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Plot Thread
Table of Contents
Page 1
P. 1 - Introduction (You are here)
P. 2 - Sven
P. 3 - Sven's Information & Role-Plays
P. 4 - Reth
P. 5 - Reth's Information & Role-Plays
P. 6 - Blayne
P. 7 - Blayne's Information & Role-Plays
P. 8 - Alistair McArtur Lucian
P. 9 - Alistair McArtur Lucian's Information & Role-Plays
P. 10 - Rayne Moonblood
P. 11 - Rayne Moonblood's Information & Role-Plays
P. 12 - Stryker
P. 13 - Stryker's Information & Role-Plays
P. 14 - Group Photo
P. 15 - Deleted

Nickname: Ven
Age - Adult
Chosen - None
Generation - 1
Herd/Rank - None/None
Maritial Status - Single
Breeding - 0
Sexuality - Heterosexual
Courting - None

Even at a tender age, the young stallion was thrust into a world of the unknown. His mother had died during his birth, his father resentful of ever having such a thing to do with his offspring. Especially since Sven wasn't his. Sven's mother had been unfaithful and it killed her. The foal grew up with constant hatred at his back, and a constant reminder around his neck. His father claimed to have cursed him - he would never know of love. Sven didn't know any of this. All he knew was that he couldn't wait until he was old enough to leave his bitter father behind. And finally that day came as the sire finally died of resentment and a broken heart. During the years after he left his father, however, Sven felt strangely confused at the world. Why was he here? What was he meant to do? Sven simply wandered day after day after day, his hooves taking him no where in particular. That is, until she came along.

Her laughter was the first tender note he had heard in all of his years. Her movements were as graceful as the winds. Her eyes shone with a brilliance of the seas. A gorgeous mare that seemed to notice him, and without a beat, she called to him leaving her group of friends who were undoubtedly warning her to stay away. "What's your name?" She asked, her voice sounding like bells on a summer's eve. He choked a little. "I'm...Sven. But you can call me Ven..." She giggled all the while "Sven? That sounds too much like seven! I like Ven better." The mare danced around him, curious of what he looked like. "My name is Anora." She batted her eye lashes at him, all he could do naught but swoon. "Anora...so beautiful..." His golden eyes watched her strawberry mane and tail flash as she trotted, muscles moving under a chocolate brown pelt. It was cute how white dots had dappled all over her rump and lower legs. One looked like to be in the shape of a heart.

Sven didn't know what happiness was until he met Anora. She took him in, introduced him to her circles and with time, Sven felt accepted and happy. She was there to be with him, and he realized that over this time he had fallen in love with her. Anora's mother and father went to him with open arms glad that their little girl had finally found someone to treat her right. Things seemed to be going well enough until a rogue male came onto the scene. He was brutish, larger than Sven and way stronger. He had his eyes on Anora and it was quite clear that Sven would need to fight for his love. Anora begged him not to, but Sven resisted her pleas. He'd die for her, and he wanted to prove that. No way he was taking the coward's way out.

What happened next would break his heart indefinitely. The day of the fight, he saw her with him. His beautiful, pure Anora had agreed to go with the Brute to avoid bloodshed. She'd give up her love if he promised to leave her family and Sven alone forever. Sven attempted to talk her out of it, but Anora resisted him. "If you had listened to me, this never would have happened. But you leave me no choice, Sven!" She berated him through tears. "I am happy we met, but we must now depart for the safety of my herd. I will never forget you, but I will never forgive you for the life you have given me now. We could have been so happy together...you caused this, Sven. Remember that. You caused this!" Sven's heart stopped beating as he felt the life fade from his body. For days he tried to track her down, but her words haunted him day and night. She would never take him back now. Her parents were furious with him. Why had he not run away with her? Now their little girl would be lost forever!

Sven finally tracked her down after almost a year of searching only to find her dying by a river. The Brute had been abusive to his Anora...there was a foal already dead beside her. It was a little girl. The brute had wanted a son it seemed. Sven remembered how his own mother died...how he lived...Tears welled in his eyes as he watched Anora's life seep away. He could see her anger and sorrow, and even before she died, the mare breathed, "You caused this..". Sven felt the last fiber of his being die with the mare he loved. With the last of his strength, he buried Anora and her foal by the river. The Brute would be long gone by now...

