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 Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2012 6:32 am
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 4:32 pm
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  ⇢ Ｔｅｍｐｅｒ:Soft Spoken⇢ Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ:Morkin is a very quiet, easy going stallion. He is respectful, and nice toward
everyone he meets. Often times speaking in a semi-hushed tone, the
stallion is usually seen with his head lowered so that it never raises above
the female's, and his ears perked up to listen intently. He always addresses
the female with the word "Mistress" in front of their name, and does whatever
is asked of him. It's rare for him to be seen wandering where he shouldn't
go, but there is one thing that he does do. Morkin is a rather determined
stallion. If he has a dream or a goal he wants to achieve, he is bound to do it
at some point or another. Telling him he "can't do it" just makes him want to
work harder. This determination seems to be a valuable asset that Morkin
holds.
Ask him to do something, and it will be done. Morkin has never denied any
female anything they ask; and it has been this way since he was a foal. He
doesn't like to keep them waiting either. He moves as quickly as possible,
and does the task to his full ability. He is, literally, the most loyal stallion a
female could ask for. He is very respectful and gentle as well, not wanting to
harm anything that the females may want. After all, he wouldn't want to
displease.
This is more toward the males. Morkin knows that no matter what, it would
be very rare to actually be loved, and love back a female. He is loyal, and
loving toward them, no doubt. But with stallions, he is another creature
entirely. He is usually very caring, and watches out for them. He likes to
nuzzle and show affection here or there, while at the same time making sure
that they are getting what needs to be done, done. He thinks that he could
fall in love with a Mistress, but there would be a different love when it came
to a stallion. On his spare moments, he would probably also decide to
create small gifts for the stallions that he has grown to love.█████ ████████ ███ ███████████ ⇢ Ｑｕｉｒｋｓ:⊱ Morkin is a very forgiving guy. He doesn't like fights.
⊱ While training, Morkin is very unresponsive. He gets too focused.
⊱ He would give his life, if it meant saving that of the Sisters or a foal.
Specifically Aquilina.⇢ Ｆｅａｒｓ:☠ Disappointing one of the Sisters.
☠ Skinwalkers.
☠ Losing his Mistress.⇢ Ｌｉｋｅｓ:♥ The Sisters
♥ Aquilina
♥ Metal welding
♥ Crafting
♥ Being praised
♥ Dancing
♥ Foals⇢ Ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ:✖ Ignorance
✖ Being ignored
✖ Attacks on the Flock
✖ Being apart from Aquilina█████ ████████ ███ ███████████ ⇢ Ｓｋｉｌｌｓ:❣ Withstanding the heat of the forge fires.
❣ Crafting jewelry and armor.
❣ Listening. |
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 4:34 pm
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  The Harpy Flock was booming with children this spring. And one mother had
been blessed by the Great Mother to have three. One in particular was
small, and quiet. Not even a small shudder came from it. Rumor was the
small foal in the basket was pronounced dead; but soon, a small colt found
his way out of the basket, having more difficulty than his siblings. When he
emerged, he was startled, and confused at the world around him; but he was
alive.█████ ████████ ███ ███████████ He was spunky, and happy. But quiet. Morkin was a very secluded little colt.
He thought that since he did not have claws like his siblings, that he was
too different, and that people stared at him funny. Though he loved his family,
and the Flock, he was concerned with what was going on around him. He
didn't know what to do, and instead, just played his role as a foal; play,
learn, and make everyone proud of him. He had a normal childhood in the
Flock, enjoying the company of his siblings and other foals, as well as his
mother and the Sisters around him.█████ ████████ ███ ███████████ As he grew, Morkin found that he felt he had no place. He spent most his
days laying around in the Safe Zone, with nothing to do but watching
stallions and mares come and go. It bored him, and within a few short
months, he started to grow irritable and do things that he never would have
done before. It started with him sneaking around, wandering, just exploring
the Flock lands. As days passed, he would get closer and closer to the
boarder, though he never once thought of leaving; just looking.
