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Edited: 10:09 EST to void! I won a pony elsewhere and don't want to enter solely for the Dragon Fam. <3

Edited on 11/1/18 at 8:25pm CST

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Username(s): ~Latonia de la Courtel~ and Kyaishi
Eligibility: ~Latonia de la Courtel~ is eligible for freebie soq, Kyaishi is eligible for freebie familiar
Personalities: Illarin, the dark stallion, likes to think of himself as an honorable, capable knight, but the truth is that he can be rather easily distracted and absent-minded at times. He has a good, caring heart, but he's rather ineffective when it comes to performing knightly duties. Revvyn, on the other hand, is lazy and sardonic, caring little what others think of him and frequently pointing out flaws in logic from others, especially as it pertains to how he is treated (Illarin wasn't the first knight, by far, to come looking for him- he was just the biggest buffoon and most entertaining disaster). He might tell you that he has a soft spot for idiots, but it seems to be limited exclusively to Illarin, as far as anyone knows.
History/Story:

In all honesty, it might have been a rather pathetic story if told from an outsider's point of view. Hell, it might be a rather sad tale anyway considering Illarin was meant to slay the damn beast, not make friends with it, but it might have been true that he had a soft spot for hopeless causes and helpless creatures. And despite his appearance, Revvyn was as helpless as they came.

That comment would have earned him a solid tail-slap him over the head, if his lazy dragon friend had heard it.

The truth was, determined as Illarin had been to complete his task and rid the neighboring herd of this nearby interloper (all they had really suffered was some missing trinkets and a steady trickling disappearance of some mice and small rabbits, but he hadn't known that at the time), he was struck dumb when the fearsome creature he was expecting to fight had taken one look at him, rolled over and groaned loudly, muttering, "Again?! Why can't you blasted fuzzy pests just leave me alooooone," punctuated by an overly dramatic flailing of all four of his clawed legs in the air.

A moment passed, with only a baffled blink and a slow intake of breath punctuating the silence. "Uh... pardon?" Not Illarin's finest moment, he would grant you, but the sheer ridiculousness of that response threw him for an unexpected loop, and he startled at the implication that he was the invading party, here, and not the other way around. "Aren't you, uh... the creature that's been terrorizing Kawani lands?"

A pause. Golden eyes blinked open and settled on him, scrutinizing, as the dragon creature slowly rolled back onto his stomach, never breaking eye contact, and squinted at him. "...You're not the sharpest tack in the drawer, are you?"

Illarin was affronted at the insult- and he could tell it was an insult, even if he had no idea what a tack or a drawer was. Two legger oddities, perhaps- a theory that made sense considering the odd pile of knick-knacks that seemed to litter the ground behind the red lizard creature. Maybe he liked collecting them- did he steal them? Certainly, that would be cause for concern, but back to the matter at hand... "Erm. I'm here to... slay you..?" He meant it to be a statement of fact, but the sentence ended in an upward inflection since he had honestly been expecting some form of hostility, at the very least. He wasn't sure how he felt about killing a creature that didn't seem to mean him any physical harm...

...Wait a minute...

Raising his head and narrowing his eyes, the knight looked the creature up and down, realization beginning to dawn. "You don't look big enough to be causing any significant harm to a Soquili... did you say you were being hunted by others?" While he hadn't questioned the logic of this mission before, now indignance was starting to rise up with this idea that this dragon was being targeted for reasons outside of its own control... what right did anyone have to hunt a creature just for existing?

"Oh-ho, it can think for itself!" the creature crowed with an exaggerated wave of his tail, as if in sarcastic congratulations. "And here I thought you were just a run-of-the-mill moron looking for glory."

"But that's..." the stallion wrinkled his nose, genuinely upset as he looked from the dragon creature to the area around him. "That's not right. You shouldn't be being hunted if you didn't do anything wrong." He saw the dragon roll his eyes and huff at his naivete, but for once, Illarin didn't allow himself to be diverted from his point, feeling particularly bothered on the creature's behalf. "If they're going to keep trying to hunt you, then... I'll look after you."

For a moment, there was no response from the creature, as it appeared just to stare at him incredulously for a moment. Later, Illarin would find out that Revvyn might have been rather touched by the gesture (he would never say it out loud, but they had an odd way of communicating), but at the moment he felt particularly judged by that disbelieving stare. Finally, a loud snort followed the silence after his declaration in what may have been a scoff or a chuckle, he wasn't entirely sure. "Well. This should be interesting."

Extra Information: Revvyn likes to steal shiny things. Illarin's sword was a gift from the dragon, but he has no idea that it was stolen from another Soquili- something that will undoubtedly start an argument somewhere down the line.

