw a human come to my door. They haltered me and took me out to the pasture where I saw other equid's my age! I was so happy I leaped over to them and we started to play right away. We played tag, we played hide and seek, and we raced each other...Oh it was just great..." He smiled as he thought back to it. "And that is the story of when I got captured.."

[G.L'S]

(*drops dead* he's gorgeous!)
Username: G.L'S
Equid's Name: Annerledes
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 3
Gender: Stallion
Story:
It all started way back in the wilderness of what the two-leggeds call "Norway" in their language (funny creatures). I was merely a budding weanling striking out as a near-yearling in my parents' harem atop the local fjords. I was at that aggressive stage in my youth, always picking playfights, raising the stakes a little, always getting into trouble. Just your typical impsh youth.

However the lovely sentiments of my becoming a holy terror did come back to bite me. I was around nine months old during the early onset of winter when I took my escapades a little too far. My parents had seemed more agitated than usual about something and my being too absorbed in my childish lifestyle, didn't pick up on it. I wanted to go exploring but they had said no, and were quite frank about it I may add. Despite my mother's demands and my father's sharp tongue, I snuck off down the fjord and went to go exploring on my own.

I was having a wonderful time romping around for a few hours before I realized I had no idea where I was. I let a little bleat out for my mother but heard no reply. As I tried to backtrack for my herd, snow began to fall until it whipped around like a tirade around me. My parents had sensed the tempest but I had not in my foolish concerns. Trying to squint through the white sheets of falling snow, I squealed in terror for my family as I tried to jump through the accumulating snow.

After what seemed like ages, a light caught my eye from further away in the blizzard. It swayed to and fro as it slowly approached me and voices of an indescernable language grew louder and louder until I was able to make shapes out of the darkness. Standing up to my knees in snow, it was very hard to retreat when I realized these creatures weren't equids. They caught up to me and covered me with drapy things, threw something over my head and used it to pull me by the neck. Unsure of where else to go and feeling so weak, I didn't fight for long and followed very worriedly. Only because they smelt of warmth and treats.

[nuvola]

Username: Yoru 夜
Equid's Name: Khodie
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 4 years
Gender: Stallion
Story: WIP

[Anathomy]

Just one question: Do we write a story where we write when he/she startes out wild, then gets tamed and get gets wild again or just wild and then tamed.?

[Manx]

Username: Manx
Equid's Name: Chance of a Lifetime (Chance for short :3)
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 5 years
Gender: Stallion
Story:

Fear…

It was the only word that could be used to describe what the stallion was feeling. He heaved himself forward with all his might, galloping swifter than the wind. Yet, despite all his power, all his might, they were still coming. The noble king of the Norwegian plateau was now no more than a horse running with everything he had. The strange creatures that chased him walked only on two legs, and the strange things they rode in gave them unnatural speed and endurance. If anything, though, they were persistent. Heaving, the stallion raced forward, determined to leave these creatures behind him. His lungs burned, and his head hammered with the constant drumming of his heart, every strike of his legs carrying him farther and faster. For the first time in his life, the stallion had met his match…

Broad buildings were gradually becoming clearer as the stallion raced forward. Attempting to turn was useless, as the strange, noisy creature the two-legs rode in cut him off every time. Vitality was quickly draining from him, and he knew it would be impossible to keep this up much longer. Already it was hard to think, between his thundering heart and light headedness from his quick gallop. The looming building was growing closer, and he was running out of time. Never before had the stallion felt fear. Now, fear struck him to his heart.

Desperately, he let out a fearful whinny, holding onto the thin hope that someone, anyone, may be close enough to hear his desperate pleas. The creatures drove him onward, forcing him nearer to the structures. Only a few minutes later did the sound finally fade. With that knowledge, he slid to a shaky halt, glancing behind him. Terror raced through him as he realized that this place was teeming with two legs. Several closed a large, black tarp closed behind him. He realized, much too late, that this had been their goal, to force him into the trap they had laid.

Panic surging through him, he looked desperately for any means he could use for escape. Glancing around the closed fence structure surrounding him, none came to mind. With the humans now approaching him, encouraging him to move deeper into the facility, it was time for one last desperate measure. With every bit of energy still left in his weary muscles, he charged forward, toward the fence, and leaped. His front legs cleared it without a problem, but with sudden pang of pain racing up his hind leg, he knew he hadn’t quite made it. Coming out of the jump, he stumbled, and a sudden burst of fiery pain leaped up his right front leg. He was free, but it had come with a cost.

