[hey-stardust]

Awww, isn't he gorgeous! I adore chestnuts o3o

Owner: west ,
Name: Kori. [ cor-ie ]
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16.3 hh
Age: five years old / 5 yrs.
History:

Here 'e is. the overweight man led his customer to the stable. In it, was a flaming chestnut foal. With wings. Well, he's special ain't he? the customer leaned in over the rusty iron gate trapping the young horse in, Yeah, yeah. 'E's pretty rare. Not ever day ya find an 'orse like this little fella. laughed the owner. His laugh was rough like sandpaper, and always ended with him coughing furiously into his huge hand. Kori snorted in surprise, backing away a few steps. The crossties that were fastened firmly onto his head collar prevented him from moving much, and his wings had been restricted to his sides with rope. Kori's eyes were wide with fear. He didn't know what was going on.
All the other horses in the barn next to him were nothing like him at all; they had no wings, no feathers, no tail like his. He was the only one with crossties, the only one with a scruffy blue headcollar digging into his face. But he was thin, like the others. Kori had shaggy, thick fur that was caked in mud and dirt, just like the others. The foal shot his head up in the air when he saw the man's huge hand coming for his head, but his head stopped half-way up. The noseband dug down into his face. He could feel it gradually rubbing into his skin. The owner had already caught one of the crossties and he jerked it harshly to encourage him forward. Caught him m'self. All alone, 'e was. 'Ardly put up a fight, 'e was that weak. Kori tried to escape his smoky breath, but the man had a firm grip on the ties. How much? asked the other.

The man didn't even get a chance to answer, he was already squealing in pain as Kori turned and sank his teeth into the man's hand using all his force. Suddenly, the barn was alive. The horses all hooked their tired heads over the stable doors and whinnied and snorted, encouraging him on. Kori reared, lashing out with his skinny front legs. The customer had falled back in surprise and was curled up with his hands over his head, as if begging Kori not to hurt him. Suddenly, the wooden door caging him in burst open in an explosion of splinters. The metal door made a deafening clang as it hit the concrete floor. Kori twisted and turned in a desperate final attempt to get loose. He could feel a warm sensation moving over his head. The foal realised that the halter was snapping. He pulled harder and harder, squirming out of the head collar. Finally, the tattered material holding him in snapped. The skinny chestnut foal reared in triumph, then he turned to the exit and hurried out. As he was heading towards the half open barn door, the owner stood up, clutching his injured hand. He headed directly to the foal, a knife in his hand. Kori kicked out in self defence, but the man had the knife up in the air. He struck down, hitting Kori's wing. Kori couldn't flap his wings, they were still strapped together, but he could see the wound the knife had caused. He squealed and kicked out a second time, knocking the knife out of his hand. The foal rushed for the door, and he was out. He galloped for the nearby forest, when something caught his eye. A rusted piece of metal was sticking out from the building. Kori thought for a second, then skidded to a halt next to the spike. It was about two to three foot off the ground, perfect hight. He rubbed his wing against the spike, breaking th rope holding him, but also scratching him. Right now, though, he didn't care.
Kori stretched his wings and whinnied in happiness. He arched his back and lurched himself into the air. The foal wobbled about a bit, not used to flying after being trapped in the barn for so long, but he was just so happy about being free, he felt all of his strenght come rushing back. Free! Finally free! Kori felt a grin come across his face, despite the dried blood. He headed straight for home, excited to start his new life in the wild.
Kori felt ontop of the world.

