[Poison]

To Adopt this girl, you must have no more than two WTEs.
Best form wins!

Minor WIP

Username:
Psixi
WTE Name:
Pigeon, called Pidge
WTE Age:
3 years old.
Gender:
Mare
Height:
14.6 hh
*Personality:
Pidge is very bright, with lots of energy and helpfulness. Yet she doesn't talk; being mute from birth. Sometimes she manages to give out noises that are recognizable as words, but she only does it with a lot of effort, and Pidge rarely bothers. She has a small opinion of others, and even though she's always willing to help them out, she rarely holds a lot of respect for anyone. She tags along with her herd-members sometimes, and she's determined with a stubborn streak. Pidge gets sarcasm and undercurrents in conversations very well, and is herself good at pointing out irony; not that it's a good trait, mind you.

Pidge can be bratty, but only when she wants to be. She's a good actor, being very childish on the outside but with a strange sense of maturity inside. Yet she also have certain child-like elements despite how she's grown-up. She's very quiet, and her face is almost motionless a lot of the time. But she isn't afraid to slip her mask off at times; then she's eye-rolling, mouthing along, and miming away, then smirking with satisfaction at her ability to crack others up.

Life is a joke- and Pidge gets it.

*Story:

A dewdrop slip off the high leaf, flying towards the ground and then bursting.

A second, silent shadow followed the two mares as they walked through the dark, dusk-ridden forest. Faint rays of light lit up patches of mist, revealing their eerie dance. One could almost fancy seeing vapors rise from the ground. Covered in the shroud of night, one could not even make out their next step if they stood under a canopy of trees, and the mists had already claimed every patch of light. The three beings, as if on some unspoken cue, suddenly stopped.

"I don't fancy working in this tomorrow." admitted Aiofe mildly, observing the tendrils of darknesses and the towering shapes of thin, tall, spindly trees.

Pidge snorted, tossing her head up and rolling her eyes up as if beseeching the heavens.

"Well, alls well that ends well. I suppose." stated Arela, whipping her tail back and forth, smacking Pidge with it. "Don't be a drama queen, Pidge."

The tiny equine plopped down, looking at her friend with wide, innocent eyes. Aiofe chuckled. Pidge grinned, getting up. Her face suddenly took on a sly expression.

"Deennnk iz baaa ow?" The equine managed, then drew a quick sun in the dirt with three, swift movements. She nodded her head at the sun, and looked up for a second at her friends to make sure they were following. Then she indicated the darkness around them, glanced up again, and shook her head. She indicated the sun again, and forced out another word. "Fhog."

Both her friends took on looks of dismay. Arela sighed. "I don't even know which is worse."

Aiofe forced a smile. "They should name this the forest Place Where All are Blind." she suggested, her pretty multi-colored eyes twinkling.
Pidge smiled at Aiofe.

"Day or night." muttered Arela under her breath. Both her friends smirked.

Aiofe gazed around. "What are we doing here tomorrow anyway?"

Pidge sighed in exasperation at the path back. Arela also looked irritated. "Some genius at the herd thought he saw a jaguar. So now we have to be prepared to use this place as an escape route." The mare rolled her eyes. "Gunner thinks that the little colt just saw a passing snake or maybe equine, and so do I, but of course, where's the logic?" Arela gave a huge, exasperated sigh. "So now we're stuck here."

Aiofe frowned, narrowing her eyes. "Is there a chance of jaguar?"

Pidge shook her head, but Arela frowned at her. "Of course there is, Pidge. We went together to the sight, but the fact there was no smell of jaguar of jaguar fur doesn't mean anything. It's been raining-"

Pidge suddenly began nodding her head violently. She lifted up her hoof dramatically, then pressed it deeply into the ground, still wet from the showers.

Aiofe, who had been watching Pidge carefully, startled. "Oh! That's true. So, there weren't any jaguar tracks, right? That's why you're so sure, Pidge!"

Arela frowned, tossing her mane and looking at Pidge slightly puzzled but thoughtful.

*Likes:

Being Appreciated.
Silence. (Reflecting or companionable (Yes; that's a word. X3))
Drizzles [of rain].
Dusk.
Birds; the smaller the better. She sort-of thinks of the bigger species as bullies. There are many exceptions, however; for instance owls.
Music; if she was a human kid, she'd like folk and renaissance pop the best.
Jokes and good humor.

