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 Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 4:40 pm
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 4:42 pm
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 4:43 pm
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 4:44 pm
  ⇢ Ｔｅｍｐｅｒ:Dark⇢ Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ:Crossing Dragoon's path can go one of two ways for a passerby. They could
end up ignored completely; or attacked in many different ways. Dragoona is
a mare of exotic beauty; so she has been told. And due to this knowledge,
she doesn't mind flaunting it here or there. But there are often times where
this mare will lash out in aggression for no reason known. She is a very dark
female, often times sticking to wandering around at night and sleeping during
the day. Demanding, the mare never takes no for an answer and would
rather slit a throat then not get her way. She despises being told no, and it
would have to take a special Soquili to pull the act off. There are often times
where, if told no, she will also just wander away with a grunt, and never pay
attention to that specific Soquili again for their "insubordinate" behavior.
It is known that Dragoona is very demanding; but she has a side of her that
she shows very few people. When she lays claim over someone, she
generally find that she is more of a dotting Mistress than just an owner. She
will pamper them, and ensure they are well taken care of. Often times if they
disobey, she will correct the mistake quickly, before moving on. She doesn't
like to be disrespected, and doesn't like to repeat herself. Generally she's
very good about doing things the right way; it's then up to her partner to
ensure they do it back.
Dragoona is very smart. She tends to find herself debating several things
through her days. She's quick witted, and good at coming up with ideas on
the fly. But if she is seriously mad, she will sit and contemplate what to do
for days. Much like a form of meditation, she eventually will finish her
plotting. After that, it's the follow up. Dragoona is known to go out of her way
to make life a living hell for those that anger and displease her. Even if it
means putting herself at risk.
It's rare, but there are times that Dragoona sees people as her equal. When
she does, they will earn the highest respect the Hippogryph has to offer; that
being said, she often finds herself going out of her way for these select few.
If they need help, she will be there to give it. They're permitted to call her by
her real name, and not a title, and she often times enjoys just their
company, not needing anything more than that. It takes a lot to show her
that they are to the point of being equals to her, but once it's done, they will
never be seen as anything less.█████ ████████ ███ ███████████ ⇢ Ｑｕｉｒｋｓ:⊱ Do not get on her bad side; Dragoona has a horrid temper.
⊱ Gain her respect, and you will have it forever.
⊱ Dragoona does not take anything from anyone. Give her what she wants,
and she'll leave you alone... for the most part.⇢ Ｆｅａｒｓ:☠ Losing power.
☠ Being overpowered. ⇢ Ｌｉｋｅｓ:♥ Night
♥ Getting her way
♥ Hunting
♥ Being in control⇢ Ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ:✖ Being out of Control
✖ Vegetation
✖ Losing feathers
✖ Disobedience█████ ████████ ███ ███████████ ⇢ Ｓｋｉｌｌｓ:❣ Manipulating others.
❣ Overpowering others.
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 4:45 pm
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 4:46 pm
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 5:10 pm
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 5:10 pm
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 5:11 pm
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 5:13 pm
  Dead. The small wicker basket was thought hold a dead foal within it's tight
grasp. No one quite understood what happened to the small foal. Wanting to
ensure his soul was easily sent to the Spirits, Malis and the parents took
the basket out to the woods, and said their goodbyes, before going back to
their home. Sadly, the family did not know that inside, the tiny foal was
taking quiet, unnoticeable breaths. A huntress was wandering around.
Nekali, a large half Harpy, half Troll, found the basket. Due to the soft side of
her heart for foals, she took the young basket in, thinking it to just be
abandoned. Somehow, the mare made the basket survive. Inside, the foal
thrived; it turned out that he was merely just late in the growing department.█████ ████████ ███ ███████████ Once popped, the small colt was free. His fur was dark red, and his mane
and tail were a brilliant green. But what was startling most, even by the
Harpies, was the bones that protruded from his back, forming Flutter like
wings, with webs connecting each spine. At first he was put into a
quarantined area; observed. And though he was frightened, he didn't try to
run or hide. He just sat there and watched the large females wander around,
endured them poking and feeling at his wings, and listened to their hushed
whispers for nearly a week, before he was reunited with Nekali.
He was raised to love the Flock; and love it he did. He did what he was told,
and often times enjoyed every second. Acacia always came back to Nekali's
nest at night, sleeping along side his "mother" until morning, when he would
go to his classes. He was a gentle colt, honestly loving every moment of his
life. He didn't question the fact that Nekali wasn't his mother; even though he
knew it from the start. It was obvious by the differences in their appearances.
But he didn't mind it. He adored her, and looked up to her like nothing else.
She was his mother, even if not by blood.█████ ████████ ███ ███████████ He had just formed into his adult life. Acacia was enjoying it all the more. He
was aiding Harpies left and right, assisting them with tasks and even found
interest in the Artisan Guild. But something was wrong. One night, Nekali
was leaving the nest. Curious and concerned, the stallion followed her. He
followed her as close as he could, often times having to speed up. He didn't
even realize he had wandered outside the Flock territory until he was lost.
She was out of sight, gone from his life; and he had no idea what to do.
The stallion wandered for several hours, uncertain of his life. Eventually, the
sound of drums and music hit Acacia's ears. Thinking it was the Flock, and
curious about the noise either way, he surged forward, breaking past a
treeline to see something marvelous. Many different creatures gathered
around a great fire, dancing and singing, playing drums. Some were more
interesting than others, but Acacia was fascinated one way or another. He
found himself wandering into the celebration, though he wasn't sure what to
say or do. Several other Soquili there stared at him, some whispering under
their breaths, but eventually, he found his way to the blazing flames that
was the center of the festival.
It was there that Acacia was reunited with his actual parents; Imogen and
Dayunsi.
Amazed and overjoyed, Acacia believed them almost instantly, remembering
the sweet smell of his mother, and the gentle voice of his father. He fell into
their family easily, and willingly. He loved them almost on sight, and learned
of his sisters and the life they had. He found that he fit in well, and became a
sort of guardian, feeling over protective of his new family. He lives with them
now, enjoying every second of every day with them.
Acacia settled easily by his parents sides. He loved them, and turned into
what could only be described as a perfect son. Though, everything was not
as it seemed. He longed for a companion of his own; one that he could
lay with like his mother and father did every night. And despite his fear of never
finding such a person, he went out. He climbed mountains and crossed
mighty rivers. And in the end, he found it. He found the lovely stallion that
made his heart fly. Tybalt, a young stallion with messy hair and a huge
heart. Acacia fell in love instantly, and it wasn't long before they settled down
with one another.█████ ████████ ███ ███████████ ｡ Relaxing and living with Tybalt in the quiets of the forest.
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Posted: Wed May 08, 2013 5:17 pm
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