[Ardelis]

Username:
fantasy girl

Name:
Ninpo

Ninpo is one of many martial arts that where developed in the Asian countries and is a group of related martial arts.
Ninpo was developed in Japan and as I find Japanese culture and language very interesting and would love to travel there and being able to speak their language I decided to give this Cerquine a special ninjaish related name.

"Nin," literally means patience, perseverance, and stealth and the result of combining it with the first character "ho" it can be understood as the ultimate and eternal reality of perseverance and stealth.
(Source: http://www.ninpo.org/ninpo/ninpo.html)

Age:
Ninpo is 3 years old, but can be thought often by others to be even younger or older.
It all depends on what situation he is put in

Gender:
Buck/Stallion

Would you like transparent background?:
Yes please, if it wouldn't be too much hassle around making a transparent version aswell as this one.
Then I would very much love to have one.

Birth story:
The chilly breezes from the north played in the long straws that surrounded the open meadow.
Snorts and low shrills where carried from the meadow to the edges of the forest, there was a nice white fencing blocking the entrance to the woods, but there was a gate that could be opend to give roam for even more acres that stretched out into the forest.
Curious onlookers like hares, birds and rodents gathered around the strange looking doe.
They had never seen such a different looking deer with her dished face and horse like anatomy, and they where indeed quite fascinated by how it looked like she was alone, almost abandond.
She couldn't be that old and she sure wasen't used to delivering foals.
Even if the animals wanted to help there was nothing for them to do. And soon after they lost interest in the struggling doe, they carried on with their tasks to stay alive in this harsh life where they where the hunted ones.

As night fell the sound of loud sighs where heard before grass got curled under the weight of a body.
The breezes stroke over the meadow and ruffled a tiny fawn's out puffed mane.
He was as dark as the night there he layed gasping for air with his coat damping off. Three of four legs where white and his belly and tail looked like they where dipped in milk. The white perfectly balanced his dark seal bay coat colour, but would be a slight trouble for him when he grew up as the whiteness would stand out. But in this world where he would be taken care of not only by his mom he would be a powerful looking stallion and he will succeed greatly.

Soon after his birth he started to struggle up on his tiny and wobbly legs to accomplish the task of standing upright and being able to balance himself without tipping over.
It wasen't a difficult task, but it wasen't an easy one either and little neighs where heard now and then when a little fawn tipped onto his back or belly.
The little fawn that was the firstborn son to the doe, - and was going to end up causing a lot of hassle and trouble when he grew older - looked in awe around. As awestruck as he was he turned his head to his mommy and wobbled over to her side for comfort.
He was adventerous by heart, but for now he would settle with the comfort of being around the only thing that felt safe in this wide and dangerous world and he closed his eyes as the doe gently nuzzled him and whispered:
''You've been long awaited my little Ninpo''

Transparent Ref:Here

[Kaluga]

SOOO PRETTYYYY <3

Username: JayzPF
Name: Infra
Age: 4
Gender: Stallion
Would you like transparent background?: No, it's beautiful.
Birth story: Infra was born in captivity for a zoo. He never knew his parents because he was weaned at a very young age. About 3 months after he arrived at his new home there was a fire and the buildings burned to the ground. Infra managed to escape using his awesome ninja agility and has been living in the wild ever since. He would very much like to find a mate and settle down, though.

[angel.wings]

Such a cute design! <3

Username: yellowpony99
Name: Forza (an Italian word meaning "strength")
Age: 4½ years old
Gender: Stallion
Would you like a transparent background?: No, thanks! The current one is pretty cool. (:
Birth Story: Forza was born in early autumn; a very dry autumn at that. There hadn't been any rain for many weeks, and everyone was struggling with the drought. Forza's mother loved him just like any other mother loved her child and took very good care of him in hopes that he would grow up to be polite, honest, and trustworthy. However, when a fire started in the forest because of the drought, they were soon separated. Forza was running alongside his mother to escape the flames when he became lost in the crowd. He searched for his mother in the crowd, but he could never seem to find her, and even when the fire was finally put out many days later, he still hadn't seen any signs of her. Forza was just barely old enough to take care of himself by then, so he lived on his own after that with little help from others. However, he never quite gave up hope that he would see his mother again, because somewhere in his heart he knew that, wherever his mother was, she was alive. Now, as a young stallion, Forza has settled down and only tries to live up to the name his mother gave him: Forza. Strength.

