[silver ~]

Dropping out, lost connection

[SpartanAmethyst]

username; SpartanAmethyst
name; Alinta;; "flame". Indigenous Australian, unknown what specific origin.
gender; Mare
halter; preset
do or die mission;
--wip;; do not steal

Name is Australian, but was born in the American plains.
Wildfire broke out in a neighboring village.
Mare & rider were sent into the flames to help get the women and children out.
Rider perished in the fire, mare was badly injured. But she wandered for weeks alone, having lost her sense of direction in the smoke.
Found by ARR and nursed back to health. Now is a show horse in parades and some reenactments of famous battles.

[monochrome.]

Dropping Out

[zippo.]

username; Zippo
name; Sanuye "red cloud at sundown" in Miwok
gender; mare
halter; preset
do or die mission;
wip do not steal

-Rider attacks enemy camp on a separate horse.
- Rescue of the Chief's daughter
- His horse is injured, he takes the daughter's horse.
- The daughter and horse return, the original rider is injured severely and dies a week later.
- Daughter paints the horse in his honor.

[SilverBell90]

username; SilverBell90
name; Home is Behind 'Cheveyo' ("Spirit Warrior")
gender; Stallion
halter; preset
do or die mission;
Dropping, but I would love to steal a breeding :I.

[Relamune]

╔xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╗
xxxxxxWhen the blood in
xxxxxxyour veins returns
xxxxxxto the sea,

xxxxxxand the earth in your
xxxxxxbones returns to
xxxxxxthe ground,

xxxxxxperhaps then you will
xxxxxxremember that this
xxxxxxland does not
xxxxxxbelong to you,

xxxxxxit is you who belong
xxxxxxto this land
╚xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╝

username; Dєliяiσus
name; " Donoma " meaning "Sight of the Sun"
gender; Female
halter; preset
do or die mission;

" Be Swift. "
Donoma's breath started to come quicker and quicker, whether it was from the anticipation or the fear that always lingered in her mind when there was a battle on the horizon, she was unsure. Both, maybe. She had overheard the plans that there was going to be a raid on a nearby enemy encampment for a reason she hadn't quite heard from a small group of riders that had passed by her as she grazed around a tipi. It was supposedly well guarded and highly dangerous. A do or die mission. She had been in several battles and raids where the prospect of losing her or her riders life was always a possibility at any moment but they'd never called those do or die. A chill crept throughout Donoma.

She was bred to be a war horse for the Chief's son so one would think she'd get used to this kind of thing. But no matter how many battles they had been in, no matter how many war cries were let out, Donoma always feared the worst for herself and for her beloved human. Her human, the Chief's son, was called Hakkan. It's said the name means fire. Fitting, she'd say, considering the boy's fiery personality. In battle, she always tried to protect him as much as possible. She was replaceable. He was not. The next mission would definitely prove a challenge for both of them.

Being a war horse, she was highly revered and respected by Hakkan and the other members of the tribe. At first, it had felt very weird to be treated with essential royalty but the price she had to pay was definitely high. Donoma often avoided befriending other war horses as her friendships always ended at the weapons of an enemy. Many good people -and horses - had been lost in her lifetime. She just couldn't take the loss at this point.

A hand touching her broad shoulder startled Donoma, making her stumble a few feet. A low laughter was heard and she wanted to roll her eyes. Hakkan. The boy loved to sneak up on her. No matter how many times he does it, she never sees it coming. Donoma would laugh with him if she could. The boy patted her muzzle and lead her away to get prepared for the raid. His actions around her were always careful and slow, making sure he didn't hurt her when he put on her tack in any way. She was grateful and albeit somewhat surprised when he had first showed this gentle nature toward her and the other horses. Hakkan had always been one to roughhouse with his human friends and definitely had the strength to do some harm if he wanted to. But around Donoma, or any animal for that matter, he became more gentle and caring. Donoma shouldn't be surprised, this was a common thing amongst the tribe members. They all seemed to have respect toward nature and it's creatures and it pleased her to see such caring humans.

