[Penultima]

I'll be gone all of next week, so here's one more for you all before I go <3

To try out to win him, give him a unique name, personality, and fill out the rest of the form. Feel free to add any extras and pretty up your form. (I want effort put in for this guy :3) I will choose my favorite as the winner.

Username: .better version.

Name:
Priamos, an ancient Greek name meaning "exceptionally courageous."
I chose it because he has a brave personality and won't hesitate to step up, I also chose it because of his markings and my story. His markings are very bold and are a lot like a symbol of bravery to me.

Age:
He is ten years of age.

Personality:
→Stony-Daring-Brave-Quiet-Lost-Heroic←

Priamos is a boy that seems a bit lost; waiting patiently for something or someone. He's stony and silent, and is a little withdrawn from life.
Mind you, Priamos has a little personality unique to himself under his tough outer layer. He's bold and courageous; but not so absent-mindedly courageous he gets himself into trouble. Priamos is a smart boy, and stops and visually thinks things over before he does it. He has a concealed soft side for foals, and watched them kindly from secluded spots in the trees; making sure they don't run off or get hurt, but he never interacts with them or their mothers. Priamos is typically seen standing on the same ridge morning and evening; gazing at the clouds in the distance like he is waiting for someone. He seems lost most of the time, and doesn't really intereact with very many others.

History
Priamos's history is vague and a bit of a touchy subject. To his luck, when he was barely just old enough to eat vegetation, his mother vanished. Lost and confused, he managed to make it do adulthood, but just barely. His quick-wits and taking time to stop and assess the situation saved him most of the time, but yet, he still barely made it. Since then, his lost-man personality broke through completely. From the lack of mothering, or the sudden disappearance of her, no one but him will know.

Story:
The rain thrummed down onto the ground, sending up drops of mud into the air. The air, so hot just a bit ago, was moist and chilly. Mud seemed to stick to everything, and the rain was coming down so fast little trickles of water carved into the ground like minature rivers.
Shuddering against Priamos's side was a tiny, muddy and wet foal, her little tail flicking nervously. Priamos turned his head and nosed her closer into the cover of the trees before lifting his head. The stallion's ears swiveled forward, and he returned to watching the fat rain drops smack against the wet ground.
It seemed like just a bit ago he was standing on a clear ridge, watching the dark thunderheads roll in. The air had been humid and hot; but an icy breeze had been hitting him in the side, bringing with it relief from the damp heat. And now, well now he was standing under the thick shelter of trees with this little lost foal. How he got here was a story in itself.

