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 Posted: Wed Oct 15, 2014 8:19 am
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 Name: Azizah
Found: 9/15/14
Temper: Broody
Species: Unicorn halfbreed draft
Parents: Neemah and ???
Siblings: N/A
Mate: Asclepia
Children: None
Familiar: None
Herd: Wandering Healers
History: From the moment Azizah emerged from her basket she was doomed to be treated like a second-class herd member. A halfbreed without a horn was truly a disgrace to a herd of pure unicorns who prided themselves in their healing abilities. In a night of passion, her mother had found comfort in the company of an outside stallion. And while there were rumors whispered throughout her pregnancy, it was Azizah's bare forehead that gave them the fuel to mock and ridicule both mares relentlessly. To them, a soquili without a horn was practically useless, only suited to things like manual labor.
Unlike her mother, Azizah refused to lie down and take it. She fought back. Sometimes quite literally. Her methods of retaliation only gave the herd members more reason to look down on her. The claim that her lack of a horn made her a savage was a favorite among the other members.
For quite some time, Azizah couldn't understand why her mother was complaisant and it made her furious. She often lashed out at her. But if nothing else, her mother was patient. The older mare never spoke harshly to her daughter or scolded her for biting or kicking or screaming at the other herd members. She couldn't blame her for being angry. The only thing that ever seemed to calm her rage was talk of her father. It had only been a night, but her mother always spoke of him as if he were some kind of deity. As time went on she realized how embellished the stories of him were, but she didn't care. She wanted to believe she was some kind of demi-god just so she could rub it in everyone's face one day.
It wasn't until Azizah was older that she realized the reasons behind her mother's compliance. The herd was her home, it was all she had ever known. And until Azizah was born, she had lived in relative peace. She couldn't fight against those who were essentially her family and she was too afraid to leave them. But Azizah had no love for these soquili and the outside world looked far more appealing than spending the rest of her life being mocked for her inability to heal. So, she left. She left vowing to herself that she would learn how to heal some other way and she would be better at it than anyone else in that wretched herd. And she left vowing to return someday to take her mother away.
Joins the wandering healers, where she meets Asclepia. Eventually accepts she has feelings for her. Learns herbal healing. Goes and gets momma out of that awful place. Everyone is happy.
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2014 8:07 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 15, 2014 7:55 am
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Posted: Mon Jan 19, 2015 7:55 am
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Name: Javan
Found: 1/16/15
Temper: Generous
Species: Uni-flutter-cerynei
Parents: N/A
Siblings: N/A
Mate: None
Children: None
Familiar: None
History: Javan is a desert-dweller, born and raised on the far edge of the Uunule Noyi. The herd he grew up in has groups scattered across the desert, all dedicated to helping travelers unused to the desert get to their destinations. (MORE ABOUT THIS HERD LATER I CAN'T WORD IT RIGHT. Basically they pass travelers off to the different groups until said travelers get to where they're going. Offering food, water, and advice in staying alive in the desert).
He grew up hearing the stories of travelers, completely entranced by the idea of this world outside of his desert. But he was bound to the same paths his group travelled time and time again. That isn't to say Javan didn't enjoy being with his herd and helping the weary travelers. In fact, he loved it. He really had a passion for offering whatever aid he could to those in need, and being able to do that for others with great stories to tell was a nice bonus.
But the call of the outside world was far too strong for him to ignore. Eventually, he came to the decision to leave the desert. And though the herd was sad to lose him, even if it weren't permanently, they sent him off in a celebratory fashion. He was taken to each of the different groups, much like they did with other travelers, until he had reached the distant mountains. There they give him whatever supplies they could, wished him the best of luck, and bid him farewell. The rest of the journey was up to him and whatever outsiders he may come across.
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Posted: Fri Jun 12, 2015 2:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 9:43 pm
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Name: Mournful Marigold
Found: 10/9/15
Temper: Cheery
Species: Nymph halfbreed
Parents: Mariselle and Sugar Skull
Siblings: Tober
Half-siblings from Mariselle: Eisheth and Hallowtide
Half-siblings from Sugar Skull: Vartan, Calavera, Prisma
Mate: Chrysanthemum "Chris"
Children: None
Familiar: None
History: Having only her mother to look after her, Marigold learned fairly quickly how to fend for herself. Her mother often wandered off, forgetting she had a foal to raise for hours- some times even days. With little else to entertain her in the graveyard, Marigold found an interest in the strange plants that grew around the graveyard she called home. Through a little teaching from her mother, some advice from passing Soquili, and a bit of trial-and-error, she learned which plants were dangerous. And then began to grow them. It was mostly a hobby, really- something to pass the time.
Though her mother was often gone, Marigold did pick up on some of her strange habits and rituals. She would occasionally speak to the ghosts of the graveyard or mutter a seemingly nonsensical phrase before performing certain tasks. And even though she never knew why, her mother had told her to always carry a special stick. Many other habits came and went, but the stick always stuck. Marigold didn't believe in much of the magical nonsense her mother spoke about but she continued to perform a number of the rituals anyways. They were like a family tradition- believe or not they were still a part of who she was. As Marigold grew older she was able to build a better relationship with her mother- seeing as she was able to keep up with the other mare now. But even with a stronger bond between the two, a part of Marigold was very curious about the world outside of their little graveyard.
Meets Chris. They go on adventures and then fall in love.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 9:45 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 4:00 pm
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