Owner: Luna~tic
Equid's Name: Forrest
Height: 14 hh
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5
Story: The blistering, blinding heat from the sun shone down on the back of a young stallion. The equid made his way across the rocky terrain of the mountains, the green gaze he was named after, searching the surrounding area, hopeful, yet with a sense of urgency, underlined by a calm serenity and understanding of his loss. The air was dry, and Forrest's mouth was parched. It had been almost a moon since the stallion had seen life, other than the brief visits of curious hawks, and he had only been able to eat the sparse, brown grass that grew between the silver rocks, eager to reach the sunlight, yet disappointed by the lack of water. The equid let out a hoarse whinny, the sound desperate, as he searched for his lost herd. His ears flicked as the cry echoed around him, but with no joyful reply. Saddened, and filled with sorrow, the dun stallion plodded onwards, his emerald gaze searching for a flicker of hope, his ears pricked loyally. As he slowly went on, his thoughts wandered, back to the days of being a careless colt...
The breeze was soft, caressing the autumn leaves as they floated to the ground. Two equids, a young colt and his friend, a filly, were playing around, pawing the ground before charging at each other. The two often spent days like this, yet today was different. There was a ominous presence in the air, that was ignored as the foals lined up next to each other, both facing forwards. The colt, Forrest, pawed the ground. Once, his ears pricked forwards, and his tail flicked nervously. Twice, his mane was tossed with an anxious snort. At the last scrape of the hoof, the two foals were off, their hooves thundering against the hard soil. The trees above and around them, whispered amongst themselves, swaying, as if cheering the two foals to go faster. The wind tangled their manes, their eyes bright with excitement as the world seemed to blur, their hooves seemingly not touching the ground. They were flying, gracefully dancing around the trees. Panting, both foals came to a screeching halt, laughing as the bickered about who had won.Forrest tiredly flicked his mane, he missed the mysterious filly, and his eyes glistened with unshed tears. Lonely, exhausted, and heart broken, the stallion moved on, barely noticing as dusk fell and the air grew cold.
>>I know the requirement was to write a short story about his favourite thing, but his eyes are just so beautiful, and I was inspired. The flashback in italics is his favourite thing to do - race the mysterious filly. If I somehow manage to win this handsome fella, I will undoubtedly finish the story.

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