Physical Description: Seres is best described as a light boned and dainty, with a definite feminine cast to her features. Among Wind Soquili, she could certainly be considered lovely - her coat is a pristine white and her wings are quite long and elegantly tapered. Her attitude, however, keeps most would be suitors at bay.
While hardly poised or proper, Seresai is every inch the daughter of Crousader and Amarinne. Her proud bearing is hard to mistake for anything else, leading to an assumed element of arrogance that doesn't land far from the truth. She is arrogant, but it is an arrogance born from hardship and tests that nearly cost her more than life or limb. She has seen many things in her life, and they ghost her steps even now. Choosing to embrace them is a sign of her indomitable will and courageous heart.
Even at rest, Seresai is a warrior. Beneath her shining coat are muscles developed over years of merciless practice and dangerous enemies. She's faced Skinwalkers more than once, escaping with her life only through wit, determination, and no small amount of luck. Their marks linger to this day as a scattering of scars - reminders that being careful isn't just a passing thought, it's a lifestyle. She is fully aware that she stands zero chance of defeating brute monsters like the 'walkers head on, but she'll stand even less of a chance if she doesn't keep herself physically fit.
Her one vanity would be her wings, though not just for their convenience. AS proud as she is of her mother, she is grateful that she inherited the gift of Wind Horse from her father. Her wings grant her the freedom of the skies, and she treasures them as more frivolous mares treasure their hair. She keeps them in meticulous condition, and can be seen nervously preening them when her stress level is peaking dangerously.
Seresai is a mare forged by fire—her spirit tempered by hardship, loss, and the unrelenting demands of survival. Once a bright-eyed idealist, she has grown into a sharp, pragmatic realist, her worldview shaped by the brutal lessons life has dealt her. Pride, honor, and loyalty form the bedrock of her being, guiding every decision and action with an iron resolve that brooks no compromise. To Seresai, her moral code is not just a personal creed; it is a shield against the chaos of the world and a promise she holds herself accountable to, even when the weight of it threatens to crush her.
At her core, Seresai is fearless and determined, a mare who refuses to back down in the face of adversity. Her courage is not born from recklessness but from an unshakable belief in her duty to protect others. As the Protector of the Elderwillow Herd, she shoulders the immense burden of ensuring its safety and survival. Her keen, tactician's mind is always at work, analyzing threats and crafting intricate strategies that balance ambition with careful pragmatism. She does not gamble with lives—each move is precise, every risk weighed. This focus earns her the respect of her peers, though her exacting expectations sometimes push others to their limits.
Seresai's independence is both her greatest strength and her deepest vulnerability. Fiercely self-reliant, she moves through life with a steadfast confidence, trusting her instincts and quick reflexes to see her through danger. Her autonomy serves as a suit of armor, shielding her from reliance on others and ensuring no one can betray or disappoint her. Yet this independence often manifests as impulsiveness, driving her to leap into peril without fully considering the consequences. She shoulders the fallout of her choices without complaint, but her unwillingness to share burdens often leaves her isolated, cutting her off from the very connections she fights so fiercely to protect.
Emotionally, Seresai is a fortress—her walls built tall and unyielding by the losses and disappointments she has endured. While her loyalty to those she loves is profound and unwavering, she struggles to express her vulnerabilities. To admit weakness is to risk failure, and failure is something she cannot abide. Instead, Seresai channels her grief, anger, and fears into action, turning emotional pain into a driving force that fuels her relentless pursuit of justice and safety for her herd. Beneath her guarded exterior, however, lies a well of empathy. She feels deeply for those who suffer, and it is this unspoken compassion that inspires her to fight—not for glory, but for those who cannot fight for themselves.
Pride defines much of who Seresai is, though it is a double-edged sword. Her confidence is well-earned through hard-won victories and relentless effort, but it can verge into arrogance, particularly when she feels others are not matching her own level of commitment. She has high standards for herself and others, a trait that mirrors her father’s unyielding expectations—a truth she would never willingly acknowledge. Her judgmental streak can alienate those who don’t live up to her ideals, though her critiques, however sharp, are always driven by her desire to see those around her thrive.
Despite her flaws—her impulsiveness, her defiance, her tendency to shoulder burdens alone—Seresai’s heart burns with an unwavering resolve. She is a mare of action and conviction, a warrior who will stand tall against any foe, no matter the cost. Her loyalty is ironclad, her integrity unassailable, and her determination to protect her herd unwavering. Those who win her trust will find a steadfast ally willing to walk through fire for them, while those who threaten her home will meet the unrelenting fury of a protector who will not rest until the danger is extinguished.
In the end, Seresai is both a fierce guardian and a complex soul—defined by her virtues and flaws alike. She is unyielding, courageous, and unafraid to carve her own path through a world that demands compromise. Her story is one of resilience, justice, and the relentless pursuit of a life where safety and honor prevail, no matter the challenges that lie ahead.
History: - Born to Amarinne and her lifemate Crousader - Raised with her sister Amerlei in the martial tradition of the Elderwillow Camp, the southernmost family group in the Islagiatt Herd. - Befriended Wildfire, daughter of Flame and BA Princess Hallany - Seres and 'Wile are jointly tutored, and later apprentice to, the eccentric unicorn stallion Toujours - While under Toujours' tutelage, they embark on an adventure to find the City of Thieves - not understanding the seriousness of the quest nor its importance to their mentor - While in the City itself, Seres encounters a skinwalker for the first time. Her bravado is short lived when he nearly eviscerates her; leaving her capable of crawling away for help and hopefully leading him to more prey - When the skinwalker Seethe sets eyes upon her mentor after TJ and Wile come to rescue her, a violent red thread of fate is spun between the skinwalker and the Elderwillow soquili. He hates unicorns with an unyielding passion, and she had just unknowingly given him a fresh target - Escaping the City, the trio make it back in order to warn the herd about the impending attack .... but it never comes. - Unbeknownst to them, Seethe has changed his tactics to those of an ambush predator. He will wait for unwitting prey to come to him. - Seresai is part of the search party that finally locates the tortured remains of their much beloved family member, Tai. - Tai's death hits everyone hard, but it particularly rattles Seresai
Seresai’s life has been one of hardship, resilience, and unyielding courage. Born to Amarinne and her lifemate Crousader, she was raised alongside her sister Amerlei in the southernmost camp of the Islagiatt Herd, a place of martial tradition and disciplined strength. As a young mare, her closest friend was Wildfire, daughter of Flame and Princess Hallany. Together, the two were tutored—and later apprenticed—by the eccentric unicorn stallion, Toujours, whose teachings would unknowingly shape the battles to come.
Their youthful curiosity turned to tragedy when Toujours led them on a quest to the City of Thieves. Unbeknownst to them, it was a journey fraught with danger and significance for their mentor. It was in that forsaken city that Seresai first encountered the shifter demon Seethe, a malevolent predator of nightmarish cunning. Though brave, her bravado was short-lived when Seethe nearly eviscerated her, forcing Seres to crawl to safety and unwittingly mark herself—and her herd—as targets.
After escaping the city, Seresai, Wildfire, and Toujours returned to warn their herd, but the attack they feared never came. Instead, Seethe—an ambush predator of terrifying patience—changed his tactics, silently hunting their loved ones and stalking the shadows. The tipping point came when Seresai joined the search party that found Tai, a beloved member of their family, mutilated and lifeless in Seethe’s lair. It was Seresai who discovered him and confronted the shifter in a harrowing battle that nearly claimed her life. Though she escaped, Tai’s death shattered the Elderwillow Herd’s peace and security.
The Flight of the Elderwillow The Elderwillow Herd had no choice but to abandon their homeland, fleeing from Seethe’s relentless pursuit. For a time, they found refuge around an ancient and venerable cherry tree, renaming themselves the Cerezo Herd in its honor. But Seethe’s attacks continued—each more ruthless than the last—and survival became a daily battle.
During this dark time, Seresai made a discovery that would change her life forever. While scouting the territory, she stumbled upon a barely hours-old foal—a unikalona halfbreed, abandoned by his herd and left to die. Despite the superstitions and prejudices surrounding such crosses, Seresai refused to leave him. She named him Shishio Gen, a name that symbolized restraint and strong will, a silent prayer for the life she hoped he might have.
For the next two years, Seresai served as the Protector of the Cerezo Herd, all while raising Gen as her own. Her father, Crousader, vehemently rejected the colt, often referring to him as a “monster,” and warning of the unikalona blood rage that could consume him. Seresai, however, refused to give up on Gen, raising him with discipline, care, and love, despite the challenges they faced.
But her worst fears were realized one cruel night. When Gen’s blood rage finally overtook him, he lost control of himself, attacking Seresai in a frenzy. The battle was brutal. Seresai was nearly killed, and both Blais and Crousader were gravely injured restraining him. Yet, in a moment of astonishing strength and willpower, Gen managed to wrest himself back from the brink of madness. Despite her wounds and the turmoil of betrayal, Seresai would not abandon him.
The Angeni of Chivalry Determined to save Gen from his bloodline’s curse, Seresai took him—despite her own injuries—out into the wilds to seek help. There, they encountered Sirian, the Angeni of Chivalry, a noble and disciplined being who agreed to mentor the young unikalona crossbreed. Leaving Gen in Sirian’s care was one of the hardest decisions Seresai had ever made. She carried the guilt of her failure and the hope for his redemption in equal measure.
Years later, her faith was rewarded. Shishio Gen returned to the herd as a fully grown stallion—a warrior in full control of his abilities, tempered by Sirian’s teachings and Seresai’s unwavering belief in him. Seeing him stand tall and proud, no longer the broken and abandoned foal she had rescued, was the proudest moment of her life.
Protector of the Herd The trials Seresai faced shaped her into the stalwart protector she is today. Her experiences have hardened her resolve and sharpened her instincts. She is a shield for her herd, standing between them and the shadows that threaten to consume them. Tai’s death and Seethe’s pursuit remain scars upon her soul, but they fuel her determination to never again leave her family vulnerable.
Though she carries many burdens—both physical and emotional—Seresai remains fiercely loyal to her herd and to her values. She is both a warrior and a survivor, tempered by loss but unyielding in her drive to protect those who cannot protect themselves. Her bond with Gen remains unshakable, a testament to her belief in second chances and the strength of will that unites them both.
Seresai’s story is one of pain, love, sacrifice, and redemption. In a world shadowed by darkness, she stands as a beacon of defiance—unyielding, unbroken, and unafraid.
