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 Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 1:28 am
 Welcome! Above is a picture of the "herd". It will be updated regularly. Bellow is a quick little Table o' contents map to help you find your way. After all, a mile is pretty long! Post 1 - You are Here. Starting Point and "Map" Post 2 - Lita's Post. Your guide. Rules Post 3 - Lorcan's Post. First stop on the mile.
Post 4 - Lorcan's RPs. Second stop, Memory Lane. Post 5 - Ashia's Post. Little horse, big mission. Post 6 - Ashia's RPs. The stepping stones. Post 7 - Katima's Post. Powerful Daughter, your protector. Post 8 - Katima's RPs. Her growth. Post 9 - Jelsea's Post. The darkness of the mile. Post 10 - Jelsea's RPs. Inner most darkness.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 1:40 am
Name: Lita Rutherford
Number of Horses: 2
Hello and Welcome. Before you set off to explore and scope out the beauties bellow, please keep in mind a few things.
1. Do not post. At all. Not only will it screw with the set up but... well it'll screw with the set up.
2. Want to RP? Feel free to set up a RP and PM it to me. Or just PM me to ask. Either way, I'll be more then happy to RP.
3. Do not PM me with any sort of request of romance unless the specific horse your inquiring about is available. It will be clearly marked.
4. Got a question? PM me and I'll do my best. I have no problem getting PMs, so don't be scared!
5. Am I doing something incorrect? Please let me know! I am new *to the shop* and, as such, am prone to mistakes! Forgive my noob moments.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 1:46 am
Name: Lorcan
Age: Adult
Height: 16hh
Gender: Stallion
Mate: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Parents: Unknown
Relatives: Unknown
Common Location: N/A
Post Style: #6d2c18 , Bold
Personality:
He is rather calm, in how he often carries himself and speaks. He tries to be polite at all times, as he was raised. He can act, at times, like a teenage boy. Any anger or strong emotion tends to come out in a passive aggressive sort of way.
History:
Lorcan was raised in a loose herd, where there were many mares, and few stallions other then the lead. While he liked his home, one day he just got the urge to run, and run he did. He ended up in this new land, alone.
As a foal, Lorcan was attacked by a lone wolf. He does not remember the incident however, as his mind blocked this out, wishing to forget.
Plot Status:
Currently NOT seeking Plots or Romance.
RP Status:
Currently Seeking General RP.
Currently NOT seeking Romance RP.
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Posted: Fri Nov 20, 2009 1:49 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 5:28 pm
Name: Ashia
Age: Adult
Height: 14hh
Gender: Mare
Mate: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Parents: Unknown
Relatives: Unknown
Common Location: N/A
Post Style: #2a652c, Italic
Personality:
Ashia is a kind, warm mare. She cannot lose her temper, for she does not have one, and lives to save foals, as she was saved. She dreams of her savior, who disappeared when she was old enough to take over his job. In her searches for foals, she often hopes to see him, waiting for her. She is the essence of the season and works hardest in the harsh winter, where foals are likely to be in more danger.
History:
Story has been shrunk to save space. You can copy and paste it to make it more readable.
A tiny little foal bounded aside a large, white stallion. The snow fall was light, but the snow on the ground was heavy and thick. The little filly was a deep, almost reddish brown. Her mane and tail just cute tuffs of black hair. A white mark traveled from between her eyes down to her nose. However, having been in the snow for so long, one would see nothing but a white speckled mare. Perhaps they would think she was an appaloosa. She looked up, her light colored eyes, just starting to hint at their true green color, fixing on the large stallion beside her. Across his back lay a thick pelt of some large beast. A bear, he had told her, though she knew not what this bear was. It was warm, and, often, it would be her bed, or cover, during the frozen nights. They were traveling, looking for other foals, like herself.
The filly’s name was Ashia. She was vary young; just able to survive off of plants, in fact. And she was an orphan. The filly’s mother had been lost mere days after her birth, from a sickness that caused the small herd to leave the duo behind. Alone, and as the cold settled in that night, she did not think she would survive. Then, as the sun broke over the horizon the morning after her mothers passing, she saw, moving from the north, a large, white stallion. He wore a deep brown pelt, and a large pine branch in his mouth. His tail dragged along the ground, snow gathered throughout it. This mane was also large, and clumps of snow and ice stuck to it as well.
At first Ashia had been terrified. A large, strange stallion, was dangerous, in her mind. However, in mere moments, she was eased, as his deep blue eyes settled on her. A soft smile settled on his mouth, and he stopped beside her, laying the branch down.
“Can you stand, little one?” His voice was soft and calm.
She shook, the cold having set in. “Y…Y…” She stuttered as she shook. She tried to stand, only to fall.
“Rest little one.” He spoke again, nudging her onto the branch. Taking the thick woody part, he tied a cord, which she just now saw, around it, before moving forward. The thin, small foal was easily pulled along, resting on the green, leafy portion. “We will be in safe soon.” He said.
Be in safe soon? She blinked. That made no sense. How can you be in safe? However she was to cold, and soon found herself drifting off as she was pulled along gently.
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A gentle nudging and Ashia opened her eyes. Light, vibrant green stared at the tiny black foal that stood in front of her. She shook, her decorations jingling softly together. Her smile was kind, and she stood, shaking snow from her body.
“Did you sleep well, little one?” She asked softly as she moved to lift the blanket off him. Replacing it on her back, it settled down, resting against the harness she wore under it. Stepping to the side, she lifted the small bag, hooking it onto her back, before lifting the greens the foal had been sleeping on. The two joined the bag atop her back. “Shall we?” She smiled and the two set off.
