[Arrows]

Username: Arrows
Equid's Name: Russell
Gender: Stallion
Height: 14.2 hh
Age: Three
Answer: Russell's best friend is {h o r s e}'s Monochrome.
Russell, for a while, was a pushover. He didn't think for himself, and constantly needed a leader. The stallion saw Monochrome as a rather strong 'quid, and latched on. And for a while, Monochrome was fine and dandy with having her personal follower. After a while, though, Monochrome became increasingly annoyed with his constant presence. One day, Russell was, quite literally, breathing down her neck, and the mare snapped.
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"Will you stop that?" Monochrome turned on her heel and narrowed her eyes at Russell, who stumbled backwards. "Stop acting like some lovesick puppy!"

Russell shied away and said, almost inaudibly, "I-I'm sorry M-M-Monochrome." He constantly stuttered when he was nervous.

Monochrome rolled her eyes at the wide-eyed stallion. "You need to learn to not be so follower-oriented."

"I don't think I know how to do that..."

Monochrome took her body and slammed it into Russell, forcing him off balance. "I just came at you. What are you going to do?"

Russell glanced up to her. "I am going to avoid conflict and walk away."

"Wrong. Consider this spot your territory. You do not let any equid take your territory, understand? Try again. Stand here." Monochrome motioned to a place.

"Okay." Russell obediently stood firmly where Monochrome told him to. Oncemore, Monochrome slammed into Russell, and he briefly teetered, but managed to stay put. His "retaliation" was a gentle nip to the mare's neck. Monochrome gave an exasperated sigh and said, "We're not in love! Be aggressive!"

They spent the rest of that day practicing the same thing. By the end, Monochrome was beginning to wince slightly at the stallion's attacks.
- - -

The next day, Russell slightly edged himself up, walking beside Monochrome's rump rather than directly behind her. Without looking back, the mare neighed to him, "Stop following me. I am not your leader, not your brain. Either walk beside me or go away." The mare had to admit she was slightly disappointed when Russell stopped and simply let her move on. Suddenly, she whipped back around. "And don't let me boss you around. You have to stand up for yourself, Russell."

"I want to learn how to do everything you're telling me to do, Monochrome. I'm not like you, not yet. I can't stare an equid down, make a stand. I don't know how." Russell's voice was stronger.

Monochrome studied the stallion, pondering for a moment. "I can help you."
- - -

In the following days, Monochrome coached Russell on everything having to do with confidence and leadership. He was a dutiful student, and learned quickly. Soon enough, Russell could be found among the other group of stallions, laughing and wrestling. Yet he was much happier when he was with Monochrome. And the next week, he no longer walked behind the mare, he walked beside her. As equals. As friends.
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[The One & Only Vapor]

Username: The One & Only Vapor
Equid's Name: Kurein/Klein, aka 'Bandit' (:U)
Gender: Stallion
Height: 14.2 hh
Age: 2 years, 4 months
Answer: Kurein's best friend is Charchar2's Blitz. Where she's spunky and fun-loving, he's teasing, flirty, but intensely loyal and friendly. They're both optimists and sweet, similar but with just enough differences, like apple and pumpkin pie. They became friends oddly- Kurein befriends others practically on site, wheras Blitz pushes others away before mellowing. Spunk and teasing is their style, but they get along as peas in a pod. Meeting for the first time, at a river whitecapped by a vicious wind, seems ancient. It's tough to say when exactly they bonded so deeply, but the beginning, at least, is a vivid memory in a hazy sea.

It was a wild day, the wind blowing Kurein's scruffy mane into his face and twisting his tail. Most equids would have known better, listened to their parents and stayed in the shelter of the thick trees, offering sturdy protection on the sloping mountains. They'd stay calm ad quiet, not looking for the colt who stood out like a pale flame against the wind-whipped gray skies. But Kurein had always been daredevil and risk-taker, and he wanted to see the river. No matter what, his mother'd promised- lied! She'd no intention of taking him in this weather, so he'd gone alone. And now he was here.

