[Folmes]

Owner: Holmes & Watson
Equid Name: Abbott
Equid Age: 3
Height: 13.3hh
Gender: Male
SHORT story: WIP <3

[Luna~tic]

Owner: Luna~tic
Equid Name: Wolf Heart
Equid Age: 5
Height: 13.3hh
Gender: Male
SHORT story: It was a dark, moonless night. The stars above was the only source of weak light that gleamed through the leaves, dappling a colt's ebony coat. A small herd of equids were resting, the stallion on guard. There was an unexplainable tension in the air, but the herd seemed relaxed in the still night air. A sudden roar cut through the silence as a large creature came hurtling towards the herd, it's eyes casting light across the ground. The startled herd bolted, but the black colt lagged behind, curious. Wolf Heart finally stopped, tilting his head to the side to study the monster. {a Quad Bike.} The thing had multiple heads, and was utterly fascinating. A sudden, pale vine came from the creature, like a frog's tongue, and wrapped itself around his neck. Confused, the colt struggled, only to find that the vine constricted his breathing. He stopped, uncertain, to find that he was able to breathe again. Two strange creatures disconnected from the first monster and came towards him, he stood his ground, head held high, cocked to the side and ears pricked.

-A few years later.-

Wolf trotted around the corral, his hooves easily thudding into the worn groove as he followed the small fenceline. A human colt had attached a lead to his halter, and began to lunge him, not allowing him to stop. With a tired snort, he gave a small rear before landing on his haunches, shaking out his mane. The boy sighed, before unclipping him and leaving the equid behind. The ebony stallion lowered his head, slowly walking over to the water trough. He was distracted by a short whistle, but the stallion ignored it. The sound came again, more consistent, so Wolf lifted his head to glare at the sound maker. Instead he found himself gazing at a rather strange sight. A tall human colt with a thick mane as bright as fire was grinning at him. His warm brown eyes were filled with kindness. "Hello, boy, you're certainly a handsome thing, hmm?" He said. Wolf flicked his ears, he couldn't understand the words, but there weren't harsh like the others he had heard. Curious, the stallion walked over slowly, as though walking on egg shells. The boy was holding a small white cube, so he cautiously lipped it up. He sneezed at the sudden sweetness, only to find that it was gone, melted on his tongue. The boy laughed, before walking away, leaving a rather confused equid behind.

The next few days the boy-colt continued to see him, bringing crisp red fruit that were surprisingly sweet, and long round sticks that were the same shade as the boy's mane. One day the boy brought another human with him, a young filly, who watched him curiously, her eyes emerald like the grass Wolf missed. The days went by, and the seasons changed. The boy came running through the snow on what seemed to be a particularly cheerful day, albeit strange. Wolf had watched the humans take down a tree, and then put it in their house, before covering it with a rainbow array of small stars. The boy seemed very excited, as he came into the corral for the first time. The boy threw his arms around Wolf, who was rather confused by the strange display of affection. He found himself lipping the boy's fiery mane as he started to speak the human-speech-he-did-not-know. "I did it boy! I really did it! Sir allowed me to become your trainer instead of Zeke! If I work hard enough, I might even be able to own you one day!! Wolf Heart, do you know what this means? You'll be free, boy, free! As free as the wind!" He laughed, his cheeks bright with excitement.

The days seemed to go by even faster, until one day Wolf was being lead out by the boy. They walked for a long time, until they arrived at a small log cabin, that had a large paddock behind it, The fence was clearly new, and seemed to be the boy's work from the way his eyes lit up with pride. Wolf was released, and immediately cantered around, letting out loud whinnies, the boy went through the fence and tried to follow, two friends beneath the sun, whooping and whinnying with joy.

