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Windrunnerby `Crazy-Sparkles

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This is my OC, Windrunner. She was one of the first characters I ever created, and in the first story I ever wrote in the 6th grade, she was the main character.

Windrunner's story is a tragic one. I've obviously revised it over the years, but nonetheless, here is a brief preview...

Windrunner was born in the desert, far to the east in a placid oasis. Both her parents, both pure Andalusians took great pride in their young daughter, their first child, however secretly her father had wished with all his being for a son. For the first two years of her life the young filly flourished on the wisdom and freedom of her desert home and the nurturing of her parents, but her carefree way of being was soon to end.

One particularly stormy evening, her mother heavy with foal left the small family group. Her father paced for hours as he waited for the return of his mate, but when morning broke there was still no news. When at last he could take it no more as the sun scorched overhead, her proud father set off to find the mare, leaving Windrunner alone with the rest of the herd. The cry of anguish that rattled the landscape next, was the beginning, of the end.

Windrunner's mother had died giving birth to her younger brother, who had also perished during the intense struggle. Her father, completely ravaged with pain turned on her, and blamed her for both their deaths. Unable to set eyes upon his daughter, who had been borne from the womb of the mare he loved more than anything, he chased her off to wander through the deserts alone.

For many months Windrunner struggled to find a herd that would accept her. The nights were cold without a band to huddle against, and her heart panged with a deep lonliness and sadness. However, news travels fast on the wind, and there was talk in all the local herds that the young filly was cursed.

"It's her black star," they whispered at the waterhole. "It's an omen. Bad luck follows the one with the smeared forehead."

So, even now Windrunner wanders her desert home, searching for compassion and companionship amongst the superstitious herds. She has even considered leaving all that she has ever known to start anew, but without a friend to ease her fears, these are just dreams.

Windrunner (c) Me
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!peacenluv10101 Jan 29, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

~HorsesRule123 Has stolen this from you

~celinaclraw Jan 29, 2011 Student Digital Artist

Hey! thaught you might wanna take a look at this... [link]
I suspect the person posting it to have nothing there made her/himself so I figured I find out where the orgins of this drawing were. I think it's taken more seriously when you report someone posting your own work, than if someone else does it.

~Rajial Jul 12, 2009

What a story!

I'd love to see you expand on this. I'm a big fan of complex, original backgrounds for one's horses. I also like that Windrunner is pretty natural-looking and not insane colors. Nice job.

`Crazy-Sparkles Jul 26, 2009 Hobbyist General Artist

Well gee thankyou. You know odd colored horses seem to have really caught on, and I've never been able to get into them as much as other people. I prefer natural colors, call me old fashioned

If you like Windrunner's story, you might like the actual story I'm writing. It's complex and original

If you get bored sometime, check it out!

!alstume Mar 25, 2008

can you make wishes for me? i love the style so much!

`Crazy-Sparkles Mar 26, 2008 Hobbyist General Artist

I'll see what I can do, but I'm not really taking requests at this time. If you'd like, you may pick one of the linearts I have and use that to color your character.

!alstume Mar 27, 2008

oh ok! thanks. and i would color you're lineart!

*Horsesnhurricanes Mar 11, 2008

Such a sad story and sad expression

But cute

She needs a big huggggg...

Beautiful work, as I have come to expect

`Crazy-Sparkles Mar 12, 2008 Hobbyist General Artist

Yes, her life was a rather tragic one

but she appreciates the hugs!

*Horsesnhurricanes Mar 15, 2008

*sends more*

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