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RP Logs: Chronological Order: [ x ] - Limit of Potentiality | w/Crousader, Amarinne & Tiarnan | [ x ] - Intended Target .... | w/Seethe | [ x ] - Blood Borne .... |w/Shishio Gen | [ x ] - Remember The Wind .... | w/Sky Horse Clan & Kaiya | [ x ] - He Who Hunts Gods .... | w/Tylen & Shishio Gen vs. Haast |
Name: Flame Found: 02/09/2006 Gender: Male Breed: Asil Arabian Temper: Revolutionary
Physical Description: Flame is a stallion of awe-inspiring presence, his once vivid, flame-red coat now softened with the passage of time to a rich, ember-like glow that seems to catch and hold the light of a dying sunset. Age has not dimmed the fire of his appearance but has instead lent it a smoldering intensity, a testament to the enduring strength and spirit that define him. His broad, muscular frame speaks of a lifetime of endurance, battles fought, and burdens borne. Every movement he makes is deliberate, his stature exuding an unshakable confidence that commands respect and reverence.
His coat is marked by the passage of a tumultuous life, crisscrossed with scars that tell stories of struggle and survival. The most striking of these runs diagonally across his eyes—a grim souvenir of his fateful encounter with the shifter Seethe and his cursed grandson Burn, the battle that cost him his sight. These scars, far from diminishing his beauty, serve as badges of honor, symbols of his resilience and the trials that shaped him.
Flame's blindness adds an enigmatic layer to his already magnetic presence. His once vibrant eyes are now clouded and milky, yet they hold an uncanny depth, as if they perceive truths beyond the reach of ordinary vision. Despite his lack of sight, he moves with a grace that belies his years, each step precise and assured. His heightened senses compensate for his blindness, and his attunement to his surroundings gives him an almost preternatural awareness. Flame has mastered the art of navigating the world without sight, his every movement imbued with the wisdom and experience of a life fully lived.
His flowing mane and tail are a cascade of pale gold, streaked with strands of copper that catch the light like tongues of fire. Adorned with fiery-hued leaves and beads, his mane ripples like a living flame with every step, adding to the impression that he is a creature born of fire and passion. His tail sweeps the ground behind him, its golden strands tipped with the same glowing copper, lending an air of regality to his every movement.
Even in his elder years, Flame’s physical presence is matched by an undeniable charisma. His bearing is that of a leader, a revolutionary whose spirit refuses to be dimmed by time or hardship. Despite the trials that marked his life, Flame remains a figure of quiet strength and unwavering determination, his aura as commanding as the fire from which he draws his name. To stand in his presence is to feel the weight of history and the enduring power of a spirit that burns eternal.
Personality: Virtues: Compassionate, wise, free-thinking, patient, empathetic, witty, resilient Flaws: Stubborn, occasionally evasive, overly self-sacrificing, burdened by guilt Flame is a stallion of quiet gravitas, his presence commanding respect not through force but through the sheer weight of his wisdom and compassion. He is a figure of serene resilience, embodying the kind of strength that bends but never breaks. His blindness, far from being a limitation, has become a facet of his identity, allowing him to connect with the world in ways that transcend sight. His heart is vast, encompassing a love for his herd, the land they protect, and the fragile beauty of life itself.
At his core, Flame is a deeply empathetic soul. He possesses an uncanny ability to see into the hearts of others, perceiving their pain, joy, and struggles with an almost supernatural clarity. This profound understanding makes him a source of comfort and guidance for those around him. When he speaks, it is with the calm assurance of someone who has weathered life’s storms and emerged stronger for it. His words carry the weight of experience, often illuminating truths that others might overlook. Yet, he does not impose his wisdom; instead, he offers it gently, like a lantern to light another’s path.
Flame’s compassion is matched by his unwavering sense of justice. He believes deeply in the intrinsic worth of all beings and dedicates himself to protecting the vulnerable and uplifting the downtrodden. This is not a passive kindness but an active force, driving him to stand against cruelty and fight for the well-being of his herd. His moral compass is steadfast, and while he is patient and understanding, he does not tolerate injustice or selfishness.
Free-thinking and open-minded, Flame has a remarkable ability to embrace new ideas and perspectives. He is not bound by tradition or convention; instead, he views life as a tapestry of interconnected possibilities. This intellectual curiosity keeps him engaged and forward-thinking, always willing to adapt and learn from others. Yet, this openness is tempered by discernment. Flame listens carefully, weighing each perspective before forming his own conclusions.
Despite his profound wisdom, Flame is not without flaws. His deep empathy can be a burden, as he often takes on the emotional weight of those he seeks to help. He carries an immense guilt for past losses, particularly the attack by Seethe that claimed lives under his watch. This guilt drives him to work tirelessly for the herd, sometimes at the expense of his own well-being. He can be stubborn in his self-sacrifice, unwilling to prioritize his needs when others are suffering.
Flame’s wit and sense of humor are a vital part of his personality, offering a lightness that balances his serious demeanor. His humor is gentle and uplifting, often catching others off guard with its warmth and charm. Even in the face of adversity, he finds ways to laugh and bring joy to those around him. For Flame, humor is not just a tool for connection but a reminder that even in the darkest moments, there is light to be found.
Ultimately, Flame is a stallion of profound depth and complexity. His compassion, wisdom, and resilience make him a cornerstone of the Elderwillow Herd, while his flaws and burdens render him deeply human—flawed, striving, and endlessly inspiring. Through his guidance and example, Flame has become not just a leader but a beacon of hope, a living testament to the strength of the spirit and the enduring power of love.
Summary:
History: Born in a strongly patriarchal herd, Flame had little worry about as a colt, his parents and his older brother loved him fiercely, and his brother in particular taught him all about the world, and told him the best ways to treat the young fillies. Along with the normal stuff, Flame also had dreams... the most startling and realistic dreams of anyone else in the herd... but his brother and father constantly told him not to worry about them. His brother Night Raider was particularly convincing, since he himself had them from time to time. 'Raider was himself also bit of a ladies' man, though for all the right reasons. He would listen to them when other young stallions would demand things, and he would comfort them in their broken hearts when they caught their beloved young stallions with another young mare. Flame learned all of this from his brother, and more when he went on various outings with his brother and their blind mother. Their father had gone missing two years after Flame's birth, presumed killed in a raid by another herd when he and other older stallions leaped to the defense of their territory and families.
But such a strong attachment to his brother led to his deepest pain when his brother was caught in a deadly rockfall; torn to pieces as he shoved his younger brother and ailing mother out of the way.
Yet what hurt the most was the punishment his mother received later from the herd leaders.. who were displeased with losing what they thought was one of the most promising young stallions in the herd, and their small families remaining means of support.
So Flame, still only four, was forced into the role of provider and he chafed at the bounds on his freedom. He saw those still his age romping about like the young things they were... and he was sickened by the thought that after the appropriate time of mourning, his mother would finally be expected to move past his father and find a new mate.
That time came sooner then Flame would have liked, especially when it was a tall brutish monster of a stallion named Solomon who approached the delicate white mare and forced her to accept his proposal.
With a rebellious son and no parents to speak for her, Seer reluctantly accepted Solomon's proposal... and within a few months found herself pregnant and sporting a few bruises that to her tall fiery son, shone painfully against her crystalline white coat.
Angry, but unable to do anything about it, Flame found that his most fervent wish when it had just been himself and his mother had been granted.. he had the 'freedom' to do as he wished... but his mother paid the price with her own freedom. So Flame resolved himself to do the best he could, and think of a way to free himself and her.. and later the delicate bay filly she birthed into the world and named Cosmo.
Around this time he met a free spirited painted young mare named Ellie, and for a time he thought he loved her... but his overwhelming drive to set his family free forced him to leave her by the wayside... and to later leave the herd itself.
Begging his mother and sister to leave with him, he violated one of the herds founding rules.. that of the union between 'lifemates' and Solomon himself chased the young stallion away, leaving him bloody and broken at the bottom of a rocky gorge.
As for the dreams.. they had subsided during his young adult years, but as he lay there delirious from pain, they returned, and comforted him with memories of his father, his brother, and a time they had all been happy.
Perhaps luck was with him then, for what happened upon him was not a predator, but a lone aged unicorn stallion, well gone into his own dreams. The old greybeard healed the young stallion of fire, and taught him perhaps the most valuable lesson of his life...
Physical Description: Blais is a striking figure among the Elderwillow herd, his physical presence commanding both admiration and respect. A sturdy stallion of impeccable lineage, he carries the hallmarks of strength and elegance. His rich chestnut coat is accented with bold white patches that form a natural, rugged pattern, reminiscent of rolling clouds or windswept landscapes. His mane and tail, a blend of warm gold and flaxen hues, cascade in thick, flowing waves that catch the light, giving him an almost regal aura.
His proud stance is accentuated by his well-defined musculature, the result of years of dedication to his role as Protector. Every inch of him speaks to a life of discipline and purpose, from his strong, broad chest to his powerful legs built for endurance and precision. Despite his formidable frame, there’s a fluidity to his movements, a grace that belies his physical power.
Blais' face is expressive and sharply defined, with a proud blaze of white running down his forehead to his nose, lending him an air of nobility. His deep, amber-hued eyes are both piercing and warm, carrying the weight of experience and the quiet compassion of someone who has faced many trials and emerged stronger for them.
Adorning his neck is a token of significance—a finely crafted pendant featuring a feather and bead design. This symbol, hanging proudly from a red cord, is a personal emblem of his heritage and connection to the Elderwillow lands. His hooves, polished and jet-black, contrast beautifully with the white feathering above them, completing his image as a stallion of both strength and refinement.
Despite his formidable appearance, there’s a softness to Blais, visible in his calm demeanor and the quiet pride with which he carries himself. He is, without a doubt, the embodiment of a warrior-philosopher, his physicality mirroring the depth of his character.
Personality: Virtues: Resilient, Empathetic, Loyal, Honest, Disciplined Flaws: Stubborn, Overcritical, Proud, Guarded, Impatient Blais, the prodigal son of Flame, is a testament to the strength that emerges from embracing hardship and growing through adversity. His life has been shaped by trials that tested the core of his character, sculpting him into a figure of quiet strength and steadfast resilience. Once plagued by a troubled relationship with his sire, Flame—a bond that was fraught with conflict and anger—Blais has since found a path to reconciliation and mutual respect. Today, he and Flame stand united as mentors and pillars of wisdom for the Elderwillow herd, offering guidance born of experience and tempered by understanding.
Blais emanates a warmth that draws others to him, a presence that acts as a comforting refuge amid the chaos of life. His quiet confidence reflects the deep wells of strength he has cultivated over years of personal growth and hard-fought victories. Yet, his warmth is not mere softness; it is paired with the gravity of one who has weathered storms and emerged unbroken. Blais’ empathy is rooted in his own struggles, allowing him to connect with others on a deeply personal level. He listens with intent, offering counsel that is both practical and compassionate, making him a trusted confidant to those in need of guidance.
Blais' unyielding determination is one of his defining traits. He is propelled forward by an innate belief in his ability to overcome challenges, a quality that has earned him the respect of those who follow his lead. However, this fierce drive is tempered by humility; Blais recognizes that perfection is an illusion and that growth is a lifelong endeavor. His humility allows him to admit when he is wrong and to learn from his mistakes—a quality that balances his natural pride. Even so, Blais' pride can be a double-edged sword. While it gives him the strength to stand firm in his convictions, it also makes him reluctant to seek help or admit vulnerabilities, a trait that occasionally isolates him from those who care for him.
