[Kitsyn]

Saw a honey gene ref, thought I'd give it a go ^^
Will make more honey beauties soon <3

Going to have a few things in her form. Tell me if she is wild or domestic, and based on that what is her personality like? Also depending on which you pick, what is a normal day like for her? 250 words for personality and 400 words for her day.
Will end on Saturday, January 10.

Sigh I told myself I won't try for any more at the moment but she is beautiful If I win the Unwrap Me equid I'll let her go but if not, here goes!

Username: Tarra
Equid's Name: Sunroe
Age: 7 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.1 hh
Wild or Domestic: Wild
Personality:
Sunroe is in many ways your typical everymare. She is a solid member of the herd: dutiful and responsible, caring for her herdmates' welfare as any good equid does. Impressions aside however, she is also known for her calmness and her surprisingly strong powers of observation. In crises such as a violent snowstorm or flight from a predator she keeps her head and her cool, often leading the herd as she picks the best escape routes or sheltering spots. She is very perceptive: often the first to spot a hidden predator or notice if herd members are hiding an injury. Or, for that matter, nursing a secret liking for another equid. Few things escape Sunroe's notice, though she is usually discreet enough not to mention things if she feels it would embarrass someone else.

Strengths aside, Sunroe does have her quirks too: notably her lack of patience for rambunctious youngsters and her extreme shyness around stallions. She tolerates yearlings well enough as they're the sons and daughters of her friends and fellow herd members; but she takes no nonsense from them and won't hesitate to emphasize it with a sharp nip. And doubly so if they try to tease or giggle at her nervousness quietness around males. Sunroe isn't afraid of stallions, just painfully self-conscious. She usually gets on well enough with the ones she is familiar with; but when speaking to a strange stallion she almost always stammers, stutters and just plain trips over her own feet.
(248 words)

Answer:
It dawned cold and windy on a midwinter landscape, frigid with white and snow. Sunroe had slept little - she'd spent the night beside a yearling, and he had been restless. As the sun rose, the herd uncurled from their cuddled poises, stretching and frisking to work the cold from stiff limbs, necks and shoulders. They meandered to the nearby stream and took tentative sips from the water, just beginning to warm with the sun. And after that, it was time to begin grazing their way to the upper pastures.

Not that the yearlings did much grazing: they were bouncing around and butting each other and the adults. Sunroe whiffed at them in annoyance - after a night of foal-minding she wasn't inclined to patience. It was then, snorting a rebuke at one of them, that she spotted the mountain lion just beyond him. She squealed an alarm and the herd startled, wheeling like a flock of birds to bolt back down the mountain. Sunroe ran ahead, hoof falls light on the rock as they scrambled down crags and careened over scree. Minutes passed before they stopped and found the lion had not followed; perhaps it hadn't been hunting, but always better safe than sorry. Spooked, Sunroe was vehement against going back up the same path, and the rest agreed - they headed for one of the nearer pastures instead.

It was mid-day by the time they reached it, having stopped many times along the way to feed. In winter any forage was taken gratefully. Fortunately the weather had held fine today, and Sunroe basked in happiness at having made a rare find: an entire bush full of leaves, enough not only for her but also a few other herdmates. As the herd began grazing the rough, worn pasture grass, she sought out a close friend and they spent a pleasant afternoon grooming, minding the yearlings or just standing nose to tail dozing.

They began the trip down the mountain later that afternoon, seeking a sheltered spot for the night. A large overhang beside the trail offered it; and the herd spread out nearby to do some final grazing before huddling for the night. Sunroe, standing sentry in the last light of day, watched the sun set and decided that, tonight, she would make sure she did not end up next to any of the yearlings.
(396 words)

[huskyhiccups]

marking to see who wins uvu
Good luck everyone, sitting this one out. x

[Amethysts]

Username: Amethysts.
Equid's Name: Evelyn; also goes by Riot.
Age: 4 Years Old.
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.1 hh
Wild or Domestic: Domestic.
Personality:
Answer:

