[paradise,]

making a set of arabian horses, they all have special, preset halters. c:
for this one, write me a short story on their first time in the desert. ( being an arab based horse, they were all born in the desert. )

Username: Eulee
Name: Surviving The Sahara // Jade
Gender: Mare
Eye Color: Green
Genotype: ee/aa/Ff

[ExVenor]

Username; Stumpy STMP
Name;
Gender;
Jewel Color; Eye colour ^^
Short Story;
Wip ^^

[Brownclaw13188]

Username; Brownclaw13188
Name; Valuis
Gender; Stallion
Jewel Color; Ruby
Short Story; There was a sandstorm, Little Valuis and his mother had begun to face it head on. It was harder to for the little colt to keep his footing, the sand was sliding and moving beneath his hooves, causing him to be afraid. It took his mother's reassurance and his courage to push through; the sand from the storm was collecting in his eyes. He shook as much as he could to be rid of the sand, he knew he had to be as brave as his mother, they had to locate the rest of the herd, and fast. meanwhile little Valuis was for some reason playing in the sand and learning how to keep his footing, his mother encouraged him to continue. a while later after the sandstorm had calmed down, they had luckily found the rest of the herd. Valuis was still happily playing around in the sand inviting the other foals to play with him. today they survived a sandstorm and Valuis learned how to walk on sand.

[♥ soft]

popping in to say this is a stunning babe and if i didn't already have a solid chestnut i'd grab 'em ;w; ♥♥

[Eulee]

Username; Eulee
Name; Surviving The Sahara // Jade
Gender; Mare
Jewel Color; Same as eye color, or topaz
Short Story; My eyes fluttered open slowly. Once, twice, three times before they finally stayed open. Next to me lay another creature; mother. I could feel her heartbeat, a steady pulse against my body. I'm not sure how much time had passed (enough to feel like an eternity) before I attempted to stand. After a few tries I became stable, and ran out of the little shack where I was born.

As I took my first step outside, I was startled. I hadn't realized how bone-dry the air was. My excitement must've distracted me, or maybe I was just that ignorant. Scanning my surroundings, aside from the village, I saw a great deal of barren, unwelcoming land and dunes, dunes everywhere. As I stepped on the land, to my surprise, it moved underneath my hoof. I let out a bit of a shriek. Was land supposed to move? Soon enough my mother came over to calm me down.

"Why does it move?" I asked, wondering.

"Because," she paused. How could she explain something like this so that I would understand? She smiled and gazed down at me. "Because unlike other land, sand is free. It's free to move around instead of stay in one place, packed together with the other pieces. Free to travel, like you might one day."

[rook.]

dropping <3

[Arrows]

ｈｅｉｒ  ｔｏ  ｔｈｅ  ｄｅｓｅｒｔ  ｔｈｒｏｎｅ

Username; Arrows
Name; Queen of the Dunes // Ryn
Gender; Mare
Jewel Color; Amber
Short Story; Born from the strongest of mothers, the one who led her herd with fearless beauty, Ryn was a healthy little baby girl. She opened her beautiful, large green eyes to stare at what appeared like something of a barren world. Winds whipped around her and sharp, hot particles of sand pricked at her skin and forced her to close her eyes. Her mother positioned her body in front of her daughter, shielding her from a fierce blow of sand. Within the great swirl of dust, Ryn turned her face towards the heat of the sun and shoved her legs underneath herself. With a great heave, the filly stood upon four hooves. The sand cloud passed and Ryn took in the vastness of her desert home.

The great sun hung high in the sky and beat down upon the desert, giving Ryn's beautiful chestnut coat a brilliant shine. But she did not mind this intense heat - she was born and bred to endure this. All of this. The hot air simply fueled her strength and confidence. And confident she was. For miles upon miles, there was sand. Ryn looked as far as her eyes would take her. There were mountains of sand, small bowls, and flat areas. The terrain always fluctuated. There was no doubt to the young filly, no flash of fear - this was her home. This was her land - through serenity, howling winds, sandstorms, winters, summers, springs, and autumns, it would always call to her. She was a desert beauty.