Foals: N/A

[quitting¿]

Owner:
Furriesgorever
Name:
Quibuie
QE-U-BE
Gender:
Stallion
Height:
16.3 hh
Age:
4
History:

Quibuie was a regular foal with a regular life, but one special day he got very strange bumps on his back and he tal started falling out!His owners decided he was sick and took him to the vet.the vet didnt know what was happening!
"this is very strange!"he said scratching the top of his head making a curious face."....ver....very strange"he murmmered again just staring at the little foal.The scientists that was paid to test the baby figured out that the foal had WINGS!?!and had a starngely shaped tail.the owners started going bankrupt in the economy and sold the foal for a pretty penny to save their ranch.the person they sold his to was the owner of a circus who hated animals but loved the money they brought in!the made a halter VERY tight on the foal and there he sat for peoples amusment!the tiny foal broke the rusted chain that restrained him and took off.the halter rotted and finally fell of but cause nasty scars on the horses face and then he founf horses of his kind.
THE END!!!

[AngelTrouble]

Owner: AngelTrouble
Name: Patriot
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16.3 hh
Age: 2 and a half years
History:

In a time before this gangly chestnut colt was born, a small number of equus were held captive by some cruel people. In this small group was a heavily pregnant mare. She wasn't doing too good, which worried her for she knew it was getting far too close to her time to birth her precious cargo. The mare tried and tried many times to escape where her little darling wouldn't be in bondage. Her wings were useless to her though, for the uncaring humans had clipped the feathers too short for flight on all the equus. She finally had to give in to her foal's undeniable fate... that night, when the sky was filled with darkness and the stars bright and cheery, she gave birth to a lovely chestnut colt. The mare warmly smiled down at her precious baby boy, this moment feeling as if she was out in the fields of freedom. With a loving motherly gaze she looked into her colt's warm big brown eyes... that moment she knew he was special. He would do something, so she gave him the name Patriot.

For about three months the mare was able to sneek Patriot past the humans, but it wasn't long then that they were able to catch him and seeing how good he looked they put a snug halter on him and tied his wings down with a rope around his belly. They didn't want to damage his wings, hoping he would grow into a fine stud. As Patriot grew older his "accessories" obviously didn't grow with him, instead they tore into his flesh, causing pain with every move. By the time he was reaching his first birthday he was tired of his pain stricken life. He started planning a way to gain freedom for all of them. That time came when the humans finally decided to cut the halter and rope off of him. Patriot gritted his teeth while he waited for them to complete the last snip. Then suddenly he threw his wings open, knocking the people off their feet, and for the first time in his life he flew. Oh! How he flew! After he gained reasonable balance he took off toward the pastures. Flying overhead until a person finally opened the gate. He rushed down and scared the dickens out of the man and all the other equus ran out into wonderful freedom, fleeing into nearby woods, never to be seen again. Patriot felt so good about himself, but then he noticed that his mother hadn't gotten out and was still laying under the large tree where he had been born. Quickly he flew over to her side, his chest puffed out with pride and joy, but he immediately humbled when he saw his mother's face. She was smiling at him, her aged face gentle and streaked with happy tears. She looked at him fondly, "I knew you were special son." Patriot frowned and lowered his head into her neck, pure silent tears streaming down his face and into her mane, "I love you Patriot..."

Ok! I hope that wasn't too long. x3 I kinda got carried away. ^^

[Seykoon]

Gosh, he's beautiful o_o
I wish I was better in wirting stories xD

Good luck everyone !

[moreponiesneeded]

*Gasps and falls out of chair* He's beautiful!! By darn it ;-;

Owner: Edward bear
Name: Zanobi (Latin, hardly alive)
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16.3 hh
Age: 6 years
History: The gangly chesnut foal stood beside his mother, a man coming near. The man had a kindly face, and seemed to be no harm to Alex, as he was then called. The young chesnut colt stood patiently as the man placed a leather contraption made of straps upon Alex's face. The small foal tolerated it well, not really minding it.

A few months later, as Alex was being weaned, the man died. He had walked in on the burglary of his own home after having gone grocery shopping. The weanlings were in a field, having not been able to fly yet, they stayed put, both fillies and colts had been placed together, they watched the man dressed in black run away. The next day the police had come to investigate, not paying attention to the horses in the paddock, they figured they would be okay for a few more days. They did take the mares and the stallions who had been placed in the barn, and simply let them free. Those mares and stallions included the mothers of the weanlings and caused a general freak out in the hard of weanlings. Alex stood tall, watching his mother fly away.

