[midnight133]

Username:
SpartanAmethyst

Your favourite thing about her:
Easily her horns. I absolutely love the white spots you made on them, to where they resemble the night sky on a clear night. Those sold me.

Will you breed her?
Probably, if it becomes available and I find her a suitable mate~
Definitely breeding her! I was stupid and missed the Breeding thread XD
She'd be paired with my stallion Orion <3

Bayou Kelpie name:
Zona
Latin word meaning "girdle".
"Zona" is also the name of the three stars that make up the belt of the constellation Orion.

Bayou Kelpie age:
3 1/2 years

Bayou Kelpie Height:
15hh

Any thing else?
Art:
Will definitely make art if I have the time <3

Poem:
I'll edit if I get an idea worth anything. *Artist, not a poet XD*

Song:
Her theme is "Show Me What I'm Looking For" by Carolina Liar. [link]

For her and Orion, it would be "I'm Not the One" by 3OH!3. [link]

Story:
Zona had never been perfect. No matter what the elders said, she just hadn't been.

The young mare walked with her head low, keeping to the bushes around the area where the others grazed contentedly. She looked at their perfect, long horns, and the way that they were able to use them so easily. One of the mares tilted their head back to soothe an itch, and Zona felt another pang of sadness. It was difficult for her to do anything like that without either hurting her neck or over compensating for her stunted left horn.

Now? Now it was well known. Her imperfections could now be seen. As if she hadn't had enough trouble before this.
"Hey Brokenhorn, why don't you go ask mommy how perfect you aren't?"
"How many of the herd have you sucked up to?"

She could still hear their voices taunting her.

Whipping away, Zona took off into the underbrush. Her heavy hoofbeats were muffled by the soggy marsh, her ears pinning back as her red eyes quickly adjusted to the falling darkness. She galloped until she hit the cliffs, easily climbing onto her favorite miniature peak. She slid to a halt and reared, just in time to see the last rays of sunlight disappear beyond the horizon. Her breathing slowed quickly, her muscles slowly relaxing as only silence filled the air around her.

Hours passed, Zona just watching the stars as they shifted across the sky. Finally she noticed the sun was rising behind her; another sleepless night. That made three in a row. Turning back, she finally began to trudge her way back to the small herd. But as she made it there, the taunting began again.

"Brokenhorn is back! Hey, have an itch?" How could someone so beautiful be such a horrible Kelpie? Zona's ears pinned back as she turned to look at the white horse; she was the most beautiful in the herd. Well, or so it was said. Her snow-colored coat was always clean and bright, and her curly mane fell elegantly around her neck, but she had always been second to Zona in the eyes of the stallions. And Zona had never really done anything to be put in first. Because of that, the white mare made every day a living nightmare for Zona. And standing beside her? The stallion she had always liked.

"Leave her alone, Deya," he piped up.

"But Orion, baby," she pouted. It had been rumored that Orion had taken Deya to be his mate. I figured that was true, Zona thought bitterly, moving towards the river. But, to her surprise, Orion left Deya to follow the appaloosa-marked mare to the water's edge.

"Ignore Deya. She's just jealous," he said.

"Why don't you go on back to your mate? I'm sure she'd love to rub that in my face, too."

"Mate? Who, Deya?" Orion laughed honestly, and Zona looked up at him in confusion. "Deya isn't my mate. She likes to think I'm hers, but I won't fall for her trickery," he said, tail swatting a fly.

"Y-you're not?" She stuttered, embarrassed that she had believed that rumor and told the apparent bachelor.

"Of course not," he grinned charmingly. "Besides, even if I was, why would she rub it in your face?" Zona didn't answer. "Is it because you like me, or because you like me?" He teased, nipping her mane. She gave a tiny rear in protest, but couldn't help but smile. "I see that smile," he said, giving a small laugh as he took a drink from the crystal waters.

"So," she said sheepishly. "How did you know?"

"I've seen you staring," he said coolly, wiping the excess water on his knee. "Like the time I was sparring with the dark stallion, the one that had been hanging out with Deya. I caught glimpses of you staring at me, and you looked quite happy in the endeavor." If she could've blushed, then Zona's cheeks would have been bright red. "It's alright though," Orion said quickly. He pressed his shoulder against hers. "I like having your attention."

Zona smiled. "Is that you suggesting something?" She teased, having a moment of unnatural bravery.

"Only if you'll have me," he touched noses with her, smiling softly instead of his typical boyish grin.

