[horsy1050]

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Height: 12.3hh
Gender: Male
Equid Name: Ailin (Little Rock)
Equid Age: 10
Owner: ButterFlyBabe

Story:Ailin lived alone; alone on the rocky slopes, dangerous yes but Ailin prefered a life of solitude. Dusk was aopproacing as well as a harsh winter storm, he would be to vunersble to the arsh conditions on the slippery slopes; he proceeded to go in land were he would find refuge. Hopefully. Rain drops already began to splatter against his heaving sides. The land was now painted an eerie grey as the storm clouds advanced bringing with them booming thunder and shattering lightning. Hi limbs ached and protested against Ailins vigarous pace. The storm was now over head; he woul have no time to make it his usual cave shelter, instead he veered off the track remembering seeing a musky cave on one of his expeditions... Thunder began to shake the earth, lightning split the sky; opening the way for gushing rain. His hooves slipoed and stumbles as his slender legs threatened to give way; but he made it...Ailin callopsed at the cave mouth, breathing in and out sharply. Everything waw dark, he could not smell or hear anwything other than rain. Ailin was weary of this place but it was better than facing the vicious storm un protected. He jumped up quickly shaking the droplets from his silky coat; he was handsome indeed. Ailins nerves escalated; he didnt know why but his hair was standing on end...suddenly something rammed into his side leaving him un steady; the creature grabbed onto hime; dagger like claws peircing his skin. Ailin kicked out striking the beast; once again it leapt at Ailin digging it claws into his face; strilking his eye. Ailin could not see momentarily: a moment was a the creature needed to deliver another vicious blow! Ailin striked the beast again, though hevcould not dee clearly he knew he hurt the shadow creature for it wailed. Again and again Ailin struck the beast unti he heard it whimper and disapear into the shadows, dragging its limp leg with it. That night he could not sleep; in fear of the creature returning and for he was pain ridden.

Light crept into the cave, Ailin must of fallen asleep for the warm sun caused his eyes to flutter open. It took a few attempts but he stood shakily; and walked out to find water. He followed the seductive sound of running water; he gound a river. He looked deep into the water, his solem reflection starred back; he was a monster ridden with battle scares. Immedianting Aillen ran; ran through the pain to rerurn to he solitary slopes were he no one would have to look at him...No matter he was still a beaitiful soul.

[Desmond]

Equid name: Maumivu
[Swahili, "Pain"]
Equid age: 4.25 Years
Story:
Life is truly not fair to those that live it.

Maumivu wasn't the lead horse on the small team. He wasn't one of the last two, either, that were spared the whip because of the distance between the sled itself and themselves. No, he was in the perfect position for the end of that long, leather piece of punishment to smack and slash at his flanks and hindquarters.

The indigenous humans were an alright folk, once they didn't need transport between villages, which were often spread in different valleys and bordered by tall mountains. But when they did, ropes and leather harnesses were tied and criss-crossed over Maumivu and his kin's bodies, and they were strapped to a wood-and-fur contraption that worked like a dogsled.

His last trip, unfortunately, was the worst, and let to his being 'retired' from the team. It was one of the longer trips, comparable to the famous one on Alaska led by Balto. It had stormed recently, and all of the usual landmarks had been wiped out, replaced by snow and ice. The lead Equid had taken a wrong turn, and the lashes meant for him had instead ended up gouging deeply into Maumivu's hide. They continued racing through the blinding terrain, though, Maumivu's black hide the only thing keeping him from freezing to death whenever they halted to melt snow for water.

Then the first of the team dropped dead, frozen, overworked and dehydrated.

Then another. And another.

The last two members of the team, Maumivu himself and one of the two that were in the back, found themselves without a leader... and then without a human to guide them. He kept his teammate warm at night, his thick black fur still brimming from the sun's glaring heat, and by day they wandered through the snow and ice until they found themselves staring at the fires of their old village.

Home.

/fail story of fail

I'll have to revise this later. Schoolwork calls.

[bake4u]

Equid name:
Rage
Equid age:
two years
Story:

Again, and again, He felt the render flesh of his flank, getting ripped to shreds by the long claws, attached to the two mountain lion's. Hissing, as he would launch him self forward in a worthless act to fight and defend himself. Rage, tossed his head, and reared only to be struck again, but the large cat, this time across the eye. There were two of them, and only one of him. Being only a young, yearling at the time, he didn't know how to fight back properly. Rocks slid out from his back feet, tumbling down below on the mountain side. The stead decline right behind him as he was being herded towards the edge looked endless.

Like kittens with yarn, they grabbed his tail raking there claws down in odd, accidental patterns. The sting, of the cold wind against the bleeding cuts made them hurt more. Muscles becoming stiff he felt as though his mountains were betraying him. He had always lived here. Never in fear only in peace until now.His feet shifting trying to keep above the rocks, so he wouldn't slid to his death. Rage felt a sudden urge to just give up. Anger flashed through him, a little breaking moment int he Lions assault. he surged forward, knocking one aside, but having his feet knocked our from under him by the other. sharp rocks, ran across his back thigh, but he continued the struggle, now just wanting to get away. managing to get to his feet, he bolted up the rock side, not stopping until he couldn't run any longer. finding a small, alcove he slid inside the cramped space. checking the bloody woulds that were to become, scars. the lions didn't seemed to have followed him.. though he was't sure why they hadn't pre-sued what would have been a easy meal for them now.Sleep, was hard to find, for sharp jagged rocks, pushed into his sides but it eventually over took him.