Leading her to where several other horses and riders were doing their preparations as well, Hakkan grabbed Donoma's halter and reins from a nearby wooden post and equipped them onto the Appaloosa mare. Hakkan usually chose to ride bareback so there was no need to find a riding mat or a saddle. Personally, Donoma found saddles to be uncomfortable anyways. Afterward, several bowls of paint were brought to the riders. Hakkan quickly and skillfully painted her usual symbols, a routine they had done for many years now so the drawings came naturally now. A Blue circle around her eye, green hoofprints along her rear leg, the green dots on her face, and the purple markings near her hooves. This time, however, Hakkan also placed an upside-down hand print on her left shoulder in blue. Another grim reminder of the possibilities to come.

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" Be Strong. "
Donoma breathed in and out, trying to calm her nerves. They had been on high alert ever since the raid party had left the camp. Hakkan had been calm the whole way, not even a tremor in his voice. But Donoma knew better. She had learned that this was just a false face he put on when it was time for action. To show the rest of the group that everything is fine, everything is under control. Once the battling was over and they were safely home was when the events would hit Hakkan and he'd break down in shaking tremors. They had both been taught to fear battle but never show it.

All around her, man and horse stood as quiet as a graveyard as Hakkan scanned the area they were to attach. The raid party was hidden amongst a cluster of bushes and trees on a hill that somewhat overlooked the enemy encampment. They had waited until the next morning, attacking when the sun was just peaking. A hunting party had ridden past them, off to get the meals of the day and completely oblivious to the nearby danger. Donoma felt every pound of her heart and the anticipation might as well have killed her. Nobody so much as even sneezed for fear of alerting the enemies to their position. Soon, a morning patrol had left the camp as well, riding out on their own horses and over a hill. Hakkan pulled on her reins and quietly as possible lead the group down the way they'd come and around the hill they'd been perched on.

Once they reached the base of steep hill, Hakkan clicked his tongue to signal for Donoma to go into a gallop and into the camp, the Indian boy letting out a loud and fierce war cry. The other members of the group followed their commanders lead, spurring their own horses faster and letting out their own cries. Thunder had rolled overhead, as if the heavens themselves were waiting for the attack to begin. As Donoma went into battle, she focused on the things happening around her more than the anxieties inside her. This was it.

The remaining people that remained in the camp looked startled as enemies began flying into their homes. The riders began to pillage anything they could. Supplies, extra materials, some even captured an enemy horse or two. Screams and overall chaos quickly built up in the camp, women running with children in tow and the men grabbing their spears and other weapons to fight back. Donoma dodged the weapons aimed at her and Hakkan, only barely managing to save both their hides. Her tribe only attacked those that were attacking back, letting anybody who chose to run escape freely.

It seemed like the fighting would last an eternity. One of the patrols had heard the sounds and returned as quickly as they could so Donoma's tribe was severely outnumbered. A rival rider came barreling straight for them, slamming straight into Donoma's side. Donoma fell to the ground with a hard thud, Hakkan being tossed a few feet away. The enemy raised his spear above his head, ready to swing down on Hakkan. Acting quickly, Donoma got to her feet and crashed into the rider just as they had done to her. The rival rider and horse both went sprawling to the ground but otherwise seemed unfazed. The horse lunged for Donoma, biting and kicking and throwing insult after insult at the mare. She caught a few of the blows, mostly toward her shoulders and sides, but managed to send the horse fleeing with a few insults of her own tailing after.

She turned back to Hakkan and the rider. The rider had Hakkan pinned to the ground and the spear had been lodged into Hakkan's shoulder. With as much ferocity as she could muster, Donoma raced over to her companion. She reared up with a loud and shrill neigh, bringing her hooves down on the man heavily. He slumped over, unconscious. Whether he was dead or not, Donoma was uncertain but she didn't really want to find out either. She gently nudged at Hakkan who grabbed onto her halter feebly and pulled himself up. With a loud grunt, he managed to remove the spear in a quick motion. He pulled himself awkwardly onto Donoma's back, trying not to use his injured arm as much as possible. Hakkan had taken several blows himself, gashes and bruises covering him. Hakkan spurred her to a gallop, going through the camp and letting out a cry for his raid party to retreat.

