[LostGosling]

Username: Metallic Dragon
Name: Parrish
Age: 1 year
Gender: Male/Stallion
Size: Approximately the height of a young lamb
Story:
Silence. I am alone. Is this what I wanted? Golden eyes flash in the darkness as a soft whinny echoes through the night. Hadn't they told me I'd find someone? Hooves flash and wiry legs kick up the dirt behind him as he sprints, head down, breathing coming in short bursts. They LIED! Suddenly he jerks to a stop, rearing up to lash angrily at the empty space before him, his whinny sounding more like a scream of agony and sheer fury. His hooves return to the ground and he breaks into a sprint again, unsure of where he is going. I. Won't. Let. Them. Break. Me!

The sun was rising, spreading its light across the ground. It revealed the young stallion, wobbling slightly from exhaustion, head down, panting with his eyes half-closed. He had run through the night to reach the place where he now stood, too tired to take another step, too stubborn to collapse as his body wanted him to.
Sweat poured down his lathered flanks, every other breath hitching slightly with the effort, and yet he continued to stand.
This was the position she found him in. Alone, and completely helpless to stop her as she ever so gently lifted his quivering body onto her strong shoulders like she would a lost lamb, and carried him toward her car.
When she had first spotted the miniature young stallion standing alone in the middle of her field, she had considered leaving him there. She was on her way into town and didn't have time to be picking up stray phlegons that had gone too far from their forests. But this one seemed different. Not quite wild enough, though that may have just been due to the fact that he couldn't even hold his head up. Despite that, his eyes were bright under his lids, and he'd attempted to nip her hand when she had reached out to let him smell her.
Placing the phlegon in the back seat on a thick blanket she'd left there from her last trip taking a lamb to the vet, she turned the car around and pointed it toward her home.

The wind in his mane motivates him to continue his sprint, even though he can feel his coordination slipping as his legs grow tired. He can feel the sweat beginning to dew on his neck, but he just shakes his head and whinnies his fury to the sky. Humans can't be trusted! He stumbles slightly, skidding in a muddy patch that he hadn't seen in the dark. I don't need them! I don't need anyone!
Again and again he stumbles, his breathing speeding up as he sucks air into his overworked lungs. His sprint slows to a gallop, and then to a trot. From a trot to a walk, and then finally he comes to a stop, legs too tired to go any further. You're weak! Move you pathetic excuse for a phlegon! His muscles twitch, but will not obey. You're useless! It's no wonder no human wanted the likes of you!

"We're here buddy, I hope you don't mind sheep. I've got quite a few of them around here." She turned in her seat to see a pair of golden eyes glaring at her. "Now now, don't you give me that look. Come on, let's get you inside and cleaned up. I'll bet under all that muck and sweat you're a handsome little devil."
She climbed out of the car and opened the back door, lifting him, blanket and all, from the car. He struggled slightly, but he was still too tired to put up a decent fight, not to mention that the woman, although small and thin, was much stronger than she looked.
The door creaked slightly as she pushed it open and a large German shepherd barked a greeting. "Oh hush now Remmy. You're going to frighten him." The woman murmured, allowing the dog to rush outside. They entered the bathroom and she closed the door behind her, ensuring that even if the phlegon decided to try and escape, he couldn't leave the room. "Alright, hopefully you're not too skittish around water. I had an old horse that threw a fit whenever I tried to bathe him. Though I didn't do that in here. He was much too big for that."
The stallion snorted irritably, tossing his head slightly as she extricated him from the blanket and placed him in the bathtub. His body continued to quiver and now that they were in proper lighting, she could see just how much mud had clumped in his mane and tail, as well as his feathering. "It's a wonder you can even move with all of that on you." She chuckled, ignoring the way his ears flattened against his head at the sound of her laughter.

Rejected. And yet this insane woman dares to touch me. To take me to her home. His eyes blink slowly against the exhaustion that threatens to overcome him now that he's laying in this comfortable fleece blanket. Doesn't she know who I am? He feels the vehicle stop and his head jerks up when she looks back at him.
Within minutes he's standing again, this time on a slick surface in a tiny room. He hears her chuckle and grits his teeth. She thinks this is funny? Stupid cruel human.

