[KittyCatKita]

Half Skeleton. Due to the changes in classifications, half skeletons can no longer pass on any skeletal marks when breeding. Please see the Information Centre for more details

Theme: Friday the 13th
Theme Trait: 13 quip
Breeding Limitations: 13 quip must be altered when being passed on. Cannot breed with other Friday the 13th equids.
All themed equids must follow the rules found in the Information Centre

Coat: Dark Wolf Dun
Eye: Red
Quip: Multicolour Regular


I love how he came out.. Ok with all the talk of a Friday the 13th equid at the club I couldn't help myself 8D a "sister" will be coming so you can choose between boy or girl lol Can you find the 13 on him? xD jk

To try for him, write a short story about his most memorable misadventure (It is Friday the 13th after all). Maximum of 1000 words, you may edit and WIP

Username: Phale
Equid's Name: Abaddon
Age: 13
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story:
The night was dark, the ground below briefly illuminated by the moon that hung above. Weightless clouds darting across the milky surface, in the moons own version of hide and seek, blanketing the land beneath in total darkness only to tease those below with a hint of light. Luminescent eyes of the creatures that called the forest home, blinked in a series of Morse codes as each ray of moonlight hit them, then disappearing in the black shadows that they were one with. An owls shriek sounded above, the cries of that nights meal blending in with the predators, echoing into the dark.

A shiver coursed down the spine of the beast that stood motionlessly within the depths of this very forest. Vermilion eyes cast to and fro, heightened senses, paranoia and a deep foreboding were a terrible concoction within the creature. A panic was rising and it caused his heart to beat against his chest, everything he heard or thought he saw was a potential threat. How he had found his way so deeply in this thicket of woods, he could not remember. It had been daylight and before he knew what had happened, dusk had crept upon him and night even quicker. Now he was trapped, unsure of his location and any safety that would be around, unfamiliar and alone.

SNAP!
A twig breaks. Weight. Something big had broken a twig. On the ground. Coming towards him. Behind!

His heart slammed to a stop for a mere second before throbbing back in time, its speed increasing. Whirling around towards the sound, his ears twisted almost cruelly as he listened for any tell tale signs of what had made that sound, but the only sound he could hear was the pounding of his heart as it beat its tempo against his chest. Trembling legs shifted, the feeling of powerlessness washing over him. Whatever was out there, whatever had broken that branch, was not moving. A revelation overcomes him, causing the fear within him to rise. Had whatever broken that branch, wanted him to know it was there, watching him?

A shrill whinny escapes trembling lips, a rush of air leaves his nostrils as he tries to calm himself down. He plants his legs apart, the trembling only now slightly visible, as he stands erect towards the last location he heard the snap. The mane that ran from his face to his tail begins to rise as his body shifts to 'fight stance'. He arches his neck and lifts his chest, the muscles there increasing in size as he tries to perfect the appearance that he is a creature one should not engage in a battle. Air exits his nostrils in a rush, each breath of air expands his ribs and gives the illusion of an even bigger body.

Crunch...Crunch...Crunch...snap!

Eyes widen, his body shifts and he rises off the ground for a brief moment of panic, the illusion of a fierce fighter gone. A shrill call exits his lips as fear over takes him. His pose hadn't worked! It was coming now! For him! Clouds shift over the moon, draping the world in darkness. The wind picked up, rustling the leaves on the trees, the branches creaking in tune and then...

nnnnEeeEEeiIIiiiirrrrrr....

The sound echoed, carried on the wind and seemingly coming from every direction. A tone so haunting and hoarse it could only be a ghost! He would not stay any longer! Flight overcame him and his muscles bunched, setting him away from whatever was within the forest. He crashed through the forest, branches slapping against his face and pulling his mane, but he didn't care. The creatures of the night that happened to be in his path scattered as he thundered past.

BREAK! RUSTLE! CRUNCH! CRACK! SNAP!