*Dislikes:

Jokes that lack wit or intelligence.
Overly loud and merry individuals.
The sound of hooves grinding against wet stones.
Bossy adults.
Cicadas.
Flies.

**Best friend on CS:

Aiofe used with permission from Lucky Strike <3.


Arela used with permission from SpartanAmethyst.


*Art:

*Other: I guess she's almost sort of based off of Lupus from Roman Mysteries, maybe also a bit like Wex from Game of Thrones. (He's a minor character; mute but clever, especially for his age)
Genes: Black Base: AA=Roan, Aa=Striped

[Hobbit Geek]

Username:
Hobbit Geek
WTE Name:
Eleonora
(Nickname:
Elora
Origin:
Arabic
Meaning:
God is my light)
WTE Age:
4 years
Gender:
Mare
Height:
14.6 hh
*Personality:
She is warm and lovable, almost impossible to stay mad at. She loves nature and prefers spending her time in the gardens than in the city. She, surprisingly enough, can get very angry at some whiptails, but only if they hurt her friends
She is sweet , kind and understanding. She is stubborn though is a great friend if you get to know her
*Story:
How we met (story about three whiptails..)

Elora, a beautiful two month old whiptail foal, walked with her mother and herd. It was her favorite time of the year, winter. She was able to play in the snow while breathing in the cold fresh air. She was the favorite in the herd, being cute an all but one day she noticed no one was paying any attention to her. They all stood watching a mare who was laying on the cold snowy ground, her belly was larger then most mares and Elora always thought it was because she ate more, which was part of the truth.

About an hour or so later Elora noticed some of the horses walked to the mare, eyes seeming to be sad and filled with grief. Eora walked over and saw with shock that the mare was dead, "mommy, what happened?" She asked turning to her mother. "Layla died of child birth" her mother said sadly. Elora looked back and finally noticed a foal by the dead mare. Many horses gathered around the foal, "out of the way" Damien, the lead stallion said as he pushed himself through the group of horses, his eyes softened as he saw the foal but they filled with grief as he saw the dead mare "Layla, my dear love!" He called out laying beside her, nuzzling her muzzle as if that would wake her from a deep sleep.

Elora watched as he grieved for his dead mate. He then stood and turned to the foal, "your name will be Eleadora, for it means gift of the sun" he said, Elora saw something in his eyes but it left a moment later and Elora let it pass.

Two years later the two best of friends, Elora and Eleadora were grazing together when Eleadora jumped "ow!" She and Elora turned to see Damien looking at them with teeth bared and ears pulled back. "Why did you do that?" Elora demanded, glaring at him. But he kept his gaze on Eleadora, "it is time for you to leave" he said with a snort. "I will not leave my family!" Eleadora said pulling her ears back. "You will leave now!" Damien said as he nipped her flank. "If she goes I go with her!" Elora said standing between Damien and his daughter, "fine" Damien snorted and quickly reached out to nip her, but got pushed back by another whiptail "mother" Elora said with surprise as she realized who the whiptail was. "You always hated her" mayla said to Damien. "She killed my mate!" He said pushing back once he got over the shock.

Eleadora watched her father with sadness in her eyes, "I never meant to kill mom" she said before turning and bolting, tears streaming down her cheeks, "you are heartless, you did not deserve Layla, you did not deserve my sister!" Mayla said pushing Damien harder. That was all Elora heard before she raced after Eleadora. "He's right, I never should have been born!" Eleadora said, still crying. "No Eleadora, you were born for a reason even if that killed your mother but it was not your fault." Elora told her, Eleadora looked at Elora "really?" She said. "Of course" Elora said pressing her muzzle against her cheek.

So from that day forward they lived by themselves, no herd, no stallion just them two. Though from time to time they would meet a stallion trying to start a herd but only one impressed them enough for them to agree to join. His name was Attumn leaves, he was a handsome brown and white Tobino stallion, very tall and walked around proudly. He soon became Elora's mate and Eleadora became lead mare, knowing the safest paths better then Elora did..
The end
*Likes:
ice cream
Water
Night time
Moon
Sky
*Dislikes:
hot weather
Fire
The color red
Clouds
Some birds
**Best friend on CS:
Eleadora

Autumn Leaves

*Art:
two friends, face shot
two friends, full body
herd members
mates for life
*Other:
She is amazing and is a once in a lifetime whiptail. I would be honored to own her and I would take great care of her
Genes: Black Base: AA=Roan, Aa=Striped

[Gà.]

