[iStarz & Everly]

Dropping out

[violynnights]

Show Name: Aventure De La Vie (Adventure of Life)
Barn Name: Venture
Age: 10
Owner: PuppygirlWillow

Halter Color: Light Cream
Jewel Color: Mane/Tail Color

It was a routine cave dive in which Venture met his best friend, and in the process, discovered that which meant most to him. A simple, plain rope. It's not flashy, its not bright, and its certainly not the prettiest rope. But it had brought two of the best friends together, and that means more than anything.

While Venture was wandering through a cavern he had visited before, his gear in his saddle bag, he heard the faint sound of snorting and a small, panicked whinny. Quite shocked initially, he hadn't except anyone else to be in there, and it took him aback, but it was only a few moments before he realised someone was in trouble and he made his way, now quicker, deeper into the cave.

Having been here before, he knew the cave back to front, and as he approached, and the whinnies grew louder, he realized that he was getting closer to the crater. In the middle of a big open cavern was a deep pit that had been caved in over many years, and it was quite deep. For those who didn't know it was there, it would be quite easy to fall into, and Venture worried that some damage had been done to whoever was in there.

As he reached the edge of the dip, he ducked his head down and gave a small whinny in return. There was a young horse down there, who had fallen and dislocated something in his shoulder. A much bigger horse, and more knowledgeable in caves, Venture figured out a way to lower a rope down and loop it around the horse, and pull him out, trying not to cause any more damage.

The younger horses name was Little, and he had wandered into the cave when he was bored and looking for something to do. After he got looked at by a veterinarian, Little joined Venture at Willow Park Stables, and the two have been almost inseparable ever since.

To this day, whenever he goes caving, either by himself or with Little, he has that same length of rope, looped around his neck or body or in his saddlebag, as a constant reminder to that day, and just in case- after all, you never know when you're going to meet a new friend.

[conversett]

Mark

[Me?Sarcastic?]

Owner: Me?Sarcastic?
Show Name: Keeper of the Flame
Barn Name: Garron (A French name meaning Guardian)
Age: 6
Halter Color: Could I request one made in the same fashion as his necklace and leg bracelets?
Jewel Color: ^^^
Story: Garron enjoyed searching caves for treasure. It wasn't big treasure, mind you; a rusted knife here, or a broken necklace there, but he loved it. Most days he would spend exploring throughout the many caves behind his herd's grazing grounds. One particular cave was particularly large, and he had been looking through it all day. He was tired and grimy, so he was ready to get home, clean off, and go to bed. Only then did he realize that there was one little problem; he had no idea where he was. He'd wandered so far in, and not marked the way out, that he was completely lost. The stallion cried out for help, hoping someone, anyone, was listening, but there wasn't a sound in reply.

Garron began to panic. He had no way of knowing where to go, no one knew he was here, and the only light was the dim glow of holes in the ceiling far, far above. He called out again, the echoes bouncing off the cavernous walls. Nothing in reply. Having no other options, the stallion then decided to start down one of the paths at random, hoping it would lead outside. He walked slowly, carefully feeling around in the pitch blackness so as not to fall over anything. As he walked, the walls around him seemed to press farther and farther in on him, and he started to think he was going insane, until he all at once realized that the path was just narrowing, until it was so small that he could barely turn around.

Suddenly, Garron stumbled upon what seemed like it was a rather deep hole. He nearly fell into it, but jumped over just in time. He was going to continue on his way, when he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. At the bottom of the hole, a orange light glowed faintly. All his worry and panic was curbed by acute curiosity. His sides scraped the walls as he turned around and looked down into the deep crater. It was big enough that if he fell in, he wasn't confident that he'd be able to get back out. Despite this, he still had a strong urge to try. The little light almost seemed to be calling to him. The walls of the depression were steep, but not all that high. Only to about the stallion's head. Finally deciding to go against his better judgement and try, Garron started with his back legs first. Slowly, he eased his back leg down as well as he could. He couldn't quite touch the bottom, so he moved his second back leg into the hole, making him slide down the steep sides until hitting the bottom. He determined that he would likely be able to make it back out, so he reared back and dropped down on all four. The bottom of the pit wasn't huge, but large enough to fit at least one other horse in with him.

Garron then turned his attention to the incandescent orange light which he had risked himself to get to. He bent down close to it, and saw that it was a beautiful little orange gem. He went to pick it up with his teeth, and found that the gem was attached to something else. He couldn't quite tell what it was in the very, very dim light (which was all coming from the gem), but it was small and felt like something made of cool metal.

