[Neara]

*note this is Hero's Shade from Zelda Twilight Princess*

Owner: Obsessed
Horse's name: Live Again Die Again // Cain
Gender: Stallion
Eye Color: Red with white pupil
Halter Color: Olive Green
Back Story (max 2 paragraphs):

Cain has been many people. Many, many people. He has been good, and he has been bad. He has been neutral, both chaotic and benevolent. He has been one of those in the gray area, for love and for vengeance. Cain has never been a horse. When did he realize it? How could he not have known? He wasn't sure, but it was the simplicity of a horse in him one day, and the next it was as though he woke up and felt the very weight of each life settling into his bones, the freshest who he had been last. And who had he been last? A soldier. A soldier fighting so that he could go back home to his pregnant wife and two-year-old daughter. He hadn't meant to be a hero. If given the option, if life had options he could mull over and choose, he would have chosen a different path. But it wasn't what Cain was thinking when he finally got the rough mine detector to work and nodon'tstepthere.

Now here he was, a horse, a colt. Young, a life ahead of him. Cain felt sick, legs suddenly not so easy to use, feeling strange and different, parts of his skin to tight and others to loose. A horse. No, no, no, Cain didn't want to be a horse. When he realized (when he remembered why did he have to remember? It would have been better to forget) he bolted in a straight line from his 'dam's' side, tried to remember how to run, how to use four legs, awkwardly got caught on the fence and scrambled the rest of the way over. A horse. He was in shock, he realized, his practical mind said to him. The other half was swirling with questions, most starting with 'how' and 'why'. But no answers came, and he was scooped up by the mare's owner, carried back to said mare, who sniffed him over, deep brown eyes worried and soft and Cain unable to process being a horse and realizing, he had to live anyway. Living wasn't a choice; it was mandatory. So he made the decision then, to live and to find a way to go home, horse or not.[/center]

[Phina Wolf]

Owner: Lv.pnys2
Horse's name: Once Burned, Twice Shy
Gender: Colt
Back Story (max 2 paragraphs): Twice was a human, once. He wasn't a good one, in fact, he was a terrible one. A murder, and worse. He remembers it all. Every detail. He vows that it will be different this time. This time.

[Obsessed]

Owner: Obsessed
Horse's name: Live Again Die Again // Cain
Gender: Colt
Back Story (max 2 paragraphs):

Cain has been many people. Many, many people. He has been good, and he has been bad. He has been neutral, both chaotic and benevolent. He has been one of those in the gray area, for love and for vengeance. Cain has never been a horse. When did he realize it? How could he not have known? He wasn't sure, but it was the simplicity of a horse in him one day, and the next it was as though he woke up and felt the very weight of each life settling into his bones, the freshest who he had been last. And who had he been last? A soldier. A soldier fighting so that he could go back home to his pregnant wife and two-year-old daughter. He hadn't meant to be a hero. If given the option, if life had options he could mull over and choose, he would have chosen a different path. But it wasn't what Cain was thinking when he finally got the rough mine detector to work and nodon'tstepthere.

Now here he was, a horse, a colt. Young, a life ahead of him. Cain felt sick, legs suddenly not so easy to use, feeling strange and different, parts of his skin to tight and others to loose. A horse. No, no, no, Cain didn't want to be a horse. When he realized (when he remembered why did he have to remember? It would have been better to forget) he bolted in a straight line from his 'dam's' side, tried to remember how to run, how to use four legs, awkwardly got caught on the fence and scrambled the rest of the way over. A horse. He was in shock, he realized, his practical mind said to him. The other half was swirling with questions, most starting with 'how' and 'why'. But no answers came, and he was scooped up by the mare's owner, carried back to said mare, who sniffed him over, deep brown eyes worried and soft and Cain unable to process being a horse and realizing, he had to live anyway. Living wasn't a choice; it was mandatory. So he made the decision then, to live and to find a way to go home, horse or not.

[Sandy Hoofprints]

Owner: Sandy Hoofprints
Horse's name: One More Shot "Mallory" (meaning unfortunate/ill-fated)
Gender: Colt
Back Story:

Mallory hit the dusty ground with a jolt. He shook his head and found he couldn't control his legs at all. Why were they so disobedient? He glanced down to see a gangly, fragile body with long spindly limbs failing to balance him upright. His head felt all fuzzy and he felt a strong sense of deja-vu, like he'd done this all before, but he couldn't focus on any of the blurry images in his mind. He eventually spread his legs in some semblance of a standing position, and held himself there exhausted. A part of him knew exactly how to stand, walk, gallop, jump and frolick, but the part that controlled his movements didn't obey the other part and it took a few more attempts before he made his way towards his mothers teat. He suckled greedily, but as he tasted the first drop of milk, he froze. His eyes grew wide and he could not move.

A thousand memories flashed through Mallory's mind in blur. As they flew by he caught glimpses of one thing in every one - a stunning palomino mare - trotting alongside him, nudging him to play with the other colts, cleaning behind his ears. And another image, but it was too distant, too shrouded in in fog. He focused all his willpower on removing the fog and began to see his mother's golden hide ... she was lying on her side ... something was wrong there was something sticky on her face ... it was dark red and it ran down into the soil. Then he noticed the gunshot wound in her temple. His knees buckled and he whimpered and whinnied frnaticly. His mind latched on to how perfectly circular that wound was, but he snapped out of his trance when he suddenly heard a ear-splitting crack, followed almost immediately by agony in his side
and then ...
nothing

[Neara]

congrats Obsessed! you won him! :3 he is now a stallion, you may choose his halter color

[Obsessed]

//Happy dance 'cause worked hard to make a good story// Yay ♥ Can his halter be olive green?
edit: omg so handsome I can't get over it cx Twilight Princess was my favorite Legend of Zelda game ♥

[Sandy Hoofprints]

Congrats Obsessed, he sure is gorgeous!!!

[shortstop]

Hello!
There has been a slight numbering problem which we are now working to fix ^^
The number of this HG should be #010.
Please make sure to also change this on the horse's stable page c:
Thank you so much <3