[parlaymars]

Owner: Kossith.
Equid Name: Aherin, meaning 'lord of horses'
Equid Age: 5 years
Height: 13.3hh
Gender: Male
SHORT story:
This is what Aherin sees:

A mass of moving bodies, two lone figures upon a rise looking down at the herd. A flicker of grass as a gangly colt leaps to his mother's side, safe as can be in her warm shadows. A toss of manes and the swishing of tails made sluggish by the summer's heat. The figures are closer now, the herd is nervous as a cornered dog. With practice the figures cut the mare and her new foal out of the group, lead them away.

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This is what Aherin does:
The others do not seem concerned for the mare and her foal. But Aherin knows too well the brute nature of these figures, knows too the fragile bones of a newborn colt. So he follows from a safe distance to the barn he has seen, watches as the mare and her foal are led inside.

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This is what Aherin hears:
Harsh shouting soon follows the disappearance of the mare and her foal. At this he is worried, relieving the painful agony of the shouting he has known from his own life. But to strong in his blood is the fire of his ancestors, and stronger still is his need to protect his own. And so a charge of thundering hooves is led, crashing into the flimsy barn doors and scattering the figures mulling about the mare and her frightened foal.
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A scream of indignity leaves his throat as burning ropes are tossed around his neck. The pain is minimal and more of a irksome novelty than a true hindrance, it is enough for his strength to pull the ropes from his captors’ hands and easier still to shepherd the mare and her foal to the opposite end of the barn.

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But he is too late to save her, too late to save the tiny foal as the barn is closed. Cut off from the herd they are nothing, three souls afloat in a sea of treachery. There is a rock in the sea of bodies, so much like his herd and yet the wrong species. The din deafens his ears and rings in his skull, the mare and the foal slip from his side and are washed away into the sea of figures. But the rock, he makes his way towards the rock like a dying man towards the sea. A hand reaches out to stroke a velvety nose, calming and steady as the churning waves.

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This is what Aherin feels:
A calmness sweeps through him at the touch of the figure, slender hands calming his body and soothing his aching mind. Rumbles emanate from a slender waist, a figure dressed in the muted colors of the forest. He allows himself to be led into a stall, the noise fading to a soft hum. He feels more at peace than ever before, only stirring when heated words are discussed between the rock and one of the figures from before. He knows something is happening, but cannot bring himself to care. His rock will stay, and perhaps take him to a new place. Not now, not while the rock is unable too, but soon.

Soon.

And Aherin dreams.

[Inupait]

Owner: Inupait
Equid Name: Gosheven but Chev for short (This means 'great leaper')
Equid Age: 4 years
Height: 13.3hh
Gender: Male
SHORT story:

Gosheven watched the snow flakes dancing over the pine trees as they made there descent down from the never ending sky. they were so free, as they floated over the wild places of these mountains. Chev wanted to be like them, he wanted to be free. Chev glared at the fence that kept him enclosed in this place, it was his enemy. He had challenged it repeatable only to be recaptured and returned to this place. he hated it here, there was nothing for him, humans came and went but none loved him. He was special but no one treated him so.

It was while he was watching the free falling specs of white snow when he was startled by a quiet whistle. Chev swung his head in the direction of the sound his bright eyes focusing on a familiar face. It was the stable boy, tall and lean, his face was a mask to the equid, his emotion difficult to read. Chev flicked his tail dismissively. but the whistle came again, it was friendly so Chev looked again. this time the boy wore a childish smile. "They say you will jump that fence again today" he said, a hint of a laugh in his young voice. Chev's ears swivelled towards him. "This time i wish you would take me with you" the boy added solemnly. A cruel shot came from the direction of the barns and the boy sighed, turning away from Chev and began to walk away in the direction of the shout. Chev plodded after him, throwing his head over the rail fence to watch. the boy interested him, he was not like the others, he seemed to not like it here either.