The first few cold drops of rain hurtling down from the angry clouds felt great. It brought relief from the stale, hot air and the musty, sticky humidity. The thunderheads above were a dark, menacing gray, and an observer could easily tell the wind up high was fast; the clouds were roiling and churning. Bits of light flashed in between gaps in the clouds, signaling a monsterous storm to come.
The stallion stood silently on the tree-bare ridge, watching the clouds roll in like vicious waves on a rocky beach. The only sign of life on the silent statue was the steady rise and fall of his breathing. He did not move in any other way; his ears stayed pricked, his tail a bit low, and a hip cocked up to take relief off of his hooves, but he did not move. He almost seemed entranced by the boiling clouds and frozen by the icy raindrops parachuting from the clouds. The stallion, Priamos, broke out of his statue form to lift his nose to the sky; soft nostrils flaring as he breathed in the sweet scent of rain. Slowly, he brought his cocked foot up, resting his weight on all four hooves. His stance suggested he was getting ready for something.
Suddenly, with a massive bang the storm unleashed itself at full fury. White light zipped across the clouds with enough force to make hair stand on end. Almost instantly, another boom followed and more lightning streaked to the ground, hurtling vicious punches to the trees and undergrowth. The rain came down with skin-aching force, ripping a few leaves off of trees.
Priamos reacted instantly, tossing his head into the air and piveting on his hind feet. His long tail flicked out behind him with a loud whoosh! and then he was off.
The stallion barreled along the edge of the ridge and followed a worn path down into the trees; nimble feet picking out clear paths and avoiding large plants and stones with only the grace of a deer.
A few other Whip-Tails were already heading for cover; and young foals neighed, terrified by their first thunderstorm.
Slowing to a walk under the canopy of trees, the stallion lifted his nose to the air, taking a deep breath of the damp air before snorting loudly.
There was another smell; layered faint in the brush of the icy, wet, wind. It stung and burned the inside of his nostrils. It crept out thin tendrils of gray ash and was as pungent as a rotten corpse. Priamos's ears immediatly laid flat to his head and he skidded to a complete halt, tossing his striped head.
Slowly, his soft ears lifted up. The smell of the smoke still lingering in the air. The rain had let up to a faint drizzle, and the thunder was faint rumbles in the distance. Although, more lightning flickered in on-coming clouds. But what had caught the stallion's attention?
It was faint, panicked, wild. And coming from the direction of the fire. Priamos's body tensed, and as if in slow motion, his front legs stretched out, his back hooves dug into the ground, and he was off like a lightning bolt.
It was an easy path, criss-crossing and slithering in between trees like an agile forest falcon; intent on it's prey.
The acrid smoke stench was getting stronger; and as other creatures fled from the leaping claws of orange; the stallion headed towards it. His ears were listening to only the sound of cries from within the border of leaping heat.
A tiny foal. Maybe a month old, had gotten caught in the blaze; seperated from it mother in panic from the lightning strike that ignited the dead undergrowth. The flames were spreading to fast to be put out by the drizzling rain, as well as much too strong and quick.
Priamos listened quietly for a long moment, his eyes caught and mesmerized by the jumping flames.
It took every bit of will to push back his instinct of turning and running from the flames. Gathering his courage, he took a flying leap. For a moment, he flew through the air, hungry flames singing his belly fur, and then he landed.
Once his back feet hit the ground, the stallion was a deer again, leaping in between patches of flames. It took only a bit until he reached the foal; a little chestnut filly running back and forth between barriers of preying flames; calling frantically.
The filly turned when Priamos appeared, staring before backing away as she realized this was not her mother, but a striped stallion soaked and smelling of singed fur. Priamos stepped forward, nosing the filly towards a gap in the flames. But the filly, confused and lost, didn't quite get it, and back away in a panic, nearly backing straight into the hot flames.
Priamos snorted loudly, this time shoving the filly's side and pushing her onto the path. It took some more shoving before the filly realized what was happening. She broke into a run, eagerly escaping the flames.
As the next storm broke out; sending roaring growls across the sky and unleashing bolts of white light to the ground, Priamos quickly followed the foal. Behind him, the flames slowly withered and died under the pelting of fresh rain. They almost seemed dissapointed; giving up as their prey escaped into the forest.

Theme song:
Unity by Shinedown
I chose this song because 1) it's my all-time favorite song by my all-time favorite band and 2) because of his lost-man personality; he patiently waits for something or someone to pick him up out of his stupor and the song also talks about bravery and to stop being scared afraid.

I found a note with your name
And a picture of us
Even though it was framed
And covered in dust
It's the map in my mind that sends me on my way

They say it's never too late
To stop being afraid
And there is no one else here
So why should I wait?
And in the blink of an eye the past begins to fade

So have you ever been caught in a sea of despair?
And your moment of truth
Is the day that you say “I'm not scared”

Put your hands in the air
If you hear me out there
I've been looking for you day and night
Shine a light in the dark
Let me see where you are
‘Cause I'm not gonna leave you behind

If I told you that you're not alone
And I show you this is where you belong
Put your hands in the air
One more time

I've seen a million miles
Met a million faces
Took all I knew
To reach all these places
And I'd do it again
If it brings me back to you

So have you ever been caught in a sea of despair?
And your moment of truth
Is the day that you say “I'm not scared”

Put your hands in the air
If you hear me out there
I've been looking for you day and night
Shine a light in the dark
Let me see where you are
‘Cause I'm not gonna leave you behind

If I told you that you're not alone
And I show you this is where you belong
Put your hands in the air
One more time

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air
If you hear me out there
I've been looking for you day and night
Shine a light in the dark
Let me see where you are
‘Cause I'm not gonna leave you behind

If I told you that you're not alone
And I show you this is where you belong
Put your hands in the air
One more time
Put your hands in the air
One more time

3 of his favorite things:
•Standing on his ridge watching the sky
•Storms
•Being alone

3 fun facts about him:
•As a foal, he was never frightened by thunderstorms; instead he watched them eagerly.
•He's always had a kind spot for those who were too young, old, or too weak to take care of themselves, and despite his brave attitude, he's been too shy to help out before the fire and the little foal.
•Priamos is a bit scared of being under thick trees too long. Not even he knows why.

