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Username: pinchmonster

Soquili's Name: Aulis, finnish for "willing, helpful".
Gender: Male.
Temper: Biddable.

Personality of Soquili: Aulis owes his life to the various females that have crossed his path. As such, he is forever dedicated to any female he might come across, willing to help them in any way they deem necessary -- carrying things, digging holes, providing food, to name a few services he's provided -- simply because he enjoys being helpful. He is a very, very respectful stallion towards any and all mares. Aulis rarely speaks and when he does it's only because he has been spoken to. He holds no opinions of his own, really, and Aulis will live to serve whichever female lays claim to him. He will want for nothing as long as he has a female to serve and a place to call home. He is not terribly fond of other males, but because it is expected of him he gets along with everyone in his herd. Females are the superior sex as far as Aulis is concerned. Aulis has abandonment issues, not awful ones but he has fears of being left all alone with no purpose in his life. That is his biggest fear.

Backstory: Aulis lost his mother at a young and very tender age. As a colt he was found by a mare that was a cranky old thing and she spent a few months with him in her old age -- they looked after one another, really. Aulis scampered around to find them food and safe places to stay, and she protected him from predators that might find an easy meal in Aulis. After a few months the old female passed away and Aulis was alone again. It didn't take long for another female to take him under her wing and they had much the same relationship that he'd had with the older mare. They ate together, slept by one anothers side and generally watched out for one another. It broke his heart when she found a male worthy of being her mate and she left his side. Aulis hadn't been in love with her but he'd felt utterly complete when he was by her side. He fell into a deep depression at that point and wandered aimlessly. Luck must have been on his side when another female stumbled upon him, a female who was strong in her own right and really did not need a male for anything except babies. She demanded that he provide her with the foals she desired and Aulis agreed (wanting only to please her), only to be driven off by her once he'd filled her desires. The act itself didn't strike Aulis as being anything special and in all honesty he'd find himself avoiding it in the future. Eventually he was found by a Harpy and now he lives his life with purpose, never wanting more than he is given, and aims to please any female that might need his assistance. All Aulis really dreams of, though is to be claimed by one female that he knows will always need him in one way or another, perhaps one that will show him places he has never seen before and all the while allowing him to serve her for the rest of his life.

Quest, NCPC, or both?: Quest.

Physical description:
Okay so I came up with something for his looks. XD It's too tempting not to! Ideally he'd be a unicorn but I could see him being a kirin as well. Something that would fit his personality, I guess.
>>This is his general look. He should be dappled and not like someone sneezed all over him. XD I'm not completely attatched to his hair color, so if something more complimentary or natural looks good I'm open to going with that, or even black hair with pretty, cool-colored streaks.
>> The hot pink doodads are chain jewelry. I don't know if it's too much, but I am attached to the bangles on his ankles and the nose chain that connects to his ear. (This would all be done after he's joined the Flock, preferably once he's been claimed by a female).



Reference pictures (optional): See above.


Mock-Breeding?: Aulis isn't in particular, no, but I would be open to such a thing.

Do you RP?: I do.
Example(s) of RP:
Solo RP, SoA RP, SoA RP, Solo RP, SoA RP
I also encourage you to browse through my SoA journal for even more examples. biggrin

Do you agree with our terms?: Absolutely, yes.

Just a note -- I picture him being a captured male, one who blissfully goes along with whatever female might find him. Once he's been brought into the herd, he'll be thrilled with the bounty of females that he will be serving. He will never want to leave this Heaven he's found and will do anything for the females in the herd, even give his own life if asked of him.

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Username:
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Soquili's Name:
Spectral
Gender:
Male
Temper:
Consulting

Personality of Soquili:
Spectral is a rather caring male. He loves to help out those he can, and treats everyone as he believes they should be treating, even if it means stepping out of his way to do so. He enjoys the prospect of helping these people. He is very polite, and speaks with the highest respect to anyone he believes deserves it. This is, of course, all before the stallion was pulled out from his herd, and into Flock life.

Now that he has been captured, and lives within the Flock boundaries, he has found out just what it means to be truly polite, and he doesn't quite mind it. He worries that at some point, he will be harmed, for some reason, but at the same time, he is working as best as he can, as hard as he can, to care for the females and the younger race, as well as being a devoted "pet" to any Harpy that wants him for the night. Though he does, at one point, hope to be taken in by just one female.

