I don't mind how you contact to me; either posting in here (and quoting me), private messaging, or by aim (romanfoi). Feel free to offer something that is not listed in "potential plots" for a specific pet, and I do like to RP familiars.
ouo Anyway, feel free to fling anything at me~!
Still need to work on: Fill in bracket holes in histories Add hyperlinks to all areas All of Azuilian's info / images
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December 2013
12/11/2014 -- Surprise! Azuilian joins the herd from the Past, Present, & Future game!
Name | Cato Lifemate | Bernadette Age | Mid-Late 20s Orientation | Straight Height | BigMofo Herd | His Family/Unnamed
Bernadette, Lifemate Arella, Adopted Daughter Kalidasa, ICly Niece Kaiser, Kali’s Lifemate Valsier, Great Nephew Valrynn, Great Nephew Valdlesia, Great Niece Thane, Best Friend
All taken by his lifemate Bernadette (vollyballrocks91). heart
Cato can be described in so many terms, that none of which will fully comprise him. He’s brutish, temperamental, brave, and sarcastic, but underneath that hard shell, he truly has a heart of gold. He knows the difference between right and wrong (in most cases) and chooses to fight for what’s right always. Caught in his ways, though, he sometimes can be taken as an a*****e: forewarning.
Cato comes from herd in the desert, for which he was the son of the leaders, and in line to take over the herd soon before everything went catastrophically wrong. By convention, Cato would not have been the one to take leadership of the herd being he was second born. However, the herd from which Cato came from idolized specific traits: they believed that the perfect being was comprised of half angeni blood, and half kalona blood. Unfortunately for Cato’s eldest brother, though, was that the wings of the creature tended to show what your dominant nature was and Cato’s brother was born with Kalona wings. Cato having angeni wings bumped him inline, in front of his brother.
Growing up there was a lot of jealousy and competition between Cato and his brother, and almost as self-fulfilling prophecy, it ended tragically on the on eve of Cato’s ceremony to wed his arranged lifemate. Cato’s brother snapped, and out of enraged jealousy, killed Cato’s would-be-lifemate. Unable to hold himself back, Cato retaliated, ending his brother’s life after walking in on the scene of his dead fiancé and her murder.
Because Cato killed his brother not only without trial, but for the simple fact he had been “royal” blood, his parents had no choice but to banish him from not just the herd, but the entire territory of the desert. He left without a word, and spent a lot of time wandering aimlessly, with no purpose, other than to brood and become hate filled.
Sometime after arriving in the other lands, for which he’d never been before, he met interesting soquili. Unfortunately he found that the ones called harpies were ever the more abundant in this land, much to his disgust. In his old herd, they had fought with a clan of them for territory for years. They stole, maimed, and killed those of his family, his blood, and for that he would never tolerate the sight of one.
Fortunately, though, not all those he met along the way were to his displeasure. His lifemate was one of those that crossed his path at the right time, and the right place. As one would expect, she did not care for him at first: not hate filled and angry. Really, though, the mare had given him no choice. He’d injured his back leg, and was unable to escape her insistence of taking care of him until he’d healed. By the time he’d recouped, things were much different and a shining outlook on life. Not long thereafter, Cato had decided to wed Bernadette, following his old herd’s traditions. Though he was no longer a member to them, it wouldn’t feel real if he didn’t perform the rights and rituals of the life he’d grown up in. Claiming their own territory in a willow tree forest, Cao and Bernadette started their newest journey together.
[Kalona War Info Here; Introducing Thane]
Not too long after that, however, a wrench was thrown into the serenity that was their lives. A mare showed up on the doorstep of Cato’s territory, and he found out his brother has fathered a little filly. She’d grown into a willful mare with an attitude problem named Kalidasa. Kali was Cato’s blood, and she’d fled their territory in search of him. Her mother had told her horror stories of her father’s “untimely” death, vilianizing Cato as a tyrant filled with bloodlust. However, Kali could remember her father in the vaguest sense, and knew him to be a anger, scary man and Kali had wanted the truth. And so, she sought Cato out, having snuck information about his wear-abouts from nonother than Cato’s mother. She was keeping tabs on her son through her hawk, and Kalidasa being a hand maiden to the woman who hadn’t a clue she was her granddaughter, was able to overhear the latest reports.