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" Be Brave. "
The whole ride back, Donoma wanted to race back to their camp as fast as she could. If only it weren't for the fear of hurting Hakkan even more. Hakkan had kept going still on her back and each time she was afraid he'd died. But a few moments would pass and he'd tense up and curse under his breath. Even the riders around them kept giving wary glances at them. She vaguely noted that the group was much less smaller than when they'd first left. Not by much but definitely a noticeable difference. The pain from the wounds Donoma had received seemed to almost completely vanish as the panic of getting her rider back to a healer settled through her. She kept telling her self Hakkan is strong. He will make it.

Once they made it back home, the remaining raid group was instantly surrounded by the tribe. Children, wives who were waiting for their husbands, siblings waiting for their brothers to return, everybody it seemed had greeted them back. A few men had pulled Hakkan off Donoma's back and were carrying him towards a healer's tipi. She wanted to wait for Hakkan near the tent but a hand had caught her halter and was pulling her in the opposite direction. She protested by pulling in the direction Hakkan had been taken and gave a small whiny. A soft, reassuring voice told her he'll be fine and Donoma recognized the voice of Hakkan's mother. She was the only person Hakkan had trusted to take care of Donoma when he wasn't able to.

Donoma looked back at the tipi then to the graying woman a few times. She gave up with a soft huff and let the woman lead her away. She was lead to the tipi where the Chief and her shared their tent. The woman motioned for Donoma to stay as she entered the tent. She returned a moment later with a healing ointment and some bandages. The woman took her time going over even the tiniest of scrapes on Donoma, applying the ointment as gently as she could. It stung and Donoma couldn't help but flinch away a few times. Bandages were wrapped around the heavier gashes and soon the mare was almost as good as new again. As a thank you, Donoma nuzzled the woman's hand before trotting back to the healer that had taken in Hakkan.

It was days before Hakkan left the tent. He had bandages wrapped around most of his arms and his upper chest but he otherwise looked better than he had a few days ago. Donoma breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the gods that he was alright. Over the past few days, doubts and anxieties had built up and she had nearly exploded from not knowing whether her life long companion was alright or not. He'd definitely taken a lot of hits and for awhile nobody was sure whether he was going to make it or not. If she were anything other than a several hundred pound horse, she was sure she would have leaped into Hakkan's arms. He seemed just as happy to see her as she was to him. His movements were slow and stiff, even managing to lift up his hands to pet her seemed to be a challenge for him it seemed and he always had a look of discomfort and pain. It hurt Donoma to see him in so much pain but the only thing either of them could do was take it easy for awhile and hope for the best.


After the raid, it took a long time for things to die down. The tribe celebrated the victory. It was considered a victory, even though they had retreated, because they had gotten the majority of the enemies supplies and several new horses, mostly younger foals, had been captured and added to the tribe's herd. A big party was held a few weeks later, after a majority of the people that had gone on the raid had healed up as it was a celebration for them. Donoma was glad to see Hakkan had even decided to join the festivities. THe arm he'd been speared in was still healing up but he'd been able to take off his bandages and now adorned several scars from the battle. A wave of guilt washed over Donoma as she saw the battle scars and kept wondering about what more she could have done if she'd been quicker to help Hakkan.

She shook her head of the thoughts. It wasn't good to keep your mind in the past. What happened had happened and there wasn't anything anybody could do. She was just very grateful that her companion was going to fully recover, even if it took awhile.

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[landofmakebelieve]

username;
name;
gender;
halter; preset
do or die mission;

Reserve

[GallopingHowl]

