[Vixen_Roe]

Finally finished my art *wipes forehead* hope y'all like it, and an early Good Luck to everyone as I will be rather inactive for the next couple of days ^^

[blackhoeses]

Finally finished my art *wipes forehead* hope y'all like it, and an early Good Luck to everyone as I will be rather inactive for the next couple of days ^^

O_O Vixen your picture is beautiful, *runs off to finish her art* good luck to everyone

[nuvola]

Username: Yoru 夜 
Equid's name: Raleigh
Personality:  Brave: Raleigh is a brave one. He stands up for himself when other equids decide to pick on or pressure him. Though, I don't think that the others would really want to pick on him. When there comes a situation where there is another equid in need (say one being attacked) he will step up and help them. 
There are other ways that he shows his bravery; he isn't afraid to speak his mind or say whatever crosses his mind. Raleigh is also able to stand in front of a herd of equids and speak, he doesn't really seem shy in doing so either.

Freindly: He is quite friendly with others. Raleigh rarely ever shows his bad side - it his hard to get him angry. He hates seeing other equids being hurt by what another had said to them, so he tries his best to keep his friends and parents happy. Raleigh has many friends because of this personality trait, and he tries his hardest to become friendly with everybody in his herd, but that is difficult because not all equids like him. He smiles a lot, one reason he does this is because he wants other equids to smile - and like his father, he has that smile that could make you melt.

Laid Back: Raleigh isn't one to be known to get angry or worked up about things, especially if they are small. He usually comes across as calm and relaxed. 
He usually goes with the flow with things because he sees that it is the easiest thing to do - when he is new at something and other equids give him their opinions on it, he just agrees with them.

Independent: He doesn't like to depend on others for help, advice, etc. He chooses to do things on hid own, even if he is in trouble with something. Raleigh knows that someday he won't need to rely on his parents anymore - or have to, anyway. So, because of that he decided to become independent. Also because he likes to do things on his own.

  Art or Story: Dark clouds rolled over the once clear blue sky, indicating that there was going to be rain. A young colt pranced through the field, clearly wandering away from his home. He seemed completely oblivious to the darkening sky and distant rumbling that may have been coming from the upcoming storm.
There must have been something interesting that he was fixated on because he never took a glance back to see if anybody was after him. Though, there wasn't anything in front of him that he could have been chasing. No butterfly, no rabbit, or anything. He might be scared, or maybe there was something on his mind, or he may have just wanted to be alone.
It wasn't a very wise decision to be running away from home on this day - there was storm and it seemed to be quite a large one. If he stayed out any longer he had a high chance of becoming ill.

As time went on, the colt increased the distance from him and the mountains more and more. The wind from the upcoming storm picked up its pace and the temperature decreased which sent a chill down his spine. Despite the feeling of being cold, he just sorted, shook his head and went on. Heavy pants escaped from his mouth and his nostrils flared - he was exhausted.
**
After hours of running, the colt finally came to a stop. “Only a couple of more minutes before down pour,” he observed as he slowly made his way under a large rock that seemed to be sticking out of the ground.

Two young looking Equids ran down their mountain home and away from the rest of the herd. “Oh Patch, I hope he's okay,” whimpered the mare to her mate. Patch smiled, trying to reassure her, “He's going to be okay, Tranquil... He's going to be okay,” Patch merely whispered. 
Tranquil flattened her long ears against the top of her head, “I hope you're right...” she whispered to herself.
**
Tranquil and Patch spent several hours outside of their mountain home looking for their beloved son, even after it had started to rain. They called and called, but no matter how hard they tried, their son did not appear. The two were worried beyond belief, their son had not told them what was bothering him, so they hadn't the slightest idea of why he had decided to run away like this.
“I don't think Raleigh is coming back,” Tranquil whimpered, lowering her head. 
Patch nuzzled her for reassurance, “Don't loose hope on him. We may need to ask the others to help us,” he neighed quietly to her.

After waking up from a small and refreshing nap, Raleigh slowly opened his green eyes and gazed behind him. It was pouring. The temperature had dropped since he had first arrived at this area, and the rumbling from earlier was much more clear than it was before. 
Shivering slightly, Raleigh stepped out from under the rock and back towards his mountain home, unsure of why he had even left. ‘Ah, who knows. I must have been upset or something,’ the thought made him laugh. Raleigh was rarely upset. If he couldn’t remember why it was, it must not have been important.
The lightening from the storm lit up the area Everytime it stuck. It was blinding, but it lasted for a second. Thunder followed after it, and the ran just continued to down pour, it's amount never lessening.

