[G.L'S]

Owner: SenselessHorse
Name: Desire (pronounced Deh-ze-ree)
Age: 4
Gender: female
Breed: Gypsy Vanner
Story: Breathing hard, I peered around the gypsy caravan I was leaning against. She was still there, ears flattened, eyes rolling, hooves pawing the air. The sun made her black and white coat gleam with a shiny sheen. My hands went to my hair and I began weaving it into a neat plait. Ma would scold me if I came back with messy hair.

There was a sudden crack and I looked at the horse. She was crushing a twig into splinters. That horse has got fire in her veins! my father would say. I secured the rubber band at the end of my plait and cautiously stepped into the open.

Big mistake.

The horse curled her upper lip. My lips and throat went dry as she bucked and careened towards me. I tried to move, but every muscle of mine was frozen. Her regal head shot down. Pain rippled up my arm and I shrieked when I saw a scarlet liquid dripping down my arm.


"The horse must be destroyed!" Da thundered when he saw the wound on my arm. Ma hurried about, slathering healing poultices on my arm. "No, Da! She just has to be tamed!" I cried out, not bearing the thought of the beautiful Gyspy Vanner killed by Da and his friends. Da raised an eyebrow. "Be sensible, my girl. This horse has wounded you. I--" "I'll tame her!" I interrupted. "She can be ours and she shall pull our caravan! Please, Da!"

Ma touched Da on his shoulder. "Let our child try. She's good with horses." Da let out an exasperated breath. "If you say so, Carmen." He glared at me. "Go! Tame that beast, and come back with it!"

Moments later, I waited at the clearing where I had last seen the horse. I had a name in mind for her already, and now gripped the red apple in my hand tightly. Where was she?

I did not have to wait long. She came charging out of the trees, snorting. The fear in my heart melted away when I saw her. Holding out the apple, I whistled softly. Her ears pricked, and I braced myself for her to come galloping full-speed at me. But instead she trotted uncertainly in my direction, and stopped. "Desire," I breathed. "Come. I will not hurt you." She let out a small sigh, and nibbled off the apple bit by bit. Slowly, I raised a hand. She did not flinch but leaned into my touch.

Desire's coat was glossy and sleek, her mane full and luxurious. She trotted eagerly beside me as I led her back to camp. I had the satisfication of watching my father's eyes pop wide open. He broke away from his equally astonished friends and ruffled my hair, smiling broadly. "My daughter," he said. "I will not doubt you from this moment longer."

Now Desire is my beloved caravan horse. She must have been abandoned by other gypsies, for she knew all the basics already. She is not perfect, but you must understand that she is the best horse in my world. In my heart.

[scav.]

Owner:
~Galactic Aura~
Name:
Lalic
Age:
3 years
Gender:
female
Breed:
Gypsy Vanner
Story:

September 7, 1985
I grazed quietly among the dewy grass, snorting when the green blades tickled my snout. Hearing shouting from the brick house I swiveled my ears towards the noise. On this foggy morning I could only make out the figure of a gypsy woman, her arm was extended and she was holding a sort of sphere. I trotted over, being the curious horse I am. She muttered words I couldn't understand, and in fustration I stamped my 'furry' hooves into the moist soil. Shh...my child, soon we shall ride. the woman said, but I understood no word but ride. She had turned her back towards me and covered herself almost completely in her shawl. In fustartion with her, I loped over to the far side of the fenced in pasture. I had only been here for a few days, and this woman had already aggitated me.

January 10, 1985
The woman from a few months before soon returned to my home, riding a shaggy old mule. Today was a gloomy day, unlike most of the January days. She had called me by my name and instictivly I came to her, although all my sence told me not to. She patted my large head, and gave me a red apple. She then took out her glass orb from the folds of her shawl and set it gently on the rail fence. As my curiousity perked, I nosed it, trying to make it fall off the rail. No matter how hard I shook it, the orb staid stuck in place, as if it were glued. I licked it, to see if it was a round suger cube, but all I got from it was a doozing feeling, until I had to lie down then and there.

Yes, these were the last accounts of my mortal life. The gypsy woman had frozen my age to three, never agian shall I age.

[bobashob]

Owner: bobashob
Name: Myri
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Breed: Gypsy Vanner
Story: The cold snow blew down on her shivering body. She had been walking all day through the deep snow with the wind fighting her along the way. She finally collapsed as her legs fell before her. the snow slowly started to bury her yet she didn't care, "Let the snow envelop me in this cruel world." Exhaustion swallowed her will to move, to live. She sank slowly into death, but then, a voice broke through the wall of snow. As she slowly raised her weary head a little gypsy boy came into view. His eyes widened as he saw her. She let out a quiet nicker and the boy dropped his bucket and ran back to the fire that she now saw. As he vanished from her sight she let her head fall, and stared into the white that he had appeared from as the snow danced around her. As she stared a light shined through the snow. As she watched the light hope came into her heart, her last anchor to this mortal world. But hope was not enough. As her eyes fluttered shut she heard the voice of the little boy, "It is the answer to all our problems." Then she felt a little warmth around her head, before it went black.

