As usaual fill out the form, and fill in any speacial requirements. You don't need to do both the story and art but greatly increases your chances 
. The story needs to have another BK in, i you don't own one yet make sure you ask before you use other peoples, and that you have there permission. If you want you may use my Bayou Kelpie 'Jingle'
viewtopic.php?t=1375190. There were two great entries, having trouble deciding which one to choose, one has a perfect form in my eyes but the other has an awesome story which I would be really intrested in to see the out come. Not sure whether to flip a coin or judge mainly on the picture.
Could take some time for me to decide not more than a week
No editing from now till when I post the winner.
Manx wrote:
Username:
Manx
How many Bayou Kelpies do you own:
Currently, one; My lovely lady Zahara.:3
Favourite thing(s) about him:
My favourite thing about him? Well, it would have to be his colour. He doesn't have any kind of flashy colours or patterns, but he's gorgeous all the same. I also how love his horns and mane darken from white to black. His eyes also compliment his colour very nicely, and are simply fabulous.
What will you do with him:
I will use him as a character, and perhaps a mate for my other Bayou Kelpie, Zahara. I'm not the best at art, however, I may draw him a bit. More likely though, I'll use him in role plays and inspiration for writing.
Name:
Adair
Celtic meaning for "from the ford by the oak trees."
Gender:
Stallion
Height:
17.2 hh
Age:
7 years
Likes:
-Emeralds-
-Spring-
-Mist-
-Mountains-
-Green & gold-
-Waterfalls-
-Moon-
-Oaks-
-Willows-
Dislikes:
-Blood-
-Greed-
-Fighting-
-Cruelty-
Personality:
Kind:
Most refer to Adair as a gentle giant for his sweet and gentle nature. He's always willing to help someone else out, and absolutely can't stand to see others in pain or suffering. It's not rare for him to lead lost travelers out of the bog, and he has a deep respect for all living things.
Wise:
Although young and still in his prime, Adair is wise far beyond his age. Instead of learning from his own mistakes, he prefers to learn from others mistakes, so he may not have to be in the same situation as they. He likes to quote wise words from others, and will sometimes gently chide others if they perform an action they should not have.
Cautious:
Cautious and logical, Adair does not like to dive right into things. He's cool and calculating, and only once he has determined the possible consequences of an action will he proceed to do it. Adair also can maintain his composure during dire situations, and is almost always the one to come up with a solid plan.
Loyal:
Adair has great loyalty, for quite a few things. Most prominently is that to his family and friends. He's incredibly loyal, and will stand up for and beside them at all times, and will never let them down. Adair also has a strong sense of loyalty to his duty; to protect his homeland, the bayou, as well as all the living things in it.
Proud:
Although Adair is quite wise, he still has a streak of pride due to his youth. Usually, he can withstand the most scathing of comments without so much as caring, but sometimes, if you catch him at the wrong time, Adair will become proud and defensive. He also becomes quite defensive if a comment is directed at not him, but at someone he cares for.
Reliable & Hard working::
Adair is extremely hard working, and simply hates to leave a project unfinished or a promise unfulfilled. Once he's got an idea in his head, he becomes quite determined, and will work at it almost continuously. He is also very reliable, and you can always count on him to be truthful and to do any duty you give him.
Playful:
Although very rarely shown, Adair can actually be quite playful. He much prefers his sophisticated and regal self, but sometimes, if prompted, he will show his fun-loving side to you.
History:
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Theme Song:
I can't decide... Soo, here's two. :3
Brave: Touch The Sky
Brave: Learn Me Right
Art:
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Poem:
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Short Story:
The young boy clutched the long mane of the great equine, barely managing to comprehend the situation. He trembled in both chill and awe as he watched the powerful muscles of the stallion ripple underneath the sleek coat as he picked his way through the swamp. It was almost surreal that such a large creature could possess such strength and grace at the same time. He had been in the murky bayou when he first spotted the great beast. Despite his mother's many warnings, he had wandered into the mysterious bayou, seeking a sense of adventure. After all, with all the strange tales about it, what place could be better? Though, as the day had progressed, he had realized it hadn't been the greatest of plans... It took practice to navigate the maze within the bayou, to avoid falling into the water and drowning. The coordination needed, however, was not easy to achieve once the fog had rolled into the land. He had tried his best to find his way back, but no matter what he did, he couldn't seem to do it. The fact that the sun had begun setting hadn't helped the matter either. So, he had decided to stay put until the sun rose and the fog has cleared.
