Username: ((Through.the.Ghost
WTE name: Waylahskise (Way-lah-skee-seh), Waylah to shorten it
WTE age: Six years
WTE gender: Female
WTE height: 13.3hh
WTE History: Waylah was with her mother until she was just starting to eat grass and her curiousity grew. She ran off into the trees, and in her excitement got lost. After days of trying to reunite with her mother, she had no luck.
A mare who had recently lost her own foal and was motherly took her in. She lived, and both tried to find her mother; but no luck. Now, she lives with other Whip-Tails and watches closely over other foals. (Her story explains some to.)
WTE personality: Waylah's personality today echoes her original, rambunctious self. She's easily distracted and excited, and has seemingly endless energy. Although, she never strays far from other Whip-Tails, and hates to be alone. Waylah doesn't dare nap or sleep by herself, and has lost all her sense of curiousity. She's not very brave, and unwilling to go off by herself, much less go out and explore new surroundings. If she has to go off by herself, she'll never stray far and give up, or won't go at all.
Despite her acquired cowardess, she still acts much like a foal would; running and always glad to toss her 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 her.
All in all, she has lost her bravery completely, but is still playful, and very protective of other mare's foals.
WTE story:The foal trotted happily through the trees, looking back to make sure her mother was still in sight. Swishing her long, flaxen-colored tail, she let out a few jumps side to side in excitement and the pure, hyper energy of her youth.
Suddenly, she stopped, legs spread out in awkward angles before she kicked out her back legs and tore off through the trees, making sure to circle around her mother. Her mother lifted her head occasionally as she grazed, watching her foal, who she knew was right on the stage of getting older and wanting to explore further and further. She would have to watch carefully just in case she lost sight of the young filly. The mare let out a quiet whicker, and the filly skidded to a halt.; back hooves under her belly and front splayed out and dug into the soft earth in front of her. The foal nickered back and trotted over to her mother’s side.
Her mother nuzzled her side gently before guiding her towards the shelter of thicker trees.
The foal, on the other hand, was watching the trees further away, nostrils flaring as she took in the enticing smells of exploration. Flicking her ears towards her mother, she saw she was distracted by something in the undergrowth. Taking her chance, the filly trotted off into the trees, and when she was safe in the cover of the trees, tore off as quick as her young legs could carry her.
She slowed to a walk after a while, her green eyes widened by her surroundings; delicate nostrils flaring as she took in all the scents drifting to her by the breeze.
Overwhelmed by the new scents and sights invading her senses, she stopped and dropped her head to sniff at a bug. The next moment, a raucous calling made her jump, ears flattening in fright.
High above her, a colorful bird started calling out again, and Waylah’s ears slowly rotated forward, although her whole body was quivering. Suddenly scared, she turned around. “Mama?! Mama! Where are you?” she cried, spinning around in confusion and smelling the air for any trace of the mare.
When no one answered her, she panicked and took off into the trees again, crying out for her mother. Only when it started getting dark and she was long out of breath did she stop, entire body quivering.
“Mama?” she whickered faintly.
Now, it seemed the sounds radiating from the trees were even more frightening; some sort of beast lurking in the undergrowth, ready to spring and snag some lost-
“MAMA!” Waylah gathered all her strength for this shout, but again, there was no reply.
Exhausted and frightened, the filly laid down in the undergrowth, and fell asleep as the moon started to peak through the trees.
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The next morning, confused and lost, Waylah trotted to and fro, calling frantically for her mother, but no one came to the foal’s rescue.
At the end of her second day alone, she ran into another mare who had recently lost her own foal. The mare fussed over her, and after a few more days of the two trying to find Waylah’s mother; she ended up taking care of the lost filly.
Your favourite thing about her: Oh gosh, I have to choose a favorite thing? That would most likely be those little stripes and her lovely chocolate coloring.
How many WTEs do you own?: Zero. I just found these and trying out for another one at the moment. ^.^
Genes: Red Base: AA= Sooty, Aa= Flaxen, Aa= Bi colour striped