.: Username :.
Ga.
.: Name :.
Venus
.: Age :.
6 years
.: Gender :.
Mare
.: Height :.
14.6 hh
.: Personality :.
Shes shy, laid back, tends to just like to chat. She loves spring, and everything associated with it. Her favorite part has to be how sweet the flowers are. Shes kind hearted, often over-empathizing, blaming stuff on herself. She hates conflicts, and can get her feelings hurt easily.
.: Story :.
Wip
.: Likes :.
~ Flowers
~ Spring
~ Stories
~ Love
~ Others
.: Dislikes :.
~ Mechanical stuff
~ Dogs
~ Cold Weather
~ Loud Noises
.: Best friend :.

Cearnaigh
.: Art :.
wip
.: Story :.
wip
.: Other :.
Shes very cute :3
.: Genes :.
Black Base: AA=Roan, Aa=Striped

WIP

[starfred24]

Username: starfred24
WTE Name: streak
WTE Age: 3 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.6 hh
*Personality: streak is loyal and kind, she will stand up for what she believes in.
*Story: I was an equine that travelled alone. I didn't have any friends but one day when I was walking across the plains everything changed. I was happily grazing when I heard hoofsteps drawing nearer and nearer. I looked around and saw a handsome young stallion galloping towards me. ""H-h-hello can I-I help you?" I stammered.
"Hello, I'm looking for a friend and you could be just the person!" He said cheerfully. I went up and sniffed him. He had no other equine-smell. Three months later they were already the best of friends and were nuzzling each other affectionately.
*likes: Ayato, flowers, grass and trees
*Dislikes: cheese, rabbits and tomatoes
**Best friend on CS: it's at the bottom
*Art: will do
*Other: OMG this is soooooo cute!
Genes: Black Base: AA=Roan, Aa=Striped

[Psixi]

Minor WIP

Username:
Psixi
WTE Name:
Pigeon, called Pidge
WTE Age:
3 years old.
Gender:
Mare
Height:
14.6 hh
*Personality:
Pidge is very bright, with lots of energy and helpfulness. Yet she doesn't talk; being mute from birth. Sometimes she manages to give out noises that are recognizable as words, but she only does it with a lot of effort, and Pidge rarely bothers. She has a small opinion of others, and even though she's always willing to help them out, she rarely holds a lot of respect for anyone. She tags along with her herd-members sometimes, and she's determined with a stubborn streak. Pidge gets sarcasm and undercurrents in conversations very well, and is herself good at pointing out irony; not that it's a good trait, mind you.

Pidge can be bratty, but only when she wants to be. She's a good actor, being very childish on the outside but with a strange sense of maturity inside. Yet she also have certain child-like elements despite how she's grown-up. She's very quiet, and her face is almost motionless a lot of the time. But she isn't afraid to slip her mask off at times; then she's eye-rolling, mouthing along, and miming away, then smirking with satisfaction at her ability to crack others up.

Life is a joke- and Pidge gets it.

*Story:

A dewdrop slip off the high leaf, flying towards the ground and then bursting.

A second, silent shadow followed the two mares as they walked through the dark, dusk-ridden forest. Faint rays of light lit up patches of mist, revealing their eerie dance. One could almost fancy seeing vapors rise from the ground. Covered in the shroud of night, one could not even make out their next step if they stood under a canopy of trees, and the mists had already claimed every patch of light. The three beings, as if on some unspoken cue, suddenly stopped.

"I don't fancy working in this tomorrow." admitted Aiofe mildly, observing the tendrils of darknesses and the towering shapes of thin, tall, spindly trees.

Pidge snorted, tossing her head up and rolling her eyes up as if beseeching the heavens.

"Well, alls well that ends well. I suppose." stated Arela, whipping her tail back and forth, smacking Pidge with it. "Don't be a drama queen, Pidge."