[↫mars↬]

Equid name:
Venn

Equid age:
4 Years

Story:
I wasn't always so.. different. I had friends, family, but all that changed when I decided to take an adventure.

WIP :p

[~Smiley~Doggy~]

[code][b]Equid name: slash and dash
[b]Equid age:5
[b]Story:he lived a long hard life fighting of preditors and hunters to protect his heard from danger but the hardest battle he faught was the battle to keep hi son alive and free. one day pochers came and saw this beautifull but misterious creature up in the european moutains. he was unlike anything he has ever seen before.he wanted it bad so he started ropeing him. he struggled and struggled but never got free. after a while he gave up and lie down.he started to winnie an a second later his dad showed up and he was mad he charged a the pochers fast in furry as he rann past the man he sliced slash but slash never gave up he charged over and over feriously
and the last blow nocked the man off of his horse and the man ran off slash was injured badly but his son was ok slash needed help so he started wondering around and ended up finding you to care for him untill he has healed.

[placebo.]

Equid name:Tasaquat
Equid age:4 years
Story:
Tasaquat lied down and looked into the lonely sky reflecting on his life.

Tasaquat walked around a small bush and raced after his mother. “What have you been doing my son?” His mother asked staring at him, Tasaquat lowered his head as if he were about to tell a great secret. “I want and found a cave.” He said smiling. “Oh, did you now.” His mother said impressed, “Where is this cave?” She asked. Tasaquat smiled and then bounded back the way he came. “This way, follow me!” He hollered over his shoulder excited to show his mother his great discovery. Once he was at the cave he stepped into it ignoring his mother’s call to stay out of it. He priced his ears and his heart stopped as he saw the biggest creature he had ever seen! The creature roared and leapt at him. Tasaquat screeched and raced out of the den his flank stinging, he looked at it and saw deep claw marks. His mother stared at him and then pushed him against her side. A huge furry beast flew out of the den his huge jaws gaping. Tasaquat backed into the bushes watching in horror as he saw his mother being mauled. He ran as fast as he could he felt a sharp pain up his spine. He turned to looked at his now bloody and badly ravaged tail. He bounded un rocky slopes and through valleys and plains. He travelled far but he soon tired and was forced to take a nap.

Soon after that adventure he was determined to get revenge on that beast so he created a small band of horses like him and he fought the beasts. That is how he got his scars.

[ButterFlyBabe]

Equid Name: Ailin (Little Rock)
Equid Age: 10
Story:

Ailin lived alone; alone on the rocky slopes, dangerous yes but Ailin prefered a life of solitude. Dusk was aopproacing as well as a harsh winter storm, he would be to vunersble to the arsh conditions on the slippery slopes; he proceeded to go in land were he would find refuge. Hopefully. Rain drops already began to splatter against his heaving sides. The land was now painted an eerie grey as the storm clouds advanced bringing with them booming thunder and shattering lightning. Hi limbs ached and protested against Ailins vigarous pace. The storm was now over head; he woul have no time to make it his usual cave shelter, instead he veered off the track remembering seeing a musky cave on one of his expeditions... Thunder began to shake the earth, lightning split the sky; opening the way for gushing rain. His hooves slipoed and stumbles as his slender legs threatened to give way; but he made it...Ailin callopsed at the cave mouth, breathing in and out sharply. Everything waw dark, he could not smell or hear anwything other than rain. Ailin was weary of this place but it was better than facing the vicious storm un protected. He jumped up quickly shaking the droplets from his silky coat; he was handsome indeed. Ailins nerves escalated; he didnt know why but his hair was standing on end...suddenly something rammed into his side leaving him un steady; the creature grabbed onto hime; dagger like claws peircing his skin. Ailin kicked out striking the beast; once again it leapt at Ailin digging it claws into his face; strilking his eye. Ailin could not see momentarily: a moment was a the creature needed to deliver another vicious blow! Ailin striked the beast again, though hevcould not dee clearly he knew he hurt the shadow creature for it wailed. Again and again Ailin struck the beast unti he heard it whimper and disapear into the shadows, dragging its limp leg with it. That night he could not sleep; in fear of the creature returning and for he was pain ridden.

Light crept into the cave, Ailin must of fallen asleep for the warm sun caused his eyes to flutter open. It took a few attempts but he stood shakily; and walked out to find water. He followed the seductive sound of running water; he gound a river. He looked deep into the water, his solem reflection starred back; he was a monster ridden with battle scares. Immedianting Aillen ran; ran through the pain to rerurn to he solitary slopes were he no one would have to look at him...No matter he was still a beaitiful soul.

