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Owner: Leftinggg

Name: Wayra, it means "wind" in Quechua.

Gender: Stallion

Age: 7 Years

Breed: American Paint Horse

Colouration: Chestnut Tovero

History: Wayra was born into a wild herd in the Appalachians. He was the lead stallion of his herd for a year, and a good one at that. He was by far the fastest in the herd, and outran all other horses he met. Quechua tribe had been silently stalking that exact herd, having had their horse numbers dwindled down from an attack from another tribe. They quickly targeted the large, fast stallion and captured him within the first week of spotting him. The stallion resented these humans for a while, but eventually gave in and became a trustworthy horse.

Story: Wayra's footsteps were silent as he carefully walked along the mountain pass, a nearly impossible fast due to the hard and rocky ground beneath the stallions hard hooves. He had left his large herd only a few bends back, a risky choice, but one he would take.

For about a week now, he had his eyes set on a mare from another heard. She was a beautiful chestnut pintaloosa, her coat sleek and glossy. She had long and elegant legs, her perfectly arched neck prouldy holding her perfectly shaped head in the air. He was seeking her to be his new lead mare, seeing that his current lead mare was an older horse on her last leg.

Usually he would have made his usual reckless decision of stealing the mare the minute he set eyes on her, but this one was different. He had just cleared the next bend when he came to a halt, finally catching a sight of the other neighbooring herd. To his luck, the beautiful mare was on the outskirts of the herd, making it easier for him to steal her without the lead stallion noticing.

He slowly began walking closer to the herd, carefully placing each hoof with unusual stealth for a horse. He was only a few horses away from the desired mare when his ears picked up a sharp neigh of a horse. His head whipped to the side where he had heard the noise, and to his dismay he discovered several horses galloping towards him and the herd. The amount of horses were too small to form a herd, and had odd blue and red markings painted onto their coats. He noticed there was an odd creature riding on the backs of each horse, completely naked of hair except for a long tuft of hair flowing from the top of their heads.

The herd spooked, frightened neighs echoing through the mountain. The herd began to disperse, and Wayra reared, bunching his muscles up to take off. His hooves clattered to the ground when he felt a strange string of pressure tightening around his graceful neck. He trashed his head, trying to rid the uncomfortable object and instead feeling another slip over his head and tighten around his neck. He gave up after a few moments, instead staring at the creatures on top of the horses with hard and wild eyes. The other horses stared at him with sympathy, but the creatures stare remained hard.

They lead the feisty stallion away to an unfamiliar land outside of the mountains, where they tied feathers to his hair and painted similar markings onto his coat that the other horses had. He struggled briefly through every step, resenting these creatures for taking him away from his home.

Sorry for the bad ending >.<

[The Alpha.]

Owner: Leftinggg

Name: Wayra, it means "wind" in Quechua.

Gender: Stallion

Age: 7 Years

Breed: American Paint Horse

Colouration: Chestnut Tovero

History: Wayra was born into a wild herd in the Appalachians. He was the lead stallion of his herd for a year, and a good one at that. He was by far the fastest in the herd, and outran all other horses he met. Quechua tribe had been silently stalking that exact herd, having had their horse numbers dwindled down from an attack from another tribe. They quickly targeted the large, fast stallion and captured him within the first week of spotting him. The stallion resented these humans for a while, but eventually gave in and became a trustworthy horse.

Story: Wayra's footsteps were silent as he carefully walked along the mountain pass, a nearly impossible fast due to the hard and rocky ground beneath the stallions hard hooves. He had left his large herd only a few bends back, a risky choice, but one he would take.

For about a week now, he had his eyes set on a mare from another heard. She was a beautiful chestnut pintaloosa, her coat sleek and glossy. She had long and elegant legs, her perfectly arched neck prouldy holding her perfectly shaped head in the air. He was seeking her to be his new lead mare, seeing that his current lead mare was an older horse on her last leg.

Usually he would have made his usual reckless decision of stealing the mare the minute he set eyes on her, but this one was different. He had just cleared the next bend when he came to a halt, finally catching a sight of the other neighbooring herd. To his luck, the beautiful mare was on the outskirts of the herd, making it easier for him to steal her without the lead stallion noticing.

