Owner-Nighty
Name-Tamaska
Gender- Male
Age-6 yrs
Height- 7.3 feet
Write a short story about when he was born:Tamaska was born in the middle of a horrible storm in the mountains,in which his mother died giving birth to him.Once the storm ended,Tamaska fell off the mountain and was found by a girl of 13.He was raised with her other horses untill he started growing antlers and started using his electrical 'powers'.The girl recognized him as a Tempestine from one of her books.She released him on top of the mountain.From there he ran up the clouds into his homeland and he has been living amongst other Tempetines untill now.He recieves a dream of the girl and now has set out to find her once again.He does not know what happened to the girl,as she is dieing.He is taking one of his friends, Kenet(made him up) whom was an expert in finding humans.

He's really cool

Please and Thank you!

~ Nighty

Owner-
Hopefully will be me ~RayRay~
Name-
Tyler
Gender-
Male
Age-
2 1/2 yrs.
Height-
7.3 feet
Write a short story about when he was born:
His mom snorted. His stuck his head in the air. Tyler was laid on the ground. He could here yelling coming at him. His dad stomped his hooves his mom snorted more. The others looked at them. Tyler made a little whinny. He cried. His mom carried him and laid him at all the others feet till another horse took him. Tyler was loved but is haunted from his mom and dad's hateful time when he was born. Then he found a human at the age of one. He was raised with her black and white pinto. He was treated awfully. He missed his mom and dad. Finally he reared up and… His powers started coming in he hit them both and he was tossed out. He went to the mountains and saw where he came from a storm.

Thanks for letting me try for this beauty. I've been stalking these things forever.
Personality-
He is loving and sweet. He loves to help out and take care of anybody. He likes to give foals what he didn't have. He hates humans. He can be sad because his back ground but he is happy and loving.

I swear that ref picture looks exactly like one of the horses they used in the movie Hidalgo. I would love to fill out a form but I don't think I can right now. He is lovely though =)

sorry to say but your gonna have to remove the wings. the only way you can get wings is through a breeding gene or through a Mutation egg

No problem! I fixed it I have to say if no one tries out for her i think i mite take her.

okay ^-^ shes rather cute >.> i might try out...nah JK XD Albino is allll i need

This is awesome! (:

Username:Foojustice
Fact about the Alameda's History:The alameda's were killed off by the cavemen for their fur and meet, they were very loyal creatures
Fact about there coats:Their coats range from uncommon to rare probably the rarest colors are earthly green or blue
One thing you can do to take care of them:You can feed them just like a horse but no sugar cubes
Somebody you should listen to:The advisory team members, the design team members and the mods
What will you name this Alameda:Loyal Tiger
Will you take care of it:Of course!!!

Username: Sapphiresmoothie
Fact about the Alameda's History: History of the Alameda Some believe the horse came from this ancient creature. Nobody knows for sure. The Alameda's once roamed the the mountain prairie's, but went extinct due to cavemen hunting them for there feathered fur a delicious meat. Decades upon decades, the Alameda's lived together in herds of 4 or 5. There was usually one or two males in the herd and the rest were female. A male can mate twice. The Alameda's spend there days grazing in the grass and playing with each other. The Alameda's are happy-go-lucky creatures! They are sure to have fun and put the light in your eyes! They are also extremely loyal, if you train them right (which they are fast learners) they will be very obedient! There sort of a personality mix of a loyal dog and a silly horse. Today, the Alameda's have suddenly appeared in the mountain valleys once again and have learned they love playing with humans!
Fact about there coats: Alameda's come in browns, blacks, grays, whites, and tans. The occasional more rare Alameda comes in an earthy blue or green. The patterns on there fur come in only natural colors with usually natural patterns like spots or stripes. The color of the pattern is usually the main body color except lighter or darker to any degree. They also come in black and white no matter the main color. They have short fur that is very soft and silky in the summer and spring. In the colder seasons, there fur is longer and more bristly. The furs on there cloven hooves, there legs, there back and there tail (and the males beard) are all fluffy and soft all year long.
One thing you can do to take care of them: Alameda's usually age to be about 30 before they die, so longer than most animals. So you'll have them for a while, because YOUR NOT ALLOWED TO ADOPT THEM OFF TO OTHERS. However, you can give them back to the Alameda staff. You can ride your Alameda, but never put a saddle or reins on it, it HATES that. However, it would love you to ride bareback. Also Alameda's LOVE to play and need lot's of attention. There very affection animals. Make sure to feed your Alameda what you would feed a horse, and how much you feed a horse; And for a treat, never give them apples, carrots or sugar cubes like a horse. Give them soft fruits! They'll love you for it!
Somebody you should listen to: ♥ M o n s t e r
What will you name this Alameda: Running Tiger
Will you take care of it: Yes

Foojustice wrote:This is awesome! (:

Username:Foojustice
Fact about the Alameda's History:The alameda's were killed off by the cavemen for their fur and meet, they were very loyal creatures
Fact about there coats:Their coats range from uncommon to rare probably the rarest colors are earthly green or blue
One thing you can do to take care of them:You can feed them just like a horse but no sugar cubes
Somebody you should listen to:The advisory team members, the design team members and the mods
What will you name this Alameda:Loyal Tiger
Will you take care of it:Of course!!!

