● ●xx[ Welcome to Herds of Azreth! We are a shop focusing on a special breed of horses -- called Azrein -- who bond inseparably with humans. Please look around, and if you have any questions, feel free to ask anyone in the thread -- anyone here will be happy to help you! ]
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Herds of Azreth is HIRING!!
We're looking for Soulpainters, Certists, and RP Managers. To apply, please go H E R E !
Also, we have a FREE Roleplaying Contest to win two BEAUTIFUL Blankets! Click the image below to enter!
◤xᴍ ᴀ ʏ ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xx31sᴛ ::xx Created a TekTek Contest for dressing the HoA v.3 Mule! Prize is 1mil in Gaia Gold. HERE are the rules && information! xxxxx● ●xx30ᴛʜ ::xxSet Up New Thread. xxxxx● ●xx10ᴛʜ ::xxBegan Kirin Lines && Templates.
◤xʜᴏᴡ ᴅᴏ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀᴢʀᴇɪɴ?x◢ xxxxx● ●xxCheck our Availability, on page two. We usually always have a way to get one -- flatsales, events, auctions, RP events, raffles, games, or even freebies for newbies!
◤xᴄᴀɴ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ғᴏʀ ғʀᴇᴇ?x◢ xxxxx● ●xxActually, Azreth does give out freebies to newbies. But this only happens occasionally. If he is giving out freebie customs, it'll say so on the front page!
◤xʜᴏᴡ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴅᴏᴇs ᴀ ғʟᴀᴛsᴀʟᴇ ᴄᴏsᴛ?x◢ xxxxx● ●xx5,ooo gold for an Adult, 7,ooo gold for a Growing!
◤xᴍᴀʏ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴄᴇʀᴛᴇᴅ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴍʏ ᴀᴢʀᴇɪɴ?x◢ xxxxx● ●xxOf course! Whenever we do drop-offs or growings, we'll quote you and post an image of your certed Azrein, with a link to its Uncert! If you don't get an Uncerted image, just PM your colorist or King Azreth.
◤xᴡɪʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴀᴢʀᴇɪɴ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴏɴ ɪᴛs ᴏᴡɴ?x◢ xxxxx● ●xxYep. It takes two weeks from your blanket to grow to a foal, then one month from foal to adult. However, you may request that we delay your Azrein's growth, in the event you wish it to remain in a specific stage for a longer period of time.
◤xᴄᴀɴ ɪ sᴇʟʟ ᴏʀ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴍʏ ᴀᴢʀᴇɪɴ?x◢ xxxxx● ●xxYou may NOT sell your Azrein under any circumstances. The shop will take your Azrein from you if you no longer want it, and will re-home it for you. However, if you would like to give your Azrein away to a friend, please go H E R E
◤xᴄᴀɴ ᴀᴢʀᴇɪɴ ʙʀᴇᴇᴅ?x◢ xxxxx● ●xxOf course! Check T H I S out for more information.
◤xᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴘᴇᴛ ᴛʀᴀᴅᴇs?x◢ xxxxx● ●xxYep. PM the Colorist of your choice with an offer.
◤xɪs ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴅ?x◢ xxxxx● ●xxNope! But it's the only way to custom lineart and coloring for you Azrein, to have Stats, Breed, and get those awesome Breeding perks!
◤xᴡʜᴀᴛ's ᴀɴ ᴇǫᴜɪᴠɪʀ?x◢ xxxxx● ●xxKind of like an Elder. But as an Equivir, your Azrein gets completely original, unique lineart and coloring -- that means no one else will have an Azrein that looks like yours! Go H E R E for all the information!
◤xᴏᴋᴀʏ, ɪ'ᴍ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ. ᴅᴏ ɪ ɢᴇᴛ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ɪᴛ?x◢ xxxxx● ●xxYes! There are many things you can get out of roleplaying like extra blankets in breedings, chance of getting edits added to your azreins and more -More information about RP perks H E R E
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◤xғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ɢᴀɪᴀ's ᴛ.ᴏ.s. ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxThis one's a no-brainer, guys.
◤xʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀғғ ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxIn every shop, in every setting when it comes to B/C's there is always a group of hard working staff members. Colorists, lineartists, managers etc. They will respect you, so please do the same, If there is an issue feel free to IM King Azreth [AzrethTheKing]
◤xғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxUnfortunately things have happened here and there, but it doesn't have to happen here. This is a shop for the regulars, newbies and even for you as well lurkers! Come one, come all. Let everyone join in on the fun, don't be picky folks!