Turning on the water, the woman pulled down the shower head, keeping the water off of him until it was sufficiently warm. Turning it to the gentlest stream, she gently pointed the water toward his legs. "Relax little guy, I'm not going to hurt you." She could see how tense he was and her eyes softened, "You must have been pretty upset to have run yourself to this level of exhaustion. But don't worry, whatever happened to you, you're safe now." She gently rubbed him down, watching the mud and sweat stream off his coat and down the drain.
Once he was sufficiently clean, she turned off the water and grabbed a towel, drying him off while smiling at his defiant expression. "You really don't like me, do you?" She murmured, "That's too bad, because you know, I've got the most delicious fresh carrots from my garden I was going to offer you." She couldn't hide her disappointment when her words didn't even get the remotest reaction.
"You know what, let's start over." She lifted him from the bathtub and placed him on the bathroom floor in front of her, "My name is Metta." He curled his lip at her and she hid an amused smile, "If you don't mind, I'll call you Parrish. Since you can't exactly tell me your name."
The phlegon looked away from her toward the door. "Are you hungry? We can whip you up something nice and perhaps get you some water. After such a difficult journey, you've got to be thirsty at the very least."

Disgustingly kind. Infuriatingly sympathetic. What kind of horrible human is this Metta? Although he is of a mind to stay right where he is, the offer of food and water tempts him enough to follow the strange woman as she opens the door and heads for the kitchen. And what kind of name is Parrish? Ridiculous.

Metta filled a large pot with cold water and placed it in front of Parrish with a smile, "Here's some water, I'll have some food for you in a few minutes." She turned away when he didn't move, but smiled as she heard him begin gulping the water quickly behind her back.
She opened the pantry and pulled out a box of apples and several carrots, then headed outside to get some fresh alfalfa from her hay field. When she returned, she ignored the fact that Parrish had his head buried in the apples and quickly created an alfalfa salad, topping it with carrots and thinly sliced apple. "I've got something a bit more filling if you're willing to maybe, not, take a bite out of every apple in that box." Metta told him.
Parrish lifted his head and stared at her for a long moment before moving to the place she had set the enormous salad. He ate with gusto, obviously glad to have something to put in his empty stomach. Metta watched with a grin, happy to see the stallion's tension begin to loosen and his mistrust begin to fade slightly.
"Now, I know it's not much, but I'd like you to know that you're welcome to stay here with me for as long as you'd like Parrish. Me and Remmy will keep you safe from whatever it was that you were running from if it ever shows up here. And you'll have a place to call your own. Or at least a place to call home." She paused, "I'm just guessing that you don't have somewhere else to be, if you do though, you're welcome to return there as well. I won't force you to stick around if you don't want to stay."

Solitude. Being unwanted. That's what I am running from. Parrish lifts his head slightly, blowing a bit of alfalfa from his nose. She wouldn't know that of course. But I suppose she's right, as long as I stay here, she'll keep me from being unwanted. And there is plenty of food here so... He nickers softly, giving his tail a slight flick before returning to his food. Yes. I think I'll stick around. Even if this human is rather strange.

[Sayna Jaye]

*lurks like an alligator in a swamp*

Hmm...would make a cute Halloween adopt. >:3

[Flowerdust]

Username: Flowerdust
Name: Hallow
Age: 2 years
Gender: Male - Stallion
Size: medium sized dog
Art: working on it

[maculata]

must try for :3

[Eleski]

Wow he's beautiful. If I'd have seen it I would have attempted to apply

[Metallic Dragon]

Username: Metallic Dragon
Name: Parrish
Age: 1 year
Gender: Male/Stallion
Size: Approximately the height of a young lamb
Story:
Silence. I am alone. Is this what I wanted? Golden eyes flash in the darkness as a soft whinny echoes through the night. Hadn't they told me I'd find someone? Hooves flash and wiry legs kick up the dirt behind him as he sprints, head down, breathing coming in short bursts. They LIED! Suddenly he jerks to a stop, rearing up to lash angrily at the empty space before him, his whinny sounding more like a scream of agony and sheer fury. His hooves return to the ground and he breaks into a sprint again, unsure of where he is going. I. Won't. Let. Them. Break. Me!