Gender: Stallion
Height: 16hh
Genes: Bay Base: AA=Striped

[snowbutt.]

Reserved with the name Ruen c:~

.:Username:.
:.Waterstarforever123.:

.:Name:.
:.This pretty boy'd be named Ruen.:

.:Age:.
:.This guy's actually around 5 1/2 year olds. He seems pretty old when you first meet him but once he really gets to know you, he's crazy, like a whole new version of him.:

.:Personality:.
:.o Because of his matter-of-fact influence to some degree, his ability is stretched flexible and spontaneous
o Tends to treat new and unfamiliar ideas with scepticism
o Because of the serious, responsible qualities of his, he must recognize the importance of a sense of humour and optimistic perspective of life
o In some ways he is not overly emotional and sympathetic to others and can be shrewd and materialistic
o Loves helping others through challenging situations (Another way of saying he LOVES challenges)
o He express' his appreciation for others by what he does for them rather than by what he says
o Weaknesses in the health through stress and tension could affect the intestinal tract and related difficulties or could cause prostate problems .:

.:Theme Song:.
:. Hollywood Undead - This Love, This Hate .:

.:3 Favorite Things:.
:. o Ruen loves going on walks, especially around midnight because he's drawn to danger like a moth to light.
o Ruen also likes being around family. Especially his older brother, who seems to get/understand everything Ruen has to say.
o Ruen not only likes going on walks, but he likes racing his friends because they say they'll beat him even when they know he could in a heart beat. It just shows back to how he loves a good challenge. .:

.:3 Fun Facts:.
:.Hmm..3 fun facts of him would be..
o Ruen's afraid of yellow things. When he sees something yellow, he literally goes haywire. But he honestly doesn't even know why.
o Ruen can touch his nose with his tongue.
o Ruen has bright eyes that changes throughout the day, depending on his mood and whatnot..:

[Autotomy]

I feel someone else should own him, good luck everyone!

[The One & Only Vapor]

Oh my God, Pauseh. Pauseh. Seriously. My heart stopped when I saw him. He is everything to me. Eveeyyythhiiinnngg.
uwu
Any?...extras...?
-adds in 10-15 things to form-

Username:
Transparency.
Name:
Zeruko. {His name means 'Heavenly' or 'Paradise' in Basque.}
Age:
He would be 8 years and 9 months.
Personality:
Zeru is a very wise, educated WTE. He takes it upon himself to make sure anyone else he visits becomes educated as well. He is not a biased WTE, and does not like to judge. He will help anyone in need, be it a poor rabbit or a fierce eagle. They don't always appreciate it, but he enjoys his little acts of kindness.
Theme Song:
Little Things- One Direction
3 of his favorite things:
1. He delights in learning language. He is a very learned, scholarly WTE and loves to read and study other languages.
2. He loves- is absolutely fascinated with- anatomy. This kind of goes hand in hand with his scholarly side, but it is true. Bones, muscles, organs- all of it. He has committed the WTE anatomy to memory. He even draws it in dirt or sand when he has the time or opportunity.
3. His other favorite thing is fire. It is bewitching for him to watch, and many of the orderly rituals in his life involve fire. Not that he knows how to make it, but other creatures can for him. He enjoys watching it, being transfixed by the flickery flames.
3 fun facts about him:
1. He makes a commitment to himself and others each and every day. When he wakes in the morning, he goes through a ritual in which he first grooms himself, then speaks 'incantations' while making odd signs with his tail. He believes it binds him to his daily tasks, for he then says what he plans to do or achieve that day. He also adds in that he will do 3 acts of kindness each day, no matter who, and no matter how big. And somehow, he always manages to do exactly what he wanted to get done, and often ends up doing even more acts of kindness then he originally says he will do.
2. He loves his tail. Just loves it. He isn't a vain kind of WTE, but he does love his tail. He spends hours every day cleaning it, preening it, even styling it just so that it remains gorgeous as ever.
3. He is a very orderly WTE. Each and every day, from the time he wakes to when he beds down, his life is totally involved in rituals, customs and orders. You could say he has Turret's or OCD, for he is very much involved in these rituals. He does each and every thing a certain and very specific way.
And, because I need to add this one...
4. He is very close to nature and all of its creatures. He has a way with everything and anything. Animals adhere to whatever he says, and always make him feel respected. He just says that 'he lets them be, and helps them when they need him', so in return they 'treat him as though he were royalty'.
Poem:

