[RPFLightMyFire]

Owner: |Dαяκ•Кιℓℓjøγ|
Name: Kodiak (Koda for short)
Age: 8
Height: 20.1 hh
Story: 760 words

Koda's hooves sunk into the crispy snow, each hoof-fall leaving a deeper indentation in the carpet of white. The stallion kept his ears pinned back, and head low, as the Northern wind whipped past; sweeping the surface of the snow and rippling along Koda's thick pelt. His forelock lashed over his face, falling in loose tendrils around his lethal horn.
It was hard to tell whether it was day or night. Koda had been travelling for days; the entire horizon submerged in the hazy twilight-blue of a Polar night. Surrounding him was fields of white, the peaks barely distinguishable from the snow flats.
Koda inhaled, grinding to a halt. His feathers were deep in the snow, matting over his feet. The stallion shut his eyes, falling to his knees; before rolling onto his side. The snow chilled his side, even through his thick pelt. Koda was so tired. Days without food, days without water. Dehydration had racked his body, until he could continue no more. He dropped his head, resting his soft muzzle lightly on the snow. His mind began to drift back; drifting back to the snowstorm.
He was travelling with a small herd; his mate and his foal amongst them. They had been travelling in the peaks, making their way to lower land. The wind was picking up and lashing the land, sweeping snow from the drifts and bombarding them on all sides. As the sun began to set, the wind increased, until they found themselves engulfed in a hurricane of white. Koda fought to stay with his family, however they became separated. He managed to find shelter in an ice cave, forced to fight with a polar bear. He quickly dispatched the bear with his horn, gaining a few deep cuts on his hindquarters. In the morning, Koda awoke. The storm had subsided. He galloped out, plowing through the drifts with his strong forelegs. He searched and searched. Gradually, his gallop turned to a canter, then a trot, then a walk. He felt desperation seep in. Koda would not give up on his herd. The stallion spent another two nights in the ice cave; spending his days searching for his herd. Hunger panged his stomach; however he ignored the urge.
At the dawn of the fourth day, a feeling of grave acceptance overwhelmed him. His herd was gone. Slowly, he began to make his way West, following the Sun as it made its way across the sky. It wasn't long before his hooves started to drag. Koda spent what seemed like days tirelessly walking, desperately searching for food, water; even some shelter. The midnight sun beat down on him, reflecting off the sheet white surroundings. Walking and walking, breathing and breathing.
Squaw! Squaw!
Koda's eyes snapped open and he lifted his heavy head. That sound; any sound was a saviour but that...that was a Gull. Hope filled Koda's heart. He'd given up. He was ready to go to sleep and never awaken. Koda pulled himself to his hooves, his legs shaky. There, circling above him was a white speck, squawking in the sky. It flew and circled, before turning and disappearing beyond a ridge. Koda's ears flicked forward and he took a deep intake of breath. The stallion was never sure how he managed to delve out his last bit of strength, but he did.
The stallion sprang forward, hooves barely touching the compacted snow as he followed the sound of hope. His mane flew out behind him as Koda propelled himself faster. As he neared the ridge, he skidded to a halt, his eyes alight at what lay beneath him.
Stretched out, as far as the eye could see was plains of tundra. Shrubs erupted through the snow cover, along with tufts of Arctic grasses. Birds nestled in the bare rock faces, swooping down and fishing the the small stream of running water that ran down to touch the seafront. Koda glanced up. The sky was illuminated, making this simple paradise even more magical. Ribbons of light painted the twilight sky. Streaks of crimson, green and violet flitted through the sky; twirling around eachother and dancing like twinkling rainbows. The northern lights.
Koda drew his attention back to the valley, watching as a small herd of caribou lumbered their way further down. A new sense of determination filled him. This was the start. He may not have found his herd, but this was only the beginning. He knew they were out there somewhere. They were alive. And wherever they were, he would find them. Someday.[/quote]

[King of Spades]

