[eleutheromaniac.]

Username:
Name: Imari (Faithful and Loyal)
Gender: Stallion
Age: 6
Height: 13.8
Colour: Pangare Palomino Overo
Extra:

The nervous thump in your chest, the adrenaline of danger, the swift roar of the river. Imari is a dare devil. With this quality comes doing daring things. His absolute FAVORITE thing to do is go across large rivers. Crazy right? The best rivers to cross are the supper fast, supper wide, and about to drop into a waterfall.

The wind blew in my mane and through my tail. I shoved into the ground, hard, with my hind legs. Stretching my limbs as wide as they could go I took a mighty leap onto the rock that stood 10 feet into the river. I barley managed to make it. My hooves slid over the cold, wet, slimy surface. I tensed my muscles in frustration, desperately trying to get a good grip. Finally, I have it. Inhale, exhale. Breath. Time to go to the next rock. I close my eyes, and take in the sounds around me. When I look up, I begin to calculate how far away the next rock is. My heart beats faster. I'll never make it! Stress and fear builds up inside me, and I think to myself, "Just like Mum used to say. Head up, tail down, go for it." I lean down, my bravery building up. The adrenaline pumps through my veins, sending a chill down my back. I go for it. For a moment, everything around me freezes. The roar of the waterfall fades away. I am leaping in slow motion. I am at peace. All of a sudden everything speeds up again, as if something snapped. I'm not going to make it. My front hove hits the rock with a sickening crunch. I shriek in pain. My back legs splash in the water helplessly. The icy coldness of the river stabs at my fur, and my legs feel numb. I scream and scream, pulling with all of my might. Tears of frustration and fear roll down my face. The river tugs at me until my rump is under the water. Then my back... My hove slips. I tumble under the water, rolling and spinning. My head cracks into a rock. The rushing water seeps red, the world spins, fading. I can't breath. Which way is up? Mixtures of white and red flash across my vision. Shots of pure strain shoot through my head. I try to scream in my agony, but my lungs fill up with water. I try to cough, but only more liquid comes rushing in. It tastes metallic. Finally my head breaks the surface. I splash and splash. I cough once, twice, three times! Then I take an enormous breath before I am pulled back under. When I open my eyes, I see something unbelievable.

The ghost of a face is looking at me. In a flash I am up on a log, hacking and coughing, spasming. I slowly and painfully get to my feet. I stumble and fall towards shore. Blood surrounds me, and pain controls me. I breath heavily. I look into the water desperately looking for the face. For a second, I see it. "Mother?" I say weakly. It is gone.

Imari finally goes unconscious in a pool of his own blood. His best friend, Tsunami (my boy) found him a couple minutes later. He was then treated and taken care of. Imari learned from his mistakes.

#1 Bring a buddy with you everywhere
#2 Don't do stupid things
#3 Don't be stupid!

Now Imari still has that goofy flare, he is more carful, and more caring towards others.

[Gaelic]

~Snippity, sorry~

[glass]

Username: glass
Name: Hirsh
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5
Height: 13.4 hh
Colour: Pangare Palomino Overo
Extra: Imagine the wind blowing through your mane, whirling about as the sound of hoofbeats pound on around you. That is what Hirsh loves about racing, his favorite activity. Hirsh has always been competitive, although he had to work hard to get to be as fast as he is. Running is a generic part of every equid's life, but it has been something that Hirsh relishes and does all the time. Whether it was running circles around his dam as a foal, or racing with the other yearlings in the fields, Hirsh was always on his feet.
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He was already breathing heavily, although he had not yet moved an inch. Hirsh felt his muscles tense, as all around him the faint sound of heartbeats thundered inside many equid chests. They were all waiting for the signal that would send them flying down the track, all ready to spring into motion. Suddenly, the atmosphere changed. Over the cheering of the crowd on the sidelines came a call that each racer recognized. Instantly, Hirsh's legs started to move underneath him, bringing him to a full out gallop. Alongside him were other equids, and just like him, they were pumping all their energy into the race. Hirsh plowed ahead, his hind legs kicking up dust in his wake as he tore up the ground beneath him. The rhythm of the beat of his hooves drove Hirsh around the turn, the momentum pushing him ahead. Hirsh ran as fast as he could, coming up on the leader of the race. He could feel the fire in his chest, pushing him further and further still. His legs stretched out as far as they could reach, extending to help gain more ground. He was so close; Hirsh could feel the air whisking around the leader's hooves as he passed by. Grinning to himself, Hirsh knew that there was a look of amazement on the equid's face. The final stretch was upon them, the last straightaway left to go. The sound of the breath of his competition behind him would have scared Hirsh, but he didn't have time to think about it. His legs carried him over the finish line, as the sound of cheering exploded all around him. Hirsh skidded to a halt, exhausted yet so very, very proud. He lifted his head, a grin on his face that stretched from cheek to cheek. If this was what it felt like to win, Hirsh planned on doing more often.

