[One.Awesome.Chica]

Username: NightWolf_SilentPaw
Name: Nadie Achak
Age: Eight
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15.2hh
Art:

He came to the herd in the dark of night, silent as the wind- a beautiful stallion, born of night and day, fire and ice. His hide was marked with striped lines, the hair around his hooves moving quietly as if struck by some invisible breeze in the stagnant night that so plagued the grassy dunes. The others watched him tentatively, unsure of what to make of this massive beast- for they were merely island ponies, ten hands at their largest, and he towered over them. Yet, despite his size, he was a gentle giant. Watching over the foals so their mothers could graze, he soon became a permanent fixture of their lives- a friend, an idol, a protector. And when the strange two-leggeds came, whooping and screaming, to capture and mount them, he was the only one who would never break. A young foal of the two-leggeds stole into the giant's pen one night, watching him peer at the moon in an eerie fashion, as if he were born of the silvery beams and was about to take flight with his brothers, the stars. The two-legged shook his head, whispering in wonder, "You were never meant to be ridden." The beast heard him and seemed to understand that this youngling was different than the others, with their pointed tree branches and looping vines, and that strange flower which had born the red-glowing stick that had hurt his herd, making strange marks on their hides. This one was different. The two-legged reached for the gate, opening it wide, and the stallion shot off into the night, running for almost thirty lengths before he suddenly stopped and turned back. His kind, the wild spirits of the island that they had been, were dying. Even his own herd, which had been among the most stubborn, had fallen prey to the sweet grass the two-leggeds filled their bellies with. He couldn't run from it forever. Turning, he trotted back to the two-legged foal and stood, a mere length away, his seemingly ancient brown eyes looking at the youngling with a higher intelligence. If he must succumb to this dreadful fate, as he knew he would eventually, he would not go like the others- beaten into submission by the two-leggeds' sticks and vines. He would part from his wild ways as an equal, to this two-legged and to no other. And so, the wild stallion pressed his muzzle to the outstretched hand of his rider, and closed his eyes. "I will call you Nadie Achak- Wise Spirit." And so man and horse became as equals, riding off into the night with but one shadow.

[Wolf's Spirit]

Username: Wolf's Spirit
Name: Ghost Runner
Age: 3 years
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15.2hh
Art: wip, might have to write a story

[One.Awesome.Chica]

Art can be traditional!

[hazelnut.]

|Username|
.:Topaz:.
|Name|
Ace of Spades {Ace}
|Age|
4 years
|Gender|
Stallion
|Height|
15.2 hh
|Art|
He was born wild, having a fairly happy life. He lived with his mother and father alone in a deep dark forest. It seemed sinister and bad luck for some, but to him it was absolutely great. When she was about a year old, it was Springtime and hunters were entering their forest. Mother knew it wasn't safe, but father insisted on staying, for he believed they would never find him and his family. Or so he thought. It was around midnight when he woke to the thumping of boots on the forest floor, coming closer. By the time they were close enough to where they had been sleeping, everyone was awake. There were two men, each having a gun pointed at his family and him. That was a sad night, for he had narrowly escaped being killed along with his mother and father. He had ran, as fast as she could, through the forest and away from that horrid place. Now she is a lone stallion who travels most of the time, believing no one could really earn his trust. He settled down in a nice meadow near a forest, where he usually stayed most of the day. And now he is a fierce strong young stallion living alone in the meadow...