Energy renewed from his success, he struggled to his feet to get to his feet. Pain was the only thing that met him each time, forcing him down once more. The stallion snorted from the pain, and his panic was beginning to return as the shouting two-leg voices grew nearer. It was no use, though. The pain was simply too much. Closing his eyes in defeat, he laid his head onto the rocky ground. His breath still came in short gasps from his own fear, the run, and now the searing pain. The drumming in his head hadn’t let up, and if anything, was now worse. It was hard to hear anything over the constant pounding.
A gentle hand touched him, and although he flinched, he made no attempt to move away. Around him, there were several of the two legs. Although fearful of them, his pain, exhaustion, and overall defeat simply made him lay there weakly. Several were now touching him, gently holding him to the ground. Moments later, he felt a tiny sting in his neck, and then cool liquid seeping into his body. It was nothing compared to the throbbing pain of his leg though, and he ignored it. Slowly, the pain in his leg started to lessen, but as he did, he felt himself relaxing and growing groggy…

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It was well into the next morning before the stallion fully awoke. He blinked in confusion, glancing around his surroundings. The pen he was currently in was fairly small, barely allowing him to take a few steps to either side, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of comfortable dirt. His strained leg had also been bandaged in a stiff material, allowing little movement. The stallion struggled to his feet, his muscles stiff from his frantic galloping. The pain in his leg had lessened considerably, and as he tested it, he found he could in fact walk. With a shrill whinny, he paced to the side of his enclosure, hoping someone, anyone, may hear his forlorn neigh.

For days, the stallion limped back and forth in the pen, refusing to take anything offered to him, and doing nothing but whinnying to the empty space. With each passing hour, he grew more and more desperate for his friends, his family, his kingdom. Yet, it seemed now only to be a wishful fantasy… With hunger and thirst gnawing painfully within him, he finally gave up his desperate whinnies, and dropped his head in defeat. He was a nameless, fallen king, who had once had a large, prosperous land, and now had to suffer through the life of a lowly peasant. Only then did he take the food and water that was offered by the two legs.

In the days that followed, he began to take notice in one of them, a young female that would come to him every day, and talk in warm, comforting tones. Though it took weeks, she finally gained his trust, slowly but surely. With his new friend at his side, his mind changed about his imprisonment. Perhaps, this life wouldn't be so bad after all…

She had given him the chance of a life time, and that’s precisely what she named him.

Chance…


(( Other than perhaps a few tweaks of grammar and spelling here and there, all done. ^^ It comes to a grand total of 999 words. I had to cut it down a little, but I did it. xD Oh, and by the way, the reason I keep referring to him as a 'king', he because I saw him as a lead stallion, with his own herd. That would be his 'kingdom'. ^^ Just in case I didn't make it very clear. xD
Anyway, he's a very lovely equid. <3 ))

[VasHappening?]

Username:VasHappening?
Equid's Name: Parzival
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 3
Gender: Stallion
Story: Parzival blinked slowly as his ombre tail swished over the soft grasses of the mountainside that seemed to form a small valley with richer greens that filled the empty spaces along the river shore. The equid had lived within this valley all his life and he knew it well, even recognizing herds that only came in the winter to eat the greens. The dun stallion had left his herd to form his own, but lately he gotten some attention from horse herds that occasionally passed by; it must have been because of his odd coloring. But once they saw him up close, they changed their minds before leaving him.

Parzival lifted his dark muzzle, his mouth filled with clovers and mixed grasses; it was the perfect season to court a mare. He finished chewing before taking a few careful strides down the steep side, his small hooves sliding a bit in the looser dirt. The mocha-colored brindles stood out on his legs, marking him as the agile equid he was; he was not a horse even if he had the coloring of one.
The dun stallion proceeded on, barely pausing to study his surrounding before moving onto the river that snaked through the valley. Before long he reached the bottom of the valley before noticing a dark mare that drank out of the river. Unable to hear that threat that approached from the opposite end of the valley, Parzival moved forward at a leisurely trot as he shook his head to fluff his mane up. A human crew had been scouting the valley for the last few weeks after one of them noticed some of the odd colorings that the equids possessed.

The stallion moved forward, stopping when the small herd flicked their long ears before bolting off as if they had been shot. He heard high pitched whinnies come from the river area before he spotted something that froze him in his tracks. Humans.
They moved quickly in something that he had never seen before; a dark green colored vehicle that came barreling towards him with incredible speed. For the next few moments Parzival stood frozen before his instinct came in; he turned on a whim and dead galloped as fast as he could to the other end of the valley. His hoofsteps seemed to echo in his head as his heart seemed to roar for it beat so quickly. What the equid was feeling was pure terror; it ran through him like a deadly poison that threatened to end his life at any moment.

