[.infinite.]

Username: .: Country Strong :.
Equid's name: Όνειρο (Dream in Greek.)
Short story: WIP

[flyteck]

Username: flyteck

Equid's name: Jendeari, meaning "rodeo" in Basque. She reminds me of a hereford cow, but in a more graceful form.

Short story: I trod along after my herd, feet dragging. I was bored of moving, and I was getting hungry. As the sun started to slide down the horizon, I took my chance to slip away, just for a snack. I soon found a suitable patch of grass, but on the far side of the mountain. As I looked at the sunset, I noticed the silhouettes of some large, bulky animals. Some had large horns, others had none. Intrigued, I ambled down the slopes and approached them. As I got closer, the smell hit me. I wrinkled my nose. At least my sense of smell wasn't too strong, this would have been torture. I heard low "mooooooo"s and grunts coming from the animals, which ranged from 3 feet high all the way to 5 feet at the head. I let out a low nicker, and the largest of the herd looked at me. Even in the moonlight, I could make out his round brown eye spots, much like my own. "H-hello, my name Is Jendeari, call me Jen" I nickered softly. The animal let out a guttural "mooooouuuuuu" in response. Puzzled by the animal's lack of speech, but curious none the less, I curled up in the long grass. I wanted to see these creatures in day light.

At dawn, I noticed the animals standing to their feet and beginning to graze. The grass here was too short and dirty for me, but I was still curious. About 30 feet away, I could make out the back of a sign. I trotted over to it to see what it said. The sign read "Hereford Cattle Farms". So these animals were called Hereford Cattle? Interesting. I turned around to see the cattles running away, in a huge stampede. I thundered up behind them, trying to avoid being crushed by the massive herbivores. I heard whistes and barks behind me, and turned to see a odd coyote chasing the herd. "Why don't they just step on it?" I thought, looking at the tiny canine. I whirled on my haunches and stormed at the dog, overriding my instincts with pure courage. The coyote faltered, and then turned the other way. A human was shouting angrily, but I ignored him. Soon, my hooves had thrashed the small coyote, and it lay in place whining. But the man had lifted a gun, and had it pointed at my head. I went up the hills, as fast I could. I stumbled up the cliffs and perched, looking down at the man, who had his hand to his head, searching for me. The cows were now inspecting the weakened coyote, which seemed rather afraid now. I heard a soft whinny behind me, and spotted the leader of my herd. I lowered my head and plodded back up to her, knowing I would receive a firm scolding for this stunt of mine. But I couldn't help wonder about what I had in common with those cattle.

Done, may tweak <3

[KaiKenNatsuki]

Username:

KaiKenNatsuki

Equid's name:

Alev

Meaning "flame" in turkish (found here)

Short story:

Working on it ^u^

WIP.

Since the very beginning I stalk these guys and for the first time I think I found the one for me I'm so happy! I wish everybody good luck, i'll be trying my best here <3

[Chrissy]

Username: Equius
Equid's name: Fresca (Called Fifteen by all but her mother)
Short story:
((This is going to be the last story in her lifetime. I like making stories on my characters on how they progress through life but there is always a rare occurrence where I start with the end rather than the beginning. Very, very morbid, but also flourishes with personality in my opinion.))

They told her she would not live past fifteen. Too reckless, too dangerous. And most of all, just too naive. Her innocence, they claimed, would be the death of her.
Fresca, nicknamed Fifteen, had proved them all wrong by living well past her fifteenth year. Sure, it wasn't the best years the herd had seen (for she often managed to ruin things; clumsy girl!) but it was not the worst years they knew of.
Fifteen had happily been occupied her whole life proving her companions wrong. And on the day of her sixteenth year alive, she woke up with a worried thought.
I have been working so hard proving these others wrong. I have lived past fifteen. But now... Now what?
Her mother had passed away, her father never in her life. No Equid she had ever met caught her fancy. What would she to do now?
If there is something I want you to remember, Fresca, it is to know that I will always guide you.
Her mother was always there for her and always said she would help.
But where was she now? Fifteen closed her beautiful eyes and concentrated. She needed help figuring out what to do with her life.
When she opened her green eyes, she was face to face with a blue butterfly.
It was the same color as her mothers eyes. Fifteen took this as a sign from the heavens.
She stood to her four legs, watching the tiny insect flutter away.
Follow me...
The Equid followed this tiny rarity, confused yet confident that it would lead her to the answer.
The herd watched her leave, and one called out to her. "Watch out!"
But she did not hear. She followed blindly, leaving the herd and breaking into a sprint to keep up with the butterfly.
Fifteen followed the butterfly the whole day without pausing for even a moment.
It was pitch black outside, and Fifteen could hear only the cry of the wind through the grass she ran on. She was blinded by everything but this butterfly. It had started to glow, shimmering as it raced on.
It was her wild imagination that she saw, not a real butterfly. Fifteen, however, did not know this. She followed blindly, desperate for the answer to her life.
In her desperation, the young mare had not noticed the cliff until she fell.
She tumbled down this perilous cliff, the jagged rocks claiming her life with ease. Fifteen was Sixteen when she fell. Fifteen, now Sixteen, felt nothing when she died. Her heart had been filled with too much desperation and hope for her to realize that she was gone.
Fifteen, now Sixteen, stood up from the fall. Her eyes lowered to see two things.
A lifeless copy of herself.
And a beautiful blue butterfly sitting on her still nose.
WIP!

