[waverly,]

Write a super cool, interesting story about this one. No more than 750 words. No more than 200 words for personality

Ends 8/15/15

Username: Obsessed
Name: Weich und Erdige // Erin
Gender: Stallion
Eye color: brown

[Obsessed]

Username: Obsessed
Name: Weich und Erdige // Erin
Gender: Stallion
Eye color: brown
Halter color: Surprise me
Personality: Erin is very shy. He has been moved around with his owner his whole life from one place to another, and while that has made other's more outgoing, the stress of it made Erin shy. Despite that, if you can get him into a conversation you will never be able to get a word in. He gets nervous and simply cannot stop talking. He loves the cold and will actively seek to be outside even during record-breaking blizzards. He's also very immature, frequently behaving more like a foal than a grown horse. This is both a blessing and a curse. Erin has a streak of selfishness that manifests itself when he gets attached to someone or something. 'Sharing' is a concept completely unknown to him, whether it's a toy, a human, or another horse he gets attached to.

Story: This story takes place two years ago. Two, because two years ago Erin lived in Canada with his owner. He had liked Canada the best out of all the places they had lived, but his human had not felt the same way. Especially not after that night.
No, out story doesn't begin at night. Too cliche. Completely ridiculous. Erin would never stand for it. It was cold, a few days before the night that made his owner decide to move, and nearly two feet of snow lay on the ground. Erin didn't understand months, but he liked the cold. Relished in the way it nipped his coat and blew over him like a ghostly touch. So Erin was outside. Outside, because he could and he wanted to and his human couldn't fight him forever.

But Erin was also alone, and he hated to be lonely. It was a very lonely place they lived in, with trees and trees and more trees. He had tried to be friends with the deer, but they seemed to be more shy than him, so he decided to try and get the big dogs that lived in the woods to be his friends. He knew they chased the deer, and didn't understand why the deer never seemed to want to play this lovely game. Day after day he called to the dogs, though they didn't respond to him. Their noises were strange, and bothered his owner. Especially at night.

But that night Erin was bored enough and brave enough to awkwardly jump over the fence (it wasn't easy in this much snow) and gallop through silver snow and pale moonlit trees in pursuit of the big dogs. They found him before he found them, lost and excited to do something so not-routine. One of the big dogs feinted forward. Sensing the game was on, Erin ran, tossing his head and trumpeting a challenge. He ran long and hard with the wind singing sweetly in his ears and the sounds of heavy breathing behind him. They were bigger dogs than he had guessed, with yellow eyes and friendly grins as they chased after him.

The game was too much fun to end, until one of them lumped, landed on his back, and attempted to crush his throat. Then Erin was running with blind terror, kicking and crow-hopping the big dogs off and floundering through snow drifts. Erin probably would have died that night. Two things saved him; for one, he fought them hoof and teeth, biting and kicking whenever they came too close. And second, he had been running towards the little farm he lived on. He leaped the fence clumsily, more charging through it than going over, and the pack slowed.

A light turned on from his human's house, and the wolves were close enough that Erin could feel the force of their panting. His sides shook. He was coated in sweat, chilling fast, covered in bites and scratches. He reared, threw himself towards the ground. His human came outside, and the wolves scattered. Erin was suddenly not afraid but angry. Angry at himself, that he was silly enough to think they would be good playmates. He was exhausted and carefully walked and rubbed down.

For the next week he had to endure the constant scrutiny of a vet, and soon after that they moved further south, but Erin never forgot his lesson: wild things couldn't be his friends. It was a balance he was not part of. This lesson has stayed with him since.

[Captain Chomp]

Username:
Champion.
Name:
Strutting For Stunts // Pepper Jack
Gender:
Stallion
Eye color:
brown
Halter color:
Classic black and white checkerboard
Personality:
Wil (show off, thrill seeker, daring, protective and loyal)
Story:
Story of him and Junior performing a stunt in.fire

[defiance.]

Username: bolton
Name: blacksmith's oath // gendry
Gender: stallion
Eye color: brown
Halter color: ice blue c:
Personality: res
Story: //major wip need to sleep on it

[waverly,]

Username: Obsessed
Name: Weich und Erdige // Erin
Gender: Stallion
Eye color: brown
Halter color: Surprise me
Personality: Erin is very shy. He has been moved around with his owner his whole life from one place to another, and while that has made other's more outgoing, the stress of it made Erin shy. Despite that, if you can get him into a conversation you will never be able to get a word in. He gets nervous and simply cannot stop talking. He loves the cold and will actively seek to be outside even during record-breaking blizzards. He's also very immature, frequently behaving more like a foal than a grown horse. This is both a blessing and a curse. Erin has a streak of selfishness that manifests itself when he gets attached to someone or something. 'Sharing' is a concept completely unknown to him, whether it's a toy, a human, or another horse he gets attached to.

Story: This story takes place two years ago. Two, because two years ago Erin lived in Canada with his owner. He had liked Canada the best out of all the places they had lived, but his human had not felt the same way. Especially not after that night.
No, out story doesn't begin at night. Too cliche. Completely ridiculous. Erin would never stand for it. It was cold, a few days before the night that made his owner decide to move, and nearly two feet of snow lay on the ground. Erin didn't understand months, but he liked the cold. Relished in the way it nipped his coat and blew over him like a ghostly touch. So Erin was outside. Outside, because he could and he wanted to and his human couldn't fight him forever.

But Erin was also alone, and he hated to be lonely. It was a very lonely place they lived in, with trees and trees and more trees. He had tried to be friends with the deer, but they seemed to be more shy than him, so he decided to try and get the big dogs that lived in the woods to be his friends. He knew they chased the deer, and didn't understand why the deer never seemed to want to play this lovely game. Day after day he called to the dogs, though they didn't respond to him. Their noises were strange, and bothered his owner. Especially at night.

But that night Erin was bored enough and brave enough to awkwardly jump over the fence (it wasn't easy in this much snow) and gallop through silver snow and pale moonlit trees in pursuit of the big dogs. They found him before he found them, lost and excited to do something so not-routine. One of the big dogs feinted forward. Sensing the game was on, Erin ran, tossing his head and trumpeting a challenge. He ran long and hard with the wind singing sweetly in his ears and the sounds of heavy breathing behind him. They were bigger dogs than he had guessed, with yellow eyes and friendly grins as they chased after him.

The game was too much fun to end, until one of them lumped, landed on his back, and attempted to crush his throat. Then Erin was running with blind terror, kicking and crow-hopping the big dogs off and floundering through snow drifts. Erin probably would have died that night. Two things saved him; for one, he fought them hoof and teeth, biting and kicking whenever they came too close. And second, he had been running towards the little farm he lived on. He leaped the fence clumsily, more charging through it than going over, and the pack slowed.

A light turned on from his human's house, and the wolves were close enough that Erin could feel the force of their panting. His sides shook. He was coated in sweat, chilling fast, covered in bites and scratched. He reared, threw himself towards the ground. His human came outside, and the wolves scattered. Erin was suddenly not afraid but angry. Angry at himself, that he was silly enough to think they would be good playmates. He was exhausted and carefully walks and rubbed down.

For the next week he had to endure the constant scrutiny of a vet, and soon after that they moved further south, but Erin never forgot his lesson: wild things couldn't be his friends. It was a balance he was not part of. This lesson has stayed with him since.

This was riveting from start to finish, congrats!

[Obsessed]

Oooh I wooon ~ with my three am story lol and German name that means 'soft and earthy' (I'm sorry Erin) ♥ This bab is super pretty! I'm really excited to be the owner and I love love love that halter c: I know exactly what to write first...meh heh heh heh...