Owner: Poisonous Mushroom
Name: Hailstorm
Age: 6 human years
Height: 20.1 hh
Story: The wind howled. The trees shook vigorously. Hailstorm stood at the edge of the thin woods, half-hiding, half-wondering if he should seek better cover from the upcoming storm. He hesitantly stepped out from the forest and into the raw cold. His mane waved and danced in the wind, and he began to break into a canter. He cantered, quicker and quicker, until he broke into a gallop, and then a run. He dashed through the bleak meadows until he stumbled over some hawthorn bushes; for that was when he halted. He looked around, the wind blasting in his face, to see a few mangle trees and a profusion of tall bramble bushes. Careful not to poke himself, he wove his way up into them. It was fairly warm inside the den, and stood against the sheer wind. He peered through the brambles and noticed that it had begun to snow. Suddenly, there was a shuffling near his feet. Hailstorm, who had never been one to jump or shy away, looked down curiously, his ears pricked. When he saw a hare at his feet, he sighed. How could he had not e known ha I would be some small animal in hopes of finding shelter? He stared down at the tawny, long-legged hare. The poor thing looked as as if it was about to freeze. Its fur was all ruffled, and its eyes were huge. Should'nt it be hibernating? Feeling pity foor the creature, he lifted his hoof and the hare dashed underneath him. Hailstorm never saw that hare again; he figured it had made a nest near the base of the bushes. Hailstorm dozed a bit, and when he opened his eyes the storm seemed to be gone. He stepped outside, to witness a beautiful sight. A gorgeous, sparkling white, brand new layer of snow lay across the meadow. Feeling frisky, Hailstorm left the brambles completely and began to move across the field at an oddly abrupt pace. Once he'd settled down, he decided to explore. He walked for awhile before coming to the forest. He entered and began to slowly walk through it. He didn't see much life; many animals were hibernating. He began to feel quite lonely, and after he had been in the forest for a few days, he came out the other side. Suddenly, a flaming red cardinal chirped from a tree above him, and as he looked out from the forest, he saw a giant, very likeable barn, with a huge pasture and white fencing. Suddenly, he had a sudden urge to be in the barn.. To live there.

[ShamrockPonyLover]

Owner: missatopia
Name: Trafmatic (Trafic for short)
Age: 4
Height: 20.1 hh
Story:


It was a regular day in Trafic's life, eat, sleep and eat some more. Another boring day. Trafic nuzzled up to his brother Thorn to sheild himself from the cold. The wind was peircing and even got under Trafic's thick coat causing him to become quite cold. The lead stallion soon started to move and the herd followed. Trafic truged along just wanting to lie down and take a nap. Trafic was releivedwhen the lead stallion stoped. When he relized why the lead stallion stoped his whole body shook with fear. Trafic was usually not scared easy dut these figues, barly visible through the snow, were utterly terrifying. Suddenly bangs rang out over the tundra and kilids started to colapse. Some of the kilids charged but these figures kept shooting them with the contraptions they were carring. Trafic thought about charging but decided against it. Suddenly he herd a howl beside him. It was Thorn, he ha been shot in the leg and could not stand up. Trafic came and nuzzled his brother. Thorn groaned. Trafic stood and watched the life drain from his brother, anger build up inside him but he knew he would never survive a charge. Trafic took off in the oppisite direction. He wandered and wandered for a long while. He was always depressed and alone. One day he came across a lone kilid foal in the snow. The poor colt had a injered hock and Trafic's heart went out to him. He thought of Thorn and decided to stay with the colt, he could provide the colt with protection and he would finally have a companion.

Trafic took care of the colt well and soon the colt grew healthy and strong again. Trafic was so happy to have a friend and the colt was very greatful for Trafic's help. The two soon became best of friends and when the colt got old enough they found some mares and started a herd. Trafic just hoped that his herd would never run into the two legged beasts that killed his brother.

[white . horse]

Reserving for my story <33

Owner: white . horse
Name: Fiello (after a horse at my barn's name, he looks very close to him.)
Age: 9 years
Height: 20.1 hh
Story: WIP~

[bobashob]

Owner: bobashob
Name: Shadow
Age: 6
Height: 20.1 hh
Story:
The cold wind blew his black mane as he stood at the top of the ridge, looking at the horizon for sign's of danger. The sun was slowly starting its climb across the dark night sky to give light to the world. All was peaceful, with his heard safe and day being near upon them. As the darkness left that hid hm so well in the dark mist, he heard the silent paws of danger. He turned to the sound and stared as the sun reflected of his eyes. Then he spotted a large figure lumbering in the distance. A polar bear. He silently walked down the ridge and woke all the stallions from their slumber. He then trotted of in the direction of the bear, with the others following. As he reached the top of the ridge again, the bear was much closer. It was time. He pounded down the ridge, with the others on his tail. There hooves sounded like thunder as they charged the bear. The bear let out a ferocious snarl, his white teeth glistening in the dawn light. He answered the call with a thunderous cry and rose up. The others followed his lead. As the pawed at the bear it roared and pawed but could not touch them. At that it ran away, defeated. They have won again, with shadow as their leader. The herd is safe. They can now rest as the comfort of day comes in the beautiful sunrise.