Parzival approached the end of the valley, fearing that he would be trapped by the sheer cliffs that lined this part of the valley; the only escape was to take a narrow path that broke off not too far from where the stallion was. He thundered down the pathway of shorter shrubs and greenery, beginning to veer towards a well-worn path that would lead to his escape.
The green monster roared as it gained ground on the stallion, stopping short when he took a path that was too narrow for them to follow; they didn’t seem to be upset or angry, in fact they seemed contempt with what had occurred.

Parzival ran through the path way, only to have his fear confirmed; it was a trap. As soon as he had rushed into a small opening in the rocky path, the humans had blocked either way of escape. There was no option of flight in this case; his only choice was to fight for his freedom. The stallion reared, letting out a squeal as a rough rope was thrown around his neck and pulled down to control his head. Parzival lashed out at any who dared to approach him; his nostrils flared, not with anger, but with a fear that he had never experienced before in his life. Whatever happened next would result in his fate; it was a fear that left him confused and scared. It poisoned his thoughts, leaving him unable to make a choice of action that might have had the opportunity to result in his freedom.

A human raised a long stick at the stallion, and he pulled a trigger that resulted in a sudden popping sound. Parzival squealed when he felt something that hung close to the crest of his mane; a colorful dart hung there, releasing something that blurred his vision and made his muscles disobey him. The stallion collapsed onto the rocky ground with a large thud, the fear that once radiated off his fine coat was now fading into the harsh landscape.

Time had passed when the stallion had woken once more; to his dismay his mane had been cropped to a length that horrified him. How would he attract a mate with such a short mane? Was there even a chance that he would find a mate in the first place?

Parzival pushed himself to a standing position to see what he was dealing with; a simple pasture with a tall fence, empty except for him. He let out a sorrowful, deep whinny that seemed to resonate off the distant mountains, no reply except for his own echo. He felt truly alone even though there were humans and horses milling about; they were not of his kind, they did not understand his kind.

Was it possible to feel alone even though he wasn’t? Taken from his home, experimented on by the retched humans, Parzival felt a loneliness not caused by a missing presence, but by the loss of identity. Home seemed to be a foreign word to the equid turned horse by the humans; would he ever be the same again?

The questions seemed endless; the answers seeming to be impossible to discover and contain. Parzival was truly alone.

[AmigoGirl]

Username: AmigoGirl
Equid's Name: Dante
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 7 years old
Gender: Stallion
Story:

I remember that day as it was yesterday. Who wouldnt?
That moment when you realise how such a small and fragile living thing can influence your life in such a big way, changing it 100% is overwhelming. I felt something I never experienced before. I felt like...I was floating. It scared me.
Unlike your opinion, it was reining. Small tears of water were hitting the ground in a dynamic rythm. I was shaking of both fear and coldness. But when I saw the little foal, with his long legs kicking the air, my world started to brighten up and fill with rainbows.
He was so tiny and sweet, and he was making me smile with every new move he was making. But...
He was different. In a way I cant explain. And the others felt it too and theyr were treating him different. And he felt it. He, however, learned to deal with the equid's ignorance and found the power to make some friends. I was the one that never understood what was wrong. A mother wants the best for her foal afterall.
I came to a conclusion: God was testing him. I wasnt the type to belive in God and maybe it wasnt true, but I needed to see the bright part in the situation,for him.
He was taken away from me after a few weeks. He took my hopes with him, leaving me with nothing. I was dead inside. He was my air, my life and now he was gone. In time, I learned to accept it. But back then, nothing stopped me from bleeding inside. No one stopped my pain.