◤xᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇɢ ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxOne thing every shop, hates to have are those who beg. -- The staff here provide to those who are active in this shop very generously and include the new individuals just as much. There should be no need to beg at all.
◤xʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ. ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ. ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ. ʀᴇsᴘᴇᴄᴛ ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxNo excuses, treating someone poorly is treating someone poorly. Do not insult, harass, gang up on, or pick a fight with anyone. This shop was created purely for fun, and we want it to stay fun. If you're going to choose and ruin it that way then expect a blacklisting.
◤xǫᴜᴏᴛɪɴɢ ʟɪᴍɪᴛs ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxIf you MUST use quotes, please don't quote an individual more than THREE times maximum. Also, please do NOT quote the front page.
◤xᴀʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇғᴛ ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxWill NOT be tolerated, as per the original rules under the influence of the King himself, he will send his Guard Dog Puddle on you and he will rip your throat out AFTER reporting you. <3
◤xǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs, ᴏʀ ᴄᴏɴᴄᴇʀɴs ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxThese should ALL be PM'd to King Azreth himself. He will get back to you as soon as he possibly can.
◤xᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʜᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴄᴏʟᴏʀɪsᴛs! ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxThis irritates us because we are busy with either real life or working on other shop issues, and it makes us REALLLYY want to put your Azrein at the back of the line. It's disrespectful, and if the only reason you talk to us is to ask when your Custom or Breeding will be done, we reserve the right to cancel the trade, reject your Custom / Breeding, and possibly even GrayList you. We don't want to do it, but we will, considering that we work as hard as we can and it's insulting when you harass us However, we've never had to throw someone on the GrayList in over four years, so let's not start now! . So please don't do it, okay? ♥
◤xɴᴏ ᴅᴜᴘʟɪᴄᴀᴛᴇ ɴᴀᴍᴇs ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxThis goes for both Azrein and Familiars. If there is a mare named 'Fred,' and you want to name the stallion you just got 'Fred,' it will not happen. The filing system we use to upload our files into the HoA Photobucket is organized by name, making it impossible for there to be two of the same name, even from gender to gender.
● We also use the Azrein name for breedings -- the parent names are on the offspring's cert, and it makes it easier for us when using the family's genetics when only one Azrein with the name exists.
● V A R I A T I O N S of the same name ARE allowed -- if an Azrein was named 'Sabrina' and you wanted the same name, you could change the spelling to 'Sebrina.' You could add a nickname or a last name, as well -- there is an Azrein named 'Dark Tide,' and his brother is 'High Tide.' However, you may still call and refer to the Azrein by nickname [ie 'Tide'] in RPs and when talking about him, of course.
◤xᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀ's ʟɪsᴛ ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxThe O W N E R ` S _ L I S T, updated once to twice a week, holds the name of E V E R Y Azrein. PLEASE search for the name you wish to call your Azrein [press ctrl+f for an easy find] BEFORE putting the name on the Certing Form / Custom Order Form. Colorists _ W I L L _ check the Owner's List before Certing your Azrein! If they find the name you wish to use, they will ask you to correct your form.
◤xᴀʟɪɢɴᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴɢᴇ ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxYou may change the Alignment of your Azrein THREE times. For each change, you must have at least a one-page RP or Journal Entry explaining the change of heart.
◤xᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇʀᴛɪɴɢ ғᴏʀᴍ ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxWhen filling out the Certing Form in a Colorist's C E R T I N G _ T H R E A D, please post a link to the IMAGE of the Azrein. Even if it was in a group sale, link to the image and give a small description of the Azrein you won. Putting something vague like "the blue one in the flatsale" just irritates us, because we don't know WHICH blue one from WHICH flatsale you're referring to.
● Be sure to use the correct Certing Form! When requesting a Cert for a NEW Azrein you won / ordered, please use the "New Cert" form. To change anything on you Azrein's Current Cert or to have a Familiar you bought added to the Cert, please use the "Certing Change" form.
● If you are unsure as to what you want your Azrein's Alignment to be and will decide later after RPing and getting a feel for their personality, post on the Cert Form that you'll decide later. We'll set the Alignment as Neutral, and you can let us know once you figure it out. If we don't hear from you within three weeks of the Certing date, we'll keep it at Neutral.