username; GallopingHowl
name; Hope's Destination ~Nahimana~ - (Meaning mystic)
gender; Mare
halter; preset
do or die mission; The faithful rider mounted up onto Nahimana's tall, spotted back. She patted the horse's neck and whispered encouraging words into her ear, "Mystical steed, we shall return victories with our land clear of the dark beast. Our story will become a legend and we shall become heroes." Nahimana threw her head up and whinnied in reply, then trotted cautiously into the forest. The forest had become a place of fear, ever since the horrid, sharp-toothed canine had moved it's den into the tribe's land. Nahimana and her rider had been chosen to defeat the beast that killed the leader's son and Nahimana's brother and free the land from it's rule, because of their bravery, courage, and strength. The two rode deeper into the forest, Nahimana carefully placing her hooves down on the soft grass so she could be almost completely silent as they walked. Their village had warned them that the wolf would have to be defeated on sight, since the wolf was so strong and murderous that it could kill them in the second we look away. They had to defeat it, it was now or never. Nahimana stopped suddenly with her ears perked and nostrils flaring. Silence. The chirping of the birds and crunch of leaves being stepped on by nearby animals had stopped. It was time. Two honey, brown eyes glared at them from the dark and the large wolf stepped out from the shadows. In seconds, the wolf had snarled and leaped close, grazing the front of Nahimana's leg with it's sharp claws. Her rider threw the spear at the wolf, put it swooshed right past it's head and hit the ground next to it. Nahimana, terrified and spooked, reared up on her hind legs and hit down on the wolf, causing it to yelp and limp to the side. Her rider fell off to the ground with a loud thump, and the wolf pounced on her back and snarled as it tried to bite the human. Nahimana kicked the wolf off her rider and chased it off into the forest. After about two hours of chasing it, Nahimana turned around and made her way back to the tribe, limping on the same leg the wolf had clawed. As she returned, her rider quickly limped up and hugged her tightly while the who tribe cheered for them. The wolf was finally gone and the revenge for her brother and tribe leader's son was now complete. Nahimana slowly made her way to the stable with her rider and went into her stall, but her rider stayed with her till Nahimana fell asleep. Their bond didn't break with the injuries, it grew stronger with the pride of completion and teamwork against the wolf.

[Potato.]

This is closed for new entries and I will be cclosing this for judging in the 24 hours so finish up all your entries and editing c:

[Potato.]

╔xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╗
xxxxxxWhen the blood in
xxxxxxyour veins returns
xxxxxxto the sea,

xxxxxxand the earth in your
xxxxxxbones returns to
xxxxxxthe ground,

xxxxxxperhaps then you will
xxxxxxremember that this
xxxxxxland does not
xxxxxxbelong to you,

xxxxxxit is you who belong
xxxxxxto this land
╚xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx╝

username; Dєliяiσus
name; " Donoma " meaning "Sight of the Sun"
gender; Female
halter; preset
do or die mission;

" Be Swift. "
Donoma's breath started to come quicker and quicker, whether it was from the anticipation or the fear that always lingered in her mind when there was a battle on the horizon, she was unsure. Both, maybe. She had overheard the plans that there was going to be a raid on a nearby enemy encampment for a reason she hadn't quite heard from a small group of riders that had passed by her as she grazed around a tipi. It was supposedly well guarded and highly dangerous. A do or die mission. She had been in several battles and raids where the prospect of losing her or her riders life was always a possibility at any moment but they'd never called those do or die. A chill crept throughout Donoma.

She was bred to be a war horse for the Chief's son so one would think she'd get used to this kind of thing. But no matter how many battles they had been in, no matter how many war cries were let out, Donoma always feared the worst for herself and for her beloved human. Her human, the Chief's son, was called Hakkan. It's said the name means fire. Fitting, she'd say, considering the boy's fiery personality. In battle, she always tried to protect him as much as possible. She was replaceable. He was not. The next mission would definitely prove a challenge for both of them.

Being a war horse, she was highly revered and respected by Hakkan and the other members of the tribe. At first, it had felt very weird to be treated with essential royalty but the price she had to pay was definitely high. Donoma often avoided befriending other war horses as her friendships always ended at the weapons of an enemy. Many good people -and horses - had been lost in her lifetime. She just couldn't take the loss at this point.

A hand touching her broad shoulder startled Donoma, making her stumble a few feet. A low laughter was heard and she wanted to roll her eyes. Hakkan. The boy loved to sneak up on her. No matter how many times he does it, she never sees it coming. Donoma would laugh with him if she could. The boy patted her muzzle and lead her away to get prepared for the raid. His actions around her were always careful and slow, making sure he didn't hurt her when he put on her tack in any way. She was grateful and albeit somewhat surprised when he had first showed this gentle nature toward her and the other horses. Hakkan had always been one to roughhouse with his human friends and definitely had the strength to do some harm if he wanted to. But around Donoma, or any animal for that matter, he became more gentle and caring. Donoma shouldn't be surprised, this was a common thing amongst the tribe members. They all seemed to have respect toward nature and it's creatures and it pleased her to see such caring humans.

