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Drop out, serious WB. I did make my first WME piece of art on this boy though, and the winner can feel free to PM me about using it with credit ^-^

[♡Lady Lesednik♡]

Username: Dominikov's Stalker
Name: Akoni, which in Hawaiian means Worthy of admiration or praise
Gender: Stallion
Age: 7
Height: 13.3hh
Story: As he stood in the clearing grazing, he lifted his head to find his mother so he could nurse, but she was nowhere to be seen. His entire herd was gone, leaving the young colt alone. He began to panic, possibilities of an untimely end racing through his mind. He began to gallop around but he didn't get far before a bush rustled. He skidded to a stop as the thoughts from earlier returned and he began to back up, preparing to run again. A human woman with long brown hair with blue streaks emerged from the bush wearing a dress far too fancy to be out in the mountains. She smiled softly as she spoke to the colt, "I am Krystella.. It is okay. I will not hurt you.. I have a mare, back at my castle... A gypsy vanner. I'm sure she wouldn't mind taking you in as her own." She held out her hand towards the scared colt as his legs shook like the day he was born. He looked around once more before taking the few steps towards her it took to seal his fate as a pet.

When they arrived, things were going well so Krystella separated her vanner mare from the rest of her horses and led her to a smaller pasture where the young colt was. The colt was sniffing around, taking nervous nips at the fence. When he saw the mare he blinked. What was that? It looked... Similar to him, but... Not. The mare had the same thoughts. She walked over to him, her head held high as she slowly lowered it to sniff him. The colt took the opportunity to try and win her over by nipping her ear and prancing in a circle. She shook her head as she let out a huff and wandered over to him and nuzzled him.

"My name is Valla. That is what my humans call me. And you are...?" she questioned gently. He tilted his head blinking. "Name...? Oh! The hu...man called me Akoni!" He said proudly. Valla nodded approvingly as she nuzzled him. "Well Akoni... I'm not currently producing milk, but you can be my little one from now on. The humans will feed you with a bottle." She said. He looked up at her curiously, unsure of what that meant but was comforted by her so he simply nodded. "Ok!" he replied. Valla didn't say anything more as she turned around and returned to Krystella with the odd little Akoni following her like a puppy.

[Arrows]

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[peppermintleo]

Username: PureCrazy
Name: Atlas
Gender: Stallion
Age: 2 years
Height: 12.4 hh (Currently)
Story: *Note; His sister is a made-up equid*

"Your coat tells a story, my little colt."
My mother always told me this, always said this was why my name was Atlas. Truthfully, I never believed her. How could a simple pattern tell a story? Well, it just so happens to turn out, my coat did indeed tell a tale. My tale.

"You know, you look like you have little snowy islands all over you. They're stranded in the middle of a murky, muddy sea." My little sister used to tell me. "I wish I looked like you Atlas, you look really pretty. I'm just... plain stripes." Settling into me, she slept. I couldn't honestly see what was so pretty about me. I was plain, and boring. You could barely see my brindling, because of the white splashes. But, I shrugged it off. My sister was everything important to me. She was all I had left, and I knew it wouldn't last very long. She was sick, very sick. That was the only reason I was letting her tell me all this, because I couldn't bear to see her crest fallen.

Months later, I watched the flowers bloom in the area in front of me. It was lightening to see the flowers grow.

WIP

[Arche]

Username: Aʀᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇʟ.
Name: Azrael
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6 years
Height: 14.3 hh
Story:
IndentCold mountain air burned his throat, it bit into his face and pulled on his mane. He didn't care. Slate grey rocks crunched under his hooves. He trudged further onwards into the freezing waste land. He passed scruffy, yellowing tufts of grass and a ragged tree clinging desperately to a rocky outcropping. Several skinny sheep jumped out of his sight, their mangy coats hanging off in tatters. With a sigh, he pushed himself forward, ignoring the thin layer of snow beginning to coat the ground.
IndentDeath. That's all he saw, everywhere he went. His mother died birthing him, luckily another mare had lost her own foal. Everyone he loved. The kind mare who took him in- run down by wolves. His father - taken by hairless pink creatures with ropes. Eventually the message got around, no one wanted to be near him. Most just ignored him, some stallions chased him away. Foals ran away though, and that hurt.
IndentSnow matted dirt and dust into the feathering on his legs. He followed the barely beaten path into a narrow canyon. He'd had enough of being chased off or ignored, so one day, he left. He would cross the mountains, start his life over. A wintry breeze blew through the canyon, blowing snow across his pelt. No one would know his name, no longer would he be a forgotten outcast. He stopped at the edge of the canyon, he could see green plains and forests and lakes. Hope and joy warmed his chest - here was his new start, his new life. He would call himself Azrael: A reminder of those he lost, a hope that others would accept him, a promise that there was good in everyone.

