[Soph6297]

"It was dark. At first I walked, then I run, and then I ran as fast I as can. I didn't know where I went or what to think. I only knew I had to go
away from here as fast as I could. I jumped of stones and roots. I didn't noticed the forest around me.
I run. And jumped. Then I strumbled and fall down.
I breathed hard but was't able to stand up. Everything around me moved.
Then everything went black. The last thing I heard were steps..."

To win this guy you have to continue the story I started above.
What happend to this Kelpie? Will he survive? It's all your choice!

Username:
Manx

Name:
Alastair

Gender:
Male

Height:
16.5 hh

Story:

"It was dark. At first I walked, then I run, and then I ran as fast I as can. I didn't know where I went or what to think. I only knew I had to go away from here as fast as I could. I jumped of stones and roots. I didn't noticed the forest around me.
I run. And jumped. Then I strumbled and fall down.
I breathed hard but was't able to stand up. Everything around me moved.
Then everything went black. The last thing I heard were steps..."

I awoke with a throbbing pain behind my eyes, and afternoon sunlight gently streaming through the trees. Where I was, I couldn't say. It took several tries to finally pry my eyes opening, as each attempt only strengthened my already fierce headache. When I finally successfully opened my eyes, I found myself in a tiny clearing. It was surrounded by wall-like rocks, that seemed particularly high to me at that moment. The meadow itself was extremely small, and I would probably only need a few strides to make my way completely around it. Long, lush grass covered the ground and tiny stream trickled over the edge of the rocks, collecting in a small pool at the bottom. It looked like a small, untouched meadow; for good reason. This also begged the question of how on Earth had I managed to get here...

Then, suddenly I remembered. I remembered the sense of utter panic as I raced through the forest, before stumbling and, apparently ending up here... But, what had I been running from? As quick as the thought came to me, it slipped away once more. No matter how much I racked my brain, I couldn't seem to retrieve the memory... I don't exactly recall how long I sat there, thinking, but an unexpected noise soon caught my attention, and I snapped my head around to look. Immediately, I was rewarded with a blinding pain that nearly caused me to black out again. I sat there for several more moments, eyes shut forcefully as a fought to remain conscious, until my splotchy vision finally cleared and the pain subsided.

Now able to see clearly without pain erupting in my head, I slowly turned to look at whatever had made the sound. My answer, though, was certainly unexpected. Two gleaming amber eyes met mine, and, shocked, I looked up to the white wolf sitting on the rock wall. He made no move towards me, but instead simply stared, his head cocked slightly to the side, as though asking a question. Although weak, I pinned my ears back and raised my head in the ear; a clear sign of aggression. Under normal circumstances, it probably would have worked, as having antlers was quite intimidating. As is was, though, I was weak, wounded, and my head throbbed so bad I couldn't even gain the courage to stand up. The white wolf simply stared at me, a mocking smirk on its muzzle. It appeared to be laughing at me.

Without warning, it jumped off the rock, and disappeared behind it. Admittedly, I was a little stunned at the wolf's reaction. Here I am, weak and unable to stand, and all it does it stare before disappearing again. All the same, I was rather grateful that the situation had ended as it did. Laying my head down against the soft, emerald grass, I rested my throbbing head. Eventually, I must have fallen asleep, for the next thing I knew the dusty light of dusk was illuminating the forest. Carefully raising my head, I immediately noticed the improvement. The brutal throbbing had lessened to a much more bearable ache. Though, the same could not be said for the rest of my body. With the rest had come a dull ache that reverberated through my muscles whenever I moved, just as what often happened after a long, tedious day.

A soft clicking of claws caught my attention, and I turned to see the white wolf once again perched on the rock wall. It's liquid amber eyes observed my carefully, but just like before, it made no move to harm me. All the same, I didn't quite trust the wolf. After all, why should I? They were carnivores, who had to eat the flesh of others to survive. Who was to say this one wasn't simply biding it's time? Cautiously, I lifted my head and gradually positioned my legs underneath so I could begin to rise. My stiff muscles made it quite tough, so it resulted in several minutes of attempts before I finally succeeded. My head swam as I lifted it, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been previously.

