[Tazmir]

Username: Lucky Strike <3
Name: Ailbe ((ALL-bay))
Gender: Male
Breedable: Yes

An Albino! Very Rare, and very shy!

[Inkeyu]

Username: Inkeyu

Name: Aspera (ahSPEARuh)

Personality: Aspera is a very shy, but sweet Taiga. He's not terribly trusting to begin with, but if you treat him gently and with respect, he will return it. Though shy, if you hurt anyone he holds dear, be prepared for the fight of your life. To protect those he cares about, he would fight to the death.

Story:
As a young Taiga, Aspera was bullied by other Taiga, young and old alike, because he was colored differently. This made it hard for him to form bonds with others and is the reason he has a hard time being around others of his kind to this day. His inability to connect with other Taiga was only made more difficult by the fact that his mother had rejected him at birth. Despite these things and his already timid nature, he found a 'surrogate mother' in Luzifer, who raised him to be the gentile, loyal Taiga he is now. Now he is grown and ready for a new home. Because it is important to Luzifer to find a good, loving home for Aspera, they conducted a number of interviews to find the right person. There were a couple of great candidates, but the one that stuck out to her was a young girl by the name of Inkeyu. When she had come to see Aspira, she had seemed enthralled and awed by him and was gentile, seeming also to understand his wariness of her. She had, since her first visit, come a couple of times to check up on him and bring him some treats. Luzifer had even found a couple of drawings of him in front of his stall, with "I *heart* Aspira!" and "Ink & Aspira" written on them. She passed her background check(s), answered every question Luzifer had thrown at her, and even Aspira had seemed to like her a lot. So Luzifer called up Inkeyu and asked her to come over to talk. When Luzifer told her she would be the one to adopt Aspira, Inkeyu was extatic. "Thank you so very much!" She said, and gave Luzifer a huge hug before stepping quickly out to see her new Taiga.

Now, Aspira and Inkeyu are happy and every day is a new adventure!

((Art coming soon! XDD ))

[chestnutpelt]

Username: ~chestnutpelt
Name: ~cyber
Gender: Male
Breedable: Yes

An Albino! Very Rare, and very shy!

Username:chestnutpelt
Name:cyber
Personality:brave,yet nrvoud of hpw the wptld sees hoim
Story:cyber was born in a jungoe full of color,and his parents had left his egg like his species had been accustomed,even when he was an egg he was diffrent.his egg was black,no speckles or stripes.when he hatchedbhe was white.his siblings hatched 2 weeks before him and looked at him like a bad egg.he grew up being teased and tormented for being an albino but eventually learned that what they said was true.he was diffrent,but not bad,like they said.good,from that point on he knew he was meant for greatness

[Tazmir]

Bump.

[Lucky Strike <3]

Username: Lucky Strike <3
Name: Ailbe ((ALL-bay))
((From an old Irish word meaning "white"))
Personality:
No one really knows anything about Ailbe, being the lonely, solitaire type. He likes peace and quiet, the serenity of the wind blowing and natures best in the open fields and dark forests often ease his mind. This is often hard for him to do, his rare coat color often bringing either unwanted trouble or company, his deepest fear of being rejected often bringing out a bitter side that he tries so desperately to hide. With all of these things, he has a hidden side of a loving father. He loves those tiny, warm bundles of fur bodies of the little creatures.
Story:

He prodded along, keeping his head and tail high as he looked about with his ever shifting, red hues. He wasn't going anywhere in particular, just wandering on a well worn path, a daily trip he took just to stretch his legs and take in the fresh air.

As the mist curled from his wide nostrils, he turned his eyes forward and pricked his elegantly curved ears before coming to a stop. A sharp crack resounded from the path ahead that was followed by a small noise. He arched his neck and carefully moved forward, nostrils quivering, legs pulling high from the ground in a worried prance as he aimed his sparkling horn toward the noise. He was worried about what it could be, though it sounded trapped, it could be dangerous.