Leading her to where several other horses and riders were doing their preparations as well, Hakkan grabbed Donoma's halter and reins from a nearby wooden post and equipped them onto the Appaloosa mare. Hakkan usually chose to ride bareback so there was no need to find a riding mat or a saddle. Personally, Donoma found saddles to be uncomfortable anyways. Afterward, several bowls of paint were brought to the riders. Hakkan quickly and skillfully painted her usual symbols, a routine they had done for many years now so the drawings came naturally now. A Blue circle around her eye, green hoofprints along her rear leg, the green dots on her face, and the purple markings near her hooves. This time, however, Hakkan also placed an upside-down hand print on her left shoulder in blue. Another grim reminder of the possibilities to come.

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━
" Be Strong. "
Donoma breathed in and out, trying to calm her nerves. They had been on high alert ever since the raid party had left the camp. Hakkan had been calm the whole way, not even a tremor in his voice. But Donoma knew better. She had learned that this was just a false face he put on when it was time for action. To show the rest of the group that everything is fine, everything is under control. Once the battling was over and they were safely home was when the events would hit Hakkan and he'd break down in shaking tremors. They had both been taught to fear battle but never show it.

All around her, man and horse stood as quiet as a graveyard as Hakkan scanned the area they were to attach. The raid party was hidden amongst a cluster of bushes and trees on a hill that somewhat overlooked the enemy encampment. They had waited until the next morning, attacking when the sun was just peaking. A hunting party had ridden past them, off to get the meals of the day and completely oblivious to the nearby danger. Donoma felt every pound of her heart and the anticipation might as well have killed her. Nobody so much as even sneezed for fear of alerting the enemies to their position. Soon, a morning patrol had left the camp as well, riding out on their own horses and over a hill. Hakkan pulled on her reins and quietly as possible lead the group down the way they'd come and around the hill they'd been perched on.

Once they reached the base of steep hill, Hakkan clicked his tongue to signal for Donoma to go into a gallop and into the camp, the Indian boy letting out a loud and fierce war cry. The other members of the group followed their commanders lead, spurring their own horses faster and letting out their own cries. Thunder had rolled overhead, as if the heavens themselves were waiting for the attack to begin. As Donoma went into battle, she focused on the things happening around her more than the anxieties inside her. This was it.

The remaining people that remained in the camp looked startled as enemies began flying into their homes. The riders began to pillage anything they could. Supplies, extra materials, some even captured an enemy horse or two. Screams and overall chaos quickly built up in the camp, women running with children in tow and the men grabbing their spears and other weapons to fight back. Donoma dodged the weapons aimed at her and Hakkan, only barely managing to save both their hides. Her tribe only attacked those that were attacking back, letting anybody who chose to run escape freely.

It seemed like the fighting would last an eternity. One of the patrols had heard the sounds and returned as quickly as they could so Donoma's tribe was severely outnumbered. A rival rider came barreling straight for them, slamming straight into Donoma's side. Donoma fell to the ground with a hard thud, Hakkan being tossed a few feet away. The enemy raised his spear above his head, ready to swing down on Hakkan. Acting quickly, Donoma got to her feet and crashed into the rider just as they had done to her. The rival rider and horse both went sprawling to the ground but otherwise seemed unfazed. The horse lunged for Donoma, biting and kicking and throwing insult after insult at the mare. She caught a few of the blows, mostly toward her shoulders and sides, but managed to send the horse fleeing with a few insults of her own tailing after.