Honesty is the bedrock of Blais' character. He values clear communication and believes in addressing both strengths and shortcomings openly. His critiques are direct but never cruel, aimed at fostering growth rather than tearing others down. Similarly, his praise is sincere and heartfelt, reinforcing the efforts of those under his guidance. Blais' approach to leadership is a blend of tough love and unwavering support; he holds others to high standards but stands ready to support them as they strive to meet those expectations. His ability to mentor others is deeply rooted in his understanding of their struggles, and his advice, while sometimes blunt, is always given with the herd's best interests in mind.
As a former Protector of the Elderwillow herd, Blais' connection to the environment is unparalleled. He possesses an almost instinctual ability to detect changes in the landscape and anticipate potential challenges, whether they come from nature or external threats. This role honed his instincts and deepened his bond with the land, earning him a reputation as a keen strategist. However, his diplomacy skills are less refined, and he is the first to admit that smooth talking is not his forte, often humorously reminding others to call on someone else when tact is required. Despite this, his integrity and straightforwardness have a way of earning trust, even when his words are more cutting than kind.
Blais’ personality is a mosaic of virtues and flaws, each intricately woven together to create a stallion of depth and complexity. His resilience, empathy, and determination make him an inspiring leader, while his stubbornness, pride, and occasional impatience remind others that he is as fallible as anyone else. Together, these qualities make Blais not only a formidable figure but also a relatable one—a stallion who embodies the strength, wisdom, and heart of the Elderwillow herd.
Summary:
History: As a youth, he was as reckless and jubilant as any proud parent could wish...
But such parents did not exist for Blais.
His father Flame had run from the herd before Blais was born, and the young painted cold was raised on the stigma that HE would be just as ... rogue... as his father was. The herd itself was a typical patriarchal herd, where the females caved more often then not to the whims of the males, and the notion of 'chivalry' was reduced to the bare minimum to please a doting father. Flame was, in truth, not a true rogue, but rather a free spirit who found the selfish and insular doctrines of the herd suffocating.
Blais...
Well Blais had little option but to remain and bear the brunt of his father's shame.. though he never learned the reason behind the constant teasing and punishments.
As a result he grew to be extremely bitter towards the memory of his father, and when he became a full stallion, he was charged by the herd patriarchs to find the stallion of fire and bring him to task.
What Blais didn't know was the real reason behind such a task. The herd elders did not really care if the rogue Flame was ever reprimanded, they only knew that such a strong powerful personality as Blais's would soon revolt if they did not give his rage an outlet. The double success of not only setting the son on the father but ridding themselves of the burly young stallion was particularly attractive.
Oblivious, and very.. very.. angry, Blais set off into the wide world for all the wrong reasons.
As time went on, he did eventually meet his father, and in the resulting turmoil.. he learned a little of himself. Between the rough training her received from Crousader to literally pound the vicious anger out of his head and his blooming true personality, Blais did eventually come to terms with his father, and he even met his future lifemate in the form of Cynara.
Their courtship was interesting, at least for Blais, and they finally wed and had three beautiful children. But as with his 'uncle' Tai, duty and the needs of his herd drew him farther away then he ever intended to be, and their parting was inevitable. Unlike Tai, Blais refuses to stagnate in his own pool of self doubt, opting instead to drown himself in his duties...
..though he does flinch every time Bonfire turns around or says something her mother would say... since his daughter is the near spitting image of her mother.
Name: Crousader Found: 11/07/2006 Gender: Male Breed: Cosplay Temper: Distrustful
Physical Description: Crousader is a stallion of undeniable majesty, his presence as striking and unapproachable as a glacier against a winter skyline. His sleek, pearlescent white coat shimmers with an almost metallic sheen, while intricate, faint scars trace his limbs and flanks like frost creeping across glass. These scars, coupled with his proud, battle-hardened bearing, lend him an aura of both otherworldly beauty and a chilling intimidation.
Crousader’s wings are a testament to his Wind lineage—broad, powerful, and perfectly arched, their feathers gleam white with frost-tipped edges that seem to glisten like icicles in the light. They convey an air of untouchable grace, a reminder of the speed and mastery he wields in the skies. Yet, it’s not his wings that command the most attention—it is the armor he wears, crafted with an eye for both elegance and function. His armor is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, polished to a near-mirrored finish. Each piece is etched with delicate patterns reminiscent of frost, as if the very essence of winter had been captured and molded into protective steel. The breastplate, perfectly contoured to his form, bears an icy precision in its design, while his leg guards gleam with the cold, merciless edge of a blade.
His piercing, ice-blue eyes betray little emotion beyond a detached arrogance. They are the eyes of a stallion who has seen the world’s brutality and emerged unyielding, his gaze as sharp and unrelenting as a blade of ice. They miss nothing, locking onto those who approach with an intensity that speaks of both sharp intellect and deep distrust. His frosty bearing and air of detached arrogance ensure that many hesitate to draw too close. His posture is always immaculate—head held high, chest forward, a picture of pride and perfection. This air of chilly confidence serves as both a shield and a warning—Crousader is not a stallion to be underestimated or trifled with.
Beneath his finely sculpted exterior lies a physique built for war. His powerful frame speaks of both strength and speed, honed through years of training and combat. Every movement he makes is precise and deliberate, his posture exuding both control and a subtle challenge to anyone daring enough to approach. Yet his frosty demeanor and sharp tongue make him difficult to know, even for those within his herd. He maintains a near-impenetrable barrier between himself and others, his arrogance discouraging casual familiarity while his distrust ensures that few ever truly break through his icy facade.
Despite his distant nature, there is an undeniable nobility to Crousader. His armor, his unyielding gaze, and his pristine appearance reflect his role as a sentinel and protector. While his icy demeanor keeps most at arm’s length, to the rare few who have managed to earn his trust, he is a stalwart ally and an unshakable force of unparalleled strength—a living embodiment of the cold, untamed winds he commands.
Personality: Virtues: Resilient, Loyal, Honorable, Inspiring, Strategic Flaws: Distrustful, Arrogant, Rigid, Guarded, Vindictive Crousader is a living paradox, a stallion whose complex nature has been forged in the crucible of hardship and pain. His journey from the chains of gladiatorial servitude to the freedom of the Soquili lands is one marked by transformation, resilience, and a fierce determination to overcome the shadows of his past. He embodies the idea that even the most fractured souls can find the strength to rebuild, to grow, and to embrace the hope of redemption.
At first glance, Crousader’s personality is defined by a deep distrust of others. He carries the weight of betrayal and exploitation, his skepticism forming an impenetrable barrier against those who might try to get close. This guardedness, though born of necessity, often isolates him, creating a gulf between himself and the connection he secretly yearns for. He has mastered the art of keeping others at arm’s length, his aloof demeanor reinforced by an almost palpable sense of caution. To him, vulnerability is a luxury he cannot afford, yet beneath his icy exterior lies the faint hope that someone might prove themselves worthy of his trust.
Pride courses through Crousader like a lifeblood, a defiant response to a world that once sought to break him. He holds his head high, his every movement exuding a regal arrogance that demands acknowledgment. This pride is not mere vanity—it is a declaration of survival, a testament to his unyielding strength and individuality. Yet, this same pride can often tip into arrogance, his confidence perceived as overbearing by those who do not understand the depths from which it springs. To Crousader, his self-assurance is both armor and identity—a proclamation that he is more than the sum of his scars.
At his core, Crousader is driven by an unshakable resolve. Once he commits to a cause or a goal, there is no force that can dissuade him. His determination is a blade honed through years of struggle, sharp and unrelenting. This tenacity is both his greatest strength and his greatest flaw. While it allows him to overcome seemingly insurmountable obstacles, it can also lead to inflexibility, his single-minded focus clashing with those who might hold differing views. Compromise does not come easily to him, and his steadfastness can be as much a hindrance as a help.
Yet, beneath the layers of distrust, pride, and unyielding determination, Crousader possesses a quiet but magnetic confidence that inspires those around him. His very presence carries an aura of strength, his resilience serving as a beacon for others to draw upon. He has the rare ability to instill courage in those who falter, to make others believe in their own potential simply by standing firm in his own. His is a leadership born not of words, but of action, his example speaking louder than any rhetoric ever could.
Perhaps the most remarkable aspect of Crousader’s character is his unflinching adherence to a personal code of honor. Despite the darkness of his past, he clings fiercely to his integrity, his loyalty, and his sense of justice. These principles are the foundation of his identity, a moral compass that guides him through the storms of life. He seeks redemption not only for the wrongs he has suffered but for the mistakes he has made, striving to live in a way that honors the kindnesses he has received and the sacrifices of those who have stood by him. His honor is a light amidst the shadows, a constant reminder that even in a world marred by cruelty, one can still choose to be better.
Crousader’s story is one of resilience and contradiction, a tale of a stallion who is both unyielding and yearning, proud and wounded, distant and deeply empathetic. He is a creature of complexities, his personality shaped by a past that has both scarred and strengthened him, and he stands as a testament to the power of redemption and the enduring hope for a brighter future.
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History: Raised in a far away Eastern land, Crousader's parents lived the high life as middle class herd members in an influential herd of cloud white wind soquili. Chivalry and war craft were risen to states of art, and both were performed with all due diligence and honor. Crousader, having been trained in these arts after being acknowledged by superiors as a foal, grew up with a firm set of values and a very real sense of his own place in the 'world.'
Over time, the herd hierarchy changed, and as a young Lieutenant in the herd's defense force, Crousader took the opportunity to explore the expanding territory that now included an isolated temple inhabited by curiously orange clad humans. There, he befriended a pair of young monks, and would often escape from his herd during his free time to relax and listen to the monks' prayers.
Eventually the herd grew too large for on small group to control, and in the resulting turmoil, Crousader (now a high ranking Captain ) and those loyal to him from his command (and their families who wished to come) took up residence around the sky high human temple where Crousader's old monk friends were now venerable sages and where the white horses of the sky were treated as God's own messengers.
The years passed, and Crousader reigned over his rapidly growing group with a fair hand, eventually forced to chase of the old herd he had split from when their political schemes threatened the peace of his own herd and the temple he had grown to love and admire. By now the temple had grown to include one entire mountain peak, and became known far and wide as the Sky Temple of the Sacred Cloudsteeds, renowned for it's glistening white spires and the herd of wind soquili that often visited and transported the sages on their frequent peaceful pilgrimages to the lower Feudal Kingdoms of Men.
But with fame there often follows misfortune, and as is the way of the world, fierce warriors from the west sought the Temple in the Sky, setting siege against the peaceful monks who did nothing more but prayer for their attacker's souls.
