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Name: NovaCracker
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Pony Name: Naja-Naja
Meaning: Scientific name of the Indian Cobra
Desired Rank: Guard
Personality: Friendly! Naja-Naja, whom insists it's just Naja, is surprisingly friendly and sweet. While territorial and certainly understanding of the need to hunt, he prefers defending his home and minding the foals dotted around. He rarely lashes out and is always happy to lead intruders away to avoid issues, though he might n** and bite if you're stubborn and outright attack if you attack first. He's smart, recognizing tricks and traps easily. This doesn't mean he's not flawed! He's possessive and smiles a little too much when he's setting a trap himself, and often enjoys hunting alone when not guarding, taking the occasional Stupid Risk. He also doesn't ask all the time -- he's looking for a good lady, and has drawn girls to a little cove near the herd that he's found to woo before asking and sure, No means No, but he probably has a lot of little foals and fillies roaming he's never met. Good job, snake-boy.
History: Naja-Naja was an orphan found hungry and alone by hunters, and taken in for being Well Bred enough for the herd. He actually doesn't have in-herd parents, and instead was raised by whomever was available. This didn't bother him though!
RP Response: Naja-Naja bit at the carcass hungriuly, the foal trying to get a meal in before he moved. He was afraid, and lost, since his parents were killed by the purewalker, but he? Had hidden, and now looked for food and safe spaces to sleep. He had taken a big bite when the leaves moved and he dropped it, panicking and turning to face a grown stallion, an albino male that blinked down at him in surprise.

"Ah." He began at the foal. Naja-Naja fluffed and puffed, snorting before the male spoke, lowering his head.

"What are you doing here? Where are your parents?" He demanded. Naja-Naja snorted and snapped defensively.

"Eaten by a skinwalker. and I fouind this it's mine!" He was trying to look big, and the albino blinked in concern, then frowned. Well, he could just run the foal off... Or take it home. ....He was taking it home, he decided, eying their scales and marks, and frowned.

"It's not safe to roam. Come." The stallion demanded, before herding Naja-Naja away. The foal yelped, herded along before blinking as they passed several Soquili like himself, or the big male, but said nothing as the male sighed.

"Come now, my herd will tend you. Let's go."

And so Naja-Naja found the Herd, taken in as a foal.

SDorry it's short. I lack AX and brain power but wanted to write... Loosely... My idea. Herp/

Name: techabyte
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Pony Name: Zoztlu
Meaning: It's a Yuan-Ti name from D&D. No real meaning.
Desired Rank: Hunter ( Tracker )
Personality: Zoztlu is a really cautious individual. He has never really found a reason to trust easily, as he witnessed his entire clan get whipped out when he was just a foal. This caused some underlining trauma, and any that have any resemblance of those that hurt his family are immediately given a wide birth. He is very black and white in this; as he doesn't want to also die. It takes a lot to earn his trust, letting him bring down his resolve and allow people to get to know the real him. But once they do, he's loyal to a fault.

This Wind Serpent has a keen sense of tracking in his scales. His family was known to track prey long distances just to bring them back to those that couldn't hunt for themselves. He was trained in this fine art before their passing, and has been using it since he was a foal. He is very prideful in this, and sometimes comes off as cocky and full of himself. He's generally a good stallion, and can be very kind to those he's close to. He feels awkward around children, so most the time he will avoid them, or just smile politely and try not to bump them. He has thoughts that he may crush them accidentally.
History: Zoztlu was born in the old land, away from all the two leggers. He had a decent childhood; raised by caring parents, in a small clan of seven. They took care of one another, and protected their own. But one day, there was an invasion. They didn't know about all the clan wars at that time, and had no reason to believe anyone would come after them. Word had spread, and they were attacked by a clan of furred creatures, with paws for feet and crazed eyes. Though his family fought hard, Zoztlu was the only one that remained, hidden from sight, watching as his clan was slaughtered.

