[Tremayne]

Owner: mauichik.
Equid Name: Zabora
Equid Age: 4 years
Story: [This is written as if she is telling you a story or two, I guess. I just kinda wrote it. xD]
I am sitting alone on the top of the hill, watching my herd as they graze in the meadow below. Wow. That sounded kind of fancy, didn't it? Am I a fancy demon now? Ohhh that might scare some more equids. Oh. You might be wondering what I am talking about, Mr./Mrs. Mind Reader. Well, I guess I could tell you... No one really notices when I leave to come sit on this hill, seeing as no one really cares about me. Everyone sees me as some weird creature, not of their herd, because of my missing brindle. I hate it, seeing as many of them think of me as some demon that came from my mother's foul innards. I mean really?! Just because my mom was sick when she gave birth to me does not mean I am a demon. Goodness. It was just chance that I ended up popping into this world because I have no brindle. Back off. Sometimes I wonder how much stupider these equids can get.

Wanna know something funny?! Ha ha. Well, when I was younger, foals never wanted to play with me because their parents told them that I was a demon.I find this very funny, though, because if I remember right, I tortured those little dummies when they slept. I would creep up on them, watching them snore as they slept with each other. Oh goodness, I can't stop laughing. Hold on. Sorry. Ha ha ha ha. Wow. The equids in the meadow are staring at me because I am laughing. I guess they think some souls might come flying out of my mouth with my 'evil' laughter. Maybe they just might...in their nightmares. OH! Lemme finish what I was telling you. So, as the stupid little brindled foals were sleeping, dreaming wonderful thoughts the brindly foals thought of, I bit one of their ears. This resulted in the stupid little rat jumping straight up, and seeing me as the culprit, ran off blindly to find his mother, neighing and screaming the whole way. I would just sit there and laugh, while the other foals saw what had just happened. They would also do the same, as I jumped at them giving them my scariest faces, and making strange and awkward noises. Lemme tell ya, I did this almost every night.

Oh, the good ol' days. Those of which ended on the terrible moment they got old enough to realize that they are all stupid. I am pretty sure the one I would always bite the ear of thinks he is infected with some sort of disease. Ha. Dumb. He is the only one that still really runs away from me; everyone else just nonchalantly steps out of my way. But they are not nonchalant about it, seeing as I am not retarded enough to see that their attempt of nonchalant is really very non nonchalant. I would say chalant, but is that even a word? I don't really think so, but I guess I could use it instead.

Anyways, enough about my foal years. Nowadays, I just come sit on this hill and think about weird things. Really weird things. Just totally random things that pop in my mind, then I think for hours about that one thing at a time. What am I wondering about now, are you asking? Well I guess I am wondering about what I wonder about, and now you are confusing me with that dumb question of yours. Please stop confusing m-bunnies. Wow. Their cute little fuzzy tails, and the funny way they hop along through the grass. I chased one earlier this morning and tried to bite its little fuzzy wuzzy tail. Well, now everyone in the herd thinks I am a bunny-eating demon. Yay me. I have such a wonderful life. Let's just see how well they sleep tonight...

[Ralonica]

Owner: Ralonica
Equid Name: Saskia
Equid Age: 2 and a half years
Story:

Let me introduce you to Saskia. She's very serious, can has to follow the rules. She's always worried she will do something wrong, and always stretches herself to please other equids. She can't take a joke, and any sarcastic comment just bewilds her. Sometimes, she just needs to relax and take a break. Let me tell you a story about her.

It was summer, and it was warm. Very warm. And Saskia felt quite restless, with all the flies buzzing around. She wandered here and there, trying to find some cool place to rest. She was walking very carefully, racking her brains to try and remember the other herd's territory so she wouldn't get into trouble. She stepped daintily, but constant thoughts clouded her head. Worrying thoughts about her herd, the other herds, and the land around her. A small voice in her head, a tiny side of her that wanted to relax, told her it would be OK, but she still kept on wondering. She didn't notice much around her, until she heard the sound of water. Not fast, rushing water but water slowly flowing down a river. Her ears pricked up immediately - it was a hot day, and she needed to cool down.

Saskia soon reached the river, and stopped on the bank. Suddenly, she tensed, as she realised she recognised the place. It was part of the boundary of her herd's territory! She remembered being taken along that river when she was younger, being told that it was the edge of her herd's territory and not to cross it. As Saskia stared at the water, she quivered slightly. She had been told not to cross it. But the water looked so inviting, and she was already damp with sweat. Saskia slowly lowered her head to peer at the water, all her senses screaming at her not to. Then, seeing another equid staring back at her, she shied and skittered around causing a massive racket. Some birds took flight nearby, causing her to freak out even more. But the small voice in her head whispered something, and Saskia couldn't help but wonder.

Who did the river belong to? Who's territory was it on?

Saskia shook her head, trying to clear her mind, but the more she tried to stop thinking about it, the more she thought. And it was very confusing. She had always been told not to cross the river. If she just went into the water, that wouldn't be crossing it either? But the other herd wouldn't be very happy not having the river as part of their territory. Shouldn't she leave them to have it?

The day turned to dusk, and she was still wondering. Suddenly, an urgent thought popped up - her herd might be settling down for the night and not know where she was! As quick as she could, she sprung up and galloped off. But she still couldn't stop thinking about the river.

Summer passed, and she still hadn't figured it out. Eventually it was winter, and everything was frozen and cold. But still Saskia still returned to the river, wondering, thinking. And it always berwilded the other equids, who couldn't care less. And Saskia was still thinking about drinking from that river, even though it was too cold to have a swim.


