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 Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 5:36 pm
This is where I will keep all of my Yuma, young and old, Merk and Thaeoli.
Huroggmeten translates to Guardian Of The Dragons, to explain the name.
If you have any information on any of my Yuma's lineage, please PM me about it!
I realized, once I reached 6 pages, that although each Yuma is special and deserved his/her own post... It's a great inconvenience for those looking for someone to roleplay with. Therefore, new thread. I realized on a new level just how many Yuma I have when transferring... it took me well over 5 hours.
Table Of Contents:
1- Pegasus-based
2- Unicorn-based
3- Phoenix
4- Gryphon
5- Butterfly-winged
6- (Pure) Demons and Nightmares
7- Meryuma
8- Angel
9- Merkaroch
10- Thaeoli
11- Tandryll
12- Roleplay
13- Breeding
14- Foal Pictures
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 5:42 pm
All Yuma with the Pegasus pose as a base shall go
here.... even crossbreeds.
Females  Edaena
Name: Edaena
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Custom, 7k
Personality: She is very hyper and rambuncuous, acting like a young filly instead of the mare that she is. Isis
Name: Isis
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 3
Mate: Lestat
Foals: Before she was mine: Isiros (Mialee), Astraea (Orisis), and Aoki with Kiros; then Apollo (Upside.-.Down), Ayla(Huroggmeten), and Avani(Mialee) with Terran(Upside.-.Down); and finally Kurai, Lucivar, Yoru, Darem (Erithan), and KarosSaichi with Persephone...
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Adoption, 10k
Personality summed up: She is regal and strong, proud and joyous. A fierce need to live beats through her veins, Lestat her soul.  Enyala
Name: Enyala
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Mate: Salome
Breeding: Closed to all but Salome.
Past Breedings: 1
Foals: Kaiser (Huroggmeten), Soliel (Cetus), and Rave (Used to be owned by Angel_Unforgiven, I have lost track)
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Flatsale, 7k
Personality summed up:
Ayla
Name: Ayla
Gender: Female
Age: Foal
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 1 (With Rhinne, owned by Syrie but currently under Mialee's care)
- Foals with Rhinne: Malik (Huroggmeten) Shalkan (Huroggmeten) Cruzan (Mialee) Charteuse (BlueMorph) and Calena (Lunadriel)
Mate: NONE
Mother: Isis (Huroggmeten)
Father: Terran (Upside.-.down)
Brother(s): 2: Apollo (upside.-.down) and Avani (Mia)
Sister(s): None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Breeding, 2.5k
Personality: Nature speaks strongly to this one. She preffers the wild allure of a forest to the charming company of a stallion. This mare is as regal as her mother, with the grace of her father.
Surreal
Name: Surreal
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Mother: None
Father: None
Brother(s): Rohan (Me) , ?? (DolphinGirl), ?? (DolphinGirl)
Sister(s): Zealith (Upside.-.Down)
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: A "Birthday Gift" From Upside.-.Down, though I payed for the breeding. X.X;;
Personality: Sparkling deepest blue and darkest black upon a sea of purest white. Defined by key accents, ones that are often all others can see.
Rae
Name: Rae
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: One, With Dolien (Previously owned by Ahro, now owned by Ayandi Moltany)
-Foals with Dolien: Kalahan (Huroggmeten), Keir (Huroggmeten), Astarte (Previously Ahro, now Minkey555) and Hakan (Upside.-.Down)
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Mother: Isis (me)
Father: Talen (me)
Brothers: August (Yayoi)
Sisters: Elethwain (me)
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Breeding, 5.5k
Personality: 
Elethwain
Name: Elethwain
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Mother: Isis (me) OOC
Father: Talen (me) OOC
Brothers: August (Yayoi) OOC
Sisters: Rae (me)
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Breeding, 5.5k
Personality: 
Ziazan Aisling
Name: Ziazan Aisling
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: ???
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Adoption when WNC left, 5k!
Personality: Editing soon. 
Kalahan
Name: Kalahan
Gender: Female
Mother: Rae (Huroggmeten)
Father: Dolien (Previously owned by Ahro, now owned by Ayandi Moltany.)
Brothers: Hakan (Upside.-.Down), Keir (Huroggmeten)
Sisters: Astarte (Previously owned by Ahro, now owned by Minkey55)
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open!
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Breeding, 5.5k
Personality: Will update soon. 
Forest Spring
Name: Forest Spring
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None (Since she's been owned by me)
Mate: NONE
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Adoption when Ahro left, 5k
Personality: Will update soon. 
Malume
Name: Malume
Gender: Female
Age: Foal
Mother: Isis (Huroggmeten)
Father: Lestat (Cetus)
Sisters: Livania (Huroggmeten, ??? (???)
Brothers: Cthulhu (Cetus), Seifer (Cetus)
Breeding: TOO YOUNG!
Mate: NONE
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Breeding (5.5k)
Personality: Has ever a foal so young of body been so old of heart? Has ever such a delicate creature seen such things that would make her close her heart to all but her most dear sister? Has ever there been a foal so... emo?
Malume, now grown into the soul she once possessed, seems to only exist to balance that horrid 'good' that is with this world. She seems only to exist to be a darkened shadow on a plane of ever-present light.
Her eyes, endless black pools, see only the hatred and misery of the world.  Note about Appearance: She actually has one green eye, one gold eye, however the lineart I chose doesn't show the gold eye. xD;;Makala
Name: Makala
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Custom, 10k
Personality: She is cold with a hint of warm. She is the winter night with the promise of the coming dawn. She is the perfect harmony of reserved and outgoing, of collected and flayed. She is the colored shadows of darkness. 
Kalliah
Name: Kalliah
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Mini In-thread Flatsale, 10k
Personality: When met with the cold, predatory gaze of a Wild Yuma, some would turn and run the other way as fast as they can; others would stay, thinking to brave an encounter... or even tame the wild beast.
Kalliah is no wild beast that needs taming. Although her spirit flows every which way, flaring up in times of peril and dying down to a cool roar when she's resting, she is kind and caring. She can calm a scared filly as easily as fight off an enraged stallion.
She is a balance, as nature is a balance. Kiri
Name: Kiri
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Mate: None
Breeding: Open
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Secret Santa! (Cetus)
Personality summed up: She is cold and distant. Her eyes strip away all the fluffy packaging and see things for what they really are. She is not fooled by tinsel and ribbon. To gain this one's trust, you must prove yourself to be more than a copy of another's joy. You must prove to Kiri that your bubbly personality will not begin to crumble away shortly after you meet, that your sweet and sincere smile shall not fall after the first hour.Males Pathi
Name: Pathi
Gender: male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Mother: Indira
Father: Jazira
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Adoption, 4k
Personality: Overly-protective around colts and fillies, relativaly nice and funny around adults.  Keanu
Name: Keanu
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Auction, 12k
Personality: He has the cool authority of peppermint, and the warm gentleness of a new snow.  Kaiser
Name: Kaiser
Gender: Male
Age: Foal
Breeding: OPEN
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: NOne
Mother: Enyala
Father: Salome
Brother(s): Strive
Sister(s): Soliel
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: A breeding between Salome and Enyala: 1750g.
Personality summed up: Hmm....
Akuji
Name: Akuji
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: NA
Mate: NONE
Foals: NOne
Mother: Lucidique
Father:yahto
Brother(s): Yrdrasil
Sister(s): Katya
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price:
Personality summed up: EEVVVIILLL! twisted Nemo
Name: Nemo
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Auction, 13k
Personality summed up: NEMO! Heheh. whee heart Adventerous, fun, etc.Klaus
Name: Klaus
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 1 (Mocha- Erithan)
Foals:
- Male: Talen (Huroggmeten), Riordan (Huroggmeten), Winter's Dawn (Erithan)
- Female: Jade (Erithan), Hevn (White Feather)
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Adoption, 4k
Personality summed up: Withdrawn.. you can find this fellow in a misty swamp  Talen
Name: Talen
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: OPEN
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Mother: Mocha (Eritahn)
Father: Klaus (Huroggmeten- me!)
Brother(s): Riordan (Huroggmeten), Winter's Dawn (Erithan)
Sister(s): Jade (Erithan), Hevn (White Feather)
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Breeding, 2.5k
Personality: He was longed after by many even when he was the smallest of foals. Because of this he has come to hate the looks with which he is gifted. Even so, their is a charm, an allure, around females that he cannot resist. Oftentimes he is frozen in his spot while his mind is comanding his legs to canter away. His words are razor-sharp when this occurs. 
Riordan
Name: Riordan
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Mother: Mocha (Eritahn)
Father: Klaus (Huroggmeten- me!)
Brother(s): Talen (Huroggmeten), Winter's Dawn (Erithan)
Sister(s): Jade (Erithan), Hevn (White Feather)
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Breeding, 2.5k
Personality: ?
Hermes
Name: Hermes
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: Quite a few (none under my servayalance)
Mate: NONE
Foals: (names under with whom he breed with- Thanks Val!)
