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I don't... Think that'd actually work considering the actual culture of the flock.


She would have to steal him from a VERY protective mare (as the flock does not share their stallions with outsiders except in cases where there are more Harpy males than females in the canon, which isn't the case as the majority of the flock is a high percentage of Clawed females and a low percentage of clawed stallions within the Canon Universe of the flock). and would have to capture the Harpy stallion force him to follow, which is her since Flock born stallions are raised to be loyal and untrusting of outsiders -- Many will defend themselves and fight just as fiercely as any mare would from an attacker-- would be EXTREMELY difficult and quite possibly lethal considering how the fight goes and his constant struggles and attempts to escape and return to his home. Especially since Hex would have to sleep sometime and while the males are gentle in safe times, they are still quite dangerous and would take the opportunity. Especially since its over a week or so long journey from the Flock Territory and the Hatetalon territory when both people have their minds set on it. It'd take much MORE than that to force one and she'd get caught by hunters and warriors before she got there since he'd be leaving as many signs as possible to follow.

And if he's a 'harpy' stallion, for someone without talon's it'd be pretty difficult to keep the claws contained AND still actually transport him. The Territory is fiercely guarded and males are only allowed near the boarder of it if guarded by a mare (often his current partner or someone who he's assisting/is assisting him with an idea) and within hearing range of guards.

It's a clever idea, and might have worked with a single hippogryph stallion (Since Harpy's and HIppogryphs are approximately the same thing only one's a mutant version of the other mixed with regular so actually LESS Hippogryphy) without a herd protecting him and tricked into it. Heck, if you'd like a hippogryph for it, I have a hippogryph stallion she could capture who's got nothing to do with the flock (Ichtaca Patli) I volunteer for the plotline. However I dont see why its necessary for your girl to become a hatetalon considering the hatetalons HAVE non-hippogryph members so she doesnt have to be one (And reading their information, males are usually cannibalized if they dont escape, so none would stay or be willing to go to the Hatetalons, ESPECIALLY Considering they're both mortal enemies.)


However there is a possibility of taking your plotline and tweaking it to work believably: You could have Hex join the hatetalons (Since she doesnt have to be a hippogryph to join), and then convince Lunadriel of a possible raid on the Flock with a war party -- turn it into a massive group RP where they attack a Flock Camp and raid the spoils, INCLUDING The stallions, and try herding them back to their land as a group (thus making it a bit more believable., thus resulting in a big conflict between the two enemies. In such an RP plot, I'd be willing join in with Taarab and even allow for one of my mares (possibly Kamunyak) to get injured in the attack

Edit: Derp I forgot to mention that another way the plot could work is if she ATTEMPTED To steal a stallion and got in a fight with the mare protecting him and eventually got chased off (or managed to beat her, tried dragging him away with him fighting until guards show up XD), or captures a non-flock male that was on the boarder and the two mares fight for it and then one decides its not worth it and instead tries to chase BOTH out of the territory.

Long ago a Stallion Shaman of a different herd grew resentful, wanting to keep his ignorant opinion that males should rule over females but wanted to dominate and possess a Harpy Mare, longing for their beauty and strength and to prove his superiority by controlling them.

The stallion however knew he could not overpower the mares of the flock and was a weak and cowardly man, and would not dare enter the territory, knowing our priestesses magic was stronger than his own, and the Spirits of good favored us. So instead he turned to the spirits, begging for a mare to be created in the image of the Flock, to be his lover and servant.

However, evil spirits answered his cry, but did not do quite what he had wanted, and created a mockery of a Harpy Mare out of the mud, and fired her into a hallow clay shell, painted pretty colors and filled her as their vessel, breathing life into her and her shell into flesh. But inside she remained a Hallow creature filled with evil.