Sven's future would be bleak and his hope was faint. He could never get close enough to another in fear he would end them. That it would be his fault...His heart was broken, and closed. An icebox. Sven had small hopes that he would be able to love again...but who would ever love a murderer and a monster? His father was right...

He would never know of love.

Won from Heartbroken RP Event. .X.

Nickname: None
Age - Adult
Chosen - None
Generation - 1
Herd/Rank - None/None
Maritial Status - Single
Breeding - 0
Sexuality - Bisexual
Courting - None

A b*****d full of hatred for his origins, Reth was treated like a god because of his birth between a Dragon Priestess and Warrior of his tribe. He was blessed with his father's build and his mother's magical properties. However, he was still second best because he was not the first born of his father's lineage. His half sister, Kainda, took that spotlight though she was a wretch to eve be considered born. As much as he was lavished with as much mare, food, and drink a stallion could ever want, his deep seated hatred for his sister grew and grew to a point where he almost went mad. He could not fully claim the right of his father's first lest Kainda be dealt with in the manner only known to their kind: death.

He had stealth on his side for Kainda didn't know of him at all. He would soon wreck havoc upon her life and all she knew until she would give him full rights to his birthright with the spilling of her blood on his coat and hooves. Finding her has been the tricky part..

Until now.

Nickname: None
Age - Foal
Chosen - None
Generation - 2
Herd/Rank - None/None
Maritial Status - Single
Breeding - 0
Sexuality - ????
Courting - None

The last born triplet of Savage and Aquaria, Blayen is one who likes to keep things simple. Much like his mother, he dreams of the stars and much like his father, he takes it one day at a time. His brothers are all he knows at the moment, and the curious foal can't wait to take the world by a very quiet storm eventually.

Nickname: Ali, Artur, Lucian, Alartian, etc.
Age - Adult
Chosen - None
Generation - 1
Herd/Rank - None/None
Maritial Status - Single
Breeding - 0
Sexuality - ????
Courting - None


Dear Miss Athari,

My late master Greigor St. Maccalin Lucian Has passed. It is in his will that you and few others have been given the rare opportunity to be graced with the ownership and bond with his Azrein Alistair McArtur Lucian. Of coarse only Alistair may decide his new master to be. Please have a timely arrival or you may miss your chance.

~sincerely Maria Lucian


Athari the Dark One stared at the letter partly in shock and partly because of all the fancy lettering of the damn thing. The courier had left the note on her front door this morning it seemed and Athari had been mingling about it all day. It was intriguing to say the least that a woman from the jungles could ever receive such a formal invitation. And to bond with an Azrein? Her head tilted a little in thought of the pull that she had experienced when she became bonded to her Nailiah. This wasn't the same pull, but maybe some bondings were different. Athari wouldn't be the one to judge or to get upset. If she were to be chosen for an Azrein to get a home, then why shouldn't she? It was only the male's right to choose who his master was anyway. The female scratched the top of her head gently before looking over to Nailiah who stood waiting and ready for the call. Athari shrugged and asked, "You won't get jealous will you dear heart?" The mare gave a grunt glaring at her human all the while as the two-legger jumped on the white mare's back. "Please. I was here first." Nailiah joked with her chosen as they started on their journey. The white mare sped across the lands like nothing ever seen, a blur of white, red, and brown.

Arriving at the castle was...startling. Athari had never seen the likes of this before save for in books she picked up from the library. Though she had seen castles much like King Azreth's, this one had a different sort of flair about it. Strange all the while...Her attention was snapped from her as Nailiah came to a halt in front of the gates. "I will wait out here for your return. We shall go home in pairs or in three. Either way, we will go home." The two embraced for a moment taking in each other as Nai gave her human courage before Athari left her friend to face the castle and its inhabitants alone. Her green eyes took in the surroundings as she crossed the first archway and over the stone and cobble bridge to get to the second archway and finally the door. It was large, wooden, and slightly intimidating with strange Azrein carvings all over the arches and on the knockers. Athari knocked three times before there came a creaking and the door opened.

