[CopperChaos]

Height: 14.1 hh
Gender: Mare
Base Color: Dark Chocolate Palomino (Blue Eyes)

Unwrappable equids were created last year around Christmas time. You are told only the base colour. This year is slightly different. Last year you could only edit the markings slightly, this year you control the style and colour of the quip if you win it!
Like all other equids you need to fill out the form to win it. The winner will be announced as close to Christmas day as possible. This is also when the colour is revealed!
Merry Christmas!

Username: SpartanAmethyst
Equid Name: Wish I could hold this off, but... I suppose I'd choose Akemi, meaning "Bright (Aki) and Beautiful" (-mi), to describe her personality.
Equid Age: 4 years
Story:

It had been a peaceful morning; Akemi, just a filly, lay warm beside her mother's softly marked coat. Blue eyes stirred behind their lids as a chilly wind blew in, swirling briefly in their shared cave before it dissipated. As they slowly opened, she gave a soft sigh; it was a sound mixed with sadness and contentment. The cold had stirred her from another dream of snow, ruffling her short mane and stealing some of the warmth from her frail form. We're too far down the mountain, dear," she remembered her mother saying. The valley doesn't get snow, and I'm not strong enough to make it all the way to the plateau; I'm sorry baby. Her mother was sick, so Akemi just nodded and smiled, then laid down to sleep. She didn't know it'd be the last time she'd nuzzle her mother goodnight.

Finally awake, Akemi yawned, and turned to look outside; what she saw had her little hear skip a beat. "Snow!" She exclaimed. "Mama look at the snow! It's white and shiny and beautiful!" She whinnied, though took no heed of her mother's lack of a response. Leaping up, Akemi bolted outside, leaping bravely into the new and very, very cold material. It felt just like it did in her dreams; soft and chilly and cold. It was then Akemi noticed her mother wasn't there; turning to look back in their shelter, she saw the mare's still form, lying peacefully in the darkness. "Mama?" She called softly.

Trotting back worriedly, Akemi nuzzled the pale mare's muzzle; she was so cold. "Mama?" She said softly again. Once more there was no answer. Falling to her tiny knees, she cuddled as close to her mother as she could. "No, no mama please, please don't go," she whimpered, sniffling and crying. She hadn't foreseen this coming so soon; but now it was here. And her mother was long gone. For hours Akemi laid there and cried, pleading for her mother to come back, until finally the sun began to sink below the horizon, staining the snow in brilliant shades of fire.

The crunching of snow eventually broke the newfound evening silence, and Akemi's fine ears perked to listen better. They were multiple entities coming closer, and her puffy blue eyes widened in fear. At the sound of a soft growl coming from outside, the little filly's heart froze; wolves were commonplace this time of year, and her mother wasn't there to protect her. What should she do? She couldn't fight them off, she was much too small! Her mind raced with options, almost as fast as her heart. Now, with her systems filled with adrenaline, she made her decision.

Leaping up from her place beside her mother's body, joints stiff from the cold and her vision still slightly blurry from her tears, she bolted out and past the three wolves that were sniffing just outside the cavern entrance. Tiny hooves tearing chasms in the sparkling snow, Akemi ran for the safety of the forest; at least there, maybe she could lose her pursuers. She hit the trees at full speed, her thin, frail legs thundering subtly through the light layer of snow, the wolves hot on her heels. She didn't know how she was keeping ahead, but she wasn't about to stop and ponder a miracle.

All too suddenly the safety of the trees were gone, and she burst into a clearing that overlooked a small cliff; and though the drop wasn't extremely long, it would probably still kill her; she was small and frail, and the ground wasn't very forgiving. Akemi backed herself to the edge of the cliff and closed her eyes, waiting to feel their fangs tear at her skin. But the pain never came; all too suddenly the growls turned to yelps, followed by heavy breathing and angry snorts, broken only by the sound of thundering hooves. After a moment, a voice reached her ears. "Hello beautiful," he said, and when she opened her eyes, she found a handsome stallion in front of her. His coat was beautiful like the dried valley grasses, and he had kind green eyes, just like her mother. "I'm Jarek; don't worry, I won't hurt ya. What's a little thing like you doing alone on a cold Christmas night?"

