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Prompt: He tends to be the leader of leaders in the massive herd. But who is he really? He seems quiet, but is that his real personality? Describe him for us. Tell us any history that may have made him this way, and RP anything you feel necessary.

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Username: LunaRei_SilverBlood
Putti's Name: Meztli ( Nahuatl unisex name meaning "moon." )
Personality: Meztli is certainly quiet. He listens and understands, speaking only when needed. He is a more neutral party, when it comes to the leaders. He will listen to both sides, weight options and try to find a compromise, if it's possible, or choose the lesser of two evils. He is mature, and handles stress well. When there is panic he is able to remain calm and think rationally, which has come in great need as of late. Becoming the leader of the Putti was an expected task. He was the only child born, and he was raised strictly. He was learning at an early age, and taught diplomacy, and politics. He spent his time studying, and watching his parents at work, so he could rightfully earn his place as the leader.

He wasn't allowed to frolic with the other foals in the herd. It was when he became an adult that he was allowed to 'socialize' with the members on a more informal level. Which has caused his slightly off putting, quiet manners. He's extremely polite, and well mannered. He knows that his herd is his family, and he spends every day making sure everyone is healthy and happy. As much as he wants to be their friend, he needs to be a rock for them to look to. Especially now in this time.

Prompt Response:

On the night that his loving, but strict parents passed away, he was just a young adult. His parents were a bit older when they had him, thus their death before he reached his prime adult years was expected. Mextli was a bit nervous about taking over, was he really ready? He spent his entire life preparing for this moment. The Putti stallion had some ideas he wanted to try out to make things easier on the herd but disaster struck before he even had the chance to try.

When the hunters had come, he had to swiftly and quietly move the herd. But it didn’t happen just like that… The Putti were the last targeted group, so as the hunters stormed, so did the other herds, the Pixie’s and Minicorns. Their leaders finding Meztli quickly. But he could barely hear what happened over the yells and shrieks from the members.

“Leader Meztli! They're getting closer!” and cries for help. Meztli took in a deep breath and exhaled, he had to think quickly. His parents had taught him of an ‘escape plan.’ It might be a little risky with the large amount of horses… But he could easily improvise at the River. Calling over the Pixie leader he gave the order to have the pixies take off and then come behind the hunters. Creating racket and moving away from them, to create the distraction, also sending two for the other herd to find the meeting place. And then with the Minicorn leaders help, he stood up on a small platform and addressed the herd. “Everyone, when I and the Minicorn leader say, we shall begin our escape. Flock to the river! Split and then take three different paths across it, marked by piled stone, going up small streams. “ He bellowed out slowly so that everyone would understand. “STAY IN THE WATER” He emphasized so that the hunters smaller beasts that followed scent wouldn’t be able to find them. “At the mountain we shall meet with the other herds, and we will plan the next move.” The Pixie leader looked over at him, and Mextli nodded. “Go to the river and make sure they all part ways.”

Murmur’s and whispers started to surface. “He’s too young…” and “ I’m not sure if I trust him…”

He could tell that some of the members were unsure. Heaven he had only been a leader for a short time. But it was the only hope. With the Minicorn leaders help, they went to the sides of the herd, and once the racket reached his ears… “Go! To the river!” He bellow, and it was reiterated. The herd began to run toward the river, and it didn’t take long for him to hear the splashes. Some of the horses lingered.

“Meztli will this really work?” One of them asked. A couple others nodded in agreement.
“Only option we have at the moment. We have to get away, before we make more plans.” He said calmly. He had to remain calm so all the others would feel confident about him. And he had no issue with that. He breathed again, a long breath. It kept his thoughts clear, as the last few horses were leading the area, the stallion met with the mini corn leader again.

“Holding up?” He asked as they trotted after the herds.
"Yeah... A bit shaken up though. I don't know what I would have done if we didn't find you... I was a complete wreck." The Minicorn leader admitted. "This was so... Scary. I wondered why they started to hunt us..."
Meztli nodded, "I'm sure the Imps, or one of the others might have some idea."

The Pixie leader was leading everyone to the river, and giving out the orders to part ways. When the the mare and stallion met up with the Pixie leader they looked around. The Pixie they had sent out were starting to make their way there.