The sun was rising, spreading its light across the ground. It revealed the young stallion, wobbling slightly from exhaustion, head down, panting with his eyes half-closed. He had run through the night to reach the place where he now stood, too tired to take another step, too stubborn to collapse as his body wanted him to.
Sweat poured down his lathered flanks, every other breath hitching slightly with the effort, and yet he continued to stand.
This was the position she found him in. Alone, and completely helpless to stop her as she ever so gently lifted his quivering body onto her strong shoulders like she would a lost lamb, and carried him toward her car.
When she had first spotted the miniature young stallion standing alone in the middle of her field, she had considered leaving him there. She was on her way into town and didn't have time to be picking up stray phlegons that had gone too far from their forests. But this one seemed different. Not quite wild enough, though that may have just been due to the fact that he couldn't even hold his head up. Despite that, his eyes were bright under his lids, and he'd attempted to nip her hand when she had reached out to let him smell her.
Placing the phlegon in the back seat on a thick blanket she'd left there from her last trip taking a lamb to the vet, she turned the car around and pointed it toward her home.

The wind in his mane motivates him to continue his sprint, even though he can feel his coordination slipping as his legs grow tired. He can feel the sweat beginning to dew on his neck, but he just shakes his head and whinnies his fury to the sky. Humans can't be trusted! He stumbles slightly, skidding in a muddy patch that he hadn't seen in the dark. I don't need them! I don't need anyone!
Again and again he stumbles, his breathing speeding up as he sucks air into his overworked lungs. His sprint slows to a gallop, and then to a trot. From a trot to a walk, and then finally he comes to a stop, legs too tired to go any further. You're weak! Move you pathetic excuse for a phlegon! His muscles twitch, but will not obey. You're useless! It's no wonder no human wanted the likes of you!

"We're here buddy, I hope you don't mind sheep. I've got quite a few of them around here." She turned in her seat to see a pair of golden eyes glaring at her. "Now now, don't you give me that look. Come on, let's get you inside and cleaned up. I'll bet under all that muck and sweat you're a handsome little devil."
She climbed out of the car and opened the back door, lifting him, blanket and all, from the car. He struggled slightly, but he was still too tired to put up a decent fight, not to mention that the woman, although small and thin, was much stronger than she looked.
The door creaked slightly as she pushed it open and a large German shepherd barked a greeting. "Oh hush now Remmy. You're going to frighten him." The woman murmured, allowing the dog to rush outside. They entered the bathroom and she closed the door behind her, ensuring that even if the phlegon decided to try and escape, he couldn't leave the room. "Alright, hopefully you're not too skittish around water. I had an old horse that threw a fit whenever I tried to bathe him. Though I didn't do that in here. He was much too big for that."
The stallion snorted irritably, tossing his head slightly as she extricated him from the blanket and placed him in the bathtub. His body continued to quiver and now that they were in proper lighting, she could see just how much mud had clumped in his mane and tail, as well as his feathering. "It's a wonder you can even move with all of that on you." She chuckled, ignoring the way his ears flattened against his head at the sound of her laughter.

Rejected. And yet this insane woman dares to touch me. To take me to her home. His eyes blink slowly against the exhaustion that threatens to overcome him now that he's laying in this comfortable fleece blanket. Doesn't she know who I am? He feels the vehicle stop and his head jerks up when she looks back at him.
Within minutes he's standing again, this time on a slick surface in a tiny room. He hears her chuckle and grits his teeth. She thinks this is funny? Stupid cruel human.

