[Elfie]

▪ Username: Elfie
▪ Whelkon Name: Zefirah
▪ History (About 200 words): WIP
▪ Personality (About 200 words): WIP
▪ Short Story (300 words max or disqualified): WIP
▪ Why you want this Whelkon (Few sentences): I saw her and fell in love with her designs, I'm not really much of a black person but her colours blend togther beautifully.

[~.^нαυηтιηg^.~]

▪ Username: ~.*haunting*.~
▪ Whelkon Name: Tarnished
▪ History (About 200 words): She has always been the odd one out. Nobody had ever spoke to her, played with her. Even her parents disliked her, calling her by the name of Tarnished. But now, the name suited her. For her coat was black as if tainted by the shadows in which she roams. Others shield away from her, as if she bore a curse. She was tarnished all right. But if she had a chance, she would never change her life. For she loved to roam the forest in darkness, play in the woods at night. This was her life, and this was how she wanted life to be. But her heart was true, and she vowed to protect the forest to the very end. So please don't think she has a dark heart, because she is as true as any other Whelkon.
▪ Personality (About 200 words): Silent, mysterious, keeps to herself, doesn't like company but is nothing bad.(read the history and the short story. Her personality is weaved into the words there)
▪ Short Story (300 words max or disqualified): She was on a hill, her back to the moon, watching over the forest. She was the Whelkon that guarded the forest at night. Unlike most Whelkon, she played the game of life solo, without a partner. The moonlight struck her coat, making it glisten as if the stars had descended on her fur. For most Whelkon, beauty was a curse, as the humans that hunted them look for the beautiful ones. But she roamed the forest at night, unseen, unknown by the species called man, and so she was safe. But for how long? she wondered, looking at the shadows at the foot of the trees. The human race is scouring the woods, how long do I have before they find me? Man is weird. They kill the forest, even though they breathe on the very oxygen that the trees produce. They are killing themselves, and yet they still hunt the forest down. Thinking that, he leaped down the hill, back into the safety of the darkness.
▪ Why you want this Whelkon (Few sentences): Because the moment I laid my eyes on her, I felt her story unfolding in my mind. And what would you do when you have a story? Write it down, of course! So I filled in this form. But as I wrote, I felt a warmth of affection for that dark Whelkon. She was exactly like me. A little left out of society, I was left to roam the shadows. Alone, forgotten. Whatever few friends that I once had were lost, and even my parents despised me(or at least that's what I think). This was a creature which I could understand, which could understand me. Right now I am no longer just writing her story out, I'm trying my best to get her. But all this I wrote in only minutes, while others probably took hours, so I'll not be too upset if I don't get her, but I just want to say that I put in all my heart in writing this, and I hope that makes up for the lack of time spent. xxx ~.*haunting*.~

[Azure23]

▪ Username:
Azure23

▪ Whelkon Name:
Starless Night [Night for short.] I chose this name because it seems to suit her and define the Whelkon breed. Stars to me represent hope, and the Whelkon have had many a hopeless and starless night.

▪ History (About 200 words):
Like any Whelkon, Night has always been shy. She was made even more shy do to her strange colors. The other Whelkon were unsure of her, even fearful as to why she was colored so. The elder Whelkon called her an ill omen. Bad luck. As a result, not many Whelkon her age ever gave her much attention. She wasn’t very sociable, and somewhat of a loner. She preferred to stick to her parents and even mostly to herself.

She became even more isolated when her parents died. The memory was seared into her mind and their cries haunt her very dreams. The others grew more fearful of her. They blamed her ill colors and bad luck on their death. They blamed her. They never hurt her, Whelkon were incapable of causing pain to their own kind. However, she was not ignorant to their deathly silences when she got near and their fearful glances.

Night knew she wasn’t wanted, and eventually even left. The dark furred Whelkon lives on her own now. She may be free from the suspicious glances but the memories have followed her still.