Although Tranquil and Patch said that they were going to make the trip back to the mountains to ask for help, they didn't. They stayed where they were, probably to see if their son was going to come back. The parents were at risk of getting sick, but that did not stop them from standing in middle of the thunderstorm to wait for Raleigh. 
Patch's neck was draped over his mate's neck, most likely to keep her warm.
“It's alright, Tranquil. It's alright, he's going to come,” he murmured soothingly trying to comfort her.
Tranquil just shivered and closed her eyes, hoping that her son would make his way back.

Raleigh did not run, but walked. He felt much to cold to move his legs at such a speed, and it was dark so he couldn't really see much of anything. The thought of why he had run away from home in the first place was still puzzling to him. Snorting, he shook his head as if to the the though from his mind and he continued his walk back home.
Though, he stopped suddenly. In front of him he could make out two horse-looking sillouettes. Who could they be? 
Curiosity got the best of the young colt and he took a couple of steps towards the equids.
Tranquil and Patch lifted their heads in response to the close sounds of clamping of hooves in front of them. They instantly knew who it was. Delight lot up ther face and the ran up to their son. 
“Oh, Raleigh! We were so worried!” cried Tranquil.
Raleigh’s eyes widened slightly, shocked that these two horses were his parents.
“Mom? Dad?” is all that he could say at the moment, almost completely lost for words. ‘They actually came out in this storm to look for me?’ it was quite obvious that they would, but it was surprising to Raleigh because it was in the middle of a severe thunderstorm.
“Yes Raleigh, it's us. Now c'mon. Let’s go back home,” Patch ushered.

Finally, the three Equids returned home safely. They were soaked and shivering, but they were okay.
Raleigh nuzzled his parents as a ‘thank you’ and maybe an ‘I love you’, his parents gave him a smile in return, glad that their son had returned home.

Why do you want this equid?: I could say that when I first laid my eyes on him, I fell in love, but I don't think I fell hard for him at that time. Though, I do adore his design. I love the markings; they remind me of a couple of things such as caves, shadows, and rivers. His eyes, like an emerald. All the colors that you used for him really compliment each other. Everything just seems to fit together perfectly. Also, I like the way you combined Tranquil and Patch's markings together - when I had heard that patch was having a foal with a mare, I though he was going to look different from this, but I like this foal just the way he is. Absolutly gorgeous.
When I first looked at him, so many ideas rushed through my head and my motivation for writing came back and I knew that I should try out for him. I tried not to fall to hard for him because when I do, I usually don't win and it breaks my heart, but when I was writing his personality and his story, I felt a connection towards this equid that I don't usually feel towards many other characters. A deep connection. One where I felt like I knew him. In other words, an attachment.
And the name Raleigh is from a charcter from a book that I read a while ago. He was one of my favorite characters in any book, and when I saw this boy he instantly reminded me of that character.

[Scarlip]

I have a question about the stories, I'm having a bit of trouble including other equids, and now I'm wondering...to be counted, does the WME have to do something in the story, lik, talk, act actively, or something like that? Or would, for example, a WME that is laying there and sleeping count and give 0.5 points, if the fact that it is asleep is important for the story? I hope I don't sound completely confusing. xD

[AmigoGirl]

well you could just as well say that there are 1000 equids in the bg of your story, it wouldnt really count. so, at least make it look important please, even if its not talking

[Scarlip]

Okay, I get what you mean ^^
In the beginning of my story, he's laying in a cave, his parents close to him, sleeping, and the other herd members farther back in the cave sleeping aswell. I don't expect those herd members to be counted (they're basically just there cause anything else wouldn't make sense in that situation xD) but I'm hoping that his parents will be counted. They're rather important for the story as it's of high importance to him that they're asleep, and Patch is kinda the reason for the course of the story. Well, I'll try. xD

[Scarlip]