With Jasmine:
Sora (Steal), Shayla (Val)
With Balle:
Raylin (BabyKokoKitty), Ame (Elros Namasi)
With Shadow Myst:
Ame and Sora
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Adoption, 5k
Personality summed up: He is a shy creature. Flitting about on his business, he rarely speaks someone unless approached. Those who do have the pleasure of meeting him have been left with only good thoughts of this kind, genorous stallion. 
Malik
Name: Malik
Gender: Male
Age: Foal
Breeding: NA
Past Breedings: NA
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Mother: Ayla (Huroggmeten)
FatherMother: Rhinne (Owned by Syrie, under Mialee's care during Syrie's absensce)
Brother(s): Shalkan (Huroggmeten), Cruzac (Mia)
Sister(s): Cheutuese (Bluemorph) Calena (Luna)
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Breeding, 7k
Personality summed up: For all his life he has been walking along in his brother's shadow. With two males so similar in coloring and stature, would you not go for the stronger one? He is a wall-flower, one to fade into the background and long of what they could have known. He is sweet, kind, and gentle. Some have accused him of being too kind, too gentle. He is as like a fawn as his coloring makes him out to be. 
Setsuna
Name: Setsuna
Gender: Male
Age: Foal
Breeding: NA
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Mother: Viola Ali
Father: Astraea
Brother(s): Cellaich (Yayoi), Luther (Orisis)
Sister(s): None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Flatsale, 8k
Personality summed up: Gentle and kind with a small quirk. Something found not often in one so young: smooth, flawless wrapping to a dark, forboding past.
Now an adult, he retains that flawless skin... his soul as mixed up as ever.
KaeAskavi
Name: KaeAskavi
Gender: Male
Age: Foal
Breeding: NA
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Mother: Sage
Father: Mantar
Brother(s): Draben (PoisonedPumpkin), Setsuna (Upside.-.Down), Ara (xXxShadowsKittyxXx)
Sister(s): Caia (xXxShadowsKittyxXx)
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Gift from Upside.-.Down! ^___^
Personality summed up: His name means "White Mountain." It is an apt meaning: He is strong, sturdy, and reliable... with a slight chill as you get closer. Beautiful and regal from a distance, a hint of danger adding spice to the mix... and all this when he is but a foal.
Kovu
Name: Kovu
Gender: Male
Age: Foal
Breeding: NA
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Mother: Champagne
Father: Paul
Brother(s): Mair (DragonSix), Haruki (Dolphingirl)
Sister(s): Nyx (Dragonsix)
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Raffle: 12,750g of tickets
Personality summed up: Constantly bubbling, often threatening to fizz over the top. 
Name: Meir
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Adoption, 5k!
Personality: The sheen on his coat, the gleam of silver, the eerie ring of metal. All of these things reflect the shield that is about him, the invisible barrier that is set between himself and all those around. His anger is not the kind to flare and burn all things in its path, it is the kind to quietly simmer and grow until nothing remotely human is left. He has a calm demeanor that is most deceptive... should any let themselves be wrapped about in his warm caccoon of good will, they will find themselves dead before long. He is bitter.... it's always the quiet ones
Name: Anor
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Adoption, 5k!
Personality: He burns bright as the sun, his coloring showing his solar affliance.... and acting as a warning to those who don't want to get burned.
Decoda
Name: Decoda
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Adoption, 5k!
Personality: He is calm and cool, reserved and slightly shy. He is found more often wadding through a cool stream to avoid a mare taking a drink then talking to another of any gender. He feels at home in the shadows, though he is sometimes chased out by those who call shadows their hunting place.
Pephlar
Name: Pephlar
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Adoption, 10k!
Personality: The night is his enemy, the day his enemy as well. This is not for any dislike of extremes, rather for those who call night and day their home... those too sweet or those too evil for his tastes. He likes dusk, a time when the shadows are colored... not simply black or nonexistant. 
Adair
Name: Adair
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Custom, 8k
Personality: When you find a snake coiled in your home, what would you do? Would you take pitty on it, and lead it to the outside world? Or would you call the pest control to exterminate it?
A blood stain on his chest is evidence that some... choose the later.
Keir
Name: Keir
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Father: Dolien (Previously owned by Ahro, now owned by Ayandi Moltany)
Brothers: Hakan (Upside.-.Down)
Sisters: Kalahan (Huroggmeten), Astarte (Previously owned by Ahro, now owned by Minkey55)
Breeding: Open!
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Breeding, 5.5k
Personality: Will update soon.
Chupacabre
Name: Chupacabre
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: Too smexeh to settle down with just one....
Foals: None
Gotten By: Offer-sale through PMs, 30k
Personality: Stalking the night in search of his next prey, luring them in with cunning calls and striking looks... the victims happily oblivous to their danger, lost in his deep blue eyes. He is the Chupacabre, that which envokes fear in many. He is woman-hunter.
Kia'dun
Name: Kia'dun
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Adoption, 5k
Personality: Swirling color, swirling emotions. Mixtures of good and bad, light and dark. A perfect gentleman, a beast controlled by lust. Kia'dun is a hybrid of the good and bad in this world. 
JadaBarke
Name: JadaBarke
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Lineage: Looking for. If you have, PM me please!
Gotten By: Adoption, 5k
Personality: He is kind and curtious, though the lightning flowing about him may sometimes flare up.  Kellen
Name: Kellen
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Gotten By: Secret Santa! (Thankyou Cait!)
Personality: Have a holly jolly Christmas... This Yuma believes that it should be Christmas year-round, and wishes to spread joy to all others.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 5:44 pm
All Yuma with the Unicorn pose as a base shall go here.... even crossbreeds or those who are... special.
FemalesSuki
Name: Suki
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Valentine's Yuma!
Personality: Loooovely.
Design
Name: Design
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None that I know of
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Adoption, 5k
Personality: "It's like... a party for your head! Hehee!" ... Need I explain more? >__> 
Geist
Name: Geist
Parents: Chandra & Taithe
Siblings: Prishow
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Mother:
Father: Taithe
Brother(s): Prishow
Sister(s): none
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Free Raffle
Personality summed up: "Geist is very clever and very sneaky, she can almost disappear right in front of you." 
Meira
Name: Meira
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: A Secret Admirer! whee heart
Personality: Sweet, kind, and caring. She is the perfect embodient of the true celebration of the softer side of Valentine's Day.
Hera
Name: Hera
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Secret Santa!
Personality: .. When the snow gives way to spring and there is no longer any whisper of cold left on the earth, there still lingers the smallest signs of what had just been there. Hera is the softest snow, the newest falling, the brightest spring with the briefest touch of winter. She is kind and sweet, yet cold and unforgiving. She is thinnest sleet and thickest ice.
Sakura
Name: Sakura
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Secret Santa! whee
Personality:
Zahi
Name: Zahi
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: NA
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Secret Santa Gift! whee
Personality summed up: ---
Moondance
Name: Moondance
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Adoption when WNC left, 10k!
Personality: She has an affiliation with the stars. She loves them as she does no other. Each day passes by with her head drooping, her mind only on when she can again bask in the glory of the moon. She is the living embodiment of the night itself, both cold and cool while promising and kind. She has an allure about her, one which has led even the stars to come down to dance about her. 
Mialee Zandra
Name: Mialee Zandra
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: ???
Family: She is the daughter of two of Mia's Yuma, two Yuma based off of Mia and her husband.
Mother: Jules
Father: Nathan
Siblings: Destry Ciara, Anglice Matthew, Dezso Dellano
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Adoption when WNC left, 5k!
Personality: Editing soon. 
Holly
Name: Holly
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Adoption, 5k!
Personality: You have never seen true anger until you have seen one who has lost their christmas present, one who has never recieved one. 
Sadiki
Name: Sadiki
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Raffle... I think about 15k worth of tickets?
Personality: This girl loves nothing more than a good party. If you make her aquantance... you may find yourself waking up somewhere the next morning, and not knowing what just happened. Males
Riordan
Name: Rohan
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: NONE
Mother: Kailani (DolphinGirl)
Father: Apollo (Upside.-.Down
Brother(s): ?? (DolphinGirl), ?? (DolphinGirl)
Sister(s): Surreal (me)
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Breeding, 5.5k
Personality summed up: Overly protective of his sister.
Shalkan
Name: Shalkan
Gender: Male
Age: Foal
Breeding: NA
Past Breedings: NA
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Mother: Ayla
FatherMother: Rhinne (Syrie; Under care by Mia)
Brother(s): Malik (me), Cruzan (Mia)
Sister(s): Charteuse (Blue), Calena (Luna)
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Breeding, 7k
Personality summed up: --- 
Akamu
Name: Akamu
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open... ish.
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE- see "personality"
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Roleplay Contest
Personality summed up: Scarred by the events of the past. (See "Roleplay Contest Winning Entries" in the Roleplay Post) 
Blitzen
Name: Blitzen
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: NA
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Raffle (Santa's 8 Reindeer, 2005) I spent 21,000g worth of tickets on him. X.x;;
Personality summed up: Strong and sturdy, loyal enough to help an elderly man pull a sleigh throughout the night sky. Courageous. 
