Wild Mountain Equids: The Re-Homing V.2

[Caretta]

Equid Number: 17
Owner: Eques723
Equid Name: Sweetheart
How shortness affects her: Sweetheart's shortness is something she embraces instead of hates. Sweetheart, or Sweetie for short, accepts her height the way it is and uses it to her advantage. She loves to explore the world around her, and her shortness allows her to navigate the smallest of caves and the narrowest of passageways. She loves hunting for treasure, and is successful at it too, as valuable items are often hidden in nooks and crevices to small for other equids to explore. She loves to deceive others, for many think she cannot be fast with legs as short as hers. However, she is as swift as the wind, and loves the looks on others' faces when she beats them in races. She is also more observant, and enjoys watching small ecosystems that normal sized equids might miss. She often spends time away from the others in a small oasis that only she can reach. She may be short, but she has a spit-fire, spirited side that she can unleash when she gets angry. Her short stature lets her stand out in a crowd, and she enjoys being different.

[mayaHDTV08]

Equid Number: 31
Owner: mayaHDTV08
Equid Name: Knight
Medieval Knight: Awesome c:

[Manx]

Equid Number: #1
Owner: Manx
Equid Name: Renegade
Picture of "%": Percent Sign c:

[Dark.]

Equid Number: 32
Owner: Dark.
Equid Name: Dastan
Royal Attire: What he'd wear if he were human.

Edit: changed name from Casper -> Dastan

[aeth]

Equid Number: 10
Owner: rose .
Equid Name: Omesirn Peice
Favorite sleeping place: Click Me!

[Barron]

Equid Number: 10
Owner: Barron
Equid Name: Fairlight
Favorite sleeping place:

[myth;]

Equid Number: 31
Owner: ᴍʏᴛʜ + ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴʏ
Equid Name: El Cavaller Fosc (Cavaller)
Medieval Knight: The Cry of War

[The One & Only Vapor]

Equid Number: 5
Owner: The One & Only Vapor
Equid Name: wip
Favorite plant: cranberry hibiscus; wip!

[Grinsome]

Equid Number: 32
Owner: ||Madness||
Equid Name: Rhy
Royal Attire: http://catalogorigin.wlimg.com/1/1643661/full-images/desginer-horse-costumes-1014138.jpg

[anarchy, inc.]

Equid Number: 30
Owner: anarchy, inc.
Equid Name: Vloë
Tragic Past Event:
Vloë woke up gasping again, puffs of her frosty breath condensing into tiny white clouds. The forest was silent, and as she lifted her head, she flared her charcoal nostrils. There was no scent of dust and rubble, no sounds of wailing sirens. A doe lifted it's head and gazed back at Vloë, relaxed in her presence. Vloë was safe. It had all been a dream, the same dream she'd had countless times since the incident that triggered them. Another shaky breath escaped her. The lone doe wandered over silently to her side, flicking her warm brown gaze back and forth to Vloë. She touched her damp nose to the mare's face, then settled down next to her. Feeling secure, Vloë let her memory lead her back in time.
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The year was 1940. The war was coming to an end, but not soon enough to spare Vloë from it's horrors. A domestic-bred filly, Vloë had a calm, predictable life on her small, family-owned German farm. Young and inquisitive, the young mare had a bright and promising future, mentored by her mother, a stern but adoring mare who loved Vloë more than she often let on. In their green-carpeted pasture, Vloë often watched ordinary horses carrying people and large wooden boxes on wheels behind them. Her mother told her they were called 'karren'- or 'carts'. Oh, how she longed to try! Of course, she didn't know just then that her wish would come true, and have unbearable consequences.
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A year later, Vloë was now strong and too curious for her own good. Something called the Sowjets- Soviets, had invaded Germany, her mother had told her so. Vloë had no idea what exactly this meant, but she did know there were even more horses pulling karrens than usual.
The following morning at dawn, the sirens sounded.
Ludewig, the mares' keeper, threw open their gates. Vloë touched her black muzzle to his cheek- why was it wet? "Vloë, my love, I must say goodbye. We all must. They have come- you must go!" He spoke urgent and tearfully in German.
Before the filly could even process what he had said, one of the karrens was attatched to her. Ludewig hugged his young daughter Anneliese goodbye, and placed her in the back of it. He stroked Vloë's face, then grabbed a harsh-smelling chemical, and smeared it about halfway up her neck, where a small Star of David had been. It burned harshly and Vloë cried out. The mark disappeared as her fur turned snowy white. "If they see this, they will not save you. Now go- Vloë!"
As the air became thick with the defending blitzkriegsmog, her mother nickered to her as Ludewig slapped her reigns. Cantering fearfully, Vloë and Anneliese were now alone.
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Vloë galloped until her dun coat was drenched in sweat, and her young lungs ached. Her neck had finally stopped burning as bad as it had been before.
"Vloë," the tiny voice spoke from the cart. "I wish you could tell me where we are going. I miss Papa."
Vloë's ears flickered. Not even the filly knew where they were going. Her hoofsteps echoed against the cobblestone road of a small town they entered slowly. The cart squeaked every other step, and the harness was beginning to rub her raw across the withers. A German flag fluttered in the sky, tattered and ragged. Windows were broken, glass littering the streets, causing the equid to look intently at the ground. Suddenly, a door flew open, and a read-haired women rushed out. She tearfully called for Anneliese, and Vloë's head jerked upwards. The women's fervent and loud cry had disturbed the silence of the sleeping village, and in an instand, Sowjet soldiers flew out of buildings, and planes swarmed the sky. Vloë nickered in fear, backing up until she ended up cornered, the cart crushed behind her. The woman was crying, holding Anneliese and flattened against the mare's side. In Russian, a harsh voice shouted "Сейчас! Бросьте бомбу! Сейчас!" - "Now! Drop the bomb now!"
The last thing Vloë remembered was the thick, ash-laden air covering her whole body, clinging to dampness of her sweat-laden coat, fillinf her lungs and landing on her eyelashes. She remembered the ringing on her ears as the horrific siren screamed at them, the blood-chilling wail of Anneliese, and the horrifying sounds of her entire world coming to an end.
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When she woke up later on the forest floor- days or hours later she was not sure, Vloë was entirely alone.