Zona returned the gesture of affection eagerly. "I would love to have you as my mate," she whispered, hoping desperately that all of this really was real, because if it wasn't, she'd probably die from heartbreak. She nuzzled him again, ignoring the shocked gasp of another mare behind them before her white form stomped off, showing how bad tempered she surely could be.

"I do have one question, though," he murmured.

"Hm?" Zona sighed happily.

"What did happen to your horn? I heard quite a few rumors, but nothing ever concrete."

Zona sighed unhappily, looking up at him. "Deya broke it. Well, not so much her as the dark stallion. She was tired of hearing so much about me and how 'perfect' I was that she conned him into attacking me. I had three bite marks and my horn was broken. The bites healed, but you can't regrow a horn," she murmured sadly. "Ever since then that's all they've focused on is making me feel like I was some sort of freak for my injury."

Orion gave a small laugh. "A freak? My sire didn't have any horns! Now he was a freak, but my mother loved him just the same."

"He didn't?" Zona asked.

"Naw. It was some sort of rare disorder where the horns didn't grow when he hit adolescence. It wasn't genetic or anything, it was just he was born with a calcium deficiency or something. The winter had been harsh and the spring came late. But anyways, the horn doesn't matter to me," he crooned, nuzzling her again. "It only makes you unique."

Zona smiled; At least one thing had worked out for her. And now, with Orion by her side, she had a feeling that the rest of her luck would change too.

What do you think the marking on the nose is?:
It looks like an apron face.

Funny Image:

I found this one quite funny ^3^

[Amethysts]

This its wip. I can't do this on my phone very well.

Username:
Rainbow Outcast
Your favourite thing about her:
Her half horn & especially her coat. Just simple but yet beautiful.
Will you breed her?
Most definite.
Bayou Kelpie name:
Cynthia.
Bayou Kelpie age:
4.5 years.
Bayou Kelpie Height:
15hh.
Any thing else? Art, Poem, Song ect:
Never Shout Never - Did It Hurt?

[G.L'S]

Username: G.L'S
Your favourite thing about her: I love black blankets! I used to ride one named Toledo.
Will you breed her? if she finds a mate.
Bayou Kelpie name: Skipper
Bayou Kelpie age: 3
Bayou Kelpie Height: 15hh
Anything Else?

One morning the sun didn't seem to rise,
So skipper awoke to a surprise.
She blinked in the dark
But heard a Lark
So she searched for the bird that lies.

She wandered through the thickening bog,
Growing lost further through the fog.
she saw no dawn or red.
Was the daylight dead?
For it's absence was keened by a frog.

These sounds swirled through Skipper's mind,
As she looked for the day she could not find.
She swung her head round,
And got her horns bound
In the canopy vines in a bind.

Skipper snorted as she found herself stuck,
And squealed while sinking in muck.
She struggled as the day awoke,
And heard a crack as her horn broke,
Just in time for a rooster cluck.

[LEAVING-]

[/center]Username: ~bushy~
Your favourite thing about her: her beautiful design
Will you breed her? possibly
Bayou Kelpie name:kitara
Bayou Kelpie age:5
Bayou Kelpie Height: 15hh
Any thing else? Art, Poem, Song ect:nope(maybe)
Story:

What do you think the marking on the noses is?:
(Optional, amusing pic):
[b]wip[/b]

[Manx]

[/center]Username:
Your favourite thing about her:
Will you breed her?
Bayou Kelpie name:
Bayou Kelpie age:
Bayou Kelpie Height: 15hh
Any thing else? Art, Poem, Song ect:
Story:

What do you think the marking on the noses is?:
(Optional, amusing pic):

Wip ^^

[jillybean711]

[/center]Username: jillybean711
Your favourite thing about her:her broken horn
Will you breed her? no.
Bayou Kelpie name: Bella(Means Beautiful in french)
Bayou Kelpie age: 5
Bayou Kelpie Height: 15hh
Any thing else? Art, Poem, Song ect: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IpaK3DQDX2E
Story:
Bella walked around in her herd happily. She walked into the dark forest with her best friend Marly. Marly and Bella talked with glee,Until a evil stallion appered. He lunged at Marly.There was a painful nicker then it was too late Marly was gone.So was the stallion. she sat next to her friend. Crying. Bella was covered with Marly's blood but didn't care.She wept.She heard hoofsteps behind her. She gasped and looked up. Seeing the lead stallion of her herd. He was very unhappy.
"What did you do?"
"I didn-"
The stallion then lunged at Bella he tackled her and put his hoof on her neck. He put a hoof on her horn.a put all his weight on it. it broke off. He grabed it with his teeth and tried to stab her with it.She dodged and managed to get free. she ran away crying.She never looked back.But before she knew it her other best friend Dari followed her. Witch will soon be her boyfriend.
What do you think the marking on the noses is?: a hawk eagle type thingy
(Optional, amusing pic):
This is a picture of my dad's horse. XD

