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Ajanta the Record-Keeper Crew
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 Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 9:17 pm
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 12:55 am
Welcome!
Breeding Priorities:
~RP Info!~ Name - Gender - RP ColorDigitalia- Female- Purple
Current RP Status:
Breeding Status: Open Lemona- Female- Sienna
Current RP Status:
Current Breeding Status: Bred once...OpenHecktor- Male- Red
Next RP Status:
Breeding Status: Open. Lifemate onlyLogic- Male- blue
Current RP Status: Open
Current Breeding Status: Open Bast- Female - Gold
Current RP Status:
Breeding Status: Open for Lifemate Aughra- Female- Brown
Current RP Status: Open
Current Breeding Status: Open Siliniez- Male- forest green
Current RP Status: Open
Current Breeding Status: Open Solis - Male- Orange
Current RP Status: Open
Current Breeding Status: OpenFamiliars:FizGig- Male- Magenta
Current RP Status: open for night time rp Notus- Male-
Current RP Status: with Hecktor
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 1:04 am
 Name: Digitalia
Origin/Meaning: Digitalis is the latin name for the genus of foxglove
Nickname: Talia (prefers over Digitalia) Digi (for those close to her)
Birthday: 28th of Dryearth (07-28-09)
Temperament: Proud, strong, and stubborn. She is quick to startle and usually ready to fight if need be. She needs a balance of freedom and security. She trusts Kirin above all other creatures. She is usually quick to warm up to most Kirin and will hold a loyal friendship if the Kirin are good in spirit.
Type: Wild
Diet: Omnivore
~Family Tree~
Mate: None
Offspring: None
~Social~
Herd Status: Pending
Friends: Yanagi
Acquaintances:
Adversaries:
Enemies: Humans
~History~
RP Text Color: purple
Acquired: Fel Custom
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 1:10 am
RP Status: Open
RP Log:
Startle
RP History
Backstory: Digitalia had noticed a rogue buck that had been following her herd for awhile watching her. She decided she wanted to play a game with him. This was the first time a stallion had noticed her. She had just come of age and most the stallions in the herd were either related to her or off chasing other mares’ tails. She felt enamored and giddy but didn’t want to just run off with any stallion. The excitement in her reminded her of when she she was chased by the other foals during games.
She looked at the stallion, he was a beautiful gray color with dark flecks over most of his body, he almost be mistaken for a rock. She took off in a gallop hoping he would give chase. She ran with the wind rushing through her mane, loving the feeling…she could hear the stallion galloping behind her. She ran faster with a destination in mind, a flower patch of foxgloves and paintbrush that she loved to go to when she wanted to disappear, one of the only places where she could actually blend in.
When she got there she stopped at the edge of the patch looking to see where the stallion was. For the life of her she could not see him, she didn’t think she had run that far ahead. Maybe he was hiding? She spent some time checking out the boulder group just to the west of her, but was too far away to really distinguish if he was there. She went to move closer when a rope fell around her neck. Confused, she went to turn around and the rope tightened and pulled her down and three upright creatures jumped on her and started fastening ropes around her legs. What the hell was going on she started kicking as best as she could but the rope at her neck was starting to burn and it was making it hard to breathe. She did manage to kick one of the creatures in the face but the other two were quick to finish the job of securing her legs. The creatures than moved off and she tried struggling to free herself to no avail. All of a sudden she was lurched towards where the creatures went and started being dragged away. As she was being dragged off she looked back towards where she had come and saw the gray stallion standing in the distance with fear in his eyes. Her heart flamed with both anger and sadness as she watched the stallion disappear.
The day turned into night and night into day. Two sun circles had passed and Digitalia was still being dragged on the ground. She was really sore now; she could feel the bruises and welts all over her body. She didn’t know what was going to happen. Were they going to eat her? Whatever they were going to do it was not going to be nice. She was exhausted but also filled with hatred for these creatures.
They finally came to a stop and she could hear several more of the creatures and smell the ocean nearby. How far had they come she wondered? The creatures approached her with a bowl of water and some hay. They slowly untied her legs but kept the noose around the neck. She wasn’t quite sure what to do but she was starving and very thirsty so she greedily ate and drank as much as she could. She felt weak and wasn’t sure how much of a fight should could make especially with so many of them around.
She noticed that there were other Kirin around her most of them looked in worse shape them her. Others actually had the creatures mounted on them and some were pulling strange carts. It looked like they were going to be here for awhile. She decided she would wait before trying to make a run for it; she was too weak and tired. She lay down and watching the creatures and was soon asleep.
When she awoke it was night time. She looked around and noticed that not very many of the creatures were around. She stood up. After sleeping she felt a little stronger. She lightly tugged on the rope around her neck, it was tied to something. She tugged it again and noticed it was tied to one of the strange carts. She walked over to the cart quietly, the creatures didn’t notice her. She tried chewing the rope she was only able to fray it a little. She moved her horn down to it to cut with and the rope started to come apart as she worked at it. She had always been thankful for her sharp horn unlike most Kirin she knew, it had always proven quite useful and she thanked her life for it at this moment.
Just as she freed herself she heard one of the creatures running towards her. Her rage now started to consume her and she ran full speed towards him with her horn down. He tried to move out of her way but her horn went through his shoulder. She pulled out and he fell to the ground. Others started running towards her, she met one and threw her hoofs up and then down on his chest, she heard a cracking sound and jumped over him. One last creature stood in her way before she was out of their camp. This one had another noose. He tossed it at her and caught her horn, but she charged and scraped his face with her horn and then stabbed him in the stomach. She gave him one finally kick and then galloped off to her freedom.