◤xʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴛɪʀᴇ ᴇᴠᴇɴᴛ ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxR E A D _ T H E _ E V E N T _ P O S T _ E N T I R E L Y. Each colorist has a different way of doing things, and each event may be drastically different from the last.
◤xᴍᴀxɪᴍᴜᴍ ᴀᴢʀᴇɪɴ ᴡᴏɴ ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxThe MAXIMUM number of Azrein you can win from an Event will be posted in each individual Event's Rules -- the number you may win will vary with the Event's size. For example, if we have an event with over 3o Azrein, you will be allowed to win far more pretties than you would in an Event with only 1o Azrein up for grabs. So P L E A S E _ R E A D the Rules!
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xxA stallion the richest, most diverse shade of gray you have ever seen greets you as you step foot
on the Isle, blocking your way, but not unkindly. Blue eyes hold your gaze far past a comfortable
point, the stallion's muscles quivering with tension. Nostrils flaring, the Azrein lets out a held
breath, the scent of crisp apples and sweet alfalfa carried towards you as he exhales.
You stand uncertainly, and the stallion shakes himself, the violet strands of his mane catching the
light of the dying sun. Blue eyes sparkle as he nickers out a breathy chuckle, and he trots towards
you, hooves dancing in the lush grasses beneath him.
"Pardon my rudeness, new one. I sincerely apologize, but please understand that we're going
through some...rough times right now." The stallion's ears flick backwards in irritation, his eyes
scanning the horizon behind you. "My name is Valdien, Protector of the Greater Herd, and I bid
you welcome to the Floating Isle of Azreth. I will escort you to the King's Castle, but I regret I must
leave you at the Gates to resume my patrol. Now, if you'll follow me, we have quite a ways to go,
but I shall tell you a tale to pass the time." A blue eye winks at you, and the stallion ruffles his
multi-hued wings, settling them into place on his shoulders, pressing them tightly against his ribs.
Valdien takes a step closer toward you, so your elbow touches his shoulder.
On the floating island of Azreth, there once lived a King so great in his majesty that all of his people
thought him a god. The King had riches, women, jewels, plenty of land, but most importantly, he
had the love of his subjects. However, something was missing in his life; something he could not
name no matter how hard he searched. The King was lonely, painfully so, and no man, woman, or
child could ease the dread he held in his heart.
All of the people mourned for their King when he stopped coming down to the towns to speak
intimately with them. They cried when the King's Heralds spread news instead of the King himself,
knowing that the great King was fettered by his aching sorrow. The people brought him everything
they could think of to try to cheer him: wondrous, forgotten plants from the World Below, long
thought to be extinct. Birds of such shapes and colors that the brightest flowers were envious of
their feathers. Children of all ages brought their most valued treasures: a piece of string from their
favorite blanket, a stick that their old dog had played with before he had passed, and the children
always gave the King their bright smiles.
But nothing worked, and the King only withdrew more and more into himself, becoming obsessed
with finding the reason for the emptiness within his soul, within his mind and his heart. He had no
reason to feel sorrow -- the Isle had known peace for three-hundred years, and the King himself
was blessed with long life, so he need not fear war. He was loved by many, and even loved a few
himself, but no woman or child could fill the void within him. Weighty chains wrapped his heart,
and he found no solace from their cold grip.
One night, the King lay down to sleep, and he fell into a dream so peaceful, so wonderful, that he
dreaded to wake up. In his dream, the whitest horse he had ever seen walked beside him as he
strode through a forest, searching for the reason of his sorrow. The horse did not neigh, did not
nicker or squeal nor did his hooves make any sound on the carpet of leaves beneath them. The
stallion -- if he could even be called a stallion, for he was unlike any horse the King had ever seen
-- merely gazed at the King with sapphire eyes; the purest blue the King had ever seen.
Somehow, the King knew that this was more than a dream, and he ceased his walking, turning to
meet the clear gaze of that stallion. The stallion stood not an arm's length away from the saddened
King, his head turned to the side, the canopy of the forest causing the stallion's white coat to be
dappled with transparent shades of green. The creature was a balm to his aching heart, and the
King, much to his shame, found his vision blurred by tears. Seeing them, the stallion took a slow,
cautious step forward, his eyes never leaving the King's own, not even to trace the path the tears
left on the King's face.
The King opened his mouth to speak, holding out his hand in an invitation for the stallion. The
stallion breathed into the man's palm, touching the velvet of his muzzle against the King's
fingertips, and those blue eyes finally closed. Before the King could utter a single word, the stallion
opened his eyes abruptly, closing the distance between the two of them quickly.