That evening Chev stared down the dreaded fence once more, his tail head pressed against the opposing fence giving him as much running distance as possible, Chev's muscles bunched and he sprang forward, his hooves pounded the warn grooves in the ground from his many attempts. when he reached the fence he leapt high into the air, his front hooves reaching for the sky. but in that split second he had misjudged his distance from the fence. the brutal wooden boards slammed into his knees and he found himself draped over the top bar of the fence before his weight drug him back down into the coral.

Stunned Chev lay on the ground, a look of defeat passing over his gaze. But there was the boy. he slipped through the bars and came to the equids side, his hands were so gently that Chev found himself leaning into them. "I talked to him, but he says you are worth more then anything i could ever afford" he began to say, Chev didn't understand his human babbling but he found comfort in his voice. "But ill show him, I promos you, we'll both get out of this place someday.... i just hope its together" Chev found hope in the boy's words and gently nibbled at his sleeve, the boy laughed and patted him kindly before returning to the barns.

It was several days later when the boy visited Gosheven again, there was deep sadness in his gaze this time, he stroked Chev's nose distantly as he spoke. "the boss has decided to sell you to a ranch far away, i'll never see you again" he said softly. Chev nosed him, attempting to comfort him as he had done Chev earlier. "But i told him i would pay twice as much as the ranch would for you, I don't have that kind of money right now, even with all the savings i've been keeping to get ya" when the boy left Chev this time, the air was not filled with the relaxation he usually left, it seemed to crackle with uncertainty. Chev feared he would never see his friend again. that night he didn't even try to escape, he just stood silently, listening, waiting, hoping the boy would return for him.

At dawn the next morning Chev heard the sound of a heated conversation between humans. it grew louder and louder. But when it fell silent the boy came running, his eyes were bright with happiness as he scaled the fence and came to Chev's side. "I did it!" he said, grinning wildly. "My granps gave me the rest of the money to get you, he said that as long as i take good care a ya your mine" he patted Chev's neck, the excitement filling Chev's heart with joy. That day he was moved to a peaceful place, it didn't have the tall fences and barns that the previous place had, but it was covered in trees, there was only one fence that separated it from the rest of the forest, but the wide open field gave Gosheven the freedom he had been seeking. he was contented and got to stay with the boy.

[rax]

Owner: Raxacorico
Equid Name: Hobbit
Equid Age: 7
Height: 13.3hh
Gender: Male
SHORT story: The sting of sweat in my eyes jolted me away from the bored stupor of cleaning the stalls. I paused for a second to catch my breath, but my boss noticed and menacingly told me off and screamed at me to get back to work. Sometimes I wondered why I worked there, but then I remember what my family was like before I got this job. We would be living on the streets and starving; I don't think my mother could live through that again. So I sighed and kept shoveling, stall to stall, row to row, until both barns were squeaky clean. Just as I was putting my shovel back in the tack room, I heard a truck pull into the ranch's driveway and I ran outside. To my surprise attached to the truck was a tall trailer, obviously with some sort of equine aboard. I sat on the wooden fence and watched as the events unfolded and from what I could tell, this was no ordinary horse. It was hard to tell with the creature fighting to stay in the truck, but I swear I saw a pair of electric yellow eyes catch the sunlight.

It was almost dark before they got the stubborn animal out of the truck, but I didn't care. My mom would love to hear about this, she always wanted to hear about my job. My jaw dropped as the beautiful, athletic stallion was finally coaxed out of the truck. This was like no horse I had ever seen before, with it's long tail and it's mane going all the way to halfway down his tail. For a moment I swear he met my eyes, and then he continued to toss his head and flare his nostrils. He was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, and I was in awe. The stable owner said that this stallion was called a wild mountain equid, and they had just brought him from an abusive owner. They put him in a freshly cleaned stall and my boss ushered me home. My dreams were of that beautiful stallion that night.