Alex snuffled the ground, wishing to find the sprigs of grass they had been lucky to find that spring. The foal halter pressed against his face, causing an uncomfortable pressure. Some of the others who had stayed, in hopes of finding the man jogging out to throw out some hay, late, as always. Many had left, leaving in hopes of greener grasses. Alex had scars tracing his sides, where he had fought bravely for food. One of the other colts, a friend of Alex's, walked up to the chesnut. With a snort, Alex touched his nose to the other colt's, then turned away as the rest of them flew into the air and left Alex alone. He stood for a few days, the hot sun bleaching his fur into a light reddish tan. He nibbled at what he could, until a truck with a horse van came to the rescue. A girl with dark hair hopped out of the truck, carrying a lead role and halter. At the sight of Alex she stopped, eyes opening, and with a cry she forgot the rules of approaching horses and rushed towards him. The chesnut stood patiently, waiting as she brushed the tips of her fingers along the imbedded leather of the halter. Quickly, she wrapped theead around his throat and walked him to the trailer, slowly, as his hooves where over grown. He stood as the trailer bumped over the country roads, everything paining him.

After a few months of recovery, a picture was posted of Alex, with his new name, Zanobi. After a day, a phone had rung with the call. A girl wanted to see Zanobi. A date was set, and she came. The brown haired girl simply hung on the stall door, watching Zanobi, a small smile set in her face. Pulling a carrot out her pocket, she broke it, and offered a piece to the stallion.

[west ,]

Awww, isn't he gorgeous! I adore chestnuts o3o

Owner: west ,
Name: Kori. [ cor-ie ]
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16.3 hh
Age: five years old / 5 yrs.
History:

Here 'e is. the overweight man led his customer to the stable. In it, was a flaming chestnut foal. With wings. Well, he's special ain't he? the customer leaned in over the rusty iron gate trapping the young horse in, Yeah, yeah. 'E's pretty rare. Not ever day ya find an 'orse like this little fella. laughed the owner. His laugh was rough like sandpaper, and always ended with him coughing furiously into his huge hand. Kori snorted in surprise, backing away a few steps. The crossties that were fastened firmly onto his head collar prevented him from moving much, and his wings had been restricted to his sides with rope. Kori's eyes were wide with fear. He didn't know what was going on.
All the other horses in the barn next to him were nothing like him at all; they had no wings, no feathers, no tail like his. He was the only one with crossties, the only one with a scruffy blue headcollar digging into his face. But he was thin, like the others. Kori had shaggy, thick fur that was caked in mud and dirt, just like the others. The foal shot his head up in the air when he saw the man's huge hand coming for his head, but his head stopped half-way up. The noseband dug down into his face. He could feel it gradually rubbing into his skin. The owner had already caught one of the crossties and he jerked it harshly to encourage him forward. Caught him m'self. All alone, 'e was. 'Ardly put up a fight, 'e was that weak. Kori tried to escape his smoky breath, but the man had a firm grip on the ties. How much? asked the other.