**Just a note - in my opinion, this is 5 paragraphs, if you don't count the first one introducing you to her, or the one-line paragraph. I know it may be stretching things a little, but they are small paragraphs, and... well, let's just say that my creative juices were flowing.**

[the timey thing]

Owner: KearTheLear...
Equid Name: Haze
Equid Age: 3 years
Story: Haze was in her den, looking around with her eyes pilled. She wasn't going to let someone get her this time, no way. As she was about to stand, she slammed back down to see that they were back. The rare, non-brindled Equid slowly went to the hole in the back of her small den, slipping out. Her skinny legs wobbled and in a brisk moment, she fell down. The horse's face was in the dirt, but she quickly scrambled to her feet and ran. Of course, since the legs were skinny, she fell over and over and soon her white patches looked brown from the dirt.

As she raced along, she finally skidded to a halt. Her breathing was heavy and night was sprinkling over the sky. The stars shone bright as she slowly approached a deserted den, but stopped when she saw movement. The young fae was still, staring helplessly at the movement. It came near her and she screeched. A pale pink blush ran over her face as she realized it was just a mouse. Breathing even heavier, she scurried to her den trying to fall asleep.

Haze drifted into a deep slumber, the nightmares-- err dreams pouring threw her like a waterfall. She twitched, groaned, and worst of all, made enough noise to attract predators. As she woke up, it was midnight and she couldn't go back to sleep. All of the nightmares were attacking her and then, she screamed again. God, mouses must hate her! She groaned as she realized it was a mouse and slowly made her way from her den. Haze knew this was going to be one long night.

[Bast]

Owner: Bast
Equid Name: Clover
Equid Age: a young filly. About 3.
Equid Story: Clover had been born to a normal herd but they looked at her oddly. She wondered why and as she tried to stand, she would only fall again. The others wouldn't even bother for encouraging words. She laid there, confused as they walked on passed her. She kept trying to stand over and over. After the nightfall had fallen she laid her head down, tired and hungry. She looked at a small patch of greenery and studied it, soon spotting the four leaf clover amongst the weeds and grass blades. She tried to stand again, trying to reach it. Finally, after her fair number of tries, she stood on her own. She spotted her mother a few feet away, studying her every move. The young foal felt her moment to shine and one slow step at a time made her way over to it.

She smiled at the little clover and snatched it up, moving with wobbly steps toward the female that had conceived her. She stretched her neck and haded her the little petaled grass. A smile crossing both of their faces as she placed it in her foal's mane. The female nuzzled her, soon the whole herd coming about.

Throughout the years the herd had come to love the oddly colored equid let her help with the foals shed come to enjoy attending. She had brought a new kind of joy to them. A new kind of hope. Despite her occasional exploratory wanderings they had come to love her. Some secretly seeking her attention and soothing voice.

[the timey thing]

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Bast, please keep this in mind. c:

[Delilah Nightingale]

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Bast, please keep this in mind. c:

Dont mini-mod. Her post is complete and if there was something wrong with it Birch would have said.

[Solanum]

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Bast, please keep this in mind. c:

Dont mini-mod. Her post is complete and if there was something wrong with it Birch would have said.

The post wasn't complete when that was posted. You might want to get your facts straight before you speak ^^
Sorry to jump in, won't do it again.

[Poets of the Fall]

Good luck everyone!

Owner: Poets of the Fall
Equid Name:Tornado Warning(Tornado for short.)
Equid Age: 3
Story:Tornado Warning raced down the rocky mountain trail.She could here the humans following close behind.Suddenly Tornado stumbled when she stepped on a sharp rock.She rolled onto her side but as she scrambled to her feet the men and their horses surrounded her and threw ropes around her neck.Even when she reared and bucked the men still managed to keep her from getting away.Finally she stopped fighting.Sweat dripped of her back and shoulders.The men led him to town and sold her at an action.Tornado was shipped to a small barn in the country.A man was waiting in the barn when the men led Tornado in.He took the lead rope and the men climbed in the truck and drove off.Gently stroking Tornado's neck the man said,"Welcome to Shady Brook Farms.You've had a tough time,but everything is gonna be okay now.Good girl."Tornado snorted softly and lay down in her stall."Maybe things will be okay now."she thought happily as she ate her grain.Adjusting to her new life was difficult but her owner helped make it easier by keeping her in a somewhat rocky pasture.The horses in the connecting pastures where amusing and Tornado often watched them chase each other.One day,Tornado saw one of the horses trip and fall down.She unlatched the gate and trotted over to the young foal."Hello.I'm Tornado Warning."she said softly as she helped the colt to his feet."I'm Tumble.What are you?"he asked curiously and sniffed her shoulder then sprang back."I'm a Wild Mountain Equid."Tornado replied.Tumble lay down and kicked his feet up in the air."Cool.I'm a horse."he neighed.With an amused snort,Tornado replied,"I knew that."She turned and cantered back to her rocky pasture.Tumble scrambled to his feet quickly and followed her.Tornado smiled at her new friend happily and watched Tumble chase a butterfly across the pasture."Maybe life here isn't to bad."she thought then cantered over to Tumble.

[Bast]

Wish! Calm down there tigers! Enough snapping about my post! The story was left at WIP and she knew what she was telling me. If there was a problem with mini-moding my post then you should leave it to Brichwood to tell her. Let's breath here people and stop slamming for other peoples forms. Luck to all the forms!

[sodafarts]

Trying out <33 When does this end? Sorry if it was in an earlier post, I didn't see it :3