[JiaPop]

Username: jesus4ever
Equid's Name: Arian
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 4 years old
Gender: Stallion
Story: Arian looked up and over the barbed wire fence that he was standing next to. The fence was the only thing that separated him from freedom in the mountains. However, it was so far out of reach. "Freedom, it's so far away. I'll never be free again." he whispered with a flick of his tail. Arian remembered the day he was caught, he remembered it very well.

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Mountains loomed overhead as three-year-old Arian stood next to them as the breeze caused the grass to sway. His eyes narrowed, accepting the challenge of going up the hard way. It would make him stronger and impress mares as well. "Well mountain, you have met your match!" he snorted and pranced before pulling himself back and sling-shotting himself upwards with a hefty gallop. He leapt over a fallen tree with ease but stumbled a bit after he stepped on some loose rocks. However, Arian wouldn't stop. No. He would never stop. He didn't want to. The feeling of wind in his mane made Arian feel free, freer than he had ever been. His large ears flicked everywhere as the wind screamed and hollered, as if it were cheering him on. "Almost there. Almost ther-." he stopped and jumped onto a ledge when he heard a low whinny. It was coming from a mare. It was a horse. Arian lifted his head and sniffed, barely catching any scent because of his limited sense of smell. Then, Arian heard the whinny again and followed it carefully. After a while, he finally saw a silver dapple Rocky Mountain Horse. "Who are you?!" he cried out as he pranced on a different ledge.

"I... Help!... Name is Chica." the mare replied. Because they were different, Arian could only understand some of her speech because of the fact that horses spoke differently. Their dialect was lower and broken up while an Equid's was soprano and somewhat smoother.

"Okay Chica!" Arian replied, bobbing his head up and down. He took a cautious step forward and made his way to the mare. Chica watched carefully in silence as Arian got to her. "Follow me, I'll show you a way down." Arian pawed at some rocks and they stayed in place, so he stepped on them as he chose a safe path. He began to move with Chica at his hindquarters. Suddenly, Chica slipped, but she regained her footing (hoofing?) and continued. When they finally got to the bottom of the mountain, Chica's coat gleamed with sweat as she trembled from fear. Her flaxen mane reflected the light of the moon, giving off a cream-colored aura.

"Thank... Um... Is your name?" Chica responded shakily as Arian shook out his coat.

"Arian. My name is Arian." he nickered as Chica nodded.

"I know a place we can go to. It has delicious grass." Chica flicked her tail, motioning for him to come. She made her way down a grassy hill as she lowered her head calmly. Then, something silver shone from Chica's hind left hoof. Arian wanted to ask about it, but he decided not to. Suddenly, Chica stopped dead in her tracks and Arian stopped as well. A loud holler entered the air as hooves thudded against the grassy ground with vigor.

"What?" Arian screamed as humans on horses galloped towards him. He then focused his brown gaze on Chica. "You!" He thrusted himself forward but a yellow-brown snake curled around his neck, tightening every time he pulled. Arian remembered that it was called a 'rope'. After the first rope, Arian reared and pawed at the air as another rope caught his right foreleg. "Nooo!!!!" A scream escaped Arian's mouth as he brought his hooves back to the ground. The hollering continued as he tried to get away, but it didn't help. Nothing did. He continued to struggle though. The whites of his eyes showed as he realized that he would never get out. Arian jumped forward again but he fell to the ground as a rope constricted his left hind leg, luckily not breaking any bones. A human yelled angrily at the human who roped his hind leg. Out of the corner of his eye, a human with black fur under his nose carried a sharp thing with amber-colored liquid inside, sloshing about. Pain suddenly coursed through Arian as the sharp end stuck into his side before coming out. With a cry, Arian's struggles began to cease slowly as darkness gathered around the end of his sight. He continued to scream and yell until his screams faded into a whimper and finally, silence filled the air as he gave one last kick before lying still.