The wolf has shifted to lay on its stomach, golden eyes still fixated on me. I ignored the intense gaze, and instead turned my attention to the fairly steep rocks surrounding my little clearing. Under normal circumstances, I'd be able to make it without a problem, but being sore and wounded as I was? It was doubtful... Frustration and panic welled within me, but I quickly fought it down. The answer was easy; I would simply have to stay in here until I healed enough to exit my make shift cage... There was food and water here, and apparently company, I thought with a glance back at the wolf...

It was the middle of the night when I woke again. The moon was high in the sky, and penetrated down through the mist below, creating a spooky atmosphere. For a moment, I was unsure as to why I woke, but then I felt it; an unnatural, creeping cold. It started in my legs, and was gradually working its way through my body. With growing panic, I realized it was the same thing I had been running from only a night before. Struggling to get to my feet as quickly as possible, a fresh flash of pain cut through my head, reminding me of my injuries. Ignoring the pain, my eyes desperately sought the cause the chill, straining to see through the foggy night.

Then, I saw it. It appeared to be nothing more than a small, black cloud moving towards me, but the creeping chill of its presence alerted all to a much more sinister being. Breaking from my fearful paralysis, I slowly backed away from the shadow being. The cold rock pressing against my flank sent a fresh wave of panic through me as I realized this time, I as trapped. I could do nothing but stare at the mysterious, daunting being as it slowly rolled nearer.

An aggressive snarl broke the silence of the night. Bounding down from the rock, the white wolf appeared in front of me, snarling fiercely at the black cloud. It had appeared just as suddenly and as swiftly as the shadow creature, but seemed to have a much different intent. For amount, the black cloud seemed to almost recoil, as though surprised that something has actually dared to cross its path. It only lasted a moment, though. The black cloud swirled, and created a perfect mimic of the creature before it, expect that is was pure black in colour.

In a blur, the two wolves met in a fierce battle. I could do nothing but watch in numb shock as the white wolf lunged at the black shadow wolf, protecting me from its wrath. For several minutes they clashed, until at last they broke apart, heaving for breath and blood trickling from their new wounds. The shadow creature's blood stained the grass, filling the air with a wretched, pungent smell. It's black eyes flickered first to my savior, then to me, and back again. With a sudden growl of frustration, it turned and swiftly returned to its place in the bayou...

It took several minutes before I moved again, numb shock still making it hard for me to comprehend the situation. All I knew was was that this strange white wolf has deliberately put itself in harm's way to protect me... I simply could not make sense of it...

[kelläi]

AMAZING

[Lucky Strike <3]

Username: .:BlessTheFall:.
Name: Seamus
Gender: Male
Height: 17hh
Story:

"....As they came closer my eyes drifted open, my eyes beholding a pair of beautiful eyes.
The look of the morning dew, so pure, so beautiful were dancing in her eyes.
The beauty before him blended with the shadows around, the only thing bold upon her coat were her slight white markings and beautiful sky blue eyes.
She looked like a summer's night and she walked like june, so delicate and sweet.
She smiled upon me with the beauty of a thousand angels and beckoned me to stand, her smooth muzzle urging me.
I stood, my knees shaking under the weight but my eyes continued to stay on her.
She braced me and began to walk, her body only slightly smaller than my own, our strides matching as we walked into the depths of the bayou, my love for this mare growing with each step."

[.Survivor.]

Username: Serenaded By Angels
Name: Thunderstorm (Storm)
Gender: Male
Height: 15.4hh
Story:

"It was dark. At first I walked, then I run, and then I ran as fast I as can. I didn't know where I went or what to think. I only knew I had to get away from here as fast as I could. I jumped of stones and roots. I didn't noticed the forest around me. I run. And jumped. Then I stumbled and fell down.
I breathed hard but was not able to stand up. Everything around me moved.
Then everything went black. The last thing I heard were steps..."

