[Ariana Black]

Owner: If you mean username; i r o n hand;;

Name: Amonsephaues (Amon) /A-mon-seh-ha-fees/

Breed: Arabian

Height: 15.4 hh

Gender: Stallion

Age at Day of Death: 28 years.

Age: 5 years

Personality: Amonsephaues is rather cold and serious, and doesn't like frivolous play. He is headstrong, and sticks to his mind. But he is agitated and angry because of his transformation from god to horse. If anybody challenges him, he would be mad. But though, he still isn't adapted to his horse body, so Amon still listens to other horses, unwillingly and furious. He is a born leader, and Amon hates being the follower. He is a fair leader and likes to respected.

Color: Grey

Markings: White snip on his muzzle.

Other:
Story - I watched the beautiful golden horse statue be presented me. It was a gift to me by my believers. It shined beautifully, gleaming with luxurious polish and polishing oil. The statue was very tall, and I was quite satisfied. I observed it carefully. It had perfect equine anatomy build correctly with genuine gold, and it was a statue of an Arabian horse. A beautiful head, and slim and graceful build, with a long flowing mane. No dents, no scratches, no fingerprints. It was absolutely perfect and beautiful. I touched the beautiful statue. And suddenly and mysteriously, the eyes of the arabian glowed red.

Suddenly, my body changed. I took place into a grey horse, my torso turning longer and slimmer, my head growing narrow and long, my neck getting longer, and my arms and legs turned into horse legs. I stared in a mirror with horror. I was an arabian horse. I had a mask on my horse form, which was my crown in god form.

There was a piercing noise, and my palace began shaking. Everything turned pitch black. The golden arabian statue's eyes glowed red, and an evil laugh came from it. Then I knew why I turned into a horse. It was cursed, and I had touched it. But who was against me, who cursed it?

Blackness over took me, and I couldn't see anything. Then a sandstorm appeared, sweeping me. I raced against it in the dark, and closed my eyes in terror.

[Lost Wolf]

Owner: andycandy
Name: Horus
Breed: Arabian
Height: Five feet
Gender: Stallion
Age at Day of Death: 10
Age: 10
Personality: Horus is a battle ready horse who loves adventure.
Color: Grey
Markings: White snip on his muzzle.
Other: The way the god became a horse was: On a dark stormy night he died next to his horse.His sprit searched for a body to reclaim for his own but all there was was his horse.The soul found its way into the body and the horse became a god.Only a few people realized that the dead gods sprit was in the horse.But those who did realize renamed the horse Horus and made him a god to their land

[hibari,]

Owner: If you mean username; i r o n hand;;

Name: Amonsephaues (Amon) /A-mon-seh-ha-fees/

Breed: Arabian

Height: 15.4 hh

Gender: Stallion

Age at Day of Death: 28 years.

Age: 5 years

Personality: Amonsephaues is rather cold and serious, and doesn't like frivolous play. He is headstrong, and sticks to his mind. But he is agitated and angry because of his transformation from god to horse. If anybody challenges him, he would be mad. But though, he still isn't adapted to his horse body, so Amon still listens to other horses, unwillingly and furious. He is a born leader, and Amon hates being the follower. He is a fair leader and likes to respected.

Color: Grey

Markings: White snip on his muzzle.

Other:
Story - I watched the beautiful golden horse statue be presented me. It was a gift to me by my believers. It shined beautifully, gleaming with luxurious polish and polishing oil. The statue was very tall, and I was quite satisfied. I observed it carefully. It had perfect equine anatomy build correctly with genuine gold, and it was a statue of an Arabian horse. A beautiful head, and slim and graceful build, with a long flowing mane. No dents, no scratches, no fingerprints. It was absolutely perfect and beautiful. I touched the beautiful statue. And suddenly and mysteriously, the eyes of the arabian glowed red.

Suddenly, my body changed. I took place into a grey horse, my torso turning longer and slimmer, my head growing narrow and long, my neck getting longer, and my arms and legs turned into horse legs. I stared in a mirror with horror. I was an arabian horse. I had a mask on my horse form, which was my crown in god form.

There was a piercing noise, and my palace began shaking. Everything turned pitch black. The golden arabian statue's eyes glowed red, and an evil laugh came from it. Then I knew why I turned into a horse. It was cursed, and I had touched it. But who was against me, who cursed it?