[Agent Shark]

Username: AgentShark
Name:Anubis
Gender: Stallion
Age:4 Years
Height: 12.1hh
Story: Anubis is a strange stallion. Abandon by his herd when he was just a colt due to the strangeness of his pelt versus the lighter pelts of his herd members. Already superstitious, Anubis' birth sent the herd into a frenzied panic in which they nearly killed him in their attempt to 'cleanse' their herd. Deemed an Ill omen The herd warned its fellows of the little colt. What worsened the situation was that Anubis seemed to 'appear' Near a herd when an equid was close to death, and he seemed to have a fascination with death.

From mass rejection, He turned cold, calculating and silent. Being superstitious like the rest of his birth herd, he both believed and accepted he was a bringer of death.

Several times however, he came across the same herd. It consisted of a single stallion and four mares. Young and disinterested in having his own herd, he tagged along with the wiser stallion through the mountains. He got to know the herd rather well, and was surprised that no one was ill. Becoming Smitten with one of the mares he stuck around a while longer, however, he quickly hid when ever they passed a larger herd, for fear of being attacked.

[Frostbite18]

Username: Frostbite18
Name: Brechin
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4
Height: 14h
Story: Brechin is a name that is famously know through many herds, this is why. Brechin had always been an adventurous foal. He never listened and went where he wanted to. His mother was much displeased by this, but his father was proud as he himself had been a dependent colt like that.

One day as Brechin was exploring he saw something that scared him more than anything before it. Humans, stalking up the hills, strange things his father called fire sticks in their hands. Brechin ran to tell the herd but he was only 8 months old, no one would believe the excitable young colt. Brechin decided he would have to save the herd himself.

Since no one else ventured into the woods and such as Brechin did, the other foals did not know as much as him. Brechin had even learned how to speak some of the other animals words. He asked the butterfly's and the crows to help him, they quite liked Brechin so they agreed. Brechin stepped out in front of the hunters, who eagerly raised their guns. One of them told them no, this young one could be trained and was a gorgeous colt. The man raised his lasso but before he threw it, Brechin let out a horrible and eerie cry. This brought out the butterfly's, who swarmed over the men, some spiders even joined in! The men were freaked put now, what had that horse just done? Conjured those bugs! They thought they should continue to try and catch him though. Then Brechin let out an even eerier cry, the crows and ravens clawed and scratched at the men. When they looked up the horse was rearing and stamping with rage, it began to run at them, the darker butterflies flying behind to create and eerie black mist that seemed to follow him. The men ran off at the same time the herd arrived to see the commotion, from that day forth they always believed Brechin and he became a hero among horses.

[CopperChaos]

Username: Bentley
Name: Benny
Gender: Stallion
Age: 8 years
Height: 13.2hh
Story: Gunfire and smoke surrounded Benny as he charged behind the line of soldiers, the packs of bandages nudging his sweat-soaked flanks and shoulders. He had lives to save, injured people that needed his aid, all he had to do was reach them and duck down, out of the way, sometimes letting the dying stroke his mud-caked, filthy mane or tail as they went - a small comfort for them, it seemed, but something he could afford to give. He remembered their faces, too; whole and healthy, not the grime and wound-covered messes that they had been in their last moments; they lived in his memory, and he honored them by guarding the lives of their comrades. A living memorial, he supposed, could do no less for those that he stood for, for those that he fought with, for those that he would see return home to their families, and for those that he would yet see close their eyes and breathe their last.

The young kid that he settled next to... he was a green recruit, barely out of training, and it was plain as the smoke in the sky that he wouldn't see the light of day again; he was already just too far gone, another life nearly snuffed in the flying dust. Benny's fellow hooved solders, they would have cursed themselves for their failures; if they had only been faster, if they had only been more agile and graceful in their leaps over the buried bombs that the enemy had laid behind in their retreat! But there had been no obstacles for Benny; nothing but the flying shrapnel that threatened his own life, and there simply wasn't time for regret as he nudged his nose into the young man's cheek, huffing warm air onto the shivering, cooling skin. It wouldn't be long, he reminded himself; the man's suffering would end, and he'd be free of the battle, of the war and the struggle that he was still mired in. An echo ran through him, the last words of a dead general many years passed: 'Dulce et decorum est,' he'd said, his grumbling, tired old voice fading in strength as he spoke to the large equid he had hand-trained as a foal, 'pro patria mori.' Benny didn't know what it meant, of course, but it seemed appropriate as the eager recruit-turned-mortally-wounded-solider lay at the end of his life before him.

The flicker of light faded in the human's eyes long before the medic gave up trying to revive him, and though Benny stayed through the entire procedure, he sincerely hoped that the boy - for that was truly all he was in the end - was at peace. One more shining face, sandy blonde hair that stuck up in a stubborn cowlick in the back, and two crooked front teeth in the hopeful little grin made its home in Benny's mental gallery memorial, a shining metal plate underneath with the pattern of bars and stars engraved. A soft command from the medic, and he was again on his hooves, racing to the next injured soldier in need - his job was simply never complete.

Congrats

[flyteck]

Grats Bently! I was hoping to snag this guy but your story was so unique I had a feeling you'd win <3

[Desmond]

-flails- Thank you so much, Copper! <3 I woke up to find this and had to set my Nook down and pace, I was so happy. ;u;
And thank you, Flyteck~ cx