When she woke she found herself on a bed of hay, with the little gypsy boy splayed across her back. She gently nudged him and he woke with a start. As he realized what happened he cried out in joy and ran towards a building. She stared after him as he ran and watched the door he had disappear through. A second late he ran back through the door with an older woman and girl in tow. They all stared at her with loving eyes as she stood to greet them. When she shook of the hay that had collected on her back, they all laughed with joyful tears in their eyes. Her heart went out to this loving gypsy family, so different form her cruel master before. When she walked over to them the boy said" Her name is Myri" With that I had a new home, pulling a joyful home full of loving people.
..rest is WIP

[pecan]

Owner: SenselessHorse
Name: Desire (pronounced Deh-ze-ree)
Age: 4
Gender: female
Breed: Gypsy Vanner
Story: Breathing hard, I peered around the gypsy caravan I was leaning against. She was still there, ears flattened, eyes rolling, hooves pawing the air. The sun made her black and white coat gleam with a shiny sheen. My hands went to my hair and I began weaving it into a neat plait. Ma would scold me if I came back with messy hair.

There was a sudden crack and I looked at the horse. She was crushing a twig into splinters. That horse has got fire in her veins! my father would say. I secured the rubber band at the end of my plait and cautiously stepped into the open.

Big mistake.

The horse curled her upper lip. My lips and throat went dry as she bucked and careened towards me. I tried to move, but every muscle of mine was frozen. Her regal head shot down. Pain rippled up my arm and I shrieked when I saw a scarlet liquid dripping down my arm.


"The horse must be destroyed!" Da thundered when he saw the wound on my arm. Ma hurried about, slathering healing poultices on my arm. "No, Da! She just has to be tamed!" I cried out, not bearing the thought of the beautiful Gyspy Vanner killed by Da and his friends. Da raised an eyebrow. "Be sensible, my girl. This horse has wounded you. I--" "I'll tame her!" I interrupted. "She can be ours and she shall pull our caravan! Please, Da!"

Ma touched Da on his shoulder. "Let our child try. She's good with horses." Da let out an exasperated breath. "If you say so, Carmen." He glared at me. "Go! Tame that beast, and come back with it!"

Moments later, I waited at the clearing where I had last seen the horse. I had a name in mind for her already, and now gripped the red apple in my hand tightly. Where was she?

I did not have to wait long. She came charging out of the trees, snorting. The fear in my heart melted away when I saw her. Holding out the apple, I whistled softly. Her ears pricked, and I braced myself for her to come galloping full-speed at me. But instead she trotted uncertainly in my direction, and stopped. "Desire," I breathed. "Come. I will not hurt you." She let out a small sigh, and nibbled off the apple bit by bit. Slowly, I raised a hand. She did not flinch but leaned into my touch.

Desire's coat was glossy and sleek, her mane full and luxurious. She trotted eagerly beside me as I led her back to camp. I had the satisfication of watching my father's eyes pop wide open. He broke away from his equally astonished friends and ruffled my hair, smiling broadly. "My daughter," he said. "I will not doubt you from this moment longer."

Now Desire is my beloved caravan horse. She must have been abandoned by other gypsies, for she knew all the basics already. She is not perfect, but you must understand that she is the best horse in my world. In my heart.

[G.L'S]

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[G.L'S]

Owner: SenselessHorse
Name: Desire (pronounced Deh-ze-ree)
Age: 4
Gender: female
Breed: Gypsy Vanner
Story: Breathing hard, I peered around the gypsy caravan I was leaning against. She was still there, ears flattened, eyes rolling, hooves pawing the air. The sun made her black and white coat gleam with a shiny sheen. My hands went to my hair and I began weaving it into a neat plait. Ma would scold me if I came back with messy hair.

There was a sudden crack and I looked at the horse. She was crushing a twig into splinters. That horse has got fire in her veins! my father would say. I secured the rubber band at the end of my plait and cautiously stepped into the open.

Big mistake.

The horse curled her upper lip. My lips and throat went dry as she bucked and careened towards me. I tried to move, but every muscle of mine was frozen. Her regal head shot down. Pain rippled up my arm and I shrieked when I saw a scarlet liquid dripping down my arm.


"The horse must be destroyed!" Da thundered when he saw the wound on my arm. Ma hurried about, slathering healing poultices on my arm. "No, Da! She just has to be tamed!" I cried out, not bearing the thought of the beautiful Gyspy Vanner killed by Da and his friends. Da raised an eyebrow. "Be sensible, my girl. This horse has wounded you. I--" "I'll tame her!" I interrupted. "She can be ours and she shall pull our caravan! Please, Da!"

Ma touched Da on his shoulder. "Let our child try. She's good with horses." Da let out an exasperated breath. "If you say so, Carmen." He glared at me. "Go! Tame that beast, and come back with it!"

Moments later, I waited at the clearing where I had last seen the horse. I had a name in mind for her already, and now gripped the red apple in my hand tightly. Where was she?

I did not have to wait long. She came charging out of the trees, snorting. The fear in my heart melted away when I saw her. Holding out the apple, I whistled softly. Her ears pricked, and I braced myself for her to come galloping full-speed at me. But instead she trotted uncertainly in my direction, and stopped. "Desire," I breathed. "Come. I will not hurt you." She let out a small sigh, and nibbled off the apple bit by bit. Slowly, I raised a hand. She did not flinch but leaned into my touch.

Desire's coat was glossy and sleek, her mane full and luxurious. She trotted eagerly beside me as I led her back to camp. I had the satisfication of watching my father's eyes pop wide open. He broke away from his equally astonished friends and ruffled my hair, smiling broadly. "My daughter," he said. "I will not doubt you from this moment longer."

Now Desire is my beloved caravan horse. She must have been abandoned by other gypsies, for she knew all the basics already. She is not perfect, but you must understand that she is the best horse in my world. In my heart.

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