The next day I got to work early to see the stallion in the daylight, who they had named Hobbit. As I sat on the fence watching the equid prance around the pasture with his ears pinned back and his tail in the air, the stallion suddenly turned right around and started walking cautiously towards me. His ears went up with his head questioningly tilted to the side as his tail lowered. My heart beating in my chest, the untrained, almost feral equid walked straight towards me until his nose was nearly touching mine. He seemed quite relaxed, so I gingerly put my hand on the side of his face and started petting him. This was probably his first time being touched kindly by a human, so he flinched a bit, but then seemed to relax immediately. If I stopped petting, he would nuzzle my hand and nicker sadly.

I sat there petting the equid until his ears suddenly went back and he tensed. A truck with a different trailer pulled in to the driveway. I walked over to the stable owner, and she said that these people were buying Hobbit. My heart lept to my throat, and for some reason I blurted out, "But he's mine." My boss gave me a raised eyebrow and went back to her paperwork, "Only in your dreams, kid." Frustrated and angry, I walked back over to Hobbit's pasture. The soon-to-be-owners were already there, admiring the apparently rare-colored equid. They were complaining about him being so far away, so I clucked my tongue and he came trotting to me. The buyer's looked astonished, whispered to each other, and then asked me if I had ever trained horses before.

Now every day for four hours I go over to the couple's house and train their horses, equids, and other various pets. They even have given my family a place to stay, in their rental house across the street. I get to see Hobbit everyday, and I'm getting him ready for a sled-pulling competition this winter. This is almost better than owning him, because I get paid to spend time with him!

[cmichb]

Owner:
Equid Name:
Equid Age:
Height: 13.3hh
Gender: Male
SHORT story:


WIP

[MapleNeko]

Owner:~MapleFeather~
Equid Name:Glade
Equid Age: 5 years
Height: 13.3hh
Gender: Male
SHORT story: WIP :3

[Poison Wolf]

Owner: Poison Wolf
Equid Name: Scorpio
Equid Age: 3 years
Height: 13.3hh
Gender: Male
SHORT story: Scorpio was born during a terrible blizzard. His herd, fearful of the prowling wolves, abandoned him on the foot of the mountain, fearing his yellow eyes to be kin of the wolf. He cried out for his mother, lost, cold, alone, and afraid with night closing in, but his herd continued to run away. Shivering, he curled up, still crying out. A poor miner, crossing the plains below the mountain, bundled up in his ragged coat, heard the heartbreaking pleas. He looked up into the mountain, and did not hear the cry again. About to keep moving, Scorpio cried out again. The miner determinedly scaled the few feet to the narrow ledge that Scorpio was huddled on. He collected the shivering newborn foal into his arms and began carrying him to his shabby home in the nearby woods. Once there, he set Scorpio in front of his fireplace, warming the foal while he brought some milk to a boil. He poured it into a bottle and mixed honey with it, letting it cool down enough for Scorpio to drink. As Scorpio nuzzled into his coat and fell asleep, the poor miner smiled and stroked his mane. He knew he could only take care of the colt for a little while, he didn't have enough money from his unsuccessful mining to feed a horse. He stroked the colt's soft mane and smiled again. It was November 21st. The last day of the Zodiac sign for Scorpio. "That's what I'll name you," The miner smiled.
For the next few months, Scorpio lived off milk and honey, and every once in a while, a sugar cube from the poor miner. However, he was starting to eat solid food, and hay and grain were expensive. The poor miner knew what he had to do. He walked Scorpio back to the mountain he had found him on. Scorpio followed loyally, they often went on walks together. When the poor miner tried to leave, Scorpio just kept following. The miner shoved Scorpio away, who whinnied, not understanding that he couldn't live with him anymore. The miner began to run, leaving Scorpio all alone, just like he had been abandoned when he was a foal. He cried out after his friend, his heart breaking, but the poor miner couldn't look back, or he'd break down. A few days later, the miner struck gold. Literally. He now had enough money to do whatever he wanted, but what he wanted was his sweet little Scorpio back. As he sat in his house, he began to weep for his friend. Oh, if only I had kept him! He thought. A familiar snort caught his attention. He looked up- and there he was. As if heavensent, Scorpio, with his head stuck through the miner's open window. He had walked all the way back, and was terribly thin from nearly five days without food, but he whickered happily when he saw his friend. The miner ran outside and embraced Scorpio. They lived happily together, without a care in the world, just a man and his best Equine friend.

