[McKellsen]

What are Emyriches?

Emyriches are large docile creatures that inhabit the large, mystical island of Emyr. They emerge from their leafy lairs at dusk and are active for most of the night and morning. A colony of Emyriches is a tightly knit community, mostly consisting of a couple families. They are very social but completely silent as they lack mouths. They communicate through the bells on their tails which are also completely silent to the average human ear. The Emyriches pick up these signals through their large rabbit like ears and then respond is necessary. How do they eat? Well, they use the colorful pads on their feet to absorb nutrients from plants. This doesn’t harm the plant.
They are the size of a small horse when full grown. Females are slightly taller than males and are usually the ones that lead the colonies. Males mark territories and guard if they have to. Their only means of self defense are their size and small claws on their hind feet.
Cubs are born without a bell, causing them to be mute for the first few months. At two years old, a cub will receive a wrap. This wrap will be their first and probably last. The parent either makes it or hires someone to. This band displays the cubs personality and where they stand in the colony. Females wear them on one of their front legs and males on one of the back. The wraps can be vibrantly colored and intricate but usually match the eyes and paw pads of the cub. They stand out from the naturally colored coat of the Emyrich.

I made this Emyrich to celebrate a very important day. . .
Today is Tramone's birthday! <3 Tramone is one of our mods and is a very special friend of mine. =3
She will be helping judge so she will be reading all of the forms, so it would be much appreciated if you would leave a little shout out to her. <3

Username:
Determination

Name:
Enomart (I thought, since this Emyrich was made to celebrate Tramone's birthday, why not name the Emyrich after her?
Enomart is Tramone spelt backward. x3) [Pronounced as Ee-no-mert]

Personality:
Enomart - the girl who expresses her feelings in a different way than most of the others - not by her silent sounding bell, but by music, something that humans are also able to hear. Enomart enjoys playing on her violin, and whenever she plays, all her tiny critter friends all stop, motionless and listen to hear her playing. Enomart is a responsible kind of girl. If there is some work that needs to be done, Enomart will get it done!

Favorite activity: Watching the sun rise and set on the hills, photography, playing on her violin

Art: Sunsets.. c:

Extra:
poem
[In case you haven't noticed, I've tried to make this poem shaped like the hill c:]


Up,
Up there,
Way up there
Up in the hills
An Emyrich sits

The sky turns
Orange pink purple
The sun is setting

And there the Emyrich
Sitting there on the hills
Takes out her brown violin

The sun slowly moves downward
Disappearing fast, the circle orange sun
Moves downward, down the grassy hillside

The Emyrich readies herself while watching the sun set
She takes out the violin bow out of the violin case and starts to play
The beautiful music of the brown violin echoes across the hillsides

The sun glances at the Emyrich, one last time, and there the sun sets, to the beautiful music...

Shout out: Happy Late Birthday, Tramone! x3

[pIanted]

Reserve ❤❤❤

[Bear.]

Reserve maybe. this one is beautiful.

[TigerFox25]

Definate Reserve x3

[AmberSky.]

May or may not, but just to say:

Tramone, here's a late happy birthday. I don't know you well, but I know that you are awesome and your art is really magnificent XD

[Tramone]

X3 Thank you so much!

[McKellsen]

Extending because no forms were posted. Ends August 1st.

[Svel]

Username:
Determination

Name:
Enomart (I thought, since this Emyrich was made to celebrate Tramone's birthday, why not name the Emyrich after her?
Enomart is Tramone spelt backward. x3) [Pronounced as Ee-no-mert]

Personality:
Enomart - the girl who expresses her feelings in a different way than most of the others - not by her silent sounding bell, but by music, something that humans are also able to hear. Enomart enjoys playing on her violin, and whenever she plays, all her tiny critter friends all stop, motionless and listen to hear her playing. Enomart is a responsible kind of girl. If there is some work that needs to be done, Enomart will get it done!

Favorite activity: Watching the sun rise and set on the hills, photography, playing on her violin

Art: Sunsets.. c:

Extra:
poem
[In case you haven't noticed, I've tried to make this poem shaped like the hill c:]


Up,
Up there,
Way up there
Up in the hills
An Emyrich sits

The sky turns
Orange pink purple
The sun is setting

And there the Emyrich
Sitting there on the hills
Takes out her brown violin

The sun slowly moves downward
Disappearing fast, the circle orange sun
Moves downward, down the grassy hillside

The Emyrich readies herself while watching the sun set
She takes out the violin bow out of the violin case and starts to play
The beautiful music of the brown violin echoes across the hillsides

The sun glances at the Emyrich, one last time, and there the sun sets, to the beautiful music...

Shout out: Happy Late Birthday, Tramone! x3

[McKellsen]

Congrats! Your form was lovely. <3

Username:
Determination

Name:
Enomart (I thought, since this Emyrich was made to celebrate Tramone's birthday, why not name the Emyrich after her?
Enomart is Tramone spelt backward. x3) [Pronounced as Ee-no-mert]

Personality:
Enomart - the girl who expresses her feelings in a different way than most of the others - not by her silent sounding bell, but by music, something that humans are also able to hear. Enomart enjoys playing on her violin, and whenever she plays, all her tiny critter friends all stop, motionless and listen to hear her playing. Enomart is a responsible kind of girl. If there is some work that needs to be done, Enomart will get it done!

Favorite activity: Watching the sun rise and set on the hills, photography, playing on her violin

Art: Sunsets.. c:

Extra:
poem
[In case you haven't noticed, I've tried to make this poem shaped like the hill c:]


Up,
Up there,
Way up there
Up in the hills
An Emyrich sits

The sky turns
Orange pink purple
The sun is setting

And there the Emyrich
Sitting there on the hills
Takes out her brown violin

The sun slowly moves downward
Disappearing fast, the circle orange sun
Moves downward, down the grassy hillside

The Emyrich readies herself while watching the sun set
She takes out the violin bow out of the violin case and starts to play
The beautiful music of the brown violin echoes across the hillsides

The sun glances at the Emyrich, one last time, and there the sun sets, to the beautiful music...

Shout out: Happy Late Birthday, Tramone! x3

[Svel]

Thank you so much!