▪ Personality (About 200 words):
Starless Night is not much different from the typically Whelkon standards despite her strange colors. She is fearful, shy and emotional just like any other. However, her timid nature is probably much higher then most. She hides at almost any noise and will even bolt at the sight of her own kind.

Night, is a loner. Being around any other Whelkon makes her incredibly self-conscious. She believes she has bad luck and will hurt anyone she allows too close. As a result, she isn’t the most social of creatures. If any manages to find her, it’s a struggle just to get her to say a greeting.

Night’s emotions center around sorrow and fear. Her parents were killed by a pack of human dogs. The memories haunt her and they can through her into an emotional wreck. No matter what she is doing, when the memories resurface, she will completely breakdown.

Despite her fear and seclusion, Night has a kind heart. Even if she fears that she will cause ill will on them, she will jump to any Whelkon’s aid. She especially loves kids. She loves how harmless and happy they can be, and envies their simple and sweet lives.

▪ Short Story (300 words max or disqualified):
“Run, Night! Run!”

Her father’s shout rang in her ears as her hooves pounded the earth. Behind her, she could hear the bark and howl of excited hunting dogs as they pursued their prey. Tears blurred her vision, making her flight through the forest even more dangerous. Branches whipped at her face and vine tendrils threatened to trip her.

The bumbling, crashing noises of the dogs began to fade away and before long she was surrounded by only the soft chirping of the night insects. Her black body shivered with fear and exhaustion. For once, however, she was grateful for her dark coloring. The blanketing darkness protected her, much like her father had protected her.

She suddenly crumbled, sobs wracking her body as her mind drifted to her mother and father. They had just went to bed for the night when the attack occurred. It was a pack of human dogs. They had snuck up on the sleeping family, and attacked savagely. Her mother’s cries had woke her. Her father’s urgent plea had made her run.

She was alone now, no matter how much she hoped they would gallop out of the gloom and comfort her with their soft, kind words. Night cried softly, turning her head towards the heavens. Why? The question hung unanswered in the still air.

It was a question she asked herself to this very day. Why?

▪ Why you want this Whelkon (Few sentences):
Truthfully, I was going to wait. I love Aki to bits and I am very excited I won him. He is my baby. However, I think really wanted to apply for one that was a bit older. When I saw this beauty, I absolutely fell in love. I love the darker colors and how mysterious she seems. She is the perfect color for a mourning breed. I will definately write stories about her and my Aki. :3

[littleotter710]

The awaited black Whelkon.
Her coat may be dark, but as all Whelkon her heart is not.
While simply uncommon and old, but not 'ancient', this Whelkon does not have a story to tell of being one of the first survivors.
But she is one of the only known individuals to be born this eerie color.

[Electric~Lime~Zebra]

|• Stella •|

• Username •
Electric~Lime~Zebra


• Whelkon Name •
Stella • Latin for Star


• History •
Stella was born in a beautiful patch of star light. When she was young the other whelkon did not understand her off set colors. Although she is stunning and make a heart skip a beat, her color was taken in caution.Although she was taken in stride for her wisdom and kindness, it still hurt to see the surprise in everyones eyes. It seemed as if her mother was the only one who set her forward to continue no matter what.....

She was young but not young to remember the invasion. Stella could hear her heart beat everyday from the fear. She and like many other didn't understand who would act so cruel upon beautiful wise creatures. She survived only along with the few others. She cannot seem to want revenge because she's not that type. She lives in secret of fear from the terror the humans set upon her kind. She has promised herself to rise up and to do what it takes to never let it happen again. Stella waits everyday taking in the beauty and protecting everyone around her. The thrive of fear and courage helps her with what she sets out to do everyday..one
mission...one hope...safety

•Personality•

Her personality? Well if you can tell some by her history, and the short story, then you have a clue. She's like the other whelkons, wise and respectful with animals. But with her extreme marking she also seemed to have character traits set to an extreme. Her courage and strength have doubled when the others turned to hide. She felt as if dying is another part of her life and therefore accepted it and having double the courage. She doesn't necessary not fear for herself but her heart is strong, driving her forward with ambition to protect others, especially who she loves. Her mother often says 'your too busy caring for others, and not often caring for yourself'
Stella loves the wildlife. She often tells them stories or helps them with their own problems. She'll even watch the young if their mothers want to stretch their legs. So her mothers are right. Stella sets her life ambitions into helping everyone.


