[Neara]

he's actually Famine Xp

[Photographic]

Your Name: Photographic
Horses Name: Libra (Libra is Italian for Scales, named so after the scales he is said to carry)
Height: 17h
Gender: Stallion
Story
It closes in, gets closer; and closer. It's like an actual force, it's choking and maddening. I feel claustrophobic, like the world is slowly crashing down on me, I can feel it pressing in more each day - I feel it getting worse. More and more each day; people so close to death, but still caught in my relentless grip. Still choking on air; wishing that it would nourish their starving body's. As they starve, go hungry - I become strong from their moans of painful hunger. How disgusting. I am Libra, I am the force that commands hunger and desolation, I am the one who holds people at their braking point. Fear me not, for I suffer too; from the suffocation of hunger and greed. I live, so that others may have a chance, I suffer so you do not have to; I bear the burden of starvation; to those who live, and those who die. It is something passed down through my family, symbolized by my coat patterns and unique ability's. Only when the world has healed will I be able to pass on; until then, I guard the suffering ones, passing them on to the next life to ease their sufferings.

((OK, so I completely failed at this XD. I was trying to go for Libra giving sort of a monologue kind of thing; and I was hoping to show you his past by having him tell you about it in a third person sort of way. I probable just confused you :P, oh well, hopefully you understand XD))

[Kaylawolf]

Your Name: Kaylawolf
Horses Name: Azrael (Is also called Famine.)
Height: 17h
Gender: Stallion
Story
Legend has it, when the large black stallion known as Azrael comes around your herd you are in for a tough season, because some think he is the reincarnation of Famine the horseman and that drought and starvation fallow this Desert Appaloosa Mustang. Azrael is normally seen rogue, alone, but occasionally he is seen with the other horsemen. None of the other DAMs had gotten to know Azrael, or if they did they were not seen again. Some say that Azrael has no parents, but others say that he had killed his parents when he was a young foal with famine. Parents of mischievous foal tell them about Azrael, though they call him Famine, to scare them into behaving. They say that Azrael will come to the mischievous foal and be struck with famine; unable to eat or drink until they perish.

(I thought it would be interesting to write a legend about this DAM, so I hope that's ok. Like most legends, there is little truth to it.)

[Novie Kenari]

Your Name:
distant planet

Horses Name:
Phantom or Reaper

Height: 17h

Gender: Stallion
Story

You may know them as the hell raisers. Devils if you will, minus the pointy tail and wicked horns.
They were 2 in the beginning. until the last 4 members of the herd came along to complete them as 6.
Conquest, War, Famine, and death. The first two were labeled as the misfits, for they never really told their true identity.
They 6 were cold blooded killers, who made the world red, and dead.
After 100 years of their reign of terror was over, and they were long gone, 4 more rose from the mist. a new Apocalypse to be thought. Their look was quite different, but yet still the same as the old. They were believed to be the 6th generation from the originals, But you know that number six. Evil written all over it. They were come to be known as Thantos(death), Areis (war) Noticus Mengun (conquest) and alas, Reaper. Reaper was different from the others, Quiet, Stealth, and very dark in his way of thinking. But as we reel into the presence, He took on a very different figure. A scarred outcast With a wicked smile, though very stealth and dark he remained, He grew charming, and cunning. Perhaps the the new mistfit to start up the first riot, though you will never know unless you could get past those grim looking eyes.

The morning sun was rising in
the dark mist that loomed over
the bay water and throughout
the moorlands. Visibility
wise, may as well have been
blind. The sand was like
snow, crunching as each hoof
hit the ground making the rhythmic
sound of a gallop amplified. It almost
would seem relaxing, but the feeling
of the area was really quite the opposite.
Evil. Like invisible eyes following you,
hissing as you passed by.

[BlueEyedKite]

sometimes when I want to see something beautiful on the oekaki I come and stare at him .__. he may be just black but there is a lot to stare at. Especially that blanket. That one is a time consumer.