Username: DuckTapeNinja
Fact about the Alameda's History: Decades upon decades, the Alameda's lived together in herds of 4 or 5
Fact about there coats: The occasional more rare Alameda comes in an earthy blue or green.
One thing you can do to take care of them: You can ride your Alameda, but never put a saddle or reins on it, it HATES that.
Somebody you should listen to: ♥ M o n s t e r
What will you name this Alameda: Dark Star
Will you take care of it: Of course I wouldn't apply for her and then leave her.

Ok all fixed sorry I feel really stupid right now ):

If you look at the questions on the front page, you may understand a little bit better.....

whoops ok I see....I think I might understand the name thing....totally forgot about that fixing now

Username: Sapphiresmoothie
Fact about the Alameda's History: She was born in russia and watched her parents Joann(Mom), and J.J.(Dad) be slaughtered before running away from the slaughter house
Fact about there coats: She got her grey dapple coat from her mother, joann
One thing you can do to take care of them: Love them, give her healthy oats that help her grow strong, exercise her, give her carrots and apples as treats when she's a good girl
Somebody you should listen to: Stumpy STMP
What will you name this Alameda: Snow Step
Will you take care of it: Of course!

Username:Majide
Fact about the Alameda's History:he Alameda's once roamed the the mountain prairie's, but went extinct due to cavemen hunting them for there feathered fur a delicious meat.
Fact about there coats:They have short fur that is very soft and silky in the summer and spring.
One thing you can do to take care of them:Give them soft fruits!
Somebody you should listen to:Natari
What will you name this Alameda: Arctic Storm
Will you take care of it: Oh course I will!

Majide wrote:Username:Majide
Fact about the Alameda's History:he Alameda's once roamed the the mountain prairie's, but went extinct due to cavemen hunting them for there feathered fur a delicious meat.
Fact about there coats:They have short fur that is very soft and silky in the summer and spring.
One thing you can do to take care of them:Give them soft fruits!
Somebody you should listen to:Natari
What will you name this Alameda: Arctic Storm
Will you take care of it: Oh course I will!

cool pup

~MoonDancer~ wrote:

ƬĦЄ ƜƖИИЄЯ ƖƧ PixieStoryTeller ΔИƉ Flash!

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PixieStoryteller wrote:UserName: PixieStoryteller
Name: Flash
Gender: Female
Personality:
On the outside, Flash is tough and unforgiving, which allows her to help her father in looking after his territory. Yes, they are one of the few families of Zaders that stick together even after the kits are born. However Flash is currently considering finding a mate and raising her own young which would probably break the family apart. So added to her personality is a longing for a mate and a slightly snappish behavior to her parents and siblings. On the inside, though, is a tender heart that would have just as easily cared for a random pup found on the territory as would her father. Flash loves much but sparingly and only those that deserve it or earn her respect can see her true nature.
History:
Flash was born in a den with her sibling, Striker. It was their birth that convinced their father, Shock Wave or Spark, to stay with their mother, Lola. Flash and Striker were raised to look after the territory and for a year now they have been living with their parents even though they know how to hunt and fight. Flash felt it her duty to remain with her family and Striker seemed to have matured more slowly and had yet to feel the urge to leave the family. All of them know, though, that it could be any day that one or the other would split, leaving the rest to break off in their wake. Meanwhile, Spark taught his two offspring the important facts about their territory: What plants are good for eating, which are for healing, how to hunt the different types of prey. Flash has paid the utmost respectful attention to her father's teachings due to his experience in life. She knows that this will help her later in life, both while she is alone, but more especially when she has her own kits someday as she dreams.
Story:
Flash arose that morning, fur ruffled from sleep. She was supposed to patrol the borders and scavenge for food that day. The linx in her forced Flash to sit and clean her fur; afterwards she began to attack her duties. On her way towards the eastern border (the family burrow was somewhere north of the center) Flash padded past the "play" area where her brother and she first learned fighting and hunting. Flash smirked at the little stick still left lying there with baby Zader teeth marks chewed in it from all the times she and her brother had "caught" the "rabbit" or "bird" or whatever their simple imaginations could come up with. Now, together, they could hunt down a small antelope! But Flash wasn't interested in big game now. She wasn't really that hungry.
Now at the eastern border, Flash began rummaging through the brush where she knew there should still be some wild strawberries. She could use a little snack to get her going this morning. Unfortunately they were gone, but on the good side, Flash was able to catch the little thief that ate them: a hare. The little creature had gorged itself on the berries that had grown ripe in the sunshine that had followed one of the more recent electrical storms so prevalent in their territory. Flash's irritation with the beast softened, though, when she had killed it and found it to be a plump rabbit, a rarity in the plains where prey had a hard time living.
With her catch triumphantly hanging from her jaws, Flash continued on her way, only to be stopped soon after by frightening scent: Zader!
Flash dropped her catch and was just able to scrape a pawful of dirty sand over when the handsome specimen came into sight. He was striking with a pure white coat and jet black patches. Not to mention his wicked green eyes. The one look almost ruined Flash's resolve to fight, but there was the family to think of.
She challenged the intruder with a low growl that sounded pathetic. The male could smell weakness... but he could also sense her beauty. Little did Flash know how much she had grown, from a pup playing with sticks to a young female, strong and desirable by any male that had sense. The one apparently had a smidgen.
He stepped boldly up to her, gently rubbing his cheek against her own, but before he could go any farther, a louder growl came from somewhere to the right of the two. It was Striker. He snarled at the intruder with true territorial hostility and this finally brought Flash to her senses. She let out a snarl just as furocious and lashed out a claw at the male.
This male was no weakling, but he could tell when he was out numbered and stalked off toward the border he had come from... And Flash slowly, hesitantly, followed. She glanced back once at her brother, who nodded consent, even approval, and turned possibly to blaze his own trail in life.
Art (Optional): I'm so no good at art where canines are concerned... I would like to try, but I can't make any promises...