[Lady Creeps]

Username: NightWolf_SilentPaw
Name: Nadie Achak
Age: Eight
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15.2hh
Art:

He came to the herd in the dark of night, silent as the wind- a beautiful stallion, born of night and day, fire and ice. His hide was marked with striped lines, the hair around his hooves moving quietly as if struck by some invisible breeze in the stagnant night that so plagued the grassy dunes. The others watched him tentatively, unsure of what to make of this massive beast- for they were merely island ponies, ten hands at their largest, and he towered over them. Yet, despite his size, he was a gentle giant. Watching over the foals so their mothers could graze, he soon became a permanent fixture of their lives- a friend, an idol, a protector. And when the strange two-leggeds came, whooping and screaming, to capture and mount them, he was the only one who would never break. A young foal of the two-leggeds stole into the giant's pen one night, watching him peer at the moon in an eerie fashion, as if he were born of the silvery beams and was about to take flight with his brothers, the stars. The two-legged shook his head, whispering in wonder, "You were never meant to be ridden." The beast heard him and seemed to understand that this youngling was different than the others, with their pointed tree branches and looping vines, and that strange flower which had born the red-glowing stick that had hurt his herd, making strange marks on their hides. This one was different. The two-legged reached for the gate, opening it wide, and the stallion shot off into the night, running for almost thirty lengths before he suddenly stopped and turned back. His kind, the wild spirits of the island that they had been, were dying. Even his own herd, which had been among the most stubborn, had fallen prey to the sweet grass the two-leggeds filled their bellies with. He couldn't run from it forever. Turning, he trotted back to the two-legged foal and stood, a mere length away, his seemingly ancient brown eyes looking at the youngling with a higher intelligence. If he must succumb to this dreadful fate, as he knew he would eventually, he would not go like the others- beaten into submission by the two-leggeds' sticks and vines. He would part from his wild ways as an equal, to this two-legged and to no other. And so, the wild stallion pressed his muzzle to the outstretched hand of his rider, and closed his eyes. "I will call you Nadie Achak- Wise Spirit." And so man and horse became as equals, riding off into the night with but one shadow.

[One.Awesome.Chica]

Roughly 24 hour warning! ^^

[Lady Creeps]

Changed my application a bit.... cleaned up loose ends in the story, plus doubled his age.

[One.Awesome.Chica]

Username: NightWolf_SilentPaw
Name: Nadie Achak
Age: Eight
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15.2hh
Art:

He came to the herd in the dark of night, silent as the wind- a beautiful stallion, born of night and day, fire and ice. His hide was marked with striped lines, the hair around his hooves moving quietly as if struck by some invisible breeze in the stagnant night that so plagued the grassy dunes. The others watched him tentatively, unsure of what to make of this massive beast- for they were merely island ponies, ten hands at their largest, and he towered over them. Yet, despite his size, he was a gentle giant. Watching over the foals so their mothers could graze, he soon became a permanent fixture of their lives- a friend, an idol, a protector. And when the strange two-leggeds came, whooping and screaming, to capture and mount them, he was the only one who would never break. A young foal of the two-leggeds stole into the giant's pen one night, watching him peer at the moon in an eerie fashion, as if he were born of the silvery beams and was about to take flight with his brothers, the stars. The two-legged shook his head, whispering in wonder, "You were never meant to be ridden." The beast heard him and seemed to understand that this youngling was different than the others, with their pointed tree branches and looping vines, and that strange flower which had born the red-glowing stick that had hurt his herd, making strange marks on their hides. This one was different. The two-legged reached for the gate, opening it wide, and the stallion shot off into the night, running for almost thirty lengths before he suddenly stopped and turned back. His kind, the wild spirits of the island that they had been, were dying. Even his own herd, which had been among the most stubborn, had fallen prey to the sweet grass the two-leggeds filled their bellies with. He couldn't run from it forever. Turning, he trotted back to the two-legged foal and stood, a mere length away, his seemingly ancient brown eyes looking at the youngling with a higher intelligence. If he must succumb to this dreadful fate, as he knew he would eventually, he would not go like the others- beaten into submission by the two-leggeds' sticks and vines. He would part from his wild ways as an equal, to this two-legged and to no other. And so, the wild stallion pressed his muzzle to the outstretched hand of his rider, and closed his eyes. "I will call you Nadie Achak- Wise Spirit." And so man and horse became as equals, riding off into the night with but one shadow.

Congrats!

[Lady Creeps]

thank you!!