[Ariana Black]

Owner: -Kyoya Senpai-
Name: Linnea (Pro: Lin-EE-uh)
Breed: Epona
Height: 15.3 hh
Gender: Mare
Age: 4 years
Color: White
Markings: Blanket and Unique facial marking

[ilhdc7]

Owner: ilhdc7
Name: Tell-Tale Heart 'Guilt'
Breed: Epona
Height: 14'4
Gender: Mare
Age: 8 Years Old
Color: White
Markings: Blanket and Unique facial marking
Other:

Being caught in a rope/scaring + Me capturing/befriending her

[Spiritstar3]

Owner: Spiritstar3
Name: Epona's Little Night
Breed: Epona
Height: 16 hands
Gender: Mare
Age: 7 years
Color: White
Markings: Blanket and Unique facial marking
Other: Wip!M

[Corvus Prismatica]

Owner: Moonhigh
Name: Phantom Heart
Breed: Epona
Height: 15.3 hh
Gender: Mare
Age: 7
Color: White
Markings: Blanket and Unique facial marking
Other:

[Ariana Black]

Yes whips are allowed and you can add stuff if you want.

[Spiritstar3]

Thank you!

[Wolf Prints]

Owner: Unsung Heroes
Name: Willowsong
Breed: Epona
Height: 16 hands high
Gender: Mare
Age: 7 years
Color: White
Markings: Blanket and Unique facial marking
Other:

Willowsong used to be a perfectly calm, loving mare. she would go up to children, giving them rides on her back and letting them pet her. (WIP!)

[Poodlette]

Owner: -Kyoya Senpai-
Name: Linnea (Pro: Lin-EE-uh)
Breed: Epona
Height: 15.3 hh
Gender: Mare
Age: 4 years
Color: White
Markings: Blanket and Unique facial marking
Other: Scared, Linnea wandered around the empty pasture looking for any food at all. She was in poor condition and needed food or she would die soon. Frantically she trotted over to a muddy puddle that has formed a few nights back during a storm. She sipped the water, wondering where her owners had gone.

She was a happy foal when she came to live with the other horses in the Clark's farm. They were an old couple who lived in the country-side of Kentucky. For their whole lives, they lived around horses, raising and breeding them. When Linnea got to their ranch, she was a healthy and very peppy foal. The owners were good to her, taking care of her. She never missed a vet checkup and was always well fed and cleaned. Then one day, Mr. Clark passed away, leaving Mrs. Clark to care for their 5 horses. It was a tough job to do by herself, especially since she was an elderly woman. Mr. Clark passed away about 2 months ago and Mrs. Clark was weak as it is. There wasn't much time left for her either.

2 days ago, Linnea woke up peppy and ready for a nice gallop. But Mrs. Clark was nowhere to be found. She never forgot to feed the horses; it was a habit by now. Where could Mrs. Clark be? Confused, Linnea just shrugged it off and waited around 2 hours, but still, no Mrs. Clark. Once again, Linnea shrugged it off, but she was still a bit worried. She wasn't that hungry anyway so she began the long wait again. It was about 3 in the afternoon and still no Mrs. Clark so Linnea began getting nervous, She was still stuck in her stall with very little room, food, and water.

The next morning, Linnea woke up starving. She had eaten all of her food and water from the night before. She looked over to her food dish hoping it was refilled but no, still empty. She knew something was very wrong. With 5 strong and aching kicks to the door, Linnea kicked the stall door down, dashing to the field, hoping the grass was still alive.

Unfortunately, today was not Linnea's day. When she walked out of the barn, she heard the crack of dead, dried grass. The grass had a white-green hue to it and appeared frosted. This grass could be eaten but would not provide enough water and energy for her. She walked back to the barn sadly as it started to rain.

The next day, Linnea knew that Mrs. Clark would not come back. It was clear she had left or something happened to her. Linnea was worried that she would run out of food so with the little energy she had left, she jumped over the wooden fence but slipped because the fence was a bit too high. As she landed, she fell into thorn bush. She only got a few minor cuts (not deep enough to leave any permanent marks) and a little splinter from the fence but one of the thorns left a very long and deep cut on her neck. Linnea didn't have time to numb the pain though, she was determined to find something, anything to eat.

After wandering a great distance, she stumbled upon river-side rich with healthy berries and grass. Once she filled up on the fresh water and tasty grass, she headed off, not knowing where she was going. On her way, in the distance she would see horses but didn't bother talking to them.