Username: BlackJack
Equid's name: Blaze
Personality: When you first meet Blaze, he seems to be pretty reserved and even a bit shy. There's something pretty mystical about him, and he generally doesn't like to show his feelings to equids he doesn't fully trust. Once you get to know him and he is sure that you can be trusted, though, he will show you his true feelings. Then he is gentle and quite crazy sometimes, and he can be the sweetest boy. Also, he's got a great sense of humor - he loves black humor and sarcasm especially. Blaze is brave at heart, yet he doesn't go and seek trouble purposely. You could say he's got many things in common with his father, Patch, but there's a twist in this story: Blaze doesn't want to be like Patch. He feels like he was admired because of his famous father only, but not for his own deeds. Even though he loves his father (and of course his mother too!), he's gotten so tired of it, where ever he goes, the girls nearly faint and whisper "OH look, that's PATCH's son!!! *___*". But none of them ever say "Oh look, that's Blaze!". Blaze knows that he could technically have any girl he wants, as he's got his father's famous "killer smile" too, but he simply doesn't want to have just any girl. He wants to find a forever mate, a mare that loves him deeply, for who he is, and not for who his father is. He might not look like it, but he is quite romantic, and absolutely loyal, just like his mother. He can be a real daydreamer sometimes. Blaze is very clever and generally likes to be his own master. A special thing about him is his love for thunderstorms, which is also a topic in the story below.
Art or Story: Blaze raised his head as the wind's cold hands reached out for him in the most unforgiving way. He shivered slightly. His coat was thick enough to resist the cold weather, but the wind was very insisting on its deeds, blowing slightly but permanently through the cave. Every now and then, Blaze could hear it make howling noises, like ghosts. He turned his head, his green eyes scanning the darkness, and he could see his parents' silhouettes close to him. Allthough he couldn't see much of them, he was able to tell that Patch was laying on his belly, his tail around Tranquil who was laying next to him, his head resting on her neck, to keep her warm. Blaze smiled, seeing that a stallion like his father, who was mysterious and loved to dominate the girls, could be so soft, caring and gentle if he really liked a mare. Blaze could hear their deep and even breathing, it assured him that they were asleep. Blaze listened into the darkness. He could hear the breath of the other herd members, though he couldn't see them as they were laying farther back in the cave, where the dim moonlight that was shining through the entrance couldn't reach them at all. Blaze let his head sink back down to the ground, slowly. He knew that as long as the dim moonlight was still disrupting the darkness, it was too early. He had to wait and try not to fall asleep, and hope that none of the others would wake up. After a short while, that seemed like hours to him, Blaze finally noticed that the light was starting to fade. A few times it became stronger again, like it was using all its stength to battle its deadly enemy, the darkness. But after a last defiant struggle, the darkness won the fight and the moonlight disappeared completely. Blaze smiled, he knew what it meant. The clouds had come, after all, and he knew that now it was only a matter of minutes. And he was right, just a few moments later, he heard the thunder. It was far away in the distance still, but it was there, and Blaze knew that the storm was on its way. Just like expected.

The storm was overdue, the herd had known that it was coming, that it would arrive soon, they just couldn't tell the ecaxt moment. For the last few days, they had been residing nearby this cave. They slept in it at night, and allthough it was windy inside they knew it would give them shelter during the storm, no matter what. Blaze had been waiting for this storm, anxiously, desperately, yet carefully trying not to show too much of this emotion. He was known to love thunderstorms, the stronger the storm, the better. He had always felt this weird fascination, and he had trouble understanding how someone could be scared of thunderstorms. He adored everything about them. The meaningful quiet before the storm that seemed to make everything freeze in time. The forthcoming thunder, riding on black clouds, like an army of furious riders on black horses, forerunners of an upcoming, unchangable fate, at first nothing more than a mumbling in the distance, but soon coming closer and closer, with angry drums, throwing spears of fire down to earth, and sending floods of rain as if they wanted to drown the mountains. And when the whole universe seemed to be nothing but a house of cards, when mother nature once again proved her power and superiority, Blaze had this very special, hard to describe feeling. It was like the air was filled with electricity, not the same kind of electric powers like the lighting, but more like some sort of magic. And he adored that feeling.

This upcoming thunderstorm was different from all the others, though, it was way more important to Blaze. The most important storm of his life, in fact. It was his opportunity to change something, and maybe his only one. He had prayed for it to come at night, because only then it would be helpful for his plans. A dim lighting disrupted the darkness for a second, and again he heard the thunder, this time it was louder than before. He knew that it was time for him to go. He stood up, very carefully, trying to avoid any loud noises. Slowly and silently, he walked towards the entrance. Right after he had stepepd outside, something made him stop. He turned around, and looked back, to where he knew his parents were sleeping. "I'm sorry, but I have to go. I love you, one day I'll be back.", he whispered, his voice so low that it couldn't wake them up. Another lighting, followed by thunder, Blaze started to run. He ran without looking back, he knew that he didn't have any time to stop, he dashed over the grassy ground. While he was running, the thunder became louder, the number of flashes increased. And then he was finally there, the thunderstorm, right above Blaze. The floodgates of heaven opened, sending flogging rain down to the earth, the harsh storm wind chased through the mountains, blustering thunder seemed to make the world shatter while its echo sounded from the mountain faces, bright flashes chased each other through the skies, seemingly cutting the air into pieces. Heavy raindrops hit Blaze's coat, soaking it within a minute or two. But he wasn't bothered about the rain, he didn't even feel how wet and cold his coat was, actually he was glad about the rain being so heavy. Everything was working out perfectly well.