[wildly-unaware]

Your Name: wildhrse027
Horses Name: Kimoa
Height: 17h
Gender: Stallion
Story
Do people really dread my name that much as to hide from me? Will I be alone forever? I don't know what I am, or who I am to be more exact. What am I?
Kimoa cantered across the desert, serching for a new oasis. I had been a two days since he had last ate or drank anything. He felt weak, helpless, forgotten. He stopped and stared into the distance, a heat wave just blocking his view any further. He let out a large sigh. Where was he now? He trotted further, soon he saw that he was coming close to a large drop down. He stopped at the top and looked over. An oasis lay at the bottom! Finally!, he thought. He took a step forward and then stopped. Will they accept me? He held his head low, Well if they don't then I will just stop for some food and a drink the move on.. He started walking carefully down. He stopped before he entered the small oasis. He looked about at all the sweet faces that ran about in there. "Hello?" A voice from behind said. Kimoa jumped and flew around, "O-oh hello," he said nervously. What stop before him was the most beautiful DAM Mare he had seen. The mare looked him up and down, "You look tired, Would you like to come in and rest?" She asked him. Kimoa was lost for words and just managed to nod his head. The mare walked forward, Kimoa following behind, each Horse he walked past would stop and give looks. This made him annoyed and when he would get angry, where ever he stepped would lose its food. She stopped at a large lake, "Here, take a drink and then you may eat. Stay if you wish, We don't ahve loads here. So I didn't catch your name?" Kimoa wanted to say Famine but knew he couldn't, "Kimoa," He said then dipping his head down and drinking. The water was so refreshing. Before the mare could say any more another mare whispered something to her. She shook her head and whispered back, Kimoa heard what was said, 'No, I can choose if he stays or not. No matter who he is.' Kimoa smiled, He finally felt like he was accepted.
As the days went by the horses got use to him, nothing bad had happened to their food or water and Kimoa was finally at peace with himself.

And that would be Kimoa's history in a nutshell ^^

[Neara]

sometimes when I want to see something beautiful on the oekaki I come and stare at him .__. he may be just black but there is a lot to stare at. Especially that blanket. That one is a time consumer.

you make me smile Blue ^^
Ikr? the trick is lots of colors he has blue, teal, some pruple in his coat ^^ and some burn tool for the good contrast
and that blanket yeah i like staring at it too 0,0 -^^

[Abhorsen]

Your Name: Abhorsen
Horses Name: Dyrim
Height: 17h
Gender: Stallion
Story:

Have you seen him? I pray not. If Desert Appaloosa Mustangs are described as fragments of the imagination, then this stallion could be referred to as fragments of your nightmares. Though the normally long-maned mustangs bring good fortune, the midnight black stallion heralds misery. Local desert-people know his tale best, this version I heard from a Reija Chieftan: "we see the horses the most of all people … we have peace with them, we worship them. The desert horses are beautiful and heralds of rain and wealth. But we do not have peace with The Dyrim (roughly translated to "Horse of Sickness and Affliction"). The Dyrim appears alone, and to see him almost promises your mare to miscarriage, or your prize goat to fall ill and taken by the hands of Nix (their god of Death). He leaves nothing but plague in his wake … we fear him above all else."

[T u m b l e]

Might try out c:

[Temperance.]

Your Name:
Ashwyn

Horses Name:
Dread
{I thought it fitting. Just seems to suit him ^^}

Height:
17h

Gender:
Stallion

Story
He appeared one day alongside his three brothers, Conquest, War, and Death -commonly known as Noticus Mengun, Aries, and Thantos-. Inky and dark as the night he drove fear into the hearts of those who saw him, even before they knew what he was. Dread chose to part almost immediately from his brothers, not one to enjoy the prolonged company of others, and began to walk alone through the deserts searching for a place to belong. Wherever he went great tragedy and famine befell the native creatures there; where once a plentiful oasis had stood, soon the waters turned poisonous and the plants died off, humans would find their meager crops failing, and mustangs would find themselves starving. Cursed, many called him, and so Dread soon found himself shunned by those of his own kind, forced to stay away from the herds whether he wished to or not. So the shadowy stallion now travels alone throughout the wide expanses of the deserts, alone and unwanted, feared by all for a curse he cannot control.

Gosh <3 I'm so in love with him right now, might edit my story to suit him better....I dunno, we'll see.