[midnight133]

Username: SerenWish
WTE Name: Eolais Ceann "Lais"- Name means "Knowing One" in Old Irish.
WTE Age: 3 1/2 Years
WTE Gender: Female
WTE Personality: Wise beyond her years, Lais is not one to engage in small talk often. She is rather blunt when talking with other Equines, especially those from her own age group. She carries herself with great care and diginity, and can appear stuck-up from afar. But if one looks closer, they can see her imperfections- that her ears and tail flicks when she talks to colts her age, that she snorts a lot after she mispronounces some word. She dislikes being looked down upon, or being made a fool of- she offers factual information often, but avoids speaking her feelings or opinions. She seems cold, but in reality she's just rather awkward and relies on knowledge to get her through conversations.
WTE Height: 14hh
Art:
The sun filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows over the spongy ground, rich with decaying leaves that had lay there for seasons. Ferns brushed against a russet coat, white streaks glowing faintly as a creature, lean-built like a gazelle, picked her way through the foliage, into the more shadowy depths of the rainforest. Her storm-colored eyes were narrowed in thought as she stepped with confident strides, eager to get away from the clearing. While her body language seemed to radiate self-confidence and assurance, her insides were in turmoil. It felt like her gut was twisting up in her frame, almost like colic. She snorted faintly, trying to banish the confusion and jittery nerves as she picked up her pace to a light jog, her tail waving behind her like a banner, snapping a few times, a flag of her retreat, moving faintly from the breeze created by her trotting.
A fool, that's what he had made of her. She liked that colt, she thought him witty, yet now she could see that he was just as much a fool as what he had made of her. Spewing such ridiculous notions- she was not a... a stick in the mud, or whatever he had said! She had simply cautioned against the dangers of swimming in the Noxus River- there were leeches there, and nipping-fish. Was he addled? That must be the answer, for his to ignore her advice- her factual knowledge she had gathered herself from different sources! She snorted again, shaking her head hurriedly, her short mane becoming ruffled by a reaching twig of a branch, as she fled from the forest trail, picking her way through the quiet trees to someplace that was all her own.
She breathed out a sigh as she stepped through the low-hanging branches, ducking every low-hanging branch, knowing the route by heart. She could sleepwalk to this place- she knew every inch of her hollow. It was her own, where she could observe nature and study it, without the churning hooves or loud distracting calls of her peers.
Her muzzle crinkled at the thought of humiliation. Stick in the mud was hardly the worst thing he had called her- they had all laughed by the time he was done, and she was left standing there, stone-faced, while inwardly she felt the churning of nerves and the hot flush of embarrassment. It was an awful feeling, and she detested it- it was like a bunch of hairy-legged spiders were crawling about in her insides, wanting to get out, their venom making her feel hot, with her heart racing from the stress.
It was true that she wasn't the most...fun... Whip-tail... but surely they could see the value in knowledge? She knew so many things...but she did not understand them, or how to make them like her.
The young mare sniffed once, ducking her head under one last branch, feeling safe and secure in the embrace of her hiding place, a hollow walled in on all sides by thick mossy trunks, low growing shrubs, and a rock face on one side. It was safe from the storms that sometimes ravaged the jungle, it was safe from any possible attacker, but most importantly, it was safe from the emotions that plagued her on the outside. Here, she was calm. She was safe, she was warm, she was secure. This was where she belonged, in the silence, not milling about among the others.
She closed her eyes as she stood on the moss, trying to let the serenity wash over her, but some strange wall would not let her mind get rid of the deep-reaching humiliation she had suffered. She lay down, sinking onto the ground that was soft with both moss and grass, sniffing once, dark eyes like the skies far above the canopy studying a little blue-shelled beetle as it climbed over a stalk. She breathed in slowly, and spoke in a quiet voice.
"I wish to know what it is like, to have friends... outside the imaginary ones of this place..."

(I want to do art! But since Im travelling tomorrow, Im not sure... So I decided to write something. This is about Lais and her special hollow that makes her feel better- usually. She needs buddies. :C If I did get her, she would get lots of roleplaying attention...and friends!)
Genes: Red base: AA Sooty, Aa Bi stripe

[Hobbit Geek]

She is amazing

[midnight133]

Thanks

[Autotomy]

Username: Electrical-Guava
WTE name: Butterfly
WTE age: 8
WTE gender: Female
WTE personality:
WTE height: 14hh
Art:
Genes: Red base: AA sooty, Aa Bi stripe

Downright adorable! WIP <3

[The One & Only Vapor]

o3o Bird spots...-dies- I now have 6 mares and two stallions, bit I don't care. I must have her. X3

Username: WhiteWolfMoon
WTE name: Lechoso (Spanish for Milky)
WTE age: 6 years 8 months
WTE gender: female
WTE personality: Lechoso is a fair, wise, loving mare who lavishes nurturing care onto all. Cute and kind, Lechoso loves to have fun, although she is very shy. Quiet and smart, she is an honest mare who can be extremely joyous, miserable or furious yet never show it. This amkes her seem like she has almost a depressed air about her, but she really just loves to have fun. She has very good judgement (of character or otherwise) and can be on your side or against you with the same amount of feeling.
WTE height: 14hh
Art: WIP (will most likely be only a headshot though)
Story: Just one of her adventures x)