She lied sweet nothings into his ear and acted as his slave, and as soon as she was round with child, she murdered the foolish stallion and bathed in his blood, feeding from his Flesh. The dark spirits then looked at their reflection in the river and crooned at themselves, pleased with their beauty. But she, like the stallion who wished for her, grew jealous of the Flock, knowing they were more beautiful and strong than she ever would be. The Evil spirits craved for more blood to form its evil brood, and wanted the blood of the flock.

They are the Hatetalons, the cursed ones who hide their evil in a mockery of the Flock. To this day, these Hallowmares filled with Evil spirits and their wicked spawn lurk at our borders, longing for the blood and flesh of colts and stallions that venture from the safety of their protectors, and little fillies who don't learn to fight and venture alone past the borders. But today you are safe, for the Flock is strong, and they are so very far away. Stay close and grow strong. And one day Good will win.

As all know, the Great Mother spirit, Then Flesh, was blessed with Three daughters of Harpy blood. They were strong, and beautiful, and bore many daughters. The youngest of these Grandchilden of the Great Mother Spirit however was a weakly child named Kitkun, and cruel in nature. While her sisters captured stallions and kept them safe away, only punishing when a stallion was mean, Kitkun would often take the nicest, strongest, and most loyal of the stallions and torment them when it was her turn to watch them, angered by their loyalty, and would take all of them as her personal toys, refusing to share with her sisters. She would also often argue and heckle her sisters. This gave Kitkun the nickname "Hatetalon" for she was a spiteful and cruel mare.

Meanwhile, the Eldest daughter of the three mares was named Avalyn, and she was the most beautiful and strong of the daughters, and captured many males on her own but only bred with them to reproduce, allowing the other mares to enjoy them for pleasure as well. She guarded the flock and fought fiercely to keep them safe, and she was often round with Child, the most like the Great Mother Spirit, and even gifted in Flight, having been born with the blessing of wings.

However Hatetalon grew jealous of her Eldest sister, unable to bear healthy children or win a fight against anything but the weaker stallions. One night she asked her Sister-in-arms for help "Sister Avalyn, Sister Avalyn. I have found a herd of deer with a Pure white doe while out hunting and wish to present her to Seda the Oracle-Mother, but you are our best hunter and would keep her hide clean. Please, join me in the hunt?"

Avalyn smiled, glad to help her family, and hopeful that this was a change in Hatetalons way, "Oracle-Mother would be honored by her hide, and our sisters would be blessed by her flesh, for she is an offering from the spirits, and we can join together in the hunt."

The two traveled for a day, and Little Hatetalon whined as the night fell, "Sister Avalyn, Sister Avalyn. I am tired and afraid of the dark."

"Then you shall sleep, and I will keep watch" The beautiful Avalyn stayed up through the night, and Skinwalkers prowled. She stayed the night fighting, and did not rest before they traveled once more.

The next night, Little Hatetalon cried again, "Sister Avalyn, Sister Avalyn. I am tired and hungry.."

"Then you shall sleep, and I will hunt." The Mare Avalyn spent the night hunting, and found a young boar.. The mare returned in the morning and hatetalon ate all of the food and even sucked marrow, leaving none for the hunter Avalyn, and without food or rest the two traveled once more.

The third night little Hatetalon Cried "Sister Avalyn, Sister Avalyn. I am thirsty"

"Then sleep, And I shall find you water." But the only water she could find was the dew on the leaves, which she gathered and gave to her sister, and they traveled once more, her throat parched, stomach empty, and eyes tired.


On the fourth cooed to her sister, "Sister Avalyn, Sister Avalyn. You look tired, cold, and hungry. Sleep and I will hunt for food and furs tonight. Tomorrow we will have the deer."

Pleased by her sisters kindness, The mare laid down to rest, "Thank you Sister Kitkun." - She called her by her true name as she was kind to even her cruelest of Sisters " And tomorrow we shall hunt together."