[Adopting Arella Here]
[Introducing Kali’s Kids Here]
• No Hooves, No Service. Cato absolutely (ABSOLUTELY) hates creatures that do not have hooves. This is due to his previous herd’s territory war they had with harpies. If you’re looking for a fight, or a good shouting match at the least, throw your clawed beasties at me. (Paws too, but more or less because skinwalkers are, ya know, evil.)
• Throw backs. If you’re looking for back-RP of his time in the desert, I’m very interested.
Valsier
Name | Valsier (Val-Sire) Relationship | Available Age | Mid-Teens Orientation | Straight Height | Average Herd | His Family/Unnamed
Single though he is not actively seeking. I'm actually completely at a loss of what kind of girl (probably girl, at least) he would fall for as long as she did not have scales of any kind! (Unless you want to try and sway his opinions which I'm game for >.>)
This is not a high priority breeding more than likely, and I do have a preference for naturals.
Valsier is young and brazen with an exceptionally thick head.
Born into a family with close ties, it didn't take long to see that Valsier's mother treated him... differently than his siblings. At a young age, he could see the fear she had in her eyes when it came to him only, and while he would never admit it, it cut him deep to see it. He didn't understand at first, but eventually could only attribute it to his wings; He was the only one in their family with Kalona wings. Since then, he and his mother both felt like he was a timebomb, especially with his quickened temper as a result. Would he be more violent because of his wings, his blood? He doesn't yet know of his dark family history, but perhaps he will fall victim to a self-fulfilling prophecy based on a herd he will never call home. (See Cato's history to peak into what Valsier's IC Grandfather was like, and why Kalidasa fears her son's fate.)
• Haters Gon’ Hate. Valsier is going to follow in the footsteps of “grandpa Cato” when it comes to his prejudices, except its directed towards those with scales. After an incident with some foals at a very young age, Valsier absolutely despise those that even look like someone with scales. Got scaleys? Send ‘em this way! (A gentle kirin would be an interesting thing for him to meet.)
• What… what are you doing? Valsier isn’t exactly interested in the love-world but if there were a mare out there brave enough to make the first moves and outwardly flirt with him, it would make for entertaining RP.
• Put 'em up! Valsier wants to be a strong fighter, just like his role models. Anyone willing to either let him kick their butt or put him in his place are welcome.
Thane
Name | Thane Lifemate | Aslan (Being Quested) Age | Mid-Late 20s Orientation | Straight Height | Larger than Average Herd | N/A
His lifemate, Aslan, is currently being quested for. Sorry ladies!
Thane is a gentle knight, with a quick smile, a charming laugh, and a fire to help, serve, and protect others.
Thane grew up by the ocean with his parents and younger brother, living the perfect childhood. He never wanted for anything, and had perfect role models growing up. And so it was most surprising when he reached of age, and wanted to strike out from his home, and explore. He dreamed of being a knight, learn proper fighting skills, and help the world.
He journeyed, meeting all sorts of characters along the way. He picked up fighting skills here and there, especially from those of mares! He met ladies with a particular fire for fighting, and he learned to respect mares not only for their minds but for physical strength when called upon.
He stayed with varying herds, learning ways of their families and eventually struck out once more to travel again. Along the way, he also picked up a serious little wolf named Kadyn. She was packless, and had been chased out of her family for wanting to be a strong, independent female. It didn't take long for a mutual bond to form, and Thane suddenly had a consistent traveling companion. She kept to the shadows more often than not, though, when he was around others like him. She didn't trust easy.