One day, he met a Sister by the name of Laveda. She walked with her for a
day, talking to her and expressing his concerns. She was understanding to
him, and made him feel as if he could actually speak without worry. When
he finished explaining his feelings, she told him a few things he could try.
Suddenly inspired, Morkin felt the fears in his heart calm. He thanked her for
the day, requesting to be able to spend more time with her in the future, if
she was all right with it. After that, he went home, and slept. Days later, he
found himself in the presence of another mare. This one stole his breath
away on sight. She too, encouraged him to go to the Artisan Guild, which he
did that day, and began training to be a metal worker; one that could craft
armor and jewelry for the Sisters using special tools.
Morkin visited the second mare, Aquilina, several times. It started with him
just wanting to know what she thought, how she viewed things; and slowly it
progressed to him showing his wares to her, wanting her advice and
guidance. The first time he presented a crafted piece, one that took several
days to complete, she took it and put it up in her own nest. It wasn't long
after that when Aquilina took Morkin in as her pet.
His dreams now fulfilled, Morkin is a happy stallion. He goes to the Artisans
Guild almost every day, unless Aquilina wants his attention. When he is not
at the Guild, he is with her, tending to whatever it is she wants him to do. He
is loyal, and pleased to be able to do her bidding. Above all else, he is
overjoyed to have a mare so lovely as her that has claimed him, and asked
him to be hers for the rest of his days.
Morkin is currently still working at the Artisan Guild to craft. He has grown a
lot better at it. Aquilina and him are trying to have children; though are
patient with the process. █████ ████████ ███ ███████████ ｡ Crafting pieces for any Sister that would like it.
｡ Spending time with Aquilina. |
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 3:08 pm
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Two lovely creatures were together for years. And for years, they did not
believe they would ever have children of their own. They hoped and prayed
to the spirits to bless them with a child to call their own, but in the end, they
gave up and decided to just be happy with their lives. they loved and cared
for each other. And one day, found a basket that resembled themselves so
closely they could only believe that they had been granted their wish by
the spirits. They named him Conleth, and loved him more than life itself.█████ ████████ ███ ███████████Conleth grew up to two loving parents. He was their only child, and he
enjoyed the attention he got. His father taught him that protecting yourself,
and those around you, was one of the most important things in the world.
He was raised learning to fight, and dodge, to be quick on his feet. And he
enjoyed it, for some odd reason. One night, there was a storm, and he was
separated from his mother and father.█████ ████████ ███ ███████████From that day on, Conleth raised himself. He trained hard, and long. When
he was just brinking into his adult life, he met a stallion by the name of
Damian. This stallion told him about the herd he belonged to. A herd where
they fought and trained; where they could protect everyone and be protected.
He was amazed, and quickly decided to join, to have a family again. So, he
followed the stallion, and the event changed his life forever.
But it was different than what he thought. Conleth ended up with more scars
and pain than he thought possible. He was trained until he couldn't move
from where he fell; he was hit hard and forced into situations that scared
him. And due to that, he felt like his life was going no where fast. He was
stronger, could defeat anyone, but he was heartless. That was until she
appeared. On a tracking training mission, Conleth spotted a young mare. He
found her interesting, attractive, and her appearance showed that she had
muscle about her, which was a good thing considering who he was. He
approached her, and talked to her easily. Figuring out that she, too, was a
fighter at heart.
Conleth took Pyralis back to his herd, where he trained her himself. He
ensured she stayed in top condition, and knew when she should fight, and
against too. He was protective of her, enjoyed every second with her. He
found that he felled in love with her. And she with him. They spent every
moment together that they could. It wasn't until he found that Pyralis was
pregnant did Conleth panic. He couldn't raise foals here; in this herd that
was filled with fighting and blood. So, he fled, taking Pyralis with him, so that
they could live together and be happy.
Conleth and Pyralis had three lovely children. He loved them, but allowed
them to go and live their own lives, so that they could start their own family.
Conleth now roams the lands with Pyralis at his side. █████ ████████ ███ ███████████｡ Keeping one step ahead with Pryalis. |
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