Frustrated by the extreme show of pacifism, the warriors.. led by a fierce red haired witchwoman of obvious magical merit... set fire to the temple and resolved themselves to lay low and wait.
As for the wind herd, Crousader had already begun the annual migration to the foaling grounds in the higher altitudes.. but an uneasiness on the wind and a dark feeling in his heart sent him wheeling away from his family and friends, straight into the jaws of a vicious trap. The woman had been uncertain at first of her ploy to literally 'smoke out' the wind soquili, but when the proud patriarch of the herd descended from the heavens and desperately sought his friends out of the smoking rubble, she smiled.
Her plan was simple and well laid out, Crousader never stood a chance against the swift paralyzing spell followed by five burly soldiers who hurriedly chained and dropped him to the ground, binding his wings so tightly against his side the thin bones fractured. Lacking the time to even cry out, he was forced inhale a herbal smoke that kept him numb and delirious... with his final vision of his homeland coming from the back of a rickety mule cart.
From there his memory grew dim and distorted, often plagued by nightmares of the resulting fires and the inevitable collapse of all he held dear. At times he had glimpses of his surroundings.. rolling countrysides, deep hardwood forests, and a biting cold that only worsened the fever he was slowly falling victim too. Finally someone took heed of his condition and he was treated soon enough to keep him from passing on.. though he wasn't sure if that was for the best.
Eventually the caravan he had found himself an unwilling guest of reached it's destination, and even Crousader.. long since desensitized to the ways of man, felt a creeping of fear in his heart as he glimpsed the great buildings of stone that towered over him... and in particular the massive stone dome directly ahead. Calling it a premonition, Crousader wasn't at all surprised to learn that the dome was his destination, and he resolved himself to give it everything he had when they pulled him off the cart.
The time came, but with a start he realized that the witchwoman was once again present, along with her spell, and he couldn't shake the paralysis no matter how aroused he became through sheer anger. Desperately he fought the bonds mentally as more dirty humans came forward and along with a pair of mules, dragged him from the cart and into the deep abyss of the Dome where they left him in a damp windowless cell.
The days seemed to go on forever, gradually bleeding together into one congealing mess of blood, humidity, and searing heat. Human attention was short lived, but brutal to the extreme since they had learned to fear him and his sharp hooves. Every once in awhile the witchwoman would appear, her eyes intent while her power swirled about and subdued him. These encounters would leave him shivering for hours after, with the aftershocks running through his body with alarming speed.
Then he came.
He was a young wraith of a boy, obviously starving and a slave, but then by this point so was Crousader... and he just couldn't bring himself to even consider sympathy for one of them. Yet the boy did intrigue him, as his behavior was quite unlike that of his masters. On multiple occasions he would sit patiently out of reach of Crousader's hooves, watching him, perhaps pushing a bit of his own meager dinner towards the stallion, but often he went just as hungry as the wind stallion. At first Crous would try to chase him off, but he eventually gave up in the face of the boy's persistence and his brave kindness. Months went by, and Crous stopped even acknowledging the boy's presence, even when the pale creature started sleeping in his pen to avoid the ire of his slave masters.
That changed though, when the boy's master's finally caught up with him.
The night had been as peaceful as the hell-pens got, and by the highest point in the moon even the loudest moaners had finally slumped off to sleep. Winter had set in, but despite the drop in temperature, the boy was still clothed in the scant garments of his caste. The relevancy of that would only come into play later when Crousader reflected upon the night's events.
Just past the midnight hour, and right after Crous had finally passed into his own nightmares, footsteps echoed hollowly down the line as a troop of guards formed up and prepared for their nightly walk-through. As usual, their racket woke the white stallion, so he paid particular attention to the sounds of their steps, waiting for that one particular guard who seemed to take a sick joy in waking the miserable creatures locked down here.
As predicted, the shouts and the roars started halfway to the stallion's stall, and with a heavy sigh, Crous brought himself to his feet and feigned sleep. The boy finally came awake, but instead of scurrying to the door and out to whatever rat's hole he usually hid in.. he remained, a fierce look on his face when he noticed the winged stallion standing.
"I'll get'm thi'ime, I pro'is" he mumbled, crouching near the door where the guard always stepped through too taunt the white wind. He had little to arm himself with, only a wooden bowl and a bent piece of iron he held two handed like a sword.
Shocked out of his masquerade by the boy's foolhardy courage, Crous's head came up just as the guard reached his door and opened it...
... then things happened to fast for Crous to process. The boy struck, and the guard yelled.. but then the boy yelled as the guard, bearing a bloody nose, attempted to pummel him into the ground of Crousader's cell. Another moment and the boy had wormed his way free, dodging the burly guard and running beeline for Crousader.
He was uncertain for but a moment, which for the boy was all to the good since the white stallion's eventual response was to attack the guard. Later he might wonder why he didn't take the opportunity to rid himself of two humans, but he supposed the pleasure of actually having a shot at the bothersome guard and his comrades who had also come pouring in was more then enough. That.. and maybe the boy wasn't so bothersome at a deep level. The guards were fearful of him, as well they should be, so it wasn't all the much trouble to rid himself of their presence, and for the boy... he was huddled at the back corner of the cell. Within reach, and now that the immediate threat had passed, fearful of him.
For a long moment the stallion regarded the boy, then without fanfare resumed his pose of false sleep, keeping his ears and half-lidded gaze trained on the door...
... and later that night, when the boy finally slept, Crousader had picked himself up and quietly levered himself down and around the tiny sleeping form. The chains binding him clanked and rattled mercilessly, but the boy slept on unawares.
Time wore on, and eventually Crousader came to rely on the boy. It had been a long time since human hands had carefully and gently unknotted his long white hair, or tended the many cuts and scrapes he had earned over the year spent in this prison. But he allowed the boy to tend to him now, and in return guarded him fiercely whenever the guards or the slave master revived their attempt to capture him. But such attempts eventually ceased altogether, and the pair were left in relative peace in the damp dungeon... with Crousader gradually growing stronger and stronger with both the boy's care, and a sudden increase in his rations.
That puzzle, however, resolved itself soon enough when the witchwoman returned... only this time she had words only for the boy... in a language Crous could not understand. His boy, however, seemed heartened by the woman's words, and that night he whispered to the white stallion of a promise of freedom, if only they could defeat a series of challengers to the Great Ring. The Great Ring was unknown to the stallion, but the boy appeared to know it well...and Crousader took heart from his Boy's optimism, and looked forward to the assigned day the Boy had marked in long stripes down the stone wall of the cell.
Finally the day came, and his Boy garbed himself in something other then rags for once... since the guards had left him a simple white robe and a rope to use as a belt. But for the Boy, what was most important were the pair of leather sandals also left for him, his first shoes ever! Which he happily told Crousader as he dressed.
As for Crous, they had left a few pieces of metal, and after clothing himself, Boy turned his attention to them, puzzling for a moment over their use before clapping his hands once in delight.
"For you!" he proclaimed, holding up a head shaped piece, which he then placed over his own head in demonstration before pointing at the stallion. Admittedly ill at ease with adding weight to his body when he wished to only be as light as possible so they could escape quickly, Crous stared dubiously at the helmet, but lowered his head anyway to allow the Boy to put it on him. Bands for his legs followed, along with a shining breast collar that had a small hand hold at his withers for the Boy to hold on to.
Stomping his foot, Crousader shook the rest of himself, assimilating the changes and preparing himself for the effort to come. Likewise, he missed the look of pride in the Boy's eyes, turning only in time to see the Boy hastily wipe his eyes and step towards him, laying a companionable hand on his shoulder.
"We'll show them." he whispered, his bright eyes fierce. Looking down on him, Crousader nodded once, shortly, startling the Boy with his comprehension, before swiftly bending one knee and extending a wing to balance himself, obviously inviting the Boy to ride. If the Boy had any doubt in his heart about mounting such a creature, he showed none of it; springing lightly forward, he positioned himself in such a sway so as not to impede the big white wings, and buried his hands in Crousader's mane.
Once he was settled, the white stallion started forward, where the guards opened the gate and motioned for them to proceed down the dark corridor... where a shining portcullis met them, barring them from a perfectly symmetrical oval of gleaming white sand.
They could not see across the other side clearly, but Crousader thought he could make out the imposing shape of three other gates, cut similarly to the one he and the boy where behind. He pondered the implications of this, before he noted once very disturbing fact a little higher up...
The Great Ring... had a roof.
Panic gripped him, and he turned to look back at the boy, wondering if this was a recent development he hadn't known about, but the boy only pat his shoulder and nodded fiercely. "We'll be free, but not out of this Ring. Too strong." He said, obviously having followed the stallion's gaze and divined his thoughts. Crous, for his part, only snorted once and turned to look back at the sand beyond the gate, just in time for the great metal bars to slowly rise on well oiled hinges.
Rearing back, he half spread his wings, (as much as the narrow corridor would allow) and bounced out of the gate, landing in the deep sand where he finally let his wings out fully, flaring them wide as he reared up and trumpeted a rebellious whinny to the stands of two-leggers who now rose to their feet and cheered. Unknown, but not forgotten, the boy ignored the crowds, whispering only to the stallion. "Be easy, we fight what comes, beat it, and leave this place a few times.. then red woman let us go."
Flicking an ear back, Crous acknowledged this by settling all four feet to the earth, where he stood quietly, blue eyes intense beneath the shinning helm as he watched the portcullis across from them rise.
What was beyond it fell to the sands of time, as did it's followers for a full two years. Crousader and his Boy were rightfully feared and revered by the people of the cruel society that had taken them prisoner and made them slaves to their sadistic and malevolent ways. And their promised freedom.. never came.
The Boy never lost hope, but Crousader felt the cruel bite of hope once again being dashed on the rocks as he never felt the cruel whips of the beastmasters when they insisted on fitting him for newer armor. The Boy was never far from him though, and would often step in and take a fair share of the beatings himself, begging the stallion to stop fighting them...
...reminding him everyday that while they were alive, hope for escape still existed.
...Funny how life works.
Four years of fighting, mauling, and killing... Crousader lost his boy to the very woman who had promised them both freedom.
She was a swift shadow in the dark, arriving at their improved cells which now sported straw for both of them to sleep on but little else, and whispered to the Boy in that unknown language of hers. He woke witha start, and went to her, whispering only that she must be here to tell them how they would escape...
Crous never saw his boy alive again, but he could smell the blood from outside the heavy door, and he heard the strangled gasp as she killed him. But what hurt the most was that even right before his death, his boy had only hope for freedom.
Crousader took that with him as he heard his boy take his last breath, and resolved to free himself, and his Boy's spirit. Carrying him with him forever when he finally took to the skies again.
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In a cruel twist of fate, the witchwoman later proved to be the only human capable of controlling the white stallion's rage, and she rode him daily into the Great Ring to face the poor wretches pulled from this cruel city's prison and set into the colosseum with only the clothes on their backs, and long-swords commoners were never allowed to learn how to use.