(Oh gosh hope it's not too long, I sometimes get carried away.. He's so pretty Birch!)

[Zvarjaciely]

Reservereservereservereserve omaigosh *-*
I...I just.
So. Amazing. quq

Owner: .:{Sweet Dreams.}:.
Equid Name: Adabaki- meaning 'Patched Phantom' in Basque.
Equid Age: A lively 4 years, and 3 months.
Height: 13.3hh
Gender: Male
Short story: All spelling mistakes will be fixed later today. <3
I'm sorry- I know only 2 or 3 sentences in the final paragraph express that the human does not have the money to keep him around. I may or may not alter it slightly- I was just so focused on the story itself, and of course there was the paragraph limit {which I totally understand}, so I basically just focused on the story and the actual adventure. I also tried to stick to being really descriptive. So...that's it. x3

Adabaki stalked silently through the eerie, shadowed forest, a few shafts of moonlight picking their way through the leafless branches to rest their cold fingers on his coat and illuminate his white patches. Long ears, carefully set on top of his head for maximum hearing ability, swiveled around to catch any stray sound he could possibly be making. Walking straight through a human-owned forest in the middle of the night was not exactly his most safe or well thought out plan ever, but he was determined to carry through with it. A barely three-year-old colt, firm-set in his desire to prove himself to his herd. Perhaps, one day, he would charge ahead, leading his herd valiantly and protecting them always. Yes, someday, he would be the head of the bunch, the lead stallion.

A noise alerted Adabaki to another presence. He froze, limbs locking into place, feathery tail drooping to the decaying leaf floor. The dusting wisps caught one another, and soon entangled each other with a sound like a fluttering whisper of a breeze. This was no mere squirrel, and it certainly had not been him. Hardly daring to breathe, Adabaki stood noble in the moonlight, outline paled by the light of the full moon. He awaited his capture and his punishment, and knew he should never have taken thus risk. But alas, it was too late for the bombard of "what if's", as the young stallion saw the little human, who was immediately swallowed up into the glare of the moon when it took a few steps into the clearing.

Cautiously, she approached him, her light brown hair held back in a very loose ponytail. Her green eyes shone, reminding Adabaki of his own mother's emerald gaze. He held back obstinately, refusing to let the young child get anywhere near him. His nostrils flared; the whites of his eyes flashed; and he felt the sensation to rear up and flee as she pressed him back against a massive redwood tree. Frightened, he let out a fierce bray, which terrified the girl almost to the point of tears, but she held firm, walking towards him now with a lowered stare and an outstretched hand. Slowly, Adabaki realized that the little human meant him no harm- she only wanted to touch his silky white coat, with the same burning curiosity as he had once had to harness. He looked again at the human, and saw parts of himself reflected in her. So he relaxed, alert but calmer, and let her tiny palm land gently on his shoulder.

He disliked the touch, but the faint gasp of awe from the girl made it bearable. The clouds floated away, lifting away into skies unknown to reveal the bright, shining moon again. And another ghostly touch lightly fingered Adabaki's coat, the moonlight touched by a chilled wind- and again he looked like no more than a patchy, faded phantom. This time, while the young child was still frightened, she was also too fascinated to have any sort of reaction whatsoever. After a long moment of an almost haunted silence, the human reached for him again, but this time did not only stroke him but hugged him, chest to chest ,with her arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders. He snorted, causing her to jump, but then the discomfort faded away and he found himself actually quite enjoying the sensation of warmth on his broad and sturdy body. Nudging her away, he trotted over to the nearest tree stump and whinnied excitedly, wondering if the little human was smart enough to catch on. If she was, she would truly be deserving of riding him, as he so intended for her to do.

