[Penultima]

Such a pretty boy ;-;

Username: Transparency.
Name: Rohlinaki- Belarusian for 'Rolling Ocean'.
Age: 7 years, 3 months
Personality: Roh {ROW} is a very wise, cautious stallion. He enjoys having fun, but only if he knows it is safe. He doesn't take risks, and while he is brave, loyal and protective, he is not very adventurous. Roh is also very fierce and veey social. He feels the need for contact and communication at all times. He will panic and pretty much flip out when he is seperated, and thus is not very good in situations like this. ;P He is also, while Roh is a leader, he does not perform well undet pressure. However he is kind and understanding towards others' flaws.
Gender: Stallion
Height: 17hh
Genes: Black Base: AA=Splash, AA=Brindle.

[Hemalily]

Omigosh, his brindles look like a giant fingerprint!

Username: Gandalf the Grey
Name: Otpechatok
Age: 6 Years
Personality: Pecha is a analytical and slightly paranoid guy. He believes that there are Whip Tailed Equines out to get him and that only he can prevent their evil deeds. He's very eccentric and knows tons of random facts about random things. He loves to investigate the forest, and often come back with some fake tale about his adventure. He tells tales so often that many Whip Tailed Equines don't believe him anymore. He is really just desperate for attention and love. Pecha is an eccentric, but caring guy who would die if someone actually gave him a chance.
Story:

Pecha wandered around the groups of WTEs, trying to draw attention to himself. When everyone ignored him, he climbed to the top of a hill and yelled "I'm going on an adventure" The entire herd turned towards him, their gazes mocking him. "Where?" a foal asked curiously, "There" Pecha announced, pointing towards some dark and ominous woods. The herd shook their heads, not believing what seemed to be a lie. Pouting a bit, Pecha turned towards the forest. Taking a deep breath, he ventured into the shadows.

Pecha walked cautiously between the trees, flinching when he heard any noises. As he continued, the sounds quieted until it was completely silent. He paused, hearing some rustling in the bushes. A strange figure jumped out yelling "Boo!" Pecha turned on his heel and galloped out of the woods, not interested at all in the thing that had frightened him. Behind him, a small boy nearly fainted from fright.

Pecha burst out of the woods, neighing for everyone to leave. As he reached the herd, he noticed that everyone ignored him. "What is the matter?" he asked a mare "why isn't anyone listening to me?" The mare scoffed slightly before replying "because no one believes you". He turned away, disappointed in himself. As he grazed, he noticed the herd stirring. He perked up his ears and looked towards the woods. Approaching the herd was five of the strange creatures he had see before. The herd was nervous, and Pecha knew what he had to do. He wheeled around, and neighed loudly to the herd. To his surprise they followed him as he led them away from the dangerous forest. He sighed in relief as the herd settled down, not worried about attention anymore. He was content with the safety of his herd.

[The One & Only Vapor]