Backstory:
Foal
As a foal, Spectral grew up in a loving herd of Cerynei. His mother was mated to one of the lead stallions, and he was treated well. He grew up, dreaming of becoming the lead stallion of the herd, of running the forests with a loving family of his own. And as he grew, he was more and more close to the herd. He loved them all, and at one point in his young life, actually wondered about the other species out there, about what else was in this world.

Adolescent
But Spectral was a loyal Cerynei. He grew into a young stallion, and did all he could to help his herd. He often found himself helping out some of the mares, when they needed someone to watch their own fillies and colts. He was still young himself, but he kept a careful eye on them, and even at one point, warded off an angry lion, who was also very young. At that time, he was called a hero among the herd, even if it was just for a short while.

Adult
But something changed when he became an adult. Spectral was still a very quite, loving, caring, and polite male. He took care of the herd as he was instructed to do. He wasn't the lead stallion, but he was getting up there. It was then, that he decided to investigate the noises he had heard in the forest somewhere nearby. He went out one night, in search of what was going on, only to end up being captured that night by a group of female Harpies. He fought, at first, very lightly. He didn't want to harm the females, after all. He then found himself trapped within the Harpy society, and educated about them. He accepted it, and now lives quietly amongst them all, scared at times when he sees something he dislikes, and caring at others when he sees a male or a foal that needs some help. Most the helping with males came to the helping them adjust, or calm down when they seemed to get more upset about the situation at hand. Either way, he finds himself now trapped within a society that he appears to be very interested in, and likes. His thoughts so far, are that he would never leave, so long as he stays in the good favor of the females, he will forever stay, content.

Quest, NCPC, or both?:
Quest and NCPC. I have the funds for him. Just gotta wait for customs to open. But I'd love to play with him while waiting. ^^

Physical description:
Body
Spectral's body would be a soft, white color, with the darker markings on the actual deer being a very very very soft gray, that is barely a shade difference. His body would have almost a very pale blue to it, barely noticeable. It would also be the belly color. His spots on his back, would be the color of the light spectrum. The very soft coloring, that accents him well. Hooves to be black as well.

Facial
His eyes are going to be a very light purple. Like this. His inner ears should be a soft gray, like his underbelly. His horns to be a very soft ivory color, that makes his hair and body kinda tie in, ya know? His expression to be more soft, and less cocky looking. Almost like a very soft, simple smile.

Hair
Long, wavy hair, bound somewhat up around his shoulders/armpit area, with random loose strands reaching down to his knees. The colors would contrast his body, being raven in color, so he has the purple/blue shine to it. Random braids and the like, with feathers and beads that are the same spectral color as his spotted markings on his back. Basically like the Wild stock hairstyle, but longer and a bit more complex, longer, and fuller.

Accessories
--> Around the upper arms of his front legs, near the middle, he should have bracelet things, with wings on each end, that is silver in color.
--> A pendant, shaped in a long almost tear drop, but not, wrapped in silver. The color of the gym should be a spectrum of colors, that changes depending on the light. The silver one the end of the wrap should be in the shape of a feather or wing. (complex, I know.)
--> A thin, very thin, chain running around his hips, and kinda draping almost, going no farther than his belly. Can drape over his thighs some what as well. One or two chain parts falling down to hang a bit, with feathers or soft, small pendant gyms falling down, like the pendant around his neck.
--> The stock, three hoop earrings, silver in color and in both ears.

Reference pictures (optional):
--> Coloration Example ~ Something along the lines of this, but better used with the design.
--> Edits Example ~ Something along the lines of this, but with better lining and designed.
--> Additional ~ Chains in horns something I'm considering, need to check edit level for this first.
--> Spotted Deer ~ Used for coloration style.
--> Light Spectrum ~ Used for coloration of spots/accessories accents.
--> Angel Wing Bracelet ~ Used on his front legs.
--> Pendant ~ Used around his neck.
--> Thin Chain ~ Used around his hips and belly.

Mock-Breeding?:
Nope, he is from the other herds. But he has no intention of leaving, now that he is here.

Do you RP?:
I do, when I can find someone to do it with. The normal RP's I do are over AIM, but I love to do actual RP, over threads or in private PM's. Most my RP responses rely on how the other person posts first though, but, sometimes I can really push something out~ <33
AIM Username: JokersMaddnes

Example(s) of RP:
Check above. xD

Do you agree with our terms?: I very much still do.
^^

{ Note;; He would be a captured Stallion, and either way, we can rp that capture as well, and do all sorts of other things~!

Note 2.0;; Thank you Mindsend, for the help on designing his features!