Chester
Name: Chester
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Father: Thunder Chicken
Mother: Urial
Sister(s): Ni'rali (Pippi1884 cool , Exxa (Mimiru_13), Si'lia (Merdeka21)
Brother(s): Duer (Merdeka21)
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Adoption, 5k!
Personality: Slightly emo, he is fond of music and of the arts. His greatest obsession is the look the mountains and lakes take in the seconds between the sun's setting and the moon's rising. He is often found between two trees, upon the highest mountain peak, or staring into the depths of the largest lake he can find. He barely has time for mortal beings, so obsesed is he with the land around him.
Nenharma
Name: Nenharma (<-- It means "Stranger" in Elven)
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Flatsale, 15k! (<-- "Rare" Ghosty Yuma)
Personality: He is the shadow stalker of the night. He is gentlemanly and curtious, though a mystery wraps around him like so many folds of cloth. A ghost that he is, He feels no need to assosciate himself with those... less... otherwordly then himself. He is not high and mighty nor is he stuck up, he simply knows that he is different.
Haru
Name: Haru
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Special Easter Auction, 9k
Personality: Here comes Peter Cottontail, hoppin' down the bunny trail... Haru loves to give gifts to those who are kind. He is seen most often bouncing about, trying to rush in as many things as poissible. 
Rananer
Name: Rananer
Gender: Male
Mother: Elano (Cetus)
Father: Rina (Erithan)
Brothers: Lucien (Erithan)
Sisters: Delphina (Erithan) Ambra (Cetus) Vashra (Cetus)
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open!
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Raffle, 7.7k worth of tickets
Personality: Will update soon.
Mecoa
Name: Mecoa
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Flatsale, 7k
Personality: The shadows of his pelt reflect that shadows playing upon his soul. His slit-pupil eyes show his predatory side, the side that sees not a beautiful mare and a possibilty of courting... rather a game of predator-prey.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 5:45 pm
Females Males
Zaphikel
Name: Zaphikel
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: NA
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Mother: Maia
Father: Emblazon
Brother(s): Shalkan (Huro), Chromaticus (Blue Morph)
Sister(s): Guiliani (Cajmera), Menolly (Cajmera)
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Breeding, 7.5k
Personality summed up: "Mother... why must we all die? Can we not live under this sky, walk upon this earth, for eternity?" He takes after his father. He is tall and proud, arrogant as he is wise. Yet still there lingers the slightest touch of uncertainty.... the slightest touch of sadness. 
Shalkan
Name: Shalkan
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: NA
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Mother: Maia
Father: Emblazon
Brother(s): Zaphikel (Huro), Chromaticus (Blue Morph)
Sister(s): Guiliani (Cajmera), Menolly (Cajmera)
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Breeding, 7.5k
Personality summed up: --- Kael
Name: Kael
Gender: Male
Age: Foal
Breeding: CLOSED
Past Breedings: Na
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: RAFFLE, 21k worth of tickets
Personality summed up: Obdurate.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 5:48 pm
Females Males
Hajari
Name: Hajari
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: NA
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Secret Santa Gift!
Personality summed up: He feels a strong connection to all that is green, all vegetation and plant life. 
Sanji
Name: Sanji
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mother: Maia (me)
Father: Krypto (Duo Maxewell)
Brother(s): Sanji (me), Drenil (Applesauce Nazi)
Sister(s): Nightshade (Duo), Mystiri (Duo)
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Breeding, 5.5k!
Personality: His mane, as it does on lions, depicts the fearce protection and utter loyalty he holds to his family and herd. Although somewhat of a loner, the company he enjots most is that of his brother, Mordock. He is the more vivacious of the two, the one more subject to random outbursts of laughter. He is the kind, gentle soul to his brother's harder features.  JarrahName: Jarrah
Gender: Male
Age: Foal
Breeding: CLOSED
Past Breedings: None
Foals: NONE
Mate: NONE
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Flatsale through Trivia Game, 5k!
Personality: Yet to be discovered.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 5:49 pm
Females
MaiaName: Maia
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Mother: None
Father: None
Brother(s):None
Sister(s): None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Birthday Gift from Mia and Yayoi! whee heart *snugs them*
Personality: As with many Yuma, she acts differently around mares and stallions.
Around a mare, she is calm and reserved. She takes on an air of dignity, holds her head high, and responds in a smooth voice that seems to ask "Why are you speaking to ME?"
Around a foal, a motherly instinct takes over. She must be kind, caring, and nuturing.
Around a stallion, she reverts back to a foal-like stage. She has not had much contact with the oppostie gender, and so is a wee bit hyper. She could come off as a bit bold, though their is still the air of dignity. Males
Kaemon
Name: Kaemon
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Mother: None
Father: None
Brother(s):None
Sister(s): None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: I bought tickets for him for a total of 10k
Personality: --- 
Mordock
Name: Mordock
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Mate: Too young.
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mother: Maia (me)
Father: Krypto (Duo Maxewell)
Brother(s): Sanji (me), Drenil (Applesauce Nazi)
Sister(s): Nightshade (Duo), Mystiri (Duo)
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Breeding, 5.5k!
Personality: Dark and brooding. He was raised umong those such as Akuji and Konu, not exactly the most hyper Yuma. He has a sweet heart, however he holds up an evil face. The only one who has yet to warm his soul is his own brother, Sanji. Not even his own mother.
A young filly by the name of Shakile has come close to him, though nothing is yet certain. She has begun to warm his heart, more so than Sanji could.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 5:50 pm
 Females
Kailan
Name: Kailan
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: OPEN
Past Breedings: NA
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Mother: Aari (Kazkitty)
Father: Jack (Jospeh Evan)
Brother(s): Steel (Jospeh Evan), Jacob (Joseph Evan)
Sister(s): Rewix (FelineOddity), Halla (Kazkitty)
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Gift!
Personality: Yet to be discovered. 
Aleera
Name: Aleera
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: OPEN
Past Breedings: NA
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Halloween 2k6 Event prize- Dracula's Brides
Personality: Yet to be discovered. 
Hateya
Name: Hateya
Gender: Female
Age: Foal
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Mother: Midnight Angel (OOC, Cetus)
Father: Lestat (OOC, Cetus)
Brother(s): OOC: Andre (Duo Maxwell), Durza (Cetus)
Sister(s): None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Free! THANKS SO MUCH CETUS! (Late)Birthday Present!
Personality: Upon first glance, she seems dark and bitter. She always has her demonic wings flared out, always at the ready. This is not because of the hate for life many label her to have... in truth, she is sad and lonely. The tough front she keeps up is no more transparent than a heavy block of stone, though once you get past that tough exterior she is a dollup of pudding.. Yum.. pudding. 
Kurai
Name: Kurai
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Mother: Isis
Father: Persephone (Erithan, used Gender-Change Potion)
Brother(s): Yoru (Erithan) Darem (Erithan) Lucivar (Huroggmeten)
Sister(s): KarosSachi (Surf)
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Breeding, 5.5k
Personality:
Livania
Name: Livania
Gender: Female
Age: Foal
Mother: Isis (Huroggmeten)
Father: Lestat (Cetus)
Sisters: Malume (Huroggmeten, ??? (???)
Brothers: Cthulhu (Cetus), Seifer (Cetus)
Breeding: Open
Mate: NONE
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Breeding (5.5k)
Personality: Her siblings all seem to have a deep hatred for all things light and merry. The eldest, Cthulhu, is very near so depressing he could suck the warmth out of a summer day. Her sister, Malume, follows closely in Cthulhu's footsteps. The other two are close behind.
It is only Livania who has the merry outlook of her mother, the Goddess Isis. It is only Livania who can look at a fuzzy, furry being without the urge to puke. It is only Livania who can infuse the day with warmth after all seems leeched by her siblings.
As an adult the demonic qualities of her heritage are fully shown in her appearance, though her heart remains as pure.
Males
Deros
Name: Deros
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 0 (under my servaelance)
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Adoption, 4k
Personality summed up: Creature of the Darkness. Yuma of all kinds beware. 
Lucivar
Name: Lucivar
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: NONE
Mother: Isis
Father: Persephone (Erithan, used Gender-Change Potion)
Brother(s): Yoru (Erithan) Darem (Erithan)
Sister(s): Kurai (Huroggmeten), KarosSachi (Surf)
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Breeding, 5.5k
Personality summed up: This one has a soul that burns with fire. A flame that is never put out, it shines as brightly as his emotions. Pay no heed to his cool demeanor: he is closer to a hurricane then to the calm sea for which he was colored.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 5:52 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 5:53 pm
 Females Evelyn
Name: Evelyn
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Mate: None
Breeding: Open
Gotten by: Secret Santa! (Sasse! <3)
Personality: Passing through shadows, passing through light. A beauty that shines and fades, though never quite goes away. A smile of pure sunlight, a frown of coldest snow. This is Evelyn.
She flies higher than most would dare, her Angelic wings allowing her to attain heights only dreamt of by others. On the rare times she is on the ground, she moves with the grace of a predatory cat, yet with none of it's malice.
