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 Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 1:00 pm
Welcome to the original birthplace of Morthan This journal is maintained by TawnyAngel  Height: 15h 1" Morthan's StatsSkill level: 83 Power: 7 pts Strength: 14 pts Intelligence: 12 pts Wisdom: 6 pts Courage: 7 pts Luck: 6 pts Speed: 7 pts Agility: 14 pts Adaptability: 9 pts Stamina: 15 pts
Personality: Morthan is extremely changeable, swinging easily from bitter despair with his life to boundless enthusiasm in the space of only an hour or two. He is very protective of those he loves but always cautious of physical conflict and if he is unable to out-talk or intimidate one who he knows to be stronger than himself, he is sensible enough to know his limits and to retreat. If what he stands for is vital to him however he is more likely, though not certain, to stand his ground.
Location: Lives in an eastern pine forest, seldom leaves save to graze at the very edges of the woodland.
Morthan's Tree is located in the Eastern Quadrant 
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 2:42 pm
Contents
1: Basic information
2: List of conetnts
3: More information on Morthan
4: History
5: Strengths and weaknesses, likes and dislikes
6: Friends and foes
7: Inventroy
8: Meetings with others
9: Misc
10: Journal
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 2:44 pm
More on Morthan
The tree
White in bark and leaf. Small beside its neighbours. Sickly. The uppermost leaves are brown and curling as though touched lightly by a flame, though in truth it is the sun that has so damaged them. In the winter, when the ghostly leaves fall to the earth, the branches themselves are scorched by even the weak light of the short days.
Browned bark peels away in the spring as the new leaves form and, for a time, the tree is as pure white as the recently departed snow. It is not long however, before the cycle of browning and dying leaves, the desperate struggle to replace them and their final fall in the autumn begins again.
Ever seeming to be on the verge of death, it strives on for the right to exist one day, one hour, one moment longer. Nequus tend to skirt around it, sensing somehow its pain at the touch of day in the eerie silence that surrounds it.
Appearence
The Reya himself is not so different to his tree; ivory white all over save for his pale blue eyes. He is of fairly average height for his breed though narrower than many, as he can only effectively find food at the beginning and end of each day. In the winter, when food is scarce in any case, his ribs are often quite prominent though he is of a healthier build in kinder seasons.
His skin is palest pink when healthy but often red sores are visible on the most sensitive areas from times that he has been forced out into the daylight either to feed or for some other purpose. His coat is usually rather scruffy from poor health and poorer feeding and his silvery-white mane is short and bristly.
Personality
Morthan is often considered rather stiff and irritable on first acquaintance due to his suspicion and nervousness of strangers. Anyone that troubles to know him better will find him far less stiff though still nearly as irritable. They will also find however, that when in a good mood he can enjoy a joke as well as the next Nequus and better than many. When in a foul temper however, even those whom he normally gets along well with are subjected to his singular distain and feel the sharp edge of his tongue, honed by intellect and bitterness.
Perhaps most notably however, he can change from the highest of spirits to the deepest pits of depression the in space of an hour; stable is definitely not the best way to describe this stallion.
(More may be added if needed)
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 2:45 pm
History
Where did you come from, pale one, and where are you going?
A wonderfully dramatic question which, sadly, nobody has ever had the decency to ask me. I suppose I’ve brought it upon myself really, living here so far from where normal Nequus roam.
My parents were young and very much in love and still are the latter for all I know. There were three fruits on their first tree, of which I was one. The odd one, then as ever. My two siblings, both fillies, took after our brightly coloured dam; our fathers more muted tones were not expressed in any of us. One was a rich dark purple with golden speckling all up her legs and gold streaks in her mane and tail, the other was the reverse.
Then there was me.
White all over, blind by night and burnt by day.
My parents loved me still, as parents are want to do, and my sisters did too, though they loved to tease. I didn’t mind the nicknames coming from them, I knew they were not meant but from the other foals, it hurt.
I quickly tired of being around my fruit tree but remained for the sake of my siblings, for a time. Then came the tall stallion, whose name I never knew, who wished to see purity in the world. The pure did not, I soon found out, include me.
He was strong and had a strong herd at his back. My family refused to give me up to him for ‘cleansing’ (I’m sure I don’t need to draw you a picture) and so we were chased out. We were forced to run by night as well as by day and through thick forests.