[Manx]

Possible reserve
He's so pretty o.o

[midnight133]

Owner: midnight133
Equid Name: Druid
Equid Age: 6
Height: 13.3hh
Gender: Male
SHORT story:
The little foal struggled on wobbly legs, as it took its first few tentative steps.
Only minutes ago the mother was injured just as the rescuers arrived, luckily just in time to complete an emergency caesarean to save the foal. As the foal took its first breath the mother took its last.
Any way, this all took place in front of a young, curious and very determined brown eyed girl.
--Five years later.--
I made my way through the isles of pens containing various breeds of horses, a few ponies and even a few equids. Every time I saw one my heart beat sped up, only for my hopes to be dashed a few seconds later.
I clutched my purse tightly, it had taken me 4 years of hard work to save up the money it contained and I definitely did not want to loose it. I tucked a few strands of my hair behind my ears and narrowed my brown eyes as a loud farmer rudely shoved me to the side. I huffed, it was always the same at these rural equine sales, people pushing and shoving. Barely anyone had the decency to ask nicely they just run straight into you as if your not there.
Anyway, for the last year I had spent my time travelling around the district going to every horse sale. The regulars had even started to recognise me and had even begun to accept me. Well at least they weren't so hostile.
The loud clang of a gate snapped me out of my musings only to see a big, scruffy looking man with a mean glint in his eye begin to unload some equids, they looked barely old enough to be weaned but there was no sign of a mother any where. I was contemplating spending all my money to save the two youngsters when the same man unloaded a young stallion.
Everything froze.
I had to make the ultimate decision, do I be selfish and buy the beautiful, black, quipless equid I had been searching for, for so long? Or do I save the two youngsters?
I still haven't made up my mind when I go up to the man,
''Excuse me...''
The man turned round slowly, in quite an intimidating fashion.
"What?" He asked gruffly.
"I was wondering how much each of those three equids cost?" I tried to keep my voice polite and business like.
He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing me.
''5000 for the quipless, and what ever the young'ens go for."
I shuddered, I knew that they would moat likely go for meat if I didn't step in. I had 6000 English pounds, so I could afford the stallion and I could offer 500 for each of the foals.
He started to turn away.
"Wait! If I give you six thousand pounds for the three of them, you won't have to pay commission and I will have taken two youngsters of of your hands that you probably won't have sold otherwise.'
He looked at me, he was obviously thinking about it.
"All right." He replied gruffly.
We exchanged the money, I couldn't believe I had found the colt I saw all those years ago.

[Dizzy socks]

Owner: Dizzy socks
Equid Name: Shasta
Equid Age: 5
Height: 13.3hh
Gender: Male
SHORT story:

The unforgiving sun casts it's rays down upon us; I can feel the sweltering heat upon my back, and see the dust rising on the hard packed tan of the ground. I can hear the rusty voice of the auctioneer, far away, yet too close. I shiver, even through the heat, and close my eyes in a silent prayer, begging for hope. And then she comes. Her sandaled feet move silently over the ground, her eyes cast low, as she makes her way towards me, through the chattering crowds; unnoticed. Her small, brown hands grip onto the metal railing, as she slowly raises her head to look at me. Her large brown eyes look into mine, the pupils portals of admiration, and some deeper affectionate; could it be love? I meet her gaze, and we stand for a moment, eyes locked in mutual understanding. She unlocks her hand from the railing and opens it slowly. In it she clasps a handful of copper coins, my way out.

And then they come to take me away. I do not resist as a rope is pulled around my head, and do not retaliate against the tugs upon it, biting into the skin of my face. I do not react to the harsh slaps, and coarse words of the men around me, simply follow, as meekly as a new born foal. I can tell they are bewildered by my attitude, for I am a strong and powerful stallion. They lead me to a ring, and I am paraded for all to see. The auctioner begins to say thing I cannot understand, in a excited, raspy voice, yet with a weary undertone. And then I spot the girl. She raises her head, and with one nod, confirms her thoughts and intentions to me. And I feel happy and peaceful. But then a man nearby nods. And with a terrified snort, I plunge forward, nostrils flaring and hooves flying, kicking up dust. And then a man nearby nods. I stop fighting and am lost in gloom, still watching the hand that grips the copper coins, it's knuckles white with tension.

It is awful. I am barricaded in a small, dark box, with no windows and only 1 door; shut . The only times it opens is when water is held out to me, or dusty, dank hay is tipped into my manger. The water is old and smells, and I am only given a drink twice a day. The hay is mouldy and full of dust spores, which make me choke and wheeze. Each day I am brought out into the light, which appears blinding, my head is strapped to my chest with leather, and I am forced to canter round like that, until the sweat runs off my flanks like rain, and my neck aches so much I can barely think. And then I am returned to my box. If the aim of all this is to weaken me, then it is working. Some mornings I can barely raise my head, and there are deep hollows in my quarters and neck, devoid of muscle. I while way the days thinking of the girl, imagining my life if I was with her. I does not help,and I am sunk in deep depression.