She noticed almost immediately, and with a high-pitched squeal that made Adabaki pin his ears back she sprinted ovef and leapt onto him ,throwing caution to the wind in her eagerness. Flinging himself into action, Adabaki made a huge show of walking with an exaggerated stride before trotting off back the way he had come. But the little girl was starting to get frightened. All alone out in the wilderness, with only a strange equid to keep her company, and indeed to rely on for her life, it was becoming a bit too much for such a young creature. After appproximately half an hour of travel, she began to cry, and then Adabaki could do nothing but stand and try to figure out what to do. It was several minutes more until he decided to attempt to let the human tell him where to go. He pricked hiscears high, and turn one direction, the one with trees growing thicker and thicker, and let out a questioning nicker. Evidently, by the tight clutching pull induced on his withers, that was not the way to go, but by process of trial and error, they managed to find the path that would hopefully lead back to the young child's home.

Hours later, picking path after path, selecting the safest paths to take, and trying to ultimately protect the tiny girl at all costs, he found himself stumbling onto a well-worn clay path. Adabaki realized that the girl had dozed off, so he stomped his hind foot, jolting her into awakeness. Upon opening her eyes, the girl took a large breath and whispered to him, "Yes this is it! Thank you." It was clear that she expected him to leave now, and for a moment he found himself wanting to, but now Adabaki discovered with a fair amount of astonishment that he actually wanted to stay with the little girl. When he tried to express to ger, he carefully delivered her to the ground and took a few hopeful steps towards an old-looking barn, but she shook her head and began crying again. He understood at once that she couldn't keep him, but he was determined to stick around still. How fervently he wished that he could speak to her! Then he could say he didn't require anything but space to roam. Fortunately, the next morning her parents found her in bed, but how shocked they were to find the equid in her bedroom! They nade arrangements with their neighbors to take care of Adabaki in return for giving him an acre of pasture, and so while Adabaki now leads a reclusive life, it is certainly not a lonely one.

[jensen ackles]

Owner: Jayjay's-Pie
Equid Name: Canutus
Equid Age: 4 Years
Height: 13.3hh
Gender: Male
SHORT story:

Sunlight slid down through the canopy of leaves, dappling the forest floor. A breeze stirred the large, old oak trees and they swayed back and forth. Canutus wandered through the layer of fallen leaves, sniffing for acorns and other nuts that might be hiding under the pungent decay. The day was chilly, a promise of the dark times to come, filled with cold and wet and hunger. Canutus was lucky, he didn't have a herd to look after during this time of death. He only had himself to care for, and that freed him to explore the world, to see all there was to see. Nothing would ever slow Canutus down.

He wandered into a meadow, filled with browning grass and fallen leaves. With a satisfied sigh, the young stallion began grazing on the dry, brittle plant. Any food was welcome with winter towering over all creatures' heads. Canutus listened intently to the world around him, for no one is ever truly safe when alone in the woods. Suddenly, silence fell over the forest. Not a bird cried out, not a fox called for their family, and not a deer stepped on the ground, for fear of making a noise. Our young Equid's head silently rose, his grey eyes scanning the undergrowth for signs of danger while his ears swiveled about for sounds of approaching footsteps.

A crow's harsh caw echoed through the otherwise silent woodland, a warning to all those in the area to flee while they could. With a shout, several men poured from the trees, throwing a lasso around Canutus's neck and throwing a sack over his face before he could react. Helplessly, Canutus snorted and balked, doing all he could to escape. The shouts of men were filling Canutus's ears, their harsh stench suffocating him. His feet were tied, his jaws clamped shut. Canutus threw his head back, trying to throw the greasy hands of men off of his neck and back. There was a prick in his shoulder, and suddenly Canutus's world went dark.