Daily, Crousader made every attempt to kill her, and daily she added another piece of skin from his hide to her collection.
Until finally he met his match in an opponent other then her, and they both faced the Dragon Myrrdin in the Great Ring.
Physical Description: Shishio Gen is a figure of quiet, stoic intensity, his very presence commanding attention and respect. Towering and massive, his form is a masterpiece of raw strength and shadowed elegance. His jet-black coat, as dark and impenetrable as the night, absorbs all light, amplifying the glowing crimson markings that pulse faintly along his body. These marks, which seem to flicker with an inner fire, are etched with an ominous energy, hinting at his kalona heritage. Yet his demeanor remains calm, unyielding, and composed, a stark contrast to the ferocious aura he radiates.
At the center of his brow stands his singular, jet-black unicorn horn, sleek and sharp, a striking symbol of both his unicorn lineage and the power he wields. Its unrelenting darkness complements his stoic presence, its simplicity betraying nothing of the formidable strength behind it. The horn is as much a weapon as it is a crown, a silent declaration of his indomitable will.
Gen’s wings, vast and leathery, stretch outward like a cloak of shadow. Their bat-like structure, veined with the same crimson glow as his markings, casts an imposing silhouette when spread, transforming him into a living specter of power. His mane and tail, wild yet controlled, flow like dark rivers of shadow, further accentuating his primal, untamed nature.
Despite his ferocious appearance, Gen's presence is restrained and enigmatic. He carries himself with a calm, almost meditative stoicism that belies his fearsome exterior. His eyes captivate those who dare to look closer. They are a striking, vivid emerald green—deep and piercing, with a clarity that seems almost otherworldly. These eyes are a window to his stoic soul, offering a glimpse of the intelligence, wisdom, and measured strength that lie beneath his intimidating exterior. His movements are deliberate and purposeful, exuding a quiet confidence that speaks of battles survived and a will forged in the crucible of hardship.
Gen’s frame, rippling with muscle, bears the scars of countless conflicts, each one a story of survival and resilience. His cloven hooves strike the earth with unspoken authority, leaving behind the faintest scorch marks, as though the ground itself bows to his presence. While his appearance is ferocious and commanding, it is his stoic demeanor—his ability to project power without speaking a word—that makes him truly formidable. He is a living paradox: a creature born of chaos, yet capable of the stillness and silence of the deep woods before a storm.
Personality: Virtues: Stoic, Loyal, Observant, Honest, Resilient Flaws: Blunt, Detached, Intimidating, Self-Neglectful, Unyielding Shishio Gen is the embodiment of stoic resilience, a quiet sentinel shaped by the trials of his unikalona heritage and his unwavering dedication to his role as a protector. His presence is as steady as a mountain, radiating an air of composed strength that commands respect and offers reassurance. He is not a stallion who wastes words or actions; every move he makes is deliberate, every word spoken measured. In his silence lies a profound power—his actions and bearing often speak louder than words ever could.
Stoicism is the bedrock of Gen's character. He has learned to master his emotions, presenting an exterior of calm control even in the direst of circumstances. This ability to maintain composure allows him to navigate challenges with clarity and precision, focusing on the greater good rather than succumbing to personal doubts or fears. To those around him, Gen’s unshakable demeanor is a source of strength, a reminder that even in chaos, steadfast resolve can prevail.
Though Gen speaks sparingly, his words carry immense weight. He values honesty and integrity above all else, and his speech reflects this commitment. When he speaks, it is with a concise, deliberate tone that cuts to the heart of any matter. His bluntness can be jarring to some, but his sincerity is undeniable, and those who know him understand that his directness comes from a place of deep care and responsibility.
Gen’s keen observational skills are second to none, honed by years of vigilance and self-discipline. He has a predator’s awareness, capable of detecting even the subtlest changes in his environment. This acute intuition allows him to anticipate threats and react swiftly to protect those in his care. His ability to read situations and individuals with remarkable precision is both a gift and a burden, as it keeps him in a near-constant state of alertness.
Intimidation comes naturally to Gen, an unintentional byproduct of his imposing presence and stoic nature. His emerald-green eyes, piercing and unblinking, seem to see straight through to the soul. Combined with his massive frame and restrained demeanor, this aura of authority often keeps others at a respectful distance. While his intimidating presence serves as a powerful deterrent to potential threats, it can also isolate him, making it difficult for others to connect with him on a personal level.
Beneath his formidable exterior lies a stallion of profound depth and unwavering loyalty. Gen’s dedication to his role as a guardian is absolute, often to the detriment of his own well-being. He places the needs of others above his own, driven by an innate sense of duty and a desire to protect those who cannot protect themselves. His resilience and determination are unyielding, forged in the fires of hardship and tempered by a commitment to honor and integrity.
However, Gen’s stoicism and self-imposed isolation come at a cost. His detachment can make him seem cold or aloof, and his blunt honesty often lacks the gentleness needed to comfort others. While he values self-discipline and control, this rigidity can sometimes make him resistant to change or alternate perspectives. Yet, for all his flaws, Gen is a stallion of undeniable strength and virtue, a guardian whose quiet dedication and unshakable presence leave an indelible mark on those who walk beside him.
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[ x ] - [ 02-01-2012] - The Color of Fury - w/ Cetra & Seethe [ x ] - [ 06-16-2012] - Like Drawing Blood (Collection) - w/ Cetra & Seethe [ x ] - [ 01-13-2014 ] - Looking At Life Through A Loaded Gun - w/Maeryn & Seresai [ x ] - [ 12-09-2015 ] - Whisper Walk - w/Cetra
Physical Description: Amarinne is the very embodiment of timeless grace and ethereal beauty, a unicorn mare who seems to have stepped out of a dream spun from starlight and silk. Her flawless snow-white coat shimmers with an opalescent sheen, as though kissed by the moon herself. It glows faintly even in shadow, lending her an otherworldly presence that captivates all who behold her. Her golden mane and tail, cascading in luxurious waves and artfully woven braids, glint like molten sunlight, framing her slender form with an almost divine radiance. The intricate braid draped over her shoulder speaks to a quiet refinement, each twist and weave a testament to her meticulous elegance.
Crowning her noble brow rises a long, spiraling horn, its golden hue glinting with an almost divine luminescence. It is both a mark of her lineage and a symbol of the mystic energy that seems to flow effortlessly around her. Beneath it, her striking emerald-green eyes, deep and serene, draw the gaze like a hidden forest pool. They hold an enigmatic depth, a quiet wisdom that suggests she has seen much, endured much, and carries it all with a silent dignity.
Her frame is the embodiment of refined strength and delicate grace, slender yet statuesque, moving with a fluidity that suggests she is untouched by the weight of the earth. Each step she takes is light yet deliberate, as if the ground itself bends to meet her. Draped around her neck is a simple yet exquisite green gemstone, suspended on a dark ribbon that enhances her natural radiance without overpowering it—a subtle accent that reflects her balance of simplicity and grandeur.
Amarinne’s aura is one of serene mystery, an intangible glow that seems to ripple outward and touch all who stand in her presence. There is a quiet majesty about her, a calm assurance that commands respect without demand. She is not merely beautiful—she is captivating, her appearance and demeanor weaving together to create a figure of mythic allure.
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Amarinne is a mare of profound serenity and quiet resilience, embodying the strength that emerges not from defiance, but from an unyielding grace in the face of hardship. Her composure, though seemingly delicate, conceals a core of steel—a steadfast ability to endure, heal, and grow. Amarinne’s strength lies in her capacity to find beauty in even the darkest of times, to nurture hope and love where others might succumb to despair. This gentle persistence defines her, enabling her to open her heart to trust and compassion, even after enduring betrayal and suffering.
At the heart of Amarinne’s character is a deep and abiding love that transcends mere emotion. It is a profound connection to life and those around her, a wellspring of healing energy that flows from her very soul. Her gift of healing, both physical and emotional, is a reflection of her desire to ease suffering and bring solace to those in need. She possesses an almost otherworldly ability to soothe pain, her presence alone a balm for troubled hearts and weary spirits. Her empathy runs deep, a quality forged through her own scars and hardships, allowing her to connect intimately with others' struggles.
Amarinne’s past is one of trials and transformation. Deceived and manipulated in her early years, she was ultimately rescued by Crousader, a bond that would become the cornerstone of her life. Their relationship, rooted in mutual protection and understanding, evolved into a partnership of profound trust and companionship. These shared experiences shaped Amarinne into a mare of wisdom and grace, her past suffering lending her an uncanny insight into the complexities of life. Her intuition is a quiet yet powerful force, allowing her to perceive truths hidden beneath the surface and offer guidance that is both profound and timely.
Though Amarinne’s demeanor is gentle, she possesses a quiet authority that commands respect. Others are drawn to her for solace and guidance, her soothing presence acting as an anchor in turbulent times. Her influence is subtle yet undeniable, often working through careful suggestion and understated wisdom rather than overt assertion. She rarely challenges directly but instead uses her deep understanding of others to guide them toward better choices. This approach is particularly evident in her relationship with Crousader, where her influence serves as a stabilizing force. While she defers to his leadership in many instances, her insights often temper his decisions, and her occasional firm words carry immense weight.
Amarinne’s strength lies not only in her ability to heal others but also in her capacity to heal herself. She has emerged from the shadows of her past with a sense of purpose and a commitment to spreading light in the lives of those around her. Despite her reluctance to lead outright, she has become a quiet beacon of hope and wisdom within her community. Her relationship with Crousader reflects this balance—a partnership built on mutual respect, where her gentle guidance complements his intensity, and her resilience steadies his more volatile nature.
Amarinne’s life is a testament to the transformative power of love and grace. She embodies the idea that true strength comes from vulnerability, that healing is not just a gift for others but also a path to one’s own renewal. Through her unassuming yet deeply impactful presence, she offers a reminder that even the most fragile-seeming hearts can carry the weight of the world—and emerge all the stronger for it.
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History: Raised to follow in the footsteps of an aging and selfish generation, Amarinne had little going for her but the sheer depth of her beauty... which among her family herd was something of a requisite for success.
The herd at large was a richly pagan society, worshiping the Great Spirits as a whole, but paying particular mind to a sect of Fertility Gods whom they believed had bestowed great treasures on the herd in the past. Perhaps the older generations knew more of these great 'Happenings' but the younger generations were deliberately kept in the dark, and forced from a young age to partake in several years worth of lessons.
As for Amarinne, her parents loved her fiercely, but she had been deemed pliant and pretty enough to undergo a special sort of training from the matriarchs of the herd.. and was thus taken from them when she was a yearling.
What that special training entailed was something even Amarinne was uncertain of years later. Sure she had learned multiple methods of persuasion and seduction, but the WHY of her lessons eluded her. She had literally been programmed as a tool... a deceptive one that was used purely as a means to insure the survival of the herd and it's twisted ideals.
