[Merlin's Heir]

Username: Merlin's Heir
Equid's Name: Déag (Irish for Thirteen)
Age: 13 years
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story: (999 words exactly)
Mist swirled through the forest, wrapping its foggy fingers around the thin, bare branches. The black-clouded sky hung over the shadowy land like a curse and the yellow full moon peeped through the clouds here and there, watching whatever lay below with its many dark eyes. THUD! The choking fog parted to let the running beast through, closing up behind it again and following its dangerous course. Sandy hooves kicked damp dirt into the air and red orbs flicked to and fro, taking in as much of their surroundings as they could. Clumps of dirt flew into the sky once more as the fleeing equine slid to a stop before a tangled wall of thorny bushes, rising high into the black blanket that had stolen the throne of the stars. The wild animal stood still, staring at the thorn-armored vines that had grown menacingly into the only path in this deadly woods. A growl came from behind him and the equid took off, darting into the unknown blackness of the unexplored forest.
Déag knew these woods were cursed. No equid had ever gone far off the path in the night and lived to tell of it. The place gave him shivers as he passed dead trees and ran over the fallen branches, blackened by Death's minions. Swerving to avoid a patch of boggy ground that served as a graveyard for unfortunate travelers, Déag risked a glance behind him to locate his pursuer. The thick air and shadows only hindered his vision and he turned his head back to watch where he was running. "I will never come to this miserable place again," he swore with vehemence as he raced his hidden adversary through the peril-wrought shadows. He swiftly passed charred trees, dry bracken, and trees torn apart by lightning.
As the shadows of night continued to grow, Déag found his situation growing worse. Endlessly ramming into splintering trunks and thickening his hooves with the deadly mud that sucked at his legs, he was growing weary and hopeless. Eventually, he knew, he'd end up drowned in mud, knocked out by a low branch, or torn up by whatever malicious beast was after him. Déag glanced back. Darkness. Nothing but darkness. He halted and swung his head around, looking for some trace of light. But there was none to be found. The forest was full of shadows, strangling fog, and silence. All Déag could hear was his raspy breath and racing heart. Déag knew he was not at all safe yet, but he seized the moment of reprieve to catch his breath and rest. While he stood there, the eerie moon above climbed steadily to the center of the dark sky. Déag considered his plight as he gave his tired legs a bit of a break. He reminded himself that it was still Thursday, so he still had a chance of making it out alive.
As he decided to continue on carefully, he risked an upward glance. The moon had reached its zenith and fear struck Déag's heart. Midnight. It was the next day. He whipped his head around, his eyes darting from place to place in absolute panic. He was certain that he saw bright, evil eyes glaring at him through the mist and heard the eerie whispers of the long-dead. The trees seemed corrupt and wicked as their creaking branches swayed towards Déag. He screamed and bolted in terror, not caring what vicious beasts heard him so long as he could escape the spiteful horrors of this accursed place. He stumbled over sleeping monsters that grabbed at his legs with slimy claws. The creaking of the waking trees and the whispers of malignant spirits followed his agitated flight through the woods. The enormous clouds began to release their cargo and freezing rain pelted the terrorized equid as he fled the horrible demons of the forest. He splashed through puddles filled with possessed piranhas and haunted mud clung to his feathering as he continued his mad dash through the woods. He was exhausted and sweating profusely, but fear was nipping at his heels and he dared not stop until safety was certain.
The unearthly, red-tinted light that the hidden orb in the sky gave off dully penetrated the gargoyle-faced clouds. The trees cackled and reached out to grab at Déag's mane as he kept on at his wild journey through terror. A low tune rose above his beating heart and pounding hooves. Nothing dead could sing with a warm voice. He didn't care what manner of creature this was, so long as it was natural and alive. He veered off his panicked course towards the voice, desperate for living company.
His hope was cut short when he saw the owner of the song. He stopped and stepped back into the shadows, watching cautiously. A pale-skinned human -apparently female - knelt by a pool of water. A white dress clung to her skin and her soaking black hair stuck to her shoulders. The moon peeked through the clouds, shedding a now-silvery beam of light on the pond. The girl, still singing, reached out to graze the surface of the water with her fingertips. Déag's shaking tail knocked against a dead shrub and the girl turned her head towards his hiding place. Her violet eyes searched the darkness, her lips stilled. The silence made Déag uneasy. A waving branch grazed his hind leg and her jumped forward, startling the human. The girl stood up in the tiny clearing, rivulets of rain running down her arms. A sharp light flashed through the clouds and a sudden rumble of thunder made them jump. Déag ran to the girl, not caring that she was human. The two waited out the storm by the pool, eventually falling asleep as the rain ceased. When they woke to a bright sun, they made their way out of the forest together, never to be separated again.