Fear reached a new peak for the sounds he heard behind him were not his own crashing course he was making through the forest. Whatever was behind him, was taking chase, but he was tiring and the adrenaline was slowly ebbing. His body felt weak as he crashed out of the forest, the dark entities within it behind him. A last root from the woods tripped him and he tumbled, landing in a tired heap. The sound of the ghost coming closer to him was too much, and as he heard its call again, he passed out...

r-r-rustle...

Levaire poked her head out from between bushes and tree limbs, shaking her head to rid itself of debris that had entangled itself within her mane. Nostrils flaring at the exertion of chasing after the other Equid she had spotted in a clearing, unsure of why he had taken to fleeing after she had called out, her own voice hoarse from calling out in hopes someone could help her find her way out of the forest for she had become lost as well. Fuchsia eyes caught sight of the limp body on the ground, her head cocked in curiosity, as a thought ran through her head. "What an odd equid..."

841 words
name meaning: In the Hebrew Bible, abaddon is used with reference to a dwelling place of the dead, often appearing alongside the better-known term שאול (sheol). In the New Testament Book of Revelation, an angel called Abaddon is shown as the king of an army of locusts; his name is first transcribed in Greek (Revelation 9:11 — "whose name in Hebrew Abaddon" (Ἀβαδδὼν)), and then translated ("which in Greek means the Destroyer" (Ἀπολλύων, Apollyon)). The Latin Vulgate, as well as the Douay Rheims Bible, has an additional note (not present in the Greek text), "in Latin Exterminans", exterminans being the Latin word for "destroyer".

[Scarlip]

I've decided I'll most probably not go for him cause I feel like I've not clicked enough with him, someone else might cherish him more. <3
I'm still keeping this post under the "possible reserved" title as there is the slight chance that he'll grow on me during these two weeks so that I change my mind to apply, but it's unlikely. x3

[Poison Wolf]

Dropping out. Good luck to all, and congrats to the winner!

[RainbowFinch]

Username: RainbowFinch
Equid's Name:
Age: 10 Years
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story: W.I.P

[wildly-unaware]

Username: wildhorse027
Equid's Name: Coup d'etat (Meaing 'Revolution' Of sorts / His nickname is Skull - He hates this nickname)
Age: 5
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story:

This Friday is Friday the 13th!
I know ! It's one of 3 Friday the 13th's this year, and they are all 13 weeks apart! This won't happen for another 666 years!
Wow isn't that creepy?

Skull gritted his teeth and rolled his eyes and the stupid superstitions heard of around him.
These superstitions have made him well known in these mountains and not in the good way. Coup d'etat now keeps himself to himself, living a life as a loner stallion. And its not that he wants too.
Coup d'etat walked towards the two young Equids, he was about to pass them on his travels, yet they trotted away with wide eyes. Skull sighed. He thought they might of forgot him by now but his unlucky ways always seem to be remembered. The day before today he had went out to meet with one of the very few friends who trusted him, at a lake. That night a storm had came and he didn't want to take the risk of trying to get all the way back to his home in that, so he stayed at the lake, forgetting the next day was the 13th, Friday the 13th. Usually Skull would stay in his clearing halfway up the mountain on these days, but not this day....

Skull walked along with his head down hoping nobody else would notice him, but his distinctive brindle didn't help that. Any other equids he encountered would dash away quickly, one even had to take a second glace at him, which hurt him more. As he began walking down a hill another mare started to trot passed him and made a strange grunting noise and gave him a disapproving look as she trotted faster. The mare eventually couldn't stop when she came to the bottom and fell straight down. Coup d'etat rushed down and asked if she was alright, "Yuck,get away from me! This was your fault! You Unlucky beast." Skull was shocked at the outburst and then was angry, he gritted his teeth then swung round brushing the mare with his tail. As he walked farther down quite an open field Skull walked past a young couple and their new foal learning how to walk. Coup d'etat looked at them, he loved foals, but could never admit that. As he walked past the foal fell to its feet. The parents immediately looked up and glared at Coup d'etat until he was far enough away.

