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Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ:
~Nuclear_Angel~

Hᴏᴡ Mᴀɴʏ Bᴀʏᴏᴜ Kᴇʟᴘɪᴇs Dᴏ Yᴏᴜ Aʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ Oᴡɴ?:
One- Manchac (Stud | 3 years old | 17 and a 1/2 hh)

Just a side note on Manchac:
He was named after a bayou in southeast Louisiana.

Wʜᴀᴛ Is Iᴛ Tʜᴀᴛ Gʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ Yᴏᴜʀ Aᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ Aʙᴏᴜᴛ Tʜɪs Gɪʀʟ?:
Her warming color and her pinto markings. Especially the one on her face. I love how her markings complement her color and I adore how she has dark at the ends of her markings on her legs. Also the black around her mouth then how on her chin it's white. Then when I read her personalty I just feel in love with her. Because I can relate to her character and self being, since I tend to be a vary friendly person that likes to make people laugh and tend to do that. Also the bubble part too 'cause you rarely find me in a bad mood, random yes, and just a happy person for the most part. Say if she was a human and real I believe that me and her would be really good friends. Me and her also share the love of nature. I rather be alone and out in the country where there is more land for nature then in a big noisy city fighting for room with the only beauty being graffiti walls.

Wʜᴀᴛ Is Yᴏᴜʀ Pʟᴀɴs Wɪᴛʜ Tʜɪs Gɪʀʟ?:
Well I'm hoping that she will let Manchac in and can get along so they can be friends or even be each others adopted sibling. But if they can't mange that I still wish to own her and give her a forever home for the rest of mine and her life.




Wʜᴀᴛ Sʜᴀʟʟ Yᴏᴜ Nᴀᴍᴇ Tʜɪs Kᴇʟᴘɪᴇ?:
She will be known to all by 'Donoma'.
The origin of Donoma is from the roots of Native Americans. It translates to 'Sight Of The Sun'.
|Duh-no-ma|

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:
Mare

Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ:
14.3 hh

Aɢᴇ:
She is roughly around three or four years old.




Wʜᴀᴛ Dᴏᴇs Sʜᴇ Lɪᴋᴇ?:
✓ Quietness
✓ Warm sunny days
✓ Being alone at times
✓ Life of all kinds
✓ True friendship
✓ Making others laugh and smile


Wʜᴀᴛ Aʀᴇ Sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢs Sʜᴇ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs?:
✗ Rudeness
✗ Blood and gore
✗ Cruelty
✗ Fighting
✗ Hurting others
✗ Feeling like she is trapped


Wʜᴀᴛ Is Hᴇʀ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ?:

This girl is very clever, although not cunning, she's smart, but not sinister.. She likes the peace of nature, and the unity of all kinds of life. She can be a bit solitary at times, but is always open to visitors.

She is friendly and bubbly, and can always make you laugh,
and she has been known for the spirit of friendship.

Sᴛᴏʀʏ:

It was a beautiful warm sunny day. The temperature was just right, the wind would blow lightly off and on, and the sun was at it's highest peak. Trees in the Bayou keep things shaded. No matter where you stand you where never the less 50 feet away you where from water. This place in time is where the first known story of Donoma begins..

A small group of Bayou Kelpies that are located around the southeast Bayou area were grazing. The leader of the group ears flickered at the sound of cries from something in stress. Soon the other members of the little group heard the cries too. All of their heads came up from the ground. Their eyes searched for where the noise was coming from. Some were uneasy by the cries worried they might call a predator. The leader moved toward the cries and nickered lowly. He came to a stop at a very small cliff. The ground below was only about 4 feet down. The cries were louder now. He peeked his head over the cliff and to his amazement sat a lonely foal.

The little foal saw him and she cried louder pleading for help. The other herd members came up behind the leader. Some had just enough room to squeeze past and see the foal for themselves. Most awed at the sight of her. They soon noticed that the baby girl's left hoof was entangled in a old crawdad trap that was stuck on a root growing out of the ground. It must have got untangled and washed out into the depths of the Bayou to never to be seen again by a human. The foal tried to stand up but was anchored down by the trap. She whinnied to the ones standing above her. The leader nickered back to her in a sign of kindness and made his way down to help her free. He was followed by the others.

The foal was over joyed when they made it down to her. Her cries for help turned to whinnies of joy. Her eyes where filled with life. Even tho she was stuck in the marsh with her hoof tangled up. There was no telling how long she had been there. She was covered in mud and her hair was all knotted up. Not mention she was starving. But that didn't matter no more to her. She was just glad that someone had found her and was there to help. The stallion look the crawdad trap over and snorted as if to rid the evil. A mare in his herd came over to the foal smelling her over. She gently licked her cheek cleaning some of the mud away. This mare was vary nurturing. She moved over to the stallion looking with him at the trap. The mare pawed at but not to hard to hurt the foal's hoof. She nickered to the young one to wiggle her hoof as she pushed the trap down.