This is where i got the fancy text ^^

UserName: PixieStoryteller
Name: Flash
Gender: Female
Personality:
On the outside, Flash is tough and unforgiving, which allows her to help her father in looking after his territory. Yes, they are one of the few families of Zaders that stick together even after the kits are born. However Flash is currently considering finding a mate and raising her own young which would probably break the family apart. So added to her personality is a longing for a mate and a slightly snappish behavior to her parents and siblings. On the inside, though, is a tender heart that would have just as easily cared for a random pup found on the territory as would her father. Flash loves much but sparingly and only those that deserve it or earn her respect can see her true nature.
History:
Flash was born in a den with her sibling, Striker. It was their birth that convinced their father, Shock Wave or Spark, to stay with their mother, Lola. Flash and Striker were raised to look after the territory and for a year now they have been living with their parents even though they know how to hunt and fight. Flash felt it her duty to remain with her family and Striker seemed to have matured more slowly and had yet to feel the urge to leave the family. All of them know, though, that it could be any day that one or the other would split, leaving the rest to break off in their wake. Meanwhile, Spark taught his two offspring the important facts about their territory: What plants are good for eating, which are for healing, how to hunt the different types of prey. Flash has paid the utmost respectful attention to her father's teachings due to his experience in life. She knows that this will help her later in life, both while she is alone, but more especially when she has her own kits someday as she dreams.
Story:
Flash arose that morning, fur ruffled from sleep. She was supposed to patrol the borders and scavenge for food that day. The linx in her forced Flash to sit and clean her fur; afterwards she began to attack her duties. On her way towards the eastern border (the family burrow was somewhere north of the center) Flash padded past the "play" area where her brother and she first learned fighting and hunting. Flash smirked at the little stick still left lying there with baby Zader teeth marks chewed in it from all the times she and her brother had "caught" the "rabbit" or "bird" or whatever their simple imaginations could come up with. Now, together, they could hunt down a small antelope! But Flash wasn't interested in big game now. She wasn't really that hungry.
Now at the eastern border, Flash began rummaging through the brush where she knew there should still be some wild strawberries. She could use a little snack to get her going this morning. Unfortunately they were gone, but on the good side, Flash was able to catch the little thief that ate them: a hare. The little creature had gorged itself on the berries that had grown ripe in the sunshine that had followed one of the more recent electrical storms so prevalent in their territory. Flash's irritation with the beast softened, though, when she had killed it and found it to be a plump rabbit, a rarity in the plains where prey had a hard time living.
With her catch triumphantly hanging from her jaws, Flash continued on her way, only to be stopped soon after by frightening scent: Zader!
Flash dropped her catch and was just able to scrape a pawful of dirty sand over when the handsome specimen came into sight. He was striking with a pure white coat and jet black patches. Not to mention his wicked green eyes. The one look almost ruined Flash's resolve to fight, but there was the family to think of.
She challenged the intruder with a low growl that sounded pathetic. The male could smell weakness... but he could also sense her beauty. Little did Flash know how much she had grown, from a pup playing with sticks to a young female, strong and desirable by any male that had sense. The one apparently had a smidgen.
He stepped boldly up to her, gently rubbing his cheek against her own, but before he could go any farther, a louder growl came from somewhere to the right of the two. It was Striker. He snarled at the intruder with true territorial hostility and this finally brought Flash to her senses. She let out a snarl just as furocious and lashed out a claw at the male.
This male was no weakling, but he could tell when he was out numbered and stalked off toward the border he had come from... And Flash slowly, hesitantly, followed. She glanced back once at her brother, who nodded consent, even approval, and turned possibly to blaze his own trail in life.
Art (Optional): I'm so no good at art where canines are concerned... I would like to try, but I can't make any promises...