He fled, and though he was scared, he did what any of his clan would normally do. He searched out others like him. It took him well into his adult life, and some of it was on the run from those crazed creatures. He had to cross through deserts and rivers, over mountains. But eventually, he tracked his way to the jungle. He was an adult now, unsure of his lineage any more and hesitant to trust anyone without scales. Though he'd met a few kind Soquili along the way, most he just avoided and went about on his own. But at the jungle, he managed to find familiar smells and sights, visions of his clan and how they marked their territory. He found his way deeper in, until finally finding the clan of Wind Serpents. The survivors.
RP Response: Zoztlu didn't know what to think. For years he'd been searching for others like him; anyone like him. And these Wind Serpents were just that. They were from other clans, sure, but they were Wind Serpents. And his entire life had been spent searching. He was hesitant, at first, to go near. Maybe they were aggressive, or didn't know that he existed. Maybe they were corrupted, like those crazed creatures from his foal hood. It took every ounce of courage in his feathers for him to take those few steps forward to talk to one of them. To try and get them on his side. And it was easy! They saw him, and basically welcomed him into open wings without hesitation. He was treated like one of their own, like he was raised wit him. And it made his heart go to ease. How could he have ever thought that they would reject him?

After many moons, Zoztlu had finally settled in. It was easy for him to find peace within their boundaries. And even easier for him to come to terms with the loss of his clan. But one day, one of the other members approached. She asked him what he wanted, what his plans would be while he was here. Would he stay? Or was he going to leave? She encouraged him that if he stayed, he'd be protected. That he'd be one of their own, safe and secure within their boundaries for the rest of his days. Zoztlu thought this over for a few minutes, but honestly he'd decided long ago what he was going to do. He offered her a hesitant smile, before speaking.

"I'll stay. But I'll also go." The mare looked confused, and he chuckled dryly. "My clan... before this one, was known for tracking. For hunting down herd, for food. And while I could help with that as well..." He smiled, a fondness entering his eyes, "I tracked you all. And I think, I could track others. Other survivors. And bring them back here. I can help us find any of our lost clans. We can re-unite them. Build ourselves stronger." He neglected to mention the crazed ones, his eyes turned to the side. But if they were stronger... They couldn't hurt him again.

She smiled at his answer, nodding her head in agreement. They spent the rest of the night laying out at the top of some stairs, talking about the future and what it had in store. This was his new clan. And he'd do anything he could to protect it.

Name: Lunadriel
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Pony Name: Wyrmwood, Hissop, or Thistle
Meaning: Wormwood is an herb used in medicine, and wyrm is a serpent. So I combined the two for a fitting name to match the personality and rank of the wind serpent. And it matches the brown color scheme of the third boy. Thistle can be prickly, but isn't poisonous. It's an herb with many helpful remedies. I thought it sounded like a good serpent name too, for the purple boy since the flower is purple too. Hyssop is also an herb for medicinal uses, and hiss is the sound of a serpent. XD For the green boy. While either of the other names fits him, I felt he needed his own name too.
Desired Rank: Herbalist
Personality: Wyrmwood is a bit spiny at first, but he's very intelligent and receptive. With fangs and glowing eyes, he can seem standoffish if you don't know him. To those in his herd, he is soft and almost as nurturing as a mother to a newborn foal. Almost. He's still got a face that doesn't reflect his intent. He understands the value of emotion though, for the benefit of ones health. This prompts him to be kind to those he cares for, even if they are a select few. As his herd grows, so will the size of his heart, and the room for those that reside in it.
History: Wyrmwood was abandoned in the northern desert. Feared for a venomous creature due to his fangs. He didn't wander long before being picked up by a traveling salesmen. The salesman saw value in a young able body, and added him to his caravan. He agreed to a verbal contract to work for him, and pay off any care he received. Wyrmwood started out doing hard labor for the salesman, in exchange of safety and food. He never talked much unless spoken too, and kept his responses cold and void of emotion. Once the traveling salesman tried to use a whip on him. Wyrmwood bit him with a warning bite to let him know not to do that again! A quick strike, that barely punctured the skin. They developed a mutual respect for each other after that. Wyrmwood would protect him and the caravan, but they in return needed to value him as more than a slave worker. The salesman eventually learned the young wind serpent had a nose for herbs and flowers. A much more profitable use of Wyrmwood's untapped talent. He trained him in making poultices and liquid medicines, then used the wares to make coin. Wyrmwood became proficient over the years, and eventually bought his freedom from the salesman. Wyrmwood made an agreement to share new recipes he might learn in the future, in trade for everything he learned while growing up in the caravan. Wyrmwood used his new found freedom to seek out his own kind.
RP Response: Wyrmwood found his small pride of wind serpents after helping strangers in the area, in exchange for information on those that looked like him. Having found them, he did his best to adhere to rules and beliefs, adapting as best he could. Where he had spent his life cold and void of emotion, he found new joy in his adopted herd members. Wyrmwood settled in lightning fast, and it felt as if he had been there his whole life. Like a part of him was missing before, and now it was found. This was an emptiness he didn't know he had, till something filled the shape of longing to belong, he had deep inside him. His life goal now is to keep the herd healthy, and promote longevity in their lives. Their numbers may be small, but if he does his part to keep them alive for as long as he can, then he will directly help grow those numbers. It's a long term goal that he is here for, in any way he can be. This is also why he's so nice and nurturing to all his new "family". He wants everyone to feel they belong too, and make it their goal to stay, through thick and thin. If you don't take care of yourself, he will revert to his spiny, icey ways, till he gets you to agree to maintain your health better. Then he snaps back to his honey-sweet self. So take your medicine, or get on Wormwood's bad side! XD