The little one did so and lucky enough her hoof came out. Her hoof hit the ground and she was over joyed. She whinnied loudly and kicked up mud. The mud flew through the air and landed on the leaders face. The mud had splatter on his face and all over him. Other members of the herd laughed and eventually he did too. The foal was soon greeted by a young colt. With out a dought he was the nurturing mare's son. His name was Manchac. He playfully nipped at her ear and she in return nipped his back. The group smiled in awe of the two playing. The stallion decided it was time for every to get cleaned up. So he led them to a part of the Bayou where the water was clear and running.

The mare that helped the foal made sure she followed. The little girl had no problem at doing that. Her and Manchac played on the way there. His white fur now muddy from hers. When the group got to their detestation the two little ones ran for the water. Everyone was smiling and laughing; just having a good time. SPLASH! The two young ones hit the water. They ran about in the shallow water. During all of this playing the little foal they had help had disappeared. Manchac had alerted his mother to her absences. The loving mare turned frantic as she started the search for the foal. She called to her over and over but there were no replies.

Finely a half hour into her search for the foal a whinny cried out above where the herd was. On top of a tall cliff stood the young girl. Her fur was clean now. The sun beaming down behind her and made her coat seem even more warming and friendly. Her adopted mother looked up to her when she heard the whinny. Her worries faded away into a smile when she seen the foal. The word "Donoma" rolled off her lips.

From then on the little foal was known as Donoma. As days, weeks, and months became a year Donoma grew into a fine filly and her adopted brother 'Manchac' grew into a well rounded colt. The two had their own personalities but always got along. Donoma started to journey away from the group more often now. But she would always come back. Manchac tended to stay with the group.

When Donoma went out she just needed time a lone to enjoy the beauty of life and nature. She always found the beauty in everything no matter how ugly it might seem to others. She also enjoyed the little Bayou critters and their company when she went out. Birds would catch a ride sometimes on her back and would groom her fur. Buckeyes, Gulf Fritillarys, Viceroys, and Giant Swallowtails fluttered close by her.

But as years grew her and Manchac grew older and older. One day Manchac journeyed out by himself. A few days latter he returned. Every time he would go out he would take longer to come back. Till one day he didn't. Soon after he left Donoma desired to start a life of her own too. Saying her farewells to the herd that saved her life and the one that took her under her protection. She set out leaving only hoof prints of her past. But the memories she kept close to her heart.

Where a story ends a new one begins. Donoma now lives by herself, roaming the Bayous, and righting her new story. She runs into others off and on. None never stay to long; but she likes it that way even tho she enjoys the company. She likes that she can meet new beings and make new friends. Sometimes she runs into her adopted brother Manchac. They still get along very well and sometimes relive their younger years as a foal. Running and playing. But like before they part their ways. The only thing that she has not parted her ways from is the love of nature.

~The end.

Aʀᴛ:
This one is made by me.

I did my best on this one to get a color that match her fur and if the markings look a little of it's because I did this one by memory of what she looked like.

Donoma running with Manchac through vary shallow water.

[perros1234]

Username:
perros1234

Kelpie Name:
Pangea
{pronuced, Pan-Geea} Nicknamed Pan. <3

Kelpie age:
8 years old.

Kelpie Height:
14.3

Story:
{This will be a story on how my own Bayou Kelpie, Chinook meets Pan, as I like to call her. I hope you like it. }
Pangea turned her head head, and set her golden eyes on a swamp swallow that fluttered from branch to branch. She smiled warmly at her friend, Chipper. He was "disabled" and had crippled wings, meaning he could flutter for a couple seconds, but he couldn't fly, instead Chipper enjoyed taking a ride with her.
Chipper chirped, and managed to flap his way, landing on her head. Pangea rolled her eyes up, and smile. She contuined trudging through the swamp.
The blue sky peeked out from behind the leafy branches of the few trees that towered over the marsh.
Wip


Art:
Will do some traditionally. So at the moment this section is a Wip.