If I won I want the quipping to be:

I love how the quipping is just barely a shade lighter than the base coat c:
And it to be focused on her face, neck, & body, such as this:

(Though slightly thinner & daintier)
And the legs to look like this (quipping into four identical white socks):

[Agent Shark]

Username:Agent Shark
Equid Name:Dark Truffle
Equid Age: 2 Years 13 days
Story: wip
If I won I want the quipping to be:Sharp quipping on the head, tail, and legs.

[jensen ackles]

Username: Jayjay's-Pie
Equid Name: Smidgen
Equid Age: 7
Story:

It was still dark out, but I remember not being able to wait any longer for my mother and father to wake up. I was maybe 2, so I had not had many Christmases before. But this Christmas was special, for I was having a white Christmas! Snow was new to me, and I remember trying to walk on it and simply falling right through. What a surprise that was! Luckily, my parents were up by then and came to my rescue! I was so excited! Then, my parents showed me the best surprise of all. Our very own Christmas tree, surrounded by presents wrapped in colorful paper and candy canes all over the tree.

I can still remember opening all my presents, but one present was so much more important to me than any other. It was a small stuffed bunny, with a little red bow around its neck. With this present came a book, and it is still my favorite book of all time. It was The Velveteen Rabbit. I could not stop reading it, for parlor magic seemed so beautiful and amazing to me. My bunny and book went everywhere with me for the next week, until my mother said that bunny would get homesick if I brought it too far away too often. So to save my bunny I left it home, but only in the care of my mother or father.

I remember eating candy canes with my father all day long, never caring how sick I would be from all the sugar. My family laughed, and danced, and sung old Christmas songs full of joy and love. We played games, talked, and simply sat in one another's company, relishing the feeling of family. Then we went outside for a snowball fight, which I won. It was amazing, and my bunny and family were there for it all!

If I won I want the quipping to be: Like this but with thinner lines and a cheetah-stripe thing from her nose to eye corner xD

[Inupait]

Username:
~Inupait

Equid Name:
~Nickabeth

Equid Age:
~6 years old

Story:

Nickabeth arched her back against the bitter wind thats chased through the pine trees and laid upon the small herd with its icy tongues. It had been a very harsh winter, even she was finding it hard to cope. The snow was deep, past her knees and many of the younger foals stood shivering with the snow chilling at their bellies. It was only a matter of time before they would succumb to the winters hungry grip on the world. Night had just began to set in and the moon stood guard in the sky, hopeless to help them other then to light their struggles with milky white light. The stars even seemed touched by their discomfort and twinkled brightly as though they were trying to lift the little herds spirits. Nickabeth leaned towards one of the foals, trying to comfort the filly with her own body heat. the foal nestled closer to her and they both drifted to sleep.

The morning air was not much warmer then the night, the frost crystals sparkled on the pine needles around them, it was actually quite beautiful in the early morning sun. Nickabeth shook her coat and a cloud of snow cascaded off her back and resided among the drifts around her feet. The others slowly began to emerge from the snow, the young foals clung to their mothers flanks trying desperately to warm their tiny bodies. Nickabeth turned her head to look at the filly that had nighted with her, and her heart stopped. The filly was gone, no where to be seen. Nickabeth let out a shrill cry for the filly, but no response came. Looking around desperately her eyes fell on a set of tracks, small and unsteady, making its way out of the forest and towards a human village.

The wind slapped her face as Nickabeth raced across the open plane that separated the herds territory and the human village, behind her the foals mother followed, the determination shone clear on both of their faces. the snow sprayed around them as their hooves turned it up. reaching the village they slowed slightly, nostrils flared as the drank in the scents in hopes of finding any signs of the little filly. Humans shouted around them and chaos broke out. The mother let out a cry of glee and bolted forwards. in the very centre of the little town was a huge pine tree, decorated with shiny foilings and round colourful balls, on the very top sat a star and nestled in among the bottom branches lay the sleeping little filly. she slept soundly her little sides rises and fell rhythmically. Both mares were about to enter the town centre to retrieve her when a shrill squall made them turn.

