[River cat]

Congratulations, wibeke. Agate is yours.
Height: 12h

Full form

[Verdana]

she looks great, River! By the way, you also have a say in who wins them.

[SpartanAmethyst]

Equidius Form

Equidius Name:
"Pena Ceo". Translated, it means "Sky Feather" in Galician. She commonly goes by Cee.

Age:
6 years

Gender:
Mare

Size:
12 hands

Position in herd:
Defender

Personality:
.Quiet
.Brave
.Loyal
.Smart
.Clever

Basic History:

She grew up as a normal foal, but was at first a breeding mare instead of a Defender. She became a defender after she lost her first foal to a mountain lion, then the two consecutive pregnancies she had aborted. The foals were never born.

Your Form

Username:
SatiraAssassin

Do you have an Equidius yet?
Not yet

Why do you want one?
Because they're strikingly gorgeous and I'd love to join the RP. Most of mine have fizzled out

What will you do with it?
Have a beloved charrie, a new art subject, and maybe join the roleplay o3o

[*SunnyDay*]

Equidius Form

Equidius Name: Hotaru (means "Firefly" in Japanese)
Age: 10
Gender: Mare
Size: 12 hands
Position in herd: Defender
Personality: Sweet, loyal, feisty and finicky
Basic History: Can I write a full story? If so, I'll write it later.

Your Form

Username: *SunnyDay*
Do you have an Equidius yet? I filled out a form for the other adoptable one~
Why do you want one? Read my form on other adopt
What will you do with it? Above ^

[Heart Land]

Equidius Form

Equidius Name:Bellaza (meaning beauty in spanish)
Age: (from yearling to about thirty. Forty if the horse is absolutely ancient and on death's door) 5
Gender: (mare or filly)Mare
Size: 12 hands
Position in herd: [Breeding mare (mares only), defender (mares or stallions), forager (mares or stallions), foal (unranked)] Breeding Mare
Personality:Bellaza is a fun,to be around, happy mare, all of the foals come to her for advice.
Basic HistoryPanda was perfect in every way, except one. That one problem made him very sad.

Bellaza was a small Equidius with a golden-brown tail and mane and a coat, shiny as Cinderella's glass slipper. So, you see, she was a very pretty Equidius. She was oh, so sweet. She loved animals and enjoyed nothing more than having a friend or playing with him, or even climbing, so he could gallop over the meadow.

Bellaza lived out in the pasture of an old, deserted farmhouse. It was a very nice pasture with lots of tall, green grass, a small brook with fresh water, and a huge shade tree with heavy, rough bark where she could leisurely scratch her back.

But, remember I told you that she had a problem? Poor Bellaza was alone. No one ever came out into the pasture to brush her beautiful coat or to give her juicy carrots. No one ever spoke to him or petted him or patted his shiny neck. So Bellaza drooped her head, stared at the ground, and cried.

Bellaza spent most of her days beneath the strong, dark walnut tree. She stood there, beneath its shadow, and sighed heavily, wishing someone loved her, wishing someone cared. The flies came and sat on her rump. She hated that. She switched her tail back and forth. She stomped his feet. She snorted rudely. But flies are like that when nobody takes care of a . They like nothing more than making neglected, little Equidius even more miserable.



One day when Bellaza was feeling even worse than usual,s he saw a lovely eight-year-old dog playing in her swing out on the porch of the old, deserted farmhouse. Bellaza got very excited. She whinnied loudly. She galloped across the field, charging at the gate, sending clouds of dust halfway to the top of the fence. But the little dog did not look up.

Bellaza pawed the earth. She neighed even louder. But still she did not notice her. She got off the swing and went inside.

Bellaza was so angry about her ignoring her, she bucked and kicked the air. She reared and charged the walnut tree, slamming her heels into the turf inches from its lowest branches.

Why had that little dog not looked up? What could she do to get her attention?

Bellaza thought and thought. She munched on some tall weeds next to a boulder. She rubbed her back against the tree trunk. She shook her head and nodded it up and down. Then, because she still could not decide how to capture the little dog's attention, she rolled around in the dirt, coating his lovely with a thick layer of dusty, old dirt.

Equidius's like to roll. Some sink into the soft, padded grassy strips that lay in shaded areas. Others like to scrub their back on small pebbly dirt, rolling and scratching, and rolling some more. But, Bellaza ? Bellaza was one of those Equidius that loved to roll in mud. So afters he finished scratching her back in the dust and dirt, she rose up, shook a little of it off, and walked down to the creek.