The man didn't even get a chance to answer, he was already squealing in pain as Kori turned and sank his teeth into the man's hand using all his force. Suddenly, the barn was alive. The horses all hooked their tired heads over the stable doors and whinnied and snorted, encouraging him on. Kori reared, lashing out with his skinny front legs. The customer had falled back in surprise and was curled up with his hands over his head, as if begging Kori not to hurt him. Suddenly, the wooden door caging him in burst open in an explosion of splinters. The metal door made a deafening clang as it hit the concrete floor. Kori twisted and turned in a desperate final attempt to get loose. He could feel a warm sensation moving over his head. The foal realised that the halter was snapping. He pulled harder and harder, squirming out of the head collar. Finally, the tattered material holding him in snapped. The skinny chestnut foal reared in triumph, then he turned to the exit and hurried out. As he was heading towards the half open barn door, the owner stood up, clutching his injured hand. He headed directly to the foal, a knife in his hand. Kori kicked out in self defence, but the man had the knife up in the air. He struck down, hitting Kori's wing. Kori couldn't flap his wings, they were still strapped together, but he could see the wound the knife had caused. He squealed and kicked out a second time, knocking the knife out of his hand. The foal rushed for the door, and he was out. He galloped for the nearby forest, when something caught his eye. A rusted piece of metal was sticking out from the building. Kori thought for a second, then skidded to a halt next to the spike. It was about two to three foot off the ground, perfect hight. He rubbed his wing against the spike, breaking th rope holding him, but also scratching him. Right now, though, he didn't care.
Kori stretched his wings and whinnied in happiness. He arched his back and lurched himself into the air. The foal wobbled about a bit, not used to flying after being trapped in the barn for so long, but he was just so happy about being free, he felt all of his strenght come rushing back. Free! Finally free! Kori felt a grin come across his face, despite the dried blood. He headed straight for home, excited to start his new life in the wild.
Kori felt ontop of the world.

[thelast_timelord]

wow he's so pretty! but im not good at writing

[CaveyCave]

Owner: Kaystar (hopefully)
Name: Eddie C:
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16.3 hh
Age: 7
History:
A young man walked through the long grassed meadow, letting the wind brush his hair back. He took a deep breath in...
then stopped
He hear something in the distance...
get him in, get him in, quick now Said the voices
He ran over to where the voices were coming from. There he saw a little chestnut...colt? He didn't know, but he did know that those men were trying to steal him. The poor foal was standing his ground, his eyes full of fear as he looked at the men. The man took a deep breath and yelled across the meadow OY WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING. He didn'tknow anything about horses, but seeing that this wasn't a horse he thought he should be okay. The two men looked up and ran, dropping the head leadrope and leaving their car and trailer behind.
The man, known as Johnny, walked backwards towards this unique colt,trying not to spook him. He wondered if there were others like him...
Hey boy. Don't worry, those men are gone he said as he sensed the foal looking at him. John put his hand out and waited, just waited.
Soon he felt a soft touch on his hand and the warm air of the foals breath. John turned and stoked his soft head, he was realitivly small, but one thing john did know was they do grow up.
Lets go home John said, not wanting this unique horse to be stolen and beaten, or put on show, as horse theifs were common in this area. So he grabbed hold of the headcollar and walked him through the meadow to his home.
Once home John looked at him. He didn't want him to go missing so he just took off the lead rope and left the head collar on, like dogs and collars. Also with fear of this colt running away he lightly tied a belly bandage gently around his wings, tight enough so he couldn't fly.

Days went by and turned into months, which turned into years. But poor John didn't notice this poor foal was growing up, and out of his head collar and bandage.
One day he noticed blood on his wings and face so rushed to the phone and nervouly rang the vets. He stuttered what was wrong and were he lived and waited.

poor fella, foals head's do grow aswell, and so do their body...and wings... the vet shook his head this head collar has been 'chafing' his head, causing his head to get cut and his belly, good you rang or his head might of gotten infected and his stomach muscles may of started to gently break, causing him to be very uncomforable. the vet shook his head
i know you are attatched to this guy, but i think you have to set him free...

John thought about what the vet said...taking a deep breath he went outside to his garden and sighed, looking into the colts eyes he put his head to the colts.
good bye eddie his eyes welled with tears as he took off the head collar, with some trouble, and his belly bandage.
Eddie looked back at John and whinnied. If horses could cry, he would be. He took off into the air and flew over to his homeland
the air cooling his sores as the wind whipped his body. He was shaky at first but he knew that the 'light at the end of the tunnel' was nearer...

[hey-stardust]

Bump.

[hey-stardust]

Congratulations, west ,!