[ButterFlyBabe]

Sorry about the spelling mistakes Im on my ipod

[Oddly Shaded]

Equid name: Lipsus
Equid age: 17
Story: My name is Lipsus, i once was a great leader of a herd of beautiful females of various colours and sizes. We were herded in the Northern side of the biggest and most graceful mountain of them all. We lived on the only flat before the biggest rock fall. Water streamed down the mountain and gently fell over the rocks and down below, to continue to make it's way to the bottom and head for the sea. I was the head male, the only other males were the newborns. I wasn't the biggest, but i knew i was the strongest. So each and every year when the males were ready to grow and become leaders, they would either go quietly or be forced out. But one male, a big golden chestnut dun coloured male. He had fierce white mountain Equid lines all the way across his body, and he was bigger, about 13.3, a full hand bigger, and just as strong. I approached him on his day of trial, and he wanted to stay, become leader. We begun our 'fight' if thats what you'd call it. He stood tall above me, i kept my head tall and before ducking it into my chest and throwing my front legs in the air, now standing taller, stronger, and more powerful. I thrashed out twice, i am still unsure if i knocked him. But before i knew it, he impacted me while i still was risen, knocking me to the grass. Thrashing my hooves around i pulled myself up. Throwing myself into a gallop directly at the male, Jumping to hit his back. Without making much damage, he was knocked to the ground instead. I knew that this was an unusual way of fighting, but he was playing against the rules, so why shouldn't I? Sounding a loud siren war squeal i collected my feet before he could rise from his bed of grass and galloped once more toward him viciously. Pulling up at his side as he rose and rearing once more Thrashing and slashing his back, slicing the way across his back, removing his mane on the middle of his back. The male turned to me and grabbed ahold of my leg with his teeth. Bringing my back legs up i kicked him in the head. But this only agrivated him. We both stood close to the rocks edge, and i planned to knock him over the edge before i become the one running. But the male got in first, galloping at me in full force, knocking me over once again. It was a bit blurred from there, but i remember an intense pain on my right side, then falling. I am 99% sure that he had knocked me directly over that cliff. And i am 200% sure that i should be dead. I woke up in a soft bed of straw, i was scared and confused at the time, and tried my hardest to rise from the bedding. It was difficult though. I felt intense pain all over. Once my hooves were holding my weight i was able to look around at myself. Through the right eye. The left eye i could see nothing. I must have hurt it when i fell. But i know for sure that i will not stay here, and i know that one day i will return to my girls. For now, i will deal with this small space, but there is one last thing i must tell you. There are creatures. Like nothing i've ever seen before. They locked me in here, and they try to get me to eat these orange things. I am unsure of what they are, and i truthfully don't think they will be nice. But they may just be my way out of here.

[horsy1050]

Equid Name: Ailin (Little Rock)
Equid Age: 10
Story:

Ailin lived alone; alone on the rocky slopes, dangerous yes but Ailin prefered a life of solitude. Dusk was aopproacing as well as a harsh winter storm, he would be to vunersble to the arsh conditions on the slippery slopes; he proceeded to go in land were he would find refuge. Hopefully. Rain drops already began to splatter against his heaving sides. The land was now painted an eerie grey as the storm clouds advanced bringing with them booming thunder and shattering lightning. Hi limbs ached and protested against Ailins vigarous pace. The storm was now over head; he woul have no time to make it his usual cave shelter, instead he veered off the track remembering seeing a musky cave on one of his expeditions... Thunder began to shake the earth, lightning split the sky; opening the way for gushing rain. His hooves slipoed and stumbles as his slender legs threatened to give way; but he made it...Ailin callopsed at the cave mouth, breathing in and out sharply. Everything waw dark, he could not smell or hear anwything other than rain. Ailin was weary of this place but it was better than facing the vicious storm un protected. He jumped up quickly shaking the droplets from his silky coat; he was handsome indeed. Ailins nerves escalated; he didnt know why but his hair was standing on end...suddenly something rammed into his side leaving him un steady; the creature grabbed onto hime; dagger like claws peircing his skin. Ailin kicked out striking the beast; once again it leapt at Ailin digging it claws into his face; strilking his eye. Ailin could not see momentarily: a moment was a the creature needed to deliver another vicious blow! Ailin striked the beast again, though hevcould not dee clearly he knew he hurt the shadow creature for it wailed. Again and again Ailin struck the beast unti he heard it whimper and disapear into the shadows, dragging its limp leg with it. That night he could not sleep; in fear of the creature returning and for he was pain ridden.

Light crept into the cave, Ailin must of fallen asleep for the warm sun caused his eyes to flutter open. It took a few attempts but he stood shakily; and walked out to find water. He followed the seductive sound of running water; he gound a river. He looked deep into the water, his solem reflection starred back; he was a monster ridden with battle scares. Immedianting Aillen ran; ran through the pain to rerurn to he solitary slopes were he no one would have to look at him...No matter he was still a beaitiful soul.

I don't know why but this one captured me. So ButterFlyBabe, He's yours.

Thank you everyone for your stories.