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Arian looked behind him to see Chica in a different pasture and he pinned his large ears back angrily before lowering his head miserably. He then moved away from the barbed wire fence and laid down, curling his tail around himself.

[IceFire]

Username:IceFire
Equid's Name: Calico aka Coko
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 6
Gender: Stallion
Story:

[Andiliion]

Username: Andiliion
Equid's Name: Desmond
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 3 yrs
Gender: Stallion
Story:
Desmond was very young when he was captured. He was having a normal day in his herd when all of a sudden it got very windy. His little mane blew in the wind and he stumbled around to find his mother, but in the chaos of all the panicked equids he got separated. The wind was strong, so strong in fact that he was almost blown away. There was also a very loud ticking noise, Desmond looked around hoping he would see his mother or father. He couldn't see either of them,and all of the other equids were running all over the place and almost trampling him! "Mom, dad!" He called out but his small voice could not match the loud, repetitive ticking noise. He looked around terrified, almost all of the other equids were gone and he didn't know where to go. Desmond then looked up to see a large black object in the sky, it was the one making all the wind and making so much noise. He started to run but his hoof got caught in a small hole. He flipped over in the grass and laid down, his leg was in pain and to make things worse strange creatures were coming towards him. Desmond squealed and tried to get up to run, but his hoof was to painful. The strange creature picked him up and put him in a large cage. He looked out the bars and could see the other members of his herd in similar contraptions, but his cage went in the opposite direction of the others. He was taken to a small ranch where his leg was examined. He was kept in a large room with other animals that were similar to him, but their ears were not as long and their tails were all hairy and floppy. Desmond stayed at the ranch until he was moved to another location, there he aged and went though the genetic testing research and became the equid he is now.

[ban]

Username: Bantard
Equid's Name: Sage
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 12
Gender: Stallion
Story: Ears laid back, eyes darting to and fro, nostrils flared with traces of frost emitting from his irregular breathing Sage stood. His lithe head swung around, looking for a source of light. The loud noises shattered his exposition, timid and afraid he seemed. However as soon as the doors opened of the horse trailer, Sage bolted. A loud neigh escaped the stallion as he reared, making a terrible decision to stop and flaunt his escape. In the split moment before his hooves connected with the ground a rope sailed over his head. A last effort to escape by jerking away just tightened the noose around his neck, and he tripped over another one as it snaked around his legs until he hit the ground.

The stallion shuffled in his stall, itching to get let out into the pasture for the day. His human never kept him cooped in a stall, why today? A short huff escaped him as he jut his head out of the stall door and peered around the stables. Before catching sight of any human he spotted three horses across the way looking at him. They looked new, or Sage hadn't seen them before. He gave a polite whinny in greeting before looking away. "What are you? Never seen a fjord with such long ears, or a long tail, or so long and thin." Came a voice from one of the other horses, bringing Sage's attention back to them.

After hitting the ground Sage gave a final high pitched wail before another rope was tied tightly around his snout. Images of the mountains he once called home just two days before. How had Sage been singled out and lured into the trailer over anyone else? There were other stallions, other mares, why him? Why cage him up, he was the wildest of the herd. 'These humans will never break me' was what he told him. Shortly after a stinging sensation pierced his hip, a tranquilizer. It was only minutes before Sage was unconscious and at the will of humans.

"Wild Mountain Equid." he answered, his voice hoarse from not speaking in so long. Other than his human, Sage no longer needed to use his vocals other than whinnying or neighing. "How'd you get here?" Came a voice of one of the other two. Would the older stallion tell his tale that ran on a continuous loop in his mind or be sensible and leave the tame mares to their youthful ignorance of how most wild animals were brought into a human home.

Years passed and Sage kept up showing nothing but hatred towards his human owners. All of the tests and needles lasted but a year, now he was being juggled from home to home. His attitude was a big problem, and if not for his rarity in coat he would have been exterminated by now. That is, until he met Emma. She somehow brought out his best side, over time. He still shows a strong dislike for males, especially when wearing a baseball cap from experiences with such people, but he has become much more calm. He is wise, knowledgeable. She broke him, something he swore never to be let done. Now Sage would lay his life in harms way to protect her.

