[Delilah Nightingale]

I loved this story. I like how you included you other mare in this as well. Since you own both mare and stallion now you can breed them together to get a foal that will have a combination of mutation and regular.

Username :: maluruloki
Name :: Felix Meallan ("lucky lightning")
Age :: 30 years
Gender :: Stallion
Story ::
It was the dead of night and it made me slightly less nervous to be sneaking around the outskirts of the facility when I heard no noise coming from within. The only thing that continually sparked my nerves was the sharp cry of a barn owl. I always felt that they sounded like something dying when their calls echoed across the countryside. It was hard to stay in the shadows with such a large full moon riding so high in the ebony sky, but I did my best as I searched for the ragged break in the fence. I found it after many strained minutes of breathless searching and as I stepped into the confines of the stable-yard, it was as if the building inhaled in shock at my illegal entry. Shaking off the feeling of being watched as best I could, I looked now for the nearest entrance into the hanger-like main building. No lights shone from within and therefore, no doors were outlined. I felt more and more relaxed as I slunk along within touching distance of the metallic sides of the building. I had dressed appropriately in blackest black, even going so far as to pad my boots and wrap a scarf around my face. I was going to rescue the Warriors being held in this building, even if they caught and arrested me. I had known about the existence of the horse-like Warriors of Dehoule for many years, but only about a month ago that my mother, the close comrade of the giant Warrior Viorica, had let on that there were other people who did not respect them. Not only did they disrespect them, but they chose to warp them into mutated monsters...shades of their original and beautiful forms. I wasn't sure what I would do with any mutations I found, but I knew that freedom awaited any Warrior I found.