[blackhoeses]

Username: Blackhoeses
Your favourite thing about her: Her coloration with those gorgeous red eyes
Will you breed her?
Yes, for others since she will be my 4th Bk and I want to share the BK's with others
Bayou Kelpie name: Ruby Moon
Bayou Kelpie age: 6
Bayou Kelpie Height: 15hh
Any thing else? Art, Poem, Song ect:
May try and do some art for this forum today if I have time, if not will spoil her later
Story:
Ruby Moon was born under a red moon, both her birth and the moon heralding a once in a lifetime storm. Grown up she always knew when a storm was coming, a felling would come deep in her bones. All the kelpies in her herd learned to listen when she said there was a storm coming. She became a deeply respected member of the herd for her uncanny ability to predict storms and there ferocity.

One evening Ruby got such a deep ache in her bones that she knew a devastating storm was coming. She warned all the Kelpies in the herd about the approaching storm and that they should move to higher ground. A few of the newer members of the herd scoffed at her warning. And were quickly set straight by older members of the herd. But well the herd was moving to higher ground a young pregnant mare slipped away. The young mare wanted privacy for this special moment that was coming and why should she listen to some superstitious old mare. For this young mare had only been with the herd for a month or so and she had yet to see Ruby's predictions come true. So the young mare head to a stand of willow she had scouted out for the place to bring her new foal in to the world.

As the herd reached the top of the highest ground in there territory, the lead mare started a head count. The lead mare soon realized that one of there newest members a young pregnant mare was missing. The lead mare quickly went to Ruby wanting to know how long before the storm would hit. Upon hearing that it would be a very short time she sent out search party's. Ruby volunteered to go the farthest out as she would have a little more warning of when it would be unsafe to continue the search.

After an hour or so a soft rain began to fall making the path the herd had fallowed harder to see. Ruby began to trot, knowing that she only had a short time to find the young mare. Ruby mad it to the place where the herd had started and shook her head in frustration. She turned back the way she had come moving as quickly as she dared, while still scanning the path for sings. Suddenly a large branch broke form a tree in front of her. Ruby reared up in startlemnt and turned to her right, when Ruby had calmed down a bit she noticed that a little bit further on the grass was bent to the right of the path where some one had left it. She quickly trotted down this new trail, spotting a tuft of hair here and a hoof print there. She prayed that she would reach the young mare in time.

The young mare was laying on her side in the stand of willows, working hard on bringing a new life in to the world. Not paying any attention to her surroundings and in doing so missing the wind and rain picking up in there intensity. Soon the new little filly was born and as the young mare began to clean her new baby. She slowly became aware of the raging storm and just as she beginning to start to worry that maybe splinting from the herd was not such a good idea. Ruby burst in to the willow stand and started to shout at the young mare. Upon noticing the newest member of the herd she dipped her noise to welcome to trembling baby.

Looking back up at the young mare Ruby tried to diced what to do, as it was unlikely that the three of them would make it back to the high ground before the worst of the storm came. Ruby glaceed around the willow stand and diced that although it was keeping them dry now it was not going to be enough. Ruby gave a start as she relived that this particular bunch of willows was by a cave that the herd some times used. And the cave as on slightly higher ground, not as high as she would like but maybe just enough to keep them safe. She told the young mare to fallow her and the mad there way to the cave as fast as the baby could go.

They finally reached the cave by this point the wind had started taring up trees and the rain felt more like hail. The only had one more obstetrical in there way. What had once been a nice shallow river crossing that barley came up to the knees of the full grown kelpie's was now a raging branch filled river. Ruby looked at the little shivering filly and her mother and knew that they had to get out of the rain soon. Ruby diced they had to cross the river some way, she and the young mare talked about it. And finally diced the best thing to do was get the baby up on her mothers back and Ruby would act as a blocker keeping the branches away from the pair. As the started across the river it was tough going but doable, as the reached a little past the half way point. As giant branch or maybe it was a small tree came hurtling at them. Ruby sent out a warning neigh telling the young mare to swim as hard as she could. They swam as fast as they could there legs churning up the already muddy water making it look like a giant cloud of mud.