WiP until tomorrow u-u

[Idem]

Username: Idem
Equid's Name: Taza
Age:  7 years
Gender:  Mare
Height: 14.1 hh
Wild or Domestic: Wild
Personality: Taza is an incredibly wild, spirited equid. She spends most of her day running through the low mountain foothills and deserts, running with her friends and herd or with a red-tailed hawk she befriended years ago. She lives in the deserts of Santa Clara, UT, USA, where many people live, but she has avoided people for 7 years quite successfully, and plans to keep it that way.
Answer:

To be completed when I get to a computer uwu

[rinnly]

Username: Rinnly
Equid's Name: Cortsa
Age: 2 years
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.1 hh
Wild or Domestic: one hundred and ten percent wild. She's heard of domestic equids, but is miles from even getting a glimpse at such a restrained life.
Personality: Having such freedom as a wild equid, she's always relentless, and nearly never regrets her actions, for that is that past, and now is the future! She's probably the biggest optimist you'll see, and she's always prancing about in newly found fields over flowing with flowers and vegitation, to splashing through streams and clear ponds, spraying everyone, or even prancing around on steep cliffs and worrying the herd with her dangerous actions. As sweet and oblivious as she is, she a huge dare-devil and is as stubborn as a bull. She'll fight for what she thinks is right, and may get into a couple tussles on the way due to her bold personality. Yet, even if she's the one who was wrong, she'll prance on off with a smile, and a gleeful glitter in her rich navy eyes. She annoys the stallion of her choice, almost in a childish manner, when she see's the right stallion, of course. swaying and stealing glances at him.. But, of course, such a thing hasn't popped up just yet. The honey colored mare is quite blunt and rarely regrets her possibly hurtful statements, for she was grown to not to tell a lie, but may've taken it to far..
Besides her moderately negative traits, she's sweet and lush with helpful energy, and if any one is in need, she's there with a smile on her face and a preparative stanse to her body. She's quite helpful during both emotionally, and commonly physically, forged problems. She's a stickler for hesitation, and will try her best to help that equid out of their inept, worried state at all costs. She's basically a loveable motherly figure, with a blunt twist to her.
A plain ol' mare who will do her best to preserve and love both nature and her fellow equids.
Answer: A normal day? no such thing for Cortsa!
Everyday is new, and fresh with new destinies and adventures!
She's always up in everyone's business, figuring out new things and pondering them for quite a while at a time. She can be deemed obnoxious in the morning because of her whining and groaning, but once it hits noon, she's prepared and full of energy. At what appears in her eyes as noon, she'll scramble up at the front of the herd, flouncing around with a skip to her stride and once a newly discovered landform is found, it's game on for her. From scaling up a steep dip in a mountain to rolling around and flattening flowers to even soaking herself to the bone from bucking around in a lake or a river just to wake up the stragglers. She finds herself wandering off paths, and bathing quietly just from the incessant pounding of a waterfall right ahead, usually laying down comfortably in the clean waters of a spring or warming herself under the warm rays of sun, or occasionally splashing about, happily lonesome as she prances about under the rain, and giggles at every crack of thunder.
She'll usually stay out late, until the sun has set, and it's fading rays disappear, only fading brigt colors lingering on the horizon, and all is settle down for the night. She'll hide out in the shadows, sneaking about, light footedly and will slowly make her way through out the vegition, inquiring to the steely navy Sky, freckled with distant stars she pretends to reach, and wobbles her way back home, bedding down for the night, and staring up at the dark sky until her mind drifts into a curious sleep, and a new day begins not long later..

[ruberiot]

Dropping out.