“Good, it looks like everyone sa-…” he was cut off when a couple of the pixie returned injured. He was angry that it happened. But he couldn’t show it. “We’ll get you help at the mountains. “ He then went over to offer aide to one of the injured pixies’ helping him up the river.

His parents tactful plan of distraction had worked, but it wouldn't save the large herd forever. Meeting with the other Usdia herd leaders at the mountain, the Putti was sent to scout a new land. Meztli would have liked to do it himself, but didn't think the Nixie and Imp’s would keep peaceful if left alone. The Minicorns, and others were all looking at them to do something.

As they arrived at the new land, Meztli had to consider the good and bad. It was the lesser of two evils. "This is most promising. It is the best site for a new home that we have come across since the days of our ancestors." was all he needed to say. He herd would prosper in such a land.

And this all lead to this day. He sighed, a sigh of relief. He hoped he made his parents proud. What would have taken two of them, he was able to do. But it was tiring... A gentle breeze rolled over the field, rustling his feathers, and tossing his hair. If he was able to handle that, he would do just fine. His blue eyes glanced over the bustling herd. Meztli was relieved that everyone was safe; finally he could relax and lead with confidence.

The full Council had arrived. It was a rare occasion for that to happen let alone this often, but these times needed it. And with their judgment added in, the herd would be staying in these lands. As the day wore on, the breeds started to separate, the Council fell into a silent agreement. The breeds would go their separate ways, not only would it make managing the herd easier, not all the breeds needed the same things. Meztli walked over to the others, and let his blue eyes touch the mountains. The air up there would be best. And with that, the small herd of Putti headed for the mountains that touched the sky.

"Meztli!" A voice called from behind him. Turning to look around, he saw the Quuilin leaders. The sister approaching first, her brother then joined her. "You did well to get everyone this far." The sister spoke. Her brother then piping in. "We knew you're parents. and you will surpass them." He said with confident.

"Hm.." Meztli had never really thought about surpassing his parents. Just... Living up to those expectations. "Your words are kind."

"Not just kind. You showed what a leader should be tonight." The sister spoke. "I think we can look towards you."

"Me?" The stallion asked.

"Yes, I have watched you." The brother added. "You see both sides, you think calmly when everyone is panicked. You could very be our Leader of Leaders... But lets hope that, a time like that will never arise."

"Agreed." Meztli nodded. "Thank you." He smiled slightly, and then bowed his head, before trotting to catch up with his herd.

"Yes... Great potential indeed." The siblings chimed together before turning to rejoin their herd.

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Username: XxPrimevalPandaxX
Putti's Name: Artemis
Prompt Response:

Artemis never thought that one day he would be leader of anything. When he was younger he wasn’t the type to take on such a role let alone thing about it. Even though he looked very shy it was a misleading feature about him. One that led others to believe he was easy to push aside or walk all over. This didn’t stop Artemis from climbing the ranks and proving himself to everyone around him.

Being a quick and sharp thinker was one of the attributes that put him in the position he stands in now. He is headstrong and brave despite his appearance. Two traits a leader should have because they need to know when to stand their ground. They need to know when not to give up and get the drive to keep going; to fight for everything they believe in and stand for.

Artemis possessed those qualities, but he hid it well behind his shy exterior.

He still never forgot the day when he took the role of leader. He was a little scared, a little shocked and a little wary about it. With it not being something he never expected to do, he felt like it was something he had to do. That day he was debating with the older adults of the herd about whether or not they should move the herd South to find better feeding grounds. He wouldn’t let the issue go and took charge of the entire argument. He watched them all cower a little before him and his raised tone of voice. His words were truthful because if they had stayed any longer it would have been harder and harder to graze in the spot they were. The herd was prone to gorging themselves on berries and fruits more then grass, but they ate it occasionally. In the end he was victorious and from their on out he assumed the role of leader. Everyone looked up to him and there wasn’t a child that didn’t want to hear stories from him.

This made him giggle as he laid there in the grass reminiscence a little bit.

“What a day that was..”

A smile curled in the corner of his lips as he thought of that day. It was a day he would never be able to forget.

