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 Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 10:57 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 11:02 am
Index
-About our home-
-About the keeper-
-About Cheveyo-
-About Istaqa-
-Fanart, etc-
~Teepee Rules~
- All posters must be in IC
- Anyone is welcome until I'm forced to make a list of unwelcomed individuals
- Feel free to jump into the RP! But please don't come to pick a fight (IC or OOCly)
- NO godmoding/powerplaying
- Have fun!
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 11:06 am
The still waters shine with a crystal gleam, reflecting the misty sunrise above as if the very surface was made of glass. All is silent in the trees that line the body of water, standing tall as quiet and unmoving sentinels. A curling mist wafts from the depths of the lake, unfurling onto the edge of the shoreline and around the border of cattails and marshgrass. The silhouettes of geese pass overhead, casting shadows over the terrain that draws your eye to the statuesque living quarters by the lakeside.
Welcome to the home of Dezba and Cheveyo, her faithful equine friend. Come gather around the fire, there are many stories to tell and the sun is just awakening to bring a new day. ---------------------------------
The inside of the teepee is very modest, to say the least. A warm fire centers around a wooden cot lined with furs and bits of bedding. Clay cooking pots sit neatly piled by the fire on wooden shelves, a few cast-iron pieces come as a luxury to the place.
The teepee sits in a generous clearing a safe distance from the lake's edge, surrounded by the beginnings of the forest. Cheveyo would greet any visitor who arrived with a cautious gaze and a gentle smile, always welcoming but ever-vigilant to his territory.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 11:07 am
Dezba ~ The Keeper Dezba, meaning 'goes to war', is a young navajo woman that lives alone by the lakeside. Having shed the more traditional aspects of her culture when volunteeringly leaving her family's tribe, she wears simple clothing reminicent of western civilization. Her hair is a raven black, long but neatly kept. Blinded from birth, she doesn't seem to be bothered by her disability in the least. A fiery and lively individual, she is very self-reliant and attune with the beasts that roam the earth.
Dezba is almost always by Cheveyo's side but allows the painted stallion to roam as he wishes to feed his wanderlust.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 11:08 am
Cheveyo ~ Spirit Warrior A painted stallion with a soft expression. Cheveyo, meaning spirit warrior, is a quiet soul with eyes that tell a tale of wisdom and knowledge. Although fiercely protective over his kin, this stallion prefers observation and harmony over action. When not near his keeper, Cheveyo seems to have a lust for adventure and travel. Some would describe the expression in his eyes on occasion to be as if he wasn't standing before you, but in some far off land. Pensive, careful and wise are words often used for Cheveyo.
Mate: None
Friends: Nagual-An
Familiar: None
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 11:28 am
Istaqa ~ Fire and Brimstone Desc to go here
Mate: None
Friends: Incapable of holding friendships. Is acquainted with:
Tlocatl
Eden
Wyrsa
Familiar: None
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 11:30 am
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2005 12:30 pm
Disclaimer: I do not own the Soquili shop or the feather divider (I got that off the net somewhere x.x; ).
I DO however, own all the art displayed here not present on the first post. ^_^
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Posted: Wed Oct 12, 2005 5:24 pm
Cheveyo A light snap of a tree branch and the entire forest seemed to flinch. Despite the "loud" interruption to nature's daily routine, the painted stallion merely canted his large cranium to the side and peered in the direction of the noise, for he knew the source. The equine's stiff legs were set into motion as he approached the clearing to greet the disturbance.
"Good morning Cheveyo." The human female uttered as she just ducked in time to escape the confines of her teepee home. Glancing up to her quiet partner, the native woman bowed her head in respect for the being. "A man of few words, I admire that." She turned and went about her morning errands, setting a pot of water on the dwindling fire for tea.
Cheveyo stood in silence, craning his neck to watch her fumble about the campsite until he was content she was alright and everything was how it should be. Good morning Dezba. He finally uttered in a whicker of his own tongue just as the stallion moved on towards a patch of tasteful-looking grass.
Dezba paused by the fire as if something along the lake had caught her eye, but nothing was out of place as was usual in the tranquil scenery. "Good morning." She uttered again quietly, a smile offered to the lakeside and she stooped low to fix herself something to eat.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 8:40 am
Cheveyo Cheveyo moved through the ankle-high brush a little ways from his keeper's residence. Muzzle to the dirt, the stallion busied himself with finding a sufficient snack in the somewhat barren foliage he was rummaging through though he wasn't too optimistic on this early morning trek.