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Username(s): xKOVKtheWOLFx
Eligibility: both
Personalities:
knight: sharp, cunning, honorable. believes in the good of others. never a quitter
dragon: greedy, secretive, but possessive. loyal to her knight
History/Story:

They met when he was still a young foal, off on a journey to explore the lands. He found an egg, thinking it was that of a condor, and brooded. It later hatched the size of a lizard. Okay, that was weird. Why would such a large egg have a lizard? But he grew fond of it. And it started to grow. Bigger and bigger. Until it was the size of his own head!

The two began to learn things about life together. Whether how the lizard was a dragon who would fly and breathe fire. How the foal was training to be a knight. They had training together, however, they had to stay hidden. The dragon surely would be killed by the knight's kind if they found out that one dragon still lived.

So the knight would guard his dragon, and the dragon would tell him stories of dragon legend and keep him warm.

Extra Information: he will probably be lifemated to Peaceful Pebble!

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Username(s): Jackariah Beckett
Eligibility: I am going for both
Names: Stallion: Shale (My bf named his RDR2 horse this and I thought it was really lovely). Familiar: Kaolin (to go with the kind of Earth theme of 'Shale')
Personalities:
Shale: Shale has always been a distracted boy. He rarely finds anything that can keep his attention for long. He never means to hurt anyone's feelings from walking away from a conversation, it just happens. Its not that he sees something shiny and goes after it, its more like his mind is always turning and thinking of other things. Its partially why he can have such good concentration during his fighting and training. Because he can asses others fighting style (If they have one) and build up a defense and attack plan.
Kaolin: Kaolin is a charmer. He likes nothing more than to talk to the ladies and flirt. He never seems to be serious about anything;. He is like Shale in that aspect, that fighting is one thing he becomes serious over. As soon as he clicks into fight mode, he doesn't turn it off unless he has won, or on the brink of death. But for Kaolin, its all about family. He fights to protect.For him, that is the only reason to fight.
History/Story:
The two of them, at present, are warriors for hire. They have passed their clan's tests and now venture out into the world to help others. They have heard tales of a small village of horses small as Shale. They plan to head in that direction, but will detour for any who need their help.

Shale was an abandoned basket that a clan of fighting lizards found one day. They had never raised a soquili before, but they had ulterior motives for this steed. It seemed one of their new trainees lacked the fighting spirit. So the elders decided to ingrain into the two that they were bond brothers and needed to do anything to protect eachother.

The clan was in luck. Shale grew to love the art of fighting, and learned it with speed. With Kaolin, this tactic also worked. He couldn't stand to see his brother be harmed in the training, so he decided to train himself. That way, he would insure if Shale ever got into a scuffle he couldn't handle, he would be there to cover his back.


Extra Information: Small plot idea: I would love to have them find a large stallion after they leave the clan picking on a mare that they can test their fighting prowess on. But they are only used to fighting woodland creatures so they fail at besting him. Because of this, I would love for them to find someone who can teach Shale how to fight in his large form, and teach Kaolin the art of dodging in and being a distraction.

I would also love for him to make it to the Aos Si Kingdom at some point so he can see others like him. Maybe he can help around the town and find someone who needs some work done. Maybe Kaolin can get into a little trouble at the Tavern wink .

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Username(s): Fayt_of_Redemption
Eligibility: Fayt_of_Redemption - Eligible and going for both
Personalities:

Soq - He's a very quiet, but courageous knight. His heart has been hurt and now wanders, searching for solace and purpose.

Fam- She is very clever, but enigmatic. She tends to keep most things to herself, withholding from even those she knows.

History/Story: The stallion, once a noble, beloved knight, would do anything to help those in need, esp those close to him. Yet...as self-sacrificing as he was, and how much it was valued by others, it left him feeling empty...as there was nothing left for...him. And the one he wished to be lifemated to, was often jealous of his time, time he was giving to help others, and not be with her. It left him feeling broken, hurt, and directionless. So he set off on his own, leaving everything behind, to try and find meaning, purpose, peace. On this journey, he came across a dragon that he found both friendly, but mysterious. Initially he wasn't sure if he wanted her hanging around. Afterall, he wanted solitude and peace. But the dragon was persistent, insistent she could be a valuable ally to the knight. For reasons even he doesn't understand, he felt compelled to allow her to stay. Not much is known about her by the knight. He knows she prefers to keep her business...as her business. But she's proven useful and helpful, so he doesn't pry. Little does he know, however, that she is actually a servant of his once beloved, sent to help keep him safe as he tries to find out who he really is...