Now he had a herd to watch over. A herd that looked up to him for advice for difficult situations and had to be there to choose what was best for all their survival. He wasn’t going to let anyone down because he had to stand strong for everyone not just himself.

As he lifted his head off the ground, he gazed upon others that were sleeping not too far away. He felt responsible for whatever happened to them and their future. He knew he could keep them safe, but for how long? Would there be anything that would jeopardize their survival?

It was tough, but ultimately he knew what he needed to do.

As he gave a final sigh, he took one last look at his herd before slowly going to sleep once more.

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Username: Hoshi Lockhart
Putti's Name: Aiolos ['Quick moving, nimble'/Greek God of the winds]
Prompt Response: Aiolos shut his eyes and flattened his ears against the cheering that was going on around him. This trip had proved to be nothing but agony for him. So many hooves moving at once, creating such a thundering sound. All the excited voices over their destination. Often, he regretted letting himself be talked into leaving his comfortable homelands. What was here that he couldn't get back home? But his subjects had proved to be very convincing of their desire for a change of pace. For weeks, they had not left him alone. All the other leaders had agreed. If he didn't, the Putti would be all that was left behind.

Opening his blue eyes as the last shiver ran through the ground, telling him all the galloping mini were gone forward. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he lowered his head in near exhaustion of the move. Aiolos wasn't a very active leader. He preferred to stay in one place, giving orders to those around him. He had advised the other leaders on their best course of action before the move. But he was so irritated by all the noise, he wasn't sure if they were following what he said. That Imp probably didn't. The fiery stallion seemed so untrustworthy of everyone else, Aiolos was surprised he had even agreed to join the other smaller breeds on this journey. The Putti had expected the Imp to stubbornly go his own way. Now that they had made it, he predicted that would be the case. The Imp going off on his own, probably with a few of his own kind following behind for company.

Aiolos shook his head. The Imp would need to learn to put that aside. This new world promised many new creatures. He wondered what had made the orange stallion the way he was. Must have been something important. But soon decided he wasn't that interested in knowing.

His own history wasn't as exciting. At least not to him. His father had reigned before him. He kept a very cheerful and happy demeanor his entire life. Aiolos had been raised more by his father's advisers than the leader himself. He was always too busy mingling and having a good time to bother with his son. Thus the colt had grown up so much more different than his father. Aiolos didn't like the noise of the herd under his father's care. This wasn't to say he disliked any bit of socializing. He just didn't see it necessary to carry on that way all the time. Sure, it was important to keep your herd happy. So was knowing when to calm down. When to be serious. His father seemed to lack that inner voice that told him when to calm down.

Under Aoilos' command, the Putti still had fun. He never wanted to squash all enjoyment altogether when he stepped up to the throne. Most of the arrangements were left to officials. He would make his appearances for a while before leaving for a more secluded area to think. The social interactions tired him out so much.

Much like now. Being around so many strange mini was enough for him for a very long time. He craved a rest. He craved the dark quiet of night.

The beads on his headdress danced together as Aiolos lifted his head to check the direction of the sun. Still too early. It wouldn't set for a while, yet. Even than, he was sure the herds would be celebrating their victory. It was a special occasion, after all. He didn't blame them. Perhaps he could find a quiet spot before they started. It looked like the other leaders were relaxing from their duties, already. It wouldn't hurt if he did the same. They could watch the others while he was gone. He supposed he could trust them with that. For his Putti, he knew it wouldn't be as good as having him command them. They would have to live with it for now.

Slipping away, he disappeared through a bush, hearing the soft trickle of water reach his ears. A waterfall. How utterly calming.