Moving the item securely into his mouth, Garron then directed his thoughts back at the obstacle before him. Rearing up once more, he placed his front hooves on the wall of the crater. His front hooves landed just below the lip. He could try running up the side, but he doubted he could on the slick, steep rock. The next idea was trying to climb by digging his hooves into any crevice he could find, but that would also mean he'd probably need his mouth, and he wasn't about to abandon his new possession. In the end, he chose to try and somehow lift up his back legs, enabling his front hooves to reach solid ground and then pull himself up as best he could. First he had to find a rock to stand on. Dropping down again, he used the weak light of the gem to look around the small area. Quickly, he found a suitable stone and rolled it carefully over to where the lip was lowest. Then, he stepped up on top of it. It held his weight easily. Now for the moment of truth. Planting his back legs firmly on the rock, he lifted his front hooves to the opening. At that moment, the stallion felt a rush of joy when they landed on the solid earth above. They just barely reached, but they reached nonetheless. Now came the hard part: the pulling.

Straining every muscle in his body, Garron inched slowly up the crater as he pushed off with his back legs and pulled hard with his front. On the tip of his hooves, finally his head reached the top. He gently spat out the gem thing on the floor and dug his teeth into the hard earth, as he pulled the rest of his body up, up, up. It felt like centuries before his neck even cleared the gap. Next came his broad shoulders, chest, mid-section, and with a final heave, his back legs. The brown stallion laid there for a minute, catching his breath and giving his muscles a rest, but he'd done it. He'd done it! That gem thing better be worth it. He thought crustily.

At last, Garron lifted himself to his hooves, picked up his treasure, and jumped back over the pit, as the path he'd taken was simply too narrow to go much further. Upon reaching the main cave again, he chose another path. As he walked tiredly down this one, he felt a slight breeze waft over his sweaty coat. A draft! He picked up his pace quickly, almost cantering in excitement down the ever-widening passageway, until he saw the dim light of stars ahead. Geez, I was in there a long time! he thought in wonder.

Breaking into a gallop, Garron quickly cleared the cave and raced out into the wonderful warmth of the open fields. He whinnied in pure exhilaration. What was in front of him made his all the more joyous: his herd. He guessed that in his wandering, he must've made a full u-turn, as he could see his earlier entrance only a few yards away. Smiling, he stared off towards the others, stopping only a few feet away when he realized that he still hadn't looked at his treasure.

Carefully laying it on the ground, Garron was now able to see it much more clearly, thanks to the moon. It was a key. To what, he had no idea. The gem in the center was held by bronze, and there was a golden dragon encircling it, as if guarding it. The rest of the key was simple black with a little bronze wire wrapped around the shaft part. It was beautiful. Garron knew right then and there that this key unlocked something important, and that it couldn't be found, else something terrible might happen. Determined to keep it safe, the stallion noted that the tail of the dragon was a perfect circle with a very small opening at the bottom. Cautiously, he linked the tail through his silver necklace and, pressing hard with his teeth, closed the gap so that the key wouldn't fall off. Now, the key would be safe with him always, as he never took off his necklace.

Satisfied that it wouldn't fall off, Garron walked forward to join the rest of his herd, who were all too happy that he was unharmed and home. A few of the others ask about the key, but he simply said it was a little trinket he'd found in the caves. No one really bothered him about it. Garron went back to the caves the next day, but found that his original entrance had caved in, and he wasn't able to even find the second one. Soon after, his herd moved on from the meadows near the cave, and he was forced to go with them. He had a feeling something had been in that cave. Something that this key would've unlocked, but he would never find out... (Word count: 1,418 words.)

[jesdar16]

𝔾𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕟 jesdar16
𝔹𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙 ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖 Haitzuloan (meaning "In the cave" in Basque)
ℕ𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 Zulo (shortened version of the birth name)
𝔸𝕘𝕖 10 years
ℍ𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕖𝕣 & ℙ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟 Black with faded white sides for the halter
(like a gradient, the top, bridge of the nose and down below the chin) and eye
color pearls

ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪
Zulo was shy as a foal and never really grew out of it. He was modest and kind, he always knew when to back off or step down and was sensitive to the way others felt. It was almost like he could sense when they were uncomfortable or upset. Zulo was self-conscious as a colt and became even more self conscious as he grew older and was always trying to find a way to improve himself, constantly convinced that something was wrong with him. He was never particularly good at anything except finding a way to make a fool of himself. He was quite clumsy. But he was kind. That was his most admirable attribute. He could never really find something 'bad' in anyone, even if they committed a murder or a crime. He was always forgiving and open-hearted. He had a soft spot for animals as well, and most of the time they are his closest friends.

