[O b l i v i o n ☯]

Owner: O b l i v i o n ☯
Name: Agrafina (ag-ra-fina)
Gender: Mare
Height: 13.2 hh
Age: 7 years
Story: wip

[ty_tay]

Owner: ty_tay
Name: Zunta (Lakota for honest)
Gender: Mare
Height: 13.2 hh
Age: 1yr
Story:

The young filly was curled up in the long grass under a large bush. Her champagne fur was spotted with white just as the green grass was wieghted down with morning dew. Her light brown eyes were filled with fear and sorrow, she had no one...

Varah was young, but she wasn't blind. She had seen the filly hide the night before, and she had watched for danger all night. She's almost my age... why is she alone? Her green eyes glinted with curiosity, and she shook the dust out of her golden coat. She slowly walked closer to unknown filly, stopping when she about a tails length away. She looked down at the filly withher ears perked and head cocked to the side.

The filly heard sudden footsteps and looked up wildly to see a strange filly looking at her. She noticed that this golden filly was about the same age as her. Her ears pinned back in fear; her voice quivered as she spoke her truth, "p-please don't h-hurt me... I-I have nowhere to go..."

Varah's eyes softened, "I won't hurt you, but you can't stay out here alone... It's dangerous." Varah raised her head and perked her ears to the right. She could hear frantic voices calling for her. She looked back to the filly, "My name is Varah. What's yours?"

Confused by the way Varah was acting the filly mumbled, "I don't have a name..." She stood up and faced Varah.

"Don't have a name? But everyone has a name... Hmm... You have to be called something..." She looked at the filly and circled her.

"It doesn't matter what I am called, because I don't belong anywhere..." She looked down at her hooves.

The voices were getting closer, and Varah seemed to be getting jumpier. "Of course it matters! Everyone belongs somewhere... You can belong with my herd!" Varah smiled, "We never turn away those who need us!"

The filly shook her head and looked at Varah in disbelief, "You don't understand..."

Suddenly a large golden stallion came crashing through the brush, he trotted up to Varah with his ears pinned back. "Varah! Where have you been? I've been so worried!" Two other stallions followed him through the brush. "Hmm... Who's this?"

Varah put her ears back ashamed at her fathers scolding, "Sorry father..." Her ears perked up when her fathers attenttion turned to the filly. "She says she doesn't have anywhere to go! She's zunta."

"Zunta?" The filly looked at Varah and the Stallion, "No I don't have a name..."

The stallion chuckled, "It's ok young one, zunta means honest... Why are you out here alone?"

She pulled her ears back shyly, "I was abandoned... I don't belong anywhere..."

The two other stallions looked at each other concerned.

"Well whoever told you that was wrong." The stallions voice was soft, "You belong with friends, and it appears you've already made one... You belong in this herd, so long as you want to stay."

"You'd really let me stay?"

Varah jumped happily, "Zunta can stay!"

---------------------------------------------------Three Years Later-------------------------------------------------------

Zunta stood in the middle of a small clearing. She looked around at the equids in the clearing. She smiled as she remembered the first time she had meet each one. Her gaze stopped at the one that it had all started with. The one who she calls her best friend, and here sister. Zunta laid back down lext to Varah, "Good night sister, and thank you for everything you have given me... It is more than I ever thought I could have."

[Zvarjaciely]

Owner: Zvarjaciely
Name:
Gender: Mare
Height: 13.2 hh
Age: 3 years, 6 months
Story: I will be using Vapor's Haruko <3

Wip!