Her words are few, though their meaning deep. Ilana
Name: Ilana
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Mate: None
Breeding: Open
Gotten by: Secret Santa! (Spirited Six! <3)
Personality: She longs for the day when the leaves on the trees turn to golden-brown, rich red, and brilliant orange, and glowing yellow hues. For the day when summer has only just ended, and winter is far on the horizon.
It is on this day that she takes to the sky, looking upon the workings of Autumn, the feel of the cool fall breeze sweeping her forever upwards. Males Tuari
Name: Tuari
Gender: Male
Age: Foal (Perma!)
Mate: None
Breeding: Open (1k potions available to make him breed)
Gotten by: Raffle! (2.5k of tickets)
Personality: He is a perma foal, meaning he shall never grow. Some would think that this would put a damper on a Yuma's spirits (after all... how could you find your love when you are but a fraction of their size? How could you do so many things that require strength and muscle) but to Tuari it is a wonderful opportunity. He has no responsibilities and no cares.
He is constantly hyper. He is always looking for a new friend, for a new adventure. Oo look a bird! Play with me! Hey, you! Oo, snail! Let's race! WHEEEEE! ~~
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 5:54 pm
Females  Hollace
Name: Hollace
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Flatsale, 5k
Personality summed up: She is a shy and reserved, not one to talk to others. Ambarta
Name: Ambarta
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Secret Santa
Personality summed up: Fierce and fiesty.Males Shishio
Name: Shishio
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Secret Santa (VDT)
Personality summed up: He always wants to just peel back that wrapping and see what's inside.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 5:55 pm
 Females Nyelle
Name: Nyelle
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Kittens: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Flatsale, 4k
Personality summed up: Reserved, yet rambuncious. She takes after my cat Stetson.
Kurai
Name: Kurai
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Roleplay Contest
Personality: Here is my entry for the roleplay contest, with which I won her:
Two small dots of purple peeked from beneath the tallest grasses in the Mystical Realm, the grasses that lay on the very edge of the valley itself. Slowly, a more pastel-colored bit of fluff emerged. Eventually, they revealed themselves to be two ears, connected to a head with an odd stripe of tuquoise in the center of its forehead. Darting eyes followed the ears, a crystal clear blue, framed by pink wings and underlined by a green collar.
A twitch of the nose sent this little creature flying across the field, large hops and bounds sending it further and further away from the spot from whence it had come. Its little heart was beating fast inside its chest, the constantly swiveling ears and the brief hint of suspicion in its eyes clearly showing this to any who cared to look.... obviously feminine. She was the first of her kind, a mix between a rabbit and a Thaeoli.... and the Mystical Realm was not a safe place for such a small creature.
She froze as a new sort of... thing... appeared in front of her. It was a deep brown color, emerald eyes peering into her own with a sort of confused innocence. Frozen, she crouched lower to the ground, hoping that this thing would not try to eat her. Yet.. something about this thing seemed familiar. Was it the twitching tail? The shape of its head? The... well... ah, so it was in fact a male.
".. Hello..." The thing had begun to speak, causing her to sink lower to the ground. She was now in a position that may well say 'Don't eat me....' "... My name is Sloan... and you... are...." She could hear his heart beat... for all his confused wording, the pace was steady and slow. He was not afraid of her.
"... The daughter of the easter bunny and one like you." she whispered, her own voice sounding odd in her ears. She had never before been given a reason to talk. Her muscles started to relax, though they were still tensed just enough to send her flying off in a single leap and bound...
... Just as her father did. Males
Sloan
Name: Sloan
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: 0
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale/Adoption, price: Random Event Prize
Personality summed up: A bit of a flirt, he has been known to hang about in trees, purring and waiting for the next female to wander by. Otherwise, he is a perfect gentleman.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 5:55 pm
Females
Sahkyo
Name: Sahkyo
Gender: Female
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Secret Santa! whee
Personality: She loves soaring through the clouds, way up high... to the Yuma and Thaeoli on the ground, she seems only a distant purple speck. The only time she lands are when she absolutely has to... when she's hungry or thirsty.Males
Mauli
Name: Mauli
Gender: Male
Age: Adult
Breeding: Open
Past Breedings: None
Mate: NONE
Foals: None
Auction/Custom/Flatsale, price: Free! Easter event 2k6.
Personality: Will update soon.
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 5:56 pm
Winning Roleplay Entries: For Pet: Akamu
Roleplay Prompt:
((Yayoi))
This male had found love. He was the happiest Yume you could of imagined there ever being. Finding the love of his life, he was ready to settle down and have a family of his own. Him and his love had been together for a long time and had gone through a very long courtship. So much had been but into this relationship that he thought nothing terrible could ever happen. But terribleness did happen. His love had on the side, been courted by another male. She didn't tell him because she didn't want to break his heart. The thing is, he saw them one day while they were together. His heart was ripped to pieces when he saw them together and he knew that his love was not faithful to him. He confronted the both of them on this and went into a mad rage. He killed his one and only love then attempted to kill the other male. The male had a dagger that he carried it with him and when his time was about up, he plunged it into the male's hind quarters then quickly made his escape. Standing there, alone. He stared at the dead body of his love and weapt. Not tears of water, but tears of blood. After this had all happened, he seemed to have just wandered in a daze. In his own mind he pushed all that had happened to the back of his mind and kept telling himself it never happened. Some people had thought he'd gone insane from all the chatter he would do to himself. So he continued to wander the lands, swearing to himself that he would never love again. He just couldn't take that kind of heartbreak a second time.
Roleplay Response:
((Me))
He blinked as the young foal reared onto her hindquarters and giggled innocently. "C'mon! Play with me!" she squealed, turning in circles and kicking her heels up in joy. The sunshine glinted off her red coat, the perfect backdrop to her shining, joy-filled eyes. The innocent view of the world reminded him of his love.
He turned his head to the side, ignoring her invitations. The remnants of the bloodied tears he had shed when his love was lost to this world lingered, as a reminder, on his cheeks. He would never forget, could never forget. The stallion heaved a sigh and turned, retreating to the small rocky cave he had adopted as a sort of... sanctuary. The darkness was as his life now was, an empty void of meaningless despair. Some may argue that the night is a wonderful time full of mystery and magic, but he wouldn't care... he'd just turn his head and walk away, as he did with all the others.
The filly pouted and huffed. "Fine! Meany-head!" She flicked her tail at him and pranced off, looking for a more willing playmate.
She was not the first of the herd to try. On the first day his aimless wandering had taken him to the gathering of Yuma, an older adult female had approached him in much the same way. He could tell that in her heart she was still a foal from her widened eyes and idol curiosity of the sword stuck in his flank. He had ignored her and attempted to continue in his journey, though his path had been blocked by a male. A black stallion, like him, though with golden wings. Those wings has spread wide, flapping so as to send the uncoperative male back to the female. He had given in only because he had nothing better to do, nothing to do except waste his life away until he could at last regain his loved one.
He slumped against the cold stone, hanging his head in despair. The knife sunk a half-inch deeper into his flesh, though he did not care. His world was gone, his heart, his meaning. He was only half what he used to be, the remainder draining away like sand in an hourglass. He had been numbed to the physical pain by the over-bearing of the mental.
Maia peered into the cave. Her fairy wings and arched gryphon head blocked the sun, preventing it from trespassing on the male's self-pity. She scrunched up her nose. "It won't make it any better lying their moping. You need adventure! You need to swim! You need to get out of here and find a new purpose of life!" The mare took a step into the damp cave, trying to see around his rump.
There is no purpose. I have no life. There is no adventure without her, he thought. Of course, he didn't say it out loud. What was the point if it was just going to make her stay? He only wanted to be left alone.
After a few seconds of silence she huffed, much as the young filly had done, and nudged him. "Fine. I'll just come back tomorrow." with a flick of her mane she was gone, a bit of light trickling in at her absence.
He wedged himself deeper into the cave, legs barely holding him up. His eyes flickered closed, though he opened them again with a jolt. When his eyelids touched his pupils, all he could see was the imaged of his love in her last moments. The scream, the shock, the betrayal... his rage.
He blocked the world out, seeing naught but his despair. He was alone.Most Recent Roleplays:
For Pet: Mordock
With Who: Shakila (Cetus)
Roleplay:Quote: Shakila(y):
Shakila strode through the forest, head held tall and proud. She took in a deep breath, her ears pirked up as she listened to the songs that were dancing around the tree tops. She wandered over to a stream, happily kicking up the water in play. Dropplets clung to her coat as she laughed at herself. As she slowly caught her breath, her dark red eyes looked about.. she needed a playmate. Her brothers and sisters has some, but she had none
Mordock (y)
He brushed against a low-hanging tree limb. The foal carefully set his face into a well-practiced mask, one that showed almost no expression. He came upon a small stream, and peered upon his reflection. He needed to work on the eyes. Although they had the glassy look he had stolen from Akuji and the fiery passion that was his own, the need for play that was so common in foals still shone through. He was still a kid. Mordock gave a resigned sigh. He could never be as depressing as Klaus or as evil as Akuji. He idolized them for the ability to fend for themselves and the nack they had for inspiring fear in others.
