[Hobbit Geek]

Username: Hobbit Geek
Equid's Name: Eryka
Age: 2 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 13.1 hh
personality: Eryka is a two sided mare, one part of her personality is really overly-happy and kind and is known to wear a sort of mask around others she doesn't know very well, being she is shy that is. She pretends to want to just snap at anyone and be left alone. She wears this mask because she is afraid of what other people think of her because of how different she is. Those who really know her, know that she is funny, caring and a very great friend. She is a warrior inside, willing to fight for those she loves and sacrifice anything for them. But she often wonders who she is, as she doesn't like to show her true self to others.
Theme Song: reflection -Mulan
Likes: Loves apples, family, friends, nice people, a pretty fall day with a slight breeze.
Dislikes: she doesn't like winter, heat, mean people, people threatening her or her family.
Favorite places: A mountain cliff where she can look out over the land and a forest clearing, a very quiet and peaceful one.
Story: With all of my WME's.. (Word count would be around 662 words)
A lonely mare grazed in grassy land at the base of a mountain, lifting her head every few minutes to check for danger. Her tail swished to the side as a nervous nicker escaped her throat, something was close by, she could hear it. The rustling of the leaves, the sound of paws thundering against the ground, or was that hooves? She shook her head, ears flicking towards the noise coming from the forest ear her. "Who's there?" She asked, blinking as she took a step back. Two Wild Mountain Equids came galloping out of the forest, first a grullo stallion then behind him a pinto mare. "Who are you?" The stallion asked, panting as he held his head up high as he gazed at her. "Eryka, and you are?" She replied, noticing how he held some authority about him. "Griffith, and this is Delicia" He answered, flicking his tail words the Pinto mare when he mentioned her name. "Welcome to my pasture.. Now get lost!" She snapped, flicking her tail as she turned away from him and continued grazing. He took a step back, a bit surprised. "Now who are you to say this is your pasture?" He asked, standing in front of her with a snort. "Because I was here first, and I don't want anyone else here with me" She said, narrowing her eyes. He huffed, and the mare nudged his shoulder with her muzzle. "Would you mind if we rested here for the night, we'll be off at sunrise, I promise" she said gently. Eryka watched them for a moment before nodding, "very well" she said before going on grazing. Delicia dipped her head. "Thank you" she nudged Griffith again and lead him to a little cleared spot for them to fall asleep.
As the sun sank into the horizon, Eryka laid in her usual spot, shivering slightly as it grew colder.She flicked her ears towards the stallion and mare keeping each other warm. She shook her head, soon falling asleep. Her dreams started out nice, with her family all together and being happy as they grazed together. But it soon turned to a nightmare as a pack of wolves attacked them, she neighed out in horror as one by one they were picked off, unprepared they were gone in a second, and all that was left was her. With a whimper she awoke, staring in horror at the darkness around her. "RUN!" She heard a stallion voice, soon remembering it belonged to Griffith. She jumped to her feet and galloped towards him, hearing a snap of jaws closing just were she had once been. Panting she stopped beside the stallion and mare, noticing Griffith had a few bite marks and was bleeding a bit. "W-What happened?" She asked, panicking. "Wolves" He answered, narrowing he eyes as he glanced around. "Quickly, we must go into the mountains." He said, nudging both Eryka and Delicia towards the mountain. She nodded, not even bothering to argue as she galloped, Delicia beside her and Griffith behind them. The thundering of paws behind them made her heart quicken, remembering that sad day she had lost her family. They reached the mountains were other Wild mountain equids joined them, an orange looking mare, a dark brown mare, a light Cremello stallion and what looked like a light golden dappled stallion. Outnumbered the wolves stopped, snarling as they turned and walked away, frustrated. Panting, Griffith, Delicia and Eryka stopped, looking towards the wolves as they left. "Thanks" Eryka muttered, feeling guilty for how rude she was earlier. "So sorry, about how I acted before, I just don't do well with new people" She said shyly. Griffith nodded. "That's alright.." "You know, you could join our herd if you like" he offered, making Eryka look at him in surprise. "Me? Really?!" She flicked her ears, trying to decide if she could handle being with other equids again. "I'd love that" She finally answered, smiling.
Art

[Penultima]

Username: Penultima
Equid's Name: Sahket
Age: 2 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 13.1 hh
Art Coming soon :3

[Hyeme]

I hope it's not too much...