Now, remember how I told you that Bellaza was pretty ? Perhaps I was not as truthful as I should have been. You see, Bellaza was not pretty -- she was beautiful ! Her beautiful coat -- don't forget how I told you that her coat was as shiny as Cinderella's slipper -- that part was quite true. However . . .

and You guessed it! For after Bellaza walked down to the creek, she found a lovely mushy section of mud, and she rolled and splashed and got her coat thoroughly horrible-looking. Then, my friends, sad to say,she was no longer beautiful . In fact,she wasn't even pretty. She was nasty-looking! The mud was so thick all over her coat, you never would have recognized her! She was that terribly, terribly dirty.

But Bellaza didn't care. Nobody wanted to pet her. Nobody wanted to play with her , and nobody loved her!
She stamped her left front hoof, lowered her head, and she sobbed some more. Then she broke out she found a herd of Equidiuses and joined it for a while she was a defender but then she had a serious injury and became a breeding mare.She had her fisrt child was so happy to have a new place to call home

Your Form

Username:heart land
Do you have an Equidius yet?no
Why do you want one? because they are beautiful,breath taking creatures
What will you do with it?use it in my siggy and as a character

[LostGosling]

Equidius Form

Equidius Name: Adara

Age: Just shy a few months of being 6.

Gender: Mare

Size: 12 hands

Position in herd: Breeding Mare

Personality: Adara is a very solemn little mare, but will "frisk" upon occasion if the mood suits her. She also has a bit of an attitude. She may seem mild tempered, but low and behold anybody who trys to push her around. Despite being a young mare herself, she's very protective over the little ones. She has no qualms about thoroughly stomping any rambunctious stallions who dare come too close to an innocent foal. She is generally a very sound, intelligent member of the herd.

Basic History: Adara was born in a quiet part of her herd's cave, and the first thing she can remember is lieing in the soft, mossy fibers being tenderly groomed by her mother. She had been a twin, but her brother died of weakness a few days after birth. Her memories of foalhood are hazy at best, but she remembers the tragedy of her brother's death as if it had happened only yesterday. This may be the reason why she was so protective over all the other foals as a young filly. The death of her brother scarred her to the sole, and she couldn't stand the thought of losing any more family, related or unrelated. As she matured, she became more and more interested in raising her own foals. Soon, Adara adopted the role of a budding, young Brood Mare. The highlight of her life is dreaming about the day she's finally old enough to be in foal. She thinks about her future offspring always...wondering what they will be like, what they'll do together, how she will love them, how she will watch them play with that special gleam in her sightless eyes.....but also how she will worry about them. One thing is for sure, she would lay down her life in an instant for the safty of her foals and family.

Your Form

Username: LostGosling

Do you have an Equidius yet? Nope, she would be my first

Why do you want one? Of all the horse-like adoptables on CS, I believe that these are one of the best. They have good shadeing, good lines (on all 4 different linearts), and the glowy antennas really make them stand out. I also love their eyes, and the fact that they are all in natural colors. Wacky colored, "My Little Pony" horses aren't exactly in my favor, lol.

What will you do with it? She will be in my sig for the most part. Maybe even at the top of my trade rules so I can see her more often. I'll probably use her in the RP as well (I absolutely love Role Plays, lol). Basically, she will be posted anywhere where I feel that she can be more furtherly appreciated as the wonderful creature that she is.

[katiebo1]

hi so i really want one and u must b a artist to draw that good i dont have an Equidius and i really want one because i love horses and this is a animal that reminds me of horses.

Equidius name: Aloana
Age:14
Gender:Mare
Size:12 hands
Position: breeding Mare
Personality:easy going, pretty on the inside too




USERNAME:katiebo1

[wibeke]

Equidius Form

Equidius Name:
Agate [Aggy]
Age:
12
Gender:
Mare
Size: 12 hands
Position in herd:
Forager
Personality:
A stubborn, headstrong and extremely loyal equidius, Aggy reflects the land in which she was raised. She knows how to survive, how to fight, and how to make the best of what she's been given. She rarely questions the world around her, being fairly naive and content to stay that way so long as her survival isn't threatened. She remains relatively detached from the rest of the world, somewhat interested in the events of others lives but never too involved herself. She puts her own, rather simple, issues first and doesn't allow herself to be distracted until everything else is dealt with.
Though rather self absorbed and independent, [basically a requirement in the wild- you get nowhere helping everyone else] Aggy at least makes some attempts at being social. She hates being alone for extremely long periods time, eventually growing restless and upset. This isn't to say she thrives on company, but she needs to recharge every once in a while and even just having another equidius grazing silently by her side is calming enough.
And though she doesn't form very strong emotional ties with very many, [only a select few are allowed to call her "Aggy"] she'll stay loyal to anyone whose opinions she respects. Once you've gained her trust it's very, very hard to lose it.