𝔹𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖

These caves stretch for many miles, some tunnels going down below the surface and others reaching the highest peak of the jungle mountain. One tunnel travels all the way through the jungle and out to the jungle beach, where Zulo sometimes goes to relax.
The caves have been dubbed the "Silent Caverns" because no human has ever heard a sound when they were inside. They would swear it's haunted, but all they've seen is the shadow of the young stallion, hidden away in the deepest crevices of the rocks.

𝔹𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙 ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖 ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪
It was a silent night when the little grullo colt entered the world. His mother was up and moving almost immediately and she was gently urging her son to his hooves. She had never seen anything like it. Like most of the horses who had ever resided in the Silent Caverns, her coat was a dark black color with dark eyes that helped keep her hidden from any predators that might be lurking. It was nearly impossible to see her because any trickle of light in the birthing tunnel was from a puny crack in the roof. The mare's dark eyes flickered over the shivering foal's body. He was a brown color, with a darker face, and she could see the glow of white markings across his legs, back, face and neck. Bright multi-shaded green eyes blinked up at her. He stood out. A lot. Deciding to brush off her son's unlikely coloring, she nudged him again.
"Come on my dear, you must get up. The nursing tunnel is not far away." The mare helped nudge her foal to his hooves and soon he was shakily walking out of the birthing tunnel and into one of the main caverns. The mare turned sharply down another dead end corridor, this one lined with soft leaves collected from the jungle. A large quantity of jungle grasses and leaves were piled in the corner. At the end of the corridor stood another horse, a black stallion, the same dark shade as the mare. As the mare and her foal approached, the stallion dropped his head and sniffed at the colt. Green eyes blinked in bewilderment at him and he skittered behind his mother.
"Don't be afraid love, he will not hurt you. He is your father." Hesitantly the colt approached and delicately touched noses with the stallion. The stallion greeted the mare and she rubbed her muzzle along her mate's. They spoke a few quick words and he was out of the corridor.

The mare interrupted her son's nursing the next day.
"Your father and I have decided on a name for you." She said, turning to face her son. Her mate trotted down the tunnel a moment later and stood beside her. "You're one of the few foals ever born inside the caves. Most mares have had their foals outside in the sunlight. But we decided it was safer for you to be born here. In the cave. Haitzuloan." The mare told him that it meant "in the cave" in an ancient language. So Haitzuloan grew up with that name, but by the time he was a yearling, he had decided that even his name was too big for him. So he shortened it to "Zulo". Occasionally when he was in trouble his parents would call him by his full name and say "Haitzuloan, you get over here this instant!" but they usually referred to him by his nickname.

𝕄𝕠𝕤𝕥 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕 ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟
It was a stormy day. The caves themselves were still but the trio could hear the muffled sound of the rain pattering the top of the mountain and thunder crashed, shaking the whole cavern system. During storms the trio hid themselves as far from the entrance tunnels as they could, huddling together in the most central cave, the intersection. It was large and open, and ledges lined the walls. Cracks led nowhere and dark passages drifted off away from the intersection. Zulo was two years old now. His mother quietly nibbled on the base of his mane while his father paced around, ears alert. Storms were dangerous. They caused cave-ins. Zulo had never experienced a cave-in. His mother said that she and her mate had once, running from falling rocks and the whole ground was shaking. She said she never wanted to experience it again.
"Momma.. are we gonna have a cave in?" Zulo asked in a shaky voice. He felt his mother cease grooming and lift her head.
"I hope not, Zulo. We can't afford a cave-in now." Zulo took a few steps from his mother's side and was watching his father pace around. He stiffened.
"We must move." He said sharply. He spoke a few quick words to his mate and she was up and alert, her ears swiveling. "Come,
Zulo."
Zulo blindly ran after his parents as they trotted quickly through the tunnels. They refused to answer any of his questions.
"Come on Momma, why are we running?"
"Where are we going, Papa?"
The ground gradually dampened as water rolled silently into the main cave.