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Name:Keantha
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Pony Name:Zrada
Meaning: The Czech word for Betrayal
Desired Rank: Guard
Personality: To those outside the herd, Zrada is cold and unfeeling. He shows little to no emotion other than suspicion and hostility. His only interest is the well-being of his people. However, to his herd, there is another side to the gruff stallion. Sure he still is a bit of a hard a** but only because he worries for their safety. On his downtime, he can be found spelling the nannies so he can spend time with the herd's foals saying they are a reminder of why he must fight. He is also known to volunteer to help guard the herbalist when they must travel or train with the other guards. He tries to be tough but fair.

History: Zrada was his mother’s downfall and his father’s despair. Born to a Protector of a Wind Serpent herd and a Noxious Alpha’s daughter, both sides saw him as a ploy to create weakness in the other. Had his mother been any other mare, she might have been able to rid herself of the colt before he was born, but alas she was caught before she could commit such a heinous act as infanticide. Once he emerged from the basket, it was easy to tell who had sired him as no stallion in the herd had such coloration. Driven from her herd for the betrayal, she was cruel to Zrada, naming him thus to remind him he was her shame and unwanted. She sought out the stallion who sired him, demanding he takes the colt only to again be rebuffed. She and Zrada were unwanted and unwelcome, but his sire’s fierce pride wouldn’t let him abandon the colt he helped make. So he accepted exile from his people in order to care for his son, a son he could never even look in the eye.

RP Response: (Prompt 3 mixed with a little 1)It had been almost three years since he last saw another with scales and feathers like his own since he had last laid slit pupil eyes on another with fangs that pierced and killed. True there were many other predators in this strange land, but none like himself. First, it had been his mother, finally able to slip away from her unwanted burdens. Well, that or his father had finally had enough of her cruelty and killed her. The thought hurt, but not as much as he knew it should. Not when it concerned a mare who had branded him as a betrayal made flesh even as he drew his first breath of life. At least his sire had tried to show him some measure of care. Never kindness, but Stormsweep had provided for the colt, kept him safe, and taught him how to survive on his own before he too had left Zrada behind.

Suddenly the stallion's ears perked as he heard the sounds of a creature moving through the dense foliage. Going still as the viper he resembled, Zrada let his pupils widen to take in more light in the loam of the jungle only to rear back, wings flaring in alarm as what crashed through the bush was not prey but a young filly with beautiful scales and a mane of feathers. He stared at her a long moment utterly dumbfounded even as she stared back at him in turn.

A fanged smile that he would have never seen before in his life was directed up at him as the filly's tail swished behind her 'Hi mister! Are you learning to hunt too?"

"I..no little one. I know how to hunt." What was this? Was it some sort of trickery?? Was this little one bait to lead him into an ambush? But..there was no reason for that was there?

"Oh wow! I'm still learning! Papa says I gotta learn and be as swift as mama, but mama says I just gotta learn to be quiet but man it's so hard to be quiet!" She rambled on as she pranced over to Zrada's side to sniff at him. The big stallion pranced to the side for a moment only to have her chase him. When he realized he was running from a foal, he stopped dead, making her squeak as she ran right into him.

"Stop that."

"owww what did ya do that for?"

Heaving a sigh of long-suffering, Zrada looked about for her parents. Surely they had to be near. Even as unwanted and unloved as he had been, his father never left him alone for long. "Where are your parent's little one?"

"Papa is with the herd and mama is on patrol!"

"You're alone?" His ears laid back with a faint scowl when she nodded. Well, this just wouldn't do at all! Taking a deep breath, he forced an uncomfortable smile onto his face 'Very well..I will stay with you until they return.." Oh, he was already regretting this as the words brought a squeal of excitement and a fresh torrent of happy babble.

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