[Tiikeria]

Username: Tiikeria
Equid's name: WIP
Short story: WIP

[Lainalou]

Username: Lainalou
Equid's name: Alcyone (al-sigh-uh-nee)
Short story:
The maiden was a beauty to be sure. With eyes of jade, skin of porcelain, and hair of the brightest copper flames. Many of the Gods of the realm admired her beauty. She was tall and slender and her personality outshone even the sun. There was not a day that went by that Alcyone was not smiling and cheerful.
And when Ceyx came into the picture she smiled even more again.
Their love was the truest of loves and the Gods looked down on them kindly, admiring both their physical beauty and the strength of their love.
So it was that the couple lived together in a cabin at the base of a tall mountain. For years they lived in contentment until the year that a long drought came to the land.
Alcyone and Ceyx pleaded to the Gods for water and so it was that a God came forth to help the couple.
However, this God was in fact no help at all, for it was the Trickster in disguise. He was jealous of the couple with their love and beauty. So he took it upon himself to play a trick on Ceyx.
“Go to the top of the mountain and there you will find an eternal spring. Fill a cask with water from this spring and bring it home to your wife. I can promise the cask will always stay full and never run out even if you were to pour for years.”
Enticed by the Trickster, Ceyx rushed to climb the mountain, ignoring the pleas of Alcyone who deemed it too dangerous a task.
Heed her though he should have, for as he climbed the mountain the Hermit god who lived atop it looked down angrily at Ceyx who was trespassing on his mountain. It was then that the Hermit called forth a strong wind which caught Ceyx and sent him down the mountain and to his death.
That night he appeared to Alcyone in a dream, where he sadly informed her of his demise.
Alcyone was mad with grief and so climbed the mountain to shout her upset to the Gods. She shouted at the Hermit for killing her husband and shouted at the Trickster for playing his tricks and with that she cast herself off the mountain to join her love in death.
The Gods were very sad for the couple and their tears brought rain to the land for ten days and ten nights. On the eleventh day the Mother, goddess of love, mercy and life, picked up the broken bodies of the two lovers and transformed them into equids.
The Hermit, who had felt bad for killing Ceyx, allowed the equids to live on his mountains where they would always find shelter, food, and water.
The Trickster, who had felt bad for causing such a tragedy, granted the equids speed and agility to match his own so that they might escape anyone else who wished them harm.
And so it was, that a tall and slender foal born atop a mountain, with eyes of jade and coat of porcelain and copper flames would be named Alcyone after the mare in the legend.

[Birchwood Hollow]

Username: Birchwood Hollow
Equid's name: Panda
Short story:
Panda has never seen the open plains ever in her life. She was born and raised in a stable full of horses. When she was a foal, a human mother came and nursed her with what little information she knew about WME's. After the human mothers baby turned 7, she gave the equid filly to her daughter to raise and name. The little girl named her Panda because her face looked like a panda, and began to halter train her new beloved friend. Panda was very head shy, not being able to see what was on her head and dragged around; but after time, she began to accept the halter, and even ran from the little girl like playing chase! After a year passed, Panda turned 2 and it snowed hard. The blizzard kept the humans inside, because their door was frozen and packed in with snow. Panda, whoever was stuck inside the stable.Alone. All the horses, they were sold, so all Panda had was a giant cold bean bag to lay on, hoping the next morning she could see the sun and her little girls face again. But, that didn't happen. The blizzard roared through and the wind screamed against the house and stable, making it creak and moan, as if the boards were about to give way. For the last minute, Panda freaked. She reared, she kicked, she neighed like never before. She was terrified! Where was her little girl? Why has there been nobody to get her? 2 days later, the sun was shining, and melting the snow, and the humans were at work shoveling away the white fluff and ice covered roads. When Panda couldn't take it anymore, the human mother appeared and haltered her and clasped the lead rope onto the halter, and dragged her out of the stable. Panda was relieved as the little girl came and hugged her tightly. Nickering, she lowered her head as if to hug her back. Panda felt safe once more.
Another year passed by and Panda turned 3. shes gotton too big for the little stable, and again as little as the human mother knew about WME's she didn't know how much bigger or taller she would get, and she decided it was time to move her to a bigger place. A place, she could see her natural habitat, and possibly make friends of her own kind. The human mother wanted to release Panda into the wild, but she had no idea if Panda would survive, so while the little girl was outside with Panda playing with a giant ball, she picked up the phone and dialed the closest zoo. The zoo manager said they could take her, and give the family free access to see Panda whenever they wanted.
And that's how Panda got to be living in the zoo. The little girl visited her once a week, feeding her carrots and brushing her until her coat shined. Panda did get lonely, but not for long because for every day, without her little girl, made her cherish that one day every week a little more.

[sodafarts]

Username: ~Just.Peachy~
Equid's name: Sienna
Short story:

WIP

[Flowerdust]

Username: Flowerdust
Equid's name: Asacia or Sia for short
Short story:

[huskyhiccups]

Username: JustABadDream
Equid's name: Flamarada (Means Flare in Catalan :3)
Short story: A long time ago, there was a group of horses. A group of 4, along with Flamarada. All of the others had coats of browns or gold/yellows, but Flamarada was different.. And she knew it, too. The group made fun of her, because of her red coat. So one night, she desided to travel far across the land in search of a caring owner. She searched pretty much everywhere. Until, she found a sweet owner, looking for some creatures that looked somewhat like horses (WME's). She took her in and cared for Flamarada. Who now lives happily, on a large ranch, with one other WME; Ashes.
(x_x Ran out of ideas :C! I hope it's good enough xD)