It's our 100th WTE!
This poor WTE boy was born hairless!
He will have to be kept indoors, since the woodland environment and cold winters in the northern habitat would not be healthy for him at all.
This poor WTE boy was born hairless!
He will have to be kept indoors, since the woodland environment and cold winters in the northern habitat would not be healthy for him at all.
Username: SpartanAmethyst
WTE Name: Breylon
WTE Age: 2 years ;; He's a young'un XD
Gender: Stallion
Height: 15hh
Personality: Quiet, reserved, and very unsure of himself, Breylon is a very human-oriented WTE. He's always found it hard to get along with others of his kind. Very much the shy type, he hates to be in the spotlight of any conversation, and hates even more when Amethyst asks him to do something that puts attention on him. But, being very agreeable and loving his human unconditionally, he always does what he's asked, and is rewarded handsomely for his work.
Story:
"Whoa, Gunner slow down! It's cold and you're gonna slip!"
The Whip Tail stallion tossed his head and neighed, obviously excited over something that Amethyst didn't understand. She hung on to his mane, settling her seat closer to his bare withers. As the sorrel WTE stepped the pace up into a canter, Amethyst felt her body fall into the gentle rocking motion like it was second nature. The air was crisp and very cold, and it stung her lungs every time she took a deep breath. For a moment she thought that Gunner was going to take her on the typical trail that they always took, but it wasn't long before he veered off the path and into a strange part of the forest. "Where are you taking me, Gunner?" She asked, though didn't expect him to answer. It was a long trek before she noticed he was looking for something, his beautiful tawny ears perked forward as he slowed to a trot, then a walk.
Halting a few feet away from a particularly large snow mound, Gunner lowered his head and seemed to sniff the ground, then gave a small nicker. Almost immediately there came a small whisper of sound, a weak whinny from a mottled form trembling in the snow. Seeing the foal Amethyst leapt off of her stallion and ran to the foal's side. The poor thing was on death's door, but where was his dam? "Gunner, come help me boy," she said. After a few moments of fighting, Amethyst managed to get the foal up onto Gunner's back and the duo took off for the ranch. Looking down at the foal, she petted his hairless shoulder before giving up her jacket to cover part of the little one. Amethyst just prayed he would make it back to the ranch.
Genes: Black Base: AA=Tobiano