Extras:
{Just so you can find them easily c:}
Well, I alway imagine Pangea with the cutest little Swamp Sparrow flutttering around her head, like a little companion. Of course, I will change that if it's not allowed. c: His name is Chipper, and his wings are crippled so he can't fly, so he can be found catching a ride on Pangea.
Other:

[alphatoros]

The Flight Of Love

Username: alphatoros
Kelpie Name: The Flight Of Love {Tania for short}
Kelpie age: 5 years
Kelpie Height: 14.3
Story: She was born different. Everything about her was different. But that's why she was loved by everyone. All the Kelpies would watch her with interest, and when she was young she had many friends. She fought for her life, went back to save others, and always looked after them. Now, She is older and protects all the ones she knows and loves.
Art: Wip
Other: She is an amazing creature! If I win her, she will be my first. I hope this dream comes true!

[Maliera]

Username: Valiea
Kelpie Show Name: A Promise of Joy
Kelpie Name: Joy
Kelpie age:8
Kelpie Height: 14.3
Story: she was born in a field surrounded by family, horses. As she grew she began to understand the world going on around her. she was amazed at its beauty and horrified at how cruel it could be. there were many other foals in the herd and she mady friends quckly, though she was shy and tryed not to get in their way.
(ugg writers block >.<) and ill have to later
Art: ill have to do it tomorrow morning :) to tired now
(an
Other: OMG love <3

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Guys please look at the BK History!
Humans are not involved and are actually very much avoided- Meaning no farms or being ridden.

Thank you!

[perros1234]

Would extras be allowed?

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yes

[Nuclear_Angel]

Usᴇʀɴᴀᴍᴇ:
~Nuclear_Angel~

Hᴏᴡ Mᴀɴʏ Bᴀʏᴏᴜ Kᴇʟᴘɪᴇs Dᴏ Yᴏᴜ Aʟʀᴇᴀᴅʏ Oᴡɴ?:
One- Manchac (Stud | 3 years old | 17 and a 1/2 hh)

Just a side note on Manchac:
He was named after a bayou in southeast Louisiana.

Wʜᴀᴛ Is Iᴛ Tʜᴀᴛ Gʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ Yᴏᴜʀ Aᴛᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ Aʙᴏᴜᴛ Tʜɪs Gɪʀʟ?:
Her warming color and her pinto markings. Especially the one on her face. I love how her markings complement her color and I adore how she has dark at the ends of her markings on her legs. Also the black around her mouth then how on her chin it's white. Then when I read her personalty I just feel in love with her. Because I can relate to her character and self being, since I tend to be a vary friendly person that likes to make people laugh and tend to do that. Also the bubble part too 'cause you rarely find me in a bad mood, random yes, and just a happy person for the most part. Say if she was a human and real I believe that me and her would be really good friends. Me and her also share the love of nature. I rather be alone and out in the country where there is more land for nature then in a big noisy city fighting for room with the only beauty being graffiti walls.

Wʜᴀᴛ Is Yᴏᴜʀ Pʟᴀɴs Wɪᴛʜ Tʜɪs Gɪʀʟ?:
Well I'm hoping that she will let Manchac in and can get along so they can be friends or even be each others adopted sibling. But if they can't mange that I still wish to own her and give her a forever home for the rest of mine and her life.




Wʜᴀᴛ Sʜᴀʟʟ Yᴏᴜ Nᴀᴍᴇ Tʜɪs Kᴇʟᴘɪᴇ?:
She will be known to all by 'Donoma'.
The origin of Donoma is from the roots of Native Americans. It translates to 'Sight Of The Sun'.
|Duh-no-ma|

Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ:
Mare

Hᴇɪɢʜᴛ:
14.3 hh

Aɢᴇ:
She is roughly around three or four years old.




Wʜᴀᴛ Dᴏᴇs Sʜᴇ Lɪᴋᴇ?:
✓ Quietness
✓ Warm sunny days
✓ Being alone at times
✓ Life of all kinds
✓ True friendship
✓ Making others laugh and smile


Wʜᴀᴛ Aʀᴇ Sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢs Sʜᴇ Dɪsʟɪᴋᴇs?:
✗ Rudeness
✗ Blood and gore
✗ Cruelty
✗ Fighting
✗ Hurting others
✗ Feeling like she is trapped


Wʜᴀᴛ Is Hᴇʀ Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ?:

This girl is very clever, although not cunning, she's smart, but not sinister.. She likes the peace of nature, and the unity of all kinds of life. She can be a bit solitary at times, but is always open to visitors.

She is friendly and bubbly, and can always make you laugh,
and she has been known for the spirit of friendship.

Sᴛᴏʀʏ:

It was a beautiful warm sunny day. The temperature was just right, the wind would blow lightly off and on, and the sun was at it's highest peak. Trees in the Bayou keep things shaded. No matter where you stand you where never the less 50 feet away you where from water. This place in time is where the first known story of Donoma begins..