A tiny, old woman peaked out to get a look at the wild girl. Athari was dressed normally: tanned deerhide around her bust and tied at the back with no straps, and a loincloth that ended at her mid-thigh at the front and below the bend in her knees at the back. As usual, she was barefoot with her head pulled up and tied back save for a few bangs that usually hung around her face. Jewelry and feathers adorned the savage looking female even as kind eyes stared at the old woman in front of her. "Hello. I received this invitation." Athari spoke calmly and plainly handing the piece of paper to the old woman who held it gingerly and yet scrutinized the hell out of it with her fading vision. With a small cough, she handed the paper back to Athari. "Come then, child. I will take you to Missus Maria."

The walk was...strange to say the least. The corridor was extremely long and all along the sides were portraits of man, azrein, and beast along with busts and statues. It appeared to be a long line of owners and their bonded owning this estate. Athari was so entranced by the pictures and statues that she almost ran into the old maid when she stopped. "Keep straight. You will hit the courtyard." With that, she left Athari to continue the journey on her own. The warrior took a deep breath as she strode along, muscles quivering with excitement and a bit of nervousness. Athari pushed open the doors as a bright light filled the hallway. She flinched a moment letting her eyes adjust to the lighting of the courtyard. It seemed to trap the sun it was so bright! She gently shut the door behind her and continued forward looking at all the different flora that adorned the circular space. It was huge, looked like a field with cobbled walk ways. It didn't take long for Athari to notice the gathered crowd of people, nor for them to notice her. She strode confidently toward the group of mostly men with a few women and stood among them proud. All of them were dressed in the finest fabrics of their respected areas. Most looked to be distinguished businessmen while others to be simply wealthy because of fortunate birthrights. The women all wore fine laces and dresses that made them look more like fat turkey peacocks than actual women. If only they knew what she went through as a child. Some sneered and murmured words such as savage and unclean while others simply gawked with a surprised and interest in the exotic looking wild woman of the amazons. The few females that were there either stuck up their noses to ignore or even whispered loud enough for Athari to hear. She continued to ignore however as they all waited patiently, with Athari thinking and wondering about who was this Lucius family and why were they interested in her?

Everyone suddenly quieted as a gorgeous woman stepped out dressed in the finest gold and black silk dress that any of them had ever seen as it hugged her luscious frame. She wore a small black hat with a small veil to cover some of her upper face and black gloves with gold trimmings and designs to match her glorious flora gown. Touching those gloved hands was a very regal looking azrein with...bat wings? His appearance was both haunting and beautiful at the same time. Some men felt obligated to bow while others stood as dumb as when they first met Athari. The women all curtsied still muttering under their breath. Only Athari stood still unaware of how to act or what to do. The duo came closer and stopped short of the gathered group.

There was an uncomfortable silence for a while before the woman spoke, "I am Maria Lucian, the granddaughter of the late Greigor St. Maccalin Lucian. You all have been called here in order to give Alistair McArtur Lucian a possible chosen and a home. But I wonder. Why did you all heed this letter? Do any of you even know Greigor?"

A man spoke up stating that he was his accountant. A woman said she had been his business adviser. Another man stated that they were friends who simply played cards together and spoke of politics. Everyone had an answer save for Athari. She looked toward Maria as they made eye contact answering truthfully, "My lady Maria, I can only tell you that I received the letter. I do not know the late Gregior, but I choose to heed the call because I felt in my heart that it was right. And honestly, I want to know why I was sent one.." It was then that many of the listeners grew quiet waiting for the same answer sneering and whispering all the while. Maria stayed silent for a time before she started to giggle, "Athari, dear Athari. You do not remember a man who came to visit your tribe? Then again you were quite young and ill-treated. And yet you had a spark about you. We even played together. Grandfather Greigor often called you his favorite of the wild children. He made sure to keep tabs on you, and when you were lost he felt saddened. But when one of the boys from the market saw you here, with the white mare Nailiah, he was overjoyed. He wanted to see you, but fate took his hand..." Maria was quiet again before answering, "You were called here because of your love and affection for Nailiah as well as the others you keep at your ranch. We just want the same for Alistair.