So it came to be, one starless midnight thundering through the smell of pines, that I tripped and fell. I must have struck my head for I knew no more until the morn. I must have spent weeks wandering around, calling for my kin. Eventually however, I accepted that they thought me captured and had gone on.
I was too afraid to leave that forest and indeed saw little need to. I lived alone, but happy enough with the peace I found there.
I am not sure how long it was before she arrived, it scarce matters. All that mattered was that arrive she did and that she was beautiful and that she loved me.
She was a Reya, like me, and coloured a mingling of rich blue and black. She had intended just to pass through on her way to the icy peaks of Casa Tiner but instead she remained with me.
We had children before very long; four girls. The eldest was black save for her legs and eyes, which were blue. The second was black bodied with a golden mane, wings, eyes and markings. The third was golden-bodied and blue of mane and eye. Perhaps I would have been gold, were I not white. In any case, the last took some time to emerge from her fruit but, when she did, she was as lovely as her sisters being blue coated, black-maned and gold-eyed.
We didn’t stay long in the fruit-lands, choosing to return to my forest before very long and the girls loved it there.
When they were near grown, their mother, my darling love, decided that she would carry out the ambition that had led her to my side to being with and she set out for the icy peaks in early spring.
She never returned.
We all mourned her but we were still a family, still happy and together but slowly, that family began to split up.
My golden child was the first to leave me; a young stallion won her love and the two of them moved away to find their own lands. I was happy for her.
Then left my eldest with a Jala mare who had stumbled upon us one day. I was happy for her, too.
My second left then, alone but wanting to explore the world.
Then an Ichsa stallion came for my youngest and I beat the s**t out of him, cocky b*****d. I was happy for both of us; her that she was not forced to take such a creature as her mate and for me that I had triumphed against the damn pretty boy.
Somehow I thought that my last child would stay with me forever, but that was not to be. Aye, she too found herself a love, a sweet young Reya lad who I could not hate no matter how I tried. Even as they walked away together I could not being myself to hate his sweet, sincere voice for he loved my girl true and would make her happy, I was sure. I was happy for her.
I wasn’t very happy for myself however. I got used to being alone again quickly enough but it felt more like loneliness than peace the second time around.
So.
Here I am today.
I have told you from whence this shade of a Nequus came from, but not where he is going for I do not know that myself.
I would like to love again, to have foals again and maybe even to leave this dark forest of mine.
For now however, all that is left to me are these towering trees, a view of mighty peaks and the bitter seed of my lonely soul.
*****
Looking over this some weeks after recording it I had to laugh at the ending. I sound like a whiney poet in training. I am lonely, yes, even in a good mood (such as I am in now) I will admit this but on the whole I am still happy enough.
Take the facts recorded above as true but please, take my drama with a hefty pinch of salt. I’d hate for that last sentence above to be the impression of me people take home with them.
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 2:46 pm
Strengths and weaknesses, likes and dislikes
Strengths
> Intelligent
- able to reason logically
- able to come up with solutions to new problems
- good general knowledge
> Able to put the strength he has to good use
- good at pulling things
- able to push heavy things out of the way (including other Nequus)
> Very agile
- used to functioning with poor sight
- can cope well (when he has any vision at all) with uneven or otherwise treacherous terrain
> Has excellent stamina
- Can run or fly for extended periods of time
- Doesn’t tire easily in a fight
- Can carry on relatively well even when injured
> Fairly old but not aged enough to impact his physical health
- Lots of life experience
Weaknesses
>Lacks raw power
> Sometimes lacks practical intelligence
> Not very fast
> Albino
- Poor eyesight (utterly blind at night)
- Skin seriously damaged by direct sunlight
Likes
> A place where he can be alone when he wishes for peace
> Friendly, intelligent company
> Twilight, dawn, sunrise and sunset
> Shaded areas
Dislikes
> The perpetually noisy
> People who get insulted by cuss words
> Summer, Winter
> Idiots
> Cocky little bastards
> The cold
> The heat
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 2:51 pm
Friends and foes
It is what it says it is; a list of what I think of the people I've met. I'm not going to cushion any feelings here; prepare for honesty.
Special people
Eira Well, I didn't expect to be ableto say this, but this is my mate. Wow. She's wonderful, I love her dearly. I would do anything for her.
Diara - My daughter Diara is mercifully sane, and wonderfully playful and joyful. She can always lift my mood no matter what else is going on.
