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Nicknames: Rock

Personality:
Louder, faster, fiercer:
Prehistoric Rock didn’t inherit his father’s smooth sway or his brother’s light-footed charm -- he was born for something wilder. His music is loud, his beats aggressive, his dancing a whirlwind of thrashing limbs and pulsing, raw energy. Where others keep rhythm with grace, Rock hurls himself into the sound, body colliding with body, laughter mixing with the roaring chant of drums. He doesn’t just dance -- he ignites. Every festival becomes a mosh pit when Rock takes the lead, the firepit burns higher, and every heart in the circle beats just a little harder.

The boldest flirt, with just a little edge:
Like his father and brother, Rock flirts with the confidence of a stallion who knows exactly what he wants -- but where Blues is warm and Robin is sweetly bashful, Rock’s flirtation carries a dangerous glint. He’s the bad boy with the crooked grin, the sharp wink, and the promise of a night you’ll remember (or regret) depending on your appetite for trouble. He doesn’t hide his intentions -- he wears them like his wild hair and heavy jewelry. Every smirk says “I dare you,” and more than a few have taken him up on it.

Rough around the edges, loyal to the core:
Beneath the roaring drums and rebellious swagger, Rock carries the same core values as his family. He’s loud, sure, and just a bit reckless -- but his loyalty is absolute. He’s protective of the tribe, especially his family, and more than once has stepped between a troublemaker and his quieter kin. His edge may be sharp, but it cuts only where it needs to. He plays hard, fights harder when necessary, and loves with a possessive, fierce devotion that few can match. Wild doesn’t mean heartless, and Rock wears his heart right alongside his chaos -- on full, unapologetic display.

Hobbies:

• Crafting rough, heavy percussion instruments designed to rattle the bones
  
• Leading late-night drum circles that always end with someone losing their voice
  
• Teaching younger colts how to “dance without caring what anyone thinks”
  
• Flirting with just enough bite to make hearts race and eyes roll all at once

Parents: Rockin' Blues x Delphina
Siblings: Lala, Song of the Hills, Rockin' Robin, Setsuka Sorano, Setsuka Kaori, Dream Pop Rock, Setsuka Kazane, Setsuka Yuki, Setsuka AsakoRockin' Riot, Aspidochelone, Roiling 'Roily' Rapids
Mate: Single
Foals: N / A

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Nicknames: Aly, Winnie

Personality:
Steel in her bones, fire in her chest:
Alywin is, at her core, a creature of battle. She thrives in the clang of steel, in the rush of blood and adrenaline, in the split-second rhythm of attack and parry. Where some see war as a grim necessity, Alywin finds it exhilarating -- a proving ground where strength speaks louder than words and where the sharpest instincts rise to the top. She is sharp-tongued, fast-footed, and quick to grin even in the heat of a fight. Trading barbs is as natural to her as trading blows, and in the midst of combat, she’s at her most alive.

Her heart beats for the strong:
Alywin has little patience for fawning men or soft courtship. Her eyes turn toward women -- particularly those with calloused hands, fierce glares, and shoulders broad enough to bear weight alongside hers. She finds beauty in scars, charm in competence, and desire in those who stand unshaken in the thick of things. Flirtation for Alywin is a dance of challenges, a grin behind a blade, and a lingering glance after a hard-fought spar. She admires strength, respects skill, and loves those who can both protect and be protected in equal measure.

Fiercely devoted, soft only for her mother:
For all her boldness and brash exterior, Alywin’s heart is tethered by one quiet, unwavering bond: her mother, Glain. To Glain, Alywin is a constant protector, a doting daughter, and a quiet provider. She would march through fire for her mother’s comfort, crush skulls to spare her from worry, and finds herself softening in ways few would ever suspect when Glain is near. Her affection is rarely spoken aloud, but it’s clear in the fresh kills she leaves by their hearth, in the rare flowers she collects from distant hunts, and in the way her usual scowl eases when she listens to her mother’s lullabies.



Hobbies:

• Sparring for fun, often with playful bets and escalating dares
  
• Chasing down wild boars and dragging them back single-handedly as “gifts”
  
• Sharpening her weapons while singing half-remembered battle songs
  
• Ignoring the men’s flirtations entirely, unless it’s to beat them at contests of strength
  
• Tending to her mother’s gardens when no one’s looking, pretending she doesn’t enjoy the quiet

Parents: Glain x Shuckles
Siblings: Remeny, Alywin, ???
Mate: Single
Foals: N / A

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Nicknames: Terra

Personality:
Rage born from a poisoned root:
Straterra Rose was raised in a palace of venom, sculpted by her mother’s scorn and sharpened by constant cruelty. Where some wilt under a toxic hand, Terra sprouted thorns. She fought back early, matching Amelia’s scathing words with crueler ones of her own, defending herself and her sister, Ambien, with a tongue honed like a blade. When her mother’s wrath turned physical, Terra gave it back -- hooves like claws, fury spilling from her in every direction. She refused to be broken, but what she became in the process was something jagged: a weapon forged in spite.

