[~*WinterWolf*~]

Owner: ~*WinterWolf*~
Name Aruso
Gender: Female
Age 7 years
Height: 7.6 feet
Short Story: As i walk through the clouds, feeing the cool breeze ruffling my mane and tail, the land below is dry and dusty. I sigh and stop in my tracks. All of a sudden, another tempistine appeared, strong and proud. He looked at me challengingly. I narrow my eyes. Was this male asking for a challenge? I snort and take a step forward. He advanced toward me as well, bouncing his head up and down with a little whinny. I flick my ears and rear up. He rears as well. Then he stamps down, splattering rain down on the land below. After i come down as well, I buck, kick my powerful hind legs out, and let them slam down onto the clouds we're standing on. More rain than his falls down and i raise my head, giving a bragging snort. I turn to go when the clouds shake beneath me. I turn around to see him looking at me while facing down to the clouds we stand on. Then i race toward him as fast as i can, leap high enough to reach the sun, over him, and as i land behind him, my heavy hooves slam down onto the clouds. A storm starts and in the exact moment that lightning illuminates the sky, the male rears up and neighs powerfully, slamming down his hooves to add thunder to our storm. I neigh back and copy him, making louder thunder. Then the 'hunger for power' look fades from his eyes and my own eyes grow wider. The look in his eyes now is love. He slowly walks toward me and i do the same. He whinnies gently and as our heads get close we nuzzle each other. Lightning strikes as we trot away together, each powerful step we take drenching rain all over the dry landscape.

[f l i g h t.]

You guys are free to use Yuuki, or Raziel if you want. They're my Tempestines.
Yuuki is female, and she's the mother of Raziel, who's male.

[center](( If you don't mind I'd like to use Raziel. Thanks, you've given me a chance at this wonderful girl c: ))
{ This story is WIP, I'm going to finish it tomorrow. }

Owner: •Unwritten•
Name Irissa
Gender: Female
Age 4 years old.
Height: 7.6 feet
Short Story: Irissa stood motionless, perched on the lightly shaded cloud as she gazed down at the land. The serene liquid landscape below the clouds - tranquil water disturbed only by the salty sea breeze and gentle lapping waves - put her troubled soul to rest. How beautiful. Her mind whispered. Irissa's sky blue eyes seemed to smile with silent joy as she watched.
-WIP-

Withdrawing.

[fantasy girl]

Owner: fantasy girl
Name Flicka
Gender: Female
Age 3
Height: 7.6 feet
Short Story: I snorted loudly and waited impatiently for
W.I.P.

[Shiko Hayashi]

evilnixie, there is already a Tempestine with the name Raziel.
He happens to belong to me.

[Nixie.]

evilnixie, there is already a Tempestine with the name Raziel.
He happens to belong to me.

I'm sorry I didn't know

[MazBourne]

She is actually gorgeous <3 I may find myself applying

[Alaska.]

Owner: LotusWolf
Name Kree
Gender: Female
Age 4
Height: 7.6 feet
Short Story: WIP

[boots]

Owner: Boots
Name Alanna {{ Ah - Lawn - Ah }}
Gender: Female
Age Young, Filly
Height: 7.6 feet
Short Story: {{ WORK IN PROGRESS }}

[Klondike]

Owner: Klondike
Name Trajen
Gender: Female
Age 3
Height: 7.6 feet
Short Story: W.I.P.

[ET4252]

Owner: ET4252
Name Bitter Sweet
Gender: Female
Age 4
Height: 7.6 feet
Short Story: (Alley96 owns Hazarel, not me)


The morning clouds hung low in the brightening blue sky, slowly they drifted occationally chunks would break off only to quickly reattach to another cloud fearing the sun's powerful gaze. On one peticular cloud small bits could be seen drifting away before being claimed by the sun. The one responsible for tearing the clouds so was a spotted tempestine mare. Bitter sweet was rolling, tossing herself from side to side, occationally letting out a grunt as her great mass pressed first on one lung and then the other. Finally satisfied Bitter sweet braced her fore legs out in front of her, lurching to her feet with slightly ungangly movements however once she was on her feet her movements were graceful cloud vapor twisting around her split hooves. Her coat glistened from the dew of the clouds and she gave a mighty shake releasing the dew back to the clouds. Ahead of her the herd was at peace, a few foals danced around as their mothers kept watch. Standing nearest to her was the young colt Hazarel. He was only a yearling yet already his anters spanned their full length and he carried himself with a certain amount of pride.

Suddenly the wind picked up, the kind of wind that carries with it the very spirit of freedom, it was the wind that picked up a horse's mane when they ran, a mischievous spirit that raced under the sun and howled under the moon. It tugged at Bitter Sweets mane and she snorted in return as though answering some unspoken challenge. However this was not a challenge to be taken alone this was something that was to be shared. Rearing back onto her hind legs she sprang forward tossing her head and striding forward into a smooth canter. Sliding to a stop she reached over and gently tugged at Hazarel's excitedly nickering at him. He stamped out a reply, the clouds darkening around his hooves, then preformed a small buck. Together they sped off, their steady canter becoming a fast paced gallop, the clouds swelling, becoming darker and darker. With each mighty step there was an explosion that rumbled off into the distance. Soon the pound grew to be to much and the clouds wept casting their tears onto the earth below. Hazarel was the first to toose his head back and cast the first charges of lightning into the air. Bitter Sweet soon followed suit and together they lit up the sky with flashes of concentrated sun beams. For those moments the sky was theirs, they rode the wind, and commanded the clouds. However even they could only go so far, the pull of herd was a constant binding them, keeping them from going to far. Slowly they halted the clouds shrinking and loosing that steely grey. Side by side they tossed their heads nickering gently and tugging at eachothers manes. With one last look they slowly began walking back occationally whipping their tails and preforming small bucks.