A droplet of water shook him out of his daze as it hit his nose.
He snorted, head shooting up. What... He muttered, the mask falling away from his face to leave a confused, slightly dazzled expression in its stead. The filly frolicking about in front of him was of deepest black, tendrils of firey hues breaking up the darkness... he was transfixed. For a girl, she wasn't too bad... he carefully set the mask back in place. "Hello.." he murmured, in the tone he had seen Pathi able to make even Ayla swoon over. Even so, there was still the ring of youth to it.
Shakila(y):
She must have jumped ten feet in the air as she stopped her play, back facing the voice behind her. She turned her face, her feet seems to be rooted to the ground. " I didn't realise.. I mean hello" she said, flicking part of her forelock swishing out of her face as she turned to face the other foal.
Her deep eyes popped as she took in the full view of the colt. " Whoa.." she said, lost for words as she stared at him. He was a deep shade of black, with a beautiful white streaked pattern running through him. But it was his eyes that he truely entranced her, they were a beautiful dark shade of purple. "You have absolutely gorgous eyes" she said smiling at him, immediatly in her "flirt mode." She was one of yuma that was blinded by love, or rather a hopeless romantic in her young age. She figured it was a faze she was soon to grow out of. Her feet wobbled a bit she she picked herself up, holding her head higher.
Mordock (y)
The foal blinked, momentarily dazed by her outgoing views. "I thank you, Miss." He gave her a deep bow, just as Pathi had taught him. The grace with which he gave that simple bow far outdid his teacher's, even at this young of an age. Mordock was, in all respects, a hearthrob in the making. Even a Yuma with all the grace in the world could not help but getting wet if they were to kneal in water, and wet he was. "We all have something special about us. I cannot figure whether to compliment the contours of your body or the lovely lilt of your voice... perhaps even the eye-catching markings on your coat." His neck was arched, his eyes dancing. He would play her game, though perhaps this time he could get though the flirtatious conversation without laughing. He had never been able to, even when Ayla was his teacher. His brother would often laugh as well, which would set off Mordock into heaps of belly-laughs, though since Sanji was not here he was... more composed. A slight inclanation of his head accompanied his next words. "I am afriad I know not what you are called. I am known as Mordock." His own name drifted from his lips with an accent on the r, causing the name to sound foreign even in the very country it was from.
Shakila(y):
The smile on her face became so big it made her lips sting. She gave what she called a curtsybowey, dipping her knees slightly in while bowing her head. "I thank you too, I do appreciate the respect." she smiled at him appreciativly. She was a foal who believed in earning the respect of others, and was very grateful when people gave her respect. She kept her joy inside of her so she didn't seem like an idiot infront of him. " Why, I don't know how to start to thank you. Those are all very lovely compliments from a very lovely foal" she winked at him. Mordock.. the way it rolled off of his tounge was so lovely. " I'm called Shakila.. it means prety girl. Your name is very intresting, I love the way it rolls off the touge. " she said happily, wandering back over to the river to take a quick sip of it.
Mordock (y)
"Any less would be blasphemous." He said, truly meaning it. Although the word 'blashpemy' more often applied to something that is against a God or person religion, it fit. Mordock let the wink bring a smile to his face, unable to keep his failing mask any longer. The shadows of the deeper contours of his own face lightened considerably, the only real difference between his coveted mask and his true face that a certian air of playfullness was added. He felt comfortable with her. "An apt naming." his eyes flickered to her and then fixed on the filly's eyes. "My own name has no meaning... it is simply an altered word, coming from the name a warrior gave his sword. The sword was strong and sturdy... it brought down many a man with Zed's strength to back it. However, the sword broke at the last minute, against a Giant's skull." he remembered it only because his mother (the joy in his face fell briefly at the mention of the mare) had drilled it into his mind until he could not forget. "I know not why I was named after it, other than that I am to be strong and reliable." His lips twitched with the irony... an un-reliable sword to birth a reliable Yuma. He lowered his nose gently, brushing it against the water.
Shakila(y):
A puzzled look crossed face flashed across her face for a moment as he said the word blasphemous. I wonder what the word blasphemous means.. she thought as she shook her head. "Yes it would be" she said nodding her head in agreement, even though she had no idea what she was agreeing too. She gaped for a moment as she also began to wonder what the word apt meant. "You are very bright for such a young age" she said, figureing she'd let him know what she was thinking about. She listened attentivly about his name.. "well I'm sure you will carry out your name, besides the breaking at the last minute part of course" she said with a laugh. " Well then, even now and the a strong and honorable yuma surely must like to play right?" she said before leaping forward and pushing him playfully (but with great force) into the water.
Mordock (y)
He coughed, looking slightly miffed as he regained his composue and stood back up. He liked her spunk. "I suppose... the adults that have 'trained' me wanted me to be a sort of prodigy." He let out a laugh, shaking his head and spraying small water droplets on her. "I suppose I am making a bit of progress..." he grinned, silently praising himself for getting the better of one his own age. "Though a prodigy would be such a boring life... no room for fun and other frivolities." He threw the word out there simply to sound smart, not necessarily because it was necessary for the sentence. He splashed the water about his feet, aiming for her knees.
The mask that had been fixated on his face before was completely gone; he had surrendered to having fun with her. Let the cold, reserved Mordock come out later if need be... he was enjoying himself for the time being.
"You are carrying out your own name even as we speak, Pretty Girl."
Shakila(y):
She laughed softly to herself " I want to stay a simpleminded foal, adults have tried to teach me, but I have no desire to learn. I just don't think I need to learn anything, I know who I am and thats good enough for me." she said putting her muzzle in the water and splashing him. She laughed as she pranced around him, hoof hitting the ground hard so that more water would splash up. She stopped prancing infront of him and grinned " Well.. I suppose you are making just a bit of progress" she winked as she giggled. A surprised look came over herself as she realised she giggled, she never giggled. She noticed a change in him, he seemed to taken any walls he has put aroun d himself down and decieded to just have fun with her, which she liked.
"Why... thank you" I have to say you are very good looking yourself, she grinned before splashed him again
Mordock (y)
The colt's grin spread wider at that, shiny white teeth flashing brightly. "Just a bit." He put on a regal air, giving her one of his smooth boys. "I thank you, Miss, for your compliments for such a lowly life-form as I." He burst out into gales of laughter once he had finished, a deep sound coming from his belly. It rang off the trees, causing a few of the birds who had been sleeping peacefully to fall off their perches. It was not un-pleasant in any way, it was simply that his laugh had startled them. Her giggle is as pleasing as she is to my eyes. He thought, his laughter dying down as he looked back over at her. He gave her a remotely coy look, an expression that looked odd on him for the flirtatious 'coy' was always more attractive on a female.
He then promptly splashed her with the cool water of the stream.
Shakila(y):
She looked at him smileing, it was so nice to share joy with another. She burst into laughter in him "If you are a lowly like-form, I dare not ask what I am.. for it would be far worse" she said through laughs. She sneezed as she smiled back at him. "I simply adore your laugh, it rings in my ears like sweet music." she sighed happily. She noticed his his rather coy look, she thought it was a rather cute look for him. She sneezed again as she stated "I love that face" she said, a coy look on his face as if to copy him. She sneezed yet again as shivered " goodness this water is getting cold"
Mordock (y)
"Bless you." he said automatically to her sneezes. A concerned look flashed over his face... he could not feel the cold chill of the water. He had been born with a certain tolerance for the cold, heightened by the long walks through the chilly mountains with Pathi. Even so, he put the blame on the fact that the laughing had warmed his blood. "Thank you." he murmured half-heartedly at her comment about his laugh, peering at her intensly. He then stood in the water, completely still, concentrating on his legs. Try as he might, he simply could not feel the cold. A slighty tingle maybe, but it was not cold. He gave a small laugh in appriciation of her coy look. "That is a wonderful look for you, Shakila." He took a few steps forward, gently nudging her out of the stream and towards the trees. "Perhaps we should stay in the trees until the chill has passed..." he peered at her, the nudged her again with his shoulder. They were light nudges, pairly touching, however he gave off heat like a radiator vent.
Shakila(y):
She nodded "Thank you" to every bless you he gave her. She shivered as he nudged he toward the trees. She could feel the heat from him be transfered to her, it was quite nice. Even though her coat was thick she was still cold, she figured it was also because of the time of year. She flopped down on the grass below a tree. "Thank you for your concern, it is quite refreshing.. and also thank you, the coy look doesn't work on all, but I try" she giggled yet again and surprising herself yet again. She seemed to be slightly differnt then she as with most other yuma. "So what are you doing out here.. wheres's your herd?" she asked curiously, intent on learning more about him.