A little human girl with a freckled face and braided golden hair bent down next to the tree and peered down at the filly. "Daddy! santa did it! he did it!" she cried. "He got me a Mountain Equid" she cheered clasping his tiny mitred hands together, then quietly knelt next to the filly and laid her hand very gently on the sleeping filly's withers. The filly's eyes fluttered open and she peered at the little girl, leaning forward to sniff at one of her braids. The two little ones stared fondly at one another, a clear connection had already formed between them. Nichabeth glanced at the filly's mother. their was a saddened look on the mares face, but at the same time there was accepting. Their eyes met for a moment and both knew that the filly was where she belonged, in the loving care of the little girl. Nichabeth and the mother returned to the heard, without the filly.

Several years later Nickabeth spotted a girl and a young equid bounding through the drifts of snow laughing and dancing. Nickabeth recognized the filly, she was all grown up now but still had the same fire in her. The girls hair hung in two thick golden braids and her cheeks were splashed with freckles. From where Nickabeth stood she heard the girl say "You were my best Christmas present ever"

If I won I want the quipping to be:
~Shooting star quippings Like This (running horizontal from chest/neck towards the flank Like this)(black and white)
~Wild horse leg quipping (very light almost blending in) (slightly darker then her base coat colour)
~Wild horse tail quipping (same as leg quipping)
~tear drop quipping

[blackhoeses]

Username: Blackhoeses
Equid Name: Chriki (Swahili for blessing)
Equid Age: 3 years
Story: WIP
If I won I want the quipping to be:I would like her to have necklace quiping, with some quiping on the leg similar to this. Also some small quiping towards the end of her tail and would love to her quiping in if light Chocolate Palomino then black quiping with ether wight or light golden. If she is a dark Chocolate Palomino would love to have mainly reddish brown quiping, with posible some light golden too.

[.Arrow.]

Username: .Arrow.
Equid Name: Zohara
Equid Age: 6 years
Story:
It was Zohara's third winter since her spring birth, and she'd wandered down towards the plains in search of food with the rest of her herd. After a particularly hard winter the year before, the herd had decided to take precautions and descend from the harsh mountain landscape early. She had wandered a ways from the group, searching for a tree whose bark had not been stripped or a patch of earth where old grass could still be found when she had what was possibly the strangest experience in her mind. Looking back, though, she remembered the day with a sense of happiness.

As she walked, the sounds of a struggle became increasingly louder, short yelps and cries cutting through the snowy quiet accompanied by rough growling. She knew the sounds were not human, and so she was not particularly concerned for her own safety as this far down from their mountain home the predators were too small to cause much worry to a full-grown equid. So she chose to investigate, quickly finding the source of the racket. A small coyote had cornered an even smaller canine, the harsh growl coming from its throat as it lunged. Zohara stomped her hooves in the snow, the icy top layer crunching loudly as she fake charged at the snarling creature.

The coyote took one look at her large form and took off, knowing it didn't stand a chance on its own. The little canine slumped to the snow, shaking with relief and cold and reeking of humans. Recognizing the small creature as lost and in potential danger of dying from the cold, she gripped the scruff of its neck in her mouth and lifted it into the air. With it hanging limply from her mouth, she followed the track left in the snow from where the creature had been chased from. What she found at the end of the trail was not a normal human habitation like a town or city, but a small plot of land with two buildings and frost-covered silver fence around the perimeter. As she approached the building with colourful lights decorating its exterior, two humans hurried out, one small and probably only reaching to her shoulder and the second full grown. The little one immediately picked up the small canine when she set it on the ground, and the other disappeared from sight.

The full-grown human had returned only moments later, carrying two buckets. It set the buckets down by a nearby brightly lit evergreen that seemed to glow with colour before taking the canine from the child and carrying it inside. The child smiled at Zohara, the look of happiness on her face warming Zohara and confirming that she'd done the right thing. The child guided her over to the buckets, and Zohara followed cautiously to investigate the buckets. They'd been filled with oats and water for her, and the child watched eagerly as she hungrily devoured the offered food and water. The child hesitantly reached a hand out and, when Zohara did not move away, ran her hand down Zohara's face.