But then everything changes. I am led out to the ring, my head drooping, my tail dragging along the ground. My mane is matted together, and filthy. Over near the woods, I see a movement, and I try to raise my head to take a look. There is another movement over to left, and again I raise my head. And now I can see her; the girl. She came! Fresh hope flutters into my dying heart, and I feel almost young again. As the man comes towards me, I leap forward, twisting to the side. He gives a shout of surprise as the rope slips through his hands, and then I am off, the rope dragging on the ground behind me, catching on my fetlocks.My legs cannot move fast enough, and I can still hear him shouting abuse, the words sting me like venom, although I do not know what they mean. And now I am at the trees, I duck low once to avoid an overhanging branch, and then I am off again, weaving and cantering through the trees.

After a few minutes I have to stop, for the long gallop has taken it's toll on my depleted body. My flanks are heaving, and the sweat runs off me, but I am free! Free, free, free as a bird! And then she comes towards me, out of the gloom of the trees. She says one word, and with that word, she confirms her love for me. Shasta. And now I am happy and at peace, as I follow her through the woods. I know they will not look for me, just find another equid, about which I am sad. But I live in the now, I do not look back. I march proudly forward, for I am Shasta.

My best story ever <3

[Robyn Hode.]

Owner:Abuse's Song
Equid Name:Sovngarde
Equid Age:4
Height: 13.3hh
Gender: Male
SHORT story:

-Girls POV-

I quickly swept my long hair out of my face as I walked into the barn, the smell was the first thing that hit me and it hit me hard like a wall. The sound was next the neighs of the horses and the clops of their hooves. Even though the smells and sounds were foreign to me, it oddly felt like home. I walked though the barn and through the rows and rows of horses and WMEs, in my mind I was hoping for one of the WMEs. Even though they were rare to find captive it would change my life if I had one to be my first equid. But little did I know I would change the equids life as well.

-Sovngarde's POV-

The sound of unknown boots woke me up from my daydream, maybe it was another buyer another owner ready to buy me and treat me like I was its toy its little thing to kick around. I grew scared not wanting the past to repeat itself. I slowly backed up towards the back of the stall away from who ever was comings view. I closed my eyes shut feeling as if I didn't see them then they couldn't see me, if only that was possible. As I heard the boots stop right before my stall I sqeezed my eyes shut as hard as I could.

-Girls POV-

I looked at the horse that stood at the back of the stall, almost like he was scared of something. I slowly placed my hand into the stall.
"Hey horsey." I said softly.
The horse slowly opened its eyes and looked at me and my hand but did not step forward.
I smiled as I looked around for the owner. I wanted this horse even if it was scared of me right now, I felt a pull to help him.
"Hello?" I said to the owner, "I want to buy this horse!"
"Oh honey, I wouldn't think you would want that one. He's scared of everyone and everything, he's had a bad past besides he costs more than you can afford."
I shook my head sadly, as I looked down at the name of the horse. "Im going to get you, sovngarde, someday."

-1 year later-

-Sovngardes POV-

It pained me to watch the girl walk away one year ago, she was the only nice thing that had happened to me through out my life. When I wasa foal I had my mother, she treated me like any mother would treat her foal but then she was taken away from me to never be seen again. I saw the same thing happen to other foals one to many times. Eventually I was sold to a different farm and it was worse there. the cycle of selling kept continuing, I eventually lost count. Thats when I was brought to the barn to be sold again, and there she was. The girl who gave me a promise. Somewhere deep inside me I silently hoped she would keep her promise.