It took me a while more to find a door and to my surprise, it wasn't padlocked in any way! It was also wooden, giving me the impression that it wasn't a door normally used to exit or enter the building, but to let out the Warriors into the paddocks for fresh air. At least they have the soul to allow them some semblance of freedom, I thought bitterly as I stepped into the building. The air inside wasn't at all what I had expected; it was warmer than outside and scented with smells of a barn. I had expected sterility and the metallic curl of chemicals to greet my nose. I waited longer still where I stood in the shadows to let my eyes adjust to the darker expanse before me. In the corner, beyond me at some unknown distance, my eyes gradually began to notice the faintest bluish light emanating from it. My curiosity got the best of me; perhaps it was the controls to the building's doors or light system? I got within a couple yards of it before realizing that the row of small bluish dots had an organic flow to their design and I froze in place as they began to move. It took me a moment to realize that the area of the floor here was covered by a layer of straw and it was only because a square of moonlight shone down. As the blue line of lights continued to undulate in the darkness, I couldn't find the power to move. I was too petrified. Other streaks of pale-blue light had appeared in the darkness near the line of dots. As I heard a quiet snuffling, I realized that this...thing...was organic and alive. Despite my intent to be brave, a whimper of fear escaped my throat as tears filled my eyes. It was then that the most magical thing happened: a voice seemed to slither into my head.
"Now what have we here? You're not a Lab-coat. You're wearing black. You're also pretty skinny..." Despite my trepidation, I sputtered in the silence.
"I'm not skinny!" My hoarse reply seemed to shatter the silence of the building and whatever the thing was snorted.
"Be quiet! Unless you want to get caught? I know that not all of your kind is sane in the head." If I didn't know any better, the whicker that sounded from the corner was akin to a laugh. It was blowing my mind and I could only squint harder to try and make out whatever this thing was standing there. As if it knew my intent, it stepped partially into the beam of moonlight. My breath was taken away. It was a Warrior of Dehoule, absolutely, but the phosphorescent lights were actually on its body! A thing line of them on each side began at its nostrils and threaded up to the eyes, curved across the creature's neck, continued down across its body and flank, finally to terminate mid-cannon bone at the back legs. Streaks of the same blue slashed through the inky mane, beard, and tail. There was even just the faintest glow from all four legs above the knees, as if an artist had air-brushed the Warrior's coat just along that area. I was breathless at the sight, but what really struck me was how beautifully liquid hazel the creature's eyes were. They seemed to twinkle at me with supernatural intelligence and again, that voice popped into my head.
"Yes, I'm a Warrior. What, not your normal Warrior, you say? Nonsense. I'm perfectly normal, I just come with a cherry on top." The voice, his voice, was so jovial and full of sunshine. He was the opposite of what I had expected and seemed to know that.
"Well...look, are there any others here?" I asked in a whisper.
"Not to my knowledge. I think they kept me because I'm such a fine specimen," he said, shaking his head. The moonlight glanced off his iron-hued horns. I couldn't help but smile. I had no idea that Warriors came with such huge egos. Although...now that I considered how Viorica acted with my mother some days...
"You're short for a Warrior," I whispered, wondering if they responded to teasing. It was true; his shoulder was only at my chin-level. He flicked back his ears and snorted, giving me the stink-eye.
"I still stand by my previous comment that you're a skinny human," he retorted. Shaking my head, I glanced back at the still-open doors to the paddock.
"Do you want out?" The Warrior's ears flipped forwards once more and he took a step towards me.
"Truly? As in, escape this place? Beyond the fence?" He sounded incredulous and I was still surprised despite my suspicion that he was entirely genetically created.
"Yes. Come live with us. My mother is friends with another Warrior, a mare named Viorica. I think she would like you. I think..." I added. Who knew with Viorica some days? The Warrior seemed to mull it over for a minute. He glanced around the building for a while before looking me dead in the eye.
"You promise that it's safe? I'll eat you otherwise," he added with a low grumbling-whicker. I couldn't wait to tell my mother that the genetically-enhanced Warriors still retained the primal instinct to mimic their predators.
"I promise. You'll be with me."
"Some promise... I bet one of the guard dogs could bite you in half," he muttered in my head.
"Guard dogs?" I breathed, eyes wide. I had seen no indication of any guardians up to this point.
"Oh yes. They're mean brutes, but they'd never touch me. In fact, I think one's coming around this way right now." It made my heart leap into my throat. I couldn't hear a thing coming. How did he know? "Quick, on my back!" I scrambled onto the Warrior's back without much thought and froze as I entangled my fingers in its mane to keep me on. It was true. A few seconds later, I could hear the sniffing of a searching canine. It passed briefly through the square of moonlight and what I saw would be forever branded into my nightmares. It wasn't worth describing. It paused, glancing up at the Warrior, and its eyes glowed in the moonlight as blood-red gems. The Warrior snorted, dismissing the creature, and it moved on, eventually out into the courtyard. Tracking my steps, it appeared. "I knew it. They're blind after all!" He sounded elated and I barely stifled the squeak of surprise as he began walking towards the open door. We made it out into the paddock and it appeared to my eyes that the momentarily-blinding moonlight made his blue markings glow brighter. He was a beautiful nocturnal piece of artwork. "I assume you got in through the break in the fence?" I nodded, not trusting my voice still. "At least the idiot Lab-coats haven't moved those crates. Hold on, we're getting out!" All of the sudden, the cool air was whipping into my face as he took a running start at a pile of partially-demolished wooden crates leaning up against the fence. I heard the guard dogs bell out in surprise, but they were too late. A few hollow clatters and a breathless leap later, we were landing on the other side of the fence. The Warrior stallion flew like the night wind across the grassy knolls, headed towards the forest - and freedom.

I wish things were more exciting past this point, but I think Felix Meallan would agree with me that this fateful night had been exciting enough for the both of us. I was reprimanded most angrily by my parents for such an act of illegality, but they quickly fell in love with Felix and his spunky wit. Even proud Viorica, with her moodiness and inherent dislike of the genetically-enhanced Warrior, eventually came to like him. He seemed to win everyone over. For many months, he had to hide to avoid the searching scientists, but they gave up after a time, deeming him lost to a wild predator. If only they knew how happy he was now living with us. I guess that's how he got his name, Felix. Well, that and how quickly he runs with Meallan. Some days, his smart-alecky behavior makes me threaten to take him back, but he knows I'm not serious. He'll be with us for as long as we live.

[koi97]

Username ::-Ghost-
Name ::dark
Age ::20
Gender :: Stallion
Story :: i sat there and then i feel this breath on my head. i slowly turn around to see this horse. he was lovely. he smiled at him and filped his main. he jumped around and i giggled."you are a cool i mean greate horse" i said to him watching him play.
he stoped and looked at me. his eyes glowing then he ran at me i ran out of the way only to be nocked down and sniffed by the horse. he ruffled my hair and watched me get up. i sat there watching him. he had a punky personilty like me. i smiled at the thought of having him as my own.

can i have him please

[maluruloki]