The King stiffened, knowing the stallion could crush him with his weight if he so chose -- for the
stallion was easily seventeen hands, if not more -- but the stallion simply nickered into the King's
ear.
::Find me, Broken King, and I shall be the one to ease your suffering.::
The King gasped, and with his sharp intake of breath, he shot up from his bed, the words that the
stallion -- the stallion? -- had spoken into his mind still ringing in his ears, very much real. The
King shook his head, disbelieving that such a pure, genuine soul like that of the stallion's could
exist in this world. But for the first time in years, the King had found a small strand of hope, and he
would cling tightly to it with all that he had. He rushed from his chambers, pulling on his clothes as
he did, and told his staff to assemble the Heralds and as many people that could come to the
Castle the next day.
The people heard his words, and years passed. Over the course of those several years, the King
had built the grandest stable that could be found in the world -- including the Lands Below. The
floor of the stalls were sanded, stained and polished mahogany, the wood shining a warm red in the
gentle glow of the Magelight on the walls. Indeed, the King had commissioned the only two Mages
on the Isle to create lights for his stable, knowing that the soul he was seeking deserved nothing
but the best he could offer.
Each stall was as big as the King's bedroom chamber, and held a half-door that latched on the
inside, not the outside, so that its occupant could let themselves out if they so desired. The King
knew that the heart that called out to him was smart -- smarter, by far -- than any animal ever
known. The King's Stables held hundreds of stalls, and when the last timber was put into place --
by the King's own hand, for he had worked harder than anyone in their construction -- the King
knew that it was time.
The King sat in front of his stables, hands on his lap, and people from all over the Isle -- and from
the World Below -- brought him what they thought he was looking for.
Knights from near and far came with horses - winged, horned, cloven-hoofed, and yet the King
passed them all by.
Virgin maidens and old crones brought him horses with bright eyes and long hair, but still, the King
found no happiness.
Weeks and weeks passed by, and the King grew more melancholy by the hour, thinking he would
never see his dream fulfilled. On the last month of the year, two full years after the stables had
been built, the King left the chair for the first time. His back ached, his muscles were atrophied
from constantly waiting, and the King knew he would be forever bent; would never be able to stand
tall as the King he had three years ago. And with that thought, despair rushed in. It really had been
a dream. Of course no such horse existed; he had been such a fool.
As the King walked through the throngs of people waiting to show him more and more horses, they
backed away from him. The King's face was flushed, his eyes too bright, and tears freely,
shamelessly, ran down the man's now-sunken cheeks. The King passed them all by, not speaking
a word nor meeting anyone's gaze. His subjects cried along with the King, knowing that the man
they had once loved was not the same as this old, broken King.
The King left them all behind, traveling east for hours, for days, not once pausing to rest or take
sustenance. The King knew what he wanted to do, for he had a son and he knew his line would
continue. But he was so tired of being in despair, so tired of the weights of hopelessness dragging
him down each day. Finally, on the twelfth day of the last month of the year, the King came to the
edge of his lands. The lush green grass of the plains to the east of his castle stopped abruptly, the
edge of the world as it were.
The King stood, wavering in the strong winds, at the very edge of the island looking down. Far, far
below him, he saw white clouds; as white as the stallion he had seen in his dreams. Looking up,
out over endless sky, he saw the purest blue; the clarity exactly like the Stallion's. With a sob, the
King knelt down in the lush grasses, his knees resting on the lip of the island, knowing that even a
stray breeze would topple him off of his lands, sending him falling to his death hundreds of miles to
the Lands Below.
The King closed his eyes, almost wishing he would be blown off of the Floating Isle, and from his
heart came a surge of hope, of acceptance, of unconditional love. The King started, throwing
himself backwards to land on the grasses behind him and not the sky before him. And finally,
finally, he heard something that brought tears to his eyes -- not of pain, but of joy! A crystal-clear
neigh rang through the air, carried on the wind to the King's ears, and he knew what it was at once.
The King, once proud and tall, now stood up, bent and old, and turned around, his arms
outstretched to either side of him.
There, rushing towards him, was the Stallion. The Stallion's coat put the white of the clouds to
shame, long mane and tail streaming behind him, his hooves pounding out a beat of hope, of unity,
and of belonging. The King rushed towards the stallion, even though it pained him terribly, his
breath coming in hitching gasps from the hot waves of agony and joy coursing through him all at
once, and as they met, the King threw him arms around the beast's neck.