The moon had been high in the sky when he first saw the creature. He had jumped at an unexpected rustling, and as fear enveloped him, he turned to see a white, horned head appear from the foggy trees. In awe, he gazed at the mystical creature, his eyes locked on its magnificent blue ones. For a moment, they remained like that, and then the stallion emerged fully from the mist, gazing curiously down at the young boy. The stallion's tail fell well below his hocks, and his mane was past his shoulders. In the moonlight, his light pelt seemed to glow, casting a bewitching aura around him. He had a kind of ruggedness about him, yet at the same time seemed to possess the nobility of a king. Of all of these, though, his eyes were the most breath taking. They shone with youth and curiosity, yet held a kind of wisdom that no man could ever hope to hold.
It was then that the stallion bowed, offering the boy a seat upon his broad back. The boy had cautiously stretched out his hand, afraid that if he touched the being, he may evaporate back into the fog from which he had come. Though, as his hand lightly touched the beast he remained solid and after a few moments, he pulled himself up. As soon as he was secure, the stallion rose to his towering seventeen and a half hand height, and gracefully turned back into the fog. Each step was perfect, and not once did he plate-sized hooves touch the water. The boy hung on tightly, fearful of falling off into the cold waters that surrounded them. He had nothing to fear, though. For each stride was graceful and soft. Quite frankly, it was more like lying against a soft, warm cloud than riding a horse. Eventually, the boy looked up from where he had buried his head into the silky mane. Delight surged through him as he spotted lights not far away, no doubt from his village. A ways away from the village, the stallion stopped and once more stooped. The boy slid off gently, and with joy still in his heart, he threw his hands around the muscular neck. For a moment, the stallion's eyes seemed to spark with surprise, then softened and he returned the hug, pressing his muzzle against the boy's back. With a smile, the boy whispered in the horse's ear. "Thank you, great bayou spirit." The stallion returned his gaze, and a smile seemed to light up his eyes too. Laughing in sheer delight, the boy ran away, towards his home.
"Who's there?" a voice called from not far away.
"Mama!" the boy cried, recognizing the voice.
"Oh dear boy, where have you been?" his mother cried as she saw him, wrapping him into a tight hug.
"I got lost in the bayou," the boy murmured, on the verge of tears. "But don't worry! I'm fine! He-" The boy stopped suddenly as he spun around, meaning to point at his rescuer. The great stallion was gone though, disappeared into the mist almost as swiftly as he had come.
Looking directly at his mother, eyes clouded with memory, the boy spoke. "A great white spirit of the bayou brought me home."
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Adair watched the joyful reunion from the edge of bayou, a soft warmth welling within him. It had come to him as quite a surprise to find the young boy, who couldn't have been more than eight, in the middle of the bayou. Frankly, it was quite rare for the adult humans to venture into the bayou, let alone one of their off spring. Most of the time his kind tried their best to avoid any contact with the humans, but it wasn't like he had a choice. After all, the boy was cold, scared, and alone. He couldn't have just left him there... Seeing the reunion before him only solidified his confidence in his choice, and with one last glance at them, picked his way back into the murky bayou.
Growing up in this murky, water logged forest had given confidence, and Adair allowed his mind to wander as he strode. In his mind, he called upon a picture of the human village, analyzing the details. Despite often shunning the humans and everything having to do with them, Adair was actually quite interested in human culture. Or, more specifically, the human culture from the lands called "Ireland" and "Scotland." Once, when the humans had been having a festival of sorts, he had heard the quick, upbeat tune of the fiddle, and had instantly loved the sound. Though, without interacting with the humans, it was extremely difficult to learn about their culture, and so, he had only managed to glean bits and pieces of it...
Suddenly stopping, Adair realized he had made his way back deep in the bayou, to the place he usually rested during the night. Finding a dryer area, he slowly tucked his legs underneath him. The cool, damp moss tickled his stomach, but it provided a comfortable bed for the night. Turning his iridescent blue eyes to the night sky, he watched the full moon hang in the sky. It cast a bright glow upon the land, illuminating the mist and giving a ghostly attribute. Adair watched as a faint shooting star arched its way across the sky before laying his head down and closing his eyes...
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It was mid morning of the next day when Adair was startled by a peculiar noise. He had gotten up with the sunrise that morning, and had absentmindedly wandered the bayou for several hours. Now, he heard a sound that he may have mistaken for thunder had the sky not been a clear, azure blue. The noise pricked Adair's interest, and he curiously listened and tried to make out the direction it was coming from. It seemed to be getting closer. Adair was suddenly struck by surprise as a red roan mare barreled out of the foliage on a hill, and slid to a stop. Not before hitting Adair head on, though. He braced himself for the impact, and the mare's horns connected, delivering each an unwelcome jolt.
"I'm so sorry," the mare apologized as she began to untangle their horns. Her green eyes shown brightly underneath a lock of curly red hair, and her red and white splotched sides heaved with every breath. Between her voice and eyes, Adair found himself with a strange feeling that he knew this mare...
"Zahara?" he asked in near disbelief, finally making the connection.
The mare looked up suddenly in surprise, cocking her head to the side. "Adair?" she asked incredulously.
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