I originally had a lot more detail for his birth story, but it was much too long; so I shortened it quite a lot! XD

[Kaluga]

Such a cute design! <3

Username: yellowpony99
Name: Forza (an Italian word meaning "strength")
Age: 4½ years old
Gender: Stallion
Would you like a transparent background?: No, thanks! The current one is pretty cool. (:
Birth Story: Forza was born in early autumn; a very dry autumn at that. There hadn't been any rain for many weeks, and everyone was struggling with the drought. Forza's mother loved him just like any other mother loved her child and took very good care of him in hopes that he would grow up to be polite, honest, and trustworthy. However, when a fire started in the forest because of the drought, they were soon separated. Forza was running alongside his mother to escape the flames when he became lost in the crowd. He searched for his mother in the crowd, but he could never seem to find her, and even when the fire was finally put out many days later, he still hadn't seen any signs of her. Forza was just barely old enough to take care of himself by then, so he lived on his own after that with little help from others. However, he never quite gave up hope that he would see his mother again, because somewhere in his heart he knew that, wherever his mother was, she was alive. Now, as a young stallion, Forza has settled down and only tries to live up to the name his mother gave him: Forza. Strength.

I originally had a lot more detail for his birth story, but it was much too long; so I shortened it quite a lot! XD

Wow, this is awesome! Looks like your gonna win ^.^

[Jericho]

Username:

My username is Foxtrot55, but I
am more commonly known as Fox.

Name:

This boy, if I am to win, will become known as Zeke,
which is an Arabic name with the meaning 'Shooting Star' I chose
this name because of the beautiful speckles on his sides and how
they accent his dark bay coat, they remind me of
shooting stars on a dark night.

Age:

This stunning animal has just past his third winter,
making him just over three years of age.

Gender:

Zeke is a Stallion.

Would you like transparent background?:

I adore this background for his main image but if I do win I hope
it wouldn't be too much trouble to get a transparent one in order to
make it easier to order art of him. Thank you in advance!

Birth story:

The cold silent night seemed so peaceful, the many night animals were going about their search for food and the owl's soft song rang out through the trees. If only the animals knew what a special night it was, if only they knew! Resting under an old oak tree rested a mother, and beside her lay the still wet form of her newborn son. As the stars twinkled above the mothers eyes twinkled down at the small newborn who, though so frail and small in size, was a prince in his mother's eyes. His wet fur darkened the dazzling while spots speckling across his body as the moon speckled the forest floor. The mother's eyes rose to the heavens, asking for a suiting name for her son, her prince. As her eyes reached the dark sky a shooting star shot through the night and in that moment she knew the perfect name. Zeke would be his name, a shooting star, a price, and one day to be a strong father to his own son.

[Kaluga]

Username:

My username is Foxtrot55, but I
am more commonly known as Fox.

Name:

This boy, if I am to win, will become known as Zeke,
which is an Arabic name with the meaning 'Shooting Star' I chose
this name because of the beautiful speckles on his sides and how
they accent his dark bay coat, they remind me of
shooting stars on a dark night.

Age:

This stunning animal has just past his third winter,
making him just over three years of age.

Gender:

Zeke is a Stallion.

Would you like transparent background?:

I adore this background for his main image but if I do win I hope
it wouldn't be too much trouble to get a transparent one in order to
make it easier to order art of him. Thank you in advance!