He slowly began walking closer to the herd, carefully placing each hoof with unusual stealth for a horse. He was only a few horses away from the desired mare when his ears picked up a sharp neigh of a horse. His head whipped to the side where he had heard the noise, and to his dismay he discovered several horses galloping towards him and the herd. The amount of horses were too small to form a herd, and had odd blue and red markings painted onto their coats. He noticed there was an odd creature riding on the backs of each horse, completely naked of hair except for a long tuft of hair flowing from the top of their heads.

The herd spooked, frightened neighs echoing through the mountain. The herd began to disperse, and Wayra reared, bunching his muscles up to take off. His hooves clattered to the ground when he felt a strange string of pressure tightening around his graceful neck. He trashed his head, trying to rid the uncomfortable object and instead feeling another slip over his head and tighten around his neck. He gave up after a few moments, instead staring at the creatures on top of the horses with hard and wild eyes. The other horses stared at him with sympathy, but the creatures stare remained hard.

They lead the feisty stallion away to an unfamiliar land outside of the mountains, where they tied feathers to his hair and painted similar markings onto his coat that the other horses had. He struggled briefly through every step, resenting these creatures for taking him away from his home.

Sorry for the bad ending >.<

[siennacereal]

Owner: ZombieLuv<3
Name: Little Wolf
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6
Breed: American Paint Horse
Colouration: Chestnut Tovero
Art: WIP<3

[Blackhusky]

Owner:
Blackhusky
Name:
Tapu, which means two.
Gender:
Stallion
Age:
5
Breed:
American Paint Horse
Colouration:
Chestnut Tovero
Art/Story:

My hooves clattered beneath me as I galloped of into the forests. My rider, firmly perched on my back. My rider is called Chaska. He is a tall and very skinny rider. He is strange in many ways, he likes to raise his voice, at me and my friends. He also likes to whip me when I gallop away from him, even the slightest bit! And even now, as I gallop into the forest, he is yelling like a crazy horse! I really hate him, but whenever I try to get away, he wipes my with his stick. He also has painted on me, on my face and body, and as hard as I try to get it off, it never works! The marking are quite annoying for two reasons, the yucky smell, and the fact that if I ever did get away from my vine-like thing around my face, the other riders could see my markings, and take me back to my rider. He has also placed two bird feathers in my main, which I actually don't mind.
But now as I race into the woods, he takes out his stick, and hits me right in the side. Struck by pain, I reared up into the air, and then again I was lashed by the stick. I then started to buck and rear over and over until my rider fell of my back. As soon as he was off, I took the chance to try to escape. Running to the thickset part of the forest. My hooves leaving deep markings in the dirt. I herd the yells of the riders behind me, and then the cilp-clop of my friend, Titter's hooves.His rider was making him chase after me! I twisted of the path, and took a path that way rougher than the last one.
The screams of the riders were nearing, and soon my rider would have me again! The thought made my legs quicken, and soon I was going faster and faster! I was almost at the edge of the woods, and then I would be caught! I was almost there, when I herd the ear-splinting whinny from behind me. I turned around, to find Titter's eyes rolling back, showing his whites as clear as the day sky. I was wondering what was wrong. Is he dead? The thought hit my mind as fast as my riders stick. Then I saw that he wasn't dead, but was really frightened by... a snake!
I had to ignore him if I wanted to escape, now was my chance! Dashing into the flat lands, I headed to the nearest forest. Soon I heard Titter behind me. He was coming closer, than all of a sudden... nothing. They had stopped chasing me! Then I remembered that riders had different lands, and they can not cross onto other lands! Giving one last glance at Titter, I dashed of into the next woods.

[deerly.]

Owner: Oliviaoi
Name: Chaytan (Meaning Falcon in native American )
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5
Breed: American Paint Horse
Colouration: Chestnut Tovero
Art/Story: Majooooorrr WIP

Big WIP This boy is amazing

[snowflop]

Owner:
snowflop

Name:
Abedabun
Native American Chippewa name meaning "dawn; sight of day."

Gender:
Stallion


Age:
5

Breed:
American Paint Horse

Colouration:
Chestnut Tovero

Art/Story:

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[all patched up]

Owner: Leftinggg

Name: Wayra, it means "wind" in Quechua.