It's like the berries all up and ran away. He snorted and stirred up a puff of dirt, audible thoughts muffled by the ground below his hooves. EchoLimaFoxtrot Agh! Nagual had woken up this morning and found that she had in fact grown into a mare. Her once short mane was now long and silky, yet wavy like a flutter soft sheet of tanned hide. She was taller too, and would no longer need to look up to everyone. Her clumsy body had turned into that that was sleek and graceful. Yet, as Nagual inspected herself in the water, her head close to the surface, she still had her childish eyes and ever present grin.
Snorting, splashing water everywhere, the mare giggled as droplets settled on her face. She put her head closer so only her nose was immersed below the surface. Bubbles sounded and tickled her face as Nagual resisted the urge to take a deep breath and laugh.
When she paused, Nagual heard the muffles of someone nearby. Immediately, she was alert and looked around, trying to find the source. Not seeing it, the mare walked off in the direction she thought it was coming from.
What she found made her laugh. A brightly spotted stallion was rummaging around, "Well, you'll never find anything that way, will you?"
He cleared his throat and trotted out of the brush in an attempt to save his dignity. I don't suppose I was looking in the right patch to begin with. Chevy quirked an eyebrow as he got a view of just how unimpressive the search area had been, though admittedly he hadn't been trying too hard anyways. Sorry if I uh... bothered you or something. My name's Cheveyo. The stallion bowed his painted head, messy striped bangs sliding over his tawny eyes. EchoLimaFoxtrot Nagual shook her head, some remaining drops flopping around, "No, no! You didn't interrupt anything...." the mare giggled, thinking of how she was only blowing bubbles in the water. "My name is Nagual-An!"
The mare eyed the stallion warily, seeming almost afraid to ask, but her eyes sparkled with curiosity, "What were you doing, if I may ask?"
What exactly... were you doing? He countered the question just as hesitantly, noticing her wet muzzle. Though when he did, he turned his eyes to the bushes again to ensure he wasn't making her uncomfortable by staring.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 8:51 am
EchoLimaFoxtrot Nagual chuckled silently, the motion slightly vibrating across her body. Well, there was no way back now... he had caught her, even though the act was done. With a bright smile, the mare looked at the stallion and shrugged, "Just blowing bubbles in the water." The way she said it, as if it were just normal, everyday stuff, it was hard to think that it was a strange thing to do.
The word 'berries' clicked in her mind, and Nagual looked around, "Berries? You found berries!?"
He flicked his long, black-tipped tail and glanced towards the direction Nagual was frantically scanning. Yep. They may taste a bit bland, but a sweet nugget is worth the effort to get away from dry root grass! With a chuckle the painted stallion trotted his heavy frame into the bushes again, intent on finding the best berry to show the mare. There we are. He gestured with his muzzle to a plump red berry dangling from a bush's branch. EchoLimaFoxtrot So, Nagual wasn't quite sure on etiquette. She gently nudged past Cheveyo to go an look at the berry. The mare leaned down, her eye level with the plump, red berry. She looked up at the stallion throw her mane and smiled, "Did you want to do the honors?" Nagual could only motion slightly for she was a bit too close to the bush to do much more. EchoLimaFoxtrot Nagual didn't ask about Dezba. Never having a stable meal routine, the idea of refusing food was unheard of! She lifted her head back up and stared at Cheveyo as if he had grown an extra limb, "You... you don't want it?" The mare couldn't even look at the berry busy at the moment. The news shocked her to her core.
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Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2006 9:25 am
EchoLimaFoxtrot Nagual felt bad now. Cheveyo look absolutely horrified. Her face melted from one of shock, and a little horror, to concern with a tint of cheefulness. "I, umm.... I didn't mean to scare you. It's just, well.... you're not hungry? How can you ruin a meal... this is a meal."
The mare smiled, almost giggling at her strange outburst. "We can share them.... that way you won't get too carried away eating them and ruin your appetite," Nagual winked.
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Posted: Wed Jan 23, 2008 4:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 24, 2008 3:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 11:15 pm
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