[horsy1050]

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Height: 14.3hh
Gender: Male
Owner: Theron
Equid Name: Luix
Equid age: 3
Story: The young stallion frantically galloped across the plains, having been chased down from his mountain home by the group of men that were now on his heels. He let out a breathless whinny, pumping his slender legs. The men behind him started to circle their lassos, ready to sling the ropes round his neck. His flanks were flecked with sweat as he ran, desperate to keep his freedom. But the chase could not continue. Tiring, he was forced to slow, which allowed his pursuers to form a ring around him.

After a moment, several ropes were thrown over his neck, tightening enough so he could breathe but not escape. The male equid reared, his topaz eyes sparking with anger and fear. A man spurred his horse forward to stand near Luix. The stallion let out a sharp snort, prancing forwards to bite the horse's shoulder. Then he stretched his neck up and bit the rider's arm, drawing blood. One of the other men slid down from their steed, and sidled over. Luix twisted to see what this human was doing, when he felt a sharp sting in his rump. Slowly, he started to slump to the ground as the drug took effect. As he lay on the ground, fighting to stay awake, the last thing he saw was the men gathered round, ready to load him into the trailer that had drawn up. His freedom was being stolen away. Then, darkness...

[Lions]

Sorry withdrawing, after hours of staring, hes just not for me<3

[Verdana]

Owner: Verdana
Equid Name: Falcon
Equid age: Six years
Story:
The first shot shattered the air as if the wind were made of porcelain.

It was a warning shot, but it did its job well. The herd took flight, hooves drumming over the compact dirt and ancient rock. Their eyes rolled, their tails fanned behind them. In their midst ran a young cremello stallion. He had just reached adulthood, and was beginning to strut his stuff within the herd. All thoughts of superiority were gone, though, as he dashed, just as panicked as any of the other equids. He was tightly wedged into the group.

His herd jostled him in their panic. And then: Disaster. A rogue rump caught his flank. He was thrown off-balance. He skidded on some loose shale, and tumbled to the ground. He recovered fast, staggering to his hooves, but it was too late. His herd was disappearing out of sight. He neighed frantically, but no answer came. He was alone. With a gash on his knee, he looked for an escape. He did not have time to run. The strange-smelling aliens were advancing, and his herd had left without him.

When the humans rounded the bend, Falcon was ready for them.

The humans were puffing and out-of-breath, as were their tired horses. The air was thin, the atmosphere cold. However, there were three of them, and only one of Falcon. This only served to infuriate the stallion, who neighed a challenge to the eerie creatures. He stomped, he pranced, he postured proudly.

The horses were not impressed. The humans even less so.

The first thrown rope missed, brushing Falcon's back harmlessly. He reared, eyes rolling, and charged at the nearest rider. The horse spooked. The rider threw his lasso. This one looped neatly around Falcon's neck. He pulled away, panicked and furious, squealing and thrashing. The horse dug its hooves into the thin soil, but it had never come across the wiry determination of the Equids before. Falcon tugged, and tugged again. The saddle slipped sideways. The rider roared for help, a split second too late. The pommel snapped, the saddle released, bucking the rider onto the ground.

The next captor's noose joined that of the first one, slipping around Falcon's neck. Hurriedly, the third rider grabbed the loose rope. Still Falcon resisted. He pulled away, against the heavy bulk of the muscular horses on the other side of the rope. Falcon felt something on his leg. He kicked out, connected, but as the man fell, so did he. The rope attached to his leg pulled him down. He fell with a thud. The other riders were upon him in an instant, tying him tight, slipping a halter onto his still-thrashing head.

Falcon lay on the ground, sweat-drenched, his sides heaving. He was caught, and he hated it.

If it's too long, please tell me and I'll shorten it.