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“Are we here yet?” Ashia asked. She looked around, trotting along beside him the best her weak legs would do.
“Yes, and you will have food.” He spoke once more, soft and even.
“But I can’t eat grass and stuff.” She whined.
“Little one, there will be mares there, and they shall feed you, so long as you are calm, and wise.” He said calmly. He smiled to her, shaking the snow from his mane. They had been traveling a day, and the cold, while still… well cold, had lessened after the night under the warm pelt.
She now followed him to this mysterious place he told her would have food, lost foals, and safety. She had no idea if it was safe, but his voice, and calming nature, was soothing. She trusted the stranger who had yet to tell her his name.
In due time the odd pair made it to a small clearing. Indeed, packed inside, was many foals, in various sizes, and a good few mares. As they entered, the clearing stilled, all eyes on them.
“Good day. I have brought another.” He said simply. “Be well. I will return one day.” And with that, he disappeared.
It was a good while before he appeared again, or so it felt as such to the foal. He came, alone, and entered silently. No one paid mind to him, as if he was a ghost. He stopped beside her, smiling. “Hello, little one.” He said gently.
“Hello!” She spoke up, happy to see him. She had dreamt nothing of him the entire time he had been away. “Will you be here long?” She asked. She had learned he rarely came long, and it saddened her.
“No, I must go.” He replied.
“Take me with you!” She begged. She continued to bed before he allowed it. The two left the next day and they set off into the snow.
~~~
Ashia moved along at an even pace, the cold trotting beside her. Snow flew up, landing on the two of them. They traveled along an invisible path, heading to a long hidden world of foals and mares. The stallion whom had once ruled it was long gone. But the mare had continued his work. She would leave, traveling far and wide, finding lost, sick, or abandoned foals. She would take them back to the little haven, where they would be cared for. She carried with her a blanket, warm and soft, that sat on a harness. Attached to the blanket was a small pouch she kept food in, should it be needed. The plants on her back, she used as bedding for the foals. Her head piece was an easy marker, allowing the foals to find hers should they wander to far while they traveled. As for the beaded cord? If the need arises, she would hook it to the blanket and use it to pull the foal to safety.
She was a small mare, and her nature was vary calm. She had not once raised her voice, got a temper, or otherwise seemed negative. Foals flocked to her and other mares marveled at her strength. However she is also sad. When her mentor disappeared one day, she waited months for his return. However, as the snow started once more, she knew she must continue his work. As she was dressed for her work that first time, she thought about him. About how he would see her. How he would think of her. And that continued as every night she would think of the white stallion and wonder where he would be, and if her prince would return. So as she saves lives, she searches for the one who saved hers.
Plot Status:
Finding the Winter Prince - Ashia is looking for her savior, info in the history above. She is looking, to, for anyone who may know him, have seen him, or at least heard of him. PM for more info or if you want to help!
RP Status:
Currently Seeking General and Plot RP.
Currently NOT seeking Romance RP.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2009 5:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 3:26 pm
Name: Katima
Meaning: Powerful Daughter
Age: Foal
Height: ???
Gender: Filly
Mate: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Parents: Maponus & Shylah
Relatives: 2 Brothers and 1 Sister
Common Location: N/A
Post Style: #532b13
Personality:
Katima is strong and independent. She has a slightly stubborn head at times, causing her to find trouble. However she believes it is the will of the spirits that she finds this trouble and in turn is able to take care of it before it tries to effect the rest of the herd. When in the middle of trouble she often speaks softly, often using cunning to get out of problems, as she hates violence of any kind, believing that it is only the place of the spirits to harm a being and to do so when not necessary is an insult to the spirits that will be met with the worst punishment. However if something arises where she must strike out, she asks the spirits for strength and will strike out in order to keep peace. She prefers to guard the elders and senior members of the herd, respecting them the most and seeing the young and foals as being the responsibility of their parents and Moon Guided. She accepts new members of the herd with almost no hesitation, happy they have wanted to join and willing to offer any service she can to get them fully integrated into the herd. The rule breakers within the herd are not so lucky, and while she will protect them, knowing it is her purpose, she is not terribly concerned should one get hurt. This little part of her is a part she is most ashamed and see Extra for something concerning this. Those who are not part of the herd she feels nothing but pity and hopes the spirits take pity on them.
History:
Katima was recently born as a member of the Followers of the Moon Herd.
Plot Status:
Currently NOT seeking Plots or Romance.
RP Status:
Currently NOT seeking General RP.
Currently NOT seeking Romance RP.
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Posted: Wed Feb 03, 2010 3:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 7:09 pm
Name: Jelsea
Age: Foal
Height: ???
Gender: Filly
Mate: N/A
Offspring: N/A
Parents: Vengeance & Imbrium
Relatives: 2 Sisters and 1 Brother
Common Location: N/A
Post Style: Red
Personality:
Jelsea is extremely possessive and dark. She's picked up the more bad personality from her father's blood and while she looks a tad bit evil, her true darkness of mind cannot be judged by just looking at her. She becomes extremely envious and jealous of others if they have something desires and will fight to have it. Even if it requires death on the part of the other. She is proud of herself and her personality, seeing herself as a good member of the herd. She is vary jealous of her father and his position...
History:
Jelsea was recently born as a member of the Hell Herd.
Plot Status:
Currently NOT seeking Plots or Romance.
RP Status:
Currently NOT seeking General RP.
Currently NOT seeking Romance RP.
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Posted: Sun Jul 25, 2010 7:13 pm
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