As she was trotting down a shady trail, she came across a mare and her owner. He was riding on the mare down the trail till he halted. He walked up to the injured and starved mare, Linnea, and tried to pet her muzzle. Linnea back up, scared to be touched by the foreigner. Noticing she was untrusting, he reached into the bag on his mare's pouch on her behind and pulled out some sugar cubes, putting them in his palm and offering them to Linnea. She was cautious at first but gave in for the sweet, sweet sugar cubes. She licked her lips after finishing them, not more trusting of the human.

The man, not seeing a rider or owner in sight quickly tied Linnea to his mare and wandered off to look for a nearby owner. He thought maybe the horse had wandered off or escaped from an abusive owner, seeing all her cuts and ribs. As Linnea walked next to the other mare, she began talking to her, a bit weary still of the man. But she felt safe knowing another horse was with her.

The two talked the whole journey, finding they had lots in common and really hitting it off. Linnea told the mare how she got here and what had happened. The mare was very sympathetic, nuzzling Linnea, comforting her.

Although Linnea was very sad to leave her home, she was glad she made a friend along the way and later, the man decided to keep Linnea after no luck finding Linnea's owner.

[Solloby]

Owner: Solloby
Name: Arielle
Breed: Epona
Height: 15.8 hh
Gender: Mare
Age: 8 years
Color: White
Markings: Blanket and Unique facial marking
Other:

Arielle flared her nostrils, stepping backwards cautiously as the strange creature before her reached out tentatively with their hand. Arielle did not like other creatures very much. She did not mind the little birds that sang, or the gentle rabbits and other small creatures that lived in the forest nearby. Creatures anywhere near her size though, they were not to be trusted. Arielle did not like them at all.

The figure spoke softly, but the mare did not hear the words for her ears were too busy flicking about in distraction. Arielle carefully surveyed her surroundings, fearful of what might happen should she have to take flight. Her last encounter with a strange creature had not ended well at all, and she still had the scar to prove it.

The creature had been different to this one, smaller and lower to the ground, with vicious claws and snarling teeth. Arielle had feared for her life, and not wanted to strike out with her hooves lest they be attacked and she become trapped there with the beast. She had instead chose to turn and run, trusting her steady legs to carry her away from the danger as quickly as possible. Hearing the ferocious beast behind her, Arielle had started darting between trees, hoping to lose the creature in the forest. She was sure it was gaining on her, although she did not dare to look back.

Clattering around a sharp corner, Arielle could see the beach to her left. Would the compact sand make it harder for the creature following her, allowing her to leave it behind? Or would the damp sand give way underfoot and leave her lying helpless while her predator bore down on her? Glancing to her right, the spotted mare wondered if she could navigate the thick undergrowth safely. She knew the forest well, but had never thrown herself so rapidly through the foliage, and the sky was darkening which reduced her visibility while giving her predator a decided advantage.

Arielle's heart thundered with fear as she made the decision to veer right. At least if she were tangled in the undergrowth she would be able to kick out with her solid black hooves. She had no desire to lie struggling in the cold wet sands. Dashing through the forest as fast as she dared, Arielle continued to dart between trees in the hopes of losing the beast chasing her. Her muscles burned with exhilaration and her tail whipped around behind her. Leaping over a fallen log, Arielle had just begun to wonder if she had lost the creature when a thick trunk suddenly appeared before her. Moving too fast to bring herself to a halt in time, she surged left into thick bush.

Pushing on through the foliage, Arielle felt a searing pain her right shoulder. Bring herself to a halt, she whipped around immediately to see if she had been followed. It appeared the chase was over, she had won. Chest heaving, Arielle took a moment to catch her breath and ponder the sharp pain in her shoulder. She could see now the broken branch on the thick tree she had only barely avoided, it must have dug into her when she turned. It was not thick, but it had been sharp. No longer fueled by fear or adrenaline, Arielle felt the energy drain out of her. She carefully made her way through the forest to a small stream she often visited during the day time. There she spent a restless night filled with mild pain and fear. It was not one that she wished repeated.

Looking now at the creature before her, Arielle decided that this one was not likely to chase her so dangerously through the forest. It had no claws and its teeth weren't sharp at all. It seemed friendly enough, and was calling softly to her as though it wanted to be her friend. Arielle shifted her weight nervously onto her left front hoof, unusually aware of her fading scar. The creature before her was now rustling through a bag it had brought, searching for something of interest. Arielle watched cautiously, deciding to wait and see what the creature really wanted. She was pleasantly surprised when a dark red apple appeared from the bag. The smooth round fruit was held up towards her in offering, a gesture of goodwill on behalf of the figure before her.

