[Tigermay]

Alrighty, first off, if I had known what I was going to do markings wise, it wouldn't have taken as long as the timer says. Plus I was watching TV. ^^
Best name & story combo won.

Owner: ty_tay
Name: Stresa (Stray-sah)
Gender: Mare
Age: 5yrs
Breed: Mustang
Height(14.3-17hh): 16.2hh

Genes: ee aa Rnrn Sb1sb1+ Oo

[Ariana Black]

Oh my goodness. I can't wait for the forums to be up because this is just too beautiful to not try and win.

[ty_tay]

Username: ty_tay
Name: Stresa (Stray-sah)
Story:
A lone mare wandered through a winding forest trail in the middle of the night. The cold air turned her breath white. She wanted nothing more than to leave her old life behind. It would cause nothing but pain. She could hear the wolves evil song even though it had been so long since that day...

-----------------------A year in the past--------------------------
"The wolves have been getting very brave in the last few days... I want you to be careful Glory." The stallion nussled her mane.

Glory nickered, "You don't need to worry about me. I can take care of myself." She nosed her mate.

"I don't doubt that, but it never hurts to be careful."

-----------------------That night--------------------------
Glory and her mate stood at the edge of the forest. The moon was high in the sky. The wolves strange song called through the night. When the wolves began their attack. The pair ran to warn the others in the herd, the wolves close behind them. Glory's mate turned to defend her.

"Glory, go warn the others!"

"I'm not leaving you behind." Glory sounded desperate, she knew that he couldn't take on the wolves by himself.

"GO!!!"

Glory had no choice but to flee. She galloped as fast as she could warning the herd that the wolves were attacking.

Several members of the herd went into the forest, none had returned when morning had come.

Glory urged the lead mare to let her go in search of her mate, and the mare reluctantly agreed as long as a stallion went with her.

They found Glory's mate barely clinging to life, "glory..." He spoke very quitely, "glory, don't... forget me..."

Grief stricken Glory refused to go back to the herd. after all there was nothing left for her there. No family, no mate, and no friends.
-----------------------The present--------------------------
She had kept her promise. She had never forgotten him. Nor had she forgotten the wolves that killed him.

A familular song twisted through the night air, more mournful than before.

Enraged Glory went after the song determined to get revenge for her beloved. when she reached the wolf she found it alone mourning the loss of its mate. It had made no move to attack her or even acknolegde her presence.

"A strage creature the wolf is. Isn't it?"

Glory turned to see a young stallion standing beside her. "How did you..."

"Approach without you hearing me?" the stallion chuckled. "Is that relevent?"

She could not answer.

The wolf looked over the two horses and shied away. It wandered back into the forest utterly alone.

"Those wolves just tried to attack my herd. Sadly for them we are not easily hunted. We managed to drive off the main pack some time ago, but these two remained and were desperate. We didn't mean to kill her mate, but it could not be helped." The stallion looked away from the corpse.

"They are monsters, they kill for pleasure!" Glory responded not believing what she was hearing.

"They hunt for food. Not for the fun of it..." The stallion was calm. He began to walk away. "Why don't you come with me? You look like you've been on the move for a long time."



Glory was hesitant, but she followed him to his herd. It was surprisingly small. There were only six horses, all of whom were happy to meet her and introduce themselves. The stallion who led her to them introduced himself as Phantom. The others were Advetian, Charger, Vala, Gala, and Matre.

Matre stepped over to Glory, "We are all so pleased to meet you, but we would like to know who you are."

Glory hesitated, "My name is... Glory..."

Charger faced her, "It seems as though that's a name you no longer want..."

Glory nodded.

"Then choose a new name. A name that means something to you," Advetian smiled at her.

Glory looked down at the ground thinking deeply, sighing she spoke, "ok."

Phantom looked at her, "What name do you choose?"

"I will take my mates name... He died a long time ago, and I promised him that I would never forget him... My name will be Stresa..."

The other horses whinned and gave thier approval of Stresa's new name. Phantom stepped forward, "We would like you to join our heard Stresa. You do not have to decide now, but you will always be welcome here..."
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Stresa is currently undecided as to wether or not to accept this herds offer, or to decline and continue her wandering.