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They are calling me Dante. It appears to be a strong name, and sometimes I didnt think it fits me. I was loosing the energy I needed to be strong. I was loosing myself.
I spent restless hours bucking, rearing, screaming for help. I spent hours without hope, without eating, sleeping. I spent hours alone, listening to the musical silence of my world. In time I realised it was helpless and if I wanted to survive, I had to cooperate. And I discovered that the glass has a full side too. Food was really good, but I was surrounded by some sort of small wall that didnt allow me to run too far. I learned who I can trust. The mans in white robes do some things that can hurt, while the human foals are really funny. They are so small and skinny and full of energy, just like me. But I dont understand how they can walk only on the back legs. I tried to do it too, and they laughed. I think it means Im different. Again.
Will I always be like this?
And, afterall what's so different about me that even the ones of my kind noticed?
I asked myself that many times. I asked mom. I asked dad. Hell, I even asked God. And I never got a straight answer. The silence that was surrounding my world was painful. I wasnt weaker, stronger, stupider, smarter, taller, shorter...I was common from that point of view.
I still remember that day when they caught me. Ironic, the sun was shining so bright...like life wanted to tell me something.
Poor mother lost her voice from all that screaming. Everyone else ran away. Even my father. They didnt care.
I only wish that when I will be an old boy, I will run on the greenest grass in the suniest day with my grand-children and tell them how their grandpa managed to escape from the human's cage.

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In time, Dante learned that being different might be a good thing too. He found a friend, a two-legged female that seemed different too. She had pale skin, light blonde hair , quite tall and a bit too slim. For him, it was like he was staring in a mirror. He was curious and she helped him a lot. He learned to accept his new life, because the reality is that he will never go back to the wildness.
Dante's paddock was surrounded in north and east by interminable woods. However, 2 more paddocks could be seen in the background. And right in front of his gate, a short road made of stone was leading the humans to another enclosure. Three other equids were there and when he wasnt playing with his human friend, he was trying to find ways to communicate with those like him.
Seeing he wasnt the only one in this situation, he gained more and more hope and confidence.

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We brought him here 7 years ago. The Fjorn Wild Mountain Equid. The species interested more and more labs and when we discovered this rare one, we knew it was our chance.
He was tested daily. 24 hours a day, 10 scientists, including me, were trying to find out what genetic mutations influenced this boy's color. They cut his hair. They said that it was the breed's characteristic, and it was necessary. He did everything in his power to make the procedure..not easy. Two of us ended in hospital. I felt sorry for him. He was unhappy, and since I knew they would never release him, I tried to do everything possible to make his life easier. I brought him treats, accessories, I was playing with him. I was sneaking around my father and getting him closer to the other equids. Until one day...when he tried to escape. They blamed me. They screamed at me. They yelled, they were angry. They hit me. My father never allowed me to go near Dante again. I was 16 back then. He wasnt even one year old. Now I am 23, full grown.
Finished university 4 years ago. Dad said he always knew I will be brilliant. But he never told me he is proud of me. He died without telling me he loves me. He died with his wife: the lab. He spent his life there, he died there. Irony no?
People tried to convince me to re build it and start his work all over again. They said that such a legacy cant just die. I refused. I took Dante and the other 7 equids and bought a small house with backyard. My biggest wish was once to release them or at least Dante. But he was tamed now, he wouldnt have survived. And the sparkle in his eyes told me that he is fine with the situation, dealing with it. As fine as he could be.

[Kagome963]

Username: ~*LunaStar*~
Equid's Name: Liono ((After the leader of the ThunderCats))
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 5yrs
Gender: Stallion
Story:
Looking around the stalls of the laboratory, you see a Fjord stallion unlike any other in the world. He had long slender legs like a foal, a tail like a lion and a mane that ran down his back. He was truely a sight to see. But he wasnt always a lab rat, he had once roamed free with others like him. It was a fight, but he was caught in the end.

The weather was fair the day of the raid on the herd of the mountains. A team had gone ahead to survey the valley and had reported the herd had been spotted within. They had planned on going in on horseback and separating the stallion from the herd. The raid team consisted of nine humans and their horses. Each was on a horse that they felt was fast enough to keep pace with the target.

As the team made their way down to the herd, some of the mares were looking at them. Sounding the alarm, the stallion reared up to protect his herd. As the lead mare led the herd from the area, the stallion lagged behind to keep them moving and fight off the humans. What the stallion didnt know was that he was the target of this raid.

As the humans galloped closer to the herd, the stallion got even more nervous. He called out to the mares, urging them to pick up the pace. Two of the humans come up along either side of the stallion and rope him. They ease up on their mounts, making the stallion fall behind the herd. As they come to a stop, the stallion starts fighting them for his freedom.

Kicking and rearing, the stallion fought with all his might to free himself of the ropes, but nothing worked. With a heavy heart, he stop fighting the humans and lowered his head in shame. He walked with them, but lagged behind as he gazed back at his mares one last time. Knowing he may never see them again, he gave a nicker to them in farewell.