Username :: maluruloki
Name :: Felix Meallan ("lucky lightning")
Age :: 30 years
Gender :: Stallion
Story ::
It was the dead of night and it made me slightly less nervous to be sneaking around the outskirts of the facility when I heard no noise coming from within. The only thing that continually sparked my nerves was the sharp cry of a barn owl. I always felt that they sounded like something dying when their calls echoed across the countryside. It was hard to stay in the shadows with such a large full moon riding so high in the ebony sky, but I did my best as I searched for the ragged break in the fence. I found it after many strained minutes of breathless searching and as I stepped into the confines of the stable-yard, it was as if the building inhaled in shock at my illegal entry. Shaking off the feeling of being watched as best I could, I looked now for the nearest entrance into the hanger-like main building. No lights shone from within and therefore, no doors were outlined. I felt more and more relaxed as I slunk along within touching distance of the metallic sides of the building. I had dressed appropriately in blackest black, even going so far as to pad my boots and wrap a scarf around my face. I was going to rescue the Warriors being held in this building, even if they caught and arrested me. I had known about the existence of the horse-like Warriors of Dehoule for many years, but only about a month ago that my mother, the close comrade of the giant Warrior Viorica, had let on that there were other people who did not respect them. Not only did they disrespect them, but they chose to warp them into mutated monsters...shades of their original and beautiful forms. I wasn't sure what I would do with any mutations I found, but I knew that freedom awaited any Warrior I found.

It took me a while more to find a door and to my surprise, it wasn't padlocked in any way! It was also wooden, giving me the impression that it wasn't a door normally used to exit or enter the building, but to let out the Warriors into the paddocks for fresh air. At least they have the soul to allow them some semblance of freedom, I thought bitterly as I stepped into the building. The air inside wasn't at all what I had expected; it was warmer than outside and scented with smells of a barn. I had expected sterility and the metallic curl of chemicals to greet my nose. I waited longer still where I stood in the shadows to let my eyes adjust to the darker expanse before me. In the corner, beyond me at some unknown distance, my eyes gradually began to notice the faintest bluish light emanating from it. My curiosity got the best of me; perhaps it was the controls to the building's doors or light system? I got within a couple yards of it before realizing that the row of small bluish dots had an organic flow to their design and I froze in place as they began to move. It took me a moment to realize that the area of the floor here was covered by a layer of straw and it was only because a square of moonlight shone down. As the blue line of lights continued to undulate in the darkness, I couldn't find the power to move. I was too petrified. Other streaks of pale-blue light had appeared in the darkness near the line of dots. As I heard a quiet snuffling, I realized that this...thing...was organic and alive. Despite my intent to be brave, a whimper of fear escaped my throat as tears filled my eyes. It was then that the most magical thing happened: a voice seemed to slither into my head.
"Now what have we here? You're not a Lab-coat. You're wearing black. You're also pretty skinny..." Despite my trepidation, I sputtered in the silence.
"I'm not skinny!" My hoarse reply seemed to shatter the silence of the building and whatever the thing was snorted.
"Be quiet! Unless you want to get caught? I know that not all of your kind is sane in the head." If I didn't know any better, the whicker that sounded from the corner was akin to a laugh. It was blowing my mind and I could only squint harder to try and make out whatever this thing was standing there. As if it knew my intent, it stepped partially into the beam of moonlight. My breath was taken away. It was a Warrior of Dehoule, absolutely, but the phosphorescent lights were actually on its body! A thing line of them on each side began at its nostrils and threaded up to the eyes, curved across the creature's neck, continued down across its body and flank, finally to terminate mid-cannon bone at the back legs. Streaks of the same blue slashed through the inky mane, beard, and tail. There was even just the faintest glow from all four legs above the knees, as if an artist had air-brushed the Warrior's coat just along that area. I was breathless at the sight, but what really struck me was how beautifully liquid hazel the creature's eyes were. They seemed to twinkle at me with supernatural intelligence and again, that voice popped into my head.
"Yes, I'm a Warrior. What, not your normal Warrior, you say? Nonsense. I'm perfectly normal, I just come with a cherry on top." The voice, his voice, was so jovial and full of sunshine. He was the opposite of what I had expected and seemed to know that.
"Well...look, are there any others here?" I asked in a whisper.
"Not to my knowledge. I think they kept me because I'm such a fine specimen," he said, shaking his head. The moonlight glanced off his iron-hued horns. I couldn't help but smile. I had no idea that Warriors came with such huge egos. Although...now that I considered how Viorica acted with my mother some days...
"You're short for a Warrior," I whispered, wondering if they responded to teasing. It was true; his shoulder was only at my chin-level. He flicked back his ears and snorted, giving me the stink-eye.
"I still stand by my previous comment that you're a skinny human," he retorted. Shaking my head, I glanced back at the still-open doors to the paddock.
"Do you want out?" The Warrior's ears flipped forwards once more and he took a step towards me.
"Truly? As in, escape this place? Beyond the fence?" He sounded incredulous and I was still surprised despite my suspicion that he was entirely genetically created.
"Yes. Come live with us. My mother is friends with another Warrior, a mare named Viorica. I think she would like you. I think..." I added. Who knew with Viorica some days? The Warrior seemed to mull it over for a minute. He glanced around the building for a while before looking me dead in the eye.
"You promise that it's safe? I'll eat you otherwise," he added with a low grumbling-whicker. I couldn't wait to tell my mother that the genetically-enhanced Warriors still retained the primal instinct to mimic their predators.
"I promise. You'll be with me."
"Some promise... I bet one of the guard dogs could bite you in half," he muttered in my head.
"Guard dogs?" I breathed, eyes wide. I had seen no indication of any guardians up to this point.
"Oh yes. They're mean brutes, but they'd never touch me. In fact, I think one's coming around this way right now." It made my heart leap into my throat. I couldn't hear a thing coming. How did he know? "Quick, on my back!" I scrambled onto the Warrior's back without much thought and froze as I entangled my fingers in its mane to keep me on. It was true. A few seconds later, I could hear the sniffing of a searching canine. It passed briefly through the square of moonlight and what I saw would be forever branded into my nightmares. It wasn't worth describing. It paused, glancing up at the Warrior, and its eyes glowed in the moonlight as blood-red gems. The Warrior snorted, dismissing the creature, and it moved on, eventually out into the courtyard. Tracking my steps, it appeared. "I knew it. They're blind after all!" He sounded elated and I barely stifled the squeak of surprise as he began walking towards the open door. We made it out into the paddock and it appeared to my eyes that the momentarily-blinding moonlight made his blue markings glow brighter. He was a beautiful nocturnal piece of artwork. "I assume you got in through the break in the fence?" I nodded, not trusting my voice still. "At least the idiot Lab-coats haven't moved those crates. Hold on, we're getting out!" All of the sudden, the cool air was whipping into my face as he took a running start at a pile of partially-demolished wooden crates leaning up against the fence. I heard the guard dogs bell out in surprise, but they were too late. A few hollow clatters and a breathless leap later, we were landing on the other side of the fence. The Warrior stallion flew like the night wind across the grassy knolls, headed towards the forest - and freedom.