Note 3.0;; If any links aren't working, let me know. They seem to be indecisive. :T }

Officially made biggrin

Username: Mindsend

Soquili's Name: Kamunyak
Gender: Female
Temper: Lionhearted

Personality of Soquili: Kamunyak is a fairly complex harpy in the hunter profession, but majorly old school.

Around Females she’s helpful, friendly, and affectionate, often joking good naturedly and working with them. Though she does get ruffled easily when her diminutive size compared to most harpies, but especially the other hunters and warriors, is brought up and rubbed in her face, standing with her belly to an Usdia’s back, her head, not counting the crest of feathers, just barely above the jawline of an average sized Regular Soquili mare.

Due to her size, she has difficulty in capturing strong, powerful stallions, without eviscerating them with her talons as she does her prey. She is not a clean killer, making up for her size with ferocity and violence. Because of this, it is rare for her to capture a male using force. To capture males she uses her size to her advantage, teasing them, making them wish to follow her, think of her as needing help, and then lead into an ambush of her sisters.

To foals, regardless of gender she's affectionate, but firm -- No children of hers, adopted or not, male or female, would be abused, but would also know they're role in harpy society, knowing that females have power and males are powerless. Foals brought in by her tend to be treated better when grown then adults brought in.

In the Flock, she’s nearly militaristic when it comes to stallions. Not necessarily cruel, but very hard, and very obvious in her distain for their kind, though harpy-born stallions tend to be treated more politely, not being sneered at with a wrinkled nose, being purer then the tainted, disgusting males of the outside, instead being proper stallions.

But no matter the type, they have their uses, and the max she’d ever keep a single stallion for mating purposes would be for a month – after that it’s obvious they’re not currently compatible. And there is little else she desires stallion assistance with, preferring to gather with her sisters in the winter for warmth to sharing a nest with a stallion.

Backstory: Her mother, and grandmothers on both sides, were dancers, her family having long come from a small group that specialized in entertainment. Because of this, her grandmother on her fathers side, and her mother at that, selected stallions specifically for their grace and for looks. On both sides of her family, they had found themselves drawn towards Flutter Stallions, who had remained graceful despite their delicate wings no longer being used, and the ability to change size to something smaller was fascinating to the mares, capable of being used for the utmost stealth in hunting, but truly useful for if mares could flutter around in complex dances, being artists by trade.
However, Kamunyak never had any interest beyond that of an average harpy mare in dance.

From the start, she was a fighter, her mother having had difficulty during the premature pregnancy, and despite her brother and sister from the same breeding dieing due to the stress before her own birth, the young mare was born healthy. The only one living long enough to be placed in a basket, she took longer to leave to make up for her premature birth, but clawed her way out on her own when it was time.

Growing up she became highly self aware of her size, and the difficulty in ever winning a play fight with her sisters without hurting them to do so. Her attentions instead focused on the live prey brought in for them to practice on, often rendering her meals unrecognizable before consuming, messes of mangled fur and blood.

After coming of age, the mare took a position as a hunter, working to prove her worth. Finally, she had come to the point where the mare was just days away from getting her first set of wings when the cataclysm hit the harpy flock, the earth rumbling and rocks sliding. Her mother , grandmother, and most of the old troupe of entertainers she lived with either lost or dead in the communal area they had settled in away from the main flock, skewered and crushed by fallen trees and crumbling rock, the Exit closed in, she found her way back to the main harpy lands closed off. She had to find her way around the mountains another way to survive.

Alone for the first time.

It took well over a year, in which she picked up items that interested her, sometimes stealing from males or managing to salvage items from a kill, or roughly crafting on her own, to pick her way through the mountains, and venture around their boarder. Just as she had given up all hope, the mare found herself in familiar territory, the clawed markings of Harpy lands visible, even if the land had been altered slightly. She worked her way and found herself at the Oracle’s temple. From there, she was directed to their new home.

Quest, NCPC, or both?: NCPC until the changes go into effect that’d let me quest for her.

Physical description:
Actual body
Body: Mostly white with a purple cast, with black tribal markings. There is a bit more of the pale purple around her eyes
Eye: Black with blue and cyan iris/pupils, having gotten her grandfather’s eyes.
Feathers: A black with a bit of a blue cast, with varying shades. Faint speckles of opalesant color glitter on the barbs.
Claws are dark, with more of that faint opalescence.
Size: Diminutive – She stands belly to the back of Usdia, being very dainty due to her flutter heritage being in both sides.
Accessories:
has a necklace of different color stones, accented by two warm colored feathers with spots, including an eye spot, taken from display feathers of some sort of pheasant.
Wooden mask with ivory accents, in the shape of a birds head, with sharp ivory teeth included.
leather leg armor. Her wrist bands have part of the classic ‘wing’ slipped into a slot, the wing made partially of leather, and the rest the same pheasant feathers she wears on her necklace. Small compared to most females in comparison to her body, easily removed for hunting.
Back legs have caved bone kneepads, as well as ‘spurs’ going backwards.