Once word spread of the kalona war, Thane wasted no time in rushing into battle. He was strong, brave, and knew he was born to help others who needed him. Kadyn wasn't the only companion to fight along side Thane, however. Another stallion saved Thane's life more than once, while Thane returned the favor in kind. Cato, who soon became like a brother to Thane, stuck with him through the war until it all that was left was burning aftermath. They formed a bond like none Thane had ever had with a stranger, and likewise for Cato. But once the war ended, they went their separate ways with their friendships still holding a pocket in his lives.
After the war, there was something changed about Thane. He felt lost, and with out purpose. He traveled for a short time before he sought out Cato once more, hoping to find a life line with his old friend and his lifemate. He'd been told of their territory, a forest of willow trees. Cato told him he would always be welcome there, and so he ways. They spent their time keeping in physical tip top shape, and sparring (much to Bernadette's dismay--Cato's lifemate).
To this time he is still staying with Cato in the forest of willow trees, along with Cato's family that never seems to stop growing: between Kalidasa's arrival, and her welcoming three beautiful children into the world, along with Cato's ceremonious adoption of Arella.
[More is plotted to develop soon!]
• Elderhood. Thane is top choice stallion for elderhood, and any RP that would further his purpose is a welcome sight! Send anything and everything my way~
Grant
Name | Grant Relationship | Avaialble Age | Early 20s Orientation | Straight Height | Average Herd | N/A
Atlas, Closest Friend
Breedings are unavailable until December 7th, 2014. I will be very picky with him, regardless. ;)
Grant was supposed to be a gentle, kind, and noble stallion... but his muse kind of through that out the door. Instead he is a cocky, egotistical, prat that likes to stir up trouble. In his hearts of hearts, however, he does have a soft spot for those in need, but it rarely shows that side of himself.
Nothing determined yet; Very blank slate!
• Blank Slate. Feel free to toss anything my way concerning this boy! He is a very blank slate, and in need of plot corner stones!
Pavitra
Name | Pavitra Lifemate | Anansi Age | Late 20s Orientation | Bisexual (Leans towards stallions) Height | Smaller than Average Herd | N/A
Anansi, Lifemate (Platonic) Kayode, Current Love-Interest Titan, Oldest Son Damir, Second Oldest Son Alexander, Third Oldest Son Avia, First Daughter (Unawares) Chastity, Second Daughter (Unawares) Tybalt, Ex-Lovemate Adalyn, Ex-Mate
The rest of his slots are reserved for his lifemate, Anansi (Novablu).
Currently Pavitra is not himself. He's had his memories knocked out of him from a skinwalker attack, and is very confused, and much less like who he's been up until now. With his memories, Pavi is a soft fellow, with a heart of the purist gold. He is not a fighter, nor strong willed. Easy to cry, morn, and feel loss, he is a lonely wreck most of the time.
With out his memories, he's been a happier version of himself, and quite go lucky.
Pavitra was abandoned as a foal to the harsh winter in the mountains, some how managing to survive by escaping to a warmer climate. From that day forward, anything under 80 degrees is unsuitable for him.
He spent his time in the sun to enjoy life as a gypsy, traveling about, and making friends. It didn't take him too long to find out more about himself and the idea that he actually liked stallions AND mares. He had a friendship tear into his heart with unrequited love, that turned out to be the start of a pattern for his future.
[There was a druken mixer that produced 2 mares he is completely unaware of about this time]
Moving on, he then found another stallion that offered to love him for who he was, and seemed to be a stable rock in his life... only to leave him out of the blue, shattering his heart. He found solace in a mare that seemed just as broken as he was, and out of their union came three handsome sons.
He was happy for sometime... until his son's left him. To Pavitra, it was like his heart shattered all over again, and he was lost and unloved. A series of events led him to lose control of his self, and into a depression that he couldn't pull out of it.