The King sobbed into the sensual curve of the stallion's neck, running his frail, calloused hands
over the silken fur, tangling his fingers in the stallion's mane. The stallion placed his head behind
the King's back, pushing his chin down into the man's shoulder blades, pulling him closer. As the
King's cries quieted, the Stallion backed away a few steps, those blue eyes that the King had been
searching for all along resting on him once again.
When the green eyes of the King and the blues of the Stallion's met, a wave of love, of
understanding, of unconditional love and acceptance ran from the Stallion's mind to the King's
own. The King stood, quaking, his mind reeling. He knew that he would never be lonely again --
would never be shunned or be judged by this angel that stood before him. The King's throat grew
tight, knowing that only moments ago he had planned to say goodbye to the world, and plunge to
an honor-less death.
But now...now, the King knew that the Stallion would be forever with him, in mind, body, heart, and
soul, and the Stallion knew the King would always be with him in the same ways. The Stallion saw
all of the King's fears, his crimes, his mistakes and his childish dreams, and what most people
would have cringed away from, the Stallion accepted them without any hesitation. The Stallion
wrapped the King in love and warmth, and finally, finally, the King was whole.
After spending hours just simply being together, loving one another, the Stallion knelt, allowing the
King to lift his feeble body onto his strong broad back. ::Where your body fails, I shall be your
strength. When your judgement is clouded, I shall be your clarity. Whenever you feel broken and
lost, and feel as if life holds no meaning, I will show you the wonder and joy it holds, and will heal
and guide you back to my embrace. When the weight of the world is on your shoulders, I will carry
you. I will love you, no matter your crimes, your decisions, or your fears. I will always accept you,
and you shall never be alone again. Your despair will be met with my hope, and the fetters that bind
you are no more. Your soul is mine, and my soul is yours, and we will never be apart, even in
death. If even a hundred thousand years pass, I will always love you. My name is Azreth, and I am
your Chosen, King Alarein.::
Those words that Azreth spoke would be the traditional words that all Azrein spoke when they
Bonded with their Chosen forever more. We celebrate the Twelfth of December each year, humans
and Azrein alike, in memory of the first Soulbond being completed.
The King and Stallion returned, one of mind, heart, and soul, and the people rejoiced. The King
showed the Stallion the stables he had built for him, and bade the Stallion to choose a mare in
time, so their children could grow up together, for the King's son had just been born not a year
past.
Eventually, after living his remaining years in happiness, joy, and hope, the King passed a quiet
death, and his Stallion lay beside him in his own old age. The two of them left the world, riding on
winged hooves, and the two of them left a legacy behind them.
Valdien turned to look at you, and the pride in his legacy and that of the King's was almost tangible
in his eyes. "It warms my heart to know that King Alarein finally found the happiness he
deserved, for he had always been a kind, just, and caring ruler, just like our current King is
today." Valdien nodded at you, extending his wings in a small stretch, the ends of the brightly-
colored feathers grazing your cheek softly. The stallion walked on for some time in silence, leaving
you to your thoughts. As the sun began to sink below the horizon, and the silhouette of a large, lavish castle
was coming in to sight, the stallion picked up the threads of his tale once again.
Hundreds of years passed, and the people had named those angelic breed of equines Azrein,
combining the names of Azreth and Alarein.
Able to read the thoughts of their Chosen - for they did indeed Choose humans, and not the other
way around, and with senses so much stronger than those of a normal equine's, the Azrein were
worshiped by the King's people. To be Chosen was a gift unlike any other; and any one, of any
age, gender, or class could be taken from their families by an angel in the body of a horse to go live
at the King's home, Avandere Castle.
Those humans who became Bonded to Azrein realized over time spent with their Bonded that
there was no chance or randomness of themselves being picked; for as Azreth said many
centuries ago, their Souls were destined to become one. And once an Azrein feels the pull on his
heart, knowing that someone out there needs them, they must answer the call. If they fail to do so,
or choose not to, their own hearts begin to twist, and negativity and darkness clouds their minds.
Centuries passed, and for some reason, fewer and fewer Azrein were called down from the skies.
Perhaps humans forgot that they needed to simply believe that an Azrein would come to them,
which is what we think calls Azrein down to the Isle, or maybe the Azrein found Chosen within
another race. Regardless of the reason, Azrein became merely legends in the minds and hearts of
man, and no one believed that they even existed until several years ago. When the heart of the
current King called so desperately to an Azrein, wanting so much to believe, his hope almost
physical, the Stallion Called rejoiced, for he knew that he had found the other half of himself, and
rushed to the King's side in the man's darkest hour.