Reference pictures (optional): Nekkid


Mock-Breeding?: Not really – I have her genetics backdated in my head, but her parents died during the cataclysm.

Do you RP?: Of course!

Example(s) of RP: I have some examples from my captured stallion, Cabriole: Captured by the flock
Settling]http://www.gaiaonline.com/guilds/viewtopic.php?t=19301323]Settling in


Do you agree with our terms?: of course biggrin

Needs Adjustment
1. She's not allowed to be so THAT violent towards males, nor allowed to kill them So easily -- while men carry no rank, and romantic, emotional connections with them are taboo, killing or attacking a male like you claim puts her more in the skinwalker territory personality wise. Harpies are a proud breed, and have very set gender roles and cultural traditions, and are a warrior culture with men as inferior beings.. But since they share the stallions mostly, she'd be attacking 'public property'.. And Even if it was a stallion she claims as her favored pet, abuse would cause him to be taken away from her by the queen.
2. Add more about her personality/backstory.

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Username: Teh Roarie

Soquili's Name: Vesper
Gender: Female
Temper: Devoted

Personality of Soquili: Ves is nice and sweet and kind to her sisters. She is a devoted friend and a favored alley. Get on her bad side and your best watch your back. Males are something she tolerates with care but she is likely to snap and hiss.

Backstory: Born in the herd and traveled with them from their old home to the current. She is utterly devoted to her herd and everything they represent. She's give her life for one of her sister and kill any one of the males for so much as an inkling of disrespect.

Quest, NCPC, or both?: NCPC. There is no way on gods green earth I'm ever going to be able to quest enough to get her. That said, i've been enamored with this herd from the beginning and would still like to play.

Physical description: Ves is a purple harpy with yellow and cream accents. Her markings follow in the ways of her sister and are slighty tribal and simple. She's sometimes lovingly called "Spotty" because of her cream dots.

Reference pictures (optional):


Mock-Breeding?: No

Do you RP?: Yes.
Example(s) of RP: here, here, and here

Do you agree with our terms?: Yes

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Note: this is for the Phoenix Maidens Guild

Username: Kaliskanny

Soquili's Name: Sidra Zeroun
Gender: female
Temper: recondite

Personality of Soquili: To say that Sidra Zeroun loves the stars is an understatement. She spends most of her free time watching them, trying to learn from the images that appear there as constellations. She often will tell stories through her dance of the images, seeing tales unfold among the twinkling lights in the sky. Aside from the stars, dance is her second great love. She has been training since she was first found as a foal, abandoned to the wilderness. She's honed her chosen craft to spin her yarns. seduce males, or just general entertainment. Sidra often enjoys meeting new guests to the flock, to share stories with them and show off her dancing. She's friendly and helpful to her sisters, willing to watch over foals so that others may attend business. She feels that she owes the flock greatly for taking her in and saving her when her own parents abandoned her.

Backstory: When Sidra Zeroun was born, the first thing she saw was the stars overhead. Since then, her eyes have always drifted toward those twinkling lights. She was found abandoned in the forest at the edge of Equa tlogesi (the great plains). Two flock members, returning from a near by herd they'd been hired out to, found the young filly and brought her back to the hotspings with them. Sidra was so terrified from having been alone for weeks that she couldn't remember how she got there or what happened. All she could remember was a name being called out, Zeroun. She took it as a memory of her mother calling for her father. She's still unsure if she was abandoned, but for whatever reason, she can not recall her parents or why she was left alone. As Sidra was being nursed back to health, she would watch other fillies and mares being taught to dance. To her, it was magical. She requested to be taught the art, and practiced during spare time not spent watching the stars to master it. In her mind, she has not perfected her dancing. There's always more to learn, new moves to try, and new ways to project what her dance is saying.

When she isn't practicing her dancing or attending business with the flock, Sidra often is found with her eyes watching the stars. She names the constellations she sees that have not already been named, making stories in her head for the images. She has also found that the stars can be used as guides, mapping their cycles since she was old enough to have been taught enough in art to draw. The mare enjoys this knowledge when hired out to other herds. Secretly, in the back of her mind, she is obsessed with being able to find her way with the stars to never be lost again. Sidra would never admit it though, or that she has nightmares of being lost and alone.

