[ede]

Username: Purpleily
Equid's Name: Sierra (May change)
Age: 6
Height: 12.1hh
Sex: Mare
Gender: Female
Personality:
Descriptive Piece:
Happy Story:

[rinnly]

Username: Rinnly
Equid's Name: Motok
Age: 2 years
Height: 12.1hh
Sex: Mare
Gender: Feminine
Personality: Motok is quite the introvert. She's quiet and avoids equids, both far to shy, and far to intimidated. She dips her head, as if it'll hide her better from the gazes of others. She'll never be found celebrating at parties, or over all celebrating due to not knowing the culture of her own species. Motok had been secluded from socializing until her mother had died, and heeding her mothers gestures and warnings, she avoids others at all costs. She's curious about her own kind, and hasn't gained up the guts to approach any stallion or mare, in fear of embarrassing herself, and not being able to hear what they say behind her back.

Descriptive Piece: On the most part, the sky is a dark navy, temperatures dropping causing you to tighten your scarf around your neck, your shoulders rising and your arms pressing in. A dash of lingering purple washes the dissipating clouds, the dying rays of sun dip out of view, the horizon laced with fading oranges and reds. On the opposing horizon, where the quarter moon rose at its own pace, stars seemed to grow in brightness as the suns rays shifted to the other half of the world to shine it's strong, warming streams of light on.
From the grass you lay on, your eyes gazed upon the sky, small clouds of your breath rose and disappeared at every small release of air. You found yourself trying to catch every detail and every movement. Yet, as hard as you tried, capturing the beauty of the atmospheres and space above, it was impossible. The sky grew in beauty until the moon was above head, and the stars shone as if small candles were floating along the sky, the glow of other, more distant, stars gleamed in and out of sight.

Happy Story: Well, i always spend my holiday season with my sister, usually. (*cough* mostly on CS) Usually baking, or well, eating. ha.. yeah moving on. Usually with the pets, a lionhead-dutch mix rabbit, a quarter dingo Australian Cattle dog, and a maincoon, 18 year old cat. Recently over the holidays It hadn't snowed. What so ever. Not a white Christmas, no where near. So, as a replacement I sTARED AT SNOW GIFS BECAUSE THATS ALL I COULD DO *flips table*

[Pine.]

beautiful design <3

Marking ;u;

[sailorsolarsystem]

Username: sailorsolarsystem
Equid's Name: Nashira
Age: 8
Height: 12.1hh
Sex: Mare
Gender: Female
Personality: Nashira has never let being deaf get in her way. To her it has opened up so much more than other equids may have, even if she can't hear or talk to other equids she has her own way of communicating to them. She is very trusting to those who deserve it and she has a good scene of character. She watches other equids' body language to assess whats going on around her and to see who is "good" and who is "bad". She is very observant and never misses a thing, though she is not nosy with it, she keeps her self to herself, but will help if she can with a situation. She enjoys being around others, especially foals. She loves watching the foals of her herd play and enjoy themselves. If she is able she sometimes joins in and the foals love her as she can find fun in anything. She is very good at comfort, even if she can't hear others sadness or what their problems are she always seems to know, and can usually cheer them up, or at least give them hope, just from the way she nuzzles them.

Descriptive Piece: Imagine a floor covered in a black cloth, then imagine that cloth covered lovingly in glitter. Imagine how beautiful that floor would look in low light. When the light hits the glitter it would shine with the most wonderful shimmer. That floor would change into a thing of beauty, with lights dancing across the ground in the most peculiar yet wonderful ways. Now take that dance and look up at the sky at night. The dance is much the same, much bigger and more mysterious. The floor is children running around trying to get used to the music and the movements, the sky is the professional adults, giving a more spectacular performance each and every night. The planets, the stars, even comets, nothing is missed in this great show of awe. Some say the night sky is filled with diamonds, but this does no justice. Nothing on Earth can be used to show how magical and colorful the night sky really is, for to that we are nothing more than children who do not know rhythm of the dance.

