[wibeke]

Here's an arctic zeyama for adoption. Note the long fur on the neck and the lighter, more spread out striping.
Because of the longer fur on his neck, this zeyama would likely be an outcast. Because his striping also covers his shoulders and lighter stripes cover his back though, they stand a chance at being accepted by a herd, but would still be less likely to get a mate.
There is a benefit to the extra fur though. With more fur protecting it's body, this zeyama is much less prone to freezing than others of it's species. If it can be accepted by a herd, it will stand a good chance to living to an old age.

Please remember to read the info thread before applying.

To apply simply fill out the form below and I will choose a winner on Saturday, December 4th.

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You may draw a picture, write a story, make a poem, whatever. Just show me that you will take care of it.

[mirage.]

Username: Kiki.Mirage
Zeyama's name: Saunders
Why you want it: He's absolutely gorgeous, the species is adorable, and I overall really like him. <3
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WIP! C:

[iPawki]

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WIP ^^

[Winterfaux]

Username: Bk13
Zeyama's name: Leon
Why you want it:
Well the species is very creative and incredibly clever, mixing the two most infamous equine type critters, genius! Anyway my little pack of misfit animals is slowly growing in size and he would make a perfect edition to it ^^ I love that he is arctic and I was holding out for one because I wanted a Zeyama that I would click with. Me being the pale outcast of my school it works really well XD
Personality:
An introvert, because of his odd looks he tends to keep to himself, like a soft spoken little eskimo. While normally polite and quaint, he also tends to get nervous very easily and is super shy. Around friends or others that he trusts he still remains relatively quiet however when needed he will listen for hours on end. Some view him as a 'teddy bear'; quiet, but lovable, and easy to hug and talk to. In other words a great comfort. His downfall, although, is any kind of confrontation. Whether it be physical or verbal, when called out this fluffy little Zeyama will back down and submit immediately.
History:
Both his father and mother had been arctic Zeyama, living in in the North. However once his mother, who's name was Lalani, became pregnant with little Leon they decided to leave the harsh winter land of their home and find a warmer climate.
After a few months of traveling the developing family came across a small herd of savahna Zeyama. These Zeyama were wary of the strange colors that the intruding family adorned and in turn at first rejected them. However when Leon's father pleaded with the herd to allow them to stay the biggest male of the group obliged but on one condition.
The small group had gathered for the mating season however the females were nervous to begin with the breeding because a lion had taken up residence nearby and they feared for their and their baby's lives. The group was small and could not afford to lose any of the males for protection purposes, as a result Leon's father was assigned to go kill or chase off the lion and assure the groups safety.
This was an impossible task for a single Zeyama and Lalani pleaded with her mate to not accept. However in the warmth of the night Leon's father made a further deal with the large male, if he went to go rid the area of the lion and did not survive, they would take in Lalani and protect her until the baby was born. The male agreed and the small family spent their last night together. The next morning before Lalani awoke, her mate left to carry out his end of the deal. He was gone until the sun had almost made it's full journey across the sky, Lalani stood waiting all day for her mate to return to her; when night fell one of the younger females coaxed Lalani to rest and assured her the herd would send a search party in the morning.
And that they did, a party of three males set out to search for the missing Zeyama and found him as well as the lion shortly after noon, or at least, what was left.
Leon's father had found the den of the beast the day before and discovered it at the time of a cat nap. It lay inside it's den, the golden mane glistned like fire in the noon sunlight. It's den consisted of a cave dug out of the side of one of the few small mountains in the savahna. With a cat like silence himself, the arctic Zeyama climbed atop the outside of the cave and found a boulder small enough that he could move but large enough to crush an animal, even a lion. After a few near falls that would surely have killed him, the determined soon to be father positioned the rock above the entrance of the den. It was dusk by this time, and the cat was soon to wake and go hunt, however he had eaten his last meal. As the sun dipped below the flat horizon the lion stalked out from his den and took a deep breath of the cooling air. What Leon's father did not expect was for the cat to catch his scent. The lion turned to see the balacing Zeyama on top of his den with the boulder in front of him. With a furious roar that shook the very rock Leon's father stood on the lion leapt towards his prey, claws fully extended. At that same moment the determined Zeyama reared back and pushed the boulder forward, sending it down with a great groan of reluctance. However he was too late, the lion had his back leg in a death grip that even death couldn't undo. The boulder hit the lion, killing him instantly, but his claws were still imbeded in the leg of the helpless Zeyama and both predator and prey plummeted down to their final resting places.
The party returned with the news of the death and sent Lalani into a great state or dispair. She refused to speak for the remainder of her pregnancy, a vigil for her dead mate. Even after Leon was born he remained nameless for the first few weeks of his life due to his mothers silence. One of the males that had stayed with his mate had been on the search party and took it upon himself to name the young light colored Zeyama. Because of his light, pale golden color and his fathers bravery the male named him Leon which in fact meant lion.
As he grew his mother seemed to grow little by little as well, she spoke but only to her son and most of the speaking she did was about her mate. How brave and loving he was, and how he had given his life to save theirs. Leon learned much about his father from his mother and learned to idolize the brave figure and strive to attain that level of courage. Unfortunately he never could, his mother stopped speaking once again and Leon blamed himself for not having listened enough. He too spoke very little and became very shy for fear of letting down the ones he loved.
At a young age, Leon left his mother and went out on his own, traveling wherever the road led him, searching for a being that he could learn to love and protect just as his father had.
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A savahna born Zeyama's first snowy steps =3
His head is a little big =/
Sorry if I went a little overboard ^^'

