[peppermintleo]

Username: PureCrazy
Equid's Name: Cirta Nesse (Cirta)
Age: 4 years
Height: 14.3 hh
Gender: Stallion
Wild/Domestic: Forever Wild
Personality/Story: Cirta threw back his head, whinnying loudly. His hot breath clouded and fluttered away in the cold wind, the shrill sound screaming out over the valley. He pawed the rock crag he was braced upon, small chips dropping to his sleeping place just below, bouncing off the roots of the great blue spruce that also made the crag and the small cave below it's home.

He demanded his herds attention, all three members. Two mares and a little foal. As he dropped his head, regarding his miniature herd with soulful emerald eyes, Cirta couldn't help but feel happiness and nostalgia at the sight of the landscape. Settling down calmly, legs folded under him, he recalled the first time he'd seen this valley and the things he'd told his mother when his birth herd had stumbled over it without even a passing glance.

"There is nothing more gorgeous than a snow dusted land. Nothing better than the perfect drifting of snowflakes, each different and unique like the equids who roam the snowy land. I'll call this place home, my place of piece and perfection. The chilled wind, the shivering blue spruce trees, the swaying grass poking from the lazy snow... And I'll tell everyone, you've never known true beauty until you've seen my Home, my land. Here is where I'll start my herd, the place I'll show and pass between each mare, stallion, and foal that comes by me. You can live here too Mother. "

His mother had offered him a smile tainted with sadness. All the equids in their herd knew she wouldn't last past the next winter, Cirta was her last foal, an impossibility it had seemed. Even though she knew this, she still gifted her last son with encouragement and love. "Son, I would love that very much." She had whispered, before nudging him to catch up with their herd.

Cirta smiled, just as sadly has his mother had in that moment. He'd done it, he'd established a miniature herd in the place he'd described to the most important mare in his life. The gorgeous place that reminded him so strongly of her, past just the memory of them passing through. The icy world reminded of his mother's lovely pale coat, the crystal skies of her eyes, and the odd warmth the beauty offered of her motherly affection.

"Yes. This place is beautiful. Mother, I hope you love it just as much as I."
Art: (Note; I havent drawn any kind of Equine in forever xD)
- Cirta Headshot

[Alchemi]

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:

[SnivelGriff]

Marking because I want to stalk the entries ;v;

[Jitterbug.]

Username: Jitterbug.
Equid's Name: Benjamin
Age: 9
Height: 14.3 hh
Gender: Stallion
Wild/Domestic: Wild
Personality/Story: Benjamin is quite a peculiar equid, very intelligent with an inquisitive nature and a strong will to understand the many aspects of life. He would probably be best described as a mad scientist, just without the lab coat. He takes time to closely examine objects and his surroundings, whether it be a strange bird or even a mossy rock. He is always mumbling to himself, pondering different thoughts and asking himself questions out loud, almost as if his brain is so full with information that it is overflowing out of his mouth. However when it comes to talking to other equids, he is very socially awkward, not knowing what to say or how to respond to questions, so he tries to stay withdrawn from others to avoid these situations. He has many theories about the world, and when a new idea comes into his head, he can sometimes go into a trance-like state, turning completely immobile for a short period of time as he turns over endless ideas and possibilies in an attempt to answer one of his many questions in life. He is very observant, noticing the smallest of things that another's eye would easily miss. However he can often be very clumsy, too busy contemplating his ideas and theories to watch where he is going. Humans are one of the biggest mysteries in his life and one that he is determined to solve.
Art:

[S h e b s t e r]

Username:S h e b s t e r
Equid's Name:Jack Frost
Age:5
Height: 14.3 hh
Gender: Stallion
Wild/Domestic:Both (Mainly Domestic), just depends on the season.
Personality/Story: Jack is a wanderer he runs freely during the winter time around in the mountains, because his human owners know his love for winter. They also know that he will be running back home when spring hits. Jack is a mastermind he thinks of ways to get out of stuff no matter how tough the situation. Jack acts very childish and stubborn he always says that he's never going to grow-up. Jack is very imaginative which makes him.. him.. He gets along with immature creatures, no matter the size, gender etc, as long as they are fun and a little nutty like him.

Christmas is his favorite holiday!!. Since he loves winter and christmas he also participates in all the activities and then some. Such as.. snowball fights, building igloos, playing with reindeer, getting dressed up, decorating a christmas tree, trying to catch mares under the mistletoe, bake sugar cookies, and of course can't forget... unwrapping PRESENTS! Jack likes to draw patterns in the snow with his tail kinda like painting. He loves the sound of jingle bells ringing, so before his human owners release him for winter they put silver bells around his ankles and one at the beginning of his tail.Jack thinks its funny to shake the snow off him to make them jingle. When the air is extremely cold and crisp Jack likes to so called.. "Breath Ice" he runs around acting like hes making snow appear from his mouth. When there is enough snow on the ground Jack tends to roll up a bunch of huge snowballs and cause a fake avalaunch.
Art:

Just a little sketch I made of him figured id post it.(:

[spring.]

Okay so he is beautiful and I would love to try out but I don't have time.

He ends on my birthday. .-. whut

Good luck to all!! I can't wait to see the creativeness that will go into this boy !

[♥ soft]

It's your birthday now in my time zone, Spring. Happy Birthday! ^u^
Thankyou! Good luck everyone <3

[Alchemi]

Good luck everyone! everyones art/stories/personalities are so awesome I can't wait to see who gets to take this pretty boy home! who ever wins may keep my art if they do desire to

[Kitsyn]

This was a hard choice o.o

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:

Congratulations!

[Alchemi]

Oh my goodness!!!!! am i dreaming? *pinches self*
thank you sooo sooo sooo much Neon i adore him so much! I can't believe i just won my first equid!
everyones art is so gorgeous i thought there was no way
thank you thank you thank you!