[canis,]

Owned by Kiwilady

Equid Name: Darkwater
Gender: Mare
Age: 27 years
Height: 14.3 hh

[Destrie]

Username:
horse_lover0726
Equid Name:
Sanders
Equid Age:
3
Story:
All her life, Sanders has grown up alone. She wandered around the mountains and explored the world for the first year or so of her life. Then she met a herd of mustangs. They looked similar to her, but completely different at the same time. They befriended her and let her into the close-knit family. After about a year or two, she was counted as one of their own and they protected her like family. Just before she turned three, a group of cougars attacked their herd. After a fierce battle, only a small number of the herd remained. Sanders searched for the leader and was shocked to find him on the ground. She knew he wouldn't live much longer, so she gathered the others and they all came up to here any last orders and his dying wish. He asked Sanders, with his dying breath, to be the new leader, and to protect the herd with her life, as he had. Sanders was shocked to be picked, since she was still young and was, by far, not the most wise, but eagerly agreed to her old mentor. A tear dripped from her eye as Toronto, the leader, closed his eyes for the final time. She looked to the small herd and nodded her head, taking a moment of silence to remember the fallen before leading her new followers away.

hope you like it...
EDIT: my story seems so small and bad after reading some of ones under it...
I just made mine short, sweet, and to the point, and i look below and see full 3-5 paragraph stories... make me feel like im a slacker... but i choose not to make it longer, to save you some reading time haha

[kangals]

Username: iluvcameronboyce
Equid Name: Aries
Equid Age: Yearling
Story: One hot summer day, just as the sun fell under the horizon, a herd of mustangs ran through the mist, freely and lively. A filly fell behind with a few other foals, too tired to keep up. They neighed, but it was too late. The herd was gone, disappeared into the mist. A young filly, around a year old, stopped her hoof. She was too tired to go on, but she knew she had too. The filly nudged the others to their hooves and then galloped through the mist and dark, hoping to be re-united with her herd. The others got too tired to keep going and fell back, losing the filly, but the filly ran with all her might until she found a few other horses. Aries gathered these horses and counted them. Five mares. She neighed in delight, she could make her own herd! The filly looked at the weak horses. They needed water badly. She ran ahead and sniffed the air. Water! Aries ran back to the mares and herded them to the water proudly. She had made her own herd and then saved them, even if she couldn't save the other foals.

[Shark-salad]

Username: Skittles
Equid Name: Mint
Equid Age: 1
Story: Mint was born into a herd of wild equids, she was an outgoing filly and always wandered away. Mint always wanted to be important, littles did she know that she would become important one day. Her herd was grazing one day when a stallion came and challenged there current leader. A fight broke out and all the mares watched with interest . It lasted for hours on end and seemed like it would never stop. Finally it stopped but with the worst ending possible, there leader was dead. Mint was sad that he had died, he was not only her leader, but her father too. Months past and Mint tried to stay away from the new leader as much as possible. One day Mint was grazing, when she heared her mother cry out in pain. Mint looked up and saw the leader biting her mother, of course Mint was feriouse and dove towards the stallion and bit him. The stalllion turned around and tried to kick her, but Mint was too fast and dove in to bite him again. This continued until the stallion was bleeding to death by all the bites. He fell to the ground and slowly faded away into the afterlife. Mint stared at his body. All the other equids praised her and wished her to be there new leader. Mint accepted the role and has protected them ever since.

[Verdana]

I just have to try for her *loves*

Username:

Verdana

Equid Name:

Amina

History of the name

Amina was a queen of Nigeria in the sixteenth century. She was a powerful military leader and helped her people to trade, defend themselves and thrive. I thought, as a female leader, Amina needed a suitable name to live up to.

Equid Age:

She is estimated to be between three and four years old.

Story:

Up in the mountains of North America, winter is always cold and harsh. Spring came as a great relief to a middling-sized herds of equids, nestled in a small valley, isolated and content. With spring came a trickle of births. Amina was born on a glorious, sunny day, brisk and wild, and to her wide, almost-blind eyes and searching nostrils, the world truly seemed a wonderful place.