"yes Sister Avalyn." However Little Hatetalon went through the woods until the eldest mare was asleep, and quickly lashed her throat with her claws and teeth, mauling the Kindly mare in her exhausted and weakened sleep. But the act transformed the mare, and no matter how she washed she could not get the blood from her coat, her claws stained red with blood, her coat instead growing more and more red with it as she tried to remove it. Desperate the mare took Sister Avalyn's coat, wearing it to look like her instead, and buried her in the woods.

At home, Seda the Oracle-Mother wept for her daughter Avalyn, having a vision of her death, and sent three guards to find them.

"Sister Avalyn Sister Avalyn!" they cried, as they went through the forest, "Sister Kitkun Sister Kitkun!"

Little Hatetalon cried, "Sister Kitkun died and was buried. Only I, Sister Avalyn survived."

The guards cried for little Kitkun, thinking she had passed, and began their walk back.

On the first night, Little Hatetalon cried, "Guards, I am tired and Thirsty"

The guards looked confused, "Sister Avalyn, you are the best at finding water, and have been through this way. Can you not find water?"

Embarrassed and worried they might find her a fraud, the mare sniffed, "Of course I can" And she traveled through the night, and found nothing, not sleeping at all.

The night night she cried, "Guards, I'm Tired and Hungry"

"Sister Avalyn, you are our best hunter."

"Of course." But Kitkun could find nothing but a slim rabbit, while the guards each found a fattened duck.

The next night the group was stalked by skinwalkers, And the guards cried out "Sister Avalyn Sister Avalyn, you are our best warrior. Help us fight!"

Little hatetalon however tried to flee, and was surrounded. The skinwalkers attacked and tore off the skin she was wearing before the guards could kill the cursed ones, revealing her for Sister Kitkun beneath the skin she wore.

"Aya! Sister Avalyn is dead, and Hatetalon killed her!" The guards cried out, wailing as the mare Fled into the Forest, never to be a part of the Flock again.

Her hatered grew as she knew she would never go home, and wanted what the Flock wanted. Her daughters, weak and twisted as she was took her nickname as their own, and they became the Hatetalons. They hunt as scavengers on the unwary of the flock, and grow in hopes of one day destroy us. May we grow stronger as the spirits watch over us, so they may one day fall and we remove their pestilence from our world. Praise be to the Great spirit mother and the Sacred Trio who will aide our victory!

Name: Faithofthefallen
Soquili's name & cert: Ignazio
Reason for joining: Ignazio has an absolute terror of commitment after his mother leaving them while he was still in his basket. As an adult among his native herd, the Debbani, he becomes a bit of a playboy although nothing ever comes of his dalliances. He is too afraid to let any female in other than his sister. I feel like he would never willingly stay around a female for enough time to get to know her and possibly fall in love in his current state, and among the Debbani there is no one who can or would force him to stick around, so I want him to be captured and put into a situation where he is constantly exposed to females, eventually letting his guard down and moving his development foreword.
How did he end up being captured?:
Ignazio is very overprotective of his sister Kynreeve, when she decides to go off on her own outside of their homeland and forbids him to accompany her, he trails along behind so he can be there in an instant if she needs protection. Unfamiliar with the lands outside of the desert, they accidentally pass through an area bordering the Harpy's territory and Ignazio, alone and unsuspecting, is captured.
Will you be escaping later? If yes, how?: Honestly it depends on the plots and the relationships he develops within the flock. I feel like he would be really homesick initially and crave any chance to escape, but I know there are descendents of soquili from his culture within the flock so if he got to know them, it may help alleviate that. His sister and father may launch a rescue attempt later on, if he is unhappy and hasn't found any true connection to the other members of the flock, he will probably go with her and move on in life. If he finds love and/or strong friendships, he will refuse to go with them and stay in his new home.
AIM?: Nope
Do you acknowledge that you understand the Flock's practices?: Yes!

Sure! Start one up so I have an idea of where your boy is/what he's doing? It works best of he's near where the trees are marked with claw hewn symbols in the woods surrounding the wooded territory so we can be sure that he's at least within the 'outsiders from non-neighboring herds are open game' range.