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Username: Bardess Ookami
Putti's Name: Cyli
Prompt Response: Cyli was cyrious. Err... Serious. He hadn't always been. As a foal, he had been carefree and as Silly as his name sounded. He was as close as a foal could be to being kitten awkward, filled with that same awe and wonder about the world. Cyli had been the third basket of the previous Putti leader. His brother was being groomed to be the next leader of the minis, and his sister, much to her eternal dismay, was the back up. So Cyli? He was free. He got to be a foal and enjoy and dance and play. But always he felt badly for his brother and sister, in their lessons, with their long faces. But what could he do? Leaders had to be serious. Had to be strong and knowledgeable and confident. Sitting in with his siblings, or listening to them recite their lessons, Cyli learned just how little he himself knew. He tried to help them sometimes, but it was hard to stay serious, because when it came to his siblings and him, some one always got loud. They might argue, or laugh or exclaim, but the three of them were the hot buttons for each other, and for Cyli, when some one got loud, he just had to laugh. It was great for diffusing fights, because if he got loud himself, it tickled him so much that he couldn't be angry anymore. The world was golden and wonderful.

Then the time came for the Puttis to lead their people out into the wider world. Cyli wa so excited that he bounced around every meeting, all but begging to be included, though he couldn't sit still. He knew the plans as well as anyone else. He was so excited. The only thing he didn't know, was his place in it. His mother was the old leader and she was staying back with any of the minis who didn't want to risk it, who would take their chances with the dangers that they knew. Cyli didn't know if he would be going with his brother and sister or staying with his parents. Either way he knew his heard would break. Still, he wanted to go, to have the adventure. He wasn't leader; if it got too bd, he could always come back.

The night before they were supposed to leave, Cyli still didn't know his place in the plans, and was getting nervous. When his parents called him for a family meeting, he expected to finally be told. When he got there, however, his sister looked annoyed and his brother looked... amused. Not what he expected from the day before a mass exodus.

His world was turned on it's ear, that night.His sister, he was told, had been a little too celebratory in preparation for the move and was going absolutely nowhere until she had her baskets. Her role had been to take the more distant parts of their herd and keep them moving with the main mass. That would be Cyli's job, and he would be his brother's second in command. It was as if the Puttis were another herd of minis and he would be their leader reporting to his brother who was in charge of all the herds.

Cyli was in shock. He hadn't been raised for this, and he most certainly didn't act like a leader. He was more the type to bounce and frolic then to stand still looking serious. He was known in their family or yelping randomly, just because the noise amused him. He tried convincing his parents that they should find some one else. He pointed put that he hadn't taken the same lessons as his siblings, they pointed out he more or less had and proved it by testing him. Every argument he made they turned around on him. But they couldn't deny, he was sure, that he was far too excitable and hyper to lead. His brother just smiled, however, "A leader who is too rigid is a recipe for a tyrant or a dictator. A leader on this mission needs to be able to react to the Imps without getting too angry," he began.

"They don't mean any harm!" Cyli protested. He had a lot of Imp friends, and he knew that some of the other minis saw their mischievousness as something less then pleasant.

"Some one who can understand the Nixi's need for play," his brother continued.

"Well, yeah, duh," Cyli said. "Even YOU need to soak your head sometimes! Everyone needs to blow off steam now again, or else they'll always be angry all the time and snap at Soqs who did nothing wrong."

"Some one who can gossip with the Pixis...."

"They're fun to talk with!" Cyli all but squeaked.

"Some one unafraid to match wits with the Quilins," the brother continued mercilessly.

"They're full of interesting things, and they know the best games! One of them saw these two leggers playing this game with a board of squares that was supposed to be a map or something."

"Some one who sees the craft of the nymphs as having actual value..."

"OF COURSE IT HAS VALUE!" Cyli protested, then burst out giggling at how his voice cracked. His voice always cracked when he got loud, and it was hilarious. Once he calmed down, he continued, more softly. "They make some of the most awesome things ever!"

"Some one who understands the minicorns..."

Cyli rolled his eyes. "Like that's so hard?"

"So... why exactly can't you be a leader?" his father asked, speaking again for the first time in a while.

"Wait... what?" Cyli asked, confused. Somehow, the next thing he knew, he was agreeing to leading under his brother, still not sure how in the world that had happened.

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The next morning, a whimper woke Cyli. He opened an eye to the sky, then rolled his head to see his brother. HE scrambled to his feet then slammed a hoof down on the tail of the snake coiled around the foreleg of the new leader. Cyli helped his brother up, but the leg wouldn't support him. They called for a healer, but there was no time. Serrus, Cyli's brother, was due to meet with the other leaders in an hour to get the herds moving. There was no time to wait for the wound to heal. The healer said that he would be alright, but taking the venom out wouldn't be easy. Or fast. Cyli wanted to stay with his brother, but his mother kissed him, gave him his hair clip and lovingly but firmly shoved him away from the family. He was to go in his brother's place!