With that, the Azrein realized that humans were finally beginning to believe in them again, and so
many of them journeyed to the Floating Isle, once again named after the very first Azrein. Now,
King Azreth protects them, and every Azrein, Bonded or Unbonded, is loved and cherished by
nearly every human on the Isle. The King has allowed the Azrein to freely roam over the Isle,
making it their own to live alongside humans once more in joy. The King makes it a point to protect
every Azrein in the Greater Herd plains, the stables that his many-times great-grandfather had built
for them still standing and well taken care of.
People believe that King Azreth has some sort of inherent magecraft, or a magical Bond with every Azrein on the Isle -- not
one as deep as Chosen to Bonded, but he is rumored to be able to project his emotions into each
Azrein, and to know somehow the surface feelings of each Azrein he personally knows. As such,
the King always makes it a point to greet each Azrein that arrives on the Isle, much to their delight,
and King Azreth ensures that there are plenty of people coming to or living in his lands, to ensure
that each soul may find its other half.
However, not all Azrein that have come to the Isle choose to Bond with humans, even if they are
Called. Six of the Azrein that ventured down from the Skies were devoured by fear and hate,
thinking that they themselves would be better off without their other halves.
Comprised of Azrein with dark souls and darker minds, these Azrein will do anything to ensure that
humans and Azrein will sever their ties completely.
King Azreth has seen the trouble brewing on the far south of the Isle, in the Rouh'ek Desert.
Quietly, he is asking Azrein and humans alike to join him to preserve the sacred Bond that man
and Azrein share. This dispute cannot be reconciled with words, for the King has tried time and
time again, at the threat to his own life, and the Six have begun to recruit Azrein to their cause.
Now, Agents of the Six are infiltrating the Greater Herd, killing off Bonded and Unbonded Azrein
alike.
To each human the Azrein of the Isle Choose, King Azreth will give an important part to play in the
days and war against the Six to come. With all hope, love, and protection, Azreth trains the Azrein
and their Chosen for battle, praying that the bond they share and the love they have for one another
will help push back the Six's hatred. It kills the King to have to train these wondrous,
magical, perfect creatures to do something so against their very nature.
Valdien stops, his hooves strangely silent on the cobblestones beneath him, and he nods at the two
guards manning Avandere Castle's gate. "Another one for the King; please send that vain boy my regards."
The stallion arched an eyebrow, almost coyly, and turned once more to face you. When his eyes meet your own,
you jump as you realize that his were the exact shade and purity you imagined Azreth's, the first Azrein's, to be -- and, almost as if he
can read your very thoughts, Valdien nodded very slightly. With a thunderous clap of his wings, Valdien launched
himself into the sky, a dark shadow weaving through the stars.
"Come on this way, then, and we'll fill you in on what that nag there hasn't told you yet." One of the guards winked,
his cheeks and nose red from either the chill in the air or a bit too much to drink.
The guard turned smartly on his heel, saluted to his superior, and the gates of Avandere Castle opened
before you, and with them, a chance to find the other half of your Soul.
◤xʙ ʟ ᴀ ɴ ᴋ ᴇ ᴛ ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxThis blanket is wrapped awfully snug around your darling little Azrein. Too young to walk, and not quite ready to enter the world fully, they spend their time nestling in their beloved blanket. The more you coax them, the sooner they'll deem themselves ready for the world.
◤xғ ᴏ ᴀ ʟ ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxFilled with spunk and a spirit of adventure, these little colts and fillies can really be a nuisance. They just seem to get into everything. They grow at a rather fast rate, providing you spend time with them.
◤xᴀ ᴅ ᴜ ʟ ᴛ ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxFinally! All of your hard work has paid off into raising, training, taming, and communicating with your Azrein! Fully grown, your prized steed is ready to fight, mate, and carry you on their back. You could never ask for a more loyal creature, and their looks are simply awe-inspiring.
◤xᴇ ǫ ᴜ ɪ ᴠ ɪ ʀ ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxThe most wizened and revered Azrein, these are the ones that most Azrein and men alike go to for advice.Their names will be sung in all the Songs of Legend, and yours along with it. Everyone can spot the beauty and majesty of an Equivir, though there is no "set" look of these wondrous beings. [ If an Equivir application is accepted, Custom Lineart will be drawn for your Azrein. It's coloring will change slightly and it's design will become more complex. ]
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◤xɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxSo, want an Azrein made to your specifications? Questing something devilishly sweet or deviously dirty? Then Customs are want you want, bby! You tell us what to do, and we do it!