Quest, NCPC, or both?: quest

Physical description: Sidra is a soft blue, like the sky just before dusk, with slightly darker blue coloring under her eyes, feathered cheeks, and along her neck and leg scales. Her eyes are a bright green. Her long copper-colored mane that hangs down from under her feathers is often adorned with braids and and silver and sage green beads. Her feather crest and tail are the color of sable, with darker chocolate and brass tones and highlights. The feathers of her crest resemble something cross between the normal hippogriff style and the cockatoo style, while her long tail feathers are very much like a fuller peacock tail. Her talons on her forelegs are a silvery grey color that match the hooves on her back legs. Her beak fades from the soft blue to the dark blue, tinged with a bit of brown. She wears jewelery adornments in silver of stars and sage green beads around her neck and shoulders, silver bangles with sage green beads on her foreleg ankles. Draped along her back, staring about midback and circling a third way down her tail, she wears another chain of adornments of silver stars and sage green beads. When she is performing, she will sometimes attach a scarf or cloth to this chain.

Reference pictures (optional): I leave it to the colorist...I trust ya.


Mock-Breeding?: no

Do you RP?: yes
Example(s) of RP:

Sidra Zeroun awoke from her nap with a start, the dreams had turned dark with memories of how she'd been alone. She blinked back the tears that were trying to form, there would be no dwelling on such things. Not after a good day with her dance teacher complimenting her addition to a dance she was working on. The dance would tell the story of a young maiden swept away by the sea and how she became one with the fish to live there. Sidra smiled at the thought, her mind tracing silvery lines and connecting bright dots. The idea had come to her while she'd been gazing at her beloved stars, letting her eyes find images hidden among the beauty. She'd found most of her inspiration there, letting her imagination roam amongst the constellations. Sidra still needed an end to the story and she was eager for the first star to arise.

After practice and a small meal, the mare always took a nap in the late afternoon. She wanted to be able to stay up late to watch the stars spin slowly through the night, changing positions the closer to dawn. She stood and shook out her hair and feathers, then made her way to a small hill. She knew it was predictable to find her there, but it was her favorite spot to watch from. She could see the sky above, and the flock just below. She never ventured too far from the flock, afraid of not being able to find her way back...despite having taught herself to find direction with the stars.

Once she'd settled into a comfortable position, Sidra leaned back against a rock outcropping and turned her eyes upward. She glanced across the sky to look for the maiden of her story, taking note that the weather would soon be changing judging by the positions of other constellations. She smiled when she saw her heroine, then relaxed. She let her eyes and mind wander, tracing those almost invisible lines that connected each pin point of light to another. Her imagination saw images as if looking at a picture, the maiden under the water with a fish tail now, looking for someone to love her. It would certainly be a good tale to depict with her dance for when the flock entertained males invited. Maybe she would even find a mate with the dance...one who also knew the story by watching the stars.

Do you agree with our terms?: yes

Username:
xxxxx- techabyte

Soquili's Name:
xxxxx- Mwindaji
xxxxxxxxxx- Swahili word for "Warrior".
Gender:
xxxxx- Female
Temper:
xxxxx- Fierce

Personality of Soquili:
xxxxx- The Usual: Mwindaji is a generally cold, unapproachable mare. Due to the separation from the Flock, she found herself to be angry and uncaring. Her features don't often change, and she doesn't speak much, believing that actions are louder than words. If someone were to anger her, she would growl at them; if someone were to please her, she would be one to give them a small sign of affection ( be it a nod of approval or a nuzzle, depending on the person ). Mwindaji has developed a sort of "fear" of the Flock. Not to the point she fears the Sisters, but to the point she fears that she will be rejected for being gone so long without locating them. Over all she has found that she enjoys solitude; though at the same time, Mwindaji craves to once more feel as though she is fully part of the Flock again. She misses her Sisters, and wants nothing more than to be what she was before; be who she was before.

xxxxx- The Huntress: Mwindaji has always enjoyed the hunt. Being a guard and fighter by default, when she is out from the herdlands chasing large game, it is the best time of her life. She loves hunting creatures that pose a challenge ( large bears, fast game, ect ). When she is hunting, she is at her prime, lovely and graceful, but fierce and dangerous. She generally keeps the pelts of all her kills, either decorating her nest or giving them to pregnant Sisters or children who are learning to be fighters. Kind of like a form of inspiration to them. When times are desperate, she will go out of her way to bring as much meat home for her Flock as possible, even if it means that she is out for several days.