It's always me..
He thought to himself. Beginning to think more about the accidents he realized it might not of been his 'unluckiness' - as the mare had said - that caused these troubles. When the mare was trotting down the hill he remembered the large patch of mud at the bottom and how muddy the mare was when she got up, that's why he was walking slow too because he didn't want to slip. Since that mare was trotting so fast there was no way she could of stayed standing. He then thought about the young couple and their foal, they are standing quite close to where a landslide happened last year, the foal could have tripped on a rock or something. Coup d'etat let out a loud and happy sigh and shook his head. What nonsense he thought.
All along he was also the one believing in all of the superstitious nonsense too.

Quite a bit over 500 words c:

[Wishful Thinking.]

W.I.P c:

Username:
Equid's Name:
Age:
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story:

[Remini]

Username: Misha
Equid's Name: Jack
Age: 3
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story:
Although some may expect such a mischievous looking stallion to be a trickster, a jerk, or even a cocky stallion, Jack was a solemn boy, with a horrible curse that seemed followed him about, which absolutely broke his surprisingly fragile heart.

He was just a young colt, with the misfortune of being born on the cursed date of Friday the 13th. The day he was born was a rainy one, the clouds loomed overhead forebodingly, and the second he was born into the world, misfortune began to spread like a dark wild fire across his herd. Equids went missing, got injured and ill, and some even left the herd they were so fearful.

As he grew, his herd began to find out he was the cause. He was never injured or the target of the incidents, and always seemed to be in perfect health unlike the rest. He was shunned, and exiled from them at the young age of two.

This is where his adventure, or misadventure, truly begins. When he was cast from his home, he began wandering around, and soon found shelter in a dark cave, that dripped mysterious white liquids that were thick, and tasted nothing like water. It smelled of decay and honestly, something seemed to be rotting somewhere in the depths. Small bones littered the floor, but he had always been a fan of the abnormal, gory, and spooky things, so he was more intriqued then frightened.

He made his home in the cave, and would have adored to live their forever, but on his first night there, as he was asleep, an incident occured.

Bump. Bump. Scccchr. Scccccchr.

He opened an eye, confused and curious all at once. The sound was almost like that of a dying animal, like a haunting scream that echoed through the cave and made even the bones on the floor shiver in fear.

The sound grew louder with each passing second, as the screech neared his cave. It was eerie, and even as a fan of the supernatural he quaked as he attempted to press himself as close to the floor as equidly possible.

Paws scraping against the cave, like a nail over a blackboard. Hissing, screeching, the sounds of the animal haunting his every moment. That's when they came into view. It wasn't a dying animal that he'd heard, in fact it wasn't just an animal. It was two animals. Two large cats to be exact. He couldn't make them out in the darkness, but he could tell they were fighting and screaming as if they were being tortured or murdered.

They moved closer to his hiding place, but the animals were abosrbed in their conflict. They rolled across the ground, like two mad men fighting over what method of killing to use.

Honestly, Jack wouldn't have been so terrifed if the animals weren't screaming. He didn't even know cats could scream, not like that. They sounded demonic, and he knew it was real life. Not a story, not a fantasy, a dream, not a legend.

He jumped to his feet at the first chance he saw, the smaller of the cats had been pinned down and was being attacked by the larger one. The cats paused their fighting and looked at him in unision at the sound of hoofbeats, their bright yellow eyes glinting in the darkness.

The cats bore their reddened teeth proudly, like medals of honor. They stopped fighting and looked at him, and stopped their horrid defeaning screaming as well. It was dead silent besides the sound of Jacks loud heartbeat and the drip of the white liquid, and he decided to make a run for it, hoping luck, or unluckiness in his case, was on his side at this very moment in time.

He jumped over the two cats, and at that split second one of the cats reached a paw up to scratch him, but some of the thick liquid that dripped from the ceiling dropped into the cats eye, causing it to screech and recoil, removing it's paw from the air.