A small group of Bayou Kelpies that are located around the southeast Bayou area were grazing. The leader of the group ears flickered at the sound of cries from something in stress. Soon the other members of the little group heard the cries too. All of their heads came up from the ground. Their eyes searched for where the noise was coming from. Some were uneasy by the cries worried they might call a predator. The leader moved toward the cries and nickered lowly. He came to a stop at a very small cliff. The ground below was only about 4 feet down. The cries were louder now. He peeked his head over the cliff and to his amazement sat a lonely foal.

The little foal saw him and she cried louder pleading for help. The other herd members came up behind the leader. Some had just enough room to squeeze past and see the foal for themselves. Most awed at the sight of her. They soon noticed that the baby girl's left hoof was entangled in a old crawdad trap that was stuck on a root growing out of the ground. It must have got untangled and washed out into the depths of the Bayou to never to be seen again by a human. The foal tried to stand up but was anchored down by the trap. She whinnied to the ones standing above her. The leader nickered back to her in a sign of kindness and made his way down to help her free. He was followed by the others.

The foal was over joyed when they made it down to her. Her cries for help turned to whinnies of joy. Her eyes where filled with life. Even tho she was stuck in the marsh with her hoof tangled up. There was no telling how long she had been there. She was covered in mud and her hair was all knotted up. Not mention she was starving. But that didn't matter no more to her. She was just glad that someone had found her and was there to help. The stallion look the crawdad trap over and snorted as if to rid the evil. A mare in his herd came over to the foal smelling her over. She gently licked her cheek cleaning some of the mud away. This mare was vary nurturing. She moved over to the stallion looking with him at the trap. The mare pawed at but not to hard to hurt the foal's hoof. She nickered to the young one to wiggle her hoof as she pushed the trap down.

The little one did so and lucky enough her hoof came out. Her hoof hit the ground and she was over joyed. She whinnied loudly and kicked up mud. The mud flew through the air and landed on the leaders face. The mud had splatter on his face and all over him. Other members of the herd laughed and eventually he did too. The foal was soon greeted by a young colt. With out a dought he was the nurturing mare's son. His name was Manchac. He playfully nipped at her ear and she in return nipped his back. The group smiled in awe of the two playing. The stallion decided it was time for every to get cleaned up. So he led them to a part of the Bayou where the water was clear and running.

The mare that helped the foal made sure she followed. The little girl had no problem at doing that. Her and Manchac played on the way there. His white fur now muddy from hers. When the group got to their detestation the two little ones ran for the water. Everyone was smiling and laughing; just having a good time. SPLASH! The two young ones hit the water. They ran about in the shallow water. During all of this playing the little foal they had help had disappeared. Manchac had alerted his mother to her absences. The loving mare turned frantic as she started the search for the foal. She called to her over and over but there were no replies.

Finely a half hour into her search for the foal a whinny cried out above where the herd was. On top of a tall cliff stood the young girl. Her fur was clean now. The sun beaming down behind her and made her coat seem even more warming and friendly. Her adopted mother looked up to her when she heard the whinny. Her worries faded away into a smile when she seen the foal. The word "Donoma" rolled off her lips.

From then on the little foal was known as Donoma. As days, weeks, and months became a year Donoma grew into a fine filly and her adopted brother 'Manchac' grew into a well rounded colt. The two had their own personalities but always got along. Donoma started to journey away from the group more often now. But she would always come back. Manchac tended to stay with the group.

When Donoma went out she just needed time a lone to enjoy the beauty of life and nature. She always found the beauty in everything no matter how ugly it might seem to others. She also enjoyed the little Bayou critters and their company when she went out. Birds would catch a ride sometimes on her back and would groom her fur. Buckeyes, Gulf Fritillarys, Viceroys, and Giant Swallowtails fluttered close by her.

But as years grew her and Manchac grew older and older. One day Manchac journeyed out by himself. A few days latter he returned. Every time he would go out he would take longer to come back. Till one day he didn't. Soon after he left Donoma desired to start a life of her own too. Saying her farewells to the herd that saved her life and the one that took her under her protection. She set out leaving only hoof prints of her past. But the memories she kept close to her heart.

Where a story ends a new one begins. Donoma now lives by herself, roaming the Bayous, and righting her new story. She runs into others off and on. None never stay to long; but she likes it that way even tho she enjoys the company. She likes that she can meet new beings and make new friends. Sometimes she runs into her adopted brother Manchac. They still get along very well and sometimes relive their younger years as a foal. Running and playing. But like before they part their ways. The only thing that she has not parted her ways from is the love of nature.

~The end.

Aʀᴛ:
This one is made by me.

I did my best on this one to get a color that match her fur and if the markings look a little of it's because I did this one by memory of what she looked like.

Donoma running with Manchac through vary shallow water.

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