....for a price, of course.
◤xᴄ ᴜ s ᴛ ᴏ ᴍ _ ʀ ᴜ ʟ ᴇ s ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxtext text xxxxx● ●xxtext text
◤xᴄ ᴜ s ᴛ ᴏ ᴍ _ ᴛ ʜ ʀ ᴇ ᴀ ᴅ s _ & _ s ᴛ ᴀ ᴛ ᴜ s ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxKing Azreth [Closed] xxxxx● ●xxLunar Mirage [Closed] xxxxx● ●xx-MoomoolatteCha- [Closed] (no thread yet) xxxxx● ●xxMayamage [Closed] xxxxx● ●xxManasstalker [Closed]
◤xɪ ɴ ғ ᴏ ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxYou say your Azrein are dying to hear the pitter patter of little hoofsteps? Want a little minion of your own? Well, we are here to serve up some lovin'!
◤xʙ ʀ ᴇ ᴇ ᴅ ɪ ɴ ɢ _ ʀ ᴜ ʟ ᴇ s ::x◢ xxxxx● ●xxtext text xxxxx● ●xxtext text
◤xғᴀᴍɪʟɪᴀʀ sʜᴏᴘx◢ xxxxx● ●xxWould you like a companion for your Azrein? Well, our familiars come in all shapes and sizes....and even various stages of decomposition, if your nose doesn't mind the stench...
◤xᴋɪɴɢ _ ᴀᴢʀᴇᴛʜ x◢ xxxxx●xnicknames ::x●xxKing, Az, Azzy, Kingy xxxxx●xshop position::x●xx Owner / Creator of Herds of Azreth. xxxxxThis means I do all of the following:: All Lineart for HoA [ unless previously specified ], Editor/Templater/Colorist, Thread Managing / Coding, Roleplay / Metaplot, Planning Events, Advertising, Managing the various Guilds, Coding Layouts, Making Banners, Owner-Related Headaches, aaannddd of course, being the Shop's Benevolent, Magnificent, and Charismatic King~ ♥♥ xxxxx●xgender::x●xxThe sexiest man you've ever laid eyes on, bby. xxxxx●xage::x●xxCertainly more than old enough to be robbing the cradle >D. xxxxx●xlikes::x●xxUnicorns, Horses, Writing, Drawing, Coloring, Singing, Crying, Laughing, Smoking Cigarettes, Flirting, Emotional Fits, Reading, Anime, Chicken Nuggets, Coca-Cola, OC Art/Fanart of my novel characters, Roleplaying and my FANGIRLS. xxxxx●xdislikes::x●xxDrama, Dora the Explorer, Twilight, Idiots, Making People Upset, Narrow-Minded People. xxxxx●xcomments::x●xxI'm spastic, incredibly a**l / OCD, and should probably be on ADHD medicine. I can be a real pushover sometimes, but when it comes to something I want, I'll fight hard for it. AND I AM ETERNALLY GRATEFUL TO EVERYONE AT HOA. This shop would be nothing without it's staff and subjects.
◤xᴀᴋɪʀᴀ-ᴋɪsʜᴏ x◢ xxxxx●xsᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ::::x●xxKira, you were one of the best people I -- and so many others in the world -- have ever known. You were incredibly talented in both art and writing, you were charismatic, ridiculously sweet, and even though we butted heads, you still are -- and will always be the brightest star in my universe. We were always there for each other when things got hard -- and even when they were laughably easy -- and you were, hands-down, my very best friend. You were with not only HoA, but with myself and everyone in it since the shop opened, and you will always, ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs have a place here.
I love you so, so much, Li'av Hilman. You were a friend, a brother, an almost-one-time lover, but more than all of those, you were my LiLi. I never would have made it this far without you; without your words of encouragement, your anger and irritation to keep me moving forward, your smiles to wordlessly tell me how much you loved and cherished me, and the sound of your laughter to pull me up when I fell down.
You were my northern star, my guiding compass, my oasis in the desert, but above all, you were my friend. I'm so incredibly proud to have known you for the best three and a half years of my life, and no matter how much time passes, the memory of what we had together will never,ever fade.