Happy Story: I finally got to my first day of holiday from both my work places, which in its self is something to be happy about, but even better for me I got to see my best friend from school again, and well as I'm an only child shes more like a sister to me, one that I get along with really well. We hadn't seen each other properly for a sleep over and girly day for who knows how long. We decided that these two days were going to be our Christmas gifts to each other and not buy each other gifts, but she had other ideas and handed me a gift and told me to open it. I did so and she had bought me a frozen poster, which was like the best thing ever for me and my frozen addiction. After that we went up to my bedroom, got ourselves comfy and sang along to frozen. We played video games and watched other stuff over the time she was over, but it really made me smile to see my best friend and hang out again after so long, and now that I’m done with university hopefully we can do it again soon. It may not sound like much to be happy about, but for me it was the best thing that has happened this year, there really is nothing better than spending time with someone you've missed, and laughter really is the best medicine.

[Kessler]

Username: kessler
Equid's Name: Lusin (loose-een) Armenian for moon
Age: 7
Height: 12.1hh
Sex: Mare
Gender: identifies with neither

Personality:
Lusin is very quiet, she seems to tiptoe around her world cautiously, not wanting to warrant so much attention, she is almost ghost-like, and other equids freeze at the very sight of her. Curious foals usually try to walk up to her to greet her, poking their nose close and taking a jump back when she shakes herself and goes on her way. Lusin cannot hear anyone, she cannot understand their voices, and unable to clearly speak aside from a few grunts and neighs built into her by instinct. Despite not understanding the others, she feels a strong duty to protect those around her. Lucin usually appears in front of a herd with foals, silent and attentive and making sure to lead the herd out of danger if it so happened to come their way. Lusin has a strong presence, one that can be felt as a motherly warmth and calm, a mare wise beyond her years. Lusin is very sweet and has a strong love for others, however her love may be based on the fact that she cannot hear those who speak badly of her and believe she is a malignant spirit or a bad omen, some herds meeting their fate after she appears (although it is simply that they did not trust her enough to follow her away from danger).

Descriptive Piece:
(goes from sunset to night/ how it would look like if we were a alive on a very primitive earth)
The golden light of the sun expires as it retreats, into the fine line that divides heaven from earth
the horizon, the jailer, seems to hold the sun prisoner in its grip,
there will only be a few hours
the time for night to reveal its own beauty, that is
for the sun will always return to flaunt the day
but for now the night gets to work
dissipating the threads of orange, gold, purple and pink
weaving its own colors, soon everything gradients into a void-like blue
what was below is now colorless, enigmatic shapes against a dark sky
barren, lonely, dismal
until the clouds abandon their post, revealing the secret beauty of the dark- a canvass with a most extraordinary painting, one who's age is incomprehensible to the human mind
familiar lights shining and beckoning almost romantically, swirls of colors and formations mesmerizing sweetly
the hypnotizing song of our origins, a nostalgia unchallenged
galaxies, moons, stars
all that earth's sun reveals pales in comparison to what the darkness reveals
a beauty irreplaceable, unmistakable, unconquerable
a beauty that some of us have learned to fear
the revealer of only a tiny portion of the universe we were born from
the darkness of the night sky

Happy Story:
I am always pretty happy, there is nothing much in particular that has happened recently, other than getting to spend time with my friends, it makes me happy that I am surrounded by so many kind people, I adore my friends more than anything, and thinking of them makes me feel as warm as if I've just had chili hot chocolate<3 they're a good bunch of pals, and if anything makes me happy, they do ^^

[grapejuice]

Username: Grapejuice
Equid's Name: Arwen
Age: Five
Height: 12.1hh
Sex: Mare
Gender:
She has a lean, slightly muscular build like a young male, though she doesn't identify as male or female. She's non-binary gendered, and feels no attachment to any specific gender label. For the sake of the written portions, however, we'll refer to Arwen as a female.
Personality:
To be honest, Arwen is a self-conscious girl, lacking greatly in confidence. It's all because of her deafness, and her inability to speak.