[the legend leg]

Username: legend.
Equid's Name: Malika- Uzbek for "golden"
Age: 9 years but doesnt looka day over 1.
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.1 hh
Wild or Domestic: She is truely domestic- born and raised- but her owner has more trust in her than anyone, so he lets her roam freely through the woods.
Personality: Mally is sweet, but can be salty too, especially when you dont expect it, less rarely though. As she is getting older each day, she find new adventures to overcome, but as curiosity kills the cat, it kills her to. Once someone gets to know her, truly, they usually get stuck to her, even more so the foals. Mally, can be extremely slow, especially at eat her food, but she will make her paces up with maybe a convincing argument, maybe even gets some free Honey Bunches of Oats- her favorite food. As she is older, but eats tons of food, she is pretty skinny.
Answer: Waking up to the warm rays of the sun, Mally yawns, gets up and streches, making sure to keep her old body flexibly. She trots out of her stall and finds her owner walking over to her stall.

"Hello Malika, hope you slept well, theres gonna be a big storm tonight!"

Mally neighed greeting him back, with a kick of the dirt complaining in her own way. She really doesnt like storms, but she does love the sound of rain drops on the roof of the barn. *drip* *drip* *drip*

"Well Im off, have a nice day!" her owner said with a pat on her neck and a scratch on her nose, she neighed him off.

Eating her oats in her own peacful world, she picked her head up with a jerk of her neck, her ears perked up listening to the rattling sound of giggles. She smerked," Okay come on out kids." Out came 1, 2, 3 foals. Trumpet, Oion, and Uon. As the young colts and fillies they are, they dont get their breakfast till later, and on a daily basis, the come to Mally to get a few bunches of oats, as she usually doesnt finish till later, and it holds them off till their own breakfast, so she doesnt have to hear yelling.

Lying down to take a her morning nap, she lies down in her favorite spot- a fluffy blanket over some medical issued bedding for her, as a birthday present from her owner. Its easier for her to get up from, to lie down into it, and gives her a better nights rest, or days rest, so help with her age. Loving the thought that ehr owner really loves love her over his other horses, direct quote, really gives her something to live for. <33

After about an hour or so, she sets off not the woods, but first playing with the foals and giving them a good daily laugh for her and them. Finding little adventures is somethign Mally can do oftne, but bigger ones like in search of a young kits mother or a special rock is harder on her body, but not on her mind. She really loves to challenge herself, keeping her mind straight.

As the sun now sets, Mally becomes tired and yawning every 5 minutes. She finds her way back to the ranch, into her stall, and lies down on her fluffy cloud, having sweet remembrance dreams of her past, young life.

[wajas]

Username: wajas
Equid's Name: Anastasia
Age: 4 years old
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.1 hh
Wild or Domestic: Wild
Personality: WIP
Answer: WIP
WIP

[ShadyBro]

Username: Alex1501
Equid's Name: Hani
Age: 4 Years
Gender: Mare
Height: 14.1 hh
Wild or Domestic: Domestic
Personality: Hani is a very sweet and docile mare. She has an old soul to her and seems very wise and respectable despite her young age. There are very few equids that dislike her chipper personality, though some do wish she was a little more outgoing. Sometimes Hani is a bit of a doormat, probably due to her being so laid-back, but when you really get her mad be ready for the sting of this little mares anger!
Answer: On most days, Hani is relaxing around the ranch with the rest of the herd. Shes never really up front with the big shots but she is enjoying the peace of hanging out with the quieter equids in the group. In the morning, she awakes from her night filled with dreams. After being released from her stall Hani immediately goes out to the field to claim her favorite grazing spot, right under the old willow tree by the creek all the way in the back of the field. She nibbles on the grasses around the gnarled roots of the tree, and as the other equids begin to trail out into the field she finds herself with a small group of friendly equids. Most of Hani's friends are herd elders, but a few are around her age. As the day grows old and the light begins to fade, the herd instinctively makes their way back to the barn. But Hani stays behind a moment longer than the rest. She pauses under her willow tree, the branches twirling in the breeze, and she gazes through them toward the darkening sky. The pin pricks of light from the overhanging moon and stars begins to shine through the leaves into her blue eyes, illuminating her stare. When the rancher begins banging the feed buckets on the fence gates however, the midnight spell is broken, and Hani makes her way to the barn in hopes she can relive the trance once again the next day.

[spring.]

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