Her first step was calculated and cautious, gently laying a foot upon a new area of sand, and then another. She had a natural way of moving about her. Ryn appeared to float across the land like her queenly mother. A filly born in the harsh desert was forced to adapt quickly, and among other things, Ryn did that extremely well. The mother and daughter began a trek, the filly's feet skimming across the ground and leaving the slightest impressions in the sand as she galloped with her mother. Larger and many groups of hoofprints promised a herd of horses up ahead. Among intense blows of dust, Ryn and her mother traveled across large dunes and through harsh sand storms.

Through the heavy sand cover, silhouettes of horse figures appeared. The sand settled, and the figures grew clearer. As the pair neared, loud neighs erupted from the group. Immediately, they surrounded Ryn and her mother, greeting them excitedly. Her mother through up her head and whinnied to the herd, and then ran forward. Ryn followed, and soon realized the large number of horses stormed beside her. They threw up plumes of sand. With a burst of energy, Ryn sped up and kept up with her older herd mates.
- - -

The unbearable desert sun was sinking in the sky and the temperatures dropped drastically. Ryn had been welcomed into this herd, and quickly found her mother was not unlike a queen at all - she lead this group, and was known by many others. She had no true name, but many referred to her as Mavia - an ancient Arabic warrior-queen, or Malika, the feminine name meaning queen in Arabic. They stopped at a large pool of water for the evening, and all took long drinks to quench their thirst. Ryn suckled from her mother and licked the milk from her lips when she had finished. Day settled into evening and Ryn lied beneath the stars, tucked beside her mother. Her mother was the desert queen, and she was presumably princess of the desert. And one day, Ryn thought, she would be the queen. The ruler of the dunes. This world of heat and sand and mirages - yes, it would all be hers. And she would lead her herd fearlessly as her mother does. One day.

[Relamune]

Username; delirious
Name; Giza's Mighty Pharaoh // Khufu
Gender; male
Jewel Color; Jade
Short Story;

mark

[solyn]

username;

solyn
name;

prosperity under duress // "priscilla"
gender;

mare/female
jewel color;

topaz
short story;

coughing; hacking ; sounds distinguishable over the howling wind. the only sounds.
in her ears, her young ears, huddled against the flank of her dam, the wind whistle
d, the pained and guttural sounds of the humans accompanying them weaving thro
ugh the sharp and anguished scream of the dense wind, blowing a twisting arc of s
and and dust up and over them, pushing into their lungs, and their noses and their
eyes and.... overwhelming.
a scared whinny, questioning ; "what's happening?" it screams, yet there is no respo
nse, only a blanket, soft, lightly fluttering over her, pressing her closer to the mot
her on whom she depends, tightening around her back as she feels herself sink into
the sand, hunkering close to warm flesh, terrified breaths huffing sand out of her n
ose. then a hand ; the hand of a calming human, scratching just behind her ear, ca
lming her with the familiarity of the gesture.
and then it's over. as soon as it begun, the storm has passed, dancing tower pirouett
ing across the desert away from the little troop. the blanket is lifted, her mother st
ands. like wildflowers, they re-emerge from their sand-covered shelter, pushing thr
ough the dry heat to reach for the blistering sun, to bring themselves back into the
world in which they endure, survive, prosper, repeat. it is the only world that she h
as ever known, and perhaps will ever know.
and in the years to come she will understand how, like the desert wildflower, she t
oo will blossom and bloom under duress, become a sight to behold, something cheri
shed and admired by her peers. though now she is young and naive, in time she will
grow wizened, strong and proud. though now she is simply known as priscilla, it is n
ot long until she will metamorphise into her true potential.
she is priscilla, and she is queen of the desert.

[paradise,]

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