Cassius - My only blood son, and another wonder. He’s bright, inquisitive and always on the go; I’m always amazed by how much energy he has.
Naveen - My second son, or possibly first son really given he's elder than Cassius even if he doesn't look it. He's never grown up, which is strange I suppose, but I love him no less than I would if he were a normal Nequus; he's a joy to be around.
Friends
Cressida I like this mare; I think I shall call her a friend. She's good conversation, seems kind and we share opinions on what gits Ichsa stallions can be.
Salomé - She said some pretty odd things at various points, but she never made a move to hurt any of us and we’d have been stuffed without her help. I’m glad to call her a friend, and I hope I can repay her for all she did for us someday.
Acquaintances
August. Interesting young chap and full of ambition; I shall enjoy having a neighbour I think especially one who seems willing to make an alliance. Seemed a bit proud but he's a young stallion, it's practically a prerequisite of the 'job'.
Lilith She seemed alright I suppose. A bit of a young twit but i suppose that can't be helped. Not a lot to say about her really.
Kali I liked her well enough, possibly mostly as her colouring reminded me of my sisters. She seem interested in stories, in what people feel passionate about. I hope to have a decent story to tell her someday should I happen upon her again.
Buach - Didn't get to know him that well, all I know is that I want to avoid his family.
Annoying people
Glamrock. Oh. My. Gods. This mare is, is, is... Wow. I had to ask four times just to get her damn name. Oh yes, then she folded up in the snow and I had to drag her to safety. Blind. She didn't even seem to notice, though for that I'm grateful. I've decided to move her down a class as, though she seemed like a nice person, remembering her makes me grind my teeth. To me, this indicates that she's annoying.
Gwydion More of a grumpy bugger than me and apparently enjoys being so. Not very good company; I was glad to see the back of him.
Hateful people
Threats
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 5:59 am
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 6:00 am
Meetings with others
Logs of the times that I encounter other Nequus and what happens.
Walking the Border - Diara found me out near the Hellene territories and, on our way to our new resting place, we decided that we must investigate the warrior herd for a number of reasons. I’ll have to approach Eira about this very carefully...
Things to think about - I spoke to Eira about the Hellenes today. Understandably she is skeptical but we might investigate them (cautiously) at some point. Other than that we were just generally soppy and so on.
A new beginning - Today I realized we’ve got too close to the red mountains and told Cassius about the Katilenuck. The first of these was a mistake, and the second might have been too.
The Dimming of the Day - The growth of my first fruit tree with Eira ended with four healthy foals. I love all of them dearly, and I hope we have more in the future.
A special new years gift - This morning a little crossbreed foal dashed into our cave and told us not to tell them he was there. A Jala and a Reya. I fought them, the Jala ran of and the Reya ended up dead on Eira’s horn. The foal, Naveen, will be staying with us for he has no parents.
Winter Haven - Shesaidyes shesaidyes shesaidyes! Eira that is, I asked her to be my mate and... well yes; see above.
Just good friends?... - Today I met Eira, which was brilliant. She’s brilliant, I’m brilliant, everything is brilliant. Definitly going to stick around with this one.
Black coast - Remind me never to go walking on the beach at night when the tide is coming in. Met another Reya there briefly, got told to avoid psycho relatives. He soon left however and I set off up the beach in the hopes of not actually dying.
Journey on - Met a Reya mare near dawn, her name is Cressida and she is looking for her mother. When the sun rose I discovered she is a very pretty mix of white and gold. Once I could see we went for a run.
Lay of the Legand - I met two crossbreeds today, they were sisters, and an Aeri grumpier than me. We didn't talk long and I soon found myself off in search of shelter.
A well deserved rest - I was out grazing at sunset when I met a young Reya stallion. He seeks to climb the mountains of ice and somehow we have ended up as allies. It makes sense for us to help one another and he's a good seeming lad. I am going to help him with his training.
Blind skies - There I was, minding my own buisness and trying to get at some grass when some bloody daft mare appears and requires me to save her arse. Brilliant. I did so and she moved on the next day.
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Posted: Thu Dec 21, 2006 6:03 am
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 5:29 am
Journal
Thoughts, feelings and probably some bitching about the people I meet and myself.
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Bloody hell fire. I didn't think it was possible for anyone to be so dim! Out in the snow at night, and apparently deaf too though it could have been the wind that kept her from hearing me I suppose. Still. She was my first visitor in a while, hearing another voice was soothing even if it didn't say anything hugely interesting.