About that time, a mare found him caked in mud and near death, after giving up on life. Anansi, too, had lived a dark and lonely life, and became Pavitra's traveling companion. On a whim, they agreed to form a union and lifemated. Not too long after this, however, Pavitra was attacked by the skinwalker that would lead to him losing all of his memories... the good, along with the bad.
In the present, a small mini-stallion found Pavitra on a river bank, once again near death and covered in mud. His memories are still absent, and he doesn't even know his name.
• ALL THE PLOTS. I love plotting, send something my way? o uo
• Love... are you for me? He still hasn't been able to find someone to love him solidly. If your stallion (of any breed, size, and like) would like a chance to woo him, please give it a shot!
• Who am I? I would like to RP out Pavitra losing his memories. If you have a skinwalker looking for a failed killed, let me know.
• Sister from another Mister. I am very open to Pavitra's relatives being customed in, or wishing stared in. Let me know if you want to enter with him!
Damir
Name | Damir Relationship | 4/5 Available Age | Early 20s Orientation | Straight Height | Average Herd | N/A
His first breeding is taken by the lovely Csitri (ArarshiX).
His remaining four breeding slots are open, but should at least be background plotted. He may or may not become a "favored" pet to Csitri, and she may have to approve his future mates but that is negotiable though he is not a part of a harpy flock.
Damir is a very shy individual, mostly due to his inability to speak. He has never uttered a word, born a mute, and living a life of introverted solitude. Now with Eliron (his familiar) at his side, he is a little more out going, feeling better able to communicate.
Born into a troop of boys in a crazy, crazy family (otherwise known as the Ghost Family), Damir had a rocky start especially with his disability. Unable to speak already set him on the wrong foot, and led to growing up quickly but quietly.
[Insert foalhood time with Thamin's girl]
When his parents parted ways, he was the only one left with his father. It difficult growing up with a stallion that had no back bone, but still loved his son endlessly. Damir felt trapped, though, and when he was old enough, left his father to experience life on his own. Guilt racked him, knowing the damage it would do to his father, but Damir felt no other choice but to lead his own life.
[Eliron finds him]
[They travel to the mountains and meet Csitri]
Sawyer Mason
Name | Sawyer Mason Relationship | Available Age | Early 20s Orientation | Straight Height | Average Herd | N/A
None of Note
All slots are open though I own only the first, third, and fifth breedings; however, a lifemate may be discussed between Volly and I if a prospect comes along! :3
Sawyer is a shy guy when it comes to the ladies, but is other wise a nomadic hard worker with a country twang. And his best friend is the wild chicken on his back.
Not developed; blank slate!
Send anything my way!
Azuilian
Name | Azu (Azuilian) Relationship | Available? Age | Old Orientation | ??? Height | Above Average Herd | N/A
None formed at the moment. He tends to float by, not being noticed much.
Breedings are unavailable until ???
Azu is a man of few words. He mostly spends his times listening and watching of what is going on around him. Otherwise (and most often) you can find him dreaming of what has already come to pass, eyes glazed over in speculation of past events, history of his species, and sometimes (though rarely), his own life.
You'd think representing the past, he'd come with a history. wink
• Blank Slate. Feel free to toss anything my way concerning this boy! He is a very blank slate, and in need of plot corner stones!
Name | Kalidasa Lifemate | Kaiser Age | Early 20s Orientation | Straight Height | Average Herd | His Family/Unnamed
Kaiser, Lifemate Valdlesia, Firstborn Daughter Valsier, Firstborn Son Valrynn, Secondborn Son Cato, ICly Uncle Bernadette, Cato's Lifemate Vidar, Familiar
All breedings are taken by her lifemate, Kaiser (Sesshy552). heart
Kalidasa was once a hot headed flirt that did anything to get what she wanted. Now, settled down and with a family to raise, she is much more responsible and tries to be mature in everything she does. (Though the temper thing... well, there's no hope for that.)