Mordock (y)
"Coming from you, I am surprised it does not." he followed her to the tree she had selected and lay beside her, a few feet away but still close enough to attempt to warm her... he had plenty of heat, as though his black coat absorbed it. "Well... I am not really part of a herd." he laughed, and tried again "My mother is busy with her daughters, though she does not like to look upon me for I remind her of my father... whom I have never met. He is a wanderer. My brother and my teachers are the only ones I have... they are instructing Sanji (my brother) as to how it is proper to bow... he is clumsy, not very good with common courtesies." he smiled at the thought of the perfect example of a youth: clumsy, irrational, way too happy for his own good. "I became bored with the constant bowing, and so wandered off in search of something more entertaining." he looked over at her, the grin on his face now for a different reason. "I believe I have suceeded." Mordock looked to the branches of the trees, those where the birds had just started to settle back down into their nests from when he had startled them with his laugh. His eyes drifted back to hers. "And yourself? May I enquire as to what you are wandering for?"
Shakila(y):
She smiled at him as she lay beside her, with considerable distance of course. Oh boys, they never take chances she thought as she slowly inched closer to him, feeling more heat from his body as she did so. She listened and nodded when propper. She even laughed when he said is brother is clumsy, it was the complete opposite of her siblings. "Awww" she said and smiled " I too was looking for something more exciting then Fallen Angel, a member of my herd, swearing at me for my thickheadedness. I believe he also called a stubborn stupid little ugly twit and then a he told me he'd kill me." she said rolling her eyes. "I believe I too have found something far better then that." she laughed and nodded her head.
Mordock (y)
His head snapped up as she told him of her being 'thickheaded' and other such insults. He did not like this... Fallen Angel. "What right has he to call you anything?" he asked, nostrils flaring slightly. As always, he was the more protective of anyone he met... just as he is with his brother. "And is he blind?" Mordock snorted, pulling his head up proudly and imagining Fallen Angel beneath his hooves. "None with eyes could call one such as you 'ugly.'" The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them, and he coughed violently. He was supposed to think girls were icky, wasn't he? "Er.. uh..." he just laughed slightly to attempt to lighten his own mood; he put off more heat even as he came down from anger.
Shakila(y):
She flicked her tail in irratation "He thinks he has a right because I refuse to do his "evil biddings" he thinks I have the makings of great evil in me. Then later he changed it to great stubborness, whatever to him" she sighed as she thought of Fallen Angel. She picked her head up in great surprise as he then spoke, then she bursted into hysterical giggles.
" Thank you, and you know you are very handsome too. If anyone should ever call you ugly why.... I'm not even gonan say what I would do to them I jsut..." she said nostrils flaring with anger at anyone who would dare make fun of Mordock. She then pressed her body against hers and nuzzled him softly. "Tell me if I get out of line, you know it takes a lot of guts to say a yuma is pretty. I admire you, even if you did just blirt that out randomly, hottie" she winked then broke into hysterical giggles again
Mordock (y)
He coughed again, flicking his eyes back and forth across the clearing. "Er.. well... " He really didn't meant to blurt that out, it was simply instinct. The fact that she was so flitatious on top of that fact was making him a little uneasy... Ayla had never trained him for this. "It truly is not that difficult to say someone is pretty... you just go 'M'lady, you are by far the most attractive Yuma I have ever laid eyes on'" he muttered, attempting to steer away from himself. He much preffered to compliment others, and though he often took admiration of himself in stride it did not make him most happy. He tried again. "I do not believe one such as you could be evil in the least. For all that your coat is black." his eyes shone as he stumbled onto a topic he much more enjoyes "Black coats do not mean evil hearts." The colt let out a laugh as he though of Sanji's reaction to what he was saying, for his brother would most likely roll about on the ground, screaming something about 'someone should tell you that' and giggling hysterically.
Shakila(y):
She smiled and laughed, then slowly inched a slight ways away. She could tell when yuma were uncomfortable. A lot of times she didn't understand why there were that way, she just said whatever she felt like. She laughed at his attempt to explain how it was easy to explain that girls were pretty. "Any girl that heard those words from you would surely die of love" she said playfully. She could no help but feel as if they'd know eachother for a long time, she felt so open with him. Not like she wasn't open with other yuma, she barely shut up, but she felt a special connection, like a true friend had been made. "Black tells many things about a yuma, I can see lies, betrial and death in one coat. And then I can see softness, kindness and generosity in another. I really think it all depends on what has happened in your life. She sighed, giving up on the coats although she was not convinced that black coats meant no evil. Why, Fallen Angels coat was almost all black and he was pretty much pure evil to her.
Mordock (y)
He nodded briefly. "If that it so, and what happens in your life dictates whether you are good or evil, then you are still not evil... our lives have been too short for us to choose a defininant side." Mordock was, in a sense, trying to convince himself of this. He strived to make a mask that he could where, a mask devoid of all emotion and eyes of swirling pools of despair. However, after meeting her... it did not seem all too important. The smile flickered across his face as he turned eyes towards her. "Have you become yet again cold?" he asked, the puzzled expression on his face portraying the fact that he had mistook her slightly sad expression for coldness.
Shakila(y):
She nodded shakily at his question, for she was indeed cold. " You choose your own path, my life is mine and I'm not stupid enough to convince myself that life is to short for me not be able to dictate it, I am my own ruler and nobody else will tell me otherwise" she said rather coldly. He was starting to sound like Fallen Angel, that there was a chosen path for everyone and yumas do not choose their own path and blah blah blah. She was sick of it all was was completely convincedshe knew who she was and that nobody controlled her, and possibly nobody ever would. " If you choose wrong, I doubt that even few will be there to save you" she said, rising up and walking away. She was dissappionted in him, she knew he was nice and that this one sentence wasn't really a big deal.. but what if he did choose the wrong path? she couldn't bare to be around another yuma like Fallen angel. She'd seen them, many a crazy yuma in caverns up by a huge volcano. How cruel they were, Rigel even told a story of his lifemate who had met a terrible yuma. No.. if he choose wrong she could not be near him. She flicked her tail and stoppend infront of the river " I thought this was all going so well" she murmered.
Mordock (y)
He sighed, rolling his eyes briefly. Many a filly had a flare for the dramatic, but coming from her he took it to heart. He would wait before running after her, to give her some time to calm down. However... he was already on his feet, as though an invisible force propelled him towards her. The same force... before he could stop it, the mask begun to fall into place. The cold, distant eyes swirling with emotions to foal had a right to portray. The cruel, hard smile that was as seductive as it was barrier-building. A cold blanket wrapped about him, a wall between his softer, gentler side, and that which had now come forth. He did not like when other Yuma, no matter whom, thought of him what he was not. He started forward, his footsteps falling as gently as those of his Pixie of a mother. The curve of his wings... they showed clearly where his ability to brush by unheard came from. "I believe you have misunderstood my words." His voice, too, had changed. It was not as it was before the mask fell first with her... it had no ring of youth to it. The voice that came from his lips was cool and calm, eminating the ice that now chilled him to the bone. "No-one controls your destiny but yourself, that is true." he walked silently until he was directly in her path, blocking any escape... the only choice she had was to turn back and cross the chilling river or to barrel through him. The heat that had radiated from him was absent, the cold now in its place making the stream seem prefferable. "You choose what you do. I only stated that we have had too little time to choose." He used that word purposefully, pointing out a side of the sentence she had not heard. "There is no set path, only that which you choose." Again, he layed emphasis on that word. The last chip of his mask set into place: hate.
Shakila(y):
"I understood exactly what you meant..." he nostrils flared and she darted around to face him. "Both times, don't twist words for even one word could make a yuma think differently. Just like one action could change a life. " She was, in her own seemingly confusing way, trying to get a point across to him. That your words and actions affected you. If he asked too many questions or made wrong actions it could land him in trouble, and then she or some poor other soul would have to watch in despair. She sensed this yuma was intrigued by evil and did not want that. " And like I said, if you choose wrong not many will be there to save you if any..." he voice trailed off yet again. She took in a deep breath, rolling her eyes not even believing what she said next accutually came from her mouth " ..but luckily you've made yourself a good friend" she said as she winced. Also yet again in her own way she was telling him that if he wanted to choose the wrong road, she would go down that path with him no matter what. She was a stubborn yuma, she would make it. She knew what he ment, be she was more concered about him then anything else.
Mordock (y)
"So you admit what I said was true." he growled, a sound uncommon for an Equine throat. He could have pushed that point, could have quoted what he had said and what she had done, then what she had replied. However, the colt instead turned to the other half of the conversation. A hairline crack showed in his mask: intrigue. He was interested. "I need not protection nor that offered from any whom I know." He knew that by this point Pathi would have whacked him oevr the head and apologized profusely to the filly, though since the adult was not here Mordock was on his own. "It is often I who do the protecting." he muttered, thinking of Sanji. He followed after her, unable to let her go for fear that they may never meet again... another crack in his mask. However, it still held strong. He was still giving off cold heat. The simplified thinking that belonged to most foals was still present in him, for all that it had been morphed into seemingly sophisticated words by those he knew. From this, he was able to get a sense of what she was thinking. Her flinch combined with the words left him utterly confused. He may be smart, but no-one could follow the thinking of a defensive female. No-one. No matter what the filly's age, the pattern they followed when thinking was completely un-crackable to any mind that is male. He lengthened his stride slightly, just enough so that when he again rounded to face her he was ahead. His footfalls never made a sound. "A friend." he repeated, peering into her face intently.