"That's a story for another day," he neighed towards the three mares. Just as he was about to recede into his stall Emma arrived, running and flustered. "Saaageee!" she cried with tears streaming down her cheeks. Her wailing would startle any equine not her own, but Sage rather flared his nostrils and headbutted his stall door in concern. Emma pulled open the stall door and threw her arms around Sage's neck. He stood there, nosing at her shoulder and comforting her. Broken but not gone. He stood there all through the night, not even thinking about bolting through the open stall door.

[.zoë.]

Username: horsegal<3
Equid's Name: wip
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 4
Gender: Stallion
Story: working on it

He's soo boootiful ^^ I love love luv him :3

[Barron]

Username: Barron
Equid's Name: Joker
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: Five
Gender: Stallion
Story: Born as free as a mustang and as magical as an eagle, the young colt raced across the earth. His mother was sure to keep a watchful eye on him from the spot where she stood. You could never be too careful when it came to the young ones. A handful of other foals where born that year, but none like this one. He was stocky and on the taller side for a colt of his age. I swear to you all the animals that he would come across within his days would stop and watch his beauty. Foals grow up though, and by the age of three the young stallion was on his own in the world. Still as beautiful and magical as the years before, he set off in search of mares. His freedom was cut short one day though, as he trotted over a small hill he spotted it. A large round pen full of Norwegian Fjords like himself, they were trapped and calling out for help. Without thinking the stallion was racing down the hill towards the begging horses, he ran into the fence with a promising blow. He fell short though, and the attack failed to set any of the horses free. Again and again he ran into the metal fence, but without any change. Suddenly, a strange thing was throw around the stallions neck, but two more would be needed before the stallion could be caught. Locked within the other horses, he too was now one calling out for help. Within days then months he was sold over and over again to stables and zoos across the world, for a strong and healthly gene of new Norwegian Fjords. Now, this beautiful animal lives among the other horses in a small stable made of nothing but wood and metal in the middle of America.

[Mozzie]

-Reserved-

[GingerTheWolf]

Username: catgirl1173
Equid's Name: Irin ( My dream Fjord name)
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 5
Gender: Stallion
Story: Always been a clever pony and always loved to jump and loves his owner who loves him more then her family when he gets old she will still treat him like now she runs around with him and lays down in the field with him (Like me and my old horse usto do )

[Hyeva!]

Username: EvaLine!!
Equid's Name: Blakken (That name is a very usual name to give to a Norwegian Fjord horse, it's from a norwegian lullaby about a fjord horse that is very tired after a long day of work. Blakk is also the norwegian name of yellow dun.)
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 13 years
Gender: Stallion
Story:
A loud sigh escaped my mounth as I took a small handfull of hay from the little boy's hand as he looked at me like I was a extrodenary and unusual creature. The barn was quite small, but also big enought for me to walk from wall to wall and it felt like a walk down a hill. Thought, I had been ploughing every day since they stole me and ripped me away from my home between larg fjords, mighty lakes and grassfull lands with cows and sheeps sharing it with me.
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"Hush, he can hear you!"
Silent whispering from behind the bushes filled my head with thoughts and fear while I watched the floating humanrider float over the water between the fjords. Preikestolen was the only place I could see the whole land I was born and raised in and my job was to keep it in charge for the hurting human hand.
My ears pircket backwards as a sound of human feets touching stone caught my attention, and like it sounded like two of those enoying creatures came walking toward me. "Hey little fellaw" Calling me little could be discussed, I was bigger than both of them. Thought, my fear hit me like a lightning as they threw a red blanket toward me. My head flew back as i stieled and neighed loudly, and I had no choice but kick untill I came free from the darkness under the blanket. I couldn't see a think and the feeling was making me almost sick, I just ran toward them and I thought I ran over one of them as they fell.
"Uaaah!" the scream made an echo around me and I almost freaked out.
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I panted as I had almost been running all the time.
They where in my heals and my thoughts of my freedom ending today almost made me fell over as I safely jumped over a fallen tree. The forest was thick and hard to come around there, but they where shockingly right behind me and I had no chance.
A large horn-sound from the famous human-water-rider named Hurtigruten made me jump and fell over, landing in a whole at the ground. My pale fur got more muddy and messy as it was before and my mane was almost black of mud. The last thing I remembered was a black blanket falling over me, sickness at the worst and the sound of human-land-riders getting me away from my home where I did belong.
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The little boy smiled and started to sing a song for me.
But even how nice it sounded and how relaxing it was, I could never forget and never forgive what humans ever did.
On the other side, I just got to get used to it..

