[Penultima]

Username: Rah
Name: Satin
Gender: Mare
Height: 17.3 hh
Personality:
Satin appears to most as rather mysterious, and doesn't speak much. She can often be found hanging around the outside of groups or conversations, not saying a thing but listening intently. Only a few close friends know her true, gentle self.
Story:
Satin was born on an unusually windy night. It was very dark, as the clouds covered up the stars and moon. Her mother stayed in a small ravine for several nights with her until the storm died down. Once they emerged, however, they found that the herd had moved on. Desperate now, Satin and her mother searched the marshlands for weeks, finding few traces as the moss and mud hid the herd's tracks. Finally, Satin spotted foals from the herd, who had wandered a small distance away, and trotted over to greet them. Not recognizing the filly, the foals galloped away, and in Satin's attempt to follow them, she tripped and tumbled down a steep slope. Her mother, who followed, whinnied for help. The herd heard her cry and rushed to the scene. They found luckily that she wasn't injured physically, but unknown to them, Satin's conscience was hurt from the embarrassment that day forward. Then on, she has been opening up to certain friends, but is still very shy around large groups, afraid not to make a mistake again.
One word that describes her: Quiet
Art: WIP

[Tigermay]

Username: Tigermay
Name: Kassandra, she's named after the Trojan princess who knew the future but was never believed.
Gender: Mare
Height: 16.3 hh

Personality: Kassandra is an interesting mare for sure. She's hard and tough, as the bayou demands all things within it to be. However, she also has a dreaming, artistic side because of all the stories she's been told. To her, everything is part of a living story, one who's end is not very clear, and that fascinates her to no end. She's always looking around the corner and into the future as far as she can, with livid curiosity in her bright purple eyes.
While she was raised a loner, she doesn't go out of her way to avoid other kelpies. On the flip side, she only occasionally seeks out others, she usually lets other kelpies decide whether or not to approach the mare. In accordance to stallions and love, she's leaving that entirely up to fate. After all, in all of those stories, true love has always found a way to put the right people together, so it shouldn't be any different for kelpies.
In a pinch, she's the one to stand by your side, unless she feels the need to save her own hide. So she's loyal, but only to a point. While she can be selfish and distant, she can really rise up to meet any challenge if she chooses to. This leads to her to have a streak of stubbornness which sometimes conflicts with her reason and her good intentions.

Story: Ever since she was a filly Kassandra has gone to the rickety old shack hidden deep in the bayou. She doesn't remember when exactly she found it, but she does remember how...

The young kelpie had wandered off, the squishy ground of the swamps and the constant noise of rustling life drawing her into the green and brown depths of the bayou. She knew she wasn't supposed to wander off, her mother had warned her countless times of the dangers and had always scolded Kass whenever she had gone off exploring. But today the humid air was positively thrumming with the beat of dragonfly wings, the calls of birds and the other noises of the bayou. Occasionally splashing and the rustling of bushes could be heard as other animals moved about in their environment. It was summer, when everything was the brightest of colors and the scents were the most ripe.

Her brindled coat blended with the shadows as she kept strolling along, ears flopping with her movements and her eyelids droopy as she took her relaxed stroll. Then, a most peculiar sound struck her ears and her right ear rotated to hone in on it. She didn't give it much thought, but the sound just kept pouring out of one corner of the bayou, ever so faint. Eventually her piqued curiosity got the best of her and she turned towards where the whispery voice was coming from. Her eyes were wide open now, a determined shine to their purple hue as she struck out at a trot.

She had made a complete turn around, now she was alert; gaze actively searching around her, ears scanning for the voice-like noise, and nostrils flared to nearly their limit. She kept trotting, but after about twenty minutes she was getting frustrated. Sure the voice was getting closer, but she'd had no glimpse of the source. She snorted in irritation and frustration, then as her snort echoed out she heard the voice stop. Then a long, low whistle sounded, one that made Kassandra pin her ears with wariness. A moment of tenseness passed and the now familiar drawl of the voice was back.

One at a time, the filly peeled her ears from her neck. She huffed quietly, tail now smacking some bothersome bugs. The fact that whoever was talking had resumed even after her snort made her a bit more relaxed. Mainly because it meant that she was supposed to hear this voice. Legs moved forward, carrying her towards the source in an amble. Her eyes narrowed in a squint, and miraculously — as if that whistle had cleared her mind — she now made out the angular edges of some wooden thing. She eagerly moved forwards, excited to finally see what she had been pursuing. She rounded a natural corner of trees into a clearing and stopped dead.