Gender: Stallion

Age: 7 Years

Breed: American Paint Horse

Colouration: Chestnut Tovero

History: Wayra was born into a wild herd in the Appalachians. He was the lead stallion of his herd for a year, and a good one at that. He was by far the fastest in the herd, and outran all other horses he met. Quechua tribe had been silently stalking that exact herd, having had their horse numbers dwindled down from an attack from another tribe. They quickly targeted the large, fast stallion and captured him within the first week of spotting him. The stallion resented these humans for a while, but eventually gave in and became a trustworthy horse.

Story: Wayra's footsteps were silent as he carefully walked along the mountain pass, a nearly impossible fast due to the hard and rocky ground beneath the stallions hard hooves. He had left his large herd only a few bends back, a risky choice, but one he would take.

For about a week now, he had his eyes set on a mare from another heard. She was a beautiful chestnut pintaloosa, her coat sleek and glossy. She had long and elegant legs, her perfectly arched neck prouldy holding her perfectly shaped head in the air. He was seeking her to be his new lead mare, seeing that his current lead mare was an older horse on her last leg.

Usually he would have made his usual reckless decision of stealing the mare the minute he set eyes on her, but this one was different. He had just cleared the next bend when he came to a halt, finally catching a sight of the other neighbooring herd. To his luck, the beautiful mare was on the outskirts of the herd, making it easier for him to steal her without the lead stallion noticing.

He slowly began walking closer to the herd, carefully placing each hoof with unusual stealth for a horse. He was only a few horses away from the desired mare when his ears picked up a sharp neigh of a horse. His head whipped to the side where he had heard the noise, and to his dismay he discovered several horses galloping towards him and the herd. The amount of horses were too small to form a herd, and had odd blue and red markings painted onto their coats. He noticed there was an odd creature riding on the backs of each horse, completely naked of hair except for a long tuft of hair flowing from the top of their heads.

The herd spooked, frightened neighs echoing through the mountain. The herd began to disperse, and Wayra reared, bunching his muscles up to take off. His hooves clattered to the ground when he felt a strange string of pressure tightening around his graceful neck. He trashed his head, trying to rid the uncomfortable object and instead feeling another slip over his head and tighten around his neck. He gave up after a few moments, instead staring at the creatures on top of the horses with hard and wild eyes. The other horses stared at him with sympathy, but the creatures stare remained hard.

They lead the feisty stallion away to an unfamiliar land outside of the mountains, where they tied feathers to his hair and painted similar markings onto his coat that the other horses had. He struggled briefly through every step, resenting these creatures for taking him away from his home.

Sorry for the bad ending >.<

Congratulations!

[The Alpha.]

Owner: Leftinggg

Name: Wayra, it means "wind" in Quechua.

Gender: Stallion

Age: 7 Years

Breed: American Paint Horse

Colouration: Chestnut Tovero

History: Wayra was born into a wild herd in the Appalachians. He was the lead stallion of his herd for a year, and a good one at that. He was by far the fastest in the herd, and outran all other horses he met. Quechua tribe had been silently stalking that exact herd, having had their horse numbers dwindled down from an attack from another tribe. They quickly targeted the large, fast stallion and captured him within the first week of spotting him. The stallion resented these humans for a while, but eventually gave in and became a trustworthy horse.

Story: Wayra's footsteps were silent as he carefully walked along the mountain pass, a nearly impossible fast due to the hard and rocky ground beneath the stallions hard hooves. He had left his large herd only a few bends back, a risky choice, but one he would take.

For about a week now, he had his eyes set on a mare from another heard. She was a beautiful chestnut pintaloosa, her coat sleek and glossy. She had long and elegant legs, her perfectly arched neck prouldy holding her perfectly shaped head in the air. He was seeking her to be his new lead mare, seeing that his current lead mare was an older horse on her last leg.

Usually he would have made his usual reckless decision of stealing the mare the minute he set eyes on her, but this one was different. He had just cleared the next bend when he came to a halt, finally catching a sight of the other neighbooring herd. To his luck, the beautiful mare was on the outskirts of the herd, making it easier for him to steal her without the lead stallion noticing.