[canis,]

Owner: .:Canis Love:.
Equid Name: Romeo
Equid age: 3 years
Story:

The chirping of birds fills your ears. As does the scittering of little creatures on the floor. Suddenly, they silence, and in the distance, there is the thundering clop, clop of horse hooves. As the horse nears, you can see now. It is a rare and beautiful Wild Mountain Equid! It ran on, looking determined, eyes narrowed and focused ahead. And soon, you see why. Behind the handsome stallion, a band of normal horses carried the humans on their backs.

The stallion was built for this kind of thing. Running. He never did second-guess his direction, or his turns. He just went with it.

Pretty soon, the Wild Mountain Equid stallion came to a cliff. He skidded to a stop and looked down. It was a good 20 feet or so drop. The stallion was staring down still when they rode up. Surrounded, the stallion reared and bucked. He tried everything to break their forces, but nothing worked. The stallion had nothing else to do, so...

He jumped.

flying through the air gracefully, the Wild Mountain Equid shot down like a rocket. His life in the mountains had prepared him for this, and he landed evenly on all fours. Looking up, he could see a few humans shouting down at him. But to his horror, most of them took off towards a dirt trail the steeply descended into this valley he had gotten into.

So he runs once more.

Sooner than expected, he is back in a forest. But this one was different. Its trees bent their long and sturdy branches towards the ground. The stallion was scraped and brushed by their points and moss. The sounds of his pursuers neared, and he knew he must do something. But nothing came to his mind.

So he ran on.

The stallion stops at a wide lake. He wallowed into its shallows, then jumped back out. The water still had that winter freeze in its depths. The Wild Mountain Equid looks back and there they are. Bursting from the trees, the humans rode their horses. The stallion could do nothing.

So he ran. Right back to the forest.

The humans raise a silver thing into the air, and it shoots. The air all around shattered with the ring, and it echoed all around, from tree to tree. The stallion panics, and runs faster, harder. Soon, the stallion enters a field. All around, beautiful white flowers are blooming. The stallion hates to, but he must. Trampling the flowers and making them leak out their beauty, he thunders on.

The humans neared once more. Their shouts deafening to the stallion.

But the stallion still runs. And the humans still follow. If the stallion swerves left, so do the humans. The hoofprints of the normal horses overtake his. But the stallion still runs. As the humans swirl their ropes around their heads, somehow, it seems the stallion has sensed it. Quickening his pace, his muscles rippling under the dark cremello coat. The humans realize with astonishment what has happened. And soon, they realize that their horses are no match for the Wild Mountain Equid stallion. They gather together and whisper. And as one raises his hand and shouts, the stallion's eyes grow wide.

They were going to win. They were going to take him. But not without a fight.

The humans split, a few over there, a few over there. And one, with the biggest horse and the longest rope, runs alongside of the Wild Mountain Equid until he passes it. When he does, the stallion realizes to his despair that it is another Mountain Equid like himself! She was a beautiful dirty white mare. The stallion nickered, but she didn't stop. Once in front, the human gives a shout, and the others close in. Slowly, the stallion is surrounded, and soon, he feels the brushing of the other horses' flanks against his. They tighten the circle, and pull their horses to a stop.

The stallion is surrounded. They close in, tighter and tighter.

The stallion rears and bucks. He kicks most, and injurs many. But the head human does the unthinkable. He throws his rope around the stallions neck, and ties it to his Wild Mountain Equid mare's saddle. Then, the mare rears, sending the stallion splayed on the ground.

They have won.

The Wild Mountain Equid stallion is forced to stop, and as he does, ropes are throw, and they loop around his neck. One by one, they tighten and pull. Soon, the stallion is walking back with them, still surrounded. And as he looks over, the other Mountain Equid mare is walking, head down, and a tear rolling down her long and graceful snout.

And the stallion is taken. Taken from his home, from his family. But his new life will begin with light. It will begin with a good-hearted owner and a loving one at that.