Kalidasa comes from a herd in the desert that idolizes the mixture of angeni blood with Kalona blood. They view this as the perfect being, with the purity of the angeni wings mixed with fighting ability of the kalona blood. However, she comes from a lower faction in the herd, being as she has wind wings instead of angeni wings. This dilution in angeni blood comes from her previous herd having conquered other herds, and those with wings that are permitted to stay in the territories are treated as servants. This was the case for her mother, who was a slave to the royal family.
This is how Kalidasa's mother came to meet her father-- the prince of the their territory. Of course not the prince that was planned to take over leadership, no. This was the jealous, evil kalona-winged brother that bed her mother and then did not claim the child that came of it. Kalidasa remembers the rare occasions her father would visit, and could gleam from these that he was not a kind man, no matter how much her mother worship him.
She did not feel a loss when the news spread that he was killed by Cato. Kalidasa would not say it, but it was almost a relief to her, truly. She soon then after rose in rank of servants, and became her blood grandmother's handmaid. Kali had been taught secrecy by her crazy mother, and knew that she was not acknowledged as apart of the royal line (though she expected her grandmother knew of her blood because she was requested specifically by her, soon after she lost both her sons).
She was treated with a different, kinder manner by the queen, though still was clearly a servant. It was through her queen, though, that Kali was able to hear of her uncle outside the desert. Apparently her grandmother kept tabs on Cato, through her hawk that reported to her regularly.
Eventually Kalidasa decided it was time she found out who she really was, and what really happened to her father. She feld the herd in the middle of the night, and tracked down Cato on the information she'd overheard from the hawk. Her grandmother would eventually know that she was safe, and that eased some of the guilt she felt abandoning her with out a word of thanks or gratitude.
It took longer than she expected to find her uncle, and once she had, she was... well, impressed. He was much different than her father had been; someone she could respect and well... like. The same could not be said for his lifemate however. That woman had a pine cone so far up her butt, she probably tasted sap. To this day, Bernadette and Kalidasa do not see eye to eye. She soon fell into a family situation with Cato, much to Bernadette's displeasure (all the more pleasing to Kali), and she made his territory her home.
Eventually a wandering stallion stumbled upon the group in the middle of a sparring match. His name was Kaiser, and was truly no match for Thane or Cato seeing as they'd trained almost their whole lives and had wings. Even she had been trained from birth to fight, seeing as she was considered a part of the herd (though a servant she was).
It was in the culture, the blood of where Kali was raised that those without wings were weaker, were not as worthy as those that did. Kaiser would eventually change her mind, especially when she was the only one to go after her when she had another row with Bernadette and fled the territory. In their time outside the willow forest, Kalidasa felt a stirring of feelings she'd not expected... or really wanted for that matter. She'd been fighting off her attraction-- her draw to a stallion that against all odds was trying to best her uncles who had wings, were better fighters, and stronger. She eventually gave in though, no longer seeing the point of avoiding him for the simple fact he didn't have wings.
They requested their union before Cato, who at first tried to pretend he did not approve. After properly terrifying Kaiser, and pushing him to the edge, though, he bent and gave his blessing. Kali and Kaiser lifemated in her old herd's traditional manner, and very soon after brought three beautiful children in the world.
When the kids were first born, Kaiser had stumbled upon a smaller wolf family-- two parents to freshly born pups. Needing shelter in a storm, Kali and Kaiser took the little family in, and bonds were formed between the pups, the children, as well as both new sets of parents. The Willow Tree Forest had gained more folds into the family, and to the present, is still going strong.
[Now kids are grown; unsure of the family situation... need to make family thread to keep everything straight! XD]
• Family RP is always welcome. :3
• Back RP to when she was servant girl in the desert would be SO. FREAKIN. AWESOME.