Jack nickered in excitement and joy, adrenaline pumping as he raced out of the cave followed by the howls of the frustrated and injured cats.

He was simply a equid, who bore the mark of what was seemingly a curse, the sign 13 on his haunches. Who'd thought he'd lost everything, and who became best friends with his misfortune. The wonder with the spider leg quipping, the blood red marks, the skull shaped mask, blood red eyes, the one who embraced and won alongside his worst enemy; his fear of himself.

The cursed loner who befriended and accepted everything about himself because of a misadventure that reshaped his views towards a blessing in disguise, that he never even saw coming.

-It's like 800 words ^^ This is what the cats sound like, in case anyone was wondering x3 It's pretty freaky.-

[Zvarjaciely]

Username: .:{Sweet Dreams.}:.
Equid's Name: Alcheman, or in other words "the devil's alchemy".
Age: 7 years, 6 months
Gender: Stallion
Height: 14.3hh
Story:
The red stripes in the stallion's mane ruffled in the predawn breeze. Alcheman raised his head and pricked his striped ears, staring calmly at his peacefully sleeping herd. As he lifted his gaze to the lightening gray sky, a spectacular- not to mention incredibly dangerous- idea wormed its way into Alcheman's dark and twisted mind. It came to rest there, and lent defiance and courage to his hoofsteps, and so it became Alcheman's plan of the day- and, if he managed to survive, the greatest adventure of his life. Alcheman planned to go the gorge. The gorge was a place seldom spoken about, and only directly from mouth to ear, with cautious and suspicious glances cast about at nearly every word. But Alcheman had keener hearing than most, and more importantly, he knew how to stay hidden. So he had picked up enough about the gorge to know where it was and all of the dangers it held. But the biggest one was the gorge itself- a surely fatal plummet. At the bottom of a tremendously long fall lay a raging, roaring river, sure to pick up an unsuspecting equid in its current, and pin them to the rocky floor until they wasted their final bubble of oxygen on a futile scream for help. But Alcheman was a thrill-seeker, and always had been, and despite being a mischievous equid, even to the point of evil, he was determined, and once he set his mind to something there was nothing he couldn't do.

He cast one final glance back at his herd, then crept away, low to the ground with his elegant ears pinned against his neck- an unnecessary precaution. He snorted softly, perking up as he trotted away from them. His herd wouldn't notice, probably wouldn't even care, that he had gone missing. And he certainly wouldn't miss them. He had never felt any feelings of love towards any of them. What an odd word, love. Alcheman thought that it was such a sweet word, filled with romance...something that had never even faintly stirred in his dark, cold heart. Alcheman pondered the word, then shoved the thought away peevishly as he nimbly leapt a patch of thorny bushes. Soon after getting through the thicket, Alcheman realized he might not be welcomed by the massive, black tree trunks that loomed over his head. Immense branches intertwined far above, blocking out any sunlight. Nervous, and tempted for a mere heartbeat to turn back, he stood, but a rogue courage suffused his blood, and he found the determination to keep his hooves on their steady path.

Winding carefully through the close-packed trees, Alcheman began to wonder how big this forest was. He knew the journey would take several hours, which was why he had prepared by leaving at dawn, but still the misty woods seemed to stretch on forever. After long hours of faded silence traveling through the thick fog, Alcheman saw a faint stream of light ahead and began to pick up his pace, until he was a speeding bullet rocketing towards the sun's rays. Even though he was a peculiar and twisted equid, yes, did it not mean he could enjoy a romp in the sunshine? He let out a triumphant bray as he emerged at the bottom of a steep, grassy plateau, and charged up the side without second thought, legs pumping faster and harder as he faced up the sheer side. In no time at all he reached the top, flanks heaving...
and almost cannoned off the side.
Sitting down almost flat on his haunches, dragging his tail, and planting his forelegs firmly in the ground, Alcheman just managed to avoid careening off the edge. Adrenaline surged through his veins and his heart sped up, thrumming harder and louder until he thought that it might burst out of his chest. Now that he knew where the edge was, he gazed off to the west, where a rockier unknown territory lay. But the thrill did not wear off at the prospect- rather, it gained power. Alcheman had found the gorge.