Soft only for her sister -- and even that turned dangerous:
Ambien was Terra’s only tether to tenderness. She adored her sister with a feverish protectiveness, clinging to her as a shield and salvation. But once they escaped their mother, Terra’s love curdled into possession, unable to let go, too afraid to be left behind. Her anger became a chain, and eventually Ambien fled not only their past, but Terra’s suffocating grip. The abandonment cracked something in Terra -- left her hollow, mean, and snapping at every hand that came close. She roamed bitter, trading softness for scars, convinced that kindness was just another weakness waiting to be punished.

Trying to relearn softness, struggling every step:
Then came Gideon. Stubborn, patient, maddeningly gentle Gideon. Terra didn’t trust him, didn’t want to trust him -- but little by little, he planted seeds in soil she thought was dead. With him, Terra has begun the slow, uphill battle of becoming something more than her damage. It’s messy -- there are still days she bites before she speaks, still moments her jealousy burns too hot, and her words come out like daggers before she can stop them. But she wants to be better. For Gideon. For herself. For a life she was always told she didn’t deserve. Every small kindness is a victory, every unspoken insult a hard-earned triumph. She is not healed -- but she is healing.



Hobbies:

• Whittling and carving -- often angrily at first, but calming as the wood takes shape
  
• Practicing compliments in the mirror, muttering them under her breath until they feel less foreign
  
• Walking beside Gideon in silence, learning that comfort doesn’t always require words
  
• Staring at the stars on quiet nights, wondering if Ambien ever looks at the same sky

Parents: Amelia Rose x Ritalin
Siblings: Sirroca Rose, Ambien Rose
Mate: Gideon Lincecum Rose
Foals: N / A

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Future Plans -- Ambien -- Finished
I Guess You Can Stay -- Gideon -- Finished

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Nicknames: Prissy, Princess, That Scaley b***h
Personality:
Mischievous as moonlight, dangerous as undertow:
Priscilla is the sea in its most alluring form -- shimmering, tempting, and entirely untrustworthy. She doesn’t simply enjoy a good joke -- she lives for mischief, especially when it comes at the expense of the foolish land-dwellers who wander too close to her waves. Her laughter rings like bells across the water, sweet and chilling, usually just before someone realizes they’ve been well and thoroughly duped. She crafts her deceptions with elegance, delights in tangled words and clever phrasing, and there’s always a catch -- always a cost -- waiting beneath the surface.

Queen of the fine print, collector of debts:
Deals with Priscilla are always struck willingly -- she makes sure of that. But few who barter with her understand the full weight of their agreements. A careless promise might cost a family heirloom; a whispered wish could demand years of quiet servitude; a reckless boast might be paid for with one’s reputation or dignity. Priscilla holds to her bargains with ruthless precision -- not out of cruelty, but out of principle. A deal is a deal, and she collects what she is owed with sharp eyes and an unforgiving grin. She takes pride in never cheating -- just in being clever enough to make others cheat themselves.

Glorious, vain, and thoroughly aware of it:
Priscilla’s beauty is the kind that turns tides and stalls ships. Her mane glimmers like kelp bathed in moonlight, her scales catch the sun like crushed gemstones, and her voice could melt glaciers or sharpen knives. She is devastatingly aware of her own allure and wields it as effortlessly as a sailor wields a rope. Compliments roll off her like sea foam, expected and enjoyed. She will toy with admirers, taunt the desperate, and revel in every moment of it. For Priscilla, vanity isn’t a weakness -- it’s a weapon sharpened on the desperation of those who forget to be cautious.




Hobbies:

• Crafting impossible bargains and twisting words into verbal snares
  
• Stealing baubles from ships and fishermen, just to watch them panic
  
• Singing haunting lullabies to lure travelers toward the rocks
  
• Collecting stories of mortal foolishness and retelling them to passing whales
  
• Basking on hidden reefs, preening for no one but herself

Parents: ???
Siblings: N / A
Mate: Single
Foals: N / A

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Nicknames: Mai, Taytay

Personality:
Good vibes only, all day, every day:
Maita’i doesn’t believe in bad moods -- only bad drinks. She’s a walking, talking invitation to fun, always perched at the edge of a party with a flirty grin and a full cup. Her energy is light, her laugh contagious, and her only rule is good vibes only. She’ll greet you like an old friend, even if she met you five minutes ago, and by the end of the night, you’ll swear you’ve known her forever. The world may be messy, but Maita’i keeps it simple: life is too short not to have a good time.

A champion of girls, women, and chaotic solidarity:
Maita’i is the ultimate girls’ girl. She’ll hype up any mare in the room, offer unsolicited but heartfelt compliments, and defend your right to make bad decisions just as fiercely as your right to succeed. She’s the one holding your hair back after a long night, handing you a water with a wink, and telling you “you looked absolutely stunning while doing it.” She’ll cheer you on whether you’re making brilliant life choices or a complete disaster -- because sometimes you just need someone on your side, no questions asked.

