[Kitsyn]

ERMEGEED I love this boy, LOVE! <3

For him I want to see a personality OR story, is he wild OR domestic, and art.
If personality, 250 word max. Story is 700 word max. Art is 3 pieces max. Art can be ordered and of any form; quality over quantity. This will end just over 3 weeks, Friday December 19.

Username: Alchemi
Equid's Name: Brom
Age: 7 years
Height: 14.3 hh
Gender: Stallion
Wild/Domestic: Domestic
Story: (Word Count: 700)
The cold wind and fury of the night storm that had not yet blown itself out was problem enough. It tugged at Brom’s lines and soaked his pale dappled coat to the skin. Even as he stood waiting for his race his body trembled from the cold. In his mind he thought of how miserable this day was. He could feel the dread rising in his chest and in his bones he knew that something bad was about to happen.

On the over head speaker a loud voice cut the dreary silence that had fallen over the equids and their drivers. It called out names and race orders making all of them shift uneasily in their harnesses. Brom chewed at his bit, He was known for being the most settled at races but today something nipped at him. LITTERALLY! Next to him stood a frail finicky looking filly. Her brown eyes were wild with fear and her ears were pressed flat to her neck as she nipped angrily at the equids harnessed around her. Brom had never seen this feisty creature before and he knew why.

He felt a gentle tug on his lines and lifted his head in preparation. To his dismay he spotted the driver of the young filly also gather her leads and urge her forward. As he walked he angled his head so that he could watch her beyond his blinders. She tossed her head bitterly and stomped her feet as she walked. How dare her drivers treat his races as though they were a place to bring their finicky to train. He snorted his frustration and chose to ignore her, he had to focus on the race.

They reached the starting line with no incident, the light cart that trailed after him felt weightless on the harness. He had been king of this race track since he was just four and he planned to remain king until his legs could no longer bare the cart. He had never lost and the thrill of standing next to all of these excited and nervous equids knowing that his muscular form was far superior to theirs was exhilarating.

Next to him her heard a squall and felt someone crash into him. He knew it must have been the new filly without having to look. For most horses the anticipation while waiting at the line was enough to drive them mad with nerves, but Brom was calm and even after the filly bumped him he felt calm and unflustered. All he did was listen, ears pricked and ready. When the sound of the starting bell echoed in his ears he exploded off the starting line. His heart beat matched the thundering of his hooves and the wind against his wet coat was forgotten and heat filled his legs and shoulders. He felt so alive when he was pulling the cart that to him nothing else in the world mattered. This was his kingdom!

Brom paid little heed to the equids around him as he charged to the front of the pack. Although the wet sand bellow his feet tugged at the cart behind him a little more he barely noticed it. He made the first corner with stunning grace for such a balky stallion, But there was suddenly an urgent tug on his lines steering him away from the inside rail. WHY? He thought furiously, he always moved to the inside rail after the first turn. He ground his teeth against the bit defiantly and at first did not listen. A decision he realized he could regret for the remainder of his life as the full weight of the fear crazed filly slammed into his inside shoulder.

He stumbled and tripped. His front shoulder that had taken the blow seemed to cave under his weight and he rolled nose over tail across the packed wet sand. The cart slammed into his back sending an explosion of pain up his spine. When the world stopped tilting Brom flailed his legs in the mess of twisted tangled harness. His body hurt but his pride hurt more, in the distance he watched the remainder of the competitors still running. He had lost.

Art:

[SkySmoke]

Username: SkySmoke
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Height: 14.3 hh
Gender: Stallion
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WIP holy wow is he stunning

[~Trompy]

He is gorgeous, but I don't have the time <3 Congrats to whoever wins him!

[anarchy, inc.]

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eee res

[orse]

Username: {h o r s e}
Equid's Name: Ripple
Age: 1 year
Height: 14.3 hh
Gender: Stallion
Wild/Domestic: Domestic
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[Fiddle]

Username: Fiddle
Equid's Name: Forge
Age: 4
Height: 14.3 hh
Gender: Stallion
Wild/Domestic: Domestic
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*drooling*

[♥ soft]

Username: ♥ twitchy
Equid's Name: Konstantin ["Kostya," to me]
Age: 10
Height: 14.3 hh
Gender: Stallion
Wild/Domestic: Wild
Personality/Story: Konstantin is a quiet, reserved stallion - and yet he can't seem to get any peace. He is known as 'the protector of the mountains' to the locals and often has all kinds of equids - mares with newborns in tow, defeated stallions, young bachelors and fillies alike - show up upon his snow-dusted doorstep, seeking his protection. He accepts all without question - and though he might be getting on in his years, with a tall, proud stance and a stoic expression (hinting at battle-filled, turbulent younger years that have given him a plethora of experiences to draw upon) he is still strong enough to ward the unwanted away. It is ironic that a stallion that finds social interaction uncomfortable would become surrounded by others, and be sought out for for help, but Konstantin is proud of his responsibilities. He will carry out his duty guarding his charges until his very last breath is snatched away upon the icy wind.
Art: by iShame, by .Ghost., by pony-bones