PixieStoryteller wrote:UserName: PixieStoryteller
Name: Flash
Gender: Female
Personality:
On the outside, Flash is tough and unforgiving, which allows her to help her father in looking after his territory. Yes, they are one of the few families of Zaders that stick together even after the kits are born. However Flash is currently considering finding a mate and raising her own young which would probably break the family apart. So added to her personality is a longing for a mate and a slightly snappish behavior to her parents and siblings. On the inside, though, is a tender heart that would have just as easily cared for a random pup found on the territory as would her father. Flash loves much but sparingly and only those that deserve it or earn her respect can see her true nature.
History:
Flash was born in a den with her sibling, Striker. It was their birth that convinced their father, Shock Wave or Spark, to stay with their mother, Lola. Flash and Striker were raised to look after the territory and for a year now they have been living with their parents even though they know how to hunt and fight. Flash felt it her duty to remain with her family and Striker seemed to have matured more slowly and had yet to feel the urge to leave the family. All of them know, though, that it could be any day that one or the other would split, leaving the rest to break off in their wake. Meanwhile, Spark taught his two offspring the important facts about their territory: What plants are good for eating, which are for healing, how to hunt the different types of prey. Flash has paid the utmost respectful attention to her father's teachings due to his experience in life. She knows that this will help her later in life, both while she is alone, but more especially when she has her own kits someday as she dreams.
Story:
Flash arose that morning, fur ruffled from sleep. She was supposed to patrol the borders and scavenge for food that day. The linx in her forced Flash to sit and clean her fur; afterwards she began to attack her duties. On her way towards the eastern border (the family burrow was somewhere north of the center) Flash padded past the "play" area where her brother and she first learned fighting and hunting. Flash smirked at the little stick still left lying there with baby Zader teeth marks chewed in it from all the times she and her brother had "caught" the "rabbit" or "bird" or whatever their simple imaginations could come up with. Now, together, they could hunt down a small antelope! But Flash wasn't interested in big game now. She wasn't really that hungry.
Now at the eastern border, Flash began rummaging through the brush where she knew there should still be some wild strawberries. She could use a little snack to get her going this morning. Unfortunately they were gone, but on the good side, Flash was able to catch the little thief that ate them: a hare. The little creature had gorged itself on the berries that had grown ripe in the sunshine that had followed one of the more recent electrical storms so prevalent in their territory. Flash's irritation with the beast softened, though, when she had killed it and found it to be a plump rabbit, a rarity in the plains where prey had a hard time living.
With her catch triumphantly hanging from her jaws, Flash continued on her way, only to be stopped soon after by frightening scent: Zader!
Flash dropped her catch and was just able to scrape a pawful of dirty sand over when the handsome specimen came into sight. He was striking with a pure white coat and jet black patches. Not to mention his wicked green eyes. The one look almost ruined Flash's resolve to fight, but there was the family to think of.
She challenged the intruder with a low growl that sounded pathetic. The male could smell weakness... but he could also sense her beauty. Little did Flash know how much she had grown, from a pup playing with sticks to a young female, strong and desirable by any male that had sense. The one apparently had a smidgen.
He stepped boldly up to her, gently rubbing his cheek against her own, but before he could go any farther, a louder growl came from somewhere to the right of the two. It was Striker. He snarled at the intruder with true territorial hostility and this finally brought Flash to her senses. She let out a snarl just as furocious and lashed out a claw at the male.
This male was no weakling, but he could tell when he was out numbered and stalked off toward the border he had come from... And Flash slowly, hesitantly, followed. She glanced back once at her brother, who nodded consent, even approval, and turned possibly to blaze his own trail in life.
Art (Optional): I'm so no good at art where canines are concerned... I would like to try, but I can't make any promises...

Username: Glassdragonx
Name: Rinni
Gender: F
Show me a glitter mess:

YAY!!! i will make a ref!

I think its great! but, can you make all her tail black?

Yumi (Yoo-mi)

Alrght :3 She's yours C:

thanks!