• Short Story •

Stella walked slowly and gracefully down the slope. The moon shone above, lighting the path before her and the forest around her. The orbs on her antler illuminated her sleek, shiny fur. Stella stopped to sniff the air between every few steps. Although the forest was peaceful and her surroundings had no sign of danger. She couldn't help the nagging at the back of her mind, clouding her throat, panic began to set in.
She had to shake her head and remind herself she was being outrageous. Humans hadn't bothered them in a long time. But it was good to keep an eye open.
She finally arrived at her destination, a small brook with small water falls. Moss covered trees stood around the brook as if protecting it. Soft long grass swayed all around. The water shone silver and danced through. Stella lay down, wrapping her tail around her. She pushed her left front hoof gently ontop of the water. The water trickled by, elegantly accepting her. Stella studied the water, her head bowed. A slight thump caused her to turn her head. To her left sat a tiny rabbit. It eyes wide and ears up, it stared back, whiskers quivering with excitement.
"Hello." She greeted the rabbit. Her voice was soft and soothing.
The rabbit smiled and scooted closer. 'Can you tell me a story?' His soft voice warmed her heart and she agreed with a smile.
'Long ago there are rumors of a beautiful creature called a unicorn. The Unicorns were much like us, living peacefully and gathering each animal as friends. These creatures were said to have descended from the clouds, lighting the sky's with star trails. Legend has it that they were here to plenish the world with beauty and peace. But horrible things started to happen. Humans stole them for their beauty and beat them as cruel as ever. Wizards and witches stole their magic. Then awful things became worse. The unicorns started to disappear. After a while everyone believed they were extinct. Some believe they are in hiding as we are, but they are in the clouds once again. Some say we are kin and some say we are enemies. But little ones, as you watch the night sky and a star shoots past, it is but a unicorn bounding through the sky. " Stella finished her story and looked down at the rabbit, many other creatures had joined to hear her stories. All around her, squirrels, deer, turtles, birds, and rabbits surrounded her with awed looks upon their faces. She couldn't help but smile.
'Stella,' the little rabbit seemed to finally find his voice. 'Please tell another.' All around the creatures agreed and chimed in at once. Stella couldn't help but laugh gently 'all in good time.' Then as she began to speak, the forest cretures leaned in listening to her words. They warmed their hearts and filled them with love as she began another story..


• why I want this whelkon•
Why I want this beautiful creature is hard to explain. Everytime I look at her and smile with hope of winning her. I have done to a drawing as I have with pets in real life. My brother constantly scolds me for loving an animal so quickly. He claims I would adopt every pet if I could. But when I see her and smile I realize I've done it again.

(Please let me know if I don't have enough words, its hard to work on a phone)

[wind song]

197 words ;B
Cant wait to read the rest <3

[Electric~Lime~Zebra]

Thanks you <3 I will finish soon

[extraterrestrial]

▪ Username:

iSquid

▪ Whelkon Name:

Dalila (Delicate in Spanish)

▪ History:

A beautiful ebony whelkon whimpered and cried as a large stallion, not of her kind yelled at her. The delicate mare had left her family to live on her own for a bit. She found home in a large herd horses. The large albino stallion seemed very soft and kind at first and she fell in love with him. Dalila knew that if her family at home ever found out that she was mates with a horse they would kill her. She never had a foal with him but after a year her horns where full size but she was too submissive to use them. He became aggressive and mean, biting her when she didn’t listen. After a month she was tired of him. Looking through the trees he glares at her as she runs away, the only sunlight touches her caused her white markings. Finally returning home to her family she hides her history, telling her family and friends her time alone was amaing. The tears that dried marking under her eyes. They say the eyes are the entrance to the soul. In Dalila’s case they tell her history. A history of pain and sadness. They tell her story.