In the year of Amina's birth, the rains were plentiful. The herds of equids grew fat. They also grew complacent. When winter hit, it was no harsher than it had ever been before. However, it took a heavy toll on the equids. They were soon stripped of their excess fat, and became lean and desperate. The foals, weak and needy, drained their mothers of much-needed fat. Amina's mother was not a selfish mare, but she was a first-time broodmare, and she found herself hungry and emaciated. Furthermore, with her chocolate-covered pelt, Amina stood out as easy prey in the snow.

Amina's mother did what she had to do. She chased her foal away.

Amina could not stay on the mountains. There was nothing for her. Picking on lichen, small bushes and anything else she could find, she trailed her way in search of food. She was soon scruffy and skeletal, but the single-minded need to survive, built into her species, kept her going.

Her search led her down the mountain and onto the plains below. There, the snow was less thick and the going less hazardous. She ate the dry, brittle grass and shrubs that she found, solely intent on staying nourished and alive.

Then she heard hooves.

She looked up, ecstatic, sure that she had found her family. She had not. In the distance, strange creatures were approaching. They were stocky, with short legs and manes only on their necks. Their tails were strangely short, their necks thick. They were menacing to the filly, who had seen no living things but other equids and the occasional enterprising bird in her lifetime. She was nonetheless enthralled and eagerly approached the odd animals.

The mustangs had never seen an equid, either. They got one whiff of her, turned around and ran.

Amina was undaunted, and took up pursuit, galloping as fast as her spindly legs could take her. And so began a strange game of tag. Amina would approach the mustangs, they would run, and she would follow. Slowly but surely, the mustangs ran less frantically and for less distance. After many weeks, the equid was reluctantly allowed to graze beside them, as long as she never got too close.

This suited her just fine. The mustangs provided protection for her, and she learnt from them. She would have continued in this way, had not the old lead mare died when Amina was about three years old. A young stallion took the old mare's place. He was proud and arrogant, and instantly took a dislike to Amina, a perceived intruder and a stranger amongst his herd. One hot day, as the herd drank from a brook and Amina inched to the bank, he stormed towards her, teeth flashing and hooves kicking, ready to chase her away.

Amina may have been small, but she had strong legs and was tough and resilient. Once over the initial shock, she defended herself valiantly. However, she was no match for a mustang, and would probably have lost, had her opponent not stumbled. His head dropped, and a wild kick from the mountain equid, aimed for the chest, met his poll instead. The bone cracked, and the stallion dropped to the ground, fatally wounded.

The mustangs were not sure what to make of this. They knew the rules of their herd, and by rights, Amina had won leadership over them. Amina was not sure what to do, either. The mustangs milled about in bewilderment, and when Amina followed they tried to follow her in turn. This caused the animals to move in wide, wild circles. Amina soon grew hungry, and weary of this chaos. Fed up, she turned around, and set off to find something to eat. Obediently, the mustangs followed.

And so Amina unwittingly became the leader of a herd of mustangs.

I hope that that's okay! I did it in a terrible rush, because my internet's about to go.

[DeathOfTheCentury.]

Username: FireCat66
Equid Name: Brownie
Equid Age: 4 years
Story: Brownie was born as a weakling and could hardly even walk when all the other Mountain Equids could. When she had finally began to walk without her parents help the other Equids were laughing at her, because she was already a two year old Equid.

When she was able to run like the others she was three years old. It was some-what embarressing. When she became four she was walking down to a watering hole and a whole herd of mustang followed her. They were lost and in need of water so they followed her and she lead them to were they needed to be. Now this Equid lives as a Mustang and forgot about her life as and Equid.

