[Ines.]

Owner: peachcream
Show name: I Ride The Winds
Barn name: Marco
Gender: Stallion
Height: 14.2 hh
Age: 6
Breed: Mustang
Coloration: Bay Roan Overo
Story:

The Plain was a sea of grass. As far as the eye could see grass with the small cow herd here or there. It was a hot summer day with not a cloud in the sky as I trotted forward I saw a familiar black silhouette. I started to bolt to meet my friend faster. By the time I Reached him I was panting. "Gone," I Cried to Crash my breath coming out in short puffs "They"-pant-"The humans took my Herd" "hello old friend," he replied to me "you always have the odd way of introducing Your self," The exleader of my Herd
Whinnied "come to the river get a drink and tell me what happened you must be thirsty"

So I told him. I told him of how we ventured a little too close to humans. Of how they were collecting horses this year and how they chased usim that I was the fastes and outran them. By the time my story was ended it was night so we slept. When I woke up Crash was gone and it was just me and a sea of grass
Art: [optional]
I'm sorry these are so bad I've never drawn a horse before





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Owner: Mother of Bears
Show name: Glory and Gore
Barn name: Jackson
Gender: Stallion
Height: 14hh
Age: 5 years
Breed: Mustang
Coloration: Bay Roan Overo
Personality: Jackson is honorable and hard-willed, and is so determined to remain free, that nothing will stop him, and it's nearly broken him. He fears his own weakness, and fights it tooth and nail with angst and unease.
Story: Short and tragic--a hoof caught in a snake hole. The fragile bones and tendons crushed, ruined, in the time it takes to take a sharp breath. The world continues to turn, birds screaming and wheeling in the air, Jackson choking on grief and pain. Cicadias chirp in unison to drown out the sweet song of a baying hound, the noises reeling in the stiff humid air. More often than seemed questionable, trucks made their way through, violently shoving everything out of their way. Animals are pulled in wheeled crates behind them, and a dog often pranced in the bed of the vehicle. The animal that no one sees in the middle of the sun baked desert is as good as dead. A walking carcass, advertising the wild fed cuts of meat still living on its bones still. The living buffet will cry and scream for a solid three hours before taking the initiative to survive, tripping forward onto its new sense of purpose. Life has proven to be so fragile that a single misstep determines your expiration date, and you’re left to live what little time you have left. The divorce of nature and mercy has long since gone stale, dead as much as greed is thrumming with life. Now that the baying animal had stopped screaming, a driving sense that instructed one thing, made it move faster. Survive.
Men that had carved their way into the land where now tearing it down with gnashing teeth, and clawed fists. They wanted one thing, and one thing only--glory and gore.
Jackson woke with a violent start, his breath leaving his chest like it was kicked out of him. The moon stared at the blank landscape, shedding it's merciful light on Jackson's surroundings. It was just a dream--but the threat of men taking him from his home was still a very real one.

[Raury]

Owner: Brad
Show name: My Dear Juliet
Barn name: Romeo
Gender: Stallion
Height: 16 hh {Big for his Breed}
Age: 7 years
Breed: Mustang
Coloration: Bay Roan Overo
Story:
Art: [optional]

[Penultima]

This will end this coming saturday, the 27th, which is in 5 days.

[Penultima]

did my entrie in another post cause it was a bit large!

Amazing effort, congrats! I loved everyone's stories!

[Kiwilady]

Ahh ow thank you! I love my boy totem! Ahh I can't beleave it! My day is looking up so much

[Kiwilady]

Anyone who made art
Would I be able to keep nay art?