▪ Personality (About 200 words):

WIP

▪ Short Story (300 words max or disqualified):

WIP

▪ Why you want this Whelkon (Few sentences):

I looked through all the Whelkons there is up for adoption and I saw this one. I love how her markings are, they work so beautifully. I don't have a Whelkon at the moment and I thought 'Why not? its best to get a beautiful mare at first.' I love how the accent of gold on the horns is so spontaneous. The design is just purely amazing!

Sorry I have to Withdraw

[•αяιƨƨα•]

• Username •
αℓι¢ɛ ¢υℓℓɛη

•••••••

• Whelkon Name •
Alice- yes I know thats my name but I thought it suits her, it means Nobel and Truthful

•••••••

• History •
Up until that one terrible day Alice had experienced a happy loving childhood. She was the way to her parent’s happiness and hearts as they were one of the few first survivors from the human plague. They would do anything for her, and especially tried to shield her from the problems the humans cause. When Alice was about three she watched her parents get killed by humans. For many years after that one day she wandered depressed, never staying anywhere long just kept moving. After many years Alice realized that she was searching. She could never figure out what it was though just couldn’t stop. One day, another whelkon came to her, he told her something. Because of those words Alice began to understand herself. She kept traveling around, still searching, but now that she knew what she was searching for, she began to teach, and help the others around herself. Alice told many of her stories to help them understand what happened to her in hope of for many easing the pain of their lost loved ones as well. Whelkon from all around would gather to hear her story, though many only knew her by one name.

“The Searcher”

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• Personality •
When Alice’s parents were still alive she was a bright and cheerful whelk. She loving anything to do with her parents, especially learning. She used to love to run through rivers and see her dark coat reflected against the water next to her white mother and Dark forest green father. After Alice’s parents were killed she went into a deep depression, shutting out the world and trying to get a grip on herself. She had shied away from her own kind for a long time after the incident and others usually stayed far from her. She never knew if it was her looks or the sadness that seemed to follow her where ever she went. Alice had almost decided that she was tired of searching when the old Whelkon spoke to her, enlightening her. Her spirit had seemed to come back, she had a purpose. She knew what she needed to find, and how she could help others. Alice prides herself in how she can help others. Though she has still not been fully healed she is better in the since that, she believes soon, her search will have ended, and she will be whole.
She will find it and the search will be finished.

•••••••

• Short Story •

Her midnight black coat shines magnificently in the moonlight
“I know why you are here.” She tells you, her head looking up to stare the pale moon in the face, before she looks back down at the rest of the group. She then sits, settling herself upon the small pile of rocks, and starts.

“I was three; I and my parents were traveling though a forest. We were trotting slowly and happily, enjoying each other’s company when my father stiffened in front of me. I ran into him and because of that he was able to shove me into the bush. That bush saved my life.”

Her head dips and studies each of us. As if she was judging the loss in our hearts.

“Three humans stood there. With guns in their hands. My parents stood side by side. Facing them. They shot them both. But they did not die then. The humans broke their legs and beat them. As if it wasnt already enough they left them there as if they couldn’t do the simple thing to put them out of their misery. ” Her voice cracks at the end.

“They died before I could reach them. I was filled with grief after that happened. I wandered, aimlessly I thought. But really I was searching. I thought I was too tired of living, then one came to me, much like I am here for you and told me one thing. ”

We watch as she slowly stands again and turns, from us . We hear the whisper of the wind, “The Searcher is coming” the river joins as do others, “The Searcher is coming” and we watch her stunned as she turns back and looks at us as her mighty voice rings out,

“Hope. I was searching for Hope.”

•••••••

• Why you want this Whelkon •
I could list hundreds of reasons. I love the Whelkons, She is beautiful, She suits me, She reminds me of my own losses, but The main one is she fits perfectly into the story that has been brewing in my mind for the past while, the short story is only an excerpt from it, and if I get her I hope to share her story to all of you AHMAHZING chickensmoothieians. I wish the best to whoever gets her though!