Atlas
Name | Atlas Lifemate | N/A Age | Early 20s Orientation | Pretty sure straight... Height | Average Herd | N/A
Dante, Father Ravyn, Mother Pyrrhus, Oldest Brother Ignatius, Second Oldest Brother Grant, Close Friend Brande, Ex-Best Friend Kade, Ex-Boyfriend
Atlas is definitely not ready to breed anytime soon. She is available for RP courtship, however, and if you think you have a stallion to put in her path, by all means let me know. :3 I am very picky with her though, more so for personality than looks, though I do not want clashing colors. (Unedited is fine.)
Strong willed and quick to laugh, Atlas is a free spirited young woman with close ties to her family and a mending broken heart from the loss of her once-best friend.
Raised in a family of strong individuals, Atlas had a great childhood. She was the youngest, and the only girl, and found that she enjoyed being Daddy's Angel.
She had a best friend, nearly from baskethood, that she spent all of her time with even when she found she'd grown into a young woman. That is why it was such a stark loss when he decided that he was leaving the territory, and failed to tell her. It had been weeks before she found him, and when she did, felt an even worse pain to see he hadn't even missed her. She left in a fury, and vowed that she would not give her heart to him ever again.
Since then, she grew closer to her eldest brother, Pyrr, and spends most of her time with him. If not, she is exploring the land around her home, or visiting with its inhabitants, making new friends.
She is currently forming a little school-girl crush on one of the newest travelers to take root near her home, and is quite confused on how to deal with this recent development. She had had one boyfriend after losing her best friend, and that had ended ugly when she was pressured into trying to have foals with him. When she refused to, he left her for another mare who would. Trusting stallions outside her family does not come easy, but at the same time, denying trust to strangers goes against her nature. Confused, and not yet fully grown into herself, Atlas has a long way to go.
[Enter Grant, has been developed yet]
• Anything, and everything. She is by far my favorite character to RP, and I love juicy plots. Send things my way!
Bonded | Kalidasa Role Play | Open Breeding | Mated to Cyril Pack | Unnamed Children | [TBA]
Bonded | Kasier Role Play | RP'd by Sesshy552 Breeding | Mated to Vidar Pack | Unnamed Children | [TBA]
Bonded | Thane Role Play | Open Breeding | Available (Picky) Pack | Unnamed Children | None
] Bonded | No Role Play | Open (selectively) Breeding | Available
Bonded | Damir Role Play | Open Breeding | Available (Picky)
Bonded | No Role Play | Open Breeding | Available
Bonded | No Role Play | Open Breeding | Available
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 7:23 am
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Sooooo I'd love to throw Ember at Grant. I don't know if they'd make a love connection or just end up friends, but he seems like an interesting character I'd love her to meet. She's pretty undeveloped so I'm pretty open with her smile
Her story:
Her father was an angeni - or so the mare was always told. Her fluttercorn mother spoke often of him and his virtue and of how the two of them had prayed and begged of the spirits to bless them with a foal and when they were finally so blessed it was with a single child - Ember. Named for the resemblance she bore to the soft glow of a dying fire. Unlike the gentle nature of a dying fire, Ember was more like an inferno, wild and destructive. She turned a deaf ear on her mother's stories of virtue and of her father's goodness and kindness. She had no interest in learning healing from her mother and cared only for running or flying free and doing what she wanted. She had a particular affinity to fire and would sometimes sneak away to start a fire to dance beside it in the night. She was mesmerized by the flickering flames and by the sheer power of the dangerous element. She always thought herself in control of it - but what a fool she was. Fire was its own mistress, wild and unforgiving. Ember lost control of one of her fires one night and it began to spread, slowly at first and then all at once the entire area was alight.
She panicked, trying desperately to stomp out the flames but it was much too late for such tactics. The grass and trees were dry from a drought and it burned like tinder. Gasping through the smoke Ember tried to make her way to her mother to warn her, to help the weaker flyer fly away from the flames, but her mother was lost to her. The smoke and the flames rose higher and higher, claiming everything in their path. Animals scattered in desperate flight from the flames. Ember somehow made it to her mother's side. She'd been looking for her daughter and had succumbed to the smoke. Ember cursed herself for not learning how to use her horn to heal as she helplessly watched her mother drift away.