Birth story:

The cold silent night seemed so peaceful, the many night animals were going about their search for food and the owl's soft song rang out through the trees. If only the animals knew what a special night it was, if only they knew! Resting under an old oak tree rested a mother, and beside her lay the still wet form of her newborn son. As the stars twinkled above the mothers eyes twinkled down at the small newborn who, though so frail and small in size, was a prince in his mother's eyes. His wet fur darkened the dazzling while spots speckling across his body as the moon speckled the forest floor. The mother's eyes rose to the heavens, asking for a suiting name for her son, her prince. As her eyes reached the dark sky a shooting star shot through the night and in that moment she knew the perfect name. Zeke would be his name, a shooting star, a price, and one day to be a strong father to his own son.

Gah mine looks so bad compared to these :3

[fantasy girl]

Username:
fantasy girl

Name:
Ninpo

Ninpo is one of many martial arts that where developed in the Asian countries and is a group of related martial arts.
Ninpo was developed in Japan and as I find Japanese culture and language very interesting and would love to travel there and being able to speak their language I decided to give this Cerquine a special ninjaish related name.

"Nin," literally means patience, perseverance, and stealth and the result of combining it with the first character "ho" it can be understood as the ultimate and eternal reality of perseverance and stealth.
(Source: http://www.ninpo.org/ninpo/ninpo.html)

Age:
Ninpo is 3 years old, but can be thought often by others to be even younger or older.
It all depends on what situation he is put in

Gender:
Buck/Stallion

Would you like transparent background?:
Yes please, if it wouldn't be too much hassle around making a transparent version aswell as this one.
Then I would very much love to have one.

Birth story:
The chilly breezes from the north played in the long straws that surrounded the open meadow.
Snorts and low shrills where carried from the meadow to the edges of the forest, there was a nice white fencing blocking the entrance to the woods, but there was a gate that could be opend to give roam for even more acres that stretched out into the forest.
Curious onlookers like hares, birds and rodents gathered around the strange looking doe.
They had never seen such a different looking deer with her dished face and horse like anatomy, and they where indeed quite fascinated by how it looked like she was alone, almost abandond.
She couldn't be that old and she sure wasen't used to delivering foals.
Even if the animals wanted to help there was nothing for them to do. And soon after they lost interest in the struggling doe, they carried on with their tasks to stay alive in this harsh life where they where the hunted ones.

As night fell the sound of loud sighs where heard before grass got curled under the weight of a body.
The breezes stroke over the meadow and ruffled a tiny fawn's out puffed mane.
He was as dark as the night there he layed gasping for air with his coat damping off. Three of four legs where white and his belly and tail looked like they where dipped in milk. The white perfectly balanced his dark seal bay coat colour, but would be a slight trouble for him when he grew up as the whiteness would stand out. But in this world where he would be taken care of not only by his mom he would be a powerful looking stallion and he will succeed greatly.

Soon after his birth he started to struggle up on his tiny and wobbly legs to accomplish the task of standing upright and being able to balance himself without tipping over.
It wasen't a difficult task, but it wasen't an easy one either and little neighs where heard now and then when a little fawn tipped onto his back or belly.
The little fawn that was the firstborn son to the doe, - and was going to end up causing a lot of hassle and trouble when he grew older - looked in awe around. As awestruck as he was he turned his head to his mommy and wobbled over to her side for comfort.
He was adventerous by heart, but for now he would settle with the comfort of being around the only thing that felt safe in this wide and dangerous world and he closed his eyes as the doe gently nuzzled him and whispered:
''You've been long awaited my little Ninpo''

[Kaluga]

Username:
fantasy girl

Name:
Ninpo

Ninpo is one of many martial arts that where developed in the Asian countries and is a group of related martial arts.
Ninpo was developed in Japan and as I find Japanese culture and language very interesting and would love to travel there and being able to speak their language I decided to give this Cerquine a special ninjaish related name.

"Nin," literally means patience, perseverance, and stealth and the result of combining it with the first character "ho" it can be understood as the ultimate and eternal reality of perseverance and stealth.
(Source: http://www.ninpo.org/ninpo/ninpo.html)

Age:
Ninpo is 3 years old, but can be thought often by others to be even younger or older.
It all depends on what situation he is put in

Gender:
Buck/Stallion

Would you like transparent background?:
Yes please, if it wouldn't be too much hassle around making a transparent version aswell as this one.
Then I would very much love to have one.

