[Neara]

^^ Had lots of fun with this one xp {of course it's black} if you can't see it there is a human skull with it's mouth open in his blanket there. Out of the 4 Apocalypse Horses here is Famine. It was a request out of the Video game horses im doing ^^ this is from Red Dead Redemption Undead Nightmare, these horses are also mentioned in The Book of Revelations they are pretty fun to learn about.

Your Name: Abhorsen
Horses Name: Dyrim
Height: 17h
Gender: Stallion
Rarity: Very Rare

Story:
Have you seen him? I pray not. If Desert Appaloosa Mustangs are described as fragments of the imagination, then this stallion could be referred to as fragments of your nightmares. Though the normally long-maned mustangs bring good fortune, the midnight black stallion heralds misery. Local desert-people know his tale best, this version I heard from a Reija Chieftan: "we see the horses the most of all people … we have peace with them, we worship them. The desert horses are beautiful and heralds of rain and wealth. But we do not have peace with The Dyrim (roughly translated to "Horse of Sickness and Affliction"). The Dyrim appears alone, and to see him almost promises your mare to miscarriage, or your prize goat to fall ill and taken by the hands of Nix (their god of Death). He leaves nothing but plague in his wake … we fear him above all else."

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Art of Him:

[kaseylu]

RESEERVED (I so want this)

[Flowerdust]

Your Name: Flowerdust
Horses Name: Aeron. His name was the ancient Britons god of battel of slaughter or battle.
Height: 17h
Gender: Stallion
Story

[Kaylawolf]

Gahh, so pretty! I love the idea of doing the Apocalypse's four horses. I will be trying out for him also in a bit. ^.^

[SonrienteMuerte]

Your Name:SonrienteMuerte
Horses Name:Lacrymosea (Mose for short)
Height: 17h
Gender: Stallion
StoryMose spent his life moving from oasis to oasis, often trying to scare humans away without actually getting close to them. He had no intentions of letting them near him, and when one did get close he took off, not wanting to risk getting caught. He quickly became considered a mirage, since anytime someone realized what they were seeing he was gone, leaving only dust and sand behind him. He sometimes would refuse to leave an oasis if he thought there were humans just outside of it, instead hiding in it, making loud noises like a predator to hopefully scare them off.


(Now I'm really hoping I get on... cause this one and War are my favorite two. XD)

[Wolf's Spirit]

Your Name: Wolf's Spirit
Horses Name: Phantom's Whisper (Phantom for short)
Height: 17h
Gender: Stallion
Story
Phantom galloped through the ever shifting sands of the destert. He was being chased. Men rode after him, on their faithful Arabian mounts. But he was faster, flying over the sand as if on invisible wings. The wild around him wipped up, a sandstorm was coming. He plunged ahead, knowing that if he got caught in the viceous storm, he would be dead. He heard the sound of his presuers fading, they where being left behind to the mercy of the storm. They would die. He winnied, and galloped faster. He had to make it to the safety of the oesis, where the trees and hills would shield him. He could feel the deadly winds getting closer. At last, he saw it. The oesis. He thundered into the gully, just as the winds reached him. He looked up, and saw the sandstorm playing out above him. He walked tiredly to where he usually slept, and bedded down for the night.~

Neara, I was a bit confused fot the story part, the first post said to write thie pretty boy's history, but the form wants a story. Did I fill out the for right? If not, what can I do to fix it? I would really like to have a chance a winning him, he's my ultimate favorite so far!

[Neara]

no you have it right i just wanted the story to be about his history so that's why it's like that but if you think i should change it i can ^^

[BlueEyedKite]

Your Name: BlueEyedKite (hi c:)
Horses Name: Torrente (Spanish for torrent, which is a heavy rain. It has a double r sound in the middle)
Height: 17h
Gender: Stallion
Story

Carlos brought the lip of his water tin to his blistering lips. A precious sip of water bathed his tongue and brought some reassurance to his aching body along with it. His father had made the journey for years to bring back the supply of water for their family. Carlos had gone with him as a boy and now he wished he paid more attention now that his father was gone forever. As Carlos passed a cluster of cacti and came over the rise of a dune, his insides plummeted as he looked on. Where there should have been a shallow pool hidden under the cleft of an outcrop of rocks... there was nothing but baked sand. Panic seized the young boys heart as he realized his fate--but that's when he saw it. A black stallion stood conspicuously behind one of the taller rocks. It must not have seen Carlos enter the rocky alcove because it suddenly rose back on its hind legs and thrashed its front hooves like daggers. Carlos had just enough time to notice the long silky length of its mane as it slapped the neck of the mustang with each thrash. A long mane...perhaps the folktales were true! The stallion suddenly turned and then left the rocks with a stir of sand. With its exit... the floodgates of heaven opened. Tears of joy mingled with the rain as he said a few breathless words. "He brought the downpour." Carlos stared at where the shy stallion had vanished. "the torrente."

OOC: I decided to go with the history of his name c: I also love the rumor that long maned DAMs are said to usher in rain. I tried to incorporate that into his story as well. His design is astonishing. Just saying. (I also wanted to make this story longer T-T)

[~Soul~]

Your Name:
~Soul~
Horses Name:
Jet Stream ( Jet For Short )
Height: 17h
Gender: Stallion
Story

Times were long and hard as the blistering heat shone down in the middle of the empty desert, a dead waist land with only one beauty, the rich and lush oasis that seems to be always moving. Yet among the colorful thriving plants and the cool refusing water lives a towering and mighty stallion, born and raised among the waving palms Jet had no threats nor worries of having his home destroyed for it was in the one place no man dared to journey too. This gorgeous beast with his long pitch black mane was a Myth to all man and a deadly one at that. He was know to man as the walking death, The One that will never be tamed and who ever would face him would meet his maker. He was a stallion fit for only nobility or for the bravest for men, But none have yet to face him with out being seriously hurt or worst off. He was a force to be second with and only the diamond in the rough can befriend the Beast, But He will never be tamed.

[mordacious]

Dayum, Neara, you are making me fall for these RDR horses. Fist War and now Death. ;_; I have my work cut out for me!

Your Name: Mordacious
Horses Name:Íde [Ee-deh, Irish for hunger]
Height: 17h
Gender: Stallion
Story

The wind howled rabidly, gnawing at Íde's emaciated body. Aching horribly, the young colt staggered toward the faint smell of older horses. Ostracized from his own herd, Íde was forced to move on to newer lands, though this desert never seemed to cease punishing him for his crimes. Not affected by the famine that was raging through the herd, Íde was feared by other colts and fillies and thus, was exiled from his herd. It all happened the evening he

WIP