Turning on the water, the woman pulled down the shower head, keeping the water off of him until it was sufficiently warm. Turning it to the gentlest stream, she gently pointed the water toward his legs. "Relax little guy, I'm not going to hurt you." She could see how tense he was and her eyes softened, "You must have been pretty upset to have run yourself to this level of exhaustion. But don't worry, whatever happened to you, you're safe now." She gently rubbed him down, watching the mud and sweat stream off his coat and down the drain.
Once he was sufficiently clean, she turned off the water and grabbed a towel, drying him off while smiling at his defiant expression. "You really don't like me, do you?" She murmured, "That's too bad, because you know, I've got the most delicious fresh carrots from my garden I was going to offer you." She couldn't hide her disappointment when her words didn't even get the remotest reaction.
"You know what, let's start over." She lifted him from the bathtub and placed him on the bathroom floor in front of her, "My name is Metta." He curled his lip at her and she hid an amused smile, "If you don't mind, I'll call you Parrish. Since you can't exactly tell me your name."
The phlegon looked away from her toward the door. "Are you hungry? We can whip you up something nice and perhaps get you some water. After such a difficult journey, you've got to be thirsty at the very least."

Disgustingly kind. Infuriatingly sympathetic. What kind of horrible human is this Metta? Although he is of a mind to stay right where he is, the offer of food and water tempts him enough to follow the strange woman as she opens the door and heads for the kitchen. And what kind of name is Parrish? Ridiculous.

Metta filled a large pot with cold water and placed it in front of Parrish with a smile, "Here's some water, I'll have some food for you in a few minutes." She turned away when he didn't move, but smiled as she heard him begin gulping the water quickly behind her back.
She opened the pantry and pulled out a box of apples and several carrots, then headed outside to get some fresh alfalfa from her hay field. When she returned, she ignored the fact that Parrish had his head buried in the apples and quickly created an alfalfa salad, topping it with carrots and thinly sliced apple. "I've got something a bit more filling if you're willing to maybe, not, take a bite out of every apple in that box." Metta told him.
Parrish lifted his head and stared at her for a long moment before moving to the place she had set the enormous salad. He ate with gusto, obviously glad to have something to put in his empty stomach. Metta watched with a grin, happy to see the stallion's tension begin to loosen and his mistrust begin to fade slightly.
"Now, I know it's not much, but I'd like you to know that you're welcome to stay here with me for as long as you'd like Parrish. Me and Remmy will keep you safe from whatever it was that you were running from if it ever shows up here. And you'll have a place to call your own. Or at least a place to call home." She paused, "I'm just guessing that you don't have somewhere else to be, if you do though, you're welcome to return there as well. I won't force you to stick around if you don't want to stay."

Solitude. Being unwanted. That's what I am running from. Parrish lifts his head slightly, blowing a bit of alfalfa from his nose. She wouldn't know that of course. But I suppose she's right, as long as I stay here, she'll keep me from being unwanted. And there is plenty of food here so... He nickers softly, giving his tail a slight flick before returning to his food. Yes. I think I'll stick around. Even if this human is rather strange.

[Aravel]

Username: Maggiebeazt
Name: Rune
Age: 4 Years
Gender: Male/Stallion
Size: About that of a small pony
Story:

This is a huge WIP. Will finish soon. c:

[Metallic Dragon]

Bump ^^

[LostGosling]

Gnaaa!!!! 8U
I. Totally. Forgot.
To betrothe him to you Metallic! :UUUUU
I knew from the moment your entry posted who my winner was,
so in my mind, I had already judged it. -_-
"grovels, begs for forgiveness"

Congratulations Metallic Dragon!
Your story was PERFECT in every way, shape, manner, and form. @w@ <3333
I loved it, you even weaved his personality into the writing. 83
Even his name, Parrish, tells the tail of what he's been through. <333 I know you'll take good care of this boy,
and as I can see, you're already well on your way to coaxing him out of his shell of resentment. xDDD

[Metallic Dragon]

Hooray!! Thank you so much! I had hoped you'd enjoy the story! i'll take good care of him!!