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There are other Equids tied near where Canutus wakes. With a start, he lunges to his legs, eyes flying open to take in his surroundings. He is tied in a large, spacious wooden box, closed in on three sides and lined with dusty yellow grass. The smell of man is everywhere, on the wood, on the rope, and even on Canutus. Sun streams in the half walled stall door, blinding Canutus as he searches for his captor. No one seems to be around, as most of the men and women are crowded around a large, barred ring, staring at the equids as they are dragged out and shouted at. There is one young girl at Canutus's stall door, dirty pants rolled up to her knees and short hair sticking up all over her hair. She is clearly desperate, for she is on the verge of tears.

Loud footsteps approach, and the girl is shoved out of the way by large, meaty red hands. Canutus is dragged out of his stall, and pulled towards the ring. Silently the little girl follows, her life's savings clutched in her hand. Canutus throws his head back, seeking somewhere to hide from the noise and stench. A mallet slams, and shouts start echoing across the ring, deafening and unending. The shouts slow, and the little girl's voice raises from the far side of the circle, a siren amongst all the crows. Guffaws slither through the rude adults, and the girl is roughly asked to leave. Pleas come from her mouth, but a mallet slams and Canutus is pulled from the ring, and put into the hands of a pug-faced, smelly, short man. Canutus balks, wanting to return to the ring so he could follow the young girl, the light he saw through the darkness.

Her tiny voices rises from behind the ugly man, and his watery red eyes widen at the wad of green paper in her hands. He looks at Canutus, then at the money the girl offers him. With a grunt, he turns away, and yanks Canutus towards a large wheeled metal room where other Equids are tied. Crying now, the girl follows, pulling more paper from her tattered pockets to offer the man. The man stops, thinking again, and shrugs, taking the money and giving the rope leading Canutus to the girl. Her crying begins anew, and Canutus gently nudges her with his silky nose. She buries her face in his neck, and they leave the horse fair side by side.

[ChristainAnimalLover]

Owner: ChristainAnimalLover
Equid Name: Thunder Storm
Equid Age: Two years
Height: 13.3hh
Gender: Male
SHORT story: Marie came to the stable early that morning, excited for her riding lesson. As Marie entered the stable, she was greeted by happy nickers. "Hello, my beauties. Did you have a nice night?" Marie asked as she went from stall to stall. "You," she said as she stopped at her favorite horse's stall, "are my favorite, Thunder Storm." She affectionately kissed his muzzle. Marie frowned as noticed the fresh injuries on Thunder's hindquaters. Clenching her fists in anger, she turned and headed for the riding schedule. She was riding Sugar this morning, a sweet little blue roan. Marie fetched Sugar and got her ready for today's lesson.
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Three days later Marie came to stable again, though she didn't have another lesson; she just had to see Thunder. It made her furious that his owner couldn't appreciate what Thunder could do, only beat him for not being able to support a rider. "You worthless nag!" She'd heard him say more than once. Finally, after seeing Thunder's most recent bruises, Marie got the courage to confront his owner. "Mr. Scheklav, I'd like to buy Thunder." Mare said, a little uneasily. "Oh, you would? How nice." He said bitterly, "Fine, I'll sell him to you for $5,000. That'll at least cover what I've had to pay to feed him!"
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Marie was heart-broken that she couldn't afford to save Thunder, but she wasn't about to give up. She went to the stable every day and earned Thunder's trust. As part of the agreement for boarding your horse at the stables, any rider was aloud to give treats you horse as long as they weren't allergic to anything. Marie always brought enough apples, carrots and sugar cubes to give every horse a treat, but now she brought extra just for Thunder. When the stable was empty, she would go into his stall and made sure his wounds were clean. As far as Mr. Scheklav was concerned, Thunder couldn't do anything right and would only learn through the whip. "He's a beast, it's the only language he understands!" He'd shout angrily when someone stared at him.
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Thunder now looked for Marie every day, and nickered happily when he saw her. Marie was the only person Thunder willingly let into his stall. Anyone else who even got close to him would get an angry snap. Though Thunder would never actually bite, it was his only defence and most people believed it. "Get away from my horse!" Mr. Scheklav shouted when he saw Marie stroking his muzzle. "Mr. Scheklav, if you just give him a chance..." Marie started, slowly turning toward him. Thunder pressed forward, trying to stay close to Marie but Mr. Scheklav just pushed her aside. Thunder screamed in hatred and lunged toward his cruel owner. Mr. Scheklav started beating Thunder for attempting to bite him; Marie had had it, and rated into the office to call animal control.
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"Aside from a some pretty nasty bruises, he's fine. He'll be good as new, physically, in a few days." The vet said after examining Thunder. "Thanks, Doc." Marie said, and walked up to the jittery stallion. "There, there. It's all OK now..." she crooned to him. Animal control had seized Thunder and put Mr. Sceklav in jail for animal cruelty. The stable-hand, Mark, had managed to buy Thunder for $100 and promised to take good care of him.
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"I'll see you next week, buddy." Marie said after Thunder had calmed down a bit. "Why not tomorrow? Are you too busy to care for your new because it's a weekend?" Mark asked. Marie jumped, not hearing him come up behind her. "Wha-" she stammered. Mark smiled, "Yes, Thunder is yours. If you do all my stable work for six months." Marie tree her arms around Mark's neck, "Thank you so much! This stable will be as spotless as Thunder's coat."