Alone, on the top of a mountain with an icy river coursing at his side, threatening to flood its banks.

With a nervous whicker, Kurein admitted his mistake. Kicking at the ground angrily, he began to stumble down the mountainside, indignation in every stride. A fierce gale chilled him to the bone, ruffling his fur and prying at the skin underneath. Nearly at the bottom of the mountain- which now seemed like merely a rocky knoll- Kurein let out a breath of relief. Unfortunately, that was when the river could take the wind no longer. Furious, the whitecaps charged, overtaking the banks and rushing, collapsing over Kurein.

It wasn't enough to drown him, but his pale-flame coat was soaked, chilled to the bone. Of course that was when she came along- neat, tidy and completely dry, save for the few speckles of rain that clung to her dark coat. The first thing she did was stare at him- then laugh incredulously. He should've known it'd burst! She, after all, had known- she knew everything. Eventually, the young mare's curiosity overcame her, and the stallion told his tale, albeit through loathful mutters.

The meeting by the river began a unique and eternal friendship. That day the weather never improved, the whitecaps roaring and the wind lashing at their coats, but they sat regardless, grazing on rain-soaked grass and chatting as amiably as old friends. She was Blitz and he was Kurein, they learned- bandit and daredevil.

A pale flame and a dark shadow sat on the riverside together, threatening to put each other out for the burning hot-and-cold of their friendship.

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[grapejuice]

Username: Grapejuice
Equid's Name: Keswick
Gender: Stallion
Height: 14.2 hh
Age: Three
Answer: Keswick's best friend is none other than the detective himself, Fiddlesticks. Now even a sleuth like Fiddlesticks would have a hard time figuring out just how their friendship works, but Kes can do his best telling the story.
He's the shy type. Very uneasy around large groups of quids and his anxiety levels seem to skyrocket when he's in groups. Due to this, Kes always had a hard time making friends, and would always wander away when anyone tried to talk to him. He literally ran away from his problems. Not to be rude, but he was couldn't handle the stress. He was too afraid to mess up, or even worse, make himself the center of attention, so he simply avoided most social interaction.
And maybe that's how this whole thing started.
Kes found a love for exploring during these times. Whenever he ran from social gatherings, he went to the forest for comfort. The forest gave him silence and didn't demand his attention, it simply asked him to be quiet and respect its residents. Kes was more than happy to oblige. He loved trotting through, an letting the silence caress him into a false sense of safety. By not paying attention, he managed to get his hoof caught under an uprooted tree root, and fell right on his face. "Owww... What happened?!" And he was relieved no one had seen him fall. "Well it appears you got your hoof caught under this root." Oh no. He looked up to see a painted stallion smiling down at him. "Detective Fiddlesticks at your service." The other quid spoke with an air of charm, and smiled down to Kes. "Oh... Thanks..." Keswick was amazed. This quid was everything he wasn't. Bold, charming, likeable. He immediately envied him. Now he was laying there, feeling rather awkward. But Fiddlesticks offered him a hoof, and helped him up. "Thanks again... I'm Keswick." And the painted detective smiled. "Well Keswick, since we both enjoy exploring, would you care to join me?" With that, their friendship began. Mind you it took Kes some time getting used to, especially with Fiddle saying things like "I figured you to be the shy type" or other detective-type things. But it all worked out in the end, and now the outgoing sleuth who could charm a lion, is now the shy, anxious quid's best friend. They can often be found together. In public, Fiddlesticks is chatting with his many friends, while trying to help Keswick come out of his shell. In the forest, Keswick is more lively than you can imagine, and loves exploring an solving "mysteries" with Fiddle. They balance each other out, and while their own friendship is a mystery of its own, neither bother trying to solve it. Why question a good thing?

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[addicted]

Username: addicted
Equid's Name: Spee
Gender: Stallion
Height: 14.2 hh
Age: 3 year old
Answer: legend's mare, Quinn. Hes always had a slit crush on her. He loves her freckles so, so, much. Whenever shes not with him, thats what makes him want to die. Although Quinn has her mate, he doesnt see her spending much time with him, but, being BFFs with her, he always knows how to cheer her up when shes down.