Extra Information:

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Username: Kitsune Mistress Nyoko
Eligibility: Both
Personalities: Knight - Named after the very first White Knight, Muiris has always felt like he had some grand destiny awaiting him beyond the safety of Aos Sí. And perhaps this belief affected how he developed. While noble of heart, Muiris has a tendency to be a bit brash and rush headlong into things without much thought. He thinks himself a gallant protector of the weak and innocent, although truthfully he's more likely to be in need of rescuing himself than doing much of the rescuing. But he's young yet, with room to grow. What matters is that his heart is in the right place, and he does genuinely want to be a good knight.

Dragon - In many ways, Ruaidhrí is the polar opposite of Muiris. He is slow to act and weighs the consequences of each decision he makes a great deal before committing to action. He is the stability to his knight's desire for action, serving as both adviser and confidant. Above all else, he loves a good tale, and spends his personal time developing stories to regale Eachan and Fada alike, although he finds himself favoring the more diminutive. He finds his voice carries more weight when entertaining those of a similar size to himself. And it's dreadfully difficult to get Fada to see him as the dragon he so clearly is.
History/Story: A true Sidhe born to the Seelie court, Muiris spent much of his early life in the peace of Aos Sí. He grew up hearing stories from his mothers, of a distant land across the great sea and the families of knights that protected it. Tales of the origins of the Eachan and the tragedy of the Fada - how very much they must miss when they spend their entire lives so very large. And perhaps he came from a line that had a slight purist tendency - his parents were Sidhe, after all, and why should their gallant little knight settle for anything less?

Truly, his mothers doted upon him. And while they respected the traditions of the herd they had been born to and born Muiris to in turn, they did their best to stack the deck in favor of what they wanted for him. Their favored pet name for him was one from the tales they told him of the first of the White Knights, and he grew so used to hearing it that it was only natural he consent to it on his first naming ceremony. Why wouldn't he want to be named after the heroic knight he'd grown up hearing tales about? And much of his youthful games of pretend involved him as the dashing knight, going on grand quests to defend the innocent.

It was only natural that he choose to pursue life as a Ridir, and he began training as a knight the moment he was old enough. Of course, he quickly discovered that being a knight was nothing like the childhood games he so often indulged in.

Being Sidhe offered him no advantage from his instructors, nor did the noble lineages of his mothers. He was worked the same as any other trainee, offered the same accommodations, and given the exact same lessons and tests. And perhaps he might have even chafed a bit under this treatment. He wasn't particularly excelling in his training, and his impulsive actions often ended in him being reprimanded. He didn't understand why things had to be so difficult when he was just trying to be like the noble knights from his foalhood stories! He was even named after a knight. Shouldn't it have all been second nature for him?

Eventually he was allowed to move onto the second stage of his training, and he worked alongside a more experienced knight on regular patrols to get firsthand experience. And this was where the real trouble started to pop up. Muiris still hadn't learned to temper himself, and often leapt into situations without thinking things through. It seemed his first instinct was to fight any and all perceived threats to the village, when oftentimes it would have been better to simply encourage any nearby Eachan to hide until the threat passed. It earned him many reprimands from his partner, and things eventually culminated with an ultimatum.

Either curb his reckless instincts, or find another job. His brass actions weren't just putting himself in danger, but the entire village.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing! In his mind, he was being reprimanded for protecting the village. Couldn't they see what a good knight he was? Why were they punishing him for chasing away intruders? Perhaps he needed to prove to them that they were wrong. He was destined for greatness, after all! He would be a legendary hero, and everyone who doubted him would regret ever doing so!

It was with that thought in mind that he stole away the next day, heading further up the mountain towards where he'd heard there was a great dragon. And the dragons in his stories were always dangerous beasts that gallant knights slew to defend their villages. It wouldn't be that difficult, would it? He had his own sword and armor and everything!

Of course, the trip was no easy one for a small Sidhe who'd never bothered to learn how to unshrink. And while the rocky slopes the dragon lived in would have been a short journey for a Fada, for an Eachann like Muiris it was an arduous journey. The winds were stronger the further he got, and eventually he could no longer fight the wind with his wings and had to resort to continuing the journey on foot. It was difficult not to feel a sense of relief when the rocky mountain cliffs and the dug out cave within them finally came into view.

Muiris stood outside the cave and demanded the dragon come and face him. He'd expected a great, hulking beast to attack the moment it stepped out! What met him instead was an elegant red and gold creature that only barely brushed the bottom of his belly when standing at his full height.

He introduced himself as Ruaidhrí and asked if the gallant knight before him had come to hear one of his tales. It was a greeting that completely threw Muiris for a loop, and all he could think to do was agree. He was invited into the cave, and despite what he'd set out to do found himself instead spending the evening with the dragon, deep in conversation and being regaled with more than a few tales. Ruaidhrí even offered him advice after hearing his own story, imploring him to take a moment before acting to think of the lessons his mentor was trying to impart upon him and how his actions might affect the Aos Sí.