By her seventh year, she entered the final part of her training, wherein she was charged with the duty of going out into the world bringing back (or sending back) males of appropriate temperament and physique. But rather then continue on as the mindless drone the matriarchs had tried to turn her in to... she evolved slowly during the time she wandered alone. She had always questioned the decisions made for her , but being of mild temperament, she allowed herself to be satisfied with the general (but firm) replies she got from the herd matrons. Now, though, with no one but herself to find the answers... she finds herself not only questioning the policies of her herd.. but the fundamentals of her own thoughts. Where does SHE begin and the HERD end?
It is at this point that Crousader stumbled across her... when she has allowed her beauty to shrivel, and her self esteem has crumbled into something akin to pure self loathing.
Physical Description: Tai was a striking stallion whose presence exuded warmth and charisma. His deep, rich brown coat had a lustrous sheen, reminiscent of polished mahogany, catching the sunlight with a golden glow. His mane and tail cascaded in vivid golden waves, their bright hue lending him an almost regal air, while the soft curls framing his face added a touch of playful elegance. His large, expressive eyes held an inviting spark, filled with curiosity and charm, drawing others in with their warmth.
Tai’s build was sturdy yet refined, with well-defined muscles that spoke of his vitality and strength. His movements were graceful, each step purposeful and fluid, as if he were always in perfect harmony with the world around him. Golden fetlocks adorned his legs, further accentuating his vibrant color palette and giving him a uniquely radiant appearance.
Around his neck, Tai proudly wore a leather cord adorned with a dreamcatcher, its feathers and beads swaying gently as he moved. This treasured piece added a layer of mystique to his already magnetic presence, hinting at his connection to the spiritual world and his deep respect for his heritage. Every aspect of his appearance, from his shining coat to the delicate accessories, reflected a stallion who embraced life with open arms and an open heart.
Personality: Tai, affectionately known as Otaikimmio'tokaan, was a luminous presence whose spirit embodied love, compassion, and harmony. Within the Elderwillow Herd, he was a cherished heart—a stallion whose gentle soul and natural warmth created a haven for those in need of solace. To know Tai was to know kindness, and his influence left an indelible mark on all who crossed his path.
At the heart of Tai's personality was a deep and abiding compassion. He had an extraordinary gift for seeing the goodness in others, no matter how obscured it might be by flaws, insecurities, or even darkness. This rare quality made him not only a confidant but also a source of healing for those burdened by pain or doubt. Tai's empathy was vast and unwavering, allowing him to connect with others on a soul-deep level, offering them the understanding and encouragement they often didn’t realize they needed.
Tai's love was limitless, radiating from him like sunlight. It was a love that transcended barriers, embracing every member of the herd and extending to all creatures and beings in his orbit. He approached life with a genuine openness, offering acceptance and kindness to anyone who sought it. Tai’s heart was his greatest gift—a vessel of unconditional affection that made everyone feel seen, valued, and cared for.
Social by nature, Tai thrived in the company of others, where his charisma and charm seemed almost effortless. He was a natural weaver of bonds, uniting individuals through his ability to foster mutual understanding and goodwill. Whether it was bridging divides between herd members or building alliances with neighboring herds, Tai’s presence inspired harmony. His capacity to create connection was a true gift, leaving lasting ripples of peace and camaraderie in his wake.
One of Tai’s most endearing qualities was his talent as a matchmaker. He had an intuitive understanding of relationships, often seeing potential connections long before others recognized them. His matchmaking wasn’t limited to romantic endeavors; he had an uncanny ability to pair individuals in ways that brought joy, fulfillment, and mutual growth. Tai’s aim was always happiness, and his efforts strengthened the emotional fabric of the herd, creating bonds that often became unbreakable.
Yet, beneath his glowing exterior was a quiet strength. Tai’s resilience, though subtle, was deeply rooted in his unwavering belief in love and kindness as forces of transformation. Even when faced with challenges, he maintained his faith in the goodness of others and his role in bringing light to dark places. This inner strength was a quiet flame that burned steadily, a testament to his courage in the face of hardship.
Tragically, Tai’s life was taken by a malevolent force, a darkness that could not extinguish the light he had shared with the world. His loss left an irreplaceable void in the Elderwillow Herd, yet his legacy of love, compassion, and connection endured. Tai’s memory remained a source of inspiration, a reminder that even in his absence, his spirit continued to guide and nurture those he had touched. His presence, though no longer physical, was a thread woven into the fabric of the herd, forever binding them to the radiant soul who had loved them so completely.
Summary:
History: Raised by the Kawani maiden Celei, he is one of the first soquili to join ranks with the humans, and would later become one of the foundation blocks of the Islagiatt herd, which he helped forge along with his adopted sister Yei Umeko (the Alpha,) his mentor Flame, Flame's blood son Blais, Yei's mate Grencia, and the embattled old wind stallion Crousader. Over time, the herd grew with both the addition of new members and the birth of children... most notably (for Tai anyway) his own three children, whom he raised lovingly with his former lifemate Esperanza.
These days he spends a great deal of his time with the human Celei (since she was a sickly woman, and he tries the best he can to enjoy every moment he has with his adopted mother.) Flame, Blais and Dream keep him company in the human camp, and for awhile he would make special trips out into the wilds to seek out his lifemate.
But as is ever the case, long distance relationships seldom last, and in a final heart wrenching goodbye, Esper leaves him in search of herself... though Tai believes he is primarily at fault for neglecting her so.
As such, he spends even more time with the humans, carting Celei back and forth from the Kawani Village where she ply's her trade as a artisan for soquili items and a herbalist. Occasionally he will accompany the hunter Pathen on his quests for game, but that is usually whenever Blais or Crousader cannot join their bonded human.
Name: Toujours --- "TJ" Found: Gender: Breed: Temper:
Physical Description: TJ is a striking figure whose presence is impossible to ignore. His coat, a deep and lustrous ebony, shimmers subtly in the light, giving him an aura of quiet, otherworldly majesty. This darkness is punctuated by his pristine white fetlocks and hooves, which seem to glow softly, as though touched by moonlight. The stark contrast between his dark coat and bright lower limbs gives him an almost ethereal quality, as if he walks between shadows and light.
Atop his proud brow is a single, sharp unicorn horn of midnight black, spiraling with perfection. It gleams faintly, exuding an understated power and authority, a silent testament to his unique lineage. His mane and tail, both long and flowing, ripple like dark waterfalls, catching the wind in gentle waves. Strands of his mane often frame his chiseled face, giving him a wild, untamed appearance that complements his enigmatic nature.
Toujours’ eyes are a piercing golden amber, deep and vibrant like the heart of a flame. They seem to hold an endless well of wisdom, as though they have gazed upon the secrets of the universe and emerged with a quiet understanding of its mysteries. Yet, they also hold a mischievous spark, betraying the eccentric wit and playful intelligence that define his personality.
His frame is lean yet powerful, built for both endurance and grace. His movements are deliberate and fluid, each step a calculated balance of strength and elegance. A long, whip-like tail trails behind him, its sleek length ending in a wisp of silky hair that mirrors the flowing texture of his mane. The faintest flick of it is often enough to punctuate his quiet authority or dismiss unnecessary chatter.
Despite his refined and majestic appearance, there is an air of unpredictability about Toujours. The way he carries himself—upright, poised, yet with a slight tilt to his head as though he’s always pondering some whimsical thought—reflects his unorthodox and curious nature. His physical presence, much like his personality, invites intrigue and commands respect, ensuring that wherever he goes, Toujours leaves a lasting impression.
Personality: Toujours, the enigmatic dark unicorn, is a captivating blend of intellect, charisma, and eccentricity. His presence is as magnetic as it is perplexing, embodying an intricate balance of spiritual devotion, intellectual curiosity, and empathetic insight. At once a thinker, a seeker, and a gentle provocateur, Toujours defies simple categorization, leaving an indelible impression on those fortunate enough to encounter him.
At the heart of Toujours' identity is his role as a self-styled priest of the mysterious "One God," a deity known only through his own proclamations. His faith, however, is neither dogmatic nor exclusionary. Always reverent, yet strikingly open-minded, he approaches spirituality with a universal respect, celebrating the diverse beliefs of others while remaining steadfast in his own. This rare blend of conviction and inclusivity speaks to his deep understanding of the shared human (and Soquili) quest for meaning. To Toujours, belief is a personal journey, and he sees beauty in every path.
Despite his role as a spiritual guide, TJ— as he is often affectionately called—does not posture as an infallible prophet or divine avatar. Instead, he offers wisdom that is at once profound and enigmatic, rooted in a wealth of knowledge acquired through unknown means. His mind is a treasure trove of ideas, effortlessly navigating the realms of philosophy, history, science, and art. His insights often leave his audience in awe, though his unconventional way of presenting them can sometimes be as puzzling as it is profound.
Charisma seems to flow effortlessly from Toujours, but it is not a tool of manipulation or vanity. His allure lies not in his striking appearance but in the authenticity of his character. His ability to connect with others is rooted in genuine curiosity, respect, and a deep belief in the transformative power of Truth. His conversations are both intellectually stimulating and emotionally grounding, often leaving others feeling inspired and understood.
Toujours' intellect is a labyrinth of complexity. He shifts seamlessly between weighty discussions of cosmic truths and playful musings on life's smaller mysteries, his thoughts flowing with an almost musical cadence. Yet, for all his intellect, what truly sets him apart is his intuitive grasp of social dynamics. He possesses a near-supernatural ability to sense the emotional undercurrents in a room, adapting his words and actions to meet the needs of those around him. This empathetic sensitivity allows him to build bridges between individuals, fostering understanding even in the face of discord.
Beneath the charisma and intellect lies an unyielding commitment to the pursuit of Truth. Toujours engages in discussions with an honesty and integrity that is both rare and refreshing. His arguments are meticulously reasoned, supported by both knowledge and a willingness to listen. He does not shy away from difficult conversations, instead embracing them as opportunities for growth and enlightenment. This sincerity is one of his most defining traits, earning him respect and admiration from those who value depth and clarity.
Yet, Toujours is not without his quirks. His personality is a kaleidoscope of contradictions—serious yet whimsical, deeply spiritual yet grounded in reason, aloof yet profoundly empathetic. This unique combination of traits makes him both a mystery and a source of comfort. Toujours has a way of making others question their assumptions while simultaneously offering them a safe space to explore their thoughts and feelings.
Through his presence, Toujours embodies a philosophy of unity—of bridging divides between faith and reason, individuality and community, the spiritual and the tangible. His life’s work seems to be creating harmony where discord might otherwise thrive, encouraging those around him to seek higher truths while celebrating the beauty of their personal journeys. Always enigmatic, Toujours is a living paradox: a heretic with the heart of a saint, a scholar with the soul of a mystic, and a companion whose guidance feels as timeless as it is unique.