There was a rickety old shack, its door hanging off its rusted hinges and the windows nothing but leaves. The whole thing was askew, the left side of the house was tilting into the channel running through the man-made clearing because one of the front supports had given way. The whole place looked like it was as old as the swamp and was burrowed into by all manner of animals. And there on the only flat surface — the porch — and rocking back and forth in an oak rocking chair was a wrinkly old man who looked as old as the house. His eyes shifted to the kelpie then back down to the book he held. It was thick and weathered, and a pile of ones in the same well-used and taken-care-of condition were sitting to the right of the rocking chair. The old man cleared his throat, nearly spooking the filly off, then resumed his reading.

She blinked, almost not believing the deep tenor sound that she had been following was this man's voice. As his words, which she didn't understand, sunk into the filly, she decided to at least get out of his sight in case he wanted to harm her. She stayed just behind the tree line, enthralled by the way his voice swept up and down and spun a web of complex sounds. After what must've been hours, a whinny of another kelpie rung out.

Kassandra froze, ears slowly moving back as her mother made her way over. "Kassandra! So this is where you has been?" Her mother asked, seeming surprised. The filly was ready to beg her mother to not make her leave, but her dam then did something remarkable. "I was wondering when you'd find him." Kass was utterly confused. "Find him?" She asked with a tilted head.
Her mother smiled a knowing grin and explained. "This man's been telling stories to the bayou for a long, long time. I've been listening to him for all of my life. I even got your name from one of his stories."

So that's what this mysterious human was doing way out here, telling stories to the swamp. But why? "You got my name from his stories?" She asked in a bit of awe, looking back to the man. "But why does he tell stories to the bayou?"
"He wants to share the heroics of mankind and to just be with the swamps. He's a wise man, as he's seen quite a few kelpies since he stays out here by himself and tells stories." Kass' mother replied, then poked her head quickly out into the man's clearing before drawing it back in just as quickly.

"Why'd you do that?" Kassandra asked, staring puzzledly at her mother.
"So he'll start from the beginning. Do you want me to tell you what he's saying?" The mother kelpie asked, reaching down to nuzzle her daughter. Kass nodded furiously in answer to her question, nearly colliding heads with her mother. The mare chuckled, and a flipping of pages could be heard before the man's voice rang out again. And underneath his deep drawl, was Kassandra's mother murmuring to her filly. "Once upon a time..."

One word that describes her: Fantastical: existing in fancy only.

(Woo, done. ;3)

[rae sanders]

Username: .:Sky:.
Name: Sagrtoia (Sag-row-tow-a)
Gender: mare
Height: 17.1 hh
Personality: Independence is Sagrtoias'' principle, she crave adventure and excitement and welcome change with open arms. She has the sign of the philosopher and the explorer, and will go as far as road will go and explore every corner thoroughly in their ever eternal search for wisdom. Freedom is so important to her that she will actually make decisions based on the amount of freedom that is given by the choice she has made, as a result, sometimes a good opportunity is turned down because of her high commitment need, but this is her choice so it is a good choice for her.
Sagrtoia makes an excellent friend because of her encouraging, positive nature and her kind heart that will do anything to make sure the friend is happy. She does not expect favors in return, her kindness is selfless. She does not interfere with other people's plans and she are never possessive or jealous. She treats others the way she wants to be treated and life life based on a 'live and let live' policy, this makes her so agreeable. Sagrtoia is an excellent conversationalists with a good sense of humor, sometimes her humor is the raw truth, but she speaks her mind and don't hold anything back. What she say is what they mean, she do not like mind games, it holds her back trying to figure out what is meant, she like straightforwardness and expect it in return. Sagrtoia is known for saying the 'painful truth', but on the other hand, people know that they can trust what she says because she always say what is real. Sagrtoia never hides anything. She is a very likeable person. The only people that might not get along with her are people that live by a daily agenda with a highly structured, organized life. She is likely to always be running late and miss a date(XD), but this is only because they are so forward thinking that they forget about the present. Tolerance is required, she does not do these things on purpose, this is just who she is.
Sagrtoia is not emotional moody, in fact she can be downright emotionally detached but she does get irritable when she is bored. Sagrtoia is optimistic and positive, even deep inside because she believes that no matter what has happened, something good is always around the corner and the sun will always shine again.
Sagrtoia is a well adjusted person with no emotional problems holding her back. She just wants to explore the world and not fret about emotions and feelings. Others may be hurt by her lack of commitment but she doesn't care, that's not why she is on this planet, she is here to gain wisdom, learn and explore. Sagrtoia has problems finishing some projects she starts if it takes too long, she wants immediate results and will move on to the next project if it takes too long. This is not because of laziness, Sagrtoia are far from lazy but this motivation to move on is due to her hatred of boredom. Boredom is her fear and instead of facing it, she will up and leave in search of something more stimulating. Sagrtoia is not an emotional person but she is easily hurt by a careless selfish action.
How to Attract Sagrtoia?:
Talk to her, ask her questions about herself, share stories, make her laugh, but do not pry into intimate details about her life. Keep your emotional distance and she will be attracted to you. Easy. Enjoy the time you've spent with Sagrtoia and be prepared to move on or at least share her with others because they will be doing the same. All in good fun.
Story:
Thundering of hooves rained as she galloped on a hard surface in the bayou. She heard hissing of the alligators that rested near the land, her whicker came, greeting the reptiles that did not want her disturbing her. She lunged into the water, her horns snagging some Spanish moss as she did, which drapped infront of her face. She tossed her mighty head.
She shook the moss free and leaped out of the water, throwing her long mane everywhere. She looked around, knowing she was alone, she was free...
WIP