The tiny equine plopped down, looking at her friend with wide, innocent eyes. Aiofe chuckled. Pidge grinned, getting up. Her face suddenly took on a sly expression.

"Deennnk iz baaa ow?" The equine managed, then drew a quick sun in the dirt with three, swift movements. She nodded her head at the sun, and looked up for a second at her friends to make sure they were following. Then she indicated the darkness around them, glanced up again, and shook her head. She indicated the sun again, and forced out another word. "Fhog."

Both her friends took on looks of dismay. Arela sighed. "I don't even know which is worse."

Aiofe forced a smile. "They should name this the forest Place Where All are Blind." she suggested, her pretty multi-colored eyes twinkling.
Pidge smiled at Aiofe.

"Day or night." muttered Arela under her breath. Both her friends smirked.

Aiofe gazed around. "What are we doing here tomorrow anyway?"

Pidge sighed in exasperation at the path back. Arela also looked irritated. "Some genius at the herd thought he saw a jaguar. So now we have to be prepared to use this place as an escape route." The mare rolled her eyes. "Gunner thinks that the little colt just saw a passing snake or maybe equine, and so do I, but of course, where's the logic?" Arela gave a huge, exasperated sigh. "So now we're stuck here."

Aiofe frowned, narrowing her eyes. "Is there a chance of jaguar?"

Pidge shook her head, but Arela frowned at her. "Of course there is, Pidge. We went together to the sight, but the fact there was no smell of jaguar of jaguar fur doesn't mean anything. It's been raining-"

Pidge suddenly began nodding her head violently. She lifted up her hoof dramatically, then pressed it deeply into the ground, still wet from the showers.

Aiofe, who had been watching Pidge carefully, startled. "Oh! That's true. So, there weren't any jaguar tracks, right? That's why you're so sure, Pidge!"

Arela frowned, tossing her mane and looking at Pidge slightly puzzled but thoughtful.

*Likes:

Being Appreciated.
Silence. (Reflecting or companionable (Yes; that's a word. X3))
Drizzles [of rain].
Dusk.
Birds; the smaller the better. She sort-of thinks of the bigger species as bullies. There are many exceptions, however; for instance owls.
Music; if she was a human kid, she'd like folk and renaissance pop the best.
Jokes and good humor.

*Dislikes:

Jokes that lack wit or intelligence.
Overly loud and merry individuals.
The sound of hooves grinding against wet stones.
Bossy adults.
Cicadas.
Flies.

**Best friend on CS:

Aiofe used with permission from Lucky Strike <3.


Arela used with permission from SpartanAmethyst.


*Art:

*Other: I guess she's almost sort of based off of Lupus from Roman Mysteries, maybe also a bit like Wex from Game of Thrones. (He's a minor character; mute but clever, especially for his age)
Genes: Black Base: AA=Roan, Aa=Striped

[Poison]

Looking good so far

[baaer]

Username: l o n c x
WTE Name: Caeruleus. Leus (Le-Ous) For short.
WTE Age: 2 and a half years.
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.6 hh
*Personality: Leus is WTE who likes to hang out, but get frightened easily. She cares for others, but it leads her into trouble. This makes the other WTE's think she is a rebel. Leus carries it on to make the tough girl act.
*Story: The sky, an electric blue. The darkening sky, showing the sun no mercy for it's pathetic rays to bring light to the cruel, unforgiving world. The bleak rain shot down from the sky. The lucid lighting was white with feverent heat. (I kinda described her. I can actually make it a story if you wantxD)
*Likes: Water, Snow, Ice and Trees.
*Dislikes: Bees, Flies, Ticks and sharp things.
**Best friend on CS:Sabin
*Art:
*Other: Could I do a few pieces of art?
Genes: Black Base: AA=Roan, Aa=Striped

[Poison]

*Other: Could I do a few pieces of art?

Sure, you can do as much of anything as you would like

[o s h u n]

ᗩᕍᘎᖇᘉᗩ

Username:

o s h u n

WTE Name:

Adurna

WTE Age:

Young adult; 5 y/o

Gender:

Mare

Height:

14.6 hh

Personality:

Adurna (The Ancient Language title for Water) Is a wild young horse with no real life goals. Her reckless nature and apparent thirst for trouble make her difficult to be around. Having no known family members has left Adurna fending for herself most of the time, however (if I win her♥) she plans on teaming up with Gauner, a WTE stallion, and roaming with him. perhaps to even start a herd. While she can be wild, Adurna is a very intelligent mare who fears commitment, she is so used to the loner life that being around others makes her nervous.