Physical Description: Wildfire is a striking mare who lives up to her name with her fiery, spirited presence and distinctive appearance. Her deep, burnished red coat glows with an intensity that seems to flicker like the flames for which she is named, a vibrant hue that catches the light with every movement. Her muscular build, while undeniably feminine, exudes strength and agility, hinting at her heritage as the bold and tenacious daughter of Flame. Wildfire's every step carries a confident energy, her gait fluid and unrestrained, like a wildfire blazing across an open plain.
Her mane and tail are a flowing cascade of tawny gold, their sunlit brilliance contrasting vividly with her rich red coat. They tumble in loose, windswept waves that seem to have a life of their own, often braided or adorned with subtle charms and beads that she has crafted herself. These adornments reflect her innovative and creative nature, a personal touch that highlights her individuality and free-spirited personality.
Her expressive eyes, a warm and intelligent amber, burn with curiosity and determination. They are sharp and penetrating, often alight with mischief or thoughtful reflection. Her gaze speaks volumes about her clever mind and unyielding drive to question, explore, and challenge the world around her. Her chiseled features, framed by the cascading strands of her mane, are undeniably beautiful, yet her beauty carries a wild, untamed quality that mirrors her personality.
Wildfire’s physique is built for endurance and speed, her legs strong and sturdy yet finely sculpted. Her hooves, polished and dark, carry her with an effortless grace across diverse terrain, reflecting her versatility and adventurous spirit. Scattered faint scars along her legs and shoulders speak of past adventures and challenges, reminders of her resilience and willingness to push boundaries in pursuit of her ideals.
Adorned with a simple, handcrafted feather necklace that she treasures as a symbol of her connection to her family and the herd, Wildfire is a walking embodiment of her name—a force of nature that is both fiercely independent and deeply rooted in her heritage. Her physical presence radiates vitality, strength, and an unrelenting passion for life, making her an unforgettable figure among the Elderwillow Herd.
Personality: Wildfire, the brilliantly innovative daughter of Flame and apprentice to the eccentric priest Toujours, is a beacon of vitality and unbridled curiosity. She possesses a rare combination of intellect, audacity, and emotional depth, making her a force to be reckoned with and an inspiration to those who cross her path. Her personality radiates an intensity that is both invigorating and challenging, pushing boundaries while drawing others into the gravitational pull of her enthusiasm.
Her relentless thirst for life and adventure is both her hallmark and her guiding light. Wildfire approaches the world with the energy of a gale, embracing every opportunity to explore, learn, and grow. Her adventurous spirit isn't limited to the physical realm; it extends to the uncharted territories of thought, emotion, and relationships. She thrives on discovery, finding beauty in the chaos of the unknown and transforming it into something meaningful.
Wildfire’s passion for change and progress is infectious. She doesn’t just accept the world as it is—she questions it, dismantles it, and reshapes it in her pursuit of improvement. Her ability to challenge the status quo isn’t born of rebellion for its own sake but rather a deep-seated belief in the boundless potential of individuals and ideas. This drive to innovate is tempered by her unique capacity for empathy; she understands that change is a collective effort and often seeks to inspire rather than dictate.
Beneath her energetic and bold exterior lies a surprising depth of introspection. Wildfire may act on instinct at times, but she is far from impulsive. Her decisions are often the result of rapid but deliberate processing, as her mind is a whirlwind of interconnected thoughts and possibilities. This fast-paced reasoning allows her to respond dynamically to challenges, but it can sometimes leave others feeling as though they’re struggling to keep up. However, those who take the time to understand her will see that her actions are guided by a well of thoughtfulness and care.
Wildfire’s charisma and natural leadership abilities make her a unifying force within the Elderwillow Herd. She has an innate talent for connecting with others on a personal level, bridging divides with her warmth and genuine interest in their stories. Her mentorship by Toujours has further honed her ability to navigate complex social and spiritual dynamics, adding layers of nuance and wisdom to her already formidable personality. Her blend of boldness and compassion enables her to spark change without alienating those who fear it.
At her core, Wildfire is driven by a profound sense of purpose. She is not content to merely exist; she seeks to leave a legacy of growth, understanding, and transformation. Her journey is a testament to the power of resilience, creativity, and a fearless heart. For all her strength, she remains deeply human—vulnerable, searching, and endlessly learning. In her, the fire of her namesake burns brightly, illuminating not just her own path but also the paths of those fortunate enough to walk alongside her.
Physical Description: Tylen moves through the world with the quiet grace of a myth given form. His coat, a soft ivory kissed faintly with golden light, seems to drink in the sun and radiate it back in subtle ripples, like dawn pooling along the edge of a still pond. Standing beside him, one might think him slight, perhaps even delicate, until the full measure of his size becomes clear—until the shadows he casts stretch long and sturdy. There is a surprising weight to him, not one you see but one you feel, like the solid hush of a mountain just before the wind shifts.
Tylen’s mane is kept cropped short in the disciplined tradition of his human teachers, its pale cream strands touched faintly by firelight. This neat cut emphasizes the elegance of his neck, clean and unencumbered, save for a single long section that is carefully banded and braided. This braid falls in a gentle stream down his shoulder, a quiet homage to the life he once lived among the mountain monks. His forelock, medium in length, is kept meticulously clear of his emerald-green eyes, framing his noble face without obscuring it.
His tail, a true leonine unicorn’s tail, adds to his striking silhouette. It sways with a steady rhythm, the tuft at its end moving with a deliberate grace that seems neither hurried nor aimless, as though every motion is imbued with purpose. His wings, though often furled against his sides, hint at their grandeur with the faintest brush of feathers. When spread, they reveal their splendor—white at their base and gilded at the tips, as though kissed by the light of a setting sun. In motion, they are a hymn to the skies which he does not hesitate to claim.
Atop his noble head spirals a single horn, polished and perfect, its ivory gleaming like frost touched by moonlight. It is a thing of quiet power, subtle and sharp as a knife hidden in plain sight. And then there are his eyes—deep emerald green, alive with a kindness so profound it unsettles, as though he sees not just into you but through you, past the brambles and shadows and down into the secret shape of your soul.
Adorning his legs are bangles of gold and crimson cords, each one a soft reminder of the life he has lived before and the oaths he made to his eachers. They are not ornamental, not really. They speak of purpose, of memory, of something sacred left behind yet carried forward. The gold glints with intricate engravings—symbols of wisdom and devotion etched with an artisan's care. The crimson threads are frayed at the edges, a sign not of neglect but of wear, of a life lived among the wild cliffs and the wide sky of a faraway range.
And there is strength in Tylen, though it wears no banner. It lies in the quiet tension of his shoulders, the surety of his stance, the easy motion of his stride. He is no warhorse, no muscled behemoth bred for brute strength. Yet there is a purpose in the way his body moves, a testament to long-forgotten disciplines practiced among jagged peaks and whispering winds. He climbs, flies, and fights—not for blood or glory, but for something quieter, something deeper.
Despite all this, it is his presence that lingers. Tylen carries himself as if he belongs to the air itself, a creature too vast and gentle to be bound by earth or sky. There is no arrogance in him, no ostentation. Only a stillness, a weight, a story that cannot quite be told but is felt, all the same. To stand near him is to feel the world slow, as though drawn into a rhythm older than the stars. And when he moves away, it feels as though the air itself holds its breath, reluctant to let him go.
Personality: Tylen, the Angeni of Compassion, embodies a rare combination of depth, gentleness, and strength that leaves a lasting impression on those who encounter him. His presence feels like a gentle sunrise—quietly illuminating, warming even the darkest corners of a soul without demanding attention. With a heart as vast as the skies he often soars through, Tylen radiates an unshakable calm that steadies the turbulent emotions of those around him.
At the core of Tylen’s personality is a profound spirituality that intertwines seamlessly with his embodiment of Compassion. He views emotions—whether joy or sorrow—as sacred threads in the tapestry of existence, and he treats the feelings of others with reverence. Tylen's gift lies in his ability to hold space for the pain, love, and fears of others without judgment, offering a silent understanding that often speaks louder than words. His empathy runs deep, but it is not fragile; it is the tempered steel of someone who has carried the weight of others' burdens and has come out stronger for it.
Tylen’s sense of humor is as nuanced as the rest of his personality. It is not loud or boisterous but wry and deeply thoughtful, surfacing at just the right moment to lighten the atmosphere. He uses humor as a balm, a way to remind others—and himself—that even in moments of hardship, life’s absurdities can bring joy. Among those he trusts, Tylen lets his guard down, revealing a playful side that’s prone to teasing in the gentlest, most endearing ways. These moments of lightheartedness make him all the more approachable, a reminder that compassion and laughter are not mutually exclusive.
Honor is the foundation of Tylen’s character. His moral compass is steadfast, and he walks his path with integrity, even when doing so comes at great personal cost. To Tylen, honor is not rigid adherence to rules but a deeper commitment to doing what is right, even in the face of ambiguity. He would sooner risk his life than compromise his principles, and this unwavering sense of justice makes him a figure of trust and reliability within his herd and beyond.
Though Tylen is resolute, he is not inflexible. He possesses a wisdom that allows him to navigate life’s complexities with grace, understanding that the world is painted in shades of gray. This open-mindedness enables him to mediate conflicts and guide others with a nuanced perspective that takes into account the intricacies of emotion and circumstance. Tylen’s ability to see the multifaceted nature of every situation makes him a powerful ally and an unparalleled guide for those seeking clarity and balance.
At his heart, Tylen is a teacher of compassion—not through lectures or grand gestures but through his actions and presence. He encourages others to embrace their capacity for empathy, showing them that strength lies not in suppressing vulnerability but in acknowledging it. His capacity to inspire is not rooted in forceful leadership but in his ability to nurture growth in others, helping them see their own potential for kindness and resilience.
Abilities:
Understanding Heart: Tylen possesses an innate ability to sense the emotional essence of those in his presence. While he may not know the specifics of their situation, he intuitively understands the depth and nuances of their feelings. For example, if he meets an angry mare grieving the loss of a lifemate, he feels the profound love and care she once held, even without knowing the details of her heartbreak. This power is strictly emotional in nature, providing him with heightened insight but requiring proximity—Tylen must be physically present with the individual to sense their emotions.
Compassionate Blessing: This unique ability elevates Tylen’s gift for empathy by allowing him to temporarily share his Understanding Heart with others. Through this "link," Tylen connects two beings emotionally, creating a brief but powerful mind-to-mind bridge that fosters mutual understanding and compassion. This connection transcends words, revealing the raw truth of each soul to the other.