One word that describes her: Mind-blowing
Sign:
Art: WIP

[roseiron]

WIP



Username
Amity24

Name
Avrea

Gender
mare

Height
15.6 hh (hands high)

Personality
Quite, keeps to self, very smart

Story
Avrea was only a young filly when her herd was attacked she was the only survivor and left all alone many herds talk about what happened and how the herd was made up of the most beautiful horses in all of the land most say they where god like but little do they know the real truth. from then on she would wonder Swamp to Swamp many stallions would like her for her beauty and try to win her over and get her to join there herd but she could never forgive herself for what happen in to her herd intell one day where she was grazing in her favourite meadow a stallion around her age showed up she was not amused and was trying to find a new lie to tell but when the stallion came over she seen that he looked familiar to familiar but the only herd she stayed long anuf in was her true born herd she thought to herself but she only remembered that she was the only one that escaped and all the other foals where fillys like her it then hit her that he was the foal that told her to run and that he was the only other horse that new of her past and that she could not let him go or say anything........

One word that describes her
Amazing

Art

[Redsparrow]

Everything is a huge WIP!!
Username: Redsparrow
Name:
Gender: mare
Height: 15.2hh
Personality:
Story:
Fog hung heavy in the air, smothering all it touched. A band of Kelpies had wondered deeper into the Bayou than usual, the drought forcing the small band into unknown territory. This made the whole group jumpy, it was well known that the deeper into the Bayou one wondered the stranger animals became. Light barely trickled down here, it was a wonder that much grew at all. The band had been living off murky water plants and moss from trees for weeks now. Here the mud was deep it is dangerous for large males to walk through soggy areas. The lead stallion Oak Wind watched over his band of mares, his mate Misty had recenly lost her
night was approaching quickly. What was left of the light faded from around them. It was after the band had begun to fall asleep, leaving the Oak to watch over them that the first sights of something strange started. A crunching sound of leaves and twigs would start then stop, then start again in a different area. What ever it was it was small. Oak spun around trying to face the noise, but what ever it was it would change its location faster than he could. The sound picked up, more and more of the creatures where around them. A roar of wind rattled the trees as every bird in the bayou began to call. A huge gust of wind ripped up the leaves from the forest floor and threw them at the band who was now awake and standing close together. Twisting like a small tornado the lives spun around then stopped in a small clearing. Everything grew silent, the leafs fell down creating a small pile. Oak approached with caution, his ears perked forward in curiosity. As his nose approached the pile it began to wiggle. Wobbly a small foal pushed itself from the pile.
One word that describes her: Mystery
Art:

[Green Arrow]

Username: Green Arrow
Name: Azkaban
Gender: mare
Height: 16.2 hh
Personality: Azkaban is somewhat aloof. WIP
One word that describes her: Unconquerable
Art: On it c:

[Arabianwolflove]

Username:
Arabianwolflove
Name:
Kuokoa Maisha Yangu

'Save my life' in Swahili

Gender:
mare
Height:
17.2hh
Personality:

Story:

One word that describes her:

Art:
WIP

I know, hate work in progresses too but I really don't have the time right now

[~Freedom~]

When will this be judged? I can't wait! X3

[Froas]

When will this be judged? I can't wait! X3

Yes I am also wondering, these don't usually last this long as from what I can tell

[randomzness]

FINISHED, winner on first post. Sorry it took so long, for some reason i thought i had finished this already thanks to Froas for reminding me