[Chartreuse]

Owner: Chartreuse
Equid Name: Aslka
Equid age: 4 years
Story:

For centuries word had spread around a small valley of a creature never seen before, never heard and NEVER caught. The only hints that the creature leaves behind is a trail of dust. From time to time paw prints have been claimed to have been found buried in the sand. Folk tales even tell of a glimpse of neon pink fur and bright green eyes. But that's all myths. I mean, who doesn't know what they themselves look like? One thing for sure is that i am not the first and not the last! I don't even count! For i, Aslka, am pretty sure that i am a burnt dusty brown and in constant cover of mud. Yup, that's me! The mud boy!

Things began to change amongst the folk tales one morning however and i was about to know that the tales would change me too...

My herd are pretty unorginised. You would know that if you saw us. Unlike other herds of our breed, we mingle with the other wildlife, race each other acrss the clear sharp moors, and just... chat. There's no other word for it! We chat. Even i, an unexperienced 4 year old bachelor, chat to the elders. This is strictly forbidden in other herds that we have srossed.

This one morning was unlike any other i'd lived. I had just settled down underneath an overhanging tree branch on the side of the mountain that my herd were grazing on. The herd stood in bunches a few metres away, within easy reach and calling distance. Now, i have figured that the only problem with being an unorganised herd is that no one looks for danger. Yes, we have our senses, but i'm not known for sensing stuff, i'm not bright like some other nellie's i can mention (It would be rude to say their names so i shall keep them in secret, yes, you know who you are!). Because of this, i didn't see my herd scatter as the first rope landed inches away from my tree. I didn't see the rope as it whistled straight past my ear and landed on a nearby rock. But i did see the rope that landed on top of my rump and slid down onto my tail. In my blind panic i froze in utter terror.

Note to self: Never freeze in danger, RUN!

My eyes widened as i felt the rope snag in my tail. Oh no! The rope was well and trully tangled up into my uncut tail hairs. I flicked my ears in fear and called out in alarm. Looking back now i guess i was stupid to do what i did, i'm actually ashamed to say what i did! But i guess the story won't live on if i don't say anything. Ok, i guess it's safe to tell you that i didn't pick up a fight. I stood stock still and closed my eyes chanting 'If i can't see them they can't see me, if i can't see them they can't see me, if i can't see them they can't see me!' Go ahead, laugh! but believe me, for a while i actually thought it had worked! But no, sharp whistling sounds caught me by surprise as my senses came back to me, fully charged and alert. I hung my head and blinked open my eyes one by one. I was trapped. No where else to go.

I let myself be tugged along behind my captive's domestic horse. Checking my surroundngs around me i noticed a weary birght orange peel coloured mare to my right. She looked about 3 years old and pretty upset and tired. Either that, or she was cursing her stupidity. Probably both. Straining my head around to my right i leaned in and whickered a hello. the mare immediatly lifted her head up in fright and strained on the edge of her rope. Turning toards me she caught my gaze and held it for a full 3 seconds before we were torn apart by our captives. I can still remember those inquisitive eyes that bore into my skull, my heart beats at the very memory. Somehow i know her name, Monte Carlo, and i know deep within me that she knows me, Aslka. In the short moment that our eyes met i vowed silently that i would never leave her side...

I based the story on my other equid from you, Monte Carlo. Hope it's ok and not too long. Good luck everyone!

[Green Arrow]

Owner: Theron
Equid Name: Luix
Equid age: 3
Story: The young stallion frantically galloped across the plains, having been chased down from his mountain home by the group of men that were now on his heels. He let out a breathless whinny, pumping his slender legs. The men behind him started to circle their lassos, ready to sling the ropes round his neck. His flanks were flecked with sweat as he ran, desperate to keep his freedom. But the chase could not continue. Tiring, he was forced to slow, which allowed his pursuers to form a ring around him.