[Dark.]

Owner: |Dark•Killjoy|
Name: Kodiak (Koda for short)
Age: 8
Height: 20.1 hh
Story: 760 words

Koda's hooves sunk into the crispy snow, each hoof-fall leaving a deeper indentation in the carpet of white. The stallion kept his ears pinned back, and head low, as the Northern wind whipped past; sweeping the surface of the snow and rippling along Koda's thick pelt. His forelock lashed over his face, falling in loose tendrils around his lethal horn.
It was hard to tell whether it was day or night. Koda had been travelling for days; the entire horizon submerged in the hazy twilight-blue of a Polar night. Surrounding him was fields of white, the peaks barely distinguishable from the snow flats.
Koda inhaled, grinding to a halt. His feathers were deep in the snow, matting over his feet. The stallion shut his eyes, falling to his knees; before rolling onto his side. The snow chilled his side, even through his thick pelt. Koda was so tired. Days without food, days without water. Dehydration had racked his body, until he could continue no more. He dropped his head, resting his soft muzzle lightly on the snow. His mind began to drift back; drifting back to the snowstorm.
He was travelling with a small herd; his mate and his foal amongst them. They had been travelling in the peaks, making their way to lower land. The wind was picking up and lashing the land, sweeping snow from the drifts and bombarding them on all sides. As the sun began to set, the wind increased, until they found themselves engulfed in a hurricane of white. Koda fought to stay with his family, however they became separated. He managed to find shelter in an ice cave, forced to fight with a polar bear. He quickly dispatched the bear with his horn, gaining a few deep cuts on his hindquarters. In the morning, Koda awoke. The storm had subsided. He galloped out, plowing through the drifts with his strong forelegs. He searched and searched. Gradually, his gallop turned to a canter, then a trot, then a walk. He felt desperation seep in. Koda would not give up on his herd. The stallion spent another two nights in the ice cave; spending his days searching for his herd. Hunger panged his stomach; however he ignored the urge.
At the dawn of the fourth day, a feeling of grave acceptance overwhelmed him. His herd was gone. Slowly, he began to make his way West, following the Sun as it made its way across the sky. It wasn't long before his hooves started to drag. Koda spent what seemed like days tirelessly walking, desperately searching for food, water; even some shelter. The midnight sun beat down on him, reflecting off the sheet white surroundings. Walking and walking, breathing and breathing.
Squaw! Squaw!
Koda's eyes snapped open and he lifted his heavy head. That sound; any sound was a saviour but that...that was a Gull. Hope filled Koda's heart. He'd given up. He was ready to go to sleep and never awaken. Koda pulled himself to his hooves, his legs shaky. There, circling above him was a white speck, squawking in the sky. It flew and circled, before turning and disappearing beyond a ridge. Koda's ears flicked forward and he took a deep intake of breath. The stallion was never sure how he managed to delve out his last bit of strength, but he did.
The stallion sprang forward, hooves barely touching the compacted snow as he followed the sound of hope. His mane flew out behind him as Koda propelled himself faster. As he neared the ridge, he skidded to a halt, his eyes alight at what lay beneath him.
Stretched out, as far as the eye could see was plains of tundra. Shrubs erupted through the snow cover, along with tufts of Arctic grasses. Birds nestled in the bare rock faces, swooping down and fishing the the small stream of running water that ran down to touch the seafront. Koda glanced up. The sky was illuminated, making this simple paradise even more magical. Ribbons of light painted the twilight sky. Streaks of crimson, green and violet flitted through the sky; twirling around eachother and dancing like twinkling rainbows. The northern lights.
Koda drew his attention back to the valley, watching as a small herd of caribou lumbered their way further down. A new sense of determination filled him. This was the start. He may not have found his herd, but this was only the beginning. He knew they were out there somewhere. They were alive. And wherever they were, he would find them. Someday.