Starry Night

Starry night, bright night
Stars streaming, stars light.
Whiptail running, whiptail found
Spotted by stars, loping abound.
Whiptail happy, stars so bright
Whiptail frozen, hesitant, fright.
Zeruko lost, Zeruko found
Starry night, clear and profound.

Story:
I may not be able to complete it. Sorry! D:
Likes:
~ Zeru likes anything naturey, anything realistic. He can't stand to 'think outside the box', even though he is a rather creative WTE.
~ He likes running, swimming, and anything active.
~ He likes to learn!
Dislikes:
~ Zeru dislikes fear. A lot. Not just his own, but others'. This is part of why he does his acts of kindness.
~ He dislikes when others interrupt him. He finds it rude and corrupting the the conversation.
~ Finally, Zeru hates it when he gets dirty. He doesn't mind being active and playing sports, but when it comes to him getting filthy and when his tail gets twisted...ick. Watch out!
Greatest fear:
As it often is with so many creatures...Zeru's greatest fear is fear itself. That, and death. He hates death, can't stand death, never wants to see, witness, experience death. and he's afraid of death. what a cycle for poor Zeru.

Sorry if the color isn't visible or if it's too busy or too weird or anything. D:
And I'm finally finished! Except my story. x3 This was actually done yesterday, except his likes and dislikes. So I added those in, and now I'm done.

[KaedeMaple]

Username:KaedeMaple

Name: Abraxas~ Greek myth name of one of the horses belonging to the sun god Helios. It is also the name of a demon of lies and deceit. The letters of the name add up to 365, the number of days in the year. It has been found in Greek magical texts and may be related to the word abracadabra which may derive from Aramaic avra kedabra, meaning "I will create as I speak."

Age:5

Personality:

Theme song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VwXL-nfM ... =endscreen One Day by Charice

[b]3 of his favorite things: The sun, swimming, and running at top speed in an open field

3 fun facts about him: (Just gonna use the fun facts about his name)Abraxas~ Greek myth name of one of the horses belonging to the sun god Helios. It is also the name of a demon of lies and deceit. The letters of the name add up to 365, the number of days in the year. It has been found in Greek magical texts and may be related to the word abracadabra which may derive from Aramaic avra kedabra, meaning "I will create as I speak."

Other: I shall pretty-fy it up when I can get to my laptop xD So my form is in sort of a mini-wip Although most of it is done... X3

[bears]

No begging, no bribing. I feel like an old friend, but I bet no one will recognize me [Was iBean]. Any who, I still wuff my ponies to deff, I draw them often. [Will be adding...somewhere....for all to see. I want people to see my trad. art]. I've been stalking, keeping a slot open for this exact reason! Who ever wins him wins free trad. art!

Username: -cluttered-
Name: Rutulis [Root-ee-loos] Origonating from latin, meaning Auburn.
Age: 3 years <3
Personality: Shush. I'm thinking.
Theme song: /
3 of his favorite things:/
3 fun facts about him:/
Other:/


Pulling out.