Blackness over took me, and I couldn't see anything. Then a sandstorm appeared, sweeping me. I raced against it in the dark, and closed my eyes in terror.

[Ariana Black]

Owner: If you mean username; i r o n hand;;

Name: Amonsephaues (Amon) /A-mon-seh-ha-fees/

Breed: Arabian

Height: 15.4 hh

Gender: Stallion

Age at Day of Death: 28 years.

Age: 5 years

Personality: Amonsephaues is rather cold and serious, and doesn't like frivolous play. He is headstrong, and sticks to his mind. But he is agitated and angry because of his transformation from god to horse. If anybody challenges him, he would be mad. But though, he still isn't adapted to his horse body, so Amon still listens to other horses, unwillingly and furious. He is a born leader, and Amon hates being the follower. He is a fair leader and likes to respected.

Color: Grey

Markings: White snip on his muzzle.

Other:
Story - I watched the beautiful golden horse statue be presented me. It was a gift to me by my believers. It shined beautifully, gleaming with luxurious polish and polishing oil. The statue was very tall, and I was quite satisfied. I observed it carefully. It had perfect equine anatomy build correctly with genuine gold, and it was a statue of an Arabian horse. A beautiful head, and slim and graceful build, with a long flowing mane. No dents, no scratches, no fingerprints. It was absolutely perfect and beautiful. I touched the beautiful statue. And suddenly and mysteriously, the eyes of the arabian glowed red.

Suddenly, my body changed. I took place into a grey horse, my torso turning longer and slimmer, my head growing narrow and long, my neck getting longer, and my arms and legs turned into horse legs. I stared in a mirror with horror. I was an arabian horse. I had a mask on my horse form, which was my crown in god form.

There was a piercing noise, and my palace began shaking. Everything turned pitch black. The golden arabian statue's eyes glowed red, and an evil laugh came from it. Then I knew why I turned into a horse. It was cursed, and I had touched it. But who was against me, who cursed it?

Blackness over took me, and I couldn't see anything. Then a sandstorm appeared, sweeping me. I raced against it in the dark, and closed my eyes in terror.

I have to say I liked both stories so good job to you both. It was hard to choose but this one seemed a perfect match. Enjoy.^^

[hibari,]

Owner: If you mean username; i r o n hand;;

Name: Amonsephaues (Amon) /A-mon-seh-ha-fees/

Breed: Arabian

Height: 15.4 hh

Gender: Stallion

Age at Day of Death: 28 years.

Age: 5 years

Personality: Amonsephaues is rather cold and serious, and doesn't like frivolous play. He is headstrong, and sticks to his mind. But he is agitated and angry because of his transformation from god to horse. If anybody challenges him, he would be mad. But though, he still isn't adapted to his horse body, so Amon still listens to other horses, unwillingly and furious. He is a born leader, and Amon hates being the follower. He is a fair leader and likes to respected.

Color: Grey

Markings: White snip on his muzzle.

Other:
Story - I watched the beautiful golden horse statue be presented me. It was a gift to me by my believers. It shined beautifully, gleaming with luxurious polish and polishing oil. The statue was very tall, and I was quite satisfied. I observed it carefully. It had perfect equine anatomy build correctly with genuine gold, and it was a statue of an Arabian horse. A beautiful head, and slim and graceful build, with a long flowing mane. No dents, no scratches, no fingerprints. It was absolutely perfect and beautiful. I touched the beautiful statue. And suddenly and mysteriously, the eyes of the arabian glowed red.

Suddenly, my body changed. I took place into a grey horse, my torso turning longer and slimmer, my head growing narrow and long, my neck getting longer, and my arms and legs turned into horse legs. I stared in a mirror with horror. I was an arabian horse. I had a mask on my horse form, which was my crown in god form.

There was a piercing noise, and my palace began shaking. Everything turned pitch black. The golden arabian statue's eyes glowed red, and an evil laugh came from it. Then I knew why I turned into a horse. It was cursed, and I had touched it. But who was against me, who cursed it?

Blackness over took me, and I couldn't see anything. Then a sandstorm appeared, sweeping me. I raced against it in the dark, and closed my eyes in terror.

I have to say I liked both stories so good job to you both. It was hard to choose but this one seemed a perfect match. Enjoy.^^

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! I JUST LOVE THIS HANDSOME SO MUCH. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!

[Ariana Black]

You're welcome glad you enjoy him. Your story fit him beautifully.