[randomzness]

First in my halloween series ;D this guy follows the theme in a Christmas carol (yes i know thats a christmas story, but im using it for halloween XP). The idea with that is ghosts in death bear the chains of the things they have done in life that weigh them down; following that reasoning you have design a story for this guy that describes an event that might wiegh him down (something bad he has done). Just for clarification, he is alive, not a ghost and the markings are natural horse markings, not magical ones that got zappedonto his body after he did something bad. Please keep it under 500 words :3 will end on halloween >:3

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Great stories guys! the one that won i felt best portrayed a regretted action :3

WINNER

Username:
~*Waffletastic!*~
Name:
Auroch
(AW-ROCK)
Gender:
stallion
Height:
17.3
Story:
He galloped through the bayous. He didn't know where to turn, He didn't know where to go..He just ran.
What had happened, why had he just done that? How could he have done that..
He dug his hooves in the rich soil of the bayou,
He looked down at them. His hooves, still covered in blood, now were covered in soil that stunk like the dead..
The dead...

He looked from left to right frantically, looking for some kind of pond to wash himself, some kind of water to wash the blood...and the shock away.
He took off galloping again, his horns getting caught on everything.
They felt like claws, grabbing him and dragging him back to that scene... That horrible...Horrible..scene...

He finally tripped and fell, rolling down a steep hill, and luckily, onto a the back of a river.
This was a heaven sent scene... Running water...Something to wash everything away.
He fearfully looked around in the darkness covered trees, making sure that he was not being watched.
He trotted into the water nervously and made sure he was in a current.
He dunked his head under and shook it about, making sure everything was lifted.
And when he lifted his head.....Oh the water...
The water had turned red with blood of his victims..
He didn't want to do it..He just got..

Angry..

He got into the water deeper, making sure he was dirt free, even on his back where he had tripped.
he got on the shallower banks and rolled, letting his fur get cleansed by the cool rushing water.
He got himself up and looked down to the end of the river,
Where the blood can started to collect of the river bed..He looked at it, sadenned. He always did this..
He thought he had grown out of it..He loved her!!
And now...That foal..HIS foal was left...covered in blood..mourning her mother...Was left to die..

He debated going back and collecting his daughter...But he knew what would happen...She would be mad..Horrified more like it,
and try to run away. She had all right to as well.

But..
It was best to leave her.
Or so he thought.

They had been so happy, so close, but now his world fell apart.
He collapsed in the sand..He dug his his face into his knees,
and he cryed.Not even a cry. A desperate sob to reverse the event.
a desperate hope that he could take back everything he did and live on with his family in piece..
But no..

He did not deserve that chance. Calena didn't deserve this. To be motherless and alone.
She didn't! She Didn't!! Why does he have to be this way?! So Twisted?! So Cruel?!
Why did I kill her?!
He yelled at himself
Why am i so vile?!
She shut his eyes, shut them so tight until his tears couldn't even escape his eyes.

He opened them slowly and looked across the river with pure contempt for himself
Yes...
Ge thought.
Calena will be better off without me.. Much better..
With that, he got up, and walked away,
he walked away with a thought that traumatized him,
Did I make the right decision?
It didn't matter now, she was alone, away from the monster that he is..
But safe from everything else? he did not know..
He didn't want to think of it either..

He just walked.. Trying to escape the haunting past, That he couldn't get away from..

[Jones.]

Username: Jones.
Name: Toro (Mexican for Bull, I thought this would help his personality, bull-headed)
Gender: stallion
Height: 15.3hh
Story:

Toro paced restlessly around the small pond, his hooves angrily striking anything hard he could cast his eyes on. His long, luxurious mane falling over his ember-coloured eyes. His mind racing back to what he did...

WIP

[Aizui]

Username: Aizui
Name:
Gender: stallion
Height:
Story:

[Flowerdust]

reserved :3

[£eviathan]

Amazing!

[G.L'S]

Username: G.L'S
Name: Asphodel
Gender: stallion
Height: 16hh
Story:
I wish I'd never lost my temper...or my nerve...

That's all Asphodel can think of now. Weighed down by past failures and mistakes, all he can feel is remorse for his mistake. He sighed remembering the beautiful mare he called his mate once, along with their beautiful family. They shared three children, well some would say 3.5; she was pregnant when it all started. Asphodel winced at her memory but still played it in his mind as some sort of torturous retribution.

It all started very early one morning when he awoke to voices near his glade, one of them being his mate's. Curious, he stood and turned to see her talking to a foreign-looking kelpie. He couldn't make out his appearance through the foliage around himself. He saw her follow him which unnerved Asphodel slightly. He wanted to follow her but looked back at the peaceful figures of his sleeping children, a newborn and a yearling. He hunkered down beside them and stayed up acting as guard. She didn't return for hours; he said nothing when she did. She was moody and antisocial so he decided to stay quiet.

As weeks went by, his mate became dejected from him and his family. Becoming worried for her, he pursued to know why. After many terse words and arguments, she blurted out about her pregnancy, how it wasn't his and how she no longer cared for him. She said nothing more and left him standing there alone with his youngsters.

Asphodel was taken aback by this and let hurt harden his heart to the outside world, only focusing on his only dependant child to distract him from his pain. The following spring, his child left and he had nothing to do but think about his mate he lost. He found her new hiding place with the foreign stallion along with their newborn child she was cooeing over. If I can't have you no one can, he thought to himself enraged with their partnership and plotted revenge...