#1 secret hes kept all his life: her relationship with pigs. X'D

[parlaymars]

Username: I ᶫᵒᵛᵉᵧₒᵤ Ian ♥
Equid's Name: Edgar, "Eddy"
Gender: Stallion
Height: 14.2 hh
Age: 6 years
Answer: Ahrkantos and Eddy have a bit of a strange friendship. Both of the boys are wild, rambunctious creatures, with tossing manes and dancing eyes. Their laughter is something to behold - usually pointed at that stallion or this mare. Sophisticated, charming, with silver tongues and brass hearts.

Yes, Eddy and Ahrk are friends, but their kinship is much closer than that - littered amongst their conquests are tales of lust, freedom; the wind in their manes and the sun on their fur; pain and sacrifice. Well, not for them. Others. 'Cause Eddy and Ahrk are too perfect for such trivial things.

[Running Fern]

Username: Jesus Freak
Equid's Name: Embers Fire
Gender: Stallion
Height: 14.2 hh
Age: 6
Answer: Workin on it.

Working on it! <3

[Kitsyn]

Judging in a few hours.

[Luna~tic]

Good luck everyone!

He's hella gorgeous, and I can't wait to see which amazing story wins him. <33

Best of luck!

[Kitsyn]

I really liked all the stories! Cute and funny <3

Username: New Nimrod97
Equid's Name: Fausto
Gender: Stallion
Height: 14.2 hh
Age: 4 years roughly
Answer: Ripple; owned by dreamwalker is Fausto's best friend. This wasn't always the case between the two.
Fausto isn't a very strong willed stallion, and he tends to get walked over and pushed around on a common basis. Especially when it comes to mares, he is frightened of coming across as rude. Therefore he will do about anything just to have that reputation known.
Ripple is an out-going and excitable mare, but on the day that she met Fausto, she was agitated over something.
Fausto simply gave a polite pardon as he bumped into her one day as he approached a creek to drink. Ripple did not take this lightly, not one bit.
The mare immediatly headed after him, unhesitant as she used all of her force, pushing him over into the creek.
Fausto couldn't even fathom what just happened, remaining on his side, eyes wide.
"You better watch yourself, all of this land yet you bump into me!"
Fausto shook his head to himself, but noticing her large, swollen belly he immediately felt a deep foolishness for not noticing earlier.
"Mam' I am very sorry, I truly am." He rambled out his apology as he got back up, though he watched her with great caution in case the smaller mare attempted again to put him back down.
"Sorry doesn't work. You're going to come help me find acorns, or I'm telling my mate." She snorted up to him, as though she had all the power in the world.
It didn't matter how or what she demanded he did for her, it was in Fausto's nature to do as told. He wanted to redeem himself, and show that he wasn't such a fool.
"Of course." He quickly responded, dipping his head in acceptance. It was odd, but he didn't mind. If it was what she wanted, it's what she would get.
They spent time looking, finding acorns that the creatures of the forest had missed, she ate them as they came upon them.
Fausto snuck one out of curiosity, finding that it was rather delicious. He didn't say anything unless spoken to, he didn't wish to be a bother.
They finished once she decided she had enough, and she further requested that he remain with her as she headed back to her mate.
Things went well, and after a number of visits with the pair he became like a part of their family, and it wasn't long after this that her filly came into the world.
Fausto was around the age of two at this time, and something about the filly just had him in absolute awe.
As the filly grew, so did his affection towards her, yet he knew that surely he would lose his friendship with Ripple if he ever showed this let alone admit to such a thing.
To this day he stays a part of their family, admiring their daughter in secrecy, hoping for the day that he finds the courage to admit his feelings towards her.

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Congratulations!

[nimrod.]

Oh my goodness ;-; I can't even... I won him .-.
Thank you sooo so so so much, I beyond love him, he and Gatsby are going to make great buds :3 I can't wait to tell dream <3 Ripple needs to have a filly, and they need to happen xD