[Kosciusko]

Username: Kosciusko
Name: Khari (Pronounced: KHAH-ree. African origin meaning: Like a king)
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5
Height: 14.2
Colour: Pangare Palomino Overo
Extra:

WIP

[SingTheRain]

Username: SingTheRain
Name: Diallo
Gender: Stallion
Age: 5 years
Height: 14.2 hh
Colour: Pangare Palomino Overo
Extra: Diallo's activities range from racing (either equids, other creatures, or a stick floating down a stream) to dipping his tail in water and 'painting' a fleeting image on flat, sun-warmed rocks. As a foal, Diallo's favorite thing to do was collect shells he liked in his mouth. He'd walk along the shore, spot a lovely little cowrie shell, and pick it up gently between his teeth. He liked to roll it around, feeling the cold ridges with his tongue. If it met his standards, he'd carry it in the side of his cheek for the rest of the day (careful not to swallow it) and bring it back to his favorite sleeping spot. As a stallion, he no longer does this. As often, anyhow. Though Diallo finds these activities enjoyable, his real passion storytelling. He simply drinks in tales of all sorts. He begs for stories from anyone he meets and watches in complete wonderment as they're told. After hearing it (only once!), Diallo will repeat the stories to anyone who will listen. Sure, he may add a detail or an exaggerated tail gesture here and there, but he never alters the integrity of the tale. He lives to act out his vast collection of stories for curious crowds. Their enthrallment is all the reward he needs.

Once, Diallo was performing a story for a group of three little fillies and a colt. The story, which features a lost young elephant being stalked by a human hunter, is one of his favorites. He pulls out all the stops: waving his tail to imitate the elephant's trunk and even rearing up on his hind legs to mimic the hunter. This time, however, Diallo had just returned from a trip to the beach. What does that mean? Well, he had a cowrie shell in his mouth, of course! With the shell in his mouth, he was able to complete the story as he never had before: he could position the shell in his mouth just so and use it to make the whistle of the bird whose loud call scared off the hunter. It was the ultimate addition! The foals loved it, and so did he. Now, whenever he plans to tell that particular story, Diallo carries a cowrie shell in his cheek, ready to amaze every audience he encounters.

[Luna~tic]

Username: Luna~tic
Name:
Gender: Stallion
Age: 7 years
Height: 13.2hh
Colour: Pangare Palomino Overo
Extra: WIP, I Have the perfect idea!

[WolfHunter18]

Username: WolfHunter18
Name: Sanva
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4
Height: 14hh
Colour: Pangare Palomino Overo
Extra: Sanva loves to jump, whether it be over a stream, logs, or boulders. He loves to test himself and improve his length and hieght. He enjoys the challenge of something new to jump over and with practice and practice until he finally gets it

[doriengray]

Username: Snaffle
Name: Hawk
Gender: Stallion
Age: Six
Height: 13.1hh
Colour: Pangare Palomino Overo
Extra:
Hawk loves to collect feathers that he finds lying around on the ground. He finds it interesting that they all have a story, and all have been in the air in the past. It's one of Hawk's deepest wishes to fly. He often wishes he was what his name describes him to be, a Hawk. But for now, he's fine with watching the birds fly around him, and collecting their fallen feathers.

