[corgie]

Username: corgie
Equid's Name: Krista
Age: 7 years
Gender: Mare
Height:13.1hh
How she got her scars:
Krista always had a passion for water, she enjoyed sitting by streams and listening to their soft bubbling as the water went right by her. She loved the loud roars of waterfalls, and admiring their beauty and the mist that usually surrounded the base. She also enjoyed lakes, as many waterfowl would honk and make all different kinds of sounds, and the soft splishes that fish would make. As she was trekking to her usually spot, alone as she preferred considering she felt company wouldn't make it as calm as she liked. The sun shone on her cherry bay coat and she wondered if she should go to the waterfall on a day like this instead of the stream, quickly she made a sharp turn onto a path she doesn't often go on because of the sheer drops it has. Krista secretly fears high heights, and avoids direct and steep paths and places as much as possible, but if she is with company she'll act like its nothing. Her tail swayed back and forth as she followed up the rocky path.

As she neared the top, she could hear weak cries and saw a duck on an old fallen tree that had been stuck on the top of the waterfall for a few days. She perked her ears, curious to see why the duck wasn't moving, but she realized that its wing must be broken or such. She trotted over, not being careful by the slippery parts and hopped onto the tree branch. The duck turns out didn't have a hurt wing, but its foot was stuck in the tree, she hurriedly tried to break the duck out of its prison knowing the tree wouldn't last much longer. Most of the branches were already broken anyway and her extra weight sure didn't help. After a few tries she eventually freed the duck who flapped away as fast a possible, the tree fell and Krista was almost crushed under it as she fell down the falls. She had hit her nose hard against the branch as it suddenly bumped and she slipped, her nose was bleeding. She tried to figure out how to stop herself from hitting the water, but realized there was no way. She reached the bottom and slashed her shoulder on the rocks as she tumbled from the current. Eventually she weakly broke free from it and collapsed by the shore.

[Inupait]

Username: Inupait
Equid's Name: Kichina (Hopi for 'Spirit, sacred Dancer')
Age: 3 years
Gender: Mare
Height:13.1hh
How she got her scars:
"It was not so very long ago when this story took place. A beautiful mare of a spectacular wild herd of Wild Mountain Equids was preparing to give birth. She was an old wise mare, one of the oldest in the herd, somewhat of a matriarch to the other mares. She was not as strong as she once was and knew this would probably be one of her last foals, so when she felt it was her time she slipped away unnoticed by the rest of her heard to a secret place she had always gone to to give birth. night had only recently fallen when she lay down, her breath was shallow as pain racked itself through her endearing body.

it was several hours in when she realized she was in dreadful trouble. her coat was sopping with sweat and her limbs shook with the effort of bringing her foal into the world. her groans and whinnies of pain did not reach the ears of her family heard, instead it reached the ears of a huge and dangerous male grizzly. it was nearing winter and he was ravenous with the desperation to fatten up for winter. he followed the sounds till he came upon the distressed mother. Attracted by the sent of the newborn that had only just began to peek its head out of its mother womb, the bear seized the little filly by the nose and gave a tremendous jerk. his large teeth left bloody tracks across the tiny nose of the newborn foal.

Too weak to stand and defend her new offspring the mare began to scream. her whinnies of panic split the air like lightning but the bear only continued to drag her helpless foal farther and farther away. The grizzly lost his gripe on the slippery infant and tried to hook her with his claws, leaving another set of bloody gashes on the fresh shoulder of the youngster. The bear hoofed his frustration but jumped back at the sound of a mighty bellow. A stallion reared above him, his hooves slicing dangerously at the air and his mane standing on end. The stallion had finally heard the cries of his beloved mare and come to investigate. Around him came more Equids appeared, manes fluffed and ears laid back, the mighty herd had returned for their matriarch. The bear turned and ran, forfeiting his attempt at his meal.

Once the danger was no more The stallion studied his new daughter. her eyes were bright with wonder as she tried to stand for the first time. she stumbled and fell repeatably but her movement was to graceful that it looked more like a dance then anything else. So the proud stallion and his elderly mare named the little filly Kichina. As Kichina grew it became clear that her scars would be the marks of her lucky rescue, and for the bear... well he went hungry that day and had to live on a diet of bitter grasses till he tucked himself away in his den for winter.

[Wishful Thinking.]