The closed meetings with the other leaders were among the few Cyli had not been allowed to attend, so few if any of them knew him in more then passing. He was an after thought, a footnote attached to his siblings. Hoof note? He had no clue how he'd explain this, and he knew, he just knew they'd all laugh at him, send him away. Then where would the herd be? They needed to be unified if this was to succeed, each group doing what they specialized in best. If they fractured now, it would be a disaster. He had to find a way to convince them all to wait until Serrus was better!

When Cyli got to the meeting place, some of the others were still there, And not just the leaders, but their aides de camp as well. The Imp Leader's right hoof was arguing with a companion of the Quinlyn leaders. Cyli stepped between them and calmed them down as best he could as fast as he could. What would Serrus do, he kept asking himself. Then the Pixie contingent showed up. In force. This was supposed to be a leader's meeting, so why were there so many fluttering pixies chattering? Too many! What would Serrus do? Cyli had no clue, so he did what felt right. He whispered to the nearest Pixie that two familiars were having a feud a stones throw away over which one of them had rights over his sister's soon to be foals. Within moments there were far fewer pixies. Then a Nymph was upset because a minicorn had accidentally trampled her powder box. He helped her put it back together. He was so busy trying to put out emotional fires caused by everyone being nervous over this step that he wasn't able to tell them that he wasn't his brother for over an hour. Finally they all started to quiet, all looking in the same direction.

Cyli sighed in relief. His brother must have shown up after all. Just in time, he needed a rescue. This referee thing was exhausting. He glanced behind him to where the others were all looking but... no one was there. That made no sense. He looked back at them all. What was with them, acting like Serrus was there?

"Well, Serrus?" one of the aides asked.

Cyli glanced back again, confused, then blinked. They were talking to him! He glanced down at his pale blue cloudy body. As foals he and his brother had looked so alike that their parents gave him a hair ornament to wear to differentiate them. Around the other Puttis, everyone knew the family so well that he had forgotten he could be mistaken for Serrus. What would Serrus do?

Calm, cool, collected, explain everything, be reasonable. That was what his brother would do. Cyli took a deep breath, then spoke. "I am not Serrus. He was bit by a snake and is recovering, but it will take three weeks."

"Whoa! Great joke!" an Imp called out.

"Funny," A Pixie agreed.

"This is hardly the time for it," some one else said.

"It's no joke," Cyli said. "I am Not Serrus, I am his brother. I am Cyl..." he stopped himself. they already weren't taking him seriously. Was he really going to get up here and tell them all he was silly? That would take too long to explain. Cyl. Actually, he kind of liked that. Cyl. "Serrus is injured, as I said, but he will be well soon. So all we have to do is postpone the journey until then."

"Uh no. You're going to lead us and we're going to go. We're all ready now, we can't postpone this. So you fill your brother's horseshoes, or my herd is going alone," one of the leaders said.

The others starting to voice similar strains of agreement. He couldn't just let them go on their own! That would be disaster! The herds had to be united! What would Serrus do? Cyli sighed, he knew exactly what Serrus would do.

"Alright," Cyli said softly. "I will lead you, as my brother would have." Exactly as he would have. Quiet, calm, seriously Serrus. "Until we find a place to put down roots, then I will find another leader for the Puttis and I get to go back to just being me."

"You get us all somewhere we can be safe and home at the same time, and you can be a ring tailed lemur after, for all I care," one of the leaders told him. Others seemed to agree.

Fine. Then he would do just that. He'd lead them as long as they needed a leader. He'd be like his brother, be what they needed. He'd make sure to stay quiet and soft spoken so that he would remember hos vow, so that he wouldn't burst out into random fits of laughter. But when they were safe and settled... he would stop being Cyl and be Cyli again.

Of course.... after being Cyl so long, part of him will always be Cyl, and his work...? Never done until he has a foal to groom as leader. After all, that's what Cyl would do.