The day was already beautiful, despite the sun only just rising. The air was crisp and fresh, the sunlight was warm and welcoming. Hawk stirred in his sleep, his dreams recognising his true wish, to be able to fly. He was soaring through the clouds, whisking this way and then, but eventually he awoke, as the sunlight streamed in and he blinked open his eyes. Sighing, the stallion stood up, shaking his coat. Being disappointed about his dream, he was un-motivated, that was, until, he saw a magnificent bird pirching on a tree brand. It's feathers were glistening in the sunlight, it held it's body with such proudness. It was an eagle. Excited, his hooves tingled with anticipation as he bounded up the tree. The bird looked at him, before it flew away. Hawk loved chasing after the birds, it gave him some sense that he was flying with them.
He followed closely behind it, always gaining more and more speed. He leapt over tree trunks, over bushes. He dodged boulders, rocks and trees. He soared, while his hooves still touched the ground.
And all of a sudden, he realised he was gaining towards a cliff. He knew this cliff, beneath it was a deep pool of fresh and clean water. He often went there to relax, and had wondered what it'd be like to cliff jump. Laying his ears back on his head, he picked up his speed. The eagle looked back at him, as if it was edging him on. Finally, the stallion was at the edge, and he leapt.
For those few seconds he was in the air, he felt as if he was soaring. The eagle flew beside him, until he began to fall. Landing with a splash in the water, he surfaced and swam to the edge. His heart was pounding, that truly felt as if he was flying. Then his eyes caught something in the water, a floating feather. He looked around for the eagle, it was gone. He reached into the water and pulled out the feather. It was big, and gorgeous. Perfect for his collection. As he walked back home, he sent a silent thank you to the eagle, for letting him fly for just a few seconds.

[Yamaneko]

Username: Yamaneko
Name: Gharib (means foreigner but traveller as well)
Gender: Stallion
Age: 8 years
Height: 12.3hh
Colour: Pangare Palomino Overo
Extra: Gharib means foreigner or traveler. The name says it all. He loves to travel and to explore foreign landscapes and cultures. Other equids and their herd practices are fascinating for him.

On his journeys he learned that bipeds (he always calls humans like that) of different cultures create different things for their horses and even for equids, too. Those different and often colourful things amazed him and he started to collect them as souvenirs. From time to time Gharib wears those accessories, just because he loves them.

Gharib lately joined one of the bipeds because he saw that he could reach even more places on their side. And a biped has some great possibilities to carry his souvenirs home.

Another fascinating thing are masks. Somehow Gharib feels they are more than just human stuff. Some of them are filled with a hint of magic. The stallion is committed to feel this magic when le looks at them. It's a strange feeling, a mix of excitement, a slight gooseflesh and the mood the mask shows itself. Gharib often spends some time just with staring at them.

Of course the journeys with his biped are not just for fun. They require that he participates in some equid shows or competitions. But that's ok for him because they make sure that he really meets foreign equids. Although he is not the best equid for competitions Gharib tries his best and sometimes they are even fun.

During all those journeys and new loose contacts he sometimes feels a bit lonely. But until now Gharib hasn't found a friend who shares his passion for exploring. Although he would really appreciate a friend this thought frightens him a little bit. This friend really has to share his passions because he fears a decision between a friend and his beloved journeys.

Funny fact: Although Gharib spends a lot of time with masks he never recognized that his face looks a bit like a mask, too. Only after one of his loose contacts told him about it, he saw that his face markings look a bit like one.



Story:
The square behind the buildings was hot and dusty. A huge herd of bipeds surrounded the place. Their voices mixed up with the screams of the swallows above him. It was exiting, maybe even a little bit frightening but Gharib enjoyed this scenery. He twisted his ears and raised his head to get as many impressions as possible.

A hand full of other equids walked over this dusty square, too. Each of them had a biped on their side. Most of them seemed to be a bit scarred by all the trouble around them. When he looked at them Gharib already looked forward to meet them after the show. He was sure there were some interesting characters with stories from different regions among them.

The biped next to him mumbled something he couldn't understand. But it sounded somehow depressant. Gharib snorted. There was no need for calming words. This scenery was amazing. If he was honest he didn't even want to enter the buildings for that strange kind of competition while there was so much to discover around. But it was his decision to travel with his biped because together they were able to go to places whereof Gharib dreamed at night.

Gharibs gaze wandered over the crowd of bipeds. Suddenly he spotted a small gab which revealed the tent like buildings behind all those viewers. One of them was full of equid and horse stuff. Immediately Gharib stopped moving and turned towards it. What he saw took his full attention - at least for a moment. His biped made a strange voice with a long "ooooh", which sounded a little bit annoyed. Gharib looked at the equid equipment. It looked really interesting. There were colourful fabrics with many funny patterns. They looked a bit like masks. Masks! They were one of his greatest passions. Gharib loved masks! They were fascinating and each one seemed to tell an own story. Those masks seemed to be specially made for equids. Once he had seen one of them, worn by an equid who participated in reces. But he never got the chance to get one of those racing masks. His biped called him by name and pulled the rope of his halter. No chance. Gharib neighed exited and stiffed his neck. He wasn't tall but strong. And maybe a bit headstrong, too. His biped tried their best but after a short fight, they gave in. Again they said something he wasn't able to undrestand. It sounded yielding and therefore Gharib knew he won.