Username: Hyeme
Name: Nashua
Meaning: Land between two Rivers
Why: She in my eyes looks like her coat consists of sand dirt and mud, and reminds me of a place I have visited where two rivers going in opposite directions came within yards of each other and the land between them was sand pebbles and mud. The water was pretty clean and a teal (Greenish blue) color. I wish I new where a photo was.
Age: 2 years
Date of birth: January 19 2012
Zodiac:Capricorn
Chinese Zodiac: Rabbit
Race: Wild Mountain Equid
Gender: Mare
Sexuality: Straight
Current residence: A valley and cliff range near the ocean, Ballard Cliff
Relationship status: Single
Social status: Easy to get along with not super popular but not a loner.

Traits of Voice

Accent (if any): English
Language spoken: French, English
Other languages known: Scottish
Style of speaking: South West English Accent
Volume of voice: Low but strong

Physical Appearance

Height: 13.1hh
Weight: 900lb
Eye color: Greenish blue
Skin color: Light Tan
Shape of face: Long narrow face
Distinguishing features:
Build of body: Long skinny legs, short body, small hooves
Hair color: Smokey brown and tan
Hair style: Short and spiky/fluffed
Complexion: Extensive Blanket Fewspot
Posture: Standing tall and sure of herself although she may not be really tall she carries herself well.
Markings: Brindling to the cheeks and chest, a few spots on the flank, low stockings, half mask, full nose strip.
Is seen by others as: A well kept confident mare

Personality

Likes: Sunsets, sandy beaches, rolling in dewy grass
Dislikes: Pebbles getting stuck in her hooves, thunder and lightning
Fears: Ending up alone, and disappointing Syrus
Personal goals: She hopes to one day be able to care for foals, she loves children and wan't to help teach them everything she can.
General attitude: Not overly optimistic more of a realistic
General intelligence: Very intelligent for her young age
General sociability: Easy to get along with, makes friend easily

Although she may not visually show it, she can be very motivated and strong willed to do what she must to succeed. Not being a fan of failure she does her best to only do things she knows shes good at. Being like this she is nervous of trying new things afraid it would blow up in her face. She is a big go getter and very self-motivated the only down fall is she can become a little over zealous and competitive sometimes hurting the feelings of the ones she loves on accident.

Being diligent and willing to always do whats right she trys to always keep a level head when getting things done. She likes to do things with great care and honesty, making her even seem OCD. Everything has to be done in a precise and to the T manner.

Being an instinctual being she uses her feelings and intuition do decide on anothers character. In most instances that 'gut feeling' has never let her down but sometimes deeper feelings will cloud her judgement. Although a good judge of character she is not always right.

Health

Allergies: Carrots, although her favorite food she gets itchy spots on her snout when she eats them.
Sleeping habits: Sleeps around 4-6 hours a night at 2 hour intervals.
Energy level: Mild energy, unless there is a foal around then she could run around with them for hours.
Eating habits: She will munch and graze whenever the mood hits her
Memory: Good photographic memory with complex things, although has a bit of an issue remembering simple things.

History

Birth country: United Kingdom
Hometown: Winchester, Hampshire
Childhood: A calm loving childhood although a bit lonely in the beginning until Syrus found her
Teen years: (Ongoing) A rough patch here and there but she is starting to find her way in this world, lerning that only she can decide how she is molded.
Adult years: n/a
Past places of residence: She has been traveling for almost her whole life throughout the UK

Relationships

Parents:She has no idea who her parents are but A WTE Syrus raised her and has become like a father to her.
Siblings: None
Any enemies (and why): Dandelions, they always get in her nose and make her sneeze.
Children: None
Friends: Secret
Best friend(s): A Hrogen named RaDiOaCTiVe
Love interest (if there is one): "I'm not telling!!!"