Now years later he stands alone, with no mate and no children who want to talk to him. All he has is the memories of pain and his tragic poetic justice.

[Neira]

Username: Neira
Name: Lenker (Means 'chains' in Norwegian)
Gender: stallion
Height: 16.2hh
Story: I will be using one of my other Bayous for this story; Written Poetry.
A smirk formed on his mounth as he carefully followed the mare with his dawn orange eyes.
His feet heavily moved slow and silent and the mare hadn't noticed him yet.
As she finally arrived the lake, he trotted quietly around to the side of the lake and covered himself in moss and kelp and carefully stepped out in the water with a grin on his face looking like he enjoyed it.
The mare gave a sigh and Len took a deep breath before he dived under and watched the mares shadow.
His plan rushed through his mind as he came closer and when he was just under her, he kicked off from the sea floor and almost flew up toward the mare.
A thick and ugly sounding roar came out of him and the mares head shooted up and started with her green eyes right on him.
Her face was frightned, shocked and unsure at the same time and a loud whine came out as she jumped up on her back feet and fell backward. She quickly got up as he started to walk toward her making scary sound and she ran for her life right into a tree and blacked out.
She couldn't remember enything when she woke up the next day sorrounded by her friends crying and praying for her not to be dead.
Len left from the bush beside him with a mean smirk and padded toward his next victom..

[Soph6297]

How do you do that brindles?! .__.

[jillybean711]

Username:jillybean711
Name: Scarred Chains
Gender: stallion
Height: 16 hands
Story:
As Chains woke up. He had a nightmare. He snuggled up againest his mother.His father was on watch. Until he heard a loud whinnie of pain. He gasped to see his father. There. dead. His mother was awake and standing."RUN CHAINS!"She screamed. She and Chains started running He ran faster than he even knew he could.Until he heard a loud thud."MOTHER!"He cried seeing his mother down and severly injured.
"Mother.."
"RUN CHAINS!"
"NO IM NOT LEAVING YOU!"He cried laying down beside her.
"GO NOW!!!!!"She screamed at him.
Chains had too. He heard thudding hooves coming towards him.
He looked straight into her eyes.She got up somehow and looked at him with tears in her eyes.''Im Sorry Chains..I love you. and always remember that.''Thhen she turned away and ran towards the thudding of the hooves
Chains ran forward in the other direction. Not even daring to look back. He hid in a cave.crying his eyes out. Until he felt a rope around his neck.He whinnied and ran but he was unable to breathe.A human caught him that day. Tamed him. and used him to kill other enimies the human had. when he did all of that.he started to grow those markings. they weighed him down but he never forgot his mother.

[~*Waffletastic!*~]

Username:
~*Waffletastic!*~
Name:
Auroch
(AW-ROCK)
Gender:
stallion
Height:
17.3
Story:
He galloped through the bayous. He didn't know where to turn, He didn't know where to go..He just ran.
What had happened, why had he just done that? How could he have done that..
He dug his hooves in the rich soil of the bayou,
He looked down at them. His hooves, still covered in blood, now were covered in soil that stunk like the dead..
The dead...

He looked from left to right frantically, looking for some kind of pond to wash himself, some kind of water to wash the blood...and the shock away.
He took off galloping again, his horns getting caught on everything.
They felt like claws, grabbing him and dragging him back to that scene... That horrible...Horrible..scene...

He finally tripped and fell, rolling down a steep hill, and luckily, onto a the back of a river.
This was a heaven sent scene... Running water...Something to wash everything away.
He fearfully looked around in the darkness covered trees, making sure that he was not being watched.
He trotted into the water nervously and made sure he was in a current.
He dunked his head under and shook it about, making sure everything was lifted.
And when he lifted his head.....Oh the water...
The water had turned red with blood of his victims..
He didn't want to do it..He just got..

Angry..

He got into the water deeper, making sure he was dirt free, even on his back where he had tripped.
he got on the shallower banks and rolled, letting his fur get cleansed by the cool rushing water.
He got himself up and looked down to the end of the river,
Where the blood can started to collect of the river bed..He looked at it, sadenned. He always did this..
He thought he had grown out of it..He loved her!!
And now...That foal..HIS foal was left...covered in blood..mourning her mother...Was left to die..

He debated going back and collecting his daughter...But he knew what would happen...She would be mad..Horrified more like it,
and try to run away. She had all right to as well.

But..
It was best to leave her.
Or so he thought.

They had been so happy, so close, but now his world fell apart.
He collapsed in the sand..He dug his his face into his knees,
and he cryed.Not even a cry. A desperate sob to reverse the event.
a desperate hope that he could take back everything he did and live on with his family in piece..
But no..

He did not deserve that chance. Calena didn't deserve this. To be motherless and alone.
She didn't! She Didn't!! Why does he have to be this way?! So Twisted?! So Cruel?!
Why did I kill her?!
He yelled at himself
Why am i so vile?!
She shut his eyes, shut them so tight until his tears couldn't even escape his eyes.

He opened them slowly and looked across the river with pure contempt for himself
Yes...
Ge thought.
Calena will be better off without me.. Much better..
With that, he got up, and walked away,
he walked away with a thought that traumatized him,
Did I make the right decision?
It didn't matter now, she was alone, away from the monster that he is..
But safe from everything else? he did not know..
He didn't want to think of it either..

He just walked.. Trying to escape the haunting past, That he couldn't get away from..