WIP, nearly finished though x3
Genes: Red base: AA sooty, Aa Bi stripe

[Anathomy]

Username: Pony§
WTE name: WIP
WTE age: 10
WTE gender: female
WTE personality: WIP
WTE height: 14hh
Art: WIP
Genes: Red base: AA sooty, Aa Bi stripe
i am out sorry

[Maliera]

nvm i suck at drawing today xD

[Autotomy]

Drawing my entry tonight! It shall be fabulous-ish. xD
If all else fails, I'll try to make up my usual cartoon style if I fail at realism. But I will have it up in 12 hours.

[SerenWish]

Username: SerenWish
WTE Name: Eolais Ceann "Lais"- Name means "Knowing One" in Old Irish.
WTE Age: 3 1/2 Years
WTE Gender: Female
WTE Personality: Wise beyond her years, Lais is not one to engage in small talk often. She is rather blunt when talking with other Equines, especially those from her own age group. She carries herself with great care and diginity, and can appear stuck-up from afar. But if one looks closer, they can see her imperfections- that her ears and tail flicks when she talks to colts her age, that she snorts a lot after she mispronounces some word. She dislikes being looked down upon, or being made a fool of- she offers factual information often, but avoids speaking her feelings or opinions. She seems cold, but in reality she's just rather awkward and relies on knowledge to get her through conversations.
WTE Height: 14hh
Art:
The sun filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows over the spongy ground, rich with decaying leaves that had lay there for seasons. Ferns brushed against a russet coat, white streaks glowing faintly as a creature, lean-built like a gazelle, picked her way through the foliage, into the more shadowy depths of the rainforest. Her storm-colored eyes were narrowed in thought as she stepped with confident strides, eager to get away from the clearing. While her body language seemed to radiate self-confidence and assurance, her insides were in turmoil. It felt like her gut was twisting up in her frame, almost like colic. She snorted faintly, trying to banish the confusion and jittery nerves as she picked up her pace to a light jog, her tail waving behind her like a banner, snapping a few times, a flag of her retreat, moving faintly from the breeze created by her trotting.
A fool, that's what he had made of her. She liked that colt, she thought him witty, yet now she could see that he was just as much a fool as what he had made of her. Spewing such ridiculous notions- she was not a... a stick in the mud, or whatever he had said! She had simply cautioned against the dangers of swimming in the Noxus River- there were leeches there, and nipping-fish. Was he addled? That must be the answer, for his to ignore her advice- her factual knowledge she had gathered herself from different sources! She snorted again, shaking her head hurriedly, her short mane becoming ruffled by a reaching twig of a branch, as she fled from the forest trail, picking her way through the quiet trees to someplace that was all her own.
She breathed out a sigh as she stepped through the low-hanging branches, ducking every low-hanging branch, knowing the route by heart. She could sleepwalk to this place- she knew every inch of her hollow. It was her own, where she could observe nature and study it, without the churning hooves or loud distracting calls of her peers.
Her muzzle crinkled at the thought of humiliation. Stick in the mud was hardly the worst thing he had called her- they had all laughed by the time he was done, and she was left standing there, stone-faced, while inwardly she felt the churning of nerves and the hot flush of embarrassment. It was an awful feeling, and she detested it- it was like a bunch of hairy-legged spiders were crawling about in her insides, wanting to get out, their venom making her feel hot, with her heart racing from the stress.
It was true that she wasn't the most...fun... Whip-tail... but surely they could see the value in knowledge? She knew so many things...but she did not understand them, or how to make them like her.
The young mare sniffed once, ducking her head under one last branch, feeling safe and secure in the embrace of her hiding place, a hollow walled in on all sides by thick mossy trunks, low growing shrubs, and a rock face on one side. It was safe from the storms that sometimes ravaged the jungle, it was safe from any possible attacker, but most importantly, it was safe from the emotions that plagued her on the outside. Here, she was calm. She was safe, she was warm, she was secure. This was where she belonged, in the silence, not milling about among the others.
She closed her eyes as she stood on the moss, trying to let the serenity wash over her, but some strange wall would not let her mind get rid of the deep-reaching humiliation she had suffered. She lay down, sinking onto the ground that was soft with both moss and grass, sniffing once, dark eyes like the skies far above the canopy studying a little blue-shelled beetle as it climbed over a stalk. She breathed in slowly, and spoke in a quiet voice.
"I wish to know what it is like, to have friends... outside the imaginary ones of this place..."

(I want to do art! But since Im travelling tomorrow, Im not sure... So I decided to write something. This is about Lais and her special hollow that makes her feel better- usually. She needs buddies. :C If I did get her, she would get lots of roleplaying attention...and friends!)
Genes: Red base: AA Sooty, Aa Bi stripe

[midnight133]

Congratz SerenWish