"We must hurry!" The mare whinnied, cantering down a side tunnel Zulo had never been in before. Zulo knew nearly every cave like the back of his hoof and he could navigate them easily in the dark, but he had not seen this tunnel before. The tunnel was long and winding, and as they galloped down into it the water followed in a rush. It was catching up. Zulo's father dropped back and gave him a nudge on his rump.
"Faster!" He urged, pushing his son forward. Out of the corner of his eye something glittered in another side passage. He almost missed it but Zulo skidded to a halt and ran back. He found the corridor again just as his father stamped in irritation and fear.
"No time for exploring Zulo, we must hurry! The flood is upon us!" Water began to seep around his hooves and he heard a roar.
Snatching the shiny thing in his teeth, Zulo splashed back to his father and galloped after his mother. With a roar the water broke free, rushing through the cave and filling it up completely to the top. The giant wave drew closer and closer and just before it hit they galloped out into the rainy night, as far from the entrance as they could.
"Zulo! Oh my, you're alright!" His mother circled him and sniffed him anxiously. He could hear her heart pounding.
"Haitzuloan! What a completely irresponsible, dangerous and deadly thing to do!" His father scolded him, his eyes wide with fear.
"We could have lost you!"
Zulo dropped his eyes and ducked his head. But he got what he had came for. His parents noticed the object in his mouth. Finding a dry rock underneath a tree branch, he placed it down. It was a delicate green feather, about the size of his ear, adorned in an emerald jewel at the base. The emerald is what had gleamed at him as he rushed by.
"Zulo.." His mother whispered. "It can't be."
"What, Momma, what?" Zulo replied, scared that he was in trouble again.
"This.. this feather.. this feather belonged to my great grandmother." She whispered. "It was the symbol of our herd. The Emerald Herd." The mare delicately sniffed the sodden feather. "You have found a valuable artifact. This is an item from our past, our ancestors."
"What do you mean?"
"Come here, let me tell you. Long, long ago, our caverns were filled with horses. My great grandmother, your great great grandmother, was apart of that herd. She was high ranking, the lead mare, and she always wore this feather with the emerald on it in her mane, at the top of her neck and behind her ear. It meant that she was the leader, the founder. This feather was supposed to be passed down through her descendants. But it was lost." Her head drooped. "In a flood that took our caverns, just like this one.
It was washed away, we thought it was taken out to sea. We scoured every tunnel looking for it but we could not find it. Every tunnel, but that one." She pressed her head against her son's.
"You have found the symbol of our ancestors. The Emerald Herd is no more, soon we fell prey to humans who tamed us with their strange ways. Me, you, and your father are the only remaining wild members of the Emerald Herd. This is the key to our past."
Zulo took in this story with great interest. This was who he was.

From that day on, Zulo wore that feather in the same spot his great great grandmother did: on the top of his neck on his mane,
behind the ears. It took many a moon for the caves to dry again but when they did, the Emerald Herd returned home for the first time. The herd has been reborn now that the ancestral symbol has been found, thanks to Zulo.

[|Shyba|]

Owner: |Angel|
Barn Name: Hume [Scottish Name meaning "From The Caves"]
Show Name: Dwellers of The Dark
Halter: Possibly a Custom Halter with His Prized Possession.
I can use a (medium?) Item for it.

The Feather.

Hume was Young when it happened. Only a yearling when Separated from his herd. It was a round up that initially separated them, his parents told him to run, to stay by the tree just under Eagles Keep. They had slept there many nights together, no man would ever venture that close to the canyons and if they did the Eagles that rested overhead would give the Alarm. He knew the call, it happened once or twice in his lifetime and this would be the last time. Hume slept there for what seemed like many nights, waiting the return of his herd, his family, but they never came. After waiting three long nights, a storm came towards the Canyons and Hume well remembered the warnings of many storms before. The water made the rocks slick and easy to slip on, dangerous so close to the edge of such a far drop into the vegetation below the rocks. He didn't want to leave his home, he still had a sliver of hope they would return but it wouldn't matter if he wasn't alive to see them return. Hume decided to head out as the distant storm cracked the sky with streaks of light, but not empty handed. He took a single Eagle feather with him, stuck to his mane as a reminder of his home, where he came from, and who raised him. He walked for hours, trying to find shelter from the storm that seemed to be chasing him farther and farther from his home until he found shelter in a cave system along his path. These caves Hume has continued to live in, Inviting in stuck without shelter when Storms roll over the land. Many ask about this feather in my mane that I hold so close, and so, I tell them the story of the Yearling Colt Left alone the night the roundup came for his family, until the storms have passed and the morning comes.