And each night, I'll look up at the stars, a smile on my lips, and say to you exactly what you said to me two weeks before you passed into the realm of Angels:
◤xLᴜɴᴀʀ _ Mɪʀᴀɢᴇx◢ xxxxx●xnicknames ::x●xxMira, Mel, Missy, Lady M, Lunar, Mirage, Luna, LuMi (Pud’s personal nickname for me)….create your own personal one =D xxxxx●xshop position::x●xxCo-Owner / Shop Manager / Colorist and Personal Assistant to the Great and Powerful Az of Avandere xxxxx●xgender::x●xxFemale xxxxx●xage::x●xx38 xxxxx●xlikes::x●xxBeing here – this place feels like home to me heart xxxxx●xdislikes::x●xxSpiders, being bored, people who don’t read the first pages of threads (intentionally lazy ignorant fools), and those that love drama xxxxx●xcomments::x●xx Feel free to IM or text me anytime, if you can’t get a hold of Azreth, I’m one of the best people to come to, and really never be afraid to ask me a question on anything, I live to serve <3.
◤xUltima Vitax◢ xxxxx●xnicknames ::x●xxVita or Pup xxxxx●xshop position::x●xxSoulpainter xxxxx●xgender::x●xxFemale xxxxx●xage::x●xx21 xxxxx●xlikes::x●xxColoring, dogs, cats, bright colors, chocolate, red, the hunger games, art, bubbles, pink, jolly ranchers, pokemon, avatar the last airbender, legend of korra, the meredith gentry series, color cycling objects, dolan comics because I'm a sick human being. xxxxx●xdislikes::x●xxcrappy music xxxxx●xcomments::x●xxRegards, Dolan.
◤x-MᴏᴏᴍᴏᴏʟᴀᴛᴛᴇCʜᴀ- x◢ xxxxx●xnicknames ::x●xxMoo,Latte,Moomoo, xxxxx●xshop position::x●xxJunior Soulpainter xxxxx●xgender::x●xxFemale xxxxx●xage::x●xx2O xxxxx●xlikes::x●xxOutdoors,Horses,coloring, dogs,cats. etc. xxxxx●xdislikes::x●xxDrama...... well you'll figure it out when I don't like something. xD xxxxx●xcomments::x●xx Glad to be back. ;A; New and improved.
◤xɢᴏɢᴏᴀᴛsx◢ xxxxx●xnicknames ::x●xxgoats xxxxx●xshop position::x●xxGuest Soulpainter xxxxx●xgender::x●xxFemale xxxxx●xage::x●xx21 xxxxx●xlikes::x●xxArt, design, writing, baking, ukulele, video games, Nintendo, RT/AH, Game Grumps, Disney, dogs xxxxx●xdislikes::x●xxHot weather and spiders xxxxx●xcomments::x●xx Please quote me if you need anything, or IM or Skype me (iamgogoats and foreverandowlways, respectively). I'm always here for anyone, even if you just need someone to chat with!
◤xᴄʜᴇʏʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇ4x◢ xxxxx●xnicknames ::x●xxChey, riddle. xxxxx●xshop position::x●xxMinion and Certist xxxxx●xgender::x●xxFemale. xxxxx●xage::x●xx21 xxxxx●xlikes::x●xxpretty pets, Harry Potter, supernatural, assassins creed, books, music. Horses and cats. xxxxx●xdislikes::x●xxmost veggies. Snakes, bugs, and making phone calls xxxxx●xcomments::x●xx I am a friendly person. If anyone have any questions I will assist as much as I can. So don't hesitate to ask.
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xxxx♕ _ ᴡ ʜ ɪ ᴛ ᴇ _ ʟ ɪ s ᴛ :: _ ♕xxxxxxx xxxxx[ [ People who have really saved my a** ] ]
◤xᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀғғx◢ xxxxx● ●xxFor just...doing everything you do, and doing it better than anyone else. Oh, and also knowing when to squirt me with water whenever I get too rambunctious. ;D
I love you all so much, and you guys have NO idea what y'all mean to me.
◤x ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ. ʟᴀsᴛ. sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ.x◢ xxxxx● ●xx [ [ ᴛʜᴀᴛ's ʏᴏᴜ, HᴏAᴇʀ's. ] ] Because without you -- EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. OF. YOU. -- HoA would be NOTHING. We wouldn't be a fun place, we wouldn't have made it this long -- Hell, I would've said 'Eff It' after a year without you guys to keep me going -- and I wouldn't have NEARLY as many laughs without all of you. Thank each and every one of you guys so, so much.
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