[❤ƉяɛαмƆαтcнɛя❤]

[b]Username:
KissingMare2

Name:
Mystery in the Meadow ( Mystery)

Age:
Eight and a half

Personality:
WTE personality: Mystery's personality today echoes his original, rambunctious self. he's easily distracted and excited, and has seemingly endless energy. Although, he never strays far from other Whip-Tails, and hates to be alone. Mystery doesn't dare nap or sleep by himself, and has lost all his sense of curiousity. he's not very brave, and unwilling to go off by himself, much less go out and explore new surroundings. If he has to go off by himself , he'll never stray far and give up, or won't go at all.
Despite his acquired cowardess, he still acts much like a foal would; running and always glad to toss his head and play. Even though she has not yet had a foal of her own, she's extremely protective of other's foals. She always watches their foals carefully, making sure they don't become too curious and confident, much less overwhelmed with it, to end up like him.
All in all, he has lost his bravery completely, but is still playful, and very protective of other mare's foals.

Theme song:
James Blunt - No Bravery

3 of his favorite things:
Playing with the foals
Rolling around in the grass
Racing with other whiptails

3 fun facts about him:
He is not very brave
He is single
he wants a foal of his own

Other:
OMG I really want this Whiptail
as it will be my first ever but im not
very good at forms -* sigh*-

[/b]

[asexual pirate;;]

Username: .better version.

Name:
Priamos, an ancient Greek name meaning "exceptionally courageous."
I chose it because he has a brave personality and won't hesitate to step up, I also chose it because of his markings and my story. His markings are very bold and are a lot like a symbol of bravery to me.

Age:
He is ten years of age.

Personality:
→Stony-Daring-Brave-Quiet-Lost-Heroic←

Priamos is a boy that seems a bit lost; waiting patiently for something or someone. He's stony and silent, and is a little withdrawn from life.
Mind you, Priamos has a little personality unique to himself under his tough outer layer. He's bold and courageous; but not so absent-mindedly courageous he gets himself into trouble. Priamos is a smart boy, and stops and visually thinks things over before he does it. He has a concealed soft side for foals, and watched them kindly from secluded spots in the trees; making sure they don't run off or get hurt, but he never interacts with them or their mothers. Priamos is typically seen standing on the same ridge morning and evening; gazing at the clouds in the distance like he is waiting for someone. He seems lost most of the time, and doesn't really intereact with very many others.

History
Priamos's history is vague and a bit of a touchy subject. To his luck, when he was barely just old enough to eat vegetation, his mother vanished. Lost and confused, he managed to make it do adulthood, but just barely. His quick-wits and taking time to stop and assess the situation saved him most of the time, but yet, he still barely made it. Since then, his lost-man personality broke through completely. From the lack of mothering, or the sudden disappearance of her, no one but him will know.

Story:
The rain thrummed down onto the ground, sending up drops of mud into the air. The air, so hot just a bit ago, was moist and chilly. Mud seemed to stick to everything, and the rain was coming down so fast little trickles of water carved into the ground like minature rivers.
Shuddering against Priamos's side was a tiny, muddy and wet foal, her little tail flicking nervously. Priamos turned his head and nosed her closer into the cover of the trees before lifting his head. The stallion's ears swiveled forward, and he returned to watching the fat rain drops smack against the wet ground.
It seemed like just a bit ago he was standing on a clear ridge, watching the dark thunderheads roll in. The air had been humid and hot; but an icy breeze had been hitting him in the side, bringing with it relief from the damp heat. And now, well now he was standing under the thick shelter of trees with this little lost foal. How he got here was a story in itself.