"And with that ladies and gentlemen, I will allow Alistair to mingle among you." Maria took her hand off the stallion who then went forward investigating the humans in his own little way.

At first, the women immediately shied away scared by his leathery wings and frightful markings. No way he would make any sort of good pet at all! Those ladies were immediately dismissed by Maria who sent for staff to take them from the grounds. Some of the men marveled at the interesting beauty of the stallion wondering how much they would make for advertising for him. Those men were also sent away. A few wondered how he would do as a business partner for azrein were known for their intelligence. The horse mingled with them all the while keeping his conversations short, focused, and different all at the same time.

Finally, he came to Athari. Before she could say anything, Alistair gave a grunt. "You have...a strange feral quality. It...intrigues and yet scares me at the same time. Did you really grow up in the jungles?" Athari blinked and gave a nod. "Well...yes of course. I have been there all my life until I left to find Nailiah, my bonded." He gave a small nod. "Ahh I see. You left because you felt a pull and you didn't know why? That...that was what it was like when I met Greigor. I was a foal back then and not even one of the generations that his family bred so selectively. He was a teenager and took me in, demanding that I be part of the family. Greigor cleaned me up, dressed me finely, and even gave me his name. I am indebted to him..." Alistair trialed off until Athari reached up and scratched his ear and neck. No one had dare touch the horse since his late master had died, and here this warrior woman gave it not second thought. "It is like that if you were to lose someone you loved. If I ever lost Nailiah, I don't know what I'd do. There's just this uncanny connection between the soul of the man and the soul of the azrein and you can't take that away. No one can. Greigor must have been a fine man to have you." With that, Athari hugged the stallion tightly which Alistair simply felt shocked. He returned the affection wrapping his wings around the human female before looking over to Maria as he fought the tears welling in his eyes.

Maria looked on to Alistair and Athari as if the others didn't exist. They too stared with a strange and fantastical vision of beast and human sharing some sort of connection. Maria simply gave a smile looking over to the staff awaiting. "...I think Alistair has found a home..." There was a smile as she looked back to the embracing pair. Maria knew that there would be something uncanny about Athari. She was just glad that she was right.

Maria was glad that Grandfather was right.

Won from Castle RP Event .X.

Nickname: None
Age - Adult
Chosen - None
Generation - 1
Herd/Rank - None/None
Maritial Status - Single
Breeding - 0
Sexuality - ????
Suitors - None

Rayne Moonblood was born from one of the original tainted ones. Before then, she was no on special and not much to look at. Her transformation has changed her not only physically but mentally as well giving her a new outlook on an undead life. As much as she claims a sense of her own freedom, she will not hesitate to answer the call of the One whenever it comes. She has never met another of her brethren before, but she isn't too keen on going out just to find them.

Rayne has a policy of getting what she wants when she wants and however she wants it. These demands must be met else blood will fill her belly tonight. As rough as she seems, she encompasses a playful personality that can sometimes be borderline creepy and torturous. She enjoys the simple killings in life though she'd lavish in fancy things if any of that was given to her.

Nickname: Ry, Stryke
Age - Adult
Chosen - None
Generation - 1
Herd/Rank - None/None
Maritial Status - Single
Breeding - 0
Sexuality - Straight
Courting - None

Stryker was appointed to Reth as a servant once the stallion was born. The two have been inseparable since as custom from the tribe they came from. However, because of Stryker's rank, he is lowly and must do what Reth tells him. The stallion has grown up with the idea that all that matters is his master's happiness which will become his happiness. The male, however, seems to yearn for more out of life rather than being a simple man servant.

He journeys with Reth to hunt down the male's half-sister, Kainda. However, Stryker feels as though Reth's need for vengeance doom the both of them...