Oooh...oooh...I HAD TO TRY -twitch-

Username: Transparency.
Name: Rohlinaki- Belarusian for 'Rolling Ocean'.
Age: 7 years, 3 months
Personality: Roh {ROW} is a very wise, cautious stallion. He enjoys having fun, but only if he knows it is safe. He doesn't take risks, and while he is brave, loyal and protective, he is not very adventurous. Roh is also very fierce and veey social. He feels the need for contact and communication at all times. He will panic and pretty much flip out when he is seperated, and thus is not very good in situations like this. ;P He is also, while Roh is a leader, he does not perform well undet pressure. However he is kind and understanding towards others' flaws.
Story:
Roh was galloping on the beach. He enjoyed the fresh breeze, the rolling waves, the soft sand, and the lovely glow of the vibrant sunset. His favorite part was leading the herd that followed behind him as the wind streamed through his mane and settled its fingers in his fur. So wrapped up, caught up in the beauty and delighted in himself, was he that he forgot to look where he was going. Too busy looking back to ensure that the herd was following, he realized too late that his hooves had stopped moving over firm-packed ground. He began to plummet long before he thought to look down, anf by then when he finally did have the sense to look, he was already a few short feet from the ominously hard ground.
A thud echoed throughout the cave he had fallen into, then all was quiet.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Roh woke up a few short hours later, and immediately flashed to his feet, instinct overruling all else. When he regained his bearings, the firdt thing he noticed was the dimly lit cave he was standing in. A river trickled to his right, and above there was a small earthy hole which he supposed must have been that which he had fallen through. The second thing he noticed was that he was all alone. Alone! Within the second he was panicked, frantically dashing to and fro, back and forth, all the while neighing hysterically. "Letta! Lexie! Kira, Dina? Hello?" As he spoke, though, his voice weakened. He knew, deep in his heart, that they had gone.
Then I must find them!
He began to thrash about all over again, darting about the cave, from the river to the shady side wall and back. Eventually, he realized that the river led somewhere. On each side it flowed through- comin and going- there was a small hole. To his left, or forward, the hole seemed bigger, so this is the one Roh chose. He walked unsteadily towards it, averting his head, neighing uneasily. But eventually, he slipped through, and entered the cave system.
He didn't recognize any formations, but the smell of the air seemed familiar. Even though there were a few detours and side path lead-offs, he continued going straight ahead, and soon enough, the floor began to slope upwards. From there, it was an easy hundred feet steadily higher until a bright hole shone through. Eagerly he emerged, blinking at the twilight, lit with the last sparkling drops of sunshine. He relaxed, intensely proud of himself, for in the woods but a few yards away stood his herd! He whickered joyfully and loped towards them, and they welcomed him back. He pricked his ears with fierce pride, expressing how happy he was that he hadn't panicked {well, not too much} even though he had been alibe.
And now Roh runs fearlessly alone on the beach, always jut as the sun is setting, and the wind teases him and he plays in the sane once more.
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[baaer]

Username: baaer
Name: Sail
Age: 1
Personality: Sail is a more curious, stubborn type. He likes to explore though the herd often scolds him. He doesn't listen to them. He is a stubborn colt and he likes to express himself in various ways.
Story: WIP

[Autotomy]

Username - - Capybara

Name - - Prst - "finger" in Lithuanian, named for the prints on his back. c:

Age - - 8, a bit older than most of the[my] herd, and he even acts older than his age almost all the time.

Personality - - Prst is an extremely deadpan, serious stallion, the type that doesn't have a sense of humor and can't detect sarcasm. You can't act foolish around him, because he immediately corrects you and scolds for acting so childish. A lot of equids don't like him, but he is quite the gentleman who is very courteous to mares, and will sometimes have a bit of safe fun once in a while. He always acts formal, down to the tuxedo-like coat he adorns. And he has a talent with foals; he can simply glare at them from the corner of his eye and they immediately do whatever they were supposed to.

Story - - "Prst! Watch out!"
- -
The little foal was falling through the cold vapor, down and down he went. It seemed like hours, descending through the pitch black sky, until he finally fell on a soft and sleek cushion. It was shifting under him, and covered him from head to toe in an even darker hue. For a split second, he dropped, but the cloak of black once again swallowed him.
Prst tried yelling "help!" but no sound came out. He quickly thought, can anyone hear me? Am I alone?
But something scratched his leg, something sharp. He whinnied, even though he knew it wouldn't do anything. That's when he noticed that he was surrounded by ravens; a thick cloth of sleeping crows.
He started to panic. Some other crows were scratching at different parts of his body; his face, hooves, horns, tail. He wiggled about to try to escape the waking ravens, but it was no use, he was being held down. Prst bit at them, trying to chase a few back, and it worked. He scared them all away.
But Prst also kept falling.
He was in the same position once again, falling through the cold and damp air until he hit another cloud that cushioned him. But this one was full of large creatures, whatever they happened to be. And as before, he was on top of them, and then descended into the middle. What is this made of, Prst thought?
And once again, something scratched his leg, but it was even sharper and bigger than the first. Ouch! He didn't try squirming for fear of waking them up once he saw they were small falcons. By now, it was getting harder to breathe for the little foal Prst was, being squashed by these heavy birds. He tried to wriggle loose quickly because he almost couldn't breathe, but once again, he was getting pecked at rapidly, all over his body. It was like being pricked by many, many briars and nettles all at once...
And after biting free of the birds, he fell even farther down until he hit a new cloud.
But this wasn't soft, it was a hard mass, and it surprised him when he slammed against it. Now this time, when he Prst fell down in, he immediately got pecked and clawed and could barely breath. But after biting them off, down and down he went to something he was dead-set was going to claw him to death and suffocate him.
But instead, he lightly fell into a pool of warm water with a splash.
- -
"You sure had a long fall of that cliff, buddy. It was great. Did you know how many thorn bushes and rocks you plowed through?!"
Prst woke up to see his 'chum', called Talnor, towering over him, even though he was quite tall at the moment. After he shook his head to clear his vision from water droplets, Prst hit the other equid with his tail.
Hard.
And with the dignity of a wildebeest that only escaped from a lion because it got bored, Prst marched off into the forest, to find the herd he had once abandoned to roam with Talnor.