After a moment, several ropes were thrown over his neck, tightening enough so he could breathe but not escape. The male equid reared, his topaz eyes sparking with anger and fear. A man spurred his horse forward to stand near Luix. The stallion let out a sharp snort, prancing forwards to bite the horse's shoulder. Then he stretched his neck up and bit the rider's arm, drawing blood. One of the other men slid down from their steed, and sidled over. Luix twisted to see what this human was doing, when he felt a sharp sting in his rump. Slowly, he started to slump to the ground as the drug took effect. As he lay on the ground, fighting to stay awake, the last thing he saw was the men gathered round, ready to load him into the trailer that had drawn up. His freedom was being stolen away. Then, darkness...

(Started writing ages ago and got distracted. Any similarities to other stories are purely coincidental. Thanks.)

[west ,]

Owner: DesertOrchid
Equid Name: Durus [[means tough, strong, enduring in Latin]]
Equid age: seven years old. He is still a young stallion.
Story:
Seven years. Seven years the herd had lived in peace before they came.
Durus swished his long tail, the hairs brushing his flank like the gentle breeze rushing through the mountains that warm, summer's day. This is my home, he thought, and nothing can take me from here! The Equid stamped his hoof proudly on the ground. At that exact moment, he could here hooves thudding melodically on the ground. Durus twirled around.
Something was racing towards them.

Durus tossed his head and lay his ears flat on his head. It was another stallion. The creature galloped directly through the herd, his mane streaming along behind him. He was pure black. As black as night. Not a single marking but... Red? Red? No. No Equid Durus had ever known had any red markings.

He stared after him, the mares whinnied nervously. The stallion was coming back. He glided to a halt, he had no red markings. Something was tied around his neck. It was a red bandana. Durus snorted and approached the stallion, holding his tail high to show he was boss. ''Leave now!'' he commanded, tossing his head again and making himself as big as possible. ''No! You've got to go now!'' the stallion neighed, ''Their coming! Go!'' he turned and sped off. Durus looked both ways, not knowing what to do, so he raced after the other Equid.

Every mare and foal followed, Durus didn't know where the Black Equid was taking them, but he had no choise. They couldn't just stay there. The stallion had sounded so worried. Durus could feel his heart pounding. Suddenly, the stallion was gone. He has ran through a large arch in a cliff. Durus and the herd followed him, straight into the trap.

Durus whinnied, he was in a huge pen, but it was crowded full of mares and foals. His whole herd was trapped. In a seperate, smaller pen the black stallion was there. He had his nose in a bucket, a person taking the bandana from around his neck. He lifted his head from the bucket, his eyes full of sorrow when he saw them, ''I--i'm so sorry!'' he said, bowing his head sadly. Durus flattened his ears at him. You betrayed us. he thought. Durus could see more people, mounted on... Other Equids? No, these had long tails of hair and their manes did not carry on through their back. They were not Equids. One person called another over, they took out long ropes and twirled them about. they opened another door at the back of the pen. Equids began to filter through into the pen, no grass was in sight, just plain old dust that filled Durus' nostrills and made him cough. He followed the mares in, telling them to keep going, though, as he went through the metal arch, they turned another gate so quickly, he was pushed over into a seperate corral by himself. ''No!'' he called, but the mares had gone into the next pen. Durus was left by himself.

The people surrounded him, saying he looked strong and would be easy to adopt. They had stolen his herd! they had trained that horse to lead them into this trap! Durus was overcome with fury. He barged his side into a wall, making it clatter. All the people leapt out the way, yelling and swearing. He leapt high in the air, trying to jump the fence but it was too high. The metal wall were at least 2 meters high. He bucked and reared, kicking the gates with all the force left in him. A new person joined the others. He was armed with a long item. He lay it on the fence, aiming it straight at Durus. Durus found himself staring into two long barrels. His father had told him about these when he was but a young colt.