Muiris spent the night, and found himself leaving the mountain the next morning humbled. He apologized to his mentor, promised he would try to do better but he might need help. A lifetime of impulsivity couldn't simply be willed away in the face of a single encounter, after all.

He found himself visiting Ruaidhrí more and more often, taking his advice and listening to his tales with equal frequency. He was fond of the dragon that he'd initial sought out for the supposed glory of slaying him. He grew to love him, even. It was a departure from everything his mothers had wanted for him. He was supposed to find a nice Sidhe to settle down with, continue the bloodline after reaching glory as a knight. But here he was, in love with a dragon instead. And while he was certain Ruaidhrí both returned his affections and wouldn't mind him finding a Sidhe to eventually bear his children, he couldn't even fathom the thought of children that looked nothing like his hopeful mate.

It was a thought that weighed on him for a long time, even as he grew closer to Ruaidhrí. Even as his graduation to a full fledged Ridir approached.

Again, his beloved offered him a piece of advise he found himself sorely in need of. He didn't need to dwell so heavily on children now. They would come in time, when they were both ready for them. For now, Muiris needed only to focus on his graduation. And perhaps, if his heard desired it as much as Ruaidhrí's did, a lifemating ceremony?

A proposal.

It was one that both completely blindsided Muiris at the same time as it was entirely expected. It had been something they'd discussed, after all. A life together. Somewhere in the Aos Sí, perhaps not right within the Great Tree itself, but somewhere in the kingdom where a Ridir was needed. He accepted, of course.

Ruaidhrí attended his graduation as a knight, and their lifemating ceremony happily coincided with Muiris' third birthday and his second naming ceremony. Before the entire village he declared himself to be Muiris Ruaidhrí Ciaridir. Named for the first of the white knights, mated to his dragon, and carving out a name for himself. Not as a white knight, but as a black one.
Extra Information:
-Muiris's mothers are a cisgender mare by the name of Tuilelaith Ó Fionnáin Áine and a transfeminine nonbinary mare by the name of Síthmaith Ó Allmhurán Medb. He is their biological son.
-Also worth noting is that both his mothers took on the family names of their mates during their lifemating ceremony. Tuilelaith Áine is descended from the Ó Allmhurán family and Síthmaith Medb is descended from the Ó Fionnáin family.
-While Ruaidhrí was born and raised near the Aos Sí, his family was fairly isolated from the herd beyond the very occasional visitor. His bond with Muiris is going to expose him to their culture in more depth than he had ever previously experienced.

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Username(s): ramenli
Eligibility: both
Personalities: The knight: The knight is fearless, energetic, and gullible. The dragon is fearsome, proud, and somewhat manipulative.

History/Story: Once upon a time a dragon heard a scuffle in her domain. She sought out the racket, observing stealthily to access the situation. A tiny, newborn flutter was being set upon by two rather ordinary lizards, who rather than putting the thing out of it's misery were taunting it, bringing about pain for the sheer joy of it.

It wasn't the sort of the behavior she tolerated in her domain, and beside that, the foal looked rather tasty for her. Being as it was in her realm, it belonged to her, and the tender meat should go to her before the general rabble.

The two were no match for her, falling swiftly as they were already distracted. It was as she slurped down of their tails that she regarded the foal where it cowered by a flower. Tasty, to be sure, but it was still small. There was no meat on it's bones, and she already had more than enough to eat. Perhaps if it stayed with her, eating the sweet grass in her field, it would be more appealing when she was hungry. She was certainly stronger than it, it could be a useful thing to have about.

"Follow me, there's water nearby." Her tone was brisk, with no room for argument, but some creatures were stupid, so she looked back as she moved toward the small brook nearby. The thing was following her on shaky legs. Good, it was obedient at least.

As it began to grow, for some reason or another the dragon found reasons not to eat it. Him. He was a curious thing, but it meant that he stumbled across plenty of bugs, or could tell her if he came across the trail of a toad or lizard. It wasn't until she was looking up at him during one of his reports that she realized how tall he was. That he could possibly run away from her. Possibly fight her. And perhaps she would not be the winner in her own domain.

Yet, even with that knowledge, she still couldn't bring herself to kill him. Instead she hatched a plan. The first sword was a crude thing, little more than a sharpened stick with another bit of twig tied to it for a handle. Despite that she presented it to him as great formality.

"By accepting this sword, you become my knight. My champion. You will patrol my domain under my blessing, and pledge your allegiance."

He accepted, naturally, his eyes sparkling with that ridiculous emotion that she'd been told was love.

Extra Information: The knight truly does think the dragon has his best interests in mind. He's convinced that she rescued him simply out of the goodness of her heart. His moral code is basically to protect her kingdom, and he doesn't worry about the morality of dispatching any creature that dares to trespass. Or that might make his lady a good snack.