Fola fola Blakken
Nå er Blakken god og trett
Blakken skal bli god og mett
Å fola fola Blakken

Huff, den leie bakken
Og den lange stygge hei
Den var riktig dryg for deg
Du gamle gamle Blakken

Far han kastet frakken
Blakken kan ei kaste sin
Svetter i det gamle skinn
Den snille snille Blakken

Snart skal Blakken sove
Ikke mer slit i dag
Ikke mer sele-gnag
Og ikke mer tråve

Fola fola Blakken
Går du inn i stallen din
Kommer vesle gutten inn
Og klapper deg på nakken

Transelated to English:

Fola Fola Dobbin
Now Dobbin is good and tired
Dobbin will be quite satisfied
To Fola Fola Dobbin

Huff, the ground lease
And the long ugly hey
It was right for you so hard
You old fola Dobbin

Father threw his coat down
Dobbin can not throw his own
Sweats in the old leather coat
The Sweet, sweet fola Dobbin

Soon Dobbin must sleep now
No more hard work today for you
No more belt-gnawing to do
And no more trotting long ways

Fola Fola Dobbin
If you go into your barn
Will the little boy be not away far
And pat your neck you Dobbin

(Just as a fact, I am from norway and I never thought this would happen! The transelated text wont rhyme that good, but just as you know what it's about.
Words from the story:
Preikestolen is a large rock standing out from a mountain. It's very famous and many people walk up there most on the summer and watch the beautiful veiw.
Hurtigruten is a large boat like a cruise that has a very long route around in norway to see the wonderful fjords and visit the few small towns and villages thats quite famous.
Water-human-rider = A bif cruise boat
Land-human-rider = A car.
Hope you liked it ^^ )

[Foxtrot101]

Username: Foxtrot101
Equid's Name: Gebo
Height: 14,2 hh
Age: 4 years
Gender: Stallion
Story: Gebo was young at the time when it happened. He was simply playing with the other equids who liked his unusual coat pattern. All of a sudden, it was quiet where he lived; no one came out to play with him and he finally understood what was happening. Humans had found where they wild equids lived but they were only after one in particular. Gebo. They crowded around the young equid with a harness and a few ropes. He tried fighting back but he wasn't strong enough, the humans simply pinned him to the ground, put the harness on him then tied the ropes to the harness and dragged him away.
He was taken to an unknown place, full of horses that weren't equids but had the same coloration and pattern as him which scared him. The humans put him in some weird contraption where they cut his mane short then placed him in a stall where he remained for a few days until they decided to put him in an area with no other horses but with one human. He learned to trust the human after a day or two since he didn't have any other choice. Once he trusted humans, Gebo was aloud to be put in a small pasture with foals about his size. He made friends quickly and grew up around the foals but never forgot the friends he knew before.
Years passed and he was now full grown and mature. The wild in him had disappeared after being trained for so long but at times he would miss it. He never went back to being wild, his tame self had grown on him and he now didn't want to lose it like he did when he was first brought in. A sign said "Up for Adoption" on his stall; it puzzled him until he was what it meant. Other horses around him started disappearing, friends he knew were gone and left him alone. But there was one day where that all changed and he was never alone again; A new place with some horses and another equid who he befriended fast.