He slowly began walking closer to the herd, carefully placing each hoof with unusual stealth for a horse. He was only a few horses away from the desired mare when his ears picked up a sharp neigh of a horse. His head whipped to the side where he had heard the noise, and to his dismay he discovered several horses galloping towards him and the herd. The amount of horses were too small to form a herd, and had odd blue and red markings painted onto their coats. He noticed there was an odd creature riding on the backs of each horse, completely naked of hair except for a long tuft of hair flowing from the top of their heads.

The herd spooked, frightened neighs echoing through the mountain. The herd began to disperse, and Wayra reared, bunching his muscles up to take off. His hooves clattered to the ground when he felt a strange string of pressure tightening around his graceful neck. He trashed his head, trying to rid the uncomfortable object and instead feeling another slip over his head and tighten around his neck. He gave up after a few moments, instead staring at the creatures on top of the horses with hard and wild eyes. The other horses stared at him with sympathy, but the creatures stare remained hard.

They lead the feisty stallion away to an unfamiliar land outside of the mountains, where they tied feathers to his hair and painted similar markings onto his coat that the other horses had. He struggled briefly through every step, resenting these creatures for taking him away from his home.

Sorry for the bad ending >.<

Congratulations!

Yay! I'm so happy ^-^ Could you put his name on the drawing? Thanks c:

[all patched up]

Owner: Leftinggg

Name: Wayra, it means "wind" in Quechua.

Gender: Stallion

Age: 7 Years

Breed: American Paint Horse

Colouration: Chestnut Tovero

History: Wayra was born into a wild herd in the Appalachians. He was the lead stallion of his herd for a year, and a good one at that. He was by far the fastest in the herd, and outran all other horses he met. Quechua tribe had been silently stalking that exact herd, having had their horse numbers dwindled down from an attack from another tribe. They quickly targeted the large, fast stallion and captured him within the first week of spotting him. The stallion resented these humans for a while, but eventually gave in and became a trustworthy horse.

Story: Wayra's footsteps were silent as he carefully walked along the mountain pass, a nearly impossible fast due to the hard and rocky ground beneath the stallions hard hooves. He had left his large herd only a few bends back, a risky choice, but one he would take.

For about a week now, he had his eyes set on a mare from another heard. She was a beautiful chestnut pintaloosa, her coat sleek and glossy. She had long and elegant legs, her perfectly arched neck prouldy holding her perfectly shaped head in the air. He was seeking her to be his new lead mare, seeing that his current lead mare was an older horse on her last leg.

Usually he would have made his usual reckless decision of stealing the mare the minute he set eyes on her, but this one was different. He had just cleared the next bend when he came to a halt, finally catching a sight of the other neighbooring herd. To his luck, the beautiful mare was on the outskirts of the herd, making it easier for him to steal her without the lead stallion noticing.

He slowly began walking closer to the herd, carefully placing each hoof with unusual stealth for a horse. He was only a few horses away from the desired mare when his ears picked up a sharp neigh of a horse. His head whipped to the side where he had heard the noise, and to his dismay he discovered several horses galloping towards him and the herd. The amount of horses were too small to form a herd, and had odd blue and red markings painted onto their coats. He noticed there was an odd creature riding on the backs of each horse, completely naked of hair except for a long tuft of hair flowing from the top of their heads.

The herd spooked, frightened neighs echoing through the mountain. The herd began to disperse, and Wayra reared, bunching his muscles up to take off. His hooves clattered to the ground when he felt a strange string of pressure tightening around his graceful neck. He trashed his head, trying to rid the uncomfortable object and instead feeling another slip over his head and tighten around his neck. He gave up after a few moments, instead staring at the creatures on top of the horses with hard and wild eyes. The other horses stared at him with sympathy, but the creatures stare remained hard.

They lead the feisty stallion away to an unfamiliar land outside of the mountains, where they tied feathers to his hair and painted similar markings onto his coat that the other horses had. He struggled briefly through every step, resenting these creatures for taking him away from his home.

Sorry for the bad ending >.<

Congratulations!

Yay! I'm so happy ^-^ Could you put his name on the drawing? Thanks c:

Yup, I haven't gotten a chance to get on my laptop yet, so I will ASAP