:My part of the story:

...when I opened my eyes, I was in a small forest glade, with Sunlight dappling my pelt. I didn't know how I had gotten here or who or what had brought me here, but here was peaceful. I tried to get to my hooves and noticed my sore muscles. As I looked around, I noticed that someone had bandaged my cuts from the previous night when I had fallen. I sniffed the bandages and caught a faint trace of human. My ears perked as I heard a slight footfall coming towards me. I swung my head around and saw a small girl, almost fairy-like in stature. My eyes swept over her from head to foot, examining her. She was clothed in what seemed to be dark green material, blending in to her surroundings, and she was also barefoot. I looked at the small girl with confusion in my eyes, and she could clearly see this. "Yes, I am the one who brought you to this place. Please do not fear, here you are safe and you can rest until you are healed."she said in a musical voice that held no threat of lie. Days passed and my strength returned, and as I turned to leave, I wanted to somehow thank the little girl. I turned back to look for her, but I never could find her. I asked the other animals if they had seen her, but their reply was that they had never seen such girl. I then remembered a legend my father had told me when I was a young foal..."They say that the Angel of the Bayou resembles a small girl and cares for those who need care. Only a few have ever seen her, but once her job is done, it's like she was never there..." I looked to the heavens with a smile, and thanked the Spirits for sending me an Angel.

[Manx]

Username:
Manx

Name:
Alastair

Gender:
Male

Height:
16.5 hh

Story:

"It was dark. At first I walked, then I run, and then I ran as fast I as can. I didn't know where I went or what to think. I only knew I had to go away from here as fast as I could. I jumped of stones and roots. I didn't noticed the forest around me.
I run. And jumped. Then I strumbled and fall down.
I breathed hard but was't able to stand up. Everything around me moved.
Then everything went black. The last thing I heard were steps..."

I awoke with a throbbing pain behind my eyes, and afternoon sunlight gently streaming through the trees. Where I was, I couldn't say. It took several tries to finally pry my eyes opening, as each attempt only strengthened my already fierce headache. When I finally successfully opened my eyes, I found myself in a tiny clearing. It was surrounded by wall-like rocks, that seemed particularly high to me at that moment. The meadow itself was extremely small, and I would probably only need a few strides to make my way completely around it. Long, lush grass covered the ground and tiny stream trickled over the edge of the rocks, collecting in a small pool at the bottom. It looked like a small, untouched meadow; for good reason. This also begged the question of how on Earth had I managed to get here...

Then, suddenly I remembered. I remembered the sense of utter panic as I raced through the forest, before stumbling and, apparently ending up here... But, what had I been running from? As quick as the thought came to me, it slipped away once more. No matter how much I racked my brain, I couldn't seem to retrieve the memory... I don't exactly recall how long I sat there, thinking, but an unexpected noise soon caught my attention, and I snapped my head around to look. Immediately, I was rewarded with a blinding pain that nearly caused me to black out again. I sat there for several more moments, eyes shut forcefully as a fought to remain conscious, until my splotchy vision finally cleared and the pain subsided.

Now able to see clearly without pain erupting in my head, I slowly turned to look at whatever had made the sound. My answer, though, was certainly unexpected. Two gleaming amber eyes met mine, and, shocked, I looked up to the white wolf sitting on the rock wall. He made no move towards me, but instead simply stared, his head cocked slightly to the side, as though asking a question. Although weak, I pinned my ears back and raised my head in the ear; a clear sign of aggression. Under normal circumstances, it probably would have worked, as having antlers was quite intimidating. As is was, though, I was weak, wounded, and my head throbbed so bad I couldn't even gain the courage to stand up. The white wolf simply stared at me, a mocking smirk on its muzzle. It appeared to be laughing at me.