[PaigeyPies]

Owner:PaigeyPies
Name:Montanha (Mountain in Portuguese)
Gender: Mare
Height: 13.2 hh
Age:3.5 years
Story:(Since I'm not friends with anyone with equids...I'll try my best ._.) It was a cold, dry, and snowy winter morning when Montanha decided to take a stroll alone. She trotted gracefully through the pine-filled forest, her tan coat covered in snowflakes, making her almost camouflage against the white ground underneath her hooves. As she continued on, in search of decent food, she raised her head suddenly, pirked her ears high, and froze in place, hearing a slight rustling and a faint animal call in the distance. The young mare crept closer to the noise slowly, lowering her head and tail towards the ground. As she stepped closer to a nearby bush, the sounds became louder and more familiar. A foal? She raised her head in shock and nosed through the bushes gently until she layed eyes on the small, lonely colt, whose red-and-black coat shone bright against the light snow that he was resting on. The young equid looked up at the mare with his ears flat and his eyes dull with destress, his entire body shivering with fear and from the cold. Montanha hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, but finally spoke to the colt softly, "Hello there, young one. Where is your herd and your family?" The colt answered fearfully, his eyes filled with fear of the unknown mare, "I-I don't know, ma'am. I lost them after they r-ran off..." Montanha responded warmly, still in shock of what she had heard and seen, "Oh..." She hesitated for a moment, deep in thought, "I'm sure they aren't too far ahead. Let's go find them, shall we? Can you walk?" The colt nodded slightly and stood up, his long, skinny legs wobbling slightly against the strong wind. They both trotted along a fresh path of hooves and followed them until they came across a large herd in the distance, their heads held low with exhaustion as their eyes searched in all directions. The young colt's eyes shone bright as he gazed towards the herd. Montanha smiled warmly and nudged the colt forward, allowing him to join his herd once again. The colt looked towards her for the last time and responded, "Thank you!" and galloped awkwardly towards the herd. He let out a small nicker to the and their eyes lit up immediately, greeting the colt warmly. Montanha watched the scene for a while with a smile, and trotted back into the forest again, her coat disappearing in the white snow.

[Jean.]

Withdrawn :c

[Luna~tic]

Owner: Luna~tic
Name: Petrichor, but she's generally known as Peri.
Gender: Mare
Height: 13.2 hh
Age: 3 years
Story: A waltz with Tango
wip

[Charchar2]

Eeeep, how pretty !! 'v'

[⭐️ Arctic⚡️Storm ⭐️]

Owner: ☼ Astronomical ☼

Name: Winter's Harsh Frost Bite {Frost Bite}

Gender: Mare

Height: 13.2 hh

Age: 5 years old

Story:

'There's only so much I can do in a situation like this...' Frost Bite panicked uncontrollably while worrying thoughts raced around her head. She backed up slowly; hesitantly, as three large, well-built and quite malicious wolves goaded her ever-growing confidence, concealing her only way of escape. Cornering her towards the edge of the deadly drop, Frost Bite yelped in fear as her back hoof slipped on the weakened surface of worn cliff-face. Somewhat, the shock almost cost her life.The cliff itself towered above the treacherous black waters down below, reaching a colossal height of 600 ft exactly. "Oh no." The young equid pinned her ears to the side, contemplating whether or not to fight. At the end of the day, her family had always managed to defend themselves against predators, but not like this... No, not against three ravenous wolves. The odds were stacked against her, almost so it was impossible to break free. 'How?' she toyed with the question in her mind, etching closer and closer to the near-impending doom staring her in the face.

Strangely enough, It was if these wolves had a sour grudge against her. Not only hunger burned in their eyes, but their teeth were on full display, clearly highlighting that they weren't going down without a fight. They approached Frost, snarling like bears; drooling over their inevitable meal soon to come-endless rows of razor-sharp daggers, glinting dangerously in the dim rays of sunlight. "What do I do?" the amount of pressure gradually building up was enough to weigh down her body and crush her down. Gulping, she closed her eyes, fearing that her life would be over... If it meant that she slipped and fell to her death, or if these wolves became bored with anticipating the next move and pounced to strike. As Frost Bite reluctantly opened her dazzling hazel eyes, now sheened over with trepidation, her world switched into slow motion. Her reaction was quick, but not quick enough. The sudden startle set the wolves solid onto their target, and without another second to spare, the three took to the air with an almighty leap, tackling her ferociously to the ground. What seemed to be the leader of the pack, staring down at her, gave a crooked smile, before instructing the others to kill her with a low growl.