Only one thing has really stuck in her otherwise clouded and changing thoughts; the sun.
Normally she's content to stare at the glowing lights at the tip of her tail, or gallop about and watch little sparks of blue dance across the cave walls, watching the little performances she can create with just the toss of her head. Then there's the mushrooms scattered about the ground of the upper world, casting a dull, artificial light on the world. These are the only lights she's ever known, but she knows there's something beyond the clogged polluted skies they've grown accustomed to. She figures there's something else out there waiting to return, and often stares at the sky longingly in hopes of it returning.
This is one of the few "distractions" she allows herself to hold onto. Being otherwise little more than a spirited creature of instinct, thoughts of the sun and the world that came before her often find their way into her mind.
Basic History
Agate's early life was a mixture of scrambling for food and running away from, well... just about anything that wasn't. There was always food to be foraged for, and no matter how hard she searched there was never quite enough to quell the aching of her stomach. She was a gangly little foal, scarcely able to stand for a minute before catapulting face first into the ground. Without her mother, already quite old when she had given birth to her, there wasn't much to learn from.
She found herself a herd, perhaps the herd she was born in or perhaps not- she was born a little ways off from her birth herd and never caught up, and began to follow them. By watching the older mares she learned how to forage and where to find the most food. From the stallions she learned how to run and keep up. From the foals she learned how to play. Slowly but surely she found her way into the herd, and from there she learned the ways of the Equidius.
She grew smarter and quickly found the skills and strength she needed to survive on her own. She did not, however, have anyone to share her new found knowledge with or to learn lessons beyond basic survival skills. But she did hear one thing. She heard an old stallion talking about something called "the sun." He was much too young to have lived to see it, but he said that his father told him of it and she imagined that the cycle continued for quite a while after that. The sun had been gone for generations, after all.
And with that she decided to join them, the other equidiuses, in returning to the world they were hiding from and leaving the caves. She decided she'd learn something new, and take on a new adventure.

Your Form

Username:
wibeke
Do you have an Equidius yet?
No
Why do you want one?
I absolutely love this species <3
The idea of them is awesome and i absolutely love the little glowing antenae they have. They're very creative and I've been trying to find these since I've seen them around every once in a while and never knew where they came from. I love this design in particular. Everything from the striped horns [they remind me of an agate, hence her name] to the bright blue to the color scheme, she's absolutely perfect and there's so many things I love about the design.
Not only that, but she's an appaloosa. Appies are my favorite breed of horse. They're so smart and adorable, as well as absolutely gorgeous. <3
What will you do with it?
I'll hopefully continue her story and use her in the RP, as well as continue to draw her and order art.

[Articsong]

Equidius Form

Equidius Name: Serrin
Age: 9 years
Gender: Mare
Size: 12 hands
Position in herd:[/b Defender

[b]Personality: Serrin is the fearsome witty rebellious type. She has a temper and refuses to be put down. Her hooves and horns are just as sharp as her tongue and wit but this doesn't mean she is unkind. She is simply confident and comfortable in her own skin. She has no problems voicing her thoughts even if her idea isn't a winner.

Her constant questioning of authority can get the feisty mare in trouble some times, with superiors and those around her. But she could care less, her motto is “Take all of me or have none of me”

Basic History
Born and raised in the caves her mother died when she was only a year old forcing her father and two older brothers to raise her. Her father had chosen to be a loner and had a thing about free thinking. He encouraged Serrin to talk back, and voice her opinions, believing mares had just as much of a right to speak as stallions.
But when her father ate something poisonous and died the leaderless siblings became nervous.. Serrin's older brother, the middle child grew cowardly and fled to join a nearby herd for protection. The eldest son though followed closely to his fathers ideals. It was he who taught Serrin to fight, and he taught her well. The two wandered the caverns for quite a few years before they finally went to the surface. But by then Serrin was an adult and in true loner fashion decided she needed to be on her own.
After leaving her brother Serrin traveled far and wide, wanting to see there was to this upper world, but soon she ran into trouble. This new land was dangerous beyond her belief and after a few close encounters and some scars the young mare realized that she would need another pair of antennae around if she truly wanted to stay up here. Retracing her track she returned to the cave's and began searching for a herd that lived on the surface... or at least near it.
When she found Balios' herd she joined with glee.
She could fight, stay safe ANNNNND they lived near the surface.
Serrin stayed.

center]Your Form[/center]
Username: Pointedflower

Do you have an Equidius yet? No

Why do you want one? The roleplay seems interesting and i've been looking for another site/group. I'm a veteran roleplayer been in and out of sites, and a good friendly community with either interesting species or interesting plots make me gleeful. I love horses too, ride them myself so behavior is second nature to me. Plus the challenge of roleplaying a blind creature?
I couldn't resist.

What will you do with it? Join your community of course. Seems like it has good potential plus I love the concept. Ill begin roleplaying with it as soon as I can.

[InkD3ath]

love that horse but there is a very high chance i wont get it