Others

Occupation: Babysitter
Current home: An abandoned lighthouse at the edge of the cliff she lives at.
Favorite types of food: Carrots, Brussels Sprouts and beetroot
Favorite types of drink: Fresh spring water
Hobbies/past times: Collecting wild flowers
Guilty pleasures: Eating carrots then spending a few hours scratching her nose.
Pet peeves: Kicking rocks, she hates when others kick rocks. No one knows why, but o.O the way she gets.
Pets: A bunny rabbit that eats her collected wild flowers
Talents: I don't know if you would consider it a talent but she does, when she sneezes she jumps a good four feet in the air from startling herself.
Favorite colors: Blue, orange, and purple
Favorite type of music: Rock and alternative
Theme Song:Invincible - Hedley
Short Story: (To go along with the song)
It's been a long day, non-stop from dawn untill dusk. Trying to find her place in this world, trapped between two rivers, An apricot dun appaloosa Wild Mountain Equid stands at the edge of a cliff overlooking the ocean her eyes as deep and blue as the water before her. She looks up to the moon, its light filling the sky as stars twinkle nearby. The rays of the night mother wash over her and she smiles, her short mane running all the way down her back swaying in tune with the grass, the salty breeze wafting over the cliff. Her lion like tail twitching ever so slightly with tension. Gazing out over the edge at the rocks bellow, she watches the waves crash and break over them. A sense of peace washing over her,
"It doesn't madder what happens from this point on," she staits, her tension slipping away.
Her eyes brightening, "I am invincible."
Art:

Off my Back
Oh Hai!
Gracefull
Let Freedom Ring

[Echo Base]

Username: ---Luna-->
Equid's Name: Smokin'
Age: 2 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 13.1 hh
Art

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[Charchar2]

Username: Charchar2
Equid's Name: Sepia - as you see in older photographs. Her tan colors and subtle tones remind me of old photographs and history<3
Age: 2 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 13.1 hh
Personality: Sepia is not a very social equid; she keeps to herself. It's not that she'll snub or ignore other equids who try to approach her; but she's really happier listening and not talking, and those around her realize that eventually and leave her to her own devices. She is fascinated more by the world around her, what it has been and will be, than those who occupy it. She'll spend hours on quiet strolls through the forest, looking at everything around her and imagining fantastic stories about it. Sepia loves to create- anything and everything, but most of all stories. Stories are the way we remember the past, push through the present, and prepare for the future. Through stories is how we remember everything; loves lost and won, battles, danger and delights. All are passed on through the telling of tales, and though they may be exaggerated, this is how we remember our heroes and what they have done. Stories, to Sepia, are simply ... everything. She wants to be remembered. She dreams that one day, there will be a story about her, passed on and told, so she will never truly die. In the meantime, though, she carries on that that favor for everyone else. Sepia has an amazing memory, and every story she hears, she stores away carefully. She patrols the forest dutifully, finding any equids she can, and learning the stories they have to tell, and often passing on one of her own that she's heard from an earlier group. In this way, she passes on the tales and memories of many equids, and ensures that important history will be remembered and known by all.
Perhaps her strange obsession with the past is fueled by her strange home ... while many equids live higher up in the mountains, or in clearer places of the forest, Sepia makes her home in an abandoned temple. The crumbling stone and rich moss, the ancient runes and sound of quiet dripping water, all makes her feel content and truly at peace. She grew up there, and could never imagine leaving. Young foals will often visit the old temple, to catch a glimpse of the beautiful young storyteller as much as to see the ancient relic. Sepia doesn't mind the air of mystery it gives her, and sometimes enjoys the small bit of fame she holds. But her life, while enjoyable, is small and comfortable. Every day, she's out roaming the beautiful forests; she spends nights by the crystal thinking pool in her temple. Someday, she wants to do something big. Something important and awe-striking, something that will never let her be forgotten, so she, too, will earn a place in the stories she passes around. The truth is, though, she's a bit afraid. She admires the brave equids in her many stories, but she isn't sure she could ever be like them. That idea scares her most of all though ... the idea of being inadequate, of getting her chance to be eternalized and messing it up, shakes her to the core. So every day, every morning, when she wakes up and watches the sunrise from the crumbling stairs of her temple, new light kissing the ancient stone, she makes a promise to herself. If an adventure comes her way, she will seize it. She will grab on tight and never let go. She will become what she's always dreamed ... a hero.
Poem: [I apologize for my lack of writing skills heh. She just makes me feel .. poetic ;A;]
Morning Ritual
Elegant creature
of the stories;
pale blue eyes, glowing bright
brilliant coat aglow
a quiet whisper as she rises
with the sun
alert, attentive, aware of all
but her own beauty
she stretches like a panther,
all curved lines and grace
sun washes over her
as she steps from her temple
ready to begin her day
searching for heroes in everyone
but herself. ♥