Without warning, it jumped off the rock, and disappeared behind it. Admittedly, I was a little stunned at the wolf's reaction. Here I am, weak and unable to stand, and all it does it stare before disappearing again. All the same, I was rather grateful that the situation had ended as it did. Laying my head down against the soft, emerald grass, I rested my throbbing head. Eventually, I must have fallen asleep, for the next thing I knew the dusty light of dusk was illuminating the forest. Carefully raising my head, I immediately noticed the improvement. The brutal throbbing had lessened to a much more bearable ache. Though, the same could not be said for the rest of my body. With the rest had come a dull ache that reverberated through my muscles whenever I moved, just as what often happened after a long, tedious day.

A soft clicking of claws caught my attention, and I turned to see the white wolf once again perched on the rock wall. It's liquid amber eyes observed my carefully, but just like before, it made no move to harm me. All the same, I didn't quite trust the wolf. After all, why should I? They were carnivores, who had to eat the flesh of others to survive. Who was to say this one wasn't simply biding it's time? Cautiously, I lifted my head and gradually positioned my legs underneath so I could begin to rise. My stiff muscles made it quite tough, so it resulted in several minutes of attempts before I finally succeeded. My head swam as I lifted it, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been previously.

The wolf has shifted to lay on its stomach, golden eyes still fixated on me. I ignored the intense gaze, and instead turned my attention to the fairly steep rocks surrounding my little clearing. Under normal circumstances, I'd be able to make it without a problem, but being sore and wounded as I was? It was doubtful... Frustration and panic welled within me, but I quickly fought it down. The answer was easy; I would simply have to stay in here until I healed enough to exit my make shift cage... There was food and water here, and apparently company, I thought with a glance back at the wolf...

It was the middle of the night when I woke again. The moon was high in the sky, and penetrated down through the mist below, creating a spooky atmosphere. For a moment, I was unsure as to why I woke, but then I felt it; an unnatural, creeping cold. It started in my legs, and was gradually working its way through my body. With growing panic, I realized it was the same thing I had been running from only a night before. Struggling to get to my feet as quickly as possible, a fresh flash of pain cut through my head, reminding me of my injuries. Ignoring the pain, my eyes desperately sought the cause the chill, straining to see through the foggy night.

Then, I saw it. It appeared to be nothing more than a small, black cloud moving towards me, but the creeping chill of its presence alerted all to a much more sinister being. Breaking from my fearful paralysis, I slowly backed away from the shadow being. The cold rock pressing against my flank sent a fresh wave of panic through me as I realized this time, I as trapped. I could do nothing but stare at the mysterious, daunting being as it slowly rolled nearer.

An aggressive snarl broke the silence of the night. Bounding down from the rock, the white wolf appeared in front of me, snarling fiercely at the black cloud. It had appeared just as suddenly and as swiftly as the shadow creature, but seemed to have a much different intent. For amount, the black cloud seemed to almost recoil, as though surprised that something has actually dared to cross its path. It only lasted a moment, though. The black cloud swirled, and created a perfect mimic of the creature before it, expect that is was pure black in colour.

In a blur, the two wolves met in a fierce battle. I could do nothing but watch in numb shock as the white wolf lunged at the black shadow wolf, protecting me from its wrath. For several minutes they clashed, until at last they broke apart, heaving for breath and blood trickling from their new wounds. The shadow creature's blood stained the grass, filling the air with a wretched, pungent smell. It's black eyes flickered first to my savior, then to me, and back again. With a sudden growl of frustration, it turned and swiftly returned to its place in the bayou...

It took several minutes before I moved again, numb shock still making it hard for me to comprehend the situation. All I knew was was that this strange white wolf has deliberately put itself in harm's way to protect me... I simply could not make sense of it...

[Narwhals.]