I wish things were more exciting past this point, but I think Felix Meallan would agree with me that this fateful night had been exciting enough for the both of us. I was reprimanded most angrily by my parents for such an act of illegality, but they quickly fell in love with Felix and his spunky wit. Even proud Viorica, with her moodiness and inherent dislike of the genetically-enhanced Warrior, eventually came to like him. He seemed to win everyone over. For many months, he had to hide to avoid the searching scientists, but they gave up after a time, deeming him lost to a wild predator. If only they knew how happy he was now living with us. I guess that's how he got his name, Felix. Well, that and how quickly he runs with Meallan. Some days, his smart-alecky behavior makes me threaten to take him back, but he knows I'm not serious. He'll be with us for as long as we live.

Note: edited for punctuation because bad grammar drives me NUTS.

[maluruloki]

If I may ask: are the circular marking on his sides phosphorescent? Do they emit any natural light or are they just markings?

[Delilah Nightingale]

Yes they do admit a glow of sorts in low light. They glow brighter under a full and new moon.

[koi97]

what do you hink of my story

[Wolf's Spirit]

I'll prob. have to apply for this pretty boy. I'll come up with a form later.

[maluruloki]

I'm still honored that you love my stories. It's very humbling and I also have a VERY good time writing them! And here I was going to go write a poem for the lovely buckskin stallion you just put up.

...are we allowed to have more than two Warriors?

Also, are you going to be the artist who designs the foals from a breeding?

[Delilah Nightingale]

You can own up to four and I will be creating the colored in version. It will bea mixture between the parents.

[maluruloki]

Sweetness! Poem time.

Also, please let me know when you will have time to create a foal. I don't want to demand it right off the bat since you're already busy adopting out other Warriors. I assume this foal will count as one of my four in total?