[Penultima]

Entries end tomorrow morning.

[Autotomy]

Meep! Does this get judged tomorrow? I'm very excited! :D

[Hemalily]

Looks like it's between you and me, Capy(Can I call you that?)

[The One & Only Vapor]

Actually, I'm editing in my story right now...should be only a few minutes. ;P

[Penultima]

Oooh...oooh...I HAD TO TRY -twitch-

Username: Transparency.
Name: Rohlinaki- Belarusian for 'Rolling Ocean'.
Age: 7 years, 3 months
Personality: Roh {ROW} is a very wise, cautious stallion. He enjoys having fun, but only if he knows it is safe. He doesn't take risks, and while he is brave, loyal and protective, he is not very adventurous. Roh is also very fierce and veey social. He feels the need for contact and communication at all times. He will panic and pretty much flip out when he is seperated, and thus is not very good in situations like this. ;P He is also, while Roh is a leader, he does not perform well undet pressure. However he is kind and understanding towards others' flaws.
Story:
Roh was galloping on the beach. He enjoyed the fresh breeze, the rolling waves, the soft sand, and the lovely glow of the vibrant sunset. His favorite part was leading the herd that followed behind him as the wind streamed through his mane and settled its fingers in his fur. So wrapped up, caught up in the beauty and delighted in himself, was he that he forgot to look where he was going. Too busy looking back to ensure that the herd was following, he realized too late that his hooves had stopped moving over firm-packed ground. He began to plummet long before he thought to look down, anf by then when he finally did have the sense to look, he was already a few short feet from the ominously hard ground.
A thud echoed throughout the cave he had fallen into, then all was quiet.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Roh woke up a few short hours later, and immediately flashed to his feet, instinct overruling all else. When he regained his bearings, the firdt thing he noticed was the dimly lit cave he was standing in. A river trickled to his right, and above there was a small earthy hole which he supposed must have been that which he had fallen through. The second thing he noticed was that he was all alone. Alone! Within the second he was panicked, frantically dashing to and fro, back and forth, all the while neighing hysterically. "Letta! Lexie! Kira, Dina? Hello?" As he spoke, though, his voice weakened. He knew, deep in his heart, that they had gone.
Then I must find them!
He began to thrash about all over again, darting about the cave, from the river to the shady side wall and back. Eventually, he realized that the river led somewhere. On each side it flowed through- comin and going- there was a small hole. To his left, or forward, the hole seemed bigger, so this is the one Roh chose. He walked unsteadily towards it, averting his head, neighing uneasily. But eventually, he slipped through, and entered the cave system.
He didn't recognize any formations, but the smell of the air seemed familiar. Even though there were a few detours and side path lead-offs, he continued going straight ahead, and soon enough, the floor began to slope upwards. From there, it was an easy hundred feet steadily higher until a bright hole shone through. Eagerly he emerged, blinking at the twilight, lit with the last sparkling drops of sunshine. He relaxed, intensely proud of himself, for in the woods but a few yards away stood his herd! He whickered joyfully and loped towards them, and they welcomed him back. He pricked his ears with fierce pride, expressing how happy he was that he hadn't panicked {well, not too much} even though he had been alibe.
And now Roh runs fearlessly alone on the beach, always jut as the sun is setting, and the wind teases him and he plays in the sane once more.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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