His biped led him off the square, sighing but smiling, too. Together they went to this strange tent with all the masks. Gharib was really excited, now. He rubbernecked all those masks, took a closer look at one, sniffed on the next. Finally he found the one he liked best. It was made of a soft and beautiful green fabric with golden seams. And somehow it smelled of adventure. His biped accepted their fate and bought the racing mask for Gharib. The stallion lowered his head and waited patiently and persistent until they put him the mask on. Again the biped said something strange but finally they returned to the other equids. Gharib was rather proud about his victory. Too proud to care about the other equids reactions. Now he was ready for action.

[sheepish]

Username: Sheepishlie
Name: Orienteer
Gender: Stallion
Age: 4 Years
Height: 14 hh
Colour: Pangare Palomino Overo
Extra: As cliché as it might seem, this domestic quiddy loves to travel and navigate with an odd treasure he found in the pasture when he was a yearling. That treasure would be an old-fashioned compass that he hardly understands but is still intrigued by the spinning needle and the copper taste of the metal in his mouth which he had learned to be relatively gentle with. It's no secret that he knows how to work the gates, as much curious-equid-proofing had been put on the gates. His other hobby is causing trouble- and a lot of it.

It wasn't a spectacular day at all, rain pouring down, wind nipping at the pangare palomino's nose and ears. A lazy trot was his gait at the time as the copper object was loosely clicking in his mouth with each step until he came to the gate that held so many locks at this point it was insane. Dropping the compass that was covered in a thin film of saliva, the equid reached his head over the top of the fence. Lips reaching for the first lock, his neck pressed against the cold metal bars that were meant to keep him in the pasture. Grasping the simple chain, he bobbed his head until he heard the clink of the condensed metal against hollowed poles. Letting the chain fall from his mouth, he spooked as a loud bang sounded from the gate. Breaking into a gallop with his tail streaming out behind him, he glanced backward from the corner of his whiskey colored eyes to find nothing dangerous. Slowing, he eventually turned back to the gate to continue his mischievous work.

Shoving his head against the gate, he still found that it refused to budge. A disappointed snort left his nostrils as he looked over the fence once more. Almost too intelligent for his own good, he found a small bar that crossed into the wood, a small lever that maybe he could grab in sight. The stallion arched his neck to reach for the lever but could not reach it through a couple minutes of trying to do so. Finding the attempt to be pointless, he pawed at the fence to no avail. Another snort with a toss of his head.

Snaking his head down to the fence, he took note that his head could fit between two of the wooden gaps and went to try his luck immediately. Finding freedom in doing this, he tested his new discovery multiple times before returning to the gate where he easily took the lever in his flattened teeth and dragged it backwards until another clang sounded. Backing up to test the gate once more, he pressed his side to the metal. It wavered under his weight but still remained to keep him in his pasture.

Eventually returning to his newly discovered system, he was quick to find the last lock which was nothing but a simple stake in the soggy earth. Nose reaching forward to shove the wooden object that blocked his path from freedom, he knocked it over in a blink of an eye. His freedom was evident now. Nostrils dilated as he pulled his head back, Orienteer scanned the ground for his shining compass, finding it soon enough. Picking up the copper object, he backed up before shoving his chest against the door which flung open under his weight.

Stalling for no less than a second, he picked his feet up and spiked them downward for grip into the soft earth with every stride. Head stretching forward as his head gave a little shake, his smooth strides became a little more like a hop as the endless fields in front of him seemed to call his name. A small flock of finches flying overhead, he tried to keep pace with the avian creatures but eventually found their stamina was much more tuned than his own. Head raised towards the birds, he was on the verge of slowing when his body collided with yet another hard object. Compass flying from his mouth due to it's continuing inertia, the stallion watched with wide eyes as his treasure flew over yet another fence. Where had this one come from?!

A sound that could only be compared to the crying of a dog left the equid's throat while he paced along the fence line. Noticing an equine figure in the distance, Orienteer tried his best to get the attention of the mare but failed to do so as she casually disappeared from sight. Shoving his head against the taller fence in defeat, small snorts left his nose. Never in his life had he wished for his caretaker to help him out in this moment that was so much of a struggle for the stallion.