Blaze had chosen the perfect moment for his escape. He had known that if he waited for too long, until the storm was there, his parents or the other herd members would be woken up by the loud noises of it, before Blaze was gone, making it impossible for him to leave unseen. Leaving too early, before any signs of the upcoming storm were there, would have been dangerous too. There would have been a chance of someone waking up and noticing he was gone. That would have given them the chance to follow him and catch up to him before the storm's arrival. Or, what if there wouldn't have been any storm? They could've just followed his hoof prints once they noticed his absence. No, Blaze had to make sure that on the one hand, the storm was most definitely coming, and that he chose the right moment to go. And as he had started to run just when the storm was on its way, he could be sure that he'd be far away when the others would be woken up by it, and by that time the storm would be too strong to follow him, he knew that they wouldn't dare. And even if so, where would they go? The heavy rain was washing his hoofprints away within seconds. And so he kept running and running, not looking back, he ran into a brand new life...

The next morning, Blaze was woken up by voices. He opened one eye, then the other, needing a while to see clearly. The air was crystal clear. He had no idea for how long he had kept running last night, at a point he had lost any feeling for time and space, he had been terribly exhaused, yet kept running, more like a machine. Even when the thunderstorm had stopped, he hadn't stopped running. Then he had entered a small forest, freezing, wet and tired, and found shelter between some grassy rocks and bushes. And now? He raised his head and looked up, and saw two equids standing right in front of him. "Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeello! Hello? Are you....are you okay?", one of them asked. She was a rather short brown mare, with darker brown mane, muzzle, legs and tail tip, with white brindle markings on her belly, neck and upper tail, three white socks, a white blaze and a snip. She seemed somewhat hyper, a bit like a foal, stepping from one foot to the other impatiently, gazing at him with big green eyes in a very curious way. "Yeah....I think so....", Blaze answered, he was still a bit drowsy. He looked at the other equid now, it was a tall cream mare with blue eyes, delicate brown markings on her face, legs and tail tip, and two brown brindle stripes running horizontally over her sides, and two vertical stripes on her tail. She had a very feminine and elegant aura, and she seemed calmer than the other mare. Looking at the brown mare, she wondered "Shall we believe him? Or what do you think, my dear?". The filly-like mare shrugged and kept looking at Blaze. "I am Fayette, and this is Classical. We found you laying randomly here between the bushes and well, you seem somewhat...lost?", she said."Oh, I'm not lost, I've just had a very long and exhausting travel.", Blaze replied, he was more awake now. "Who are you, and where are you from, if you don't mind the questions?", Classical asked. This question was like a salvation for Blaze. Finally, after all, he had met equids who didn't recognize him as the son of Patch as soon as they saw him. No fainting, no squeaking, nothing of that kind, but instead just pure and honest interest in him, the equid he was, in Blaze. And he knew that his travel had been worth it, as much as it had hurt to leave his parents and the herd behind, as much as he loved Tranquil and Patch, he knew that it had been the right decision to escape his father's fame. "My name is Blaze, I've come from far away...", he answered before standing up and following the two mares curiously to explore the forest.