Pain ripped through Frost's body as the wolves attacked her. She screamed desperately, hoping that somebody might come to the rescue and bail her out of this embarrassing misery. She was too young to die, anyway! And what if she lived and her parents had found out about the confrontation? Finding a sudden surge of energy, the spritely equid mare lashed out with a vicious kick, smashing one of the fellow wolves in the leg, snorting in a defensive yet aggressive manner, before the two remaining wolves turned every inch of their concentration onto Frost, snarling in an even more threatening tone. Frost Bite screamed again in sheer desperation. She felt her body becoming weaker and weaker by the second, and her condition would only get worse if nothing happened. She lay her head heavily on the ground as she breathed out, wincing as her injuries throbbed. It was hopeless. The wolves were close and even if somebody were to come, they wouldn't be able to save her in time.. Not like gave a damn. 'Better to die with pride, than to die a coward.' she concluded painfully, as a crystal clear tear slid down her pain-filled face...

However, just as her lights were about to switch out for what seemed to be permanently, a faint sound of thudding hoofbeats echoed gently in the mares' elegant ears, increasing volume the closer they became, before an almighty blood-red bay figure appeared on a large rock, silhouetted against the bright backdrop of the sky. He reared up, showing off his authority to the wolves, soaring through the air and using the wolves as his landing destination. The moment he landed, he freed himself from the heap of the two predators, keeping a wary eye on them. "RUN! Get out of here!" he turned back quickly, ordering Frost assertively. He began nudging her away, remaining protectively infront of the silvery mare, his own body muscles rippling under his fine glossy blood-bay coat.
From what the mare could decipher, this so-called 'male' seemed to be of the same species. A little bigger perhaps-though not much bigger than 14.2. He was stocky, but not to the extend where it seemed out of proportion, then accompanied with long, graceful athletic legs and a trim muscular body to fit his regal upper-body composure. Ears just as long as hers pricked on end, listening to the snarling of the wolves, which seemed to urge him into a more urgent stance. "I said NOW!" He growled, this time ramming the mare forwards and chasing after her a couple of steps to encourage her to leave the danger zone quicker.

Frost gasped in surprise, but nodded blankly, deciding better of it to argue-not daring to disobey what seemed to be her saviour's wishes. Almost instinctively as a trait to show her confidence, Frost gave a small rear, kicking back her legs powerfully and tearing off at a blind gallop through the woods, weaving through trees, using her agility and balancing skills, clearing many difficult obstacles. The sheer efforts of her workout caused white foamy sweat to build up on her neck and shoulders, but she continued pushing on, her hooves pounding the dry, pine-needled-covered earth in an even beat. Her strides were so long that they ate up the ground with ease, barely causing her to loose energy... But she didn't realize the fatigue creeping up on her... After what seemed to be hours of travelling, her body finally shut down, and she was sent to the ground as her legs buckled from underneath her in mid-stride of gallop. Motionless body tossed across the floor like a ragdoll, the mare was thrown against a tree, landing, defeated, with her injuries bleeding out crimson liquid like there was no tomorrow.

Nightfall soon came around, and Frost had still not woken up from collapsing... The blood-bay stallion limped back painfully through the forest as his leg consumed in deep bite marks from the wolves let him know of the pain. He had put up a good fight, successfully killing the two remaining wolves. However, on the not-so-lucky side of things, there was still one injured beast on the loose, which caused an unwanted chill to creep up his spine. It could be anywhere, even HERE... The more he thought about it, the more he gagged.

Walking on, more images flashed through the equid-stallions' head... Who even was that mare? he thought, as the scenario from the fighting began circling his head again... She was being attacked by the wolves when he had been nearby grazing on the open meadows. He had only just heard the shrill screams when he began letting his curiosity take over him-yet he ran into a horrible danger zone. Well, we all know what would've happened if he hadn't of arrived in time... He shivered again, sighing as his eyes trailed over the dim lighting of the sheltered landscape. The tall pine-trees blocked out nearly all of the full-moons' glow, causing him to rely on his terrible eye-sight to guide him through these dark paths. As he squinted harder, a faint outline of a creature laying sprawled out near a tree-base could be seen... He perked up, trotting over to her with a small and hopeful smile etching across his face...

