Username: G.L'S
Equid's Name: Styx
Age: 5
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story: As a mere weanling...conveniently on a Friday the 13th, I had decided as no surprise, that I would be very rebellious that day. With a devious plan in mind (as devious as a weanling can be), I feigned ill not long after my father had left for his usual stallion business, leaving my poor mother alone with me. Seeing how frightfully compromised I was, my mother panicked and began to call for my father. When she realized he was out of earshot, she told me to lay still and went to go find him. Within a few moments of her departure, I sprang to my hooves and darted into the forest with glee at my plan's flawlessness. Little did I know however, things would go quite awry for me.
Following the paths towards the other herds with foals to prank, I lost my footing and slid down an embankment toward a meadow down below. When I slid to a stop, I shook the mud and filth off me and decided to find a way around the meadow and back to the paths. But before I could act on my planned detour, I realized how odd looking this meadow was. There was only one type of grass and it was decorated with large orange fruits with faces on them and long funny looking skeletal remains which I noticed immediately weren't of any real body. Finally at the edge of the meadow stood a large object with a triangular head and empty eyes that glistened in the light and a mouth that swung open and closed from the side.
How odd...
Was all I could think to myself before a most strange looking creature ran out of the large triangular head's mouth...on two legs! The thought of such an abnormality made me snort in disgust which caught the twoleg's attention. It didn't startle me because I was bigger, though not by much.
"Cubone horsey!"
The little creature squealed happily while waiving something square in its clutched paw. Having no idea what this meant, I turned to resume my hunt for paths only to find the pesky twoleg following me.
"Cubone horsey!"
It squealed again and then began to run towards me, arms outstretched to attack.
In total fear, I let out a low squeal and shot for a thin path on the other side of the meadow. Thundering back up the small escarpment, all I heard were little cries behind me in defeat which toned down my fear. Still barreling toward home, I skidded out of the forest to see both bewildered and very angry parents...Needless to say I was disciplined, though neither my parents or the small twoleg were able to tame my rebellious nature.
And to this day, I still don't know what a 'Cubone Horsey' is...
(I couldn't resist XD)