[iShame]

So sorry for how late I am guys! I've had family in town since this past Saturday so I've been spending as much time with him as I could. I'll be extending this for about 9 days, ending not this Sunday,
but next, I believe that's the 13th?

Again I am extremely sorry guys!

[NeriHyuga]

this needs to be judged ^^

[NeriHyuga]

you have one week to judge this, if you do not, i will judge it

[NeriHyuga]

𝔾𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕟 jesdar16
𝔹𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙 ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖 Haitzuloan (meaning "In the cave" in Basque)
ℕ𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 Zulo (shortened version of the birth name)
𝔸𝕘𝕖 10 years
ℍ𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕖𝕣 & ℙ𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕝 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕘𝕟 Black with faded white sides for the halter
(like a gradient, the top, bridge of the nose and down below the chin) and eye
color pearls

ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪
Zulo was shy as a foal and never really grew out of it. He was modest and kind, he always knew when to back off or step down and was sensitive to the way others felt. It was almost like he could sense when they were uncomfortable or upset. Zulo was self-conscious as a colt and became even more self conscious as he grew older and was always trying to find a way to improve himself, constantly convinced that something was wrong with him. He was never particularly good at anything except finding a way to make a fool of himself. He was quite clumsy. But he was kind. That was his most admirable attribute. He could never really find something 'bad' in anyone, even if they committed a murder or a crime. He was always forgiving and open-hearted. He had a soft spot for animals as well, and most of the time they are his closest friends.

𝔹𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖

These caves stretch for many miles, some tunnels going down below the surface and others reaching the highest peak of the jungle mountain. One tunnel travels all the way through the jungle and out to the jungle beach, where Zulo sometimes goes to relax.
The caves have been dubbed the "Silent Caverns" because no human has ever heard a sound when they were inside. They would swear it's haunted, but all they've seen is the shadow of the young stallion, hidden away in the deepest crevices of the rocks.

𝔹𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕙 ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕖 ℍ𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪
It was a silent night when the little grullo colt entered the world. His mother was up and moving almost immediately and she was gently urging her son to his hooves. She had never seen anything like it. Like most of the horses who had ever resided in the Silent Caverns, her coat was a dark black color with dark eyes that helped keep her hidden from any predators that might be lurking. It was nearly impossible to see her because any trickle of light in the birthing tunnel was from a puny crack in the roof. The mare's dark eyes flickered over the shivering foal's body. He was a brown color, with a darker face, and she could see the glow of white markings across his legs, back, face and neck. Bright multi-shaded green eyes blinked up at her. He stood out. A lot. Deciding to brush off her son's unlikely coloring, she nudged him again.
"Come on my dear, you must get up. The nursing tunnel is not far away." The mare helped nudge her foal to his hooves and soon he was shakily walking out of the birthing tunnel and into one of the main caverns. The mare turned sharply down another dead end corridor, this one lined with soft leaves collected from the jungle. A large quantity of jungle grasses and leaves were piled in the corner. At the end of the corridor stood another horse, a black stallion, the same dark shade as the mare. As the mare and her foal approached, the stallion dropped his head and sniffed at the colt. Green eyes blinked in bewilderment at him and he skittered behind his mother.
"Don't be afraid love, he will not hurt you. He is your father." Hesitantly the colt approached and delicately touched noses with the stallion. The stallion greeted the mare and she rubbed her muzzle along her mate's. They spoke a few quick words and he was out of the corridor.

The mare interrupted her son's nursing the next day.
"Your father and I have decided on a name for you." She said, turning to face her son. Her mate trotted down the tunnel a moment later and stood beside her. "You're one of the few foals ever born inside the caves. Most mares have had their foals outside in the sunlight. But we decided it was safer for you to be born here. In the cave. Haitzuloan." The mare told him that it meant "in the cave" in an ancient language. So Haitzuloan grew up with that name, but by the time he was a yearling, he had decided that even his name was too big for him. So he shortened it to "Zulo". Occasionally when he was in trouble his parents would call him by his full name and say "Haitzuloan, you get over here this instant!" but they usually referred to him by his nickname.

