[Zax]

I considered keeping him, but I decided to share the silver gene with you all! Nevertheless, I shall be picky.

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[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Skíbaar Name:[/b]
[b]Skíbaar Gender: Stallion[/b]
[b]Skíbaar Height: 16.1 hh[/b]
[b]Skíbaar ID: 007[/b]
[b]Write a story of him in his first battle OR doodle him:[/b]

[ET4252]

Username: ET452
Skíbaar Name: Niomunda (means secret agent, I just couldn't help it considering his ID ^^)
Skíbaar Gender: Stallion
Skíbaar Height: 16.1 hh
Skíbaar ID: 007
Write a story of him in his first battle: WIP

The arid wind snaked its way across the desert sand, causing eyes to water and blowing the scent of the coming battle under the horses' waiting nostrils. Niomunda danced nervously from side to side the only thing holding him back was the firm but gentle pressure his rider kept applying to the bit.
"Steady there boy." The rider said gently running his hand over the stallion's smooth glossy coat under which he could feel those iron hard muscles twitching and moving, ready to release at a moments notice. Although his words were ment to calm and sooth Niomunda could hear the energy that crackle just under the surface, this was both of turns first battle, and only their strict training kept both young colts from breaking ranks and charging forward. Suddenly the commander rode forward, his mount a mare so pure white that she seemed to flash and shimmer like a star. The commander rode up and down the lines of troops his sword slicing the air above his head in large circular motions. On his third pass infront of the soldiers he spun his horse so that he was now facing the same way as the rest of them. Like a conductor's baton he brought his sword done, and with the presition of a master orquestra the lines of soldiers surged forward. The desert sun shone brightly, melding into the highly groomed coats until they looked like a moving mass of precious metals. The chestnuts becoming a firery copper, the bays a carefully antiqued bronze, paliminos and duns a liquid gold, with greys ranging from newly polished iron to the palest silver. Niomunda himself was a darker silver, his thin coat rippling as his powerful muscles carried him forward in time with the rest of the group. If it wasn't for the sense of urgency he would have kicked up his heels, simply to rejoice in their flight across the sand. For what was more joyous to a horse than a full stretched out run, with nothing to hold you back, surround by companions on all sides and even one smaller one guiding from a top each of the horses backs. Ahead, just over the dune's crest was their target, a supply caravan heavily laden and heading to supply the enemy which they were battling. Since the soldiers were riding into the wind there be no warning for the poor men charge with shepherding the goods, on moment it would be just them and then the next with a roar like thunder they would be broadsided by a full mounted attack. The formation bore down upon the last dune, the only thing separating them from the target.
"Look out!" The cries from the front of the charge we tore through the air as, just over the crest of the dune, they plowed straight into a line of waiting spear heads. The screams the rent the air came from both man and beast as the front line was brought to an agonizing halt the back rows of riders still pressing forward. Niomuda's sides were heaving as time seemed to come to a near stand still, he could feel his rider slowly start to make the adjustments needed to convey his commands. But after those long horrid hours payed off and even as the thought was still only forming in his riders Niomunda gathered his powerful hindquarters under him and left the ground. Snapping up his front legs until they grazed the underside of his chest, he made it over the lines of spears as easily as a bird crossing a stream. But the fight was not over yet, danger was on all sides and so all of the horses had to dance and twirl like shinning pinwheels to avoid being struck. The fight was a short one, whatever tip the caravan had recieved had grossly under estimated the skill and numbers that would be sent. All of the enemy's number lay dead, layed out in a bloodly row alongside the road. Out of their comany they had lost seven horses and five men. Almost all of the horses killed had been taken in that first crash againt the wall of spears, but the men that died had died both against the wall and also in the resulting fray. Those horses who had lost riders stood dejectedly next to the bodies, loyally standly their reins clasped in the dead mens' fists. Niomunda stood with his head lowered, his nose gently pressed into middle of his rider's back as though to block out the thick sickening smell of blood. Amoung the older soldiers they had a saying, that to ride into your first battle was like seeing a kraken. Indeed from the way the new riders sat, heads held in shaking hands, elbows propped up onto their knees, you could see that they were fighting some internal battle. At a harder nudge from Niomunda the rider raised his head and gently stroked the horses velvet nose, then standing up the rider gently sighed saying as they did so.
"Come on lets get home."


(finally done! ^^ )

[Zax]

Thank you for entering. When I get at least 3-4 entries I'll judge.

[ET4252]

Alright, I was just making sure that this didn't fall into obscurity. ^^

[Zax]

bump

[Zax]

Its obvious Im not going to get anymore entries for this, so.... Congrats!

[ET4252]

Thanks so much!
I have already started doing a couple drawings of him, although I haven't decided what his armor will look like.

[Zax]

OOh! I'm excited to see them!