A friend.
The words hit him like a bullet, and he was flooded with understanding. Or at least, what he thought it was. The flinch, the words, the look in her eyes. Could she, perhaps, be worried? He stopped, watching as she walked past him and furthered the distance between them. The mask shattered, leaving a confused and love-struck colt in its path. "S... Shakila!" he shouted, breaking into a small canter to catch up to her. His voice wobled slightly, breaking out of the inhuman sounds and into one that was full of worry and hope.
Shakila(y):
She didn't want to hear another word of this foolishness. How could he be so blind? Did he not know that she already cared about what was going to happen to him? She pawed the ground with anger as his voice growled at her. " Oh yeah, I think you do need protection. Only those foals who are so foolish like yo need protection. " she said replying to his comment. of protecting. "I also have never needed protection, and from the cold doesn't could" she said colder then she had ever said anything. Anger heated with rage flowed throught her veins. Stupid foals, stupid yuma.. and she thought he was smart. Oh please. She couldn't take anymore of this. She strode past him, head drooped low and eyes following the rocks below and she kicked a rock backward with all her force, seeing out of the corner of her eye that she narrowly missed his back end as it whizzed by. He heard him repeat her words about a friend just barely, bu did her it. "Yes you stupid colt" she muttered extremely softly under her breath so only she could hear.
She bolted around as she heard the sound of cantering hoofs coming frm behing. her ears perked as she heard her name called. As he came close a solid, angryish look was drawn across her face, just waiting for him to say something.
Mordock (y)
He slowed to a trot as he came closer. He noticed that she was mad... only someone blind -and- deaf would be able to miss it. There were many things he could say. He fought the influence that the mask had over him, the easy way out: he could simply retreat into the cold, uncaring Mordock, argue with her until the sun rose, point out any number of things of the faults of claiming you do not need protection when another you have bashed for saying just that. He resisted. He could copy her rage, lash out, blame her for the fact that he had said the wrong thing and chased away a little bit of light in his life. The colt's eyes widened as the rock whizzed past, grazing his back. He immeditately broke back into a full-blown gallop. Mordock could not stop until he was a few good feet in front of her, for gaining that much momentum that fast was hard to stop. He wheeled about, facing her.
He was panting, sides heaving with the anger and barely controlled temper as well as the sudden outburst of energy. His forelock was mussed, falling in front of his eyes as a few strands were blown back in the stubborn wind. His legs were splayed wide, more for balance than for looking intimidating. His head was lowered to the ground, so low that he had to peer up at her in order to meet her eye-to-eye. As always, he could have simply let his eyes do the talking for him. The dark purple orbs were truly a door to his soul, though not entirely in the poetic sense. They showed his emotions clearly... confusion, at why she claimed these things and yet ran from him. Understanding, which only added to his confusion. Admiration. And something else, something the young colt could not put a name to and yet assosciated with his brother Sanji.
He was not at all discouraged by the fact that her face now much resembled parts of his mask. His first thought was that he could not reason with her, that he could not gain back his enjoyable playmate. But then... this was her, too. This was Shakila. That was all that mattered to him. He knew well that anything he would say could send her bolting, could send her spiraling further down into her anger.
But he had to try.
"Shakila... I do not know what I said that sent you into this mood. I know not what to apologize for. I know not even that an apology will be enough. I know only that a promise should do." he looked at her, searching her face for an sign of calming. Any sign that what he was saying was reaching the softer side of Shakila, the side that he... he knew not the word. "I will not let anything hurt you. You do not need or want my protection, and I have not much to give. But I will try, even if it means I must follow you in the underbrush or through the tallest mountains. Again, you do not need or want my protection, and I have not much to give. I believe you are perfectly capable of protecting yourself, of building your own life and making all the right decidions." he sighed, his eyes flicking down and then attempting to lock eyes with her. "Anything you do would be right. I will try to follow your example, though still being myself."
Shakila(y):
She watched him, his handsomness wpuld have entranced her any other time. But now she was in such a fury she half wanted to kick his stupid little dummy dummy head. As he galloped toward her she watched with a stiff face the the reddness shade of his hoofs crash on the earth. She noticed for the first time his wings and tail as they seemed to fly as the air whooshed by him, he was quite a sight for her. She then realised that he was not like something like she had ever seen before. A demon? No not possible, perhaphs he was a gryphon much like herself but only with birth defects.
Her jaw locked as he face that was flodded with anger remained in place. Until he said what he had to say, she would not budge. Her hoof seemed rooted to the ground. She flapped her deep red wings, streching them and then tucking them back up against her body.
She held her ground, just like she did with Fallen angel when he hit her. The look on his face that reminded her of Angel was gone, and she senced that she was not about to kick her in the face as angel had done.
She listened to him seemingly despratly trying to explain himself, face still hard as stong. She decided not until the end of his speak would she talk, for she wanted him to pour out all of his feelings. She bowed her head low for him, bringing her head back up with as smile as he concluded his wonderful speech. "I thank you, and I admire you. I can see now I have no need to worry. For I can see that you will choose right, I have faith in you. " she nodded her head. She was just lost for words. Pride and some other emotion she could not identify welled up insede her. She had gotten through. "Well.. I do not wish to control your life, I'm sure most of the decisions you make now shall be the right ones. Lead your own life, now that I'm sure that you can" she winked at him
Mordock (y)
He simply melted at her wink, relief washing through him. He wasn't going to loose her. Mordock nodded, begining to relax. "And still try to be myself." He repeated with a grin, raising his head ever so slightly. When he saw that she would not bolt or suddenly turn and kick him for his words, he began to straighten up. His knees were no longer bent, his legs straight and proud. He rose his head to its normal height, so he could look at her without straining his eyes upwards. Although he male and she female, they were about the same height.. perhaps the Faerie blood mixed into his, perhaps because she was tall for her gender, or maybe even that he was to suddenly sprout up like the two-leggeds do.
"Thankyou for trusting me." he murmured, unable to fight down the sudden urge to smile. He was completely relaxed, and probably would have sluggish at best reactions should she suddenly decide that she did not want to be in his company any longer and lash out at him. He stretched his own wings experimentally, the small rounded things doing little to pick him up off the ground... for now. Soon, he would grow to a stallion. Soon, he would be able to proove her faith in him, that he could be a fine individual. Soon, he would be able to add any protection he could to the circlet about her. Even now, he felt himself swooped up in the whirling pool they called Zainal.
"And thankyou for your permission." the words rolled off his tongue smoothly, a hint of the seductive tendrils that had been seeping out the entire time the mask was off showing in his voice. He was again playing with her.
Shakila(y):
She sighed and smiled "yeah yeah, its very imporantant to be yourself. Its my main belief!" she said as she noted his grin, seeing that he was staring to relax. She stared into his eyes, but did not smile. If only I didn't have trouble reading those eyes. The purple, they fool me she thought. She was sure that she would be able to tell what he was thinking if his eyes were different. She could easily read lots about a yuma from their eyes, but his was a huge mystery.
"Hey, thats what friends are for. We trust eachother" she said in a tough voice nudging him in the shoulder. She noticed his wings, they looked so very funny, or at least the shape was funny to her. She spread her wings so that the tips of her vlood red feathers were touching high about her head. I bet I can fly fast then you can!!" she said quickly as she jumped,kicked off the ground, and spread her wings and flew straight up.
"Your also welcome!!" she hoallered down to him for whatever he was thanking her for. She was back to her normal self again, now sure he would be alright. She soared in circles, waiting for him and hi sfunny wings to fly up with her
Mordock (y)
He pouted, watching her circle above him. He flew like.. well.. a bumblebee... or a humingbird, depending on the mood in which the person who was observing him was in. His bloodred mane was plastered against the shapely black neck as he soared into the air, the perfect picture of masculinity for all that he was but a foal. His wings, being much smaller than her own, beat quicker than hers for him to stay in the air. They were a blur of black motion, pausing briefly and then continuing as he changed directions. He was circling about her, laughing as he did so. The colt was having a good time, all thoughts of loosing his friend or hiding behind the mask staying away.
He was not able to make any impresive poses in the air with his wings about him, so he had to make do with his body. He arched his neck, eyes fixated on hers. He lifted one foot slightly, the hoof of which pointed downwards. His tail feathers were moving almost entirely on their own, playing through the wind as a Peacock's might. "There is no friendship in the lack of trust, or in the lack of..." he grinned, continuing to circle for almost two laps before continuing on in that chocolate-smooth voice of his. "... dares." The colt did a little flip in the air, a manuver that caused him to become briefly off-balance.... the proportion of his wings to his body was not quite large enough for him to be able to pull a trick such as that... yet.
Light shone off his eyes, the same color as the jewel in his forehead. Though pupiless, they shone with all the light of a foal's innocent outlook on life and the slighty darker thoughts he had recently experienced. He was an odd being, from the fairy-blood to the purple tone of his eyes in the midst of all that red, black, and white. A second laugh escaped his lips, somewhat short but purely joyfull.