[Skylarr.]

Username: Minnie:)
Zeyama's name: Jae.
Why you want it: this species is very unique and clever, and may i add very very cute. C: out of all of them you have made, jae is by far my favorite. i would love to own a Zeyama and i promise if i do get to own this love, he will be cared for and everything. i may even write about him if i get some time! ^^
Personality:
shy;

loner;

depressed;

intelligent;

strong;

History:
Other: i promise he will be used and will not collect dust. if you ever decide to create a roleplay, i will join. he will get art from me and others from the best of my ability.

<3

[Rainfeather1245]

Username: Rainfeather1245
Zeyama's name: Sibyria
Why you want it: Your Zeyamas are beautiful creatures, and I would love to have one. It would be so fun doing art of a Zeyama of my own! =D
Personality: Sibyria is kind and playful, but is sometimes shy. She
History:
Sibyria's mother and father were part of a small group of Arctic Zeyamas. Her parents and the rest of the group traveled from the ice fields to the tundra to raise their offspring. A fierce blizzard seperated Sibyria's mother from the rest of the herd. Soon after that, an artic wolf had attacked Sibyria's mother. Her mother managed to fight off the wolf, but had given birth prematurely. Sibyria was born small and weak, and her mother had to fight for her survival. Unlike other Zeyamas, Sibyria was too weak to stand after birth. Her mother had to stand guard night and day for a week until Sibyria was strong enough to stand. Despite her early troubles, Sibyria grew rapidly. She frolicked around the frozen tundra hills and watched the Musk Ox grazing from a distance. She splashed through the small stream and nibbled at the few tufts of grass sticking up from the snow.

Sibyria was barely one month old when the caribou migration arrived. Millions of caribou covered the tundra. Her mother grew anxious, as she was afraid of another wolf attack. They stayed by the stream for two more days until Sibyria's mother gave into her fears and followed the caribou. The caribou calves were jumpy and did not make good playmates for Sibyria. Her days were filled with endless walking, the only breaks were when she nursed from her mother. Many wolves attacked the migration, but few tried to catch Sibyria. The wolves went for the sick that were at the back of the group. They travelled for over a month, crossing frigid streams and small clusters of trees. Sibyria's mother spotted a small group of Mountain Zeyamas, and tried to join them. At first, they weren't accepted, because they had thick neck hair. But eventually, the lead male accepted Sibyria and her mother. Sibyria was the only foal, as the other Zeyama females were still pregnant. By the time the other Zeyama calves were old enough to play, she was much bigger than them, and was eating a little grass. Her mother had become very short with Sibyria. It wan't long before her mother would not let her nurse at all. She had to eat grass to fill her hunger. Sibyria grew healthy and strong, and found that she had some newfound instincts. Insticnt told her to leave the group and travel north to the icefields, where the predators were scarce. Her new instincts also told her to break the salt ice to find frozen seaweed and other food inside. Sibyria started looking for a permanent group to join, but the only group she had found had rejected her because of her thick neck fur. If only I could look after her...

Other: Fanart of Sibyria:

[Dark.]

Username: Barneyrocks
Zeyama's name: Zebedee
Why you want it: Love the zeyamas <3
Personality: Zebedee is a thick skinned male, he takes anything on the chin and not many insults get to him. He is quite likely to fight off or completly ignore comments of ridicule which he is prone too.
History: Zebedee had been ridiculed his whole exitense, he simply had too much fur. His father, the leader, of the herd was disgusted at the thing he had created however Zeb's mother pleaded to keep him in the heard, however, Zebedee always felt like an outcast, so grew up to be hard-headed, independant, elusive and short tempered. One winter it was the coldest winter they'd ever had. The poor zeyama herd were freezing cold, finding no caves or hollows to shetlter in, but Zeb was warm it was as if nothing had changed. A young female of Zeb's age became gravely ill with hypothermia. Noone could help her, except Zeb, he laid with her and kept her warm and eventually when the winter had blown over, she was all right again. This is how zebedee made his first friend, Zyra, who was destined to become his mate.
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