Upon reaching the source of the noise he stopped, astounded at what lay before him. Tangled in a mangle of brush and sharp sticks was a small foal, grey and dappled in color. She thrashed about a little more as the stallion approached, making small and desperate neighs as the sticks and sticky brush tugged at her velvety black mane and the delicate fur of her hide. She turned her baby blue eyes to him and he melted, the terrified sparkle in them wrenching at his heart.

He made a low, reassuring rumbling neigh as he leaned down and slowly began fishing the poor foal from the bramble. The process was slow, painful, and took a while but once she was free, she immediately clung to the stallion of whom freed her, rubbing her small head against his front legs. He touched his nose to her little nose and pricked his ears as he met her icy blue hues. She whinnied and bucked about, happy to be free from her prison, her long, black legs splayed in the air in a rear, her right front leg socked just to her fetlock.

He tossed his head and half reared in return before trotting forward, looking back at the little filly to make sure she was following. She ran forward on her awkward little legs, catching up to him as they began their journey to find her mother.

((Since I basically incorporated his 'story' in with his personality, I decided to write a little something that had happened to him recently, the first time he has had actual contact with another Taiga and the very first siting since he was hatched.))

[chestnutpelt]

who won?

[Tazmir]

Username: Lucky Strike <3
Name: Ailbe ((ALL-bay))
((From an old Irish word meaning "white"))
Personality:
No one really knows anything about Ailbe, being the lonely, solitaire type. He likes peace and quiet, the serenity of the wind blowing and natures best in the open fields and dark forests often ease his mind. This is often hard for him to do, his rare coat color often bringing either unwanted trouble or company, his deepest fear of being rejected often bringing out a bitter side that he tries so desperately to hide. With all of these things, he has a hidden side of a loving father. He loves those tiny, warm bundles of fur bodies of the little creatures.
Story:

He prodded along, keeping his head and tail high as he looked about with his ever shifting, red hues. He wasn't going anywhere in particular, just wandering on a well worn path, a daily trip he took just to stretch his legs and take in the fresh air.

As the mist curled from his wide nostrils, he turned his eyes forward and pricked his elegantly curved ears before coming to a stop. A sharp crack resounded from the path ahead that was followed by a small noise. He arched his neck and carefully moved forward, nostrils quivering, legs pulling high from the ground in a worried prance as he aimed his sparkling horn toward the noise. He was worried about what it could be, though it sounded trapped, it could be dangerous.

Upon reaching the source of the noise he stopped, astounded at what lay before him. Tangled in a mangle of brush and sharp sticks was a small foal, grey and dappled in color. She thrashed about a little more as the stallion approached, making small and desperate neighs as the sticks and sticky brush tugged at her velvety black mane and the delicate fur of her hide. She turned her baby blue eyes to him and he melted, the terrified sparkle in them wrenching at his heart.

He made a low, reassuring rumbling neigh as he leaned down and slowly began fishing the poor foal from the bramble. The process was slow, painful, and took a while but once she was free, she immediately clung to the stallion of whom freed her, rubbing her small head against his front legs. He touched his nose to her little nose and pricked his ears as he met her icy blue hues. She whinnied and bucked about, happy to be free from her prison, her long, black legs splayed in the air in a rear, her right front leg socked just to her fetlock.

He tossed his head and half reared in return before trotting forward, looking back at the little filly to make sure she was following. She ran forward on her awkward little legs, catching up to him as they began their journey to find her mother.

((Since I basically incorporated his 'story' in with his personality, I decided to write a little something that had happened to him recently, the first time he has had actual contact with another Taiga and the very first siting since he was hatched.))

The idea is nice, i like the story and the personality you gave him.
Just one little thing ^^ Taigas do not 'hatch', they are botn just like real horses :3

[Lucky Strike <3]

Oh wow!! Thank you XD

And wow....I messed up there XD