Birth story:
The chilly breezes from the north played in the long straws that surrounded the open meadow.
Snorts and low shrills where carried from the meadow to the edges of the forest, there was a nice white fencing blocking the entrance to the woods, but there was a gate that could be opend to give roam for even more acres that stretched out into the forest.
Curious onlookers like hares, birds and rodents gathered around the strange looking doe.
They had never seen such a different looking deer with her dished face and horse like anatomy, and they where indeed quite fascinated by how it looked like she was alone, almost abandond.
She couldn't be that old and she sure wasen't used to delivering foals.
Even if the animals wanted to help there was nothing for them to do. And soon after they lost interest in the struggling doe, they carried on with their tasks to stay alive in this harsh life where they where the hunted ones.

As night fell the sound of loud sighs where heard before grass got curled under the weight of a body.
The breezes stroke over the meadow and ruffled a tiny fawn's out puffed mane.
He was as dark as the night there he layed gasping for air with his coat damping off. Three of four legs where white and his belly and tail looked like they where dipped in milk. The white perfectly balanced his dark seal bay coat colour, but would be a slight trouble for him when he grew up as the whiteness would stand out. But in this world where he would be taken care of not only by his mom he would be a powerful looking stallion and he will succeed greatly.

Soon after his birth he started to struggle up on his tiny and wobbly legs to accomplish the task of standing upright and being able to balance himself without tipping over.
It wasen't a difficult task, but it wasen't an easy one either and little neighs where heard now and then when a little fawn tipped onto his back or belly.
The little fawn that was the firstborn son to the doe, - and was going to end up causing a lot of hassle and trouble when he grew older - looked in awe around. As awestruck as he was he turned his head to his mommy and wobbled over to her side for comfort.
He was adventerous by heart, but for now he would settle with the comfort of being around the only thing that felt safe in this wide and dangerous world and he closed his eyes as the doe gently nuzzled him and whispered:
''You've been long awaited my little Ninpo''

Sigh. How much time do you people even spend on this stuff?

[Ardelis]

Jay I apreciate your enthusiasm but maybe keep the comments down a bit so when I have to look through entries it's a bit easier ^^
Thanks

[Foxtrot101]

Username:

Foxtrot101

Name:

Augustus

it means "noble"

Age:

This being his third autumn will make him 3 years of age

Gender:

Stallion

Would you like transparent background?:

If I were to win him then I would like a transparent of him. The way it is now is stunning too but a transparent would be better.

Birth story:

It was the middle of autumn, foaling season was just about over since most of the mothers had already given birth. All except one who was due any time. It wasn't hard to tell that she was getting ready to foal so most of the mothers kept their foals away from her so she could have her peace. It was a new experience for her, she was a new on coming mother and carrying a foal wasn't an easy task; it was hard for her to do simply things at times due to the extra weight but she managed.

It was just before dark, the grass was still but sounds echoed from the forest where the Cerquines would roam. The new mother stood up to look at the foal that lay in the grass motionless for a second before lifting his head to look around. Puffs of air could be seen as he took in breaths; the cold air chilled him some. The colt tried standing, wobbly legs couldn't hold his weight and caused him to fall to the ground where his mother would nuzzle him gently and encourage him to try again.

A few more attempts passed before he finally was able to stand on his legs to reveal his pelt. Three out of the four legs where splotched with white, like the white that hugged his underbelly and spots. The brown hues that his pelt gave off seemed to give his mother the name that will suite him. Augustus. His pastel blue eyes told a story, a story saying he will be strong no matter what happens. he will protect his loved ones no matter what happens to him, he just wants to know their lives to be long lived.

With a smile, the mother laid down with her foal and placed her head next to his as he slept. She had a good feeling about how he will turn out in the future and she will do her bests to make sure he makes it to adulthood so she could see it. Augustus, protective yet noble to the others around him.