The first few cold drops of rain hurtling down from the angry clouds felt great. It brought relief from the stale, hot air and the musty, sticky humidity. The thunderheads above were a dark, menacing gray, and an observer could easily tell the wind up high was fast; the clouds were roiling and churning. Bits of light flashed in between gaps in the clouds, signaling a monsterous storm to come.
The stallion stood silently on the tree-bare ridge, watching the clouds roll in like vicious waves on a rocky beach. The only sign of life on the silent statue was the steady rise and fall of his breathing. He did not move in any other way; his ears stayed pricked, his tail a bit low, and a hip cocked up to take relief off of his hooves, but he did not move. He almost seemed entranced by the boiling clouds and frozen by the icy raindrops parachuting from the clouds. The stallion, Priamos, broke out of his statue form to lift his nose to the sky; soft nostrils flaring as he breathed in the sweet scent of rain. Slowly, he brought his cocked foot up, resting his weight on all four hooves. His stance suggested he was getting ready for something.
Suddenly, with a massive bang the storm unleashed itself at full fury. White light zipped across the clouds with enough force to make hair stand on end. Almost instantly, another boom followed and more lightning streaked to the ground, hurtling vicious punches to the trees and undergrowth. The rain came down with skin-aching force, ripping a few leaves off of trees.
Priamos reacted instantly, tossing his head into the air and piveting on his hind feet. His long tail flicked out behind him with a loud whoosh! and then he was off.
The stallion barreled along the edge of the ridge and followed a worn path down into the trees; nimble feet picking out clear paths and avoiding large plants and stones with only the grace of a deer.
A few other Whip-Tails were already heading for cover; and young foals neighed, terrified by their first thunderstorm.
Slowing to a walk under the canopy of trees, the stallion lifted his nose to the air, taking a deep breath of the damp air before snorting loudly.
There was another smell; layered faint in the brush of the icy, wet, wind. It stung and burned the inside of his nostrils. It crept out thin tendrils of gray ash and was as pungent as a rotten corpse. Priamos's ears immediatly laid flat to his head and he skidded to a complete halt, tossing his striped head.
Slowly, his soft ears lifted up. The smell of the smoke still lingering in the air. The rain had let up to a faint drizzle, and the thunder was faint rumbles in the distance. Although, more lightning flickered in on-coming clouds. But what had caught the stallion's attention?
It was faint, panicked, wild. And coming from the direction of the fire. Priamos's body tensed, and as if in slow motion, his front legs stretched out, his back hooves dug into the ground, and he was off like a lightning bolt.
It was an easy path, criss-crossing and slithering in between trees like an agile forest falcon; intent on it's prey.
The acrid smoke stench was getting stronger; and as other creatures fled from the leaping claws of orange; the stallion headed towards it. His ears were listening to only the sound of cries from within the border of leaping heat.
A tiny foal. Maybe a month old, had gotten caught in the blaze; seperated from it mother in panic from the lightning strike that ignited the dead undergrowth. The flames were spreading to fast to be put out by the drizzling rain, as well as much too strong and quick.
Priamos listened quietly for a long moment, his eyes caught and mesmerized by the jumping flames.
It took every bit of will to push back his instinct of turning and running from the flames. Gathering his courage, he took a flying leap. For a moment, he flew through the air, hungry flames singing his belly fur, and then he landed.
Once his back feet hit the ground, the stallion was a deer again, leaping in between patches of flames. It took only a bit until he reached the foal; a little chestnut filly running back and forth between barriers of preying flames; calling frantically.
The filly turned when Priamos appeared, staring before backing away as she realized this was not her mother, but a striped stallion soaked and smelling of singed fur. Priamos stepped forward, nosing the filly towards a gap in the flames. But the filly, confused and lost, didn't quite get it, and back away in a panic, nearly backing straight into the hot flames.
Priamos snorted loudly, this time shoving the filly's side and pushing her onto the path. It took some more shoving before the filly realized what was happening. She broke into a run, eagerly escaping the flames.
As the next storm broke out; sending roaring growls across the sky and unleashing bolts of white light to the ground, Priamos quickly followed the foal. Behind him, the flames slowly withered and died under the pelting of fresh rain. They almost seemed dissapointed; giving up as their prey escaped into the forest.

Theme song:
Unity by Shinedown
I chose this song because 1) it's my all-time favorite song by my all-time favorite band and 2) because of his lost-man personality; he patiently waits for something or someone to pick him up out of his stupor and the song also talks about bravery and to stop being scared afraid.