-Girls POV-

As I slowly walked up towards the house my stomach felt as if it was slowly crawling up my throat, ready to burst out.The man who told me I didn't have enough money had told me where Sovngarde was now at. Before I even knocked on the door a woman walked out of the house and towards me.
"So you must be the girl he told me about." I nodded.
She sighed and shook her head. " I don't even know why I bought him in the first place he doesn't even come to me when I call him out."
We were slowly walking over to the field where the horses where at and I could see sovngarde all the way in the back, far away from the others.
I slowly dropped my head to stare at my feet. "I don't have enough money to buy him still but I really want him because I know I can change that, he'll come to me I know it.
The woman thought for a minute before nodding. "Ill make you a deal,if you make him come to you, you can have him."
I did just that the next day.

[The One & Only Vapor]

Owner: Transparency.
Equid Name: Gavroche
Equid Age: 3 years, 8 months. He's quite young.
Height: 13.3hh
Gender: Male
SHORT story: Finished! Sorry if it doesn't seem entirely centered on the bonding between Gavroche and the girls, or if the introduction of the synesthesia was a bit sudden. I may edit this a bit to make it seem more normal :)

Amber eyes gleamed in late afternoon sunlight as Gavroche looked up from his midday grazing to survey the low, rolling plains around him. His dark patterned pelt shuddered, and :) his long tail swished as he tried to keep away the flies that hummed shrill, vibrating songs in his ear. He shook his head, dispatching a fly who had landed just above his eye, and snorted loudly in a peeved attempt to drive off any flies in the near-surrounding area. Another buzzing began in his ear again, but no matter how hard he tried to flick it away it only grew louder, faster and deeper until his ear fur was shivering with the sound. Too late, he realized that this new sound was not a fly at all, but rather one of the great metal birds he occasionally saw hovering in the sky. This one looked sleek and narrow...and more importantly, angry.

Only one thought rang in Gavroche's head- run. A ragged weaving of orange vines cascaded down from the far-up metal bird, and he struck off running, abandoning any hope of staying with his beloved herd in his flight for survival. He ran long and hard, making a break for the woods northwest, but to no avail. Before long, he was forced to stop running, for he was young and did not have the stamina to avoid the vines that seemed to be chasing him. Now the great orange mesh collapsed all around him, trapping him within a few square feet of his current space but thankfully not harming him. Terrified, with claustrophobia kicking in, however, Gavroche panicked and reared, flailing and shashing himself all around. But he only succeeded in getting entangled further in the glaring web. Defeated, he crumpled to the ground and waited for his demise.

Gavroche must have fallen asleep, and slept deeply, for when he awoke again there was an odd, fuzzy sensation in his head. He was no longer in the orange weaving, but an airy wooden crate surrounded by the sharp scent of cedar bark. Listlessly, he nosed the dry hay lumped about eighteen inches from his nose, then rested his muzzle back on his forelegs, wondering what to do. He didn't have to wonder long as the motion he had barely felt came to a sudden stop; and the side of the cedar box was wrested off, and he came tumbling out. Shaking his head to clear the fuzziness of his ears and blinking as his eyes adjusted to the sudden light, Gavroche studied his new surroundings. He didn't have much time, however, before a rough hand grabbed him around the waist and lifted him as though he were a dainty pet. He was promptly hauled into a dusty but large pen, with a water trough on the near side and another lump of hay in the middle. Gavroche let out a shrill squeal but did not protest as he was unceremoniously dumped into the enclosure, watching his capturor walk away.

He trotted around the edges of his new field unhappily, wondering how long it was, how nuch room he would have. When he walked over to survey the heap of hay in the middle, Gavroche was much gratified to find that the hay was fresher than that which had been in the crate, but being a ferociously picky eater, he wouldn't touch any of it. However, he was quite thirsty from his long trip, and took a long drink from the cool water trough. As he rolled in the dust, more contented than he had been half an hour before, he pricked his long ears at the sound of another being approaching. At first he shrank onto the ground, afraid, but the footsteps were lighter than the first two-leg's
had been, and he was much less frightened with the knowledge. The little female walked closer to him, long blond hair falling over the fence. "Hello," she murmured in a high, warbling voice. Gavroche thought it was quite beautiful to listen to. "I'm Cosette," she added, "and don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you."