Curious, bold, and always ready for round two:
If there’s something new to try, Maita’i’s already at the front of the line. She lives by the rule that “once is for the story, twice is for the truth.” She loves testing boundaries -- whether it’s a questionable drink, an impromptu dance-off, or a half-baked adventure with friends. Her curiosity is bottomless, her courage boosted by just enough cocktails, and her motto simple: you only regret the things you don’t try -- so go try them twice.




Hobbies:

• Teaching half-remembered dance routines to whoever’s nearby
  
• Mixing strange cocktails with names like “Beachfire Mistake” and “Regret in a Coconut”
  
• Giving life advice in the strangest places, often while fixing a stranger’s hair
  
• Starting chants in crowded gatherings that somehow catch on
  
• Keeping a running journal of “things I will absolutely never do again” (with several cross-outs and “okay, maybe one more time” notes)

Parents: ???
Siblings: ???
Mate: Single
Foals: N / A

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Nicknames: Momma

Personality:
Curious soul with a heart full of wonder:
Mai lives with her gaze fixed firmly toward the shore, where bonfires crackle and laughter drifts across the waves. While many of her sea-born kin revel in ocean depths or delight in mischief, Mai dreams of something more. She is fascinated -- obsessed, really -- with the world above the surface: the strange dances, the curious tools, the vibrant colors of cloth and paint. She is the first to peek her head above the water during seaside festivities, wide eyes shining, her heart aching with a blend of envy and wonder.

A collector of stories, treasures, and broken things:
Mai’s grotto is a patchwork museum of the human world -- cracked pottery, tangled ribbons, smooth glass worn down by the sea, the occasional coin or button that catches her eye. But it isn’t just human relics she treasures; she collects the ocean’s forgotten beauty too: vibrant coral branches, pearls tucked inside old shells, and strange stones shaped by the current. Her home is a chaotic collage of land and sea, every item placed with care, every piece telling a story she longs to understand.

Kind, friendly, and just a little lonely:
Unlike her more ruthless sea-sisters, Mai seeks connection with humans, not trickery. She is gentle by nature, eager to make friends, and endlessly patient with land-dwellers -- so long as they don’t bring harm to the sea. But beneath her cheerful curiosity is a quiet sadness. The world on shore feels close enough to touch but forever out of reach, and no collection of trinkets can fully ease the longing she feels for what she doesn’t know. She isn’t foolish enough to believe life on land is perfect -- but sometimes, in the quiet of her grotto, she dreams of hooves on sand and sunlight on skin.



Hobbies:

• Gathering and categorizing human trinkets, creating stories about what each one means
  
• Eavesdropping on beach conversations from the shallows
  
• Rescuing stranded sea creatures and occasionally helping lost sailors find their way back
  
• Staring at the shoreline during quiet tides, wondering what it feels like to run instead of swim

Parents: ???
Siblings: ???
Mate: Myrmidon
Foals: Hydra, Anahita


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Nicknames: Toxic, Shock, That b*****d in the Trees

Personality:
Strange laughter carried on the wind:
Children dare each other to find him, and the elders warn them not to. He lives deep in the woods, away from the roads and the rhythms of any village, in a crooked little nest decorated with bones, mirrors, rusted keys, and unblinking totems. No one knows what he does out there. No one wants to know. And yet, every so often, someone hears it: distant, disjointed cackling, like someone telling a joke to the trees and getting the punchline late.

Half-mad, half-genius, fully uncomfortable:
When encountered, the stallion is rarely hostile -- but rarely normal. He’ll ask questions that don’t make sense: “Do your teeth dream when you sleep?” or “If a lie is dressed in truth, who’s wearing the shoes?” He stares too long. He speaks too softly. His grin never seems quite the same twice, and never really reaches his eyes. And behind all the nonsense is a gleam -- sharp, assessing, brilliant in a way that unnerves even the bravest travelers. He knows things he shouldn’t. Recites names he was never told. Quotes the thoughts you never said aloud. Then he’ll vanish again, as if the forest swallowed him whole.

Harmless… maybe. Helpful… occasionally:
No village has ever pinned anything bad on him, though rumors swirl like leaves in the wind. Some say he helped a wounded hunter find his way home using a path that doesn’t exist on any map. Others claim he gave them a riddle that saved them from a trap -- or lured them into one. He never enters any village, but sometimes odd bundles of herbs or strangely effective remedies appear on doorsteps during outbreaks. Whether he’s mad, cursed, wise, or some unholy combination of all three, no one knows for certain. He’s just out there -- watching, laughing, waiting.

Hobbies:

• Asking nonsense questions that haunt people for days afterward
  
• Hanging strange objects in trees, just high enough to be unsettling
  
• Leaving cryptic notes or gifts for people he shouldn’t know exist
  
• Talking to animals like they’re co-conspirators
  
• Crafting things no one understands: masks, charms, maps with no labels

Parents: Midori x Roxxanna
Siblings: Phaedra, Aglaia, Prometheus, Toxic Sludge, Sairenli Raven, Blake, Rock N' Rye, Hipnotiq, Toxic Whisper, Creme de Menthe, Melon Ball, Appletini, Pink Cactus Punch, Damassine Mass-Requiem, Moonshine Acidtrance, ???
Mate: Single
Foals: N / A

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