For all that he was unique and odd, he was still a foal.
Shakila(y)
She watched his little wings carry him up in the air. She giggled as she did a flip in the air. She was an excellent flier, and prefered it to walking. She now felt bad for freaking out on him, but something had to be done. She had to save him from well, himself. To ensure her friends furture and hers it had to be done. She laughed wuth her playmate as her red eyes followed him about the sky.
She listened to him. pshh OOoooo Daresshe thoughts,she was surely too stubborn to ever turn down any dare. "Oh yeah then, dare me. I never turn down a dare." she had a sly grin spread across her face. She wondered what she would have to do. She did another flip in the air, then pretended to walk on it in a circle around him.
With Who: Blood Moon (Lunadriel)
Roleplay:Quote: Blood moon (y)
The air of the night was warm, yet something hung in the air. It was thick and heavy with deceit. Something was stiring in the night, it would be one that would never be the same. For this was Blood Moon's first evening in the Realm. He was not old, nor young, just born, yet not a foal. Truly an enigma...
Moondance (y)
A soft light glowed as if from within the mare, the blue-flamed parts of her body moving in a slow and sultry dance... though no wind played a part in making it do so. Her neck was arched, her body held rigid and upright, yet somehow she seemed to flow with an effortless grace. Her hooved hardly made any sound when they touched ground. The marking on her hip acted as though it was a beacon for the very moon which it represented, for soft glittering stars seemed to have flitted down from the heavens to rest about her.
Moondance heaved a gentle sigh.
Something about this night seemed different from all the others she had yet encountered. Something seemed to have made the air warmer, a change she did not hold any particular fondess for: although everything about the night called to her, warmth belonged in the daytime and in Yuma's hearts... not with the stars.
Blood Moon (Y)
He appeared in the sky out of nowhere. His body eclipsing the moon above him. He felt nothing and everything all at once. He knew not how he came to be, but knew he would make the most of his exsistence. What did this place hold for him? What was he for that matter? Wings of a gryphon, horn of a demonic, body of a pegasus.. And on his hind end, an erie glowing moon that seemed to eclipse indefinetly. He filled his lungs and let out a high resonding call. It was wild and erie, his first call in the night.
Moondance (y)
Her body was cast in shadow, the moon which she so loved having dissapeared from sight. And yet.. she still glowed. It was now apparent that her light was truly her own, that the night only added to her beauty. She had stopped walking forward, casting suspicious looks in the bushes about her.
A call pierced her ears. It haunted her, even after the sound itself faded the essence of it remaining with her. Her head moved upwards as if on a whim. Her eyes sought the source of this call and when they found it studied the source.
Her gaze was not that of a prying neighbor, seeking to find things which to put down, nor that of a cautious novice, simply looking for her eyes had nowhere else to go. Her gaze held intelligence, and she came to the conclusion that this was someone she woud want to meet. The moon that she could barely see, not in the sky but on his body... she wanted to know more.
She let out a call of her own, seeing it as unfit to return a call such as the own which had enlightened her to his presence with simple words. The sound was sweet, the tone musical and the underlying message kind. She continued to call out for a full ten seconds, and as it faded her ears perked forwards for any further actions from the mysterious being.
Blood Moon (Y)
When he heard the call of another below him, his curiosity sparked, with malicous intent. He didn't know where these feelings came from, nor how to even act on them. They just came.. He flapped his wings in a fit, in order to hover in his place, as he surveyed the ground for the source.
His eyes burned white as he caught sight of the blue one. What was she, and what role would she play on this night? He folded his wings up and began to soar towards her with great speed. He was like a falling star.
Moondance (y)
She watched him come at her with utmost calm. She could not help the slightest bit of envy seeping into her heart... to be able to fly up with the stars which she so loved, to see the moon from a closer vantage point then ever she could on the ground, to feel the cool rush of air she was sure ecisted high, high up?
Her own eyes burned white, though from no hidden emotion. They were pupiless, and so even the slightest smile did not quite make it to her constantly glowing eyes.
She took a single step forward, raising her head as she did so. The move left her neck dearly exposed, but she did not worry much on that matter. She remained still, though she could not control the movement of the blue flames. Her eyes sought his.
Blood Moon (Y)
The air rushed over him as he continued to dive. As he got almost feet from the figure on the ground, he lashed his wings out and soared over it. A strong gust blowing down towards the unkown. He quickly landed on the ground behind it and turned around swiftly. He scraped the ground as he gained his balance. Only his back feet were touching the ground. His wings beat as he kept himself in that stance. His front legs curled in front of him.
Moondance (y)
The air that rushed over her blew her blue-fire back, her head in an awkward position as it was leaving her slightly off balance, the force of the wind therefore able to force her to take a small step backwards to regain that precious footing. Such strong wings. Her head began to turn first, following the Yuma (was it?) with her gaze. When she got the the point where she could turn her head no further or risk breaking her neck, her body swiveled towards him.
By now, the wind had died and her blue-fire had returned to it's normal dance. She blinked once. "Moondance." She stated her name with no actions or other words to accompany it. Her voice was as sweet as her call had been, though it was slightly colder.
For all that he was a brilliant sight to behold, his attitude extremely viscious, she was not afraid. Night had brought her worse things than this.
Blood Moon (Y)
Flaring his nostrils, he took in the scent of the one in front of him. His emotions were unexpectidly ignited. Why did he like the smell so much? His wings froze and his front legs moved to the ground with a booming thud. His eyes too, where a white void, so no emotion could be seen. Nor did his face show any. He moved forward with power and slowly extended his face out, with a c**k to the side. His nostrils moved as he began to smell her some more. Then his senses were overloaded as the creatures name was uttered. Moondance.. he repeated in his mind.
Raising his head up, he thought for a moment, then his thoughts became words. "Blood Moon" came his wicked voice.
Moondance (y)
Her gaze, instead of remaining locked on his eyes as she would normally have done, had moved to his nose. She watched them flare gently, then relax. Moodance's eyes moved back to his, the innermost track of her mind slightly amused that he was smelling her. His voice did not startle her, for it was as she had expected from one so... unknowing to the ways of interacting with others. She knew it was not polite to sniff others so openly as he had only just done, but somehow... she did not mind.
"Blood moon..." she repeted the name softly to herself, just loud enough for the other to hear. The similarity of their names... Moon dance. Blood moon. Both held the lunar body which she held so dear, and yet the moon took on a different meaning with each word that was placed before or after it.
She liked the way his name rolled off her tongue, even if it did seem sort of odd. Had she not heard a myth about a blood-moon before?
"It is a pleasure to meet you..." she lowered her head demurely.
Blood Moon (Y) stared at her without trying to hide it. It was intoxicating. Everything about the night, her, him being here, all of it. He did not drop his wings to his sides, but they relaxed and loosly hung above him. They were huge in proportion to his body. "What are you.." he spoke out of thought. Just as long as his thoughts didn't become actions.. He had strong desires that he knew not what to do with. All at once he wanted to caress and touch her, wondering what she felt like, and another side felt the urge to bite her for the taste. That's male instincts for you. Of course, he may be wild, but he wasn't crazy. He stood his ground and did no such things.
Moondance (y)
She could see that he was reigning himself in, but knew not what for. Perhaps she had done something to displease him? ... No. She herself was keeping carefully still, though she knew not whether it was for her own protection or because she had no where else she would rather be... nowhere else she could think to go.
The mare, her head still lowered slightly, peered up at him from under her lashes. She waited for any other words, to see if he meant What are you doing here, What are you who so returned my call, or simply... what are you.
As she waited, her blue-fire seemed to quicken it's sultry dance. The moon, no longer blocked by Blood Moon's body, was again playing its part in enhancing her looks. Every white star, every dark blue hair, every curve of her body now shone again from lights of inside and out.
She spoke, her mind as clear about his meaning of 'what are you' as the moon was on a cool summer's night. "I am a Unicorn, a Yuma. I am a mare."
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 12:42 pm
Availability:
Everyone is available, except...
Enyala. She belongs to Salome.
Isis. "Though shalt not touch my Goddess, or thou shalt have thine heart ripped out" - Lestat.
Possible Breedings
If you want to be added to my "to do" list, just post in the thread saying so!
To Do:
Nenharma (m) and Leera (f) - .+.Forever Bleeding.+.
Klaus (m) and Cotton Candy (f)- xXxDiamonds+PlatinumxXx
Moondance (f) and Jarah (m) - Caitlyn Hellstorm
Moondance (f) and Za (m) - Caitlyn Hellstorm
Hermes (M) and ??? (??)- Valeria
Sulley (m) and Sadiki (f) - DevilNightShade
Isis (f) and Lestat (m)- Cetus (Lifemates) Done!
Ideas: (AKA I was browsing through someone's herd, saw someone I like, and have yet to approach the owner as to who of mine to pair them with...)
Ano (m) and ??? (f)- Cetus
Trinket (f) and ??? (m)- Cetus
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 1:08 pm
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