Prancing regally, he advanced forward. Proud and arrogant, the stallion danced around, rearing and twirling cockily as he could. Trotting on his merry way, Alcheman made good progress and in no time at all had crossed into the more treacherous footing of the gorge. Even that was no problem for him- for deep inside, not from his heart but maybe some other organ like his liver, he knew that he could tackle any terrain, no matter how tough. Just to be safe, though, he did slow in a few tricky spots. Alcheman grew more cofident as the trail widened, and began a slow waltzing step again- however, his journey had been long, and growing lazy, he altered his game slightly. Tired of walking with his legs slow and stiff, he swung one foreleg after the other out over the very edge, then brought it back in to put the other one out. Surely from a distance, it would have looked every weird, but Alcheman was enjoying every bit of it, almost proud to be flaunting the white '13' emblazoned on his coat.. It was just his sort of luck, then, when his left foreleg shot off into nothingness.

Just a simple misstep could quite possibly have led to his demise. He swung his left foreleg out, prepared to bring it under again as he had done so many times, but had oh-so-slightly miscalculated and had placed his hoof half on solid ground and half over the edge...faster than he could imagine, Alcheman found his leg cannon out against nothing. The shock brought his chin slamming into the ground, and his eyes were rolling in his head with the vibrations. After the shock had thrummed out of him, he attempted weakly to stand, knowing he chanced his life on this attempt. He failed. Alcheman slid halfway down the cliffside, thankfully on a smooth yet steep as ever path. Scars that are long faded now scraped the fur off of his beautiful coat, but he determinedly clung to life. However, the battered and bruised stallion gave in to the pain of his foreleg, and he blacked out.

Alcheman survived in the rocky side cleft he had fallen into, barely managing to survive. He nibbled on willow leaves when a breeze brought he branches close enough, but thirst eventually drove him on a desperate flight to the river. Fortunately, he made it down, and while it was certainly not good for his well-being, he got there in fairly good condition. Fearful at first but rapidly warming up, he drank his fill and then slept by the river. Alcheman repeated this cycle for the next week, and he realized no river current swept him away, no creatures snuck up in him in the night. He was safe, but the gorge was not his domain. So on the eighth afternoon, he left, following the curve of the river and hobbling along as best as he could manage well into the night. It was nearly midnight when he clambered up a new, gentler plateau adjacent to the old one. This was his new, lonesome home. The utterly horrible for his badly sprained left foreleg, for he gave it no time to heal, and he still walks with a limp today because it never healed right. That limp in his left foreleg, along with four scars- one under his chin, one under his right ehe, one over the crest of his flank and one along his ribs- are the still-existent physical evidence of his dangerous journey through the gorge. But most importantly of all, he had survived- something no other equid to attempt it before had ever done. To this day, and most likely for all eternity, that dah was Alcheman's greatest misadventure.

[pouty]

Username: Hopeful.
Equid's Name: Nomed { Demon backwards }
Age: 6.5 years old.
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story:
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[clara.anne]

Username: clara.anne
Equid's Name: Sethos
Age: 6
Gender: Stallion
Height:14.3hh
Story:
That morning, Sethos felt himself wondering if the world just had a grudge against him. He was probably right. Ever since he was born on that Friday, he had attracted bad luck like a fish bowl attracts neighborly cats. Sometimes, the herd somehow managed to misplace him and leave him behind through the mountains and forests. He was starting to think they did it on purpose, due to his ability to create havoc and chaos wherever he was. Obviously today wasn't an exception.