Username: LoveWolves815
Equid's Name: Wyakin [A Native American term that means a personal guardian spirit in the form of an animal]
Age: 5 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 13.1hh
How she got her scars: One day she was running with her heard and they stopped to relax and feed. She noticed something move out of the corner of her eye, but she dismissed it at first. As time went by her gaze shifted over there once again and she saw it. The puma realized the mare was on to him and jumped out, running at the foals who were playing near by. The mare bravely galloped toward him, prepared to defend the herd. The wild cat jumped up slashed her face as her hoof went up and slammed into the cat's chest. The puma was thrown back and hit the grown on his side which made him release a growl. The mare ran forward not done with him yet. She lifted her hooves above him and quickly lowered them in an attempt the stomp onto the predator's chest again. Though right before her hooves hit, the puma sprung up and slashed her once again on the shoulder. The mare had enough. She slammed her head into the cat's side as he landed back on the ground and he rolled back. The puma tried to growled but it came out as more of a whimper from the pain. This time when he jumped up, he run as fast as he could to escape the mare trailing close behind him. The mare turned back to her herd once the cat was a fair distance away. Everyone gathered around her, she was a hero and the foals looked up to her for many years after.

[Kessler]

dropping out, not feeling ti ;u;

[Sambee]

Username:
Sambix
Equid's Name:
Warrior
Age: 4 yrs.
Gender: Mare
Height:13.1hh
How she got her scars:
Warrior got her scars by being, well, a warrior.
When she was just a filly, she had gotten separated from her herd.
During this time, a cougar had thought of her as the perfect meal and slowly stalked her. By the time Warrior discovered that she was a target, it was too late. The cougar had pounced at her, scraping her shoulder as she ran to dodge the attack. Warrior, now injured, stood her ground. She snorted and tried to seem threatening, though she was half of the cougar's size. The cougar jumped her again grabbing her by the snout and holding her to the point she couldn't breathe. Warrior didn't give up though, and began to kick her legs wildly. The burst of energy caught the cougar off guard and it was knocked off balance. Standing on shaky legs, Warrior tried to steady herself, ready to attack again. Just then, a loud, deeper neigh filled the area. A large mare let out an angered snort as she stomped her feet into the ground, close to the cougar. The large cat hissed before retreating, quickly sliding out of sight. Warrior let out a delighted whinnie as her mother stood beside her, nuzzling her brave little warrior.

[Luna~tic]

Dropping out, she is gorgeous, but I'm not clicking with her.

[~Trompy]

Hey Kita, could art relating to the story count? Just one piece, or no?

[KittyCatKita]

Hey Kita, could art relating to the story count? Just one piece, or no?

Um I suppose if you wanted to draw a picture you could lol however I will be mostly judging the story so it wouldn't really increase the chances of winning her XD <3

[Lisette]

Username: a l e r i e;;
Equid's Name: Haereldes' Beauty - Aerie
Age: 3 years young.
Gender: Mare
Height:13.1hh
How she got her scars:
It was a relatively odd day when Aerie received the wounds that ultimately lead to the scars on her face and shoulder. She had wandered down the hill from her herd, getting her feel for the land when an odd scent floated in on the pleasant breeze. With her head lifted towards the sky, she inhaled briefly and carefully, the aroma very unfamiliar to the young filly’s nose and mind. With that, she continued on unaware of the event that was to unfold before her.

A group of humans had recently passed through the area, prior to her herd’s arrival to the valley, for a camping expedition, before moving on. They had carelessly put out the fire they had and when the gentle wind picked up, a few of the embers were blown into the dry grass, flames coming to life with a soft roar. Aerie was unaware of this and she continued on, not sure what the smoke that seemed to grow thicker was, only that it made her throat burn and itch. Now that she felt the effects she turned back but it was too late. The fire was climbing the hill she had come down and now she was trapped.

The flames came towards her and threw her into a panicked frenzy, her feet pounding the earth and eating it as she ran away from the danger, skidding to a halt at the cliff that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Not necessarily a cliff, but a super steep hill that was laden with jagged rocks and boulders here and there. She turned around and made to head the opposite direction but the haze was thicker and she knew it was useless.

Aerie paced in fear and nerves until the roaring of the wildfire returned, closer than before. It appeared through the trees and she realized she had but one choice: to jump over the edge and hope for the best. With a determined breath she started at a trot for the edge, leaping when the heat started to burn at her pelt. As she slid down the hill, she hit rocks and felt small cuts but the ones on her shoulder were deeper as she hit a boulder hard, scraping her side. It wasn’t until she hit the jagged rock with her face that she lost consciousness, waking up the next day to a throbbing in her face and shoulder.

She wandered alone for a while before she found a band of mares lead by a kindhearted stallion, one mare “adopting” her in a sense and helping her recover from her wounds. She knew not what happened to her original herd but she only hoped they had made it out alive.
{ Word count: 454 words. This is the condensed version of what I had originally written, which is why it jumps around so much. }

[Charchar2]

Hey Kita, could art relating to the story count? Just one piece, or no?

Um I suppose if you wanted to draw a picture you could lol however I will be mostly judging the story so it wouldn't really increase the chances of winning her XD <3

OH NO YOU DONT TROMPY
//curses
I can't compete with your art @ A @

lol I'll have to make some art then too haha XDD