[SnowFlies]

Owner: SnowFlies
Name: Ravenna
Gender: Mare
Age: 13
Height: 12 hh
Paragraph: She did the one thing the other's told her not to, and since has been presumed dead after venturing into the inky forest. Tales told her that the forest was forbidden, yet typically ignoring the stories; she wandered in. Night had fallen over the thicket of woods, creatures lurked and eyes followed her every move. Lost in the thorns and foreboding branches; she received scars from the callous nature around her as she tried to escape. But trapped, becoming one with it, the forest has become her home from where she leers and haunts -- cackling as the winds howls to entice further fear within all those who dare to enter the trees.

[Mysty Fox]

Owner: Mysty Fox
Name: Lilitu
Gender: Mare
Age: 4
Height: 12 hh
Paragraph: It was a beautiful, bright sunny day when Lilitu's world came crashing down around her. One moment she was gaily playing around with the other foals her age when a sharp, shrill scream ripped across the wind; everyone slamming to a stop, eyes seeking answers and finding none. A sick feeling settled in Lil's stomach, and fear clutched her, causing her heart to run wild within her thin chest, as her parent's best friend came bolting towards the foals, covered in blood. Lil surged forward, "Liberty*!" The sorrow in the dappled mare's eyes gave away what had happened, and Lil screamed, her heart ripped asunder. Without a second thought she raced away from the others, toward the high cliffs, tears blinding her as she fought to reach the highest peak. She heard Liberty calling after her, the poor mare trying desperately to catch the foal crazed with grief, but it was too late. She'd taken her leap, determined to follow her parents and grow wings, to give up her earthly form…

((Liberty is my dappled "Mapquid", and it the paragraph you can guess how Lilitu earns her scars. And survives.))

[Penultima]

Owner: Penultima
Name: Parisa (Persian name that is translated to "she is like a fairy")
Gender: Mare
Age: 4 years
Height: 12 hh
Paragraph: A very simple word will suffice for Parisa's scar story: curiosity. Curiosity is what first led the young filly down in the dark ravine, chasing after a will-o-the-wisp; a fairy of the night; or perhaps even a trick of the light. She followed the ghostly glow off the safety of the known path and deeper into tangled briars, still mesmerized by the blue light and her mounting curiosity as to what it could be. Before too long, her delicate black hoof slid on a loose stone, and she rolled down a short embankment with a high-pitched whinny, her dark coat snagging on several rocks and thistles on the way down. Once she had slid to a stop at the bottom and stood up shakily, she checked her sides and luckily found only a few deep scratches, and, conceding that the night's adventure was over, made her way back up the hill toward home; but not without glancing over her shoulder wistfully to watch the bobbing blue light disappear into the shadows.

[myk]

Owner: myktard
Name: Cicatriu (mostly caled Cica)
Gender: Mare
Age: 6 years
Height: 12 hh
Paragraph: Cicatriu got her scars from being a little bit of a feisty equid, she was born in the wild but left alone at a young age; so she had to learn how to live alone, and on her own. When she ran into other wild equids, instead of making friends she would become protective and defensive, often saying the wrong thing and not understanding their body language clearly and taking it all as a threat. A few of the fights were nothing big, until she found herself accidentally getting into a fight with a domestic equid. She was on the wrong side of the fence and the lead mare wasn't happy with her coming into the herd so they ended up in a fight. Cica hadn't been in a fight like this for a long time, the mare was very determined to win. Which meant Cica had to flee, once she had gotten out of the fenced in area she had noticed the two gashes in her hind leg from the fight, along with the scratch on her side but the other scratches as well. Luckily only the two x and two on her back leg show, the rest healed up and covered by her fur.

[clara.anne]

Owner: clara.anne
Name: Shylowren
Gender: Mare
Age: 3 years and 4 months
Height: 12 hh
Paragraph: It was really quite trivial; the whole event was an accident and Shylowren barely noticed the gashes, they only hurt a little, she whispered to the other foals whose eyes followed the shadow-like movements of their new heroine. That evening, she had been hunting for fallen stars, which fall from the velvet sky like diamonds and lie, twinkling on the damp pine-needles, deep in forests or at the bottom of bubbling brooks; and the moon was giving her directions, splattering silver on the path ahead. She finally found the rushing stream and to her delight, there, at the bottom, something glittered like a shard of sunlight, so of course, a course of action needed to be taken to retrieve what she guessed was a lost star. In her enthusiasm, her hooves slipped on the steep bank, sending her tumbling, like a loose shard of the night into the water and rocks below; and the sharp stones dug deep into her side, while the water gushed at her, pulling her away from the glittering prize. After the water had dragged her a while down the stream, she finally managed to pull herself up onto the bank again, but the air was so chilled that she had to abandon the quest and stumble all the way back to the herd, all the while, more concerned for the safety of that poor lonely star, than the gashes in her side and her bedraggled mane.