(just to clarify - everything in this story in entirely natural. In the beginning, he was being chased by a cougar. Déag is quite superstitious and has triskaidekaphobia {fear of the number 13}, so when he realized that it was Friday the 13th, he went crazy with terror and his fearful mind exaggerated everything, turning fallen trees and wind into demons and phantoms in his mind. Also, the girl's name is Friday. XD I thought it fitting - Friday and Thirteen {since Déag means Thirteen}.)

[anarchy, inc.]

holy fiddlesticks

Username: anarchy, inc.
Equid's Name: Malvrure
Age: 13
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story: Wip~

[KittyCatKita]

Applying! Would I be allowed to add decorative lyrics on the side that coincide with the story? c:

Please just the story <3

[Luna~tic]

Username: Luna~tic
Equid's Name: Morte
Age: 5
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story: WIP

[iShame]

Im at least going to try <3 So a reserve from me :3

Username: iShame
Equid's Name: Zoelie [ Zoel ]
Age: 7 years old
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story:
The setting of a crisp autumn morning was present; this was his second year in the valley; soon he would be a yearling; and the winter snow he would meet once more, with it's contrasting colors of his own, though he loved the snow. How could one not love it's fluffy white granules that always seemed of a different shape or size, and were always promised so in existence that one would never be like another? Couldn't one pin that to human life and all of their associations? One would think, another would not. The light weight of a soft butterfly snapped the young equid back to the present as he stared crossly at it, a smile toying on his white lips, one of happiness and pleasure. He always had enjoyed the small feeble creatures. Though it soon made him sneeze; what a cliche. After All he had seen many other young equids do the same. His red eyes soon found his mother; her coat and looks long forgotten in the crevices of his memory. He could not remember her appearance, no matter how hard he tried. She was large; 'with foal' as the other mares of his father's herd often said. He was unsure of what that meant, so he only could smile and nod after they had spoken. His father's herd was not that large: only himself, his mother, two other mares, and one other young colt, and of course his father.

Closing in on the age of five, Zoel was a young stallion; alert with his father's herd, he often followed far behind, keeping an eye on predators. As a three-year-old, he had been driven out; though he wasn't ready to leave his family yet; an uncommon thing among other colt's. Though on this day, Zoel had met a young filly and was talking with her as his father's herd was attacked. The same as before, Zoel could not remember the name of the young filly, nor how she looked, but knew that if he ever saw her again, he would make her his. He turned in time to hear the frightened whinnies of his mother, as well as the loud bellow of his father. The attacker was slim and much smaller, though obviously skinny and starving, Though something in particular was wrong, and Zoel was unsure of what it was. There was something coming from it's mouth, looking like raging water, but only in a small amount. Zoel watched as the starving beast fought with his father, and soon enough the quarrel was over. No one had yet noticed the small bite wound on the large stallions front left leg.


Zoel continued to follow his father's herd after the attack; keeping more alert than he had before as to hear for incoming danger. He did not want his father's herd to go through such an attack ever again. Though over the next week things became eerie and intangible about his father. Something was wrong and everyone could see it but his father himself. New 'threats' began to pop up in the night, keeping him up for nights in a row. Not only with this, but he began to run the herd to new lengths, from the so-called predators, and even to the lengths of humans and their large machines of round ups; herd of bachelors were trying to tear his little herd apart. He also became unmanageable, loosing hair and gaining bald spots, and what was left becoming matted and dirty. And even one day, Zoel happened to see the raging small waters as he had from the skinny attacker, only less than a week ago.

Zoel's father knew that he had been following and more often than not would come back to him, one day yelling of how he needed to leave and find his own herd and mares, and begin a life; other times, expressing his thanks for being around to help keep his family and fathers herd safe. Of one morning, as the herd slept, his father came to him, looking weary and needing of rest. He was losing hair and weight and his ribs were more prominent than they had ever been. He came with a request: to be put out of his misery; he knew something was wrong, and that he could not overcome it. Zoel did not want to obey his father's request and several days he went on with this, coming to him in the first morning light with the same words. Within the next week he became hostile to all of his herd, eventually breaking down to kill a newborn of another herd that had come too close, and scaring his own herd that they were next.

The next morning his father came to him once more, and this time Zoel would understand his request. And within the next morning, it was Zoel standing over his father's no longer live body. Tears were obvious along the young stallion's eyes and down his white muzzle. His hooves were bloodied, though no marks were found along the young stallions frame. Though a mark of terror could be found on the faces of the mares in the next few minutes. The other mares, though his mother not included, accused him of killing their stallion and began to drive him away, never knowing that he did them a favor. Rumors spread of the killing of his father and followed him for numerous years. He could not escape the fate he now had; and he was left with a feeling of disbelief that such a good deed, by what he thought, could have gone so wrong. Because of the rumors that spread, he was no longer entrusted by herds abound and was forced to leave almost as soon as he was sighted by most times. He now roams as a seven-year-old stallion, without a home or herd, but known by all.