She ran as fast as she could for as long as she could. When she stopped she listened carefully but heard no sounds of the creatures. She continued to walk for hours and after awhile found some caves to take shelter in.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 1:12 am
 Name: Lemona
Origin/Meaning: just a play off lemon...her sweet was a lemon dimple
Nickname:
Birthday:
Temperament: Shy and gets quite nervous around other Kirin. She really just wants to be accepted and will do most anything to get others to like her.
Type: Wild Familiar Raised
Diet: Sylrin
~Family Tree~
Mate: Odin -- fling?
Offspring: 1st born 2nd Born
~Social~
Herd Status: n/a
Friends: Odin, Nemesis
Acquaintances:
Adversaries: n/a
Enemies: n/a
~History~
Old Pictures:egg foal Adult Pregnant
RP Text Color: Sienna
Acquired: Sweets event newbie flaffle
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 1:13 am
RP Status: Open
RP Log:
Gold in the Meadow First Frost
RP History: Her egg was left in a next with two other eggs, but she was the only one that hatched. When she hatched she found that FizGig who came to the nest at night had been taking care of the eggs. FizGig overjoyed with the hatching of Lemona brought her several soft plants to eat and kept her warm at night. FizGig has continued to watch over Lemona at night and sleep with her during the day. Lemona has often stalked kirin when she has seen them, but has always stayed in the background to scared to be a part of kirin life.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 1:15 am
 Name: Fizgig
Origin/Meaning: made up
Nickname:
Gender: male
Age:
Type:
Temperament: curious, caring
~Family Tree~
Master: Lemona
Mate: none
Offspring: none
~Social~
Friends:
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Adversaries:
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~History~
RP Text Color: magenta
Acquired: mass familiar flatsale
RP History: FizGig is a quirky little guy and one night he found a kirin nest and decided to take care of the eggs. He had always wanted a kirin master. It was an admirable thing...plus one could travel far while sleeping. So he saw this as his opportunity and ended up with Lemona.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 1:18 am
 Name: Hektor
Origin/Meaning: From the Iliad, the Trojans foremost Hero
Nickname:
Gender: male
Temperament: He feels best when he is serving others in a protection role. He is extremely loyal, fair, and just. He has compassion for all creatures, but was trained for fighting and that is usually willing to use strength to master those who challenge him.
Type: War Mount
Diet: Sylrin
~Family Tree~
Mate: none
Offspring: none
~Social~
Herd Status: n/a
Friends: Champange, Kireina
Acquaintances: n/a
Adversaries: n/a
Enemies: n/a
~History~
RP Text Color: Red
Acquired: Naturals event raffle
Pictures: with Notus
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 1:20 am
RP Status: Open for short RP encounters
RP Logs:
Beaches and Stallions and Mares, Oh My! (Fin)
Hektor's Wine (Fin)
RP History: Hecktor was an egg captured with his mother by humans. He was raised by humans as a prized war stallion. He was a champion kirin and was bred to many mares. He has seen many human wars and has been back and forth between the Aerithe and human worlds with his master. It was during one of the trips to Aerithe that a battle ensued and his Master was killed. After the battle he found himself distraught and ran to the coast where he could be alone and pine for the loss of his Master. This is how his journey in Aerithe starts.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 1:24 am
 Name: Notus
Origin/Meaning:
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Gender: male
Age:
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~Family Tree~
Master: Hektor
Mate: none
Offspring: none
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Friends:
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Adversaries:
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~History~
RP Text Color: darkred
Acquired:familiar flaffle
RP History: Notus saw Hecktor's shiny rubies and became obsessed with them. He follows Hecktor everywhere and makes sure the rubies stay shiny along with all the other shinnies Hecktor has. Notus loves shiny things and make sure Hecktor's mantle stays pretty.
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 1:26 am
Open For Breeding
Name: Logic
Origin/Meaning:
Birthday:
Temperament: Serious
Type:
Diet:
~Family Tree~
Mate: None
Offspring: None
~Social~
Herd Status:
Friends:
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~History~
RP Text Color: blue
Acquired: Flatsale
Old Pics:
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 1:30 am
RP Status: Open
RP Logs:
RP History:
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 1:31 am
 Open for Breeding with Plottage
Name: Bast
Origin/Meaning: Egyptian Cat Goddess associated with the sun and war
Birthday: 27th of Snowcress
Temperament: Wise, Spiritual, Aloof
Type: Wild
Diet: Pyrin
~Family Tree~
Mate: None
Offspring: None
~Social~
Herd Status:
Friends: Oceana
Acquaintances:
Adversaries:
Enemies:
~History~
RP Text Color: gold
Acquired: Agneza Custom
Old Pics: Uncert
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2012 1:34 am
RP Status: Open for plotting...would like to be part of a feline herd eventually
RP Logs: Is there life beyond the horizon? Part 2
RP History:
It had been decided when Bast was born that she would live the path of the shaman. Being born by a shamanic mother she could be raised in the ways, skills and practices expected. It was traditional for the mares to be shaman. However it also meant that when she was of age she would have to leave her herd to go on a shadow walk and than find her own path in life not being allowed to come back to her herd.
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