[cautiousculpeo]

Owner: Twitch3306
Name: Banshee - Omen of death.
Gender: Mare
Age: 7 years
Height: 12 hh
Paragraph: Was she really all that bad? Everyone else seemed to think so. She took on the name Banshee after what they said she did. Did she really try and kill her sister? No. She didn't "try" but she did anyways. He sister was weak, a shrimp that needed to be eaten. A weed that needed to be plucked. Ava got the scars from her sisters hoof swinging out after she had delivered the final blow. Her sisters way of saying "remember me". The lat nerves she had in her body had let her legs lash out, catching her thin skinned belly and marking her as a killer for life.

[canis,]

Owner: canis,
Name: Sauda (Swahili name meaning "innocent darkness")
Gender: Mare
Age: 5 years
Height: 12 hh
Paragraph: Sauda was instantly judged from birth, her dark coat and scarlet eyes personifying a demon attached to her soul. Her mother was ashamed of her, and her herd mates simply despised the poor filly. At such a young age, Sauda had no idea as to why she was outcast from the group, and anytime that she may have gathered the courage to engage in a group, she was instantly attacked, both emotionally and physically. As she progressed in her growth, Sauda slowly withdrew from others, taking the scars of her judgmental counterparts and the pain of the past with her.

Dropping out for a different fairyquid. Good luck everyone!

[The Mean Kitty]

Owner: The Mean Kitty
Name: Victoria
Gender: Mare
Age: 11
Height: 12 hh
Paragraph: Victoria did not get her scars at the same time, the first scar she'd gotten long ago, 9 years ago to be exact. It was the first time her mom had left her alone for more then a day, and she was feeling rather adventurous, so she decided to leave the mountains for a little while and see what else was out there, but she'd not gotten far before her clumsy self tripped over a branch and tumbled down a small hill. She was okay for the most part, but she was a little sore afterward and was left with a cut in the shape of an x, presumably from rocks or something else that was on the hillside, she of course went home after that and didn't leave again. The other scars she'd gotten when she was 9, only 2 years ago, when a cougar had shown up in the herd and set it's sights on a couple of young equids who were happily chatting, oblivious to the danger they were in. She'd seen it, and without thinking ran towards it, determined to chase it away and protect the young ones, but it wasn't going to leave without a fight, and before it finally gave up and ran off it left Victoria with the 2 cuts on her back leg which are the scars you see today.

[Lady Tuesday]

Owner: It's Tuesday Again.
Name: Qetsiyah (Pronounced Ket-see-uh, and nicknamed Tessa)
Gender: Mare
Age: 3 Years
Height: 12 hh
Paragraph: Always, always, always must the world sing of time: 'Tick tock, tick tock', but where does the noise reside? Inside my heart, inside my body, and above all, inside my mind. A rich little pump, a beat without end; a constant reminder of the ones that have left me behind: the beaten, the broken, the damned, and the dead. They lash at me through the thin veil of slumber, forever and always I will hear their howling, their cries, and their sorrowful plunders. Yet I wake once again and I find my own fragile hoof, raking that of my own shredded, torn, and tattered looks.

(I'm not sure if that made sense, I tried to be poetic with it...but basically she hurts herself in her sleep thinking that she hears voices of the past that haunt her and that they are the ones that hurt her, only to wake and find the blood is on no one else's hands but her own each night.)

[Inupait]

Owner: Inupait
Name: Rogue
Gender: Mare
Age: 7 years
Height: 12 hh
Paragraph:
Cobblestones under foot, harness hearing at her shoulders and back, a cart bouncing along behind her. Just another hard day for a coach pony. Rogue had pulled this same coach since she was broke at age 3. The city streets bustled with other impatient carriers and townsfolk. most were pulled by full grown horses that barely felt the cart on their shoulders. Even with her blinders on, she could see stray dogs dart through the crowds to nip to her work wary heels. but she wished she had seen the frightened beast that hit her. A street over a young carriage pony had spooked from a blaring siren, sending the traumatized creature blindly fleeing through the crowd. her master's grip on the reins did little to steer her clear of Rogue. Both Rogue and the run away began terribly entangled in their harnesses. the splintered wood of the carriages tore into their flanks and bellies as they fought against their insnarment. by the time they had been cut free both equines were cut and bloodied, a coach horse with blemishments is not worth the time of the richer folk and both were cast out into the cold to live or die.