Usernamenarwhalsarewaesome:
Name: Jaka
Gender:Male
Height:15.5 hands
[b]Story:It was dark. At first I walked, then I run, and then I ran as fast I as can. I didn't know where I went or what to think. I only knew I had to go
away from here as fast as I could. I jumped of stones and roots. I didn't noticed the forest around me.
I run. And jumped. Then I strumbled and fall down.
I breathed hard but was't able to stand up. Everything around me moved.
Then everything went black. The last thing I heard were steps..."
As i awoke i felt a slight drip on my left leg. I was in a dark cave. I yelled and neighed to saw if anybody was in here trying to help me,or... I blacked out again i heard the footsteps again. As i woke up i know i had to run .Something about the cave was not right. I try to run but my leg can't go. It was scar. I try to get up and I did. I feebly limp out but cave is everlasting,i don't see no light.I turn around because i hear the footsteps. "Neigh!!!!" I hear a strong full-grown male talk to me. I ran.As fast as my leg go. I see light, I take final stride until i find myself in forest. The male is on my heel. I run,i don't care about leg,i care about life. I ran until my body was completly numb. What now? My breathing going down. My eyes turned black darkness. I woke up from the dripping on my leg again. I was in forest. i grab some plant to put on bleeding scar. My eyes closed i process everything. The male looked familiar. Wait! Zobo! My son,the one i look for whole life! I go on search for Zobo,thank you Zobo.He try to help me. I run. He probably puzzled. He look like me. "Neigh" i hear Zobo say. "Zobo,it's you father.I look for you ever since you ran way from us." I reply look at him in eyes. "Dad?"he said like it was a foreign word.[/bI]

[Manx]

Bump :3

[Soph6297]

Closed, no new forms are accepted!

[.Survivor.]

Good luck everyone!

[Soph6297]

Username:
Manx

Name:
Alastair

Gender:
Male

Height:
16.5 hh

Story:

"It was dark. At first I walked, then I run, and then I ran as fast I as can. I didn't know where I went or what to think. I only knew I had to go away from here as fast as I could. I jumped of stones and roots. I didn't noticed the forest around me.
I run. And jumped. Then I strumbled and fall down.
I breathed hard but was't able to stand up. Everything around me moved.
Then everything went black. The last thing I heard were steps..."

I awoke with a throbbing pain behind my eyes, and afternoon sunlight gently streaming through the trees. Where I was, I couldn't say. It took several tries to finally pry my eyes opening, as each attempt only strengthened my already fierce headache. When I finally successfully opened my eyes, I found myself in a tiny clearing. It was surrounded by wall-like rocks, that seemed particularly high to me at that moment. The meadow itself was extremely small, and I would probably only need a few strides to make my way completely around it. Long, lush grass covered the ground and tiny stream trickled over the edge of the rocks, collecting in a small pool at the bottom. It looked like a small, untouched meadow; for good reason. This also begged the question of how on Earth had I managed to get here...

Then, suddenly I remembered. I remembered the sense of utter panic as I raced through the forest, before stumbling and, apparently ending up here... But, what had I been running from? As quick as the thought came to me, it slipped away once more. No matter how much I racked my brain, I couldn't seem to retrieve the memory... I don't exactly recall how long I sat there, thinking, but an unexpected noise soon caught my attention, and I snapped my head around to look. Immediately, I was rewarded with a blinding pain that nearly caused me to black out again. I sat there for several more moments, eyes shut forcefully as a fought to remain conscious, until my splotchy vision finally cleared and the pain subsided.

Now able to see clearly without pain erupting in my head, I slowly turned to look at whatever had made the sound. My answer, though, was certainly unexpected. Two gleaming amber eyes met mine, and, shocked, I looked up to the white wolf sitting on the rock wall. He made no move towards me, but instead simply stared, his head cocked slightly to the side, as though asking a question. Although weak, I pinned my ears back and raised my head in the ear; a clear sign of aggression. Under normal circumstances, it probably would have worked, as having antlers was quite intimidating. As is was, though, I was weak, wounded, and my head throbbed so bad I couldn't even gain the courage to stand up. The white wolf simply stared at me, a mocking smirk on its muzzle. It appeared to be laughing at me.

