Can you imagine being a shape shifter a proud one strong and brave yet female. No ha well your gonna have to because that's what I am. Me and my family we were all shape shifter yet I was the only one of my kind. Oh by that I mean type of animal. but I didn't care I was glad that I could shift from a human to an animal it made me feel free and like nothing could ever change that. But Something did change that. One day my family got into a fight a battle that lasted 6 days and me being only 11 was not allowed to fight with the rest of my family. So they try to hide me bellow the cellar. After a while the sounds of the battle stopped I heard people looking through the house then nothing after a day of silence. I came out from beneath the cellar but when I did I wished I hadn't there was my family my mum, dad,3 brothers, gran and.... wait 3 brothers, I had four I looked around I didn't find him. Then It hit me my family my whole family was dead, killed, murdered. I fell to the ground and cried I felt broken. Suddenly I felt this pain in side of me emotional physical and mentally. I screamed out letting go of my anger and as I did I felt myself changing in to my animal form but when I was fully changed I felt different somehow like this transformation was final and I welcomed that being in animal form help To Dull the pain which I was glad of as I had no one to share it with. I buried my family and everyone else. Said good bye, And with that I turned away and ran Off in to the night I am arrabella night. The last and only horse shifter.

None of us remember how good a family is until they are gone. I had to figure this out for myself when my herd was attacked. Nothing was left but a tiny filly with a butterscotch colored coat. I saw it all even though my mother had just given birth to me. Large wolves attacked everyone without warning and I couldn't do anything but lay still. Seventeen years I grew up with no one to care for me so I learned to care for myself. No one knew I survived and I kept it that way. Even if I was to be broken, I never let that happen. ∆∆∆∆∆ #461 in Werewolf category

Some call me hope. Some say I bring luck. But to me, I'm just looking for the one I'll spend the rest of my life with. Abandoned as a foal, I was taught by myself, my instincts. I saw many tamed horses with great companions, who they dearly loved. I've seen many go wrong though. So I'm searching. For the right one. Alone in the wilderness, the traveling paint filly, looking for her saviour. In the years of many Wars, horses are much wanted. To tame, to ride, to die in battle. She must find the right person, or face a horrible fate on the battlefield...