Ruby could tell there was now way they were going to be able to out swim it, so she turned towards the log and swam at it with her horns lowered. Upon reaching the log she gamed her horns in to the log swimming as hard as she could trying to slow and turn the log. Ruby managed to make enough that the young mare and her filly made it to the shallows safely away from the raging river. Ruby tried to shake free of the log but her one horns were stuck fast. She began to panic kicking out as best she could trying to free herself. Suddenly the log crashed in to a large rock, the tree was pulled way form Ruby and her horn finally came free. Ruby struck out for shore and made her way back to the other two. As the three of them entered the cave the little filly turned to Ruby and asked why she had taken off part of her head. Ruby gave a loud snort and looked to the young mare, whose eyes had widened. The young mother turned to her daughter and said "Dear one those are called horns, and Ruby gave part of her horn so that way you could grow up to be a big strong Kelpie." Ruby felt the sting of tears at these words, but she would do it all over again. A new life was much more important then any horn.

And that is how Ruby Moon lost part of her horn and how any time she feels sad or fearful. She just remembers that night and the young life she saved.

What do you think the marking on the noses is?:
Diamond
(Optional, amusing pic):
http://sphotos-a.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-p ... 0601_n.jpg

[SpartanAmethyst]

Username:
SpartanAmethyst

Your favourite thing about her:
Easily her horns. I absolutely love the white spots you made on them, to where they resemble the night sky on a clear night. Those sold me.

Will you breed her?
Probably, if it becomes available and I find her a suitable mate~
Definitely breeding her! I was stupid and missed the Breeding thread XD
She'd be paired with my stallion Orion <3

Bayou Kelpie name:
Zona
Latin word meaning "girdle".
"Zona" is also the name of the three stars that make up the belt of the constellation Orion.

Bayou Kelpie age:
3 1/2 years

Bayou Kelpie Height:
15hh

Any thing else?
Art:
Will definitely make art if I have the time <3

Poem:
I'll edit if I get an idea worth anything. *Artist, not a poet XD*

Song:
Her theme is "Show Me What I'm Looking For" by Carolina Liar. [link]

For her and Orion, it would be "I'm Not the One" by 3OH!3. [link]

Story:
Zona had never been perfect. No matter what the elders said, she just hadn't been.

The young mare walked with her head low, keeping to the bushes around the area where the others grazed contentedly. She looked at their perfect, long horns, and the way that they were able to use them so easily. One of the mares tilted their head back to soothe an itch, and Zona felt another pang of sadness. It was difficult for her to do anything like that without either hurting her neck or over compensating for her stunted left horn.

Now? Now it was well known. Her imperfections could now be seen. As if she hadn't had enough trouble before this.
"Hey Brokenhorn, why don't you go ask mommy how perfect you aren't?"
"How many of the herd have you sucked up to?"

She could still hear their voices taunting her.

Whipping away, Zona took off into the underbrush. Her heavy hoofbeats were muffled by the soggy marsh, her ears pinning back as her red eyes quickly adjusted to the falling darkness. She galloped until she hit the cliffs, easily climbing onto her favorite miniature peak. She slid to a halt and reared, just in time to see the last rays of sunlight disappear beyond the horizon. Her breathing slowed quickly, her muscles slowly relaxing as only silence filled the air around her.

Hours passed, Zona just watching the stars as they shifted across the sky. Finally she noticed the sun was rising behind her; another sleepless night. That made three in a row. Turning back, she finally began to trudge her way back to the small herd. But as she made it there, the taunting began again.

"Brokenhorn is back! Hey, have an itch?" How could someone so beautiful be such a horrible Kelpie? Zona's ears pinned back as she turned to look at the white horse; she was the most beautiful in the herd. Well, or so it was said. Her snow-colored coat was always clean and bright, and her curly mane fell elegantly around her neck, but she had always been second to Zona in the eyes of the stallions. And Zona had never really done anything to be put in first. Because of that, the white mare made every day a living nightmare for Zona. And standing beside her? The stallion she had always liked.

"Leave her alone, Deya," he piped up.