[Manx]

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What a cutie! <33
Possible reserve

[Arche]

Username: .Archangel
Equid's Name: Aleksander, a.k.a 'Angel'
Age: 3 years
Height: 14.3 hh
Gender: Stallion
Wild/Domestic: Wild
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The sun had barely peaked over the horizon, yet the stallion was galloping across the plains. Sparkling dew clung to legs and the early morning light glinted off his silvery coat.

He ignored the strain in his muscles and the burning in his lungs. The sounds of pursuit had long since left his keen ears. He guessed they were still following him, tracking his scent with hounds. He knew he should be scared, terrified even. He wasn’t. The fear had faded, leaving adrenaline and the will to survive in its wake.

He splashed through a stream bubbling with meltwater, spraying water everywhere. His hooves slid on slick pebbles and the current dragged at his legs. Time seemed to slow, his legs suspended in the icy water. Then he was through, scrambling up the bank and kicking up stony mud in his wake. He pushed himself harder and his hooves flew over the ground.

Craggy mountains loomed ever closer and the terrain grew rockier underfoot. A raven cawed behind him and the wind roared in his ears. His heart pounded along with the rhythm of his hooves. And for some insane reason, he loved it.

He swerved right, his hooves clattering on a smooth expanse of rock. He bounded up the rocky incline, barely slowing despite the winding turns. He climbed higher, pausing by a ragged conifer. Dark figures swarmed along the prairie below. Rough shouts reached his ears, along with the frenzied baying of hounds.

He frowned, they were much closer and moving much faster than he had anticipated. The swiftest canine was closing in on the mountain’s base. He turned and ran. Adrenaline quickened his steps. He soared over a narrow ravine, sending pebbles rattling down the sheer precipice. He cantered down a steep sided canyon, shadows swallowing up his grey coat.

The path split and he veered left, streaking through an icy stream. The gravelly path wound higher still, patches of snow began clinging to boulders. He struggled to the top of a ridge, spotting a small herd of equids in the gully below.

He let out a shrill whinny, warning them of the coming danger. He waited until the last one was out of sight, until he could hear the wild canines on his trial. He whinnied again and dashed off in an opposite direction. The thought that he could save himself never once crossing his mind.

He ran faster, sweat dampening his coat. The hounds grew louder, they knew he was tiring. He skidded around a large boulder, catching sight of a mother and her foal. His resolve strengthened. He whinnied and they fled, the mother pushing her baby in front of her.

The stallion paused, but did not yet continue. He waited as the baying grew louder and louder still. He finally turned sprinted down the path as first dog rounded the corner. The barking took on a bloodthirsty tone as the pack caught sight of his fleeing figure. He pushed himself harder as the adrenaline pumping through his veins began to dull.

Foam dripped from his lips and his it took all of his effort not to stumble on the uneven turf. He skidded around another corner, dodging between a small cluster of patchy juniper bushes. The dogs were gaining ground.

He looked at the trail ahead of him and his heart fell to his hooves. A gorge split the trail, he could hear the burbling of a river far below. Teeth snapped at his heel and a fresh burst of adrenaline flared in his chest. He pushed himself harder still and at the last moment, he jumped.

He soared through the air, almost angelically. The stallion tumbled down on the other side of the gorge. He heard a yelp as the lead dog tumbled down to frothing and foaming river below. Standing slowly, he turned to stare down the canines. He waited until the first human appeared, red-faced and breathless.

He had won. Although they had stolen away his herd, he had bested them. He would protect the others who lived here as a tribute to those he had failed. There was darkness in the world, so he would strive to be the light.

{Exactly 700 words <3}
Art:


Wip <3
He's stunning!

[The One & Only Vapor]

-flings heart at this boy- reserve so hard omg

Username: The One & Only Vapor
Equid's Name: Shinon {i promise this is a great theme}
Age: 6 years, 1 month
Height: 14.3 hh
Gender: Stallion
Wild/Domestic: Shinon is wild; however, he was once domestic, and escaped during a terrible accident which has left him permanently scarred, both physically and mentally.
Story: wip.
Art: wip <3

xxx