[Soriams]

▪ Username: Soriams

▪ Whelkon Name: Karona, meaning forgiveness in sanskrit.

▪ History (About 200 words):
Karona’s father Yavin taught her many things about the world and the humans they share it with. He had a large heart, and it was his greatest desire to see his daughter grow up without hate or fear. As with so many of their kind, Yavin met his end at the hands of humans, shot by a careless hunter who had mistaken him for a stag. Though the pair had managed to flee, he was mortally wounded and there was nothing that could save that. His final words to her were this: “Forgive them, Kari, you must forgive them. Do not hate them for what they are…” Still young, but not helpless enough to return to her mother, Karona left his body to return to the earth and spent many years wandering on her own. Taking her father’s words deep into herself and learning to accept his death, and perhaps all of their fates. From time to time she encountered other whelkon, and has always show compassion to them, doing her best to share the peace that comes through acceptance. Now at middle age, she has never found a mate, nor sought one, though she desperately seeks companionship.


▪ Personality (About 200 words):
Karona is a soft-spoken whelkon, very kind and sweet tempered in her words and actions. Her quiet demeanor paired with an often withdrawn nature gives the impression of shyness or even the aloof. Some might see her as weak because she will very seldom put forth her own interests, preferring instead to do what others want. However, this is painfully far from the truth. Karona possesses a breadth of understanding a patience that is uncommon even for others of her kind. The greatest joy in her life is seeing others happiness, and she would freely give everything just to know she could change someone’s life for the better. She pays for all the love she shows others by saving none for herself, gladly giving until she is empty inside and never asking anything in return. Though her heart beats with the desires and disappointments of any other whelkon, she seldom shares them. It would be pain more than she could bear to know that any part of her had burdened a friend. Thus as atlas carried the world, Karona has made it her life’s work to carry those around her and ask nothing in return.


▪ Short Story (300 words max or disqualified):
Karona skipped after Yavin, as her father led them upward. True to his words, they soon reached the end of their journey, and the sight that met them stilled any further conversation. There, perched on the horizon like a raven on the highest treetop was a city, lights glittering from vitreous towers, extending in all directions. So bright were they that the sky itself was lit with a golden false-dawn. Awestruck, Karona could only stare for a long time. Finding she needed to swallow before she could speak, the young welk finally turned away to face her father, eyes wide in the moonlight. “What is it, daddy?”

“A city my love, it is where the humans live.” He answered quietly, his voice full of sadness.

Humans. That word was all Karona needed to hear to understand what it is she sees. Though it seemed beautiful from here, she knew that the reality of the thing was hard and cold. It strangled the ground with cement and thickened the air with smoke. Like a greedy child, it consumed more and more, leaving no room for anything other than itself. Even as young as she was, Karona could pain in her heart for the death of the earth below. “Why? Why do they do it?” She asks, her voice choked with tears.

“Because it is their nature to do so.” The words are cold and empty, and the only comfort Yavin can offer his daughter is to wrap his tail around her, sharing his warmth and closeness. “I know it hurts to see this, little one, but you needed to see it just the same. It is not our place to judge them. All we can do is forgive them, because that, my child, is our nature.


▪ Why you want this Whelkon (Few sentences):
I'm not sure I can answer that in just a few sentences... (Oh crap! I just wasted one!) But I applied because I see something beautiful in this whelkon that I feel needs to be expressed. Black is not a color of darkness or pain, but in my eyes is forgiving. Black conceals and accepts what others cannot, taking it into itself without question. The ultimate mercy: the kindness of self-sacrifice.



((Gah! 300 words?! Really?! OMG It's like 2 paragraphs! I can't change my pants in less than three hundred words! LOL It was definitely an interesting challenge to try and say what I wanted and keep it within the limit! I hope this is all acceptable, and if you see something completely wrong, please let me know so I can learn.))