The man pulled the trigger. A sharp bang the weapon shot out a fluffy, pink dart. Durus pulled his hindquarters out the way literally just in time. The dart bounced off the wall and onto the floor. Durus stopped and sniffed cautiously at it, untill he heard another bang. It missed him narrowly. Durus bucked again as a human entered the ring. He snorted, staring the human menacingly in the eye. The man threw a rope, it landed squarely around Durus' neck. He pulled back, but the man had a firm grip. Durus surged forward, headbutting the man in the chest. He fell back on his back with an oof. Durus was sweating now. He felt a sharp pain run through his flank. A dart! A dart was sticking out of his side. Durus shook himself violently, the dart fell out, but the damage was done. He fell onto his front legs. I will never be beaten! he though, feeling an extra ounce of energy. He reared up, thrusting his front hooves into the wall, denting it slightly but not piercing it enought to get out. He snorted, his eyelids becoming heavy. Durus collapsed to the ground in a heap, ''Goo-o-od Boy.'' came a calm voice, and a hand was layed gently on his cheek as Durus fell into a dreamless sleep. I am defeated.

[BlueEyedKite]

Owner: BlueEyedKite
Equid Name: Reveur ("dreamer")
Equid age: 6 years
Story:

His nostrils quivered as a heavy exhale produced an icy cloud of fog. The beautiful stallion stood in an expanse of darkness where there was only shadowy silhouettes of his surroundings. His sensitive ears told him that there must be a high wall to his left because of the echo his hooves on the rocky soil made. The sound of a rock falling off and plummeting to his right meant that there had to be a ravine on his other side. The only way to travel was a small pathway that the Equid slowly made his way along.

Thoughts churned in his mind: Where was his herd? He didn't recognize an area with a cliff and a ravine. How did he get here? During his revelry, a sound--like claws scraping on rock, came from only 100 ft behind him. Reveur broke into a gallop immediately and was swallowed in by the darkness.

warm breath chilled in the air as the stallion panted, plowing his hooves into the ground as racing footsteps came from behind him. He gave a shrill cry and reared back on his hind-legs as lightning illuminated a rocky shelf jutting out in front of him. Reveur had to privet on his hooves and dart in another direction with the sound of the predator even closer. Lightning flashed again in the clouds above and suddenly he could see a crevice in the rock wall where maybe he could hide. With ears pressed back and his fanned tail used to steady him in such a breakneck pace--Reveur raced for the shelter with everything left in him.

pain dotted behind his eyes as a black shape overtook him and threw the stallion to the ground. He squealed and kicked out his legs as he felt claws prick into his wooly winter coat. In the darkness his teeth found a home in something soft and warm that gave a shrill cry as he bit down. He flung the creature with a toss of his strong neck only to have another body leap onto his exposed chest. As the lightning flashed, Reveur saw with his pale yellow eyes the feline face of a mountain cat.

Panic overtook him as he remembered a feared childhood memory. Of straying from the herd, of meeting those same wild eyes as a mountain cat sprung at his throat. His father had been there to save him but now he saw his fate sealed. He was alone, in the dark, with mountain cats stalking down the side of the rocky cliff in more numbers than anyone could count. He would die.

"Got this one, Paul! Crazy Equid walked right into our camp." a burly man called to another man that walked toward him.

Reveur was thrashing on the ground as ropes were looped around his neck, his jaw, his legs, and even his tail. Three men had to pull back on the ropes while another man used his weight to keep the stallion from being able to kick. Reveur's eyes were not on these men. No. His eyes were closed.

"How the heck did this beast not notice our camp?" the man, Paul, asked the burly man.

"Poor brute. He must have been sleep walking. His eyes were closed when I saw him stumble into camp. Good fortune for us."

"Yea good fortune... he'll fetch a high price at market. I wonder what he thinks he's fighting off?"

"Who knows," the burly man said as they watched Reveur open his eyes for the first time. "who knows."

[BlueEyedKite]

my story ended up longer than I wanted it to e.e should I try and revise it and write something shorter? I wouldn't want to hurt my chances x.x I honestly didn't mean to write so much.

[west ,]

Sorry, I couldnt shorten my story as I thought it was quite a good for me, but I made it into paragraphs so you can read it easier.