[iShame]

Owner: iShame
Equid Name: El Doradeo
Equid Age: Around 8 years old
Height: 13.3hh
Gender: Male
SHORT story: I've decided to do this in the way of Journal entries. :3

January 21st, 2013
~ My name's Shame. I haven't written in here for a while, but i really need to get out some of my excitment. My family recently moved to a farm house, and were hoping to get an equid soon. I was told that a farm down the street has some for sale; hopefully we can afford one! I'd really love to have my own. It would mean the world to me..

January 23rd, 2013
~ We couldn't go on the 21st, since it rained really bad, so we went yesterday. I saw a gorgeous black and white tobiano equid. His name is Doradeo, El Doradeo as his full show name. But we can't afford him. There was a pretty mare next to him, a little chestnut one, but she tried to nip me when i said hi..Doradeo was really sweet to me, he let me pet his nose and everything. We left without buying any of them; since i really wanted him..

February 1st, 2013
~ I've been trying to make a deal with his owner. But i wasn't the only one that fell for him back on the 23rd. Another person is interested, but their trying to get them to lower the price of 6 grand. My family has four of it..and that's including my college money..They said that i could come in for a test ride, along with the other potential buyer, so were going in later tomorrow to see how it goes. I hope he bucks off the other buyer or something..

February 15th, 2013
~ I'm so lucky right now! The other person that was interested in him, they took back their offer after riding him. He was amazing for me, so smooth and gentle even though I'm a fairly new rider. He picked up the right leads when asking for a canter, and was even so nice when i was mounting and dismounting! Maybe after today i can talk to his owner about a working deal..

March 29th, 2013
~ I don't know if my deal will work out or not. I told them i would give them the four grand, and i got my parents permission of course, and that i could possibly work off the other two grand with working in their barn, like cleaning stalls and keeping the place looking nice. Hopefully this'll work out..I don't know what i'll do if i can't have him..

October 21st, 2013
~ I'm so happy i could cry! Doradeo is all mine! I worked off the other two grand with really hard work, and they said i could have him. Plus, They also decided to give me a job, because i worked so hard at paying off my debt. This might be the last time i write in here, since I'll be busy learning all of the new things i should with him, but he's finally all mine.