Arwen was born completely deaf, and never learned how to speak. She could make sounds, but never learned how to form words or communicate whatsoever. There is no "equid sign-language", no "speech therapy", nothing for her to learn so she can relay her own thoughts to others; she simply stays quiet and tends to be more off to the side, never the center of attention. She's an observer, she'll watch from the sidelines and pick up on tiny things. Like gestures. Basic gestures, such as the 'come here' gesture, or the greeting of a head nod, the yes and no head movements. Those she picked up as she grew, and can use those in simple situations. She doesn't understand affection, nor does she take kindly to it. She doesn't enjoy being touched by others or touching others, and tends to become very hostile when anyone is too close for comfort.

Obviously communication has always been difficult for her. Arwen can see others talking, but she can't hear them. She doesn't know if they're addressing her when they speak, if they're trying to tell her something, or if they're talking about her. Some would call this paranoia, but Arwen believes that almost everyone has something bad to say about her. Why not insult the girl who can't hear it, right? Who can't hear if anyone else is around when she's singing? Maybe not so much singing, but humming and making noises that tickled her throat and made her feel good inside. But heck, she doesn't even know what her own voice sounds like! For all she knows she's just making these terrible noises, and everyone's heard it and has been making fun of her for it. So she's stopped singing and has learned to avoid other equids entirely. It's simply not worth all of the torment it puts her restless mind through.

All creatures are born with the innate behavior of fearing things we can't understand, and Arwen is fearful of others. She doesn't know if they're talking about her, making fun of her, anything.

Arwen is relatively impossible to befriend in any way; she's much too paranoid and antisocial to let anyone too close to her. She's learned to enjoy being alone, and admire the everyday sights of nature. The flowers of spring, the sunsets on a warm summer night... if she wasn't so paranoid about what others thought, she'd try and ramble on for hours about the beauty she's seen. About the stars and the moon, the little field mice who seemed to avoid the big owls who hunt at night.
If you could peer into her mind, you'd be amazed by what you saw.

Descriptive Piece:
The last of the suns rays have finally disappeared behind the mountains, leaving an ebbing pink hue on the darkening sky. With night settling in, the air around you feels crisp, cold, and oddly refreshing. Along with this change in temperature, the sky above is transforming as well. The dark blues are fading into dark shades of violet, and then a vast expanse of jet-black which consumes everything else. And then you see it, the faintest twinkle of a distant star, like moth-eaten holes in a blanket. As if on cue, millions of other tiny lights begin to dot the sky, illuminating it before your very eyes. The brightest and larget, though, has yet to be admired. On this particular night, there is merely but a sliver of moon shining above, a waxing crescent. You can now see everything. Constellations, glowing planets, all so perfectly clear on this winter night. Who cares if you can't hear the crickets chirping, the bats' faint screeching, and the low whistles of the northern mocking-bird? They would only interrupt this comforting silence, this moment in time where the universe seemed to be on pause, as you embrace the cold and the beauty of the evening sky.
Happy Story:
This is my last year at home before I go off to college, so material items weren't a big wish for me. I'm very appreciative of being able to go to college and further my education, so I wasn't hoping to recieve anything in particular. I can't take everything with me, so...
Anyways, this Christmas was very simple for me. I got some new clothes, a few gift cards for restaraunts I enjoy, and various perfumes since I love smelling like fruits 1000% of the time.
My best friend decided she was going to surprise me this year, though.
We started this tradition last year with "Gifts of Doom", where we put gifts inside of boxes, and those boxes inside of boxes, and then either duct tape, seran wrap, super glue (etc) each one, to make it difficult to open. It's a lot of fun, even though it takes anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour to open all of the gifts.
So I went to her house a few days ago, and we exchanged gifts. There was one box that was so light, I swore she didn't put anything in it. On the contrary, the box was completely filled with packing peanuts and tiny slips of paper, each one giving a hint as to what the gift was. And each paper had a band name on it, or a pair of "vans" sneakers on them. And when I figured out what it was I nearly cried. She'd gotten us tickets to go to Warped Tour 2015, so we can go see our favorite bands together live.
While that may not sound like a big deal, I'm beyond excited about it. I don't get to go to concerts, because they're never anywhere near me, or they're way too expensive to go to. And being able to go with my friend who means the world to me, is absolutely... great. I can't put it into better terms, but really I'm just so excited to go and so lucky to have her.