Story:

Shadows stretched deadened fingers across the forest floor, frost still clinging to the edges of the grass. The sun shot vertical bars of golden light on the mares dusky hide, catching the blue and red in her coat and throwing back a rich glow. The mare let out a snort, shaking dew from her whiskers and feet. Without much apparent thought the mare began to ramble out of the forests edge, her muzzle lowering to snatch at grass as she went. Her round and glossy body resembled a shining and rippling boulder, out of place against the muted earth tones. The mares rich emerald eyes searched the distance for signs of danger, and finding none the lone mare began to graze, her long tail swatting the occasional pest as the sun rose, drawing the moisture from her thinning pelt, summer was beginning to touch the valley. As the morning stretched on uninterrupted the mare found herself growing restless. It was time to do something fun. Without warning the mare exploded into a gallop that tore the ground apart and dent clumps of sod flying over her back. With a wicked kick and snort the mare turned toward a sort of rocky foothill, feeling the need to let the wind fill her ears. Only some other equid was there. His brown and white paint hide shining brilliantly in the sun as he ascended the pile of loose rocks. The mare slammed her rump down and slid to a stop, sending a shower of stones down to the stallion, who squealed in disgust. Slowly they took eachother in. Shock and curiosity burning in both of their well filled bellies. Little did they know that after today, they would scarcely ever be apart.

Likes:
Playing in water |Running | Rolling in wet grass | Napping in the sun | Potatoes | Kicking things

Dislikes:
Snakes | Most Stallions | Rude Foals | "Herd" Mares

Best friend on CS:
Any one on my friends list :3

Other:
My Other WTE can be viewed in my signature, his name is Gauner :3
Here is my 'Dressed up' pet, who isnt really dressed XD

Pet's name: Draufgänger
I love Halloween and I am always using the Halloween wallpaper

Art:



Genes:
Black Base: AA=Roan, Aa=Striped

This post is: Finished <3

[Hemalily]

Username:
Gandalf the Grey
WTE Name:
Eyela
WTE Age:
6 Years Old
Gender:
Mare
Height:
14.6 hh
*Personality:
Eyela is a gentle, but persistent mare. If she want something, she gets it. Some see her as rude, but she is just overly curious. She is very loyal and would never hurt a friend. She is intelligent and loves learning. She likes hanging out, and just sleeping, but she also loves finding new places. She dislikes stuck-up WTEs and often ignores them. She is a very opinionated mare, and get into arguments easily. She is very good at keeping secrets, something that she is very proud of.
*Story:
Eyela strolled up to Taysa, flicking her tail back and forth. Taysa was a bit new to the herd and seemed unusually shy. Eyela was determined to learn about this new girl. She whinnied in greeting and then said "Welcome, I'm Eyela, at your service. Taysa recoiled like she'd been stung. "Hi" she mumbled out quietly. Eyela cocked her head and nickered. "Would you like me to give you a tour?" Eyela prompted gently. Taysa shook her head and turned away. Eyela just followed her and got closer, "Didn't you parents teach you manners?" she joked "You're supposed to go with strangers." Taysa nickered gently and turned back. Eyela took this as encouragement and tried again. "You want to come?" the curious mare asked." Taysa quivered for a moment, hovering between choices. She then nodded and whispered "Sure" Eyela let out a loud neigh of triumph and turned to show her the way to a small stream and waterfall. Eyela and Taysa made many memories after this encounter and soon became good friends.
*Likes:
Waterfalls, quiet, friends, learning, secrets.
*Dislikes:
Snotty WTEs, scaredy-cats(Unless it's Taysa), secretive WTEs(Besides herself), snow.
**Best friend on CS:
Taysa

*Art:
If I did, it would be traditional, so probably not.
*Other:
She is beautiful, and I love her coat. I would be honored to own her.
Genes: Black Base: AA=Roan, Aa=Striped