Sethos woke with a start and a small whinny. Something had just bounced off his head. A large rotten branch lay innocently on the ground in front of him. Giving a groan and blinking, he looked around. The grass swayed, the sun warm, and the clouds seemed to be chuckling at him. No herd. Seth sighed and pulled himself to his feet out of the long tickling grass. Being lost didn't bother him nearly as much as it probably should have, he was used to it. Shaking his mane and trying to ignore the undoubtedly blooming lump on his head, he stumbled out of the shade of the weeping tree at the edge of the forest. He began to trek grudgingly across the meadow. He was probably going the wrong way.

He spent 10 minutes trying to shake off an angry hawk that decided to dive-bomb at him. Then he reached the rocky bottom of the start of the mountainside. Living in the mountains, you got used to climbing steep slopes. He just needed to get some height so he could get a view and spot his herd. Climbing was slow progress and the further he got up, the less grass there was and the more shrubs and rocks. He cut his leg on a jagged rock and his hooves kept slipping. Then he somehow managed to fall backwards right into a nettle bush which he was positive hadn't been there seconds before. Once he'd shaken most of the prickles out his mane and tail tuft, he was starting to wonder why he even bothered. He wished life would be easier, but then, nothing was easy if you were born unlucky.

He had barely rested for more than a minute when his mane prickled and his whole body went rigid. He didn't need to turn around, his senses told him whatever was behind him was no friend. Then he heard a low growl.
He slowly turned. The wild cat was crouched, like a statue, watching his every move. Seth knew inside was clockwork, a spring being wound up that could explode any second.
He wasn't going to wait for that second.
With a shrill whinny, he leapt over the rock, hurling back down the mountainside, over the rocks and shrubs. From the loud, aggrieved yowl, he knew the cat had sprung after him. There was no way he was going to fight a wild cat ever in his life. Without luck on his side, he wouldn’t stand a chance and he knew it. Seth believed in self-preservation and wasn't foolish, despite what you may have thought due to his bad luck charm. He heard rocks tumbling after him, and then there was a deep rumbling noise. He couldn't hear the cat's yowls anymore.
As he toppled and scrambled down the mountain he felt the ground shaking and heard an almighty crash. He dared a glance behind him and instantly wished he hadn't. A wall of rocks was cascading after him and the cat had vanished. A landslide.
He started galloping faster that he ever had before. Even faster than the time a wild bear and its entire extended family had chased him.Somehow, by some unseen power, he didn't trip. He made it to the bottom and sped across the meadow back the way he'd come. Thankfully the hawk wasn't still there. The rock fall was enough to deal with. He kept running until he was certain the ground had stopped shaking and the tumbling in his ears had gone. He didn’t look back this time; he had no idea where the wild cat was but didn't want to find out. Limping now that the pain in his leg hit him, he carried on into the darkness of the trees. He noticed that clouds had swallowed the sun.

He had only been wandering for a few minutes when he somehow walked headfirst into a tree. As he sat there, his head spinning, a buzzing filled his ears. At first he thought it was just in his head. And then he looked up.
Above him, a beehive was swaying precariously on a branch.
"You have got to be kidding." He said out loud.
And with that, the hive dropped. He rolled out the way just in time as bees erupted from the shattered hive. On his feet and galloping, Seth nearly raced into about three more trees that loomed out of the shade. He felt a few sharp stings on his tail as he sped along, feet stumbling.
Then he saw a flash of pale blue between the branches. Water. Thrashing the rest of the way through the undergrowth, he rushed up to the edge of the small lake and threw himself into the water. When he came up for air, the bees were gone. After a minute, he started to shiver. He dragged himself onto the grassy bank, stretched out on the ground. He was about to close his eyes when he looked down. A small brown snake was about to wrap itself around his hoof, tongue flicking. He sprang to his feet backwards and then tripped, landing awkwardly in the grass a meter away. Why me, was all he thought before he closed his eyes, defeated. Maybe the sun would come out and he could get dry. He'd like to get dry so he could keep looking for his herd.

A drop of rain landed on his muzzle.