Why do you want this equid?: He's just jaw drop gorgeous! I love his design, how he is a perfect mix of both Patch and Tranquil. When you said you were making a foal of those two I was excited, Patch is one of my fave WMEs and Tranquil is so stunning too. So I decided to stalk the adoption page, and when I saw him I was a bit surprized. His design looked differnt than I had expected, I'm not really sure what exactly I had expected to see. But I wasn't disappointed at all, he's just so stunning! I love the shade of brown that his base color is, and the fact that it's darker on the neck, back and upper tail and becoming lighter towards the belly, legs and towards the tail tip. It gives the design so much more depth than an invariant base color. Another thing I love about him is his brindle, it's probably one of my fave features. The light brown/cream color fits so nicely with his darker brown coat, and it reminds me of Tranquil due to its color. The way it is shaped reminds me a lot of lighting (On a sidenote, the fact that his markings remind me of lighting and that my story is about a thunderstorm is pretty much coincidence. Only after I had thought of my concept for the story, I noticed that his brindling actually fits the story. ). I also adore that his brinfling is "filled" with black in some parts, as I'm a fan of that kind of brindle, yet it's not overloaded as there's both normal and filled brindle. And I like how his brindling fades on his legs and tail, and that the markings on his tail are black, so a different color, making him look more colorful. Colorful is a good point - I adore his mane! Usually, where the brindle hits the mane, it is either the same color like on the coat, or a different color, that applies for all the brindle markings though. But on Blaze's coat, almost every brindle marking affects the mane color in a different way. One just has two white stripes where the cream brindle hits the mane, for the next one there's a stripe of the same color like the brindle, then the next one leaves a white stripe in the mane, the following one two cream stripes, then on his tail just one white stripe, followed by cream stripes. It makes his design look so colorful and many-sided, I love it! And it's not only his mane that I like, I also like the way his tail tip is colored. I must admit that I'm not a big fan of the designs where the tai tip has brindle stripes on it (its just personal preferance, not meant rude or anything^^), and thus for I like it how his tail is colored, that it has several colors but isn't brindle'd. It just looks...more natural to me, somehow, and I like natural designs. Also, his white markings make the whole design look much lighter, and more unique, especially the one on his head and neck. I adore how on his face it looks still a bit like a skull, just that a part of it above the eyes seems to be missing, together with those adorable black spots on his muzzle it reminds me of Patch and is still completely different and unique, and I love that brown "dot" on his neck, which reminds me of a bubble. And one thing that I utterly adore are his shiny green eyes, they make the whole concept of his design perfect.
After the first excitement I was having trouble finding the right name for him, and after a while I wasn't so sure anymore if I should really apply or not. But after all I decided I love and want him enough to try for him, the muse came to me and I also found a name that I like, and now that my entry is finished I must say I love him more than I did in the beginning. I just got to know him much better during the development of the story, and it was incredibly fun to write! What I'd like to add is that in the story he's 3.5 years old, I just wanted to point it out so that nobody imagines a young foal escaping or something, he's almost mature. ^^

[ban]

Finally finished my art piece, very proud of it I must say ^^ I was getting panicky that I wouldn't finish on time. Started working the day it came out, but it drug on for so long. Very time consuming, but well worth it! I'm wishing a premature good luck to everyone! May the odds be ever in your favor. (had to reference the hunger games :'D)

[clara.anne]

Can we still post forms or is it closed now?
Is there a few more hours?
<3
AnneSophie

[Arabianwolflove]

Username: Arabianwolflove
Equid's name: Naraji
Personality: Naraji is as light as a cloud! He loves to gallop and play with the fillies in the valley. As somewhat of a 'ladies man' as his father.claims, Naraji he doesn't like to be show off
Art or Story: Since I couldn't finish my art, here's his story.
As the sun rose above the horizon, a miracle was to happen. Tranquil lay in the field, feet away from the others. Walking towards his beauty, Patch was soon right behind. The arrival: a young vibrant colt with Patch as his father and the hunny bunny Tranquil as beautiful mother. His birth was expected to be soon, but as the sun said good night, farewell, he still had to arrive to the world. Hours into the night, the two became weary. There hopes soon were to fade. But in the last hour of night, as the moon was soon to be down, something was to happen. Tranquil became aware of the movement quickly. The moon faded but in return was something brighter than the moon and stars together in the eyes of his parents. Mother shifted to him, repositioning their son to be encircled by Tranquil's body. As she lent down towards their to-be-named son, Patch settled down behind, resting his head on her neck.
"You are my miracle. You are the one sent from heaven for me. You are my gift. You are mine" spoken from the heart of Tranquil.
"You are ours" whispered Patch to his son. 'my son' he hummed.
A gleam in eye, Tranquil lay her head down in grass giving into the exhaustion that cling to her. Overwhelmed with information, the colt too lay to sleep.


Why do you want this equid?: I like the coloring and markings on him. He just seems to be so vibrant in personality and character.I hope I will laterbe able to create the most beautiful and spunky foal anyone has ever seen. I have always loved WMEs especially yours, and now to have a chance that is the offspring of your two is a blessing just by itself. My heart wrenches for the chance to say "this beautiful boy is one of a kind and ALL mine!"