**Please note, I'm not trying to infer that people with hearing problems are at great disadvantages as I've displayed Arwen. I took this from the standpoint that she is a wild animal and there isn't much to be done. Just trying to keep this realistic.

[FireOmens]

I hope it's okay to wish everyone a little luck in this competition. There's a lot of good forms.
I've really fallen in love with this girl, and even though I know I shouldn't just in case I don't win, but I think I've fallen in love with this very beautiful girl. xD
Good luck to all participants!

[p-ond]

Username: bansly
Equid's Name: Click
Age: 13
Height: 12.1hh
Sex: Mare
Gender: Neutral
Personality: It's a day to day thing with Click, she comes across vastly different from one day to the next. Her normal―meaning the side of her most people would like to see―is a very calm and sweet demeanor. Click isn't very loud or outgoing, but she expresses herself as happy and content on a less drastic level. If another individual is willing to spend time around her and find a roundabout way to communicate with her, Click is overjoyed to return the kindness and spend time enjoying the company of another breathing creature. She can't talk, instead she makes clicking noises (hence the name) because she couldn't learn anything other than what she thinks feels right. Even though she clicks her tongue, there is no rhyme or reason to the sounds due to lack of control so communication is always holding her back. However, challenges like communication or adventures are readily welcomed by the mare and are met with an eager attentiveness to try new things. That gusto is also her downfall sometimes, as Click is prone to frustration when things don't go her way. The reoccurring issue of her hearing holding her back due to communication issues has made sure that Click knows failure more than success. Over the years she has developed anxiety and shows some bipolar tendencies worsened by frustration. So with Click, you have her good and her bad but at her core she's an incredibly strong individual. Her frustration can get in the way but she also shows overwhelming resilience and often surprises people with her elastic attitude.
Descriptive Piece: Gloomy, gusty and gaping but galactic, gustatory and gay;
the night sky gathers the senses into a medley of malevolence and awe.
Moonlight launches an impenetrable luminescence, while stars coruscate and scintillate.
Squalls surge toward the sod, while tonic air tastes of tang.
Clouds obscure us in overcast, while the crescent moon beams.
Happy Story: This seems to be a repeated thing every year but it's just as hilarious each time. To make Christmas a little more fun and make it last longer, my grandma decided to start putting math problems on the name tags of presents instead of a name. Everyone gets a card with numbers that correspond as the answers to a specific present. Sounds simple enough but every year something goes wrong or we all cheat our butts off. My grandma is (self confessed) not very good at math, so why she decided to organize presents this way is beyond us. Presents have wrong equations, no matching answer, or we have answers with no equations because of an extra or missing 0, you name it. And everyone gets a kick out of trying to do these things, since it's a no calculator allowed type deal. This year a couple of us had numbers in the thousands and just gave up and decided to guess 'oh it's a 3,000ish number so it must be mine', much to my grandma's dismay at our "cheating". Regardless, it's just a big mess every year but it calls for a lot of laughter and fun, even more so than opening the gifts to see what's inside. Even the little ones that don't get equation presents get to join in by being the official present hander-outers or equation readers.

Mannn, I love this piece, and your story really made me smile x)
Congrats bansly, and congrats everyone else, I didn't read one form that didn't cheer me up! Your descriptions were all beautiful. Sorry for the delay, much love to everyone today too! <3

[rax]

Omgg huge congratulations ban !!! Such a pretty Equid and a great entry <33
:D

[Shadowhunter,]

OMGOGMGOGMGOM COnGRATS FRIEND!!!!!