[Novallic]

Username: Tinebrook
Equid Name: Duststorm
Equid Age:3
Story: WIP

I snorted and layed back my ears, staring daggers at Quest. He paraded around the herd with such air-headed arragence that it made me sick. The rest just cowered when he came to them, showing "Respect." It was sad. The snake did not even have the heart to ask them how they were doing, or say something nice. He started trotting over to me. Bad idea, buddy. When he saw i was not about to do what the others were doing, He reared and whinned loudly. I have to say, it was sort of impressive. I leaned back a took a cautious step backwards, but that is all. I snorted at him, Still staring. "Your nothing but a mare. Why are you challenging me?" He said, taking small steps to me. I kept backing up, but i wanted to rush him. "Because. You are nothing but a coward, not worthy of leading this herd. you should go back to the pile of poop you came from, because that is all your gonna be seeing." I said, perking my ears when i heard an amused laugh coming from Actra. She came and stood by me, but i could sense she was as nervous and timid as ever.

[Queen Vivane]

Username: <3Fenris<3
Equid Name: BelBel
Equid Age: 3
Story:
I was a year old when both my mother and father were killed in a horrible accident. Thunder rang out across the land as lightning lit my world in brightness and heat "come BelBel we must run" my mother said, frantically nudging me to my hooves. We ran and ran my father keeping pace beside us as thunder echoed in our ears fire hot on our heels, I could feel the flames licking at my rear legs and pushed my small body to go faster. I whinnied in fright as burning tree slowly began to fall as if to land directly in my path, with a hard nudge one of parents shoved my clear of the tree. They weren't so lucky, the tree killed my mother instantly as it crushed her neck breaking it my father had to die slowly with his leg in constant pain from being stuck under the tree and his skin being burned by the fire.

"I will never forget either of you" I whispered as my heart broke, turning I galloped away hooves thudding against the slowly blackening earth. I don't know how I long I ran for but by the time the I got away from the forest my lungs and legs were on fire, I collapsed on the ground coughing hard as my world descended into darkness. "Hey wake up little one" a voice nattered in my ear teeth softly nipping my shoulders and legs, I groaned and opened my eyes slowly a dusty palomino mustang filly came into view. "Oh good your awake now think you can stand up?" she asked brightly, I wobbled to all fours and swayed slightly, she happily began to nudge me toward a small pool of water.

After drinking I looked at the filly "where are your herd?" I asked her, "not too far were only a small one" she said happily her golden coat marred by ash and burnt hair. "Okay lead the way" I muttered and walked along next to her, soon we came to the small herd she spoke and I was surprised to see no males at all. "You look funny" a small grey filly giggled at me, I blinked at her in response and shook myself my long tail waving jauntily as I did, a much older filly came up a month or so younger then me I gathered. "How old are you?" she asked softly "1 year" I replied and lent down to scratch an itch on my left foreleg "lead us" she said quietly. "What?" I asked stupidly not sure if I had her right " your the oldest so you lead us" she repeated a tad louder her grey coat glistening slightly in the sun. I nodded dumbly and accepted the comment.

I had lived with the herd for 2 years and constantly puzzled over why I looked different to every single horse in the herd, the horses didn't seem to mind and loved me all the same. "Alright everyone were almost there just a little while longer" I called brightly to my herd, that was when two leggers showed up, "what do you want with me?" I screamed furiously kicking and rearing my long tail thrashing wildly. They didn't understand me so my furious scream was mere horse talk to them. "Don't let hem take you" Mirya neighed frantically to me I felt my my pieced together heart break again, "i'll find you again someday" I neighed sadly as I the two leggers dragged me away bucking, rearing and kicking.

[Faint]

Username: Faint
Equid Name: - Still deciding -
Equid Age: 2 years
Story:
Do you know what makes a true steretypical leader?
Physical strength, a strong mind and a head full of wisdom
I lacked all of those traits yet I was able to win leadership over the mustangs
Strange? Weird?
Certainly but true
Let me tell you how it all started
...