Gender: Mare
Age: 5yrs
Breed: Mustang
Height(14.3-17hh): 16.2hh

Would art improve our form at all?

[G.L'S]

Oh my goodness Tiger, she's gorgeous! Must resist urge to try for her

[Ariana Black]

Unlike G.L. I'm not that good at fighting impulses. lol

Username: MakaniBlack
Name: Bella Anita which is translated as Beautiful grace.
Story: The day Bella was born. Her mother's herd gathered together to await her birth.They didn't have to wait long before the beautiful filly was born. Many said she was Bella meaning beautiful. When the filly was able to stand, she walked with such grace that they said she was Anita meaning grace. So it was that her mother decided to name her Bella Anita for her beauty and her grace.
Gender: Mare
Age: 2 years old
Breed: Spanish barb
Height(14.3-17hh): 15.2

[vhenan.]

Username: Blaise the cat
Name: Sun's Mark
Story: Sun got his name at birth. His reddish spots had a light orangish glow. At sunset, he looked like bits of his fur was aflame with the sun's majestic light. His eyes gently glistened like the sun. They named him Sun's Mark for his golden appearance when the sun is brightest.
Gender:Stallion
Age: 3 years
Breed: Paso Fino x Thoroughbred
Height(14.3-17hh): 15.3 hh

[SerenWish]

Username: SerenWish
Name: Cephas (Means "steady like a rock" in Aramaic)
Story: Cephas was born in the mountains of Montana, to a small band of wild mustangs. When he came of age, he was driven out by his father, and told to find a new home- but the young male, then called Chama for his ember-like coat, didn't want to leave so soon- he was worried for his younger half-sister, who was weak. He hung around, avoiding the watchful gaze of his protective father, always in the shadows to mask his flashy, handsome coat. He was content to remain there, a sient guardian, as the spring rains came, showering the land and turning the earth soft.
It was another rainy day when the unthinkable happened, and the soggy earth gave way beneath the filly's hooves. She whinnied frantically as her body hurtled down the steep embankment, crashing into the river, the swollen waters covering her head. The melting snow and constant rain had turned the river into a monster, hungrily sucking down whatever it could get its jaws on- and now they were on Cephas' sister. And he saw it all.
The mares and old stallion were staring, struck down in shock at the suddenness of the loss, when Cephas galloped from the trees and leapt down, his creamy mane and tail flowing behind him as he crashed into the foaming water. Sinking briefly before coming back up, his body was jerked and carried by the current, closer to his struggling sister. He swam towards her, letting the current back him, before he sank his teeth onto her neck, trying to draw her closer to himself- and up over his back. She was flailing at first, but went still from exhaustion, letting her brother pull her up. They were not done yet though- the raging current was dragging them towards a much deadlier foe- a fifty-foot drop onto rocks and churning water.
Cephas paddled against the flow, trying to head diagonally to the shore, but he was pushed back, closer and closer to the edge- until he felt his hooves strike rock. He wedged his hooves in the cropping of rock, straining to keep himself secure there, as the water slammed against his chest, trying to force him backward- but he did not crumble. He stayed there, forcing himself to stay as solid as the rock he was using. He had to stand firm- for his sister's sake, at least. And he did- until his father could swim out and help them both to shore.
His father eyed his disgraced son and saved daughter, and gave him a new, admirable name- "Cephas." Though the stallion moved off on his own, he knew that he would be permitted to return- that was, until he was brought into the hands of the humans. He now stays there, but always keeps an eye out for his sister, in case she ever needs his help again.
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4 Years
Breed: Spanish Mustang
Height: 15.3 hands

[ty_tay]

Would artwork help our forms at all?

[Tigermay]

Would artwork help our forms at all?

It'd help in showing effort, but the decision will still be based on the name and the accompanying story.

[ty_tay]

Would artwork help our forms at all?

It'd help in showing effort, but the decision will still be based on the name and the accompanying story.

ok thank you