Art: [I tried for a sort of paper-cut-out style, as you might see in a storybook, because of her love of stories.]



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[Zax]

Just a quick little update, I can shorten the deadline if you guys would like. It may have been a bit too long.

[Charchar2]

My art's close to done, I wouldn't mind a shortening ^^

[Zax]

Deadline is now the 16th. Also the day I'll be leaving you guys BUT! On my last day I can give this girl a home!

[SpartanAmethyst]

Username: SpartanAmethyst
Equid's Name: Arlyn; Elven for "golden ray".
Age: 2 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 13.1 hh
Personality: Arlyn is the type of equid whose soul matches her coat. Soft-spoken and gentle, Arlyn is a spirit naturally full of light and hope. She's very welcoming and loving, and still retains much of the innocence she had as a foal. Arlyn loves the feeling of community, even despite her shyness; she tries her best to always be optimistic, and always sees the best in others rather than the worst. She loves to jump, and when it comes to competitions, she tends to get a little overexcited at times and often talks too much because of it.
On her down side, Arlyn has been known to have pretty low self esteem. She often sells herself short of her true potential, and can be easily hurt mentally as she's intensely critical of herself. She can sometimes be awkward around new acquaintances and isn't confident when speaking to them.
Phobias:
▹ Achluophobia- Fear of darkness.
▹ Arachnophobia- Fear of spiders.
▹ Claustrophobia- Fear of confined spaces.
▹ Ophidiophobia- Fear of snakes.

Why?:
As a foal, Arlyn fell into a short cavern, twisting her ankle and rendering herself unable to move. It was small, dark and damp, and her only companion was a massive wolf spider that wasn't quite happy with the presence of his guest. This created her three "learned" phobias. The last, her fear of snakes she was born with; she just can't stand how they move and slither across the ground.

Likes:
☑ Daylight
☑ Nature
☑ Pineapple
☑ Jumping
Dislikes:
☒ Nighttime
☒ Storms
☒ Unexpected loud noises
☒ Fire
Wild or Domestic?: Domestic; she was rescued from her cavern prison by a human by the name of Amethyst, who nursed her back to health and raised her from a foal.
Theme Song: Safe and Sound by Capital Cities.
Companion: Arlyn's companion is a young zebra filly by the name of Chaya. Chaya was a young orphan adopted by Amethyst, and hadn't been able to find a suitable adoptive mother. Arlyn chose her partially because of Chaya's big, puppy-dog green eyes, and the other part because Arlyn has always wanted to be a mother. And, due to being sterile and unable to breed, Arlyn could never truly have a daughter of her own. Well, with Chaya, Arlyn gets to raise her and care for her as if Chaya really was her daughter.
Brief History: (scattered throughout the form, pasted here for easy reading~)
Arlyn was born wild, in the forests surrounding the Sierra Nevada mountain range. Her parents rejected her after the first nursing, due to her abnormal coat and believing something to be seriously wrong with her. She taught herself to walk, and went stumbling after her parents in an attempt to catch up. Eyes still blurry from birth, she slipped and tumbled into a cavern (see phobias). She neighed all night for her mother, but gained no response. Continuing into the morning though, now weak and dehydrated, she was found by Amethyst who was out on a trail ride. Amethyst was able to eventually gain her trust and carry the filly home, where she nursed her back to health and raised her. Arlyn became attached to the human, and opted to stay with her instead of returning to the wild.
Art [Escape] ; [Forest Dweller]

[Zax]

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