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This is an roleplay centered around Stormheart.

Alright, here are the basics. Stormheart's a blanket-stage foal, which means he can't really move around like an older foal can. His parents (and Stormheart himself) are supporters of the Six, so you're going to be traversing into the bad lands. For this reason I would prefer only Neutral and Dark Azrein to participate. If you want your Good Azrein this far south give me a convincing reason and I'll consider it.

That's right, you have to ask before you can hop in. Just submit the form below in this thread, and I'll PM you and let you know when you can start posting. I'm going to be mildly picky with who I let join in, so please respect my decision if I decide not to let you join.

Clarice took a moment to turn a full circle, glancing at all the moutains around her, and sighed. "Really, how do I keep ending up in these kind of situations," she asked herself. A street rat of a friend of hers once said that there was no shame in talking to yourself. It was when you started answering yourself that you should worry!

'Like Charlotte's one to talk,' Clarice thought irritably, pushing her sloppy, dark blue hair out of her eyes. It didn't matter what she did with the stuff, it was always trying to cover her face. Even the band of cloth tied around her head and under her bangs didn't seem to make much of a difference.

The rest of her clothing was cut from a semi-practical mode. She wore a simple shirt and shorts that cut off just above her knees, with no pockets or decoration of any kind. Slung about her hips was a wide belt with two sturdy pouches hanging from it. Another pouch, longer with less width, was fastened with a strap around her right leg, over the cloth of her shorts and the opening within easy reach of her hand. Her tough canvas jacket, with pockets both on the inside and outside, hung open. It looked a bit big on her, the bottom trailing down to the tops of her thighs and exuding an overall baggy air, but clever drawstrings hidden in the seams could adjust it to fit more securely if needed.

"So what am I going to do next," Clarice asked herself, still peering at her surroundings.

Clarice paused and looked around. For a moment she'd thought...

"Hello, anyone out there," she called. A moment later she regretted having done so. She was in hostile territory, after all, and plently of those hostile things didn't wear human shape. There was a giant list that started with followers of the Six and ended with a starving bobcat. That last one would have made Charlotte laugh, but hungry cats were no joke!

((Gonna do a time skip in the next post.))