Tylen can comfortably link two individuals at a time, facilitating reconciliation or deeper empathy between them. With immense effort, he can extend this connection to as many as six individuals simultaneously, though the strain on him is significant. For darker or malevolent beings, such as shifters or those with twisted intentions, the effect of his Compassionate Blessing is intense, akin to a burning light piercing through their shadowed hearts. For Tylen, the effort is equally taxing, requiring physical contact with the being to enact the link, particularly with those rooted in evil. In such moments, his power acts as a force of reckoning—a challenge to those who have long abandoned the light.
Through these abilities and his unyielding spirit, Tylen bridges divides, mends hearts, and brings hope to those who have forgotten the beauty of connection. His life is a testament to the transformative power of compassion, an endless wellspring of strength and grace for those fortunate enough to walk beside him.
Physical Description: Manny, a dynamic Wind stallion of the Elderwillow Herd, cuts an unforgettable figure with his bright bay coat that gleams like polished copper under the sun. His coloration is nothing short of striking—rich chestnut-red tones accented by deep black points at his legs, muzzle, and the tips of his ears. Golden dapples cascade across his flanks and shoulders, catching the light with a brilliance that lends him an almost ethereal quality. His coat is a perfect reflection of his vibrant personality, polished to a fine shine by both his meticulous care and the demanding, active life he leads.
Dominating his powerful form are his wings, reminiscent of the red-tailed hawk both in shape and hue. The feathers are a warm blend of earthy browns and golden reds, transitioning to darker tips that carry an air of strength and precision. When fully extended, the wings reveal their true majesty, their breadth and structure designed for speed and endurance. The rich patterns of his feathers evoke the wild freedom of the skies, embodying his role as both scout and fighter for the herd. Their sweeping arcs are a marvel of natural engineering, capable of carrying him over vast distances with effortless grace.
Physically, Manny is built like a powerhouse, his frame a perfect balance of muscular strength and aerodynamic agility. His broad chest and sturdy legs are testaments to the years of training and effort he’s poured into becoming one of the herd's most dependable protectors. His muscles ripple beneath his coat, evidence of a life spent in motion—whether soaring high above the canopy or galloping across open plains. Though he is undeniably strong, there is a refined elegance in the way his body moves, a harmony of power and precision.
His mane is a glossy black, short enough to remain practical but long enough to frame his chiseled, expressive face. A few windswept strands fall artfully over his forehead, lending him a touch of rakish charm. His forelock, trimmed just enough to keep clear of his striking dark eyes, adds to his approachable appearance, while his tail—a rich, black leonine shape—swishes with a steady rhythm, exuding confidence and poise.
Manny’s eyes are perhaps his most captivating feature. Deep and full of life, they are windows to his charismatic and cheerful spirit. Gleaming with humor and a sharp intelligence, his gaze invites trust and camaraderie, embodying his gregarious nature. Despite his role as a fighter and defender, there is a softness in his expression that speaks to his natural warmth and ability to connect with others.
For all his friendliness, Manny's physique leaves no doubt about his combat readiness. The faint scars hidden among the golden dapples of his coat tell quiet stories of battles fought and won, each mark a testament to his bravery and dedication. His posture is always poised and alert, his head held high with an air of readiness that underscores his reliability in moments of crisis.
When Manny moves, it is with a combination of power and exuberance that commands attention. His stride is confident and purposeful, his wings tucked neatly at his sides until the moment they unfurl to their full splendor. Whether flying through the skies or standing as a stalwart sentinel, Manny embodies the perfect fusion of strength, charm, and unshakable loyalty to his herd—a beacon of hope and steadfastness in both calm and storm.
Personality: Manny, the gregarious and kind-hearted Wind stallion of the Elderwillow herd, is a living embodiment of joy, resilience, and unyielding loyalty. His personality radiates warmth, like the sun breaking through clouds, and his presence is both energizing and comforting. Manny is not just a member of the herd; he is its heartbeat—a steadfast protector, a jovial companion, and a beacon of hope during turbulent times.
Manny thrives in the company of others, his natural charisma drawing herd members and outsiders alike into his orbit. Social by nature, he is the life of any gathering, weaving stories and laughter into the fabric of the herd’s shared experiences. His exuberance is contagious, and his ability to foster camaraderie and unity makes him a cornerstone of Elderwillow’s tight-knit community. Whether he's sharing tales of his latest scouting adventure or simply lifting spirits with his infectious laugh, Manny’s presence brightens the lives of those around him.
At his core, Manny is driven by a love of challenge and a thirst for adventure. He relishes the thrill of a well-matched fight or the satisfaction of overcoming a formidable obstacle. This daring streak fuels his unwavering confidence in his own abilities. However, this same confidence sometimes crosses into overconfidence, leading him to take risks that could endanger himself or others. When his boldness lands him in trouble, Manny is quick to own his mistakes, turning missteps into opportunities for growth. His willingness to learn from failure is a testament to his humility, a quality that tempers his otherwise brash nature.
Fiercely loyal to his herd, Manny’s protective instincts run as deep as the roots of the Elderwillow itself. He views the safety and well-being of his herd not just as a responsibility but as a personal mission. Manny’s devotion is not limited to physical protection—though his powerful build and combat prowess make him a formidable defender. He is equally invested in the emotional health of his herdmates, often stepping in as a confidant or a shoulder to lean on during times of distress. His unwavering loyalty and boundless compassion make him a cherished guardian in every sense of the word.
Beneath his easygoing exterior lies a well of resilience and determination. Manny approaches life with a "pick-yourself-up-and-try-again" philosophy, a mindset honed through countless battles and personal trials. His optimism is a powerful force, inspiring others to find strength within themselves even in the darkest moments. Manny’s belief in redemption and growth reflects his own journey, and he often encourages those around him to embrace their potential and learn from their setbacks.
Manny’s self-assuredness, while a cornerstone of his personality, is also a double-edged sword. While his confidence inspires those around him, it can occasionally blind him to the nuances of a situation or lead him to underestimate an opponent. Still, Manny’s ability to adapt and learn ensures that even his missteps ultimately serve as lessons. He views each challenge as an opportunity to grow stronger, smarter, and more capable of serving the herd he loves.
In Manny, the Elderwillow herd has a fighter, a friend, and a force of nature. His blend of charisma, courage, and compassion makes him a cherished figure within the herd and a formidable presence to those who dare threaten it. Manny’s life is a testament to the strength found in loyalty, the power of optimism, and the unyielding spirit of those who dare to live with their hearts wide open.
Physical Description: Hunter is the physical embodiment of quiet strength and unyielding resolve. His jet-black coat gleams like polished obsidian, a flawless expanse of darkness that seems to drink in the light rather than reflect it. Every inch of him exudes understated power, from the solid musculature beneath his sleek hide to the quiet confidence in his deliberate movements.
His wings, large and imposing, are a true testament to his Wind heritage. Their feathers, a deep black that fades into faint, shadowy undertones at the tips, give him the appearance of a storm gathering strength on the horizon. When at rest, they fold neatly against his sides, almost blending into his form, but when spread, they are commanding—each beat deliberate, steady, and powerful, reflecting the steadfast nature of the stallion they belong to.
Hunter's mane and tail, both as black as midnight, are unpretentious yet elegant. His mane falls in soft, windswept layers, kept short enough to emphasize his sharp features and strong neck. His tail is long and leonine, ending in a tuft that moves with a measured grace, matching his composed demeanor. His forelock, slightly unruly, rests just above his piercing amber eyes, the only splash of color on his otherwise shadowy frame. These eyes, intense and focused, seem to hold an eternal vigilance, a readiness to act when the moment calls for it.
His build is both lean and powerful, a perfect balance of speed and strength. Every line of his body speaks of endurance—built not for show but for action, for the demands of a life lived in quiet service to the herd and its protection. His hooves, like obsidian shards, are strong and sure, carrying him across all terrains with an unshakable determination.
Though Hunter carries no elaborate adornments, his presence needs no embellishment. His simplicity is his statement, a reflection of his grounded and unpretentious nature. He stands like a sentinel, silent and watchful, his very bearing a reassurance to those around him.
To stand in Hunter’s presence is to feel the weight of reliability and calm resolve. His form, sleek and understated, is a testament to his inner strength—a quiet, immovable force upon which the Elderwillow herd can always depend.
Personality: Hunter, the steadfast and dependable counterpart to his exuberant brother Manny, embodies a personality steeped in quiet strength, measured resolve, and unshakable loyalty. Where Manny's energy ignites the room, Hunter's presence grounds it, offering a steady and reassuring balance that anchors those around him. His quiet demeanor belies a depth of character and a courage that runs as deep and constant as an underground river.
Naturally introverted, Hunter thrives in moments of stillness. He finds comfort in solitude, often retreating to the edges of the herd or the quiet spaces of the Elderwillow lands to reflect and recalibrate. Yet his introspection does not isolate him—it refines him. Hunter's ability to step back, observe, and consider gives him a remarkable sense of clarity. His thoughts run deep, and when he chooses to speak, his words carry the weight of that reflection, offering insights that are often sharp, profound, and unexpected.
Though not one for idle chatter, Hunter’s voice is a steady compass when it matters most. His conversations, though sparse, are purposeful and meaningful, forging connections built on trust and mutual understanding. To hear him speak is to feel his quiet sincerity, his words reflecting a soul unshaken by fleeting emotions or passing whims.
Hunter’s loyalty is the cornerstone of his character. To his family, his herd, and his principles, he is unwaveringly devoted. His bond with Manny is particularly striking—where Manny’s exuberance sometimes leads to impulsiveness, Hunter is there to temper it, offering a calm perspective and stepping in when necessary to keep his brother from overstepping. He is Manny’s anchor, the silent force ensuring his brother’s fire doesn’t burn too wildly. This protective nature extends to the entire herd; Hunter sees himself as their silent guardian, ready to shield them from harm without a moment’s hesitation.
Hunter’s courage is a quiet but indomitable force. He doesn’t seek glory or recognition, but his bravery shines brightest when the stakes are highest. In the chaos of battle, his stoic presence is a rallying point, a living promise that the line will not falter as long as he stands. His resilience and reliability inspire confidence in his comrades, a constant reminder that they are not alone.
While Hunter’s strength is one of his greatest virtues, his stoicism can sometimes act as a barrier. He carries his burdens silently, unwilling to share them for fear of appearing weak or becoming a burden himself. This self-reliance can make him seem distant, even to those closest to him, and it’s not always easy to break through the walls he’s built around his emotions.
Despite his reserved nature, Hunter is far from cold. His actions often speak louder than words, expressing a quiet warmth and care that reveals the depth of his compassion. Whether standing watch late into the night to ensure the herd's safety or silently helping a struggling companion, Hunter’s kindness manifests in deeds rather than declarations.
Hunter is a pillar of strength, a sentinel whose silent watchfulness protects and uplifts those around him. His introspective nature, unyielding loyalty, and quiet courage make him an indispensable member of the Elderwillow herd. Through his calm demeanor and steadfast heart, he embodies the enduring strength that allows others to shine, even as he remains a steady light in the shadows.