She turned back to Hakkan and the rider. The rider had Hakkan pinned to the ground and the spear had been lodged into Hakkan's shoulder. With as much ferocity as she could muster, Donoma raced over to her companion. She reared up with a loud and shrill neigh, bringing her hooves down on the man heavily. He slumped over, unconscious. Whether he was dead or not, Donoma was uncertain but she didn't really want to find out either. She gently nudged at Hakkan who grabbed onto her halter feebly and pulled himself up. With a loud grunt, he managed to remove the spear in a quick motion. He pulled himself awkwardly onto Donoma's back, trying not to use his injured arm as much as possible. Hakkan had taken several blows himself, gashes and bruises covering him. Hakkan spurred her to a gallop, going through the camp and letting out a cry for his raid party to retreat.

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" Be Brave. "
The whole ride back, Donoma wanted to race back to their camp as fast as she could. If only it weren't for the fear of hurting Hakkan even more. Hakkan had kept going still on her back and each time she was afraid he'd died. But a few moments would pass and he'd tense up and curse under his breath. Even the riders around them kept giving wary glances at them. She vaguely noted that the group was much less smaller than when they'd first left. Not by much but definitely a noticeable difference. The pain from the wounds Donoma had received seemed to almost completely vanish as the panic of getting her rider back to a healer settled through her. She kept telling her self Hakkan is strong. He will make it.

Once they made it back home, the remaining raid group was instantly surrounded by the tribe. Children, wives who were waiting for their husbands, siblings waiting for their brothers to return, everybody it seemed had greeted them back. A few men had pulled Hakkan off Donoma's back and were carrying him towards a healer's tipi. She wanted to wait for Hakkan near the tent but a hand had caught her halter and was pulling her in the opposite direction. She protested by pulling in the direction Hakkan had been taken and gave a small whiny. A soft, reassuring voice told her he'll be fine and Donoma recognized the voice of Hakkan's mother. She was the only person Hakkan had trusted to take care of Donoma when he wasn't able to.

Donoma looked back at the tipi then to the graying woman a few times. She gave up with a soft huff and let the woman lead her away. She was lead to the tipi where the Chief and her shared their tent. The woman motioned for Donoma to stay as she entered the tent. She returned a moment later with a healing ointment and some bandages. The woman took her time going over even the tiniest of scrapes on Donoma, applying the ointment as gently as she could. It stung and Donoma couldn't help but flinch away a few times. Bandages were wrapped around the heavier gashes and soon the mare was almost as good as new again. As a thank you, Donoma nuzzled the woman's hand before trotting back to the healer that had taken in Hakkan.

It was days before Hakkan left the tent. He had bandages wrapped around most of his arms and his upper chest but he otherwise looked better than he had a few days ago. Donoma breathed a sigh of relief and thanked the gods that he was alright. Over the past few days, doubts and anxieties had built up and she had nearly exploded from not knowing whether her life long companion was alright or not. He'd definitely taken a lot of hits and for awhile nobody was sure whether he was going to make it or not. If she were anything other than a several hundred pound horse, she was sure she would have leaped into Hakkan's arms. He seemed just as happy to see her as she was to him. His movements were slow and stiff, even managing to lift up his hands to pet her seemed to be a challenge for him it seemed and he always had a look of discomfort and pain. It hurt Donoma to see him in so much pain but the only thing either of them could do was take it easy for awhile and hope for the best.


After the raid, it took a long time for things to die down. The tribe celebrated the victory. It was considered a victory, even though they had retreated, because they had gotten the majority of the enemies supplies and several new horses, mostly younger foals, had been captured and added to the tribe's herd. A big party was held a few weeks later, after a majority of the people that had gone on the raid had healed up as it was a celebration for them. Donoma was glad to see Hakkan had even decided to join the festivities. THe arm he'd been speared in was still healing up but he'd been able to take off his bandages and now adorned several scars from the battle. A wave of guilt washed over Donoma as she saw the battle scars and kept wondering about what more she could have done if she'd been quicker to help Hakkan.

She shook her head of the thoughts. It wasn't good to keep your mind in the past. What happened had happened and there wasn't anything anybody could do. She was just very grateful that her companion was going to fully recover, even if it took awhile.

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congrats!

also for those who may be concerned if fancying up the form increased chances- no
c:
yes it looks pretty and nice but I love the name she was given, loved the story and just kept coming back to it whilst trying to decide c: i dont want there to be any bad feelings regarding fancy posts ^.^
thank you all for participating