As he slowed to a halt, he breathed a sigh of relief, instantly recognizing the mare he had saved... 'Beautiful' he grinned, scanning the equid-mares' beautiful rich silver and snowy-white coat. She seemed not to move much while she slept, and that was when he recognized what had happened. She too, was badly injured, so he sighed and knelt down besides her, giving her a gentle nudge to attempt to wake her. "Wake up." he chided gently... No response. Trying again, this time with a more firmer approach, the stallion spoke aloud, in a louder-pitch. "Wake up!"

Frost Bite flinched, gasping and sitting bolt upright as her eyes flicked open. She gave a startled snort as she registered this strange mystery stallion infront of her, backing away slightly. "Who are you? What do you want?" The equid stallion gave a sigh of relief, holding his chest as his heart drummed heavily against his ribcage. "Easy... I'm not an enemy, I just saved you from a potentially dangerous situation-is all." He smiled weakly. "Lets skip the gory details. We're both alive atleast. My name's Bracken." He gave a gentle nudge to the mare as a greeting. "Sorry for not introducing myself earlier... What's your name?" Frost gave a dazed look at Bracken, her eyes betrayed emptiness, probably from lack of sleep. "Uhh... M-my names' Frost Bite." She said, bluntly. Her eyes drooped, and she couldn't help but rest back on the base of the tree. Bracken smiled and flicked his tail. "I agree, we better get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow."

{I'm sorry for the lack of quality, it's 3am and I'm dead haha I'll edit it some more tomorrow! Thankyou very much for creating this wonderful equid! <3 }

[⭐️ Arctic⚡️Storm ⭐️]

Just posting again to give this thread a little nudge <3

[e l d e r i a]

Owner: -- b e n j i
Name: Winnie
Gender: Mare
Height: 13.2 hh
Age: Less than 1 year
Story:
The suns gentle rays kissed the snow covered ground, making it sparkle and shine under its gentle golden rays. The wind sang through the evergreen trees. A crimson red cardinal flew over head, his mate following close behind. They twittered back and forth to each other as they landed on a branch. I smiled up at them. "Good morning," I whinnied up at them before continuing on. Spring was here and the forest was alive with chatter and buzz, as forest creatures of all shapes and sizes awoke from their long winter naps. Squirrels raced on slender branches. In the distance a mother bear exited her den, two baby cubs in toe. The wise owl hooted, from his perch, where he was settling in after a long nights flight.

Nearing a large oak tree, still bare of its leaves I slowed to a halt. Lowering my head to the hole near the base, I nickered, "Mr. Groundhog... Mr. Groundhog, it's time to wake up. Spring is here." There was a long moment of silence. "Come on Mr. Groundhog! It's time. The whole forest is waiting for you!"
"You do know that groundhogs don't talk right?" a voice said from behind me.
Lifting my head, I looked back over my shoulder. Oh my, he was handsome, with his blue roan pelts and dark stripes. And his white tobiano. It contrasted beautifully. I could feel the butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "What are you talking about?" I asked the male. "Who are you?"
"I'm Cragen," he responded holding his head high. "And groundhogs can't talk."
Cragen. What a beautiful name. Flicking my tail I shook my head, "He can talk. I know he can."
"Whatever," Cragen said shrugging, "What's your name?"
Turning around to face him, I smiled slightly as I responded, "I'm Winnie."
"Well, nice to meet you Winnie who talks to groundhogs," he said with a smirk, "Maybe we could, ya know, hang out sometime."
Nodding slightly, I smiled. "Maybe."
He looked back over his shoulder slightly, where in the distance a mare was callin for him. "I have to go, bye!" Turning her galloped off. Tilting my head slightly I turned back around, where the groundhog stuck his head out of the hole.
"Who does he think he is saying I can't talk?" He questioned stretching with a yawn. "Of course I can talk. Everyone talks."
Smiling, I nodded. "I don't know. Boys are weird. Want to take a walk?"
"How could I say no?"