xxxxx- The Mistress: Stallions are not her favorite part of her life. She has always deemed them as far beneath her; even more so than a normal Harpy. She's never been a fan, considering most of them have been weak or haven't grabbed her interest. But, when the day comes that she does find herself a stallion that she fancies, she would give him pelts made of the rarest species she's hunted, and mate with them. She would continue to do so until she had to release them, or until they bored her. From there, she would leave them be, and never approach them again, not wanting to make them believe that she has found a "friendship" in them.

xxxxx- The Secret: Though she doesn't let anyone see this, Mwindaji has a very large soft spot for foals. She adores them beyond comparison; though has never shown it. She can be found, at times, walking the Flock and watching the foals learn, as well as teaching them herself. She is known to leave small presents for them, furs, bones, some rare game food. Though she always does it in a way that no one knows, except for maybe the Queen, considering Mwindaji cannot lie to her, and knows that the Queen will know practically everything that happens within the Flock lands.

Backstory:
xxxxx- Before the Earthquake:
xxxxxMwindaji was raised in the first Flock. Born the only child of her parents, she was trained to be strong and proud. She quickly adapted to the training, her muscles growing strong and her body growing fast. She became one of the strongest of fighters, and quickly ranked up to one of the top guards. She never had a knack for singing or dancing, though at one point tried it and all the Sisters, including herself, had a laugh at how foolish she appeared. She loved her life, and everyone around her. She went hunting at least three times a week, and found herself to be happiest when doing so.

xxxxx But one day, the earthquake hit. Mwindaji was in the Flock lands at the time, patrolling. When it hit, she fell down into a crevice, and was badly injured when a large rock fell on her flank, pinning her. It took days for the harpy to get herself free from the rock. When she did, she limped for nearly a weak until finding herself in a forest, unfamiliar to her. It was there that she located a small cave, and waited months to heal fully, before going out to adventure the new lands, and try and find any survivors of the Flock that she knew and loved.

xxxxx- Exploring the Lands:
xxxxxMwindaji wandered for roughly two years. She explored the mountain ranges and the forests, located a desert, which was unfamiliar to her and she found curious ( she spend several months here alone ). And, as she wandered, she found herself hardening. She felt alone, and honestly, scared. She survived on her own, when she wished for nothing more than to be once more within her Sister's presence. Finally, she wandered by the jungle, and then headed north. And, when she was about to give up hope, she saw it. At first she was confused, but then she realized that in front of her was a Harpy, and then there were more. Most female.

xxxxx Mwindaji had found the Phoenix Maiden Guild; a Flock that was just now starting.

xxxxx For several weeks she stood watch, staring at them curiously. She observed them, like a predator watching prey. She was nervous and uncertain what it was she was going to do. What if they rejected her? What if they weren't like they used to be? The mare realized that she was acting as a coward, and moved forward, walking into the herd lands. At first she was stared at, and some of the Harpies weren't certain how to react, but when she approached the new Queen, and explained her story, she was welcomed back into the new Flock with open arms. Now she is adjusting to the new Flock, and trying to figure out her place.

Future Ideas:
xxxxx- Firstly, I would love if she could be the personal guard for Izulai. If that spot is filled, it's all right, but I believe that she would really be able to thrive and become very more incorporated in this Flock easier this way.
xxxxx- I like the idea of her becoming one of the fighting instructors. She's had years of experience, and she's tough as can be.

Quest, NCPC, or both?:
xxxxx- Both; mostly quest though.

Physical description:
xxxxx- I would love her to mostly be CC, but these are a few things I really wish for her to have: Scars, "war paint" markings, feathered fetlocks. Aside from that everything is CC, colors, full on edits, ect.
xxxxx- Maybe she could have pelts or bones decorating her body? But yes, mostly CC.

Reference pictures (optional):
xxxxx- n/a


Mock-Breeding?:
xxxxx- Nope.

Do you RP?:
xxxxx- Of course.
Example(s) of RP:
xxxxx- Deception - Complete
xxxxx- It Is Best to Serve - Complete
xxxxx- For Better or Worse - In works
xxxxx- Fault of Different Opinions - In works
xxxxx- Relatves and Sisters - In works
xxxxx- Sisters of a Different World - In works

Do you agree with our terms?:
xxxxx- Definitely.