[Nyeusi]

OMG LILLIAN! This is my favorite kind of horse ever! He is georgeous! Remember when I sent you the pm about the Prezwelski ponies, those are exactly like Fjord except they are extinct Any ways, I love this boy and am going to try my hardest on him! *crossess fingers*

Username: Seatala
Equid's Name: Skilez ( A mix up of prezwelski :3 (pronounced SKY-lez))
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 4 yrs old
Gender: Stallion
Story:

"MOTHER!" My little whinnys of a colts cry screeched through the air. "MOTHER PLEASE DON"T LEAVE ME!" It was fall. And being an equid in the mountains in the fall is not bad, it just gets badder than what it would be like in the spring, where game is plenty. I am talking about being hunted. Yes... hunted. Are gaurd goes up, because its harded to find food for all the animals that live up in the mountains. "Mother, please..." I layed down next to her. The long scatches of a hungry cougar scored down the side of her chest, stomach, and neck. Deer were disppearing because of the human hunters, so cougar now looked to us to feed them. She was breathing heavily, and with each breath, the pace just got faster. What did I know? I thought she would be all right, she was my mother, and I was just a baby. Even though I was old enough to be a weanling.

We had traveled a bit of the way from the heard, and into the woods. My mother wanted to show me some deliciose flowers that you could only find in the woods. The mother cougar must have been stalking the herd for quite a time, when she finnally got her chance and spotted us. The flowers were dripping their sweet juices onto my tounge, when suddenly, I felt a great weight land on my shoulders, and I felt my breath rapidly escape me as I was pinned to the ground beneath the larger feline. I made a sharp cry for help to my mother before I felt the slow pain on top of my neck sear from down my spine to the top of my head. The cougars teeth must have been gripping me tightly. But in that one second it went away because the great force on my back for what seemed like hours probably only lasted for a bout a few seconds. The pain had stayed, but I seem selfish. Why would I care about my own pain... imagine what my mother had been going through. I had the wind knocked out of me, so I didn't really know what was real and what wasn't as I slowly wobbled up to stand. I can still pictture the horribble image in my head of the hunter and prey, battling for life and death. You don't know what love is until you see the one you love, and who loves you, fighting to protect you with all there might.

"Run! Run away!" She screamed to me. She had known her fait from the moment she saw that large tan mass of sharp teeth and claws. I didn't run. I didn't run away. How could I? Why would I leave her? She was dying and I didn't even have the chace to say good bye.. so I stumbled behind the tree, peeked out, and whatched the murderous scene. Finnally I saw my mother kick the cougar right in her face with her last effort. She had stood there motionless as the feline ran off back into the woods. The equid collapsed to the ground after she knew that the beast had gone. I stumbled over there, and waited, whinnying, trying to wake her, until saw her last breath escape into the air...

I had lived with that day replaying in my head. I would stay well in the middle of the heard to graze, until I had just dread the thought of my mother was actually gone, until I finnally had started drifting further apart from them, and the world. I would walk for hours. Like I was searching for somthing. Searching for my mother, but never succeeding in finding her. But what I now know what I was and still is searching for... is that cougar. Thinking of killing her myself gets me reved up, but in the end, I always break down, knowing that will never see either one of them ever again.

One day, when I was walking and staring at nothing, not caring about anyting in the world, I suddenly heard the noise of whistling and whinnying. I thought that it was my old herd, but I still didn't care. I looked behind me an saw that it was a group of these... men... on what I suspected to be horses. My mother had told me about these creatures, and how they were larger and had different tails than us. I was suddenly afraid. What if they ate me? She had never told me about what they ate! I started to run. I ran as fast as I could, but those monster got a hold of me. They threw a rope around my neck and I stumbled and fell over onto my face. I could here the "horses" and "men" laugh at me. The winnies and boisterous laughs still haunt my dreams. I didn't resist anymore, since I was so little, about a year old then, I was carried on one of the horses backs. I was tired from not sleeping, dehidrated from not drinking, and shivering from a fever. I did not have the protection from my heard, an I was still spooked by the attack from these awful men. They threw my fragile body over the side of the horse, I only struggled a bit because I was so uncomphortable. The only thought that was going through my mind was, "Please don't kill me" and, "I hope you take me to a better place" I regret thinking that now, because all I ever think about is, "I belong in the wild... in THE better place for me.." I can still picture the sunset fall behind what was once called my home, my mountains, before I closed my eyes and let whatever thing that was going to do to me.. do to me, because why fight now in my new home.. where I will never be able to escape it... forever...

EXACTLY 1000 WORDS WHOOO HOOO! XP

[RPFLightMyFire]

Yay, you made it!