[Curious]

Owner: .:Freckles:.
Name: Rhyon
Age: 8 Yrs.
Height: 20.1 hh
Story: A grey overo trotted down the icy path alongside a paint and a clidsdale. His nostrils flared as he breathed heavily. He stopped abruptly, his sides heaving. The two other Kilids skidded to a halt on either side of him. The paint, a female with deep blue eyes, looked at him in surprise. "What's wrong, Rhyon?" she murmered, nuzzling him under his chin. Rhyon was staring ahead. "Can't you hear it, Olga? The water?" Olga pricked her ears in attempt to listen to the water Rhyon had described. "I can't hear any water, Rhyon. I think it's safe." Olga trotted ahead. "Wait," the clidsdale galloped in front of her, blocking her path. "You believe me?" Rhyon whinnied in surprise. The clidsdale shook his head. "No," he admitted, "but I think it's getting late. We should find somwhere to rest for the night." Rhyon sighed. "I suppose you're right, Jesto." They soon came apon a cave where they would take refuge for the night. Rhyon fell into a deep sleep almost instantly after a long day...
Rhyon awoke at the sound of Olga calling his name cheerfully. He looked up and saw her standing farther on the path than they had gone. "Wake up, sleepyhead! We're leaving!" She started to gallop heavily along the trail. "Olga, wait!" Rhyon shouted, but it was too late. He heard a terrifying cracking noise, and he saw a glimpse of Olga plummeting into the water, and heard a cry for help, cut off as she went under. He raced to the edge, and jumped in, ignoring the chill that made him shudder thoroughly. Despite the water creeping into his ears and eyes, he could hear the faint call of Jesto, urging him foreward. Rhyon reached the spot he had seen Olga fall, and dived under. He could see black and white patches at the bottom of the lake, and with all his might, hauled Olga to the surface, his mucsles screaming in protest. By the time he had reached the waters edge, he felt completely nump and cold to the bone. Olga coughed of several mouthfuls of water, and gazed at Rhyon, neeling in the snow. "T-thank you," she whispered, her teeth chattering. "You s-saved m-my life."

[BBAnimelover]

Owner: BBAnimelover
Name: Zieryous
Age: 16 human years
Height: 20.1 hh
Story: A small horse pranced through a snowy field, whinnying in delight as he chases snowflakes falling to the earth, other small animals playing along in the snow also. The young foal's herd watches him and the other foals to make sure they are all ok. Suddenly the sky turns black and the forest is still and dark, the other animals gone, their playing ceased. They young foal's herd is calling for him, wanting to leave the suddenly eerie field. The yound foal gives a sad look, but starts for the herd as they start to turn away to leave. The foal is running back to his heard when the ground begins to shake and the ground caves in, a massive hole forming inbetween the foal and the group of horses. The foal slides to a stop, just in time to prevent himself from sliding into the dark abyss, which now blocks his plath, diminishing any hope of getting back to his herd, which is now screaming and neighing, trying to figure out a way to get back to you. There is then a blood curling screech and a black haze seeps in through the trees. It takes on the form of many shadowy creatures, equip with sharp teeth and claws. The shadows hiss and screach, encircling your heard, now screaming and lashing out in a panic, and they are gone. The shadows immediately head for you next, clawed hands outstreched, teeth snapping. You look around wildly, looking for an exit. Your enticed with fear and you dont know what to do, so you look forward again. Suddenly the shadows are upon you and you're enveloped in darknes. Zieryous' eyes snap open. He is breathing hard and he can't remember where he is. Then it hits him, he is laying on the cold floor of a cave he had found in seak of shelter from a harsh snow storm. Zieryous stands up and streches, looking out of the cave mouth. It is still snowing pretty hard, but it has let up since last night. He lets out a sigh, trying to dispurse the nightmare from his memory. His mind often created these over exaggurated scenes, each one having to do with the loss of his herd when he was young. Zieryous' herd had been killed or stolen away by unknown beings while he had wandered a little too far off one day as a foal and he was orphaned. In actuality his herd had been being watched by a band of hunters who were waiting for the right moment to catch their prize, the here, when they had been attacked by wolves. The hunters had split up and caught as many of the horses as they could as they fled, while the others shot at the wolves to get them away from the herd. All of his herd was ether dead or was taken. He had come back to the feild to see the devistation and has never lived it down. Zieryous then had to manage for himself. He did a pretty fine job at it, even if he had run into trouble quite a few times, as he is still alive now. Zieryous walked over to his companion, another of his breed whom he had found alone one day and took under his wing. He nudged the much smaller and younger Kilid to wake him, and told him they were to head out soon. The both of them then proceeded out into the cold winter scene and headed off for their next place to stay, which was anywhere there was food, on the way to where thier goal. The location of a new herd.