Fortunately for me, despite my stumbling and fumbling she didn’t notice my blindness. She was probably too numbed to notice much but that went my way so that’s all good.
I saw her in the morning, before she left. An Aeri, as I had suspected. Quite interesting patterning and a kind face. Well, I suppose I wouldn't mind if she called on me again though I'd prefer not to have to haul her through the snow next time we meet.
I'm still finding hairs between my teeth.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 5:34 am
Since meeting August I've been thinking a lot. He was so young, so alive. I felt like a shadow next to him, a spent husk, purpose done. That depressed me for a good while but eventually I got over myself and decided to do something about it. I have left the forest for the first time since my foals tree began to grow and it feels good.
True, finding shelter from the sun is interesting, as is finding my way around unfamiliar places at night. Still, though I'm going slowly I'm still going. Quite where I'm going I don't know. Just to see the world a little bit I suppose in the hopes of finding someone or something to give my life meaning again. I feel rejuvenated by the new sights, tastes, smells and people and wish I'd done this sooner.
Still, no changing the past. Now is now and, for once, I am genuinely hopeful about the future.
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Posted: Thu Apr 05, 2007 5:42 am
Well. Today was special. Met a pair of crossbreed girls and a grumpy bugger of an Aeri. He was all covered on bones and frightened me more than a little at first. I got over that in the end though when I realised that he was just a bitter git, who apparently actually enjoys being bitter.
As to the girls… well, the white and red one was a non-entity to me compared to her sister. Purple and gold, just like my own siblings. She seemed intelligent too and passionate about life. It was clear that she and her sister were very close, and that only reminded me of my family more once I’d left them and found shelter from the sun. I remembered how I was with my own siblings most but also my girls.
Funnily though, it didn’t make me sad though I did miss them all intensely as I recalled all I had shared with sisters, parents, mate and foals. Mostly though I was happy, happy that people who loved each other that much are still around in the world and happy that if I ever find another mate I might have foals that love each other that much once more.
The further I travel the denser the land is populated and, older than many though I am, I feel that my changes of finding someone are as good as anybody’s. I must go and graze now; the sun is setting and I don’t want to be stumbling around in the dark.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 8:40 am
On my trip away from home I decided it would be fun to visit the ocean. I know enough to know it's vaguely southish so I set off that way some days ago.
This morning, while I was still walking along in the dark, a mare's voice hailed me and I stopped. Before long I had gathered that she was a Reya like me, that her name was Cressida and that she was looking for her mother. We decided to go for a walk together and though I was sceptical about company at first, didn't really want her to know I couldn't see, she turned out to be pleasant conversation.
We rambled on about arsehole Ichsa, parents, children and that incident with me and the mud. At some point we also decided that, since we were both going to the ocean, we might as well go together. She found out I was blind in the end but it didn't seem to matter to her, which was nice.
Before too long the sun had risen enough for me to be able to tell tree from grass and we decided to go for a run. She really is quite pretty but I don't think she's my type; friend's material for sure though.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 8:45 am
Alright, been to the ocean now and its very pretty and all that. I'm leaving though because the grass was salty and I managed to get myself lost on the beach at night which wasn't fun at all. Chatted to a stallion named Buach who apparently has a collection of psychotic relatives. Yippie.
When I noted the tide was coming in he off buggered and that left me to try to find my way away from the sea. I failed and got myself caught by the tide which was a whole lad of no fun. Managed to find a tall bit of sand to stand on and the water there only got up to my belly. Still, it was bloody cold and I ended up all salt and sand encrusted. Spent most of the next day trying to get damn well clean.
Left after I was clean and now I'm headed back to D'ob. In future, if I do go back to the sea, I'm only going to go on the beach or anywhere near the cliffs during the day.
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Posted: Sun Dec 09, 2007 7:56 am
Met an Ichsa mare today. First impression of her was slightly dim but very pretty, and I was in the mood for pretty company so I decided to hang about with her for a little while. It wasn’t long before I realized that she’s not stupid a bit, and that apparently she finds me attractive. Understandably, I was chuffed. So, stayed talking to her, ended up deciding to travel with her. Told her all sorts of things about myself, decided to take her to see my home. Impulsive? Very much so but then I’ve always been impulsive (when I’m not being depressive) so no great change there. I look forward to showing her the lands around Casa Tiner; I think she’ll like them.
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