Tentatively stepping forwards, Arielle accepted the gift with politeness and grace, be careful not to nip the kind figure who was offering her the treat. Arielle found herself filled with calm as she enjoyed the delicious apple, and decided that perhaps not all strange creatures were things to be feared. If she spent her entire life running and hiding from creatures that may chase or hurt her, how was she going to meet kind new friends? Arielle would still be a cautious mare, but perhaps she would not flee so quickly the next time she met someone she had never seen before.

[Ariana Black]

Owner: -Kyoya Senpai-
Name: Linnea (Pro: Lin-EE-uh)
Breed: Epona
Height: 15.3 hh
Gender: Mare
Age: 4 years
Color: White
Markings: Blanket and Unique facial marking
Other: Scared, Linnea wandered around the empty pasture looking for any food at all. She was in poor condition and needed food or she would die soon. Frantically she trotted over to a muddy puddle that has formed a few nights back during a storm. She sipped the water, wondering where her owners had gone.

She was a happy foal when she came to live with the other horses in the Clark's farm. They were an old couple who lived in the country-side of Kentucky. For their whole lives, they lived around horses, raising and breeding them. When Linnea got to their ranch, she was a healthy and very peppy foal. The owners were good to her, taking care of her. She never missed a vet checkup and was always well fed and cleaned. Then one day, Mr. Clark passed away, leaving Mrs. Clark to care for their 5 horses. It was a tough job to do by herself, especially since she was an elderly woman. Mr. Clark passed away about 2 months ago and Mrs. Clark was weak as it is. There wasn't much time left for her either.

2 days ago, Linnea woke up peppy and ready for a nice gallop. But Mrs. Clark was nowhere to be found. She never forgot to feed the horses; it was a habit by now. Where could Mrs. Clark be? Confused, Linnea just shrugged it off and waited around 2 hours, but still, no Mrs. Clark. Once again, Linnea shrugged it off, but she was still a bit worried. She wasn't that hungry anyway so she began the long wait again. It was about 3 in the afternoon and still no Mrs. Clark so Linnea began getting nervous, She was still stuck in her stall with very little room, food, and water.

The next morning, Linnea woke up starving. She had eaten all of her food and water from the night before. She looked over to her food dish hoping it was refilled but no, still empty. She knew something was very wrong. With 5 strong and aching kicks to the door, Linnea kicked the stall door down, dashing to the field, hoping the grass was still alive.

Unfortunately, today was not Linnea's day. When she walked out of the barn, she heard the crack of dead, dried grass. The grass had a white-green hue to it and appeared frosted. This grass could be eaten but would not provide enough water and energy for her. She walked back to the barn sadly as it started to rain.

The next day, Linnea knew that Mrs. Clark would not come back. It was clear she had left or something happened to her. Linnea was worried that she would run out of food so with the little energy she had left, she jumped over the wooden fence but slipped because the fence was a bit too high. As she landed, she fell into thorn bush. She only got a few minor cuts (not deep enough to leave any permanent marks) and a little splinter from the fence but one of the thorns left a very long and deep cut on her neck. Linnea didn't have time to numb the pain though, she was determined to find something, anything to eat.

After wandering a great distance, she stumbled upon river-side rich with healthy berries and grass. Once she filled up on the fresh water and tasty grass, she headed off, not knowing where she was going. On her way, in the distance she would see horses but didn't bother talking to them.

As she was trotting down a shady trail, she came across a mare and her owner. He was riding on the mare down the trail till he halted. He walked up to the injured and starved mare, Linnea, and tried to pet her muzzle. Linnea back up, scared to be touched by the foreigner. Noticing she was untrusting, he reached into the bag on his mare's pouch on her behind and pulled out some sugar cubes, putting them in his palm and offering them to Linnea. She was cautious at first but gave in for the sweet, sweet sugar cubes. She licked her lips after finishing them, not more trusting of the human.

The man, not seeing a rider or owner in sight quickly tied Linnea to his mare and wandered off to look for a nearby owner. He thought maybe the horse had wandered off or escaped from an abusive owner, seeing all her cuts and ribs. As Linnea walked next to the other mare, she began talking to her, a bit weary still of the man. But she felt safe knowing another horse was with her.

The two talked the whole journey, finding they had lots in common and really hitting it off. Linnea told the mare how she got here and what had happened. The mare was very sympathetic, nuzzling Linnea, comforting her.

Although Linnea was very sad to leave her home, she was glad she made a friend along the way and later, the man decided to keep Linnea after no luck finding Linnea's owner.

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