[RPFLightMyFire]

Owner: |Dαяκ•Кιℓℓjøγ|
Name: Kodiak (Koda for short)
Age: 8
Height: 20.1 hh
Story: 760 words

Koda's hooves sunk into the crispy snow, each hoof-fall leaving a deeper indentation in the carpet of white. The stallion kept his ears pinned back, and head low, as the Northern wind whipped past; sweeping the surface of the snow and rippling along Koda's thick pelt. His forelock lashed over his face, falling in loose tendrils around his lethal horn.
It was hard to tell whether it was day or night. Koda had been travelling for days; the entire horizon submerged in the hazy twilight-blue of a Polar night. Surrounding him was fields of white, the peaks barely distinguishable from the snow flats.
Koda inhaled, grinding to a halt. His feathers were deep in the snow, matting over his feet. The stallion shut his eyes, falling to his knees; before rolling onto his side. The snow chilled his side, even through his thick pelt. Koda was so tired. Days without food, days without water. Dehydration had racked his body, until he could continue no more. He dropped his head, resting his soft muzzle lightly on the snow. His mind began to drift back; drifting back to the snowstorm.
He was travelling with a small herd; his mate and his foal amongst them. They had been travelling in the peaks, making their way to lower land. The wind was picking up and lashing the land, sweeping snow from the drifts and bombarding them on all sides. As the sun began to set, the wind increased, until they found themselves engulfed in a hurricane of white. Koda fought to stay with his family, however they became separated. He managed to find shelter in an ice cave, forced to fight with a polar bear. He quickly dispatched the bear with his horn, gaining a few deep cuts on his hindquarters. In the morning, Koda awoke. The storm had subsided. He galloped out, plowing through the drifts with his strong forelegs. He searched and searched. Gradually, his gallop turned to a canter, then a trot, then a walk. He felt desperation seep in. Koda would not give up on his herd. The stallion spent another two nights in the ice cave; spending his days searching for his herd. Hunger panged his stomach; however he ignored the urge.
At the dawn of the fourth day, a feeling of grave acceptance overwhelmed him. His herd was gone. Slowly, he began to make his way West, following the Sun as it made its way across the sky. It wasn't long before his hooves started to drag. Koda spent what seemed like days tirelessly walking, desperately searching for food, water; even some shelter. The midnight sun beat down on him, reflecting off the sheet white surroundings. Walking and walking, breathing and breathing.
Squaw! Squaw!
Koda's eyes snapped open and he lifted his heavy head. That sound; any sound was a saviour but that...that was a Gull. Hope filled Koda's heart. He'd given up. He was ready to go to sleep and never awaken. Koda pulled himself to his hooves, his legs shaky. There, circling above him was a white speck, squawking in the sky. It flew and circled, before turning and disappearing beyond a ridge. Koda's ears flicked forward and he took a deep intake of breath. The stallion was never sure how he managed to delve out his last bit of strength, but he did.
The stallion sprang forward, hooves barely touching the compacted snow as he followed the sound of hope. His mane flew out behind him as Koda propelled himself faster. As he neared the ridge, he skidded to a halt, his eyes alight at what lay beneath him.
Stretched out, as far as the eye could see was plains of tundra. Shrubs erupted through the snow cover, along with tufts of Arctic grasses. Birds nestled in the bare rock faces, swooping down and fishing the the small stream of running water that ran down to touch the seafront. Koda glanced up. The sky was illuminated, making this simple paradise even more magical. Ribbons of light painted the twilight sky. Streaks of crimson, green and violet flitted through the sky; twirling around eachother and dancing like twinkling rainbows. The northern lights.
Koda drew his attention back to the valley, watching as a small herd of caribou lumbered their way further down. A new sense of determination filled him. This was the start. He may not have found his herd, but this was only the beginning. He knew they were out there somewhere. They were alive. And wherever they were, he would find them. Someday.

Congrats!! <3

[Dark.]

Yay! My first Arctic Kilid, my not-so-lil' Kodiak <3 Thankyou :3