Without warning, it jumped off the rock, and disappeared behind it. Admittedly, I was a little stunned at the wolf's reaction. Here I am, weak and unable to stand, and all it does it stare before disappearing again. All the same, I was rather grateful that the situation had ended as it did. Laying my head down against the soft, emerald grass, I rested my throbbing head. Eventually, I must have fallen asleep, for the next thing I knew the dusty light of dusk was illuminating the forest. Carefully raising my head, I immediately noticed the improvement. The brutal throbbing had lessened to a much more bearable ache. Though, the same could not be said for the rest of my body. With the rest had come a dull ache that reverberated through my muscles whenever I moved, just as what often happened after a long, tedious day.

A soft clicking of claws caught my attention, and I turned to see the white wolf once again perched on the rock wall. It's liquid amber eyes observed my carefully, but just like before, it made no move to harm me. All the same, I didn't quite trust the wolf. After all, why should I? They were carnivores, who had to eat the flesh of others to survive. Who was to say this one wasn't simply biding it's time? Cautiously, I lifted my head and gradually positioned my legs underneath so I could begin to rise. My stiff muscles made it quite tough, so it resulted in several minutes of attempts before I finally succeeded. My head swam as I lifted it, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it had been previously.

The wolf has shifted to lay on its stomach, golden eyes still fixated on me. I ignored the intense gaze, and instead turned my attention to the fairly steep rocks surrounding my little clearing. Under normal circumstances, I'd be able to make it without a problem, but being sore and wounded as I was? It was doubtful... Frustration and panic welled within me, but I quickly fought it down. The answer was easy; I would simply have to stay in here until I healed enough to exit my make shift cage... There was food and water here, and apparently company, I thought with a glance back at the wolf...

It was the middle of the night when I woke again. The moon was high in the sky, and penetrated down through the mist below, creating a spooky atmosphere. For a moment, I was unsure as to why I woke, but then I felt it; an unnatural, creeping cold. It started in my legs, and was gradually working its way through my body. With growing panic, I realized it was the same thing I had been running from only a night before. Struggling to get to my feet as quickly as possible, a fresh flash of pain cut through my head, reminding me of my injuries. Ignoring the pain, my eyes desperately sought the cause the chill, straining to see through the foggy night.

Then, I saw it. It appeared to be nothing more than a small, black cloud moving towards me, but the creeping chill of its presence alerted all to a much more sinister being. Breaking from my fearful paralysis, I slowly backed away from the shadow being. The cold rock pressing against my flank sent a fresh wave of panic through me as I realized this time, I as trapped. I could do nothing but stare at the mysterious, daunting being as it slowly rolled nearer.

An aggressive snarl broke the silence of the night. Bounding down from the rock, the white wolf appeared in front of me, snarling fiercely at the black cloud. It had appeared just as suddenly and as swiftly as the shadow creature, but seemed to have a much different intent. For amount, the black cloud seemed to almost recoil, as though surprised that something has actually dared to cross its path. It only lasted a moment, though. The black cloud swirled, and created a perfect mimic of the creature before it, expect that is was pure black in colour.

In a blur, the two wolves met in a fierce battle. I could do nothing but watch in numb shock as the white wolf lunged at the black shadow wolf, protecting me from its wrath. For several minutes they clashed, until at last they broke apart, heaving for breath and blood trickling from their new wounds. The shadow creature's blood stained the grass, filling the air with a wretched, pungent smell. It's black eyes flickered first to my savior, then to me, and back again. With a sudden growl of frustration, it turned and swiftly returned to its place in the bayou...

It took several minutes before I moved again, numb shock still making it hard for me to comprehend the situation. All I knew was was that this strange white wolf has deliberately put itself in harm's way to protect me... I simply could not make sense of it...

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