WiP

[eternalglitch]

Username:

Wolves Run Free

Equid Name:

Aloa
(Ah-low-ah)

Equid Age:

Two to three years old

Story:

While some people know of us, know of our heritage and our lives, others do not. They think of us, the equids, as mere pack animals, just like horses in all but looks. Those people could not have been more wrong.
I whinnied eagerly at Sasha, daring her to try and race me to the valley at the bottom of the mountain. She snorted, tossing her head. The adults said not to, She said, her tail lashing.
But it will be fun! I doubt we will be eaten or break a leg, I nickered back.
Sasha shook her head, her spiky mane waving in the wind, and her black coat a startling contrast to the other equids. She eyed me, and I knew she was wondering why I loved doing taboo things. I rolled my ears, and flicked my ears at her. If she was going to act like a goat, let her have her way. I could have plenty of fun on my own.
I turned to go, and she snorted and pawed the ground. Aloa, don't. It is not worth it.
I turned and started sliding down the mountain, my hooves skittering across the rocks. I waved my tail in her face, and started to run because it was so steep to walk. And I could get back up there before the adults noticed and chastised me.
I had to admit, the more I thought about it, the more I thought that this was a bad idea. But I couldn't, wouldn't, go back to Sasha like a little scardy-bird. She would tell the other foals what I had snowed out of, and then my life would be over. I snorted angrily, aware of her eyes boring into my back. I focused on my hooves and counted my steps instead. I hated my dirty white color on my hooves, and it looked filthy against the yellow, dry grass. When I got to 782 steps, my hoof came down on flat ground, and the grass was pure green, and grew thicker and more.. more beautiful. I leaned down and took a small bite, grabbing more as I tasted the grass. This was amazing! Maybe it was worth coming down here after all.
I heard a faint bellow from one of the equids, and looked up. My herd stood, tiny dotes in the tall mountains. They seemed so far away. I sighed. Now I was in trouble. I was going to get Sasha for telling on me. I started to plod back, and my herd started to nicker at me in increasing alarm and fear. Did they worry about me falling? I wondered, hesitantly stopping. I saw a small black equid start towards me. Sasha. But another stood in front of her, and gently pulled her away. And in front of my amazed eyes, they turned and left.
Wait! I screamed, trying to sprint up to them, rocks shooting out from under my feet. I'm sorry! I am so sorry! I didn't mean to.. to... I shivered, and started to slide backwards. But the rocks wouldn't let me get a grip, and I fell on my side at the bottom of the mountains. Don't go!
I lay, stunned, in the grass I had been eating in delight. This was a cruel and unusual punishment, one that never happened. Until now. It doesn't seem like it would happen to you, and then it does, doesn't it? I muttered to myself. I stared at a bug inching its way up a grass stalk, and noticed it was slightly bouncing up and down. I glanced around and noticed all the other grass stalks joining this dance, bobbing up and down. I slowly got up, hearing for the first time the loud patter of hooves. My heart soared. My herd had come back for me! It was a joke!
I turned and looked up at the path I had come down from, but my herd wasn't there. And then I also noticed the hooves were hitting the ground a lot harder than any hooves of our kind could. We weighed to little and were to delicate. I turned the other way, away from the mountains, and heard faint whinnies and yelling noises. What could make those awful noises?
I didn't intend to find out.
I turned, and peeked at the mountain range. My clumsy scramble had destroyed the path I had used. It started too high for my reach. And if I started up and fell, the... creatures were sure to see me. I decided I could go up a different area and find my herd, so I shot off to the left, running parallel to the mountain range. I ran for a long time, but to my terror, they seemed to keep up with me. I cursed my small legs, wishing to be full grown so badly it hurt. I tried to go faster, but I was exhausted from my scramble up and down the mountains. I tripped, something I never did, and fell, summersaulting head over tail. I whimpered, and tried to get up, to run. But one of my legs gave way, and I snorted in pain. Glaciers, I hoped I hadn't broken it.
I glanced back and watched, as if in slow motion, the creatures get closer and closer. It was these things that looked like my kind, but they weren't. They had short ears and short manes that were limp. Their legs were thick, ad their tail so... so short. It was just the puff on ours. And they had creatures on their backs. Creatures that were two-legged and hairless. They had no tail, and were colored with grass on their body. And they were heading towards me.