The flames caressed her almost like a lover, biting at her feathers. Her once pure-orange wings had become tainted with the darkness she now felt in her heart. Prudence begged her to flee the burning woods, and tears streamed down her soot-ridden face as she took wing and left her now dead mother's side.
It took weeks for the flames to subside. Ember had watched from a safe distance, watched the flames eat away at the land and turn it all to ash. As it cooled she walked through the wreckage, regret and pain tearing at her heart. She had caused so much pain and destruction with her foolishness. Her wanton lack of sense and arrogance had lead to the death of her mother and countless others, had scorched the land and destroyed homes. She was humbled and ashamed. She collapsed in the burning embers - a fitting place for her to die she thought - and closed her eyes to the pain.
It happened slowly and at first she thought she was dreaming. There was a whisper in the air, a voice calling out to her. She opened her eyes slowly, but saw nothing. She stood, confused and afraid, but the voice became clearer and she realized it was within her. Was it the spirits? She couldn't quite make out what was being said. She felt a tingling, then a burning around her neck and at the tips of her wings. Alarmed, she twisted to look at her wings and saw their once-orange feathers turn black and smoky. Around her neck was a burning ember. She felt the heat of it burning her, though no mark showed on her flesh where it touched. The voice became clearer then. "You will bear this burden and feel this pain, but you will live on and repent. One day you will make up for your sins and will be released from this pain."
Shocked and cringing in the pain of the burning ember the mare could only stand there and stare at her wings. She finally was able to deal with her unending pain and sorted through her thoughts. As much as she wished to let her life end, she realized she could honor her mother in a much better way. She could learn to heal and travel, helping to fight fires and heal the wounded. She knew she needed to do something to help now. She felt resolute then and almost at peace. She set out to fulfill this promise solemnly, thinking on her mother's lost teachings. "I will honor you, mother. Please forgive me. I will heal the wounds I have caused in whatever way I may and try to move on."
Her personality: She carries a heavy burden with the guilt of her mother's death. She is in constant pain through the burning ember around her neck. She doesn't like to talk much and is very private about her past and her life. She's wary of keeping friends and can outwardly seem very distrusting - but the truth is she fears that anyone near her will be hurt by her. So she travels a lot, learning what she may by whomever is willing to teach, and then leaving before any relationships can develop - often by stealing away in the night without so much as a goodbye. She is deeply lonely. She often drifts inward, numbed to the world.
Mmm, well I'm pretty firm that any breedings he will do, will be with natural horse breeds. ; n; But thank you for offering none than less <3 As for freinds, he's pretty much glued to Atlas' side at the moment, so the best friend slot is full. o 3o;; I'm sooorry. :< He's a flirt slash heartbreaker, though? xD;;
Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2014 7:40 pm
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Mmm, well I'm pretty firm that any breedings he will do, will be with natural horse breeds. ; n; But thank you for offering none than less <3 As for freinds, he's pretty much glued to Atlas' side at the moment, so the best friend slot is full. o 3o;; I'm sooorry. :< He's a flirt slash heartbreaker, though? xD;;
Well they didn't have to be best friends lol. Haha it's cool though. I mean I'm always open to RP if you want though!
I'm not throwing out the idea of Atlas and her brother and all that, either! I'm just trying to get her out there to RP with a bunch of soquili and staying open to whatever clicks personality-wise smile
Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2014 2:06 pm
Fatal Irony
I'm not throwing out the idea of Atlas and her brother and all that, either! I'm just trying to get her out there to RP with a bunch of soquili and staying open to whatever clicks personality-wise smile
c': Okiedokie heart I'm recouping from finals, and afterwards, we can start something up!