𝕄𝕠𝕤𝕥 ℙ𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕖𝕕 ℙ𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟
It was a stormy day. The caves themselves were still but the trio could hear the muffled sound of the rain pattering the top of the mountain and thunder crashed, shaking the whole cavern system. During storms the trio hid themselves as far from the entrance tunnels as they could, huddling together in the most central cave, the intersection. It was large and open, and ledges lined the walls. Cracks led nowhere and dark passages drifted off away from the intersection. Zulo was two years old now. His mother quietly nibbled on the base of his mane while his father paced around, ears alert. Storms were dangerous. They caused cave-ins. Zulo had never experienced a cave-in. His mother said that she and her mate had once, running from falling rocks and the whole ground was shaking. She said she never wanted to experience it again.
"Momma.. are we gonna have a cave in?" Zulo asked in a shaky voice. He felt his mother cease grooming and lift her head.
"I hope not, Zulo. We can't afford a cave-in now." Zulo took a few steps from his mother's side and was watching his father pace around. He stiffened.
"We must move." He said sharply. He spoke a few quick words to his mate and she was up and alert, her ears swiveling. "Come,
Zulo."
Zulo blindly ran after his parents as they trotted quickly through the tunnels. They refused to answer any of his questions.
"Come on Momma, why are we running?"
"Where are we going, Papa?"
The ground gradually dampened as water rolled silently into the main cave.

"We must hurry!" The mare whinnied, cantering down a side tunnel Zulo had never been in before. Zulo knew nearly every cave like the back of his hoof and he could navigate them easily in the dark, but he had not seen this tunnel before. The tunnel was long and winding, and as they galloped down into it the water followed in a rush. It was catching up. Zulo's father dropped back and gave him a nudge on his rump.
"Faster!" He urged, pushing his son forward. Out of the corner of his eye something glittered in another side passage. He almost missed it but Zulo skidded to a halt and ran back. He found the corridor again just as his father stamped in irritation and fear.
"No time for exploring Zulo, we must hurry! The flood is upon us!" Water began to seep around his hooves and he heard a roar.
Snatching the shiny thing in his teeth, Zulo splashed back to his father and galloped after his mother. With a roar the water broke free, rushing through the cave and filling it up completely to the top. The giant wave drew closer and closer and just before it hit they galloped out into the rainy night, as far from the entrance as they could.
"Zulo! Oh my, you're alright!" His mother circled him and sniffed him anxiously. He could hear her heart pounding.
"Haitzuloan! What a completely irresponsible, dangerous and deadly thing to do!" His father scolded him, his eyes wide with fear.
"We could have lost you!"
Zulo dropped his eyes and ducked his head. But he got what he had came for. His parents noticed the object in his mouth. Finding a dry rock underneath a tree branch, he placed it down. It was a delicate green feather, about the size of his ear, adorned in an emerald jewel at the base. The emerald is what had gleamed at him as he rushed by.
"Zulo.." His mother whispered. "It can't be."
"What, Momma, what?" Zulo replied, scared that he was in trouble again.
"This.. this feather.. this feather belonged to my great grandmother." She whispered. "It was the symbol of our herd. The Emerald Herd." The mare delicately sniffed the sodden feather. "You have found a valuable artifact. This is an item from our past, our ancestors."
"What do you mean?"
"Come here, let me tell you. Long, long ago, our caverns were filled with horses. My great grandmother, your great great grandmother, was apart of that herd. She was high ranking, the lead mare, and she always wore this feather with the emerald on it in her mane, at the top of her neck and behind her ear. It meant that she was the leader, the founder. This feather was supposed to be passed down through her descendants. But it was lost." Her head drooped. "In a flood that took our caverns, just like this one.
It was washed away, we thought it was taken out to sea. We scoured every tunnel looking for it but we could not find it. Every tunnel, but that one." She pressed her head against her son's.
"You have found the symbol of our ancestors. The Emerald Herd is no more, soon we fell prey to humans who tamed us with their strange ways. Me, you, and your father are the only remaining wild members of the Emerald Herd. This is the key to our past."
Zulo took in this story with great interest. This was who he was.

From that day on, Zulo wore that feather in the same spot his great great grandmother did: on the top of his neck on his mane,
behind the ears. It took many a moon for the caves to dry again but when they did, the Emerald Herd returned home for the first time. The herd has been reborn now that the ancestral symbol has been found, thanks to Zulo.

winner! congrats ^^ it's a really detailed form and a nice story with much background :3

RU fo 20.000 points goes to Me?Sarcastic?
and Rus of 10.000 points go to |Angel| and PuppygirlWillow

congrats ^^