I found a note with your name
And a picture of us
Even though it was framed
And covered in dust
It's the map in my mind that sends me on my way

They say it's never too late
To stop being afraid
And there is no one else here
So why should I wait?
And in the blink of an eye the past begins to fade

So have you ever been caught in a sea of despair?
And your moment of truth
Is the day that you say “I'm not scared”

Put your hands in the air
If you hear me out there
I've been looking for you day and night
Shine a light in the dark
Let me see where you are
‘Cause I'm not gonna leave you behind

If I told you that you're not alone
And I show you this is where you belong
Put your hands in the air
One more time

I've seen a million miles
Met a million faces
Took all I knew
To reach all these places
And I'd do it again
If it brings me back to you

So have you ever been caught in a sea of despair?
And your moment of truth
Is the day that you say “I'm not scared”

Put your hands in the air
If you hear me out there
I've been looking for you day and night
Shine a light in the dark
Let me see where you are
‘Cause I'm not gonna leave you behind

If I told you that you're not alone
And I show you this is where you belong
Put your hands in the air
One more time

Put your hands in the air

Put your hands in the air
If you hear me out there
I've been looking for you day and night
Shine a light in the dark
Let me see where you are
‘Cause I'm not gonna leave you behind

If I told you that you're not alone
And I show you this is where you belong
Put your hands in the air
One more time
Put your hands in the air
One more time

3 of his favorite things:
•Standing on his ridge watching the sky
•Storms
•Being alone

3 fun facts about him:
•As a foal, he was never frightened by thunderstorms; instead he watched them eagerly.
•He's always had a kind spot for those who were too young, old, or too weak to take care of themselves, and despite his brave attitude, he's been too shy to help out before the fire and the little foal.
•Priamos is a bit scared of being under thick trees too long. Not even he knows why.

Other:
Nope.

Major WIP now. Pouring all of my heart and soul into this form. >.<
EDIT:: FINSISHED!

[baaer]

Username:My name is baaer, but you can call me Croe. c:

Name:My name is from a long chain of history. My name is Alcide, but you can call me Corr if you wish.

[color=lightblue]Age:Though I am on the younger side. 5 to be exact.

Personality:
Alcide is a hopeless, love struck,romantic. He surrounds himself in making himself the kindest, most romantic stallion. Though, there is not anybody who has held his heart, he is making friends. He is currently trying to map the stars. This way, he can be romantic and smart. He loves the long summer nights and the lightning bugs, also known as fireflies, but he prefers lightning bugs. Alcide is also a daredevil. He always stops to show off in front of the mares.

Theme song: Gone, Gone, Gone.By Phillip Phillips.
I chose this song because Alcide is a hopeless, love struck,romantic. This song reminds me of somebody who will crawl on their knees to the ends of the Earth just to love this person.

3 of his favorite things:
1. Fireflies
2. Stars
3.Summer nights.
3 fun facts about him:
1.He is claustrophobic.
2.He has a terrible fear of spiders.
3.He is clumsy
Other:
My Story:

It was a stormy night. I was a young colt. My mother nuzzled my shoulder to calm me down. She would say "My firefly. Don't worry the light won't hurt you." My father, Zues, was to the left of her. Her guardian almost. She would listen and look for the faint stars. When the nights were clear, she would show me all the stars. She would tell me the constellations and the bright ones. She would tell the history and myths about how they got there. She would tell me " "Love is strong. Stronger than the stars and brighter than the sun. It is warmer than a fire and cozier than a ton of feathers. Lock my words in the stars, the fireflies and your heart. And when you hit rock bottom, look up at the stars my love. And when you are far away from home, look up. Think about how I taught you. And find somebody, somebody that you love and tell this to them. I love you." She turned to my father. "Keep those words in your heart too, my love. I love you." My father and I didn't know my mother was sick. These was the last words that she ever spoke. We had to leave with the leader. I cried quietly that night. For I didn't want to disappoint my father. We traveled with the herd, a journey that I will never forget. Though at some points I walked until my legs gave out. I looked up at the stars. For they gave me comfort. They gave me closure. It became easier as time went by. My father grew old and went to stay with my mother. I met plenty of mares in my time. Though I haven't told anybody those words. Nor have I told her the story of the lights in the sky or in the summer nights.

[Signless Mage]

Username: Reckless Youth
Name: TwilightEnd
Age: he would be about 6 and a half
Personality: reserved yet can be a hot head when needed. nice to others and gets alon well with people who under stand him.
Theme song: Burn it Down by linkin park
3 of his favorite things: listening to music,running,peace
3 fun facts about him: Twilight's End is more of a peace maker. lover not a fighter. tends to be MISUNDERSTOOD
Other: nothin except you are awesome for having this ^^