[Sakarilynx]

Username: Gypsyvannerstallion
Equid's Name: Kody
Age: 5 Years
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story: Kody as a young foal was always bright and energetic, and had a knack for getting into trouble. One day while out with his two best friends, they decided to go venturing far from the herd to an area forbidden to them. It entranced them with its mystery, and so on a cloudless night, with the moon high above them, they snuck away from the herd. As they approached the darkened forest, they were enthralled with the new noises, smells, and mystery that it offered them. However, as they crept farther into the forest, the darkness seemed to settle over them. Kody was suddenly frightened for the first time that night. However, not wanting to seem like a coward, he continued onward. The foals ran into a cave that seemed to appear suddenly out of the thick trees. Kody's curiosity got the best of him, and he coaxed the two foals to venture into the cave with him. However, after a few steps an eerie sound came to them. It sounded as if hundreds of thousands of creatures were stirring. Finally frightened, Kody and the three foals bolted from the cave as a black mass of bats followed them from the cave. The terrified young horses ran as if their lives depending on it, the black mass of bats following closely behind them. The three foals ran shrieking through the forest, until finally they escaped the dark and foreboding trees and rejoined the herd, never to wander back into the dark forest again.

[Eremite]

Username: ~Country~
Equid's Name: Armageddon
Age: 6 years 6 months 6 days (666)
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story:
Outside of town
Not a sound
The Lonesome Woods
Shadows with hoods
Where you were told to never go
For the cold wind will blow

The story goes....

"Once there was a group of kids lurking on the edge of town. Their little gang was made up of 6 members, one of them being new. The newer member, we'll call him '6', had an uneasy feeling as the wondered out of town. The sickly full yellow moon hung high in sky. No stars comforted the earth with their soft light that night. The leader of the gang, we'll call her '1' had suggested going into the Lonesome Woods. Shaking his head number 6 disagreed explaining that he wasn't feeling well. The second oldest member, we'll call him 2, laughed at the newbies words. Jumping onto the stump of an old oak tree he crouched down as spoke 'You think you sick now, just listen how, the fire had started and how many parted." the group gathered in closer as the emotionless words left his mouth "6 years, 6 months, and 6 days ago is when it all started. The town was peaceful as usually as everyone carried on with their work. A mother was out in the garden when her young son asked to go play with his friends in the woods. The mother agreed being that he had done this many times. Watching as her son and friends ran off she had no clue what he would awaken. The boys were messing around with rocks throwing them into the darkest part of the woods. The son had picked up a dark blue and black rock. Looking at the neat circle he stuffed it into his pocket. Now this rock wasn't any rock, it was a rock from the darkest part of the forest one that had been thrown out by something. That night the boy put the rock on the stand beside his bed and went to sleep. In the morning the whole town as awoken by awful screams of the mothers of the boys. All had vanished. The only thing left was a large rock that was dark blue and black. A teen had found the stone the next day in the street. Also fascinated by its coloring he kept it. Later that day he showed it to his friends all of them handled it tapping on it to see if it was hollow. It was. The next morning town once again was awoken by the sounds of terrible screams. This time by the young teens as the now boulder wrapped around them pulling them inside. Horrified the town gathered together and pushed the rock into the woods and let it in the center. The next morning there was no screams, no laughs, not a sound. Everyone had vanished, except for 6 people who had been away that day and never touched that rock, but when the awoke they were greeted by the smell of smoke and the warmth of a fire swallowing the forest. That rock was in the center of town, now 4 times the size it was. The fire guarded it putting up high walls. The 6 people got away but vanished over time, and no one knows where they went..."
2 laughed at 6's ghost white face. Terrified 6 started back home only to have the other 5 drag him back and along with them into the woods. 
Holding his breath 6 crept into the woods with them. Everything was dead, ash still laid on the ground, untouched for years. All of their hearts pounding as they moved along, the fog was thick, you could barely see your hand I front of your face. A young girl, we'll call her 5, clung to 6's side, of course he didn't mind being that he had taken a liking to her. 1 laughed as she ran to a tree and with a simply push knocked the dead tree over. A horrendous screech split the silence in the forest. The gang slowly gathered back to back looking around. Laugh, an older boy, well call him 3, went and pushed over yet another crisp dead tree. That time, the screech was closer, much closer. Shaking the whole group took off running like a horrid beast was chasing them, little did they know, one was. (WIP)

[peppermintleo]

Username: PureCrazy
Equid's Name: Spooky Hallows
Age: 5 years old
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story:
Working on

[Zax]

I may try. I kinda gasped when I saw his design and my mom looked at me funny. The thirteen is on his hindquarters right?

[KittyCatKita]

I may try. I kinda gasped when I saw his design and my mom looked at me funny. The thirteen is on his hindquarters right?

XD yes it is lol I'm sure many saw this (sorry if anyone else asked this, I was away for most of yesterday) but the 13 is made by quipping on his haunches