by KayleeBanana » Thu Jun 24, 2010 6:49 am
Pet's ID Tag: 49
Name You'd Choose for It: Seascape
Gender: Female
Reason You Want It: I have fallen in love with this character's design. My fursona could use a friend to keep her company and I'd like somebody new to get art of.
History/Background/Other:
The wind rippled through the manes of the beach herd as they pounded through the surf. The lead stallion, a coal-black beast, was running at the lead, nostrils flared to pick up the scents of the ocean. Behind him, a group of twenty-five females were racing to keep up. Seabirds cried out as they leapt into the air, stirred up by the pounding of many hooves. Lathered with sweat and seawater, the stallion brought his herd to a stop on a grassy dune. He stood alert, unwavering, while his mares cropped the long reeds. A speckled brown crab scuttled into its hole.
In the distance, the stallion’s storm gray eyes picked up a flock of sea gulls rising into the sky. His ears flicked forward to catch any sound. Beneath the sharp cries of the birds, the pounding of more hooves could be heard, like the roll of distant thunder. The acrid scent of leather and human sweat reached the stallion’s nostrils.
With a trumpeting cry, the stallion wheeled and took off down the beach like a demon out of hell. Each of the mares followed him without question.
The stallion led his herd in and out of the dunes, using age-old tactics to try and lose their pursuers. The stallion knew from experience that the trailing horses were not as used to running on soft sand as he, and would be relatively easy to lose. The herd ran on and on. But no matter how hard they tried, the pursuers were always hot on their tails.
Tried and sweaty, the stallion tried one last tactic. He ran his herd up the steepest hill he could find. He was just crested the top when a terrible scream came from below. One of his mares, a chocolate brown with cream patches in the shape of waves, had fallen on the hill and was floundering in the soft sand. After urging the remaining mares onward, the stallion skidded down the hill to help the fallen mare.
The mare’s turquoise eyes pleaded for help. The stallion screamed for her to get up, but her right hind leg simply would not support her weight. Every time she stood, the mare could only make it a few, painful steps before she fell again. The stallion watched as the other herd and their riders drew closer. Finally, he trumpeted in frustration and pounded back up the hill, leaving the mare to fend for herself.
The mare watched as the pursuing herd closed in on her. Six horses skidded to a stop in front of her, throwing up sand. A thick loop of what looked like woven reeds was put around her neck. The loop tightened and began to pull her forward. Hobbling on three legs, the mare was lead away from the only home she had ever known. Behind her, the stallion screamed his pain into the sky.
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
Last edited by
KayleeBanana on Sat Jun 26, 2010 5:01 am, edited 2 times in total.