"But Orion, baby," she pouted. It had been rumored that Orion had taken Deya to be his mate. I figured that was true, Zona thought bitterly, moving towards the river. But, to her surprise, Orion left Deya to follow the appaloosa-marked mare to the water's edge.

"Ignore Deya. She's just jealous," he said.

"Why don't you go on back to your mate? I'm sure she'd love to rub that in my face, too."

"Mate? Who, Deya?" Orion laughed honestly, and Zona looked up at him in confusion. "Deya isn't my mate. She likes to think I'm hers, but I won't fall for her trickery," he said, tail swatting a fly.

"Y-you're not?" She stuttered, embarrassed that she had believed that rumor and told the apparent bachelor.

"Of course not," he grinned charmingly. "Besides, even if I was, why would she rub it in your face?" Zona didn't answer. "Is it because you like me, or because you like me?" He teased, nipping her mane. She gave a tiny rear in protest, but couldn't help but smile. "I see that smile," he said, giving a small laugh as he took a drink from the crystal waters.

"So," she said sheepishly. "How did you know?"

"I've seen you staring," he said coolly, wiping the excess water on his knee. "Like the time I was sparring with the dark stallion, the one that had been hanging out with Deya. I caught glimpses of you staring at me, and you looked quite happy in the endeavor." If she could've blushed, then Zona's cheeks would have been bright red. "It's alright though," Orion said quickly. He pressed his shoulder against hers. "I like having your attention."

Zona smiled. "Is that you suggesting something?" She teased, having a moment of unnatural bravery.

"Only if you'll have me," he touched noses with her, smiling softly instead of his typical boyish grin.

Zona returned the gesture of affection eagerly. "I would love to have you as my mate," she whispered, hoping desperately that all of this really was real, because if it wasn't, she'd probably die from heartbreak. She nuzzled him again, ignoring the shocked gasp of another mare behind them before her white form stomped off, showing how bad tempered she surely could be.

"I do have one question, though," he murmured.

"Hm?" Zona sighed happily.

"What did happen to your horn? I heard quite a few rumors, but nothing ever concrete."

Zona sighed unhappily, looking up at him. "Deya broke it. Well, not so much her as the dark stallion. She was tired of hearing so much about me and how 'perfect' I was that she conned him into attacking me. I had three bite marks and my horn was broken. The bites healed, but you can't regrow a horn," she murmured sadly. "Ever since then that's all they've focused on is making me feel like I was some sort of freak for my injury."

Orion gave a small laugh. "A freak? My sire didn't have any horns! Now he was a freak, but my mother loved him just the same."

"He didn't?" Zona asked.

"Naw. It was some sort of rare disorder where the horns didn't grow when he hit adolescence. It wasn't genetic or anything, it was just he was born with a calcium deficiency or something. The winter had been harsh and the spring came late. But anyways, the horn doesn't matter to me," he crooned, nuzzling her again. "It only makes you unique."

Zona smiled; At least one thing had worked out for her. And now, with Orion by her side, she had a feeling that the rest of her luck would change too.

What do you think the marking on the nose is?:
It looks like an apron face.

Funny Image:

I found this one quite funny ^3^





BK SpartanAmethyst

[Sub•Zero]

[/center]Username: DarkShadowTale
Your favourite thing about her: I love the color of her fur, black I love black!
Will you breed her? Yes
Bayou Kelpie name: DarkFire
Bayou Kelpie age: 4 Yrs
Bayou Kelpie Height: 15hh
Any thing else? Art, Poem, Song ect: (story) The winter wind howled across the barren forest and the snow fluttered to the ground. In the shadow only a fant silloette of a horse appeared in the distance. She is the queen of darkness, a phantom of the night and not one soul can take her place. The mare rears at the coming sunrise and dissapears like a whisp of dawn.
Story: The dark mare thundered across the bitter winter forest, her eyes refused to decieve her, a puma leaped at her haunches but she returned a mighty kick back towards the hungery feline. The puma dared not aproach like that again so it quietly slunk back in the shadows, the mare grazed in victory but didn't hear it return. With a mighty fight the puma returned and latched on to the mare's back and aproached her throut with its fangs. The mare reared and fell backwards, wounding the cat. But not all victory her horn snapped and fell to the floor the mare weeped for her horn as the cat retreated. She unevenly stood and hobbled away to heal.

What do you think the marking on the noses is?: I say a star.
Don't have:

[SpartanAmethyst]

How long until this closes? I'm out right now but I need to finish my entry :3