Before Zohara left, the child pulled a small, curved candy from her pocket and unwrapped it, offering the red and white object to the equid before her. Zohara accepted the gift, taking it in her mouth and crunching into it. The peppermint candy disappeared quickly, but was never forgotten by Zohara. For it had been her first Christmas. Each year after she would return to the small farm, and each year the child would greet her with a candy cane and a bright smile.

If I won I want the quipping to be:
From slightly above the shoulder most of the way down the back would be thick, vertical, filled quipping that is lighter than the body, but darker than the mane with the fill being slightly darker than the main body with a reddish tint. Fades away as it reaches upper neck, belly, and hindquarters.
Thinner, faded quipping below the eyes, as well as on the lower parts of the front legs and into the end of the tail. Approximately the same colour as the quipping on the back except no fill, possibly with a little bit of darker quipping as well.
Hopefully that makes sense :)

[~Trompy]

Username: ~Trompy
Equid Name: Coffee n' Cream (Usually goes by Latte)
Equid Age: 2yrs
Story: WIP
If I won I want the quipping to be: Horizontal quipping that is a little darker than the mane but lighter than the body, made to kind of look like a sleigh harness of sorts. If I won this mare, I could make some sort of reference XD

[Wolf in a Fedora]

Username: wolfwarrior144
Equid Name: wip
Equid Age: wip
Story:

My first Christmas you ask?
Well lets see, it was a cold wintery morning it was snowing and the earth was white, a white Christmas I was only a filly and with curiosity I had to know what this white substance was! I ran out into the snow kicking up flurries as I did, sticking my tongue out hoping to catch a snowflake. I was too focused on the snow when I slipped and faceplanted the snow, ouch, that was COLD. wip

If I won I want the quipping to be: wippp

[The One & Only Vapor]

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Reserved? pssshhh

Username:
Equid Name:
Equid Age:
Story:
If I won I want the quipping to be:

[canis,]

Username: c a n i s
Equid Name: Belle (means "beautiful" in French, also a Christmas-themed name)
Equid Age: 4 years
Story: It was a cold December night, Christmas Eve to be specific. All of the other Equids were sleeping snuggly in a huddle, all except for Belle's mother. It was in the bitter chill of the night that Belle was born. Usually, a foal would stand soon after birth. Maybe with a bit of a shake to their stance, but they would still be upright. When Belle did not even flinch, everyone knew that something was wrong. They also knew of the slim chances that she would make it through to the morning.

Belle's mother stayed by her weak filly, refusing to believe that she wouldn't make it. Refusing to admit that her baby would most likely die. At one point, an older mare (who had once lost her own foal) walked over to Belle's mother. The mare tried to convince her that it was best if she just walk away. But she did not budge.

The next morning, as a thin snow fall began, the filly stirred. It was only a small flick of the ear, but it was still something. The movement gave her mother hope. However, the others were still doubtful about the filly's survival. True, Belle had stirred. But the baby had yet to stand.

Night came once more. Christmas night. The moon hung full in the sky, the stars shining brighter than ever. Belle's mother looked skyward as the first of the bright lights appeared. The first star in the Christmas night. The mare remembered a song from her earlier years, and she recited it with the last sliver of hope that her filly would survive. "I wish I may. I wish I might. May I have this wish tonight." Then, the mare bent her head, touching her velvety nose to the cold forehead of her filly.

It was then that Belle opened her eyes, and using the small bit of strength that she had, pushed herself to her shaky legs. Belle's mother stood, neighing in cheer as the other mares gathered to witness the spectacle. Belle looked up at her mother, her eyes shining with the light of the stars above. And they were blue, like the ice cold chill that the filly had pushed through.

Needless to say, Belle's first Christmas was memorable. Mostly because her life all depended on that one wish. That one star. That one Christmas miracle.
If I won I want the quipping to be: Hmm, I would like this sort of quipping along her back and legs in white and a dark cream color. One her face and neck, I would like this sort of quipping in the same colors as mentioned.