I was forced to wait as they circled me, and started as the creatures on their backs tossed dried grass over my head. I tried to yank my head away, but it tightened and i snorted angrily. The pink beings dismounted and walked unsteadily towards me, touching my mane and flank. I bellowed at them, and they backed up. I forced myself to my three feet before falling again. This was the worst experience of my life.
The creatures that looked like us had large nostrils that widened as they leaned forward to sniff me before the things on their back pulled on more dried grass. I closed my eyes as another person dismounted, and, tired and scared, fell into an uneasy sleep.
I woke up stiff, and wondered fleetingly where I was. I tried to get up, but was unable to. My eyes flickered open, and I saw my body tied up in the grass, being pulled by the equid-like-creatures. I whinnied as my body hurt from being dragged across the ground, and snorted in pain as a huge rock was dragged under me. Once again my vision flickered and I fell back into the welcome blackness.
I woke up with a start. This time I was able to bolt to my feet, even though my leg throbbed painfully. The equid things were crowded around me. What do you want? Leave me alone! I shouted, not sure if they could understand me.
The creatures glanced at each other, and one stepped forward. What are you? You can't be a horse, you look to different. It snorted, his deep voice indicating it was a male.
I stared at him in surprise. You can understand me!
Why are you so surprised? We can understand deer, you aren't that different. He said.
Deer? I don't know what... I whined, eyeing them. Wait, whats a horse?
You really are clueless, aren't you? We are horses, and deer are horned, small horses. What, in the name of hay, are you?
I snorted. A mountain equid, of course!
Never heard of it.
I turned away from them and looked around. We were inside of what looked like stone, but smelled like flowers. It was in smooth, square patterns, and yellow grass was piled at my feet. The pink creatures were standing outside, wearing all blue and watching the area around them.
The horse was watching me. Those are humans, he said.
Why am I here? Why are you here? I said, hanging my head. I know I broke the rules but why did they take me away from my home? My herd? This isn't fair!
We are for the humans to ride to fight other humans. They think everything belongs to them, and wanted you and every horse around for their groups.
I flinched. Ride? Surely humans weigh to much! They would kill us!
The horse snorted. Actually they are only as heavy as a newborn foal. You should be fine.
Fine? FINE? A newborn foal once climbed on one of my kinds adults when it was sleeping. When it woke up, it was in pain and could not walk again! I shrieked.
Then you should try and pray they don't try to ride you. But I doubt it. And there is no escape. He said sadly.
How come? I said in surprise.
He turned away. There just isn't a way out.
I stared at him in surprise. This bold creature had not seemed so meek as to just give up. I glanced around. There had to be a way. I sat down in a corner and watched. As night fell, its wings enfolding the home of the humans, I had an idea. My eyes were burning from staring for so long, but I thought I knew how to escape. There was a gap under the opening area, too small for a horse but for a smaller equid foal... it might just work.
I stood on my thin legs, tiny compared to the horses. I walked over to the door, peeking around to make sure there were no humans watching. Then I awkwardly knelt and slid out of the prison.
I was free! I just had to... a soft whinny made me turn. Horse stood, his eyes hopeful, by the door. I hesitated, and then walked over and nudged the stone holder so it allowed the door to open.
And then we ran. We shot through the opening to the human hold, hearing their surprised shouts only when we were out in the fresh air. I didn't know where Horse was going with the others of his kind, but I followed. I had nowhere else to go now. My mountains were probably far from here.
Finally he stopped. And then he turned to me. I was the leader. But we owe you our freedom from those creatures, a feat thought impossible. He shook his head. I want you to join us. And when you are older and I leave this herd, to lead us. You have shown quick thinking and compassion, small one. And wisdom shall be yours in time. So will you...?
I stared at him in shock. My herd had left me, right when I needed them most. I would always feel like an outsider here, with my skinny legs and short body, but at the same time I felt, right now, like I had belonged here my entire life. Of course I will join you. Leading is a different matter, though. Oh, I added. And my name is Aloa.