He knew the words she spoke were true. She had no intention of hurting him. Her scent was a sharp mint smell, not a smell in the normal sense but his synesthesia sense. Her voice was a lilac-periwinkle color, and her eyes the same blue as the shade actually was. The faint but lovely aroma of lavender suddenly drifted towards him, and he stood with his legs locked, throwing his nose into the air to catch the wisp of blossom scent. Another voice, a bit deeper and wilder, rolled across on the breeze to him- a flame color, melting Into golden yellow. "Lay off, Cosette," came the growl. "He's mine and you know it." As the second girl came into view, her medium-length ebony black hair tucked under a well-worn cap, Cosette muttered irritatedly, "Eponine." Gavroche immediately sensed a dislike between the cool lilac-and-mint girl and the wild flame-and-lavender girl, and felt the unfortunate sense that he would have to choose one.

Unfortunately for Cosette, he knew his heart was sold to Eponine. The young girl held a world, a lifetime of pain and hardship in her deep green eyes, the eyes that told a story of survival. She was wild and untamed, a mountain child, and Gavroche could relate to her more. Judging by the poor quality of the pen and Cosette's rickety-looking house, he suspected that she was poor as well. Then a deep mahogany voice rumbled in a deep staccato as Cosette's father appeared. "Girls, girls. Please do not fight. This little colt is for both of you. We've already made the arrangements. Eponine, you care for the equine in return for us sheltering him. You will both have equal share of him. Understood?" Reluctantly, both young girls nodded. He could sense that none of the two-legs were entirely satisfied, but it was a great compromise, and to be honest Gavroche was just quite relieved that he would not have to choose anyone at all.

[Barron]

Owner: Barron
Equid Name: Ian
Equid Age: Thirteen
Height: 13.3hh
Gender: Male
SHORT story: My story is about two horses at a barn where I work. They have a friendship like no other! I think I'm going to call it "Double Mares".


The morning sun warmed the two horses, who had been left outside all that night. Jazzie, a Palomino, stood a little shorter than Peppy, a fleabitten Grey mare, as they stood soaking up the sunlight. Suddenly, Peppy took off running towards the hilltop where the grass was always a little sweeter, and the sun was a light brighter. Within a few steps, Jazzie was running beside her. They looked as if one as they ran the steep hill, right leg then left. At the top they stopped and stood side by side, looking down on the large horse farm below. Jazzie reached over touching Peppy's neck softly, as Peppy let out a morning whinny to the farm. Surely every horse on the farm was looking up the hill at them now. By the time their grain buckets where filled the two where already at the gate. Jazzie placed her head in her red bucket, and Peppy's in the blue one. They finished at the same time and stood back, licking off their messy lips. For the rest of the day Jazzie stood with her head on Peppy's back. Long lost sisters.

[EnigmaticJackal]

Owner: EnigmaticJackal
Equid Name: Idoneus
Equid Age: 8 Years
Height: 13.3hh
Gender: Male
SHORT story:

Christa worked as a stable hand at a pony barn for around three years, two of which she worked to save an odd soul that was brought in one misty morning. She was given the task of "taming" the cat-tailed equid as to make it a popular attraction. She did more than teach it how to stand and look pretty. Within two years she had befriended the intelligent stallion and ended up gaining extra pay from the newly dubbed Idoneus pulling the cart of feed. The barn owners, seeing how the lanky stallion was too lightweight to ride they made an offer to Christa. If she could get the equid to free-jump then she could be the sole owner. After two months of running around a pen and flailing her arms around at the playful equid they finally made the first step toward success. Just when she thought her time with the black paint was over she sat in the dirt, head in her hands. Idoneus pranced around her, still thinking it was a game. She took a few seconds to look up at the nickering fool and was shocked by what she saw next. The bright eyes were trained on the center of the cross-rails, only three strides away he picked up a canter and sprang over it. It seemed almost like he was testing to see if the rails would snap up and eat him. Christa knew this was the turning point of both their lives.

[Scarlip]

I've got two questions :3

Firstly, would a car accident fall under 'violence'? In my plot idea the human would get hit by a car (not killed of course ;D), but there's absoultely no blood or gore or anything visual. I'm a bit unsure whether that'd be okay or not. ^^

And also, would it be okay if some paragraphs are longer than 9 sentences if others are under that limit? Like, could one paragraph be 12 sentences if another one is 6, so that the average is still 9?