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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2021 9:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2021 10:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2021 7:11 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2021 9:03 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2021 11:42 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2021 12:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2021 12:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2021 1:14 pm
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The Boys Are Back In Town
Name: Uta
Prefs: 3,1, 2
Pony Name: Windstrike
Meaning: Looking at the names of WoW wind serpents there was a range between cultural names and names that seem based on traits. His name is based on the latter.
Desired Rank: Hunter
Personality: Windstrike is known to be quiet, and perhaps, a bit aloof. Where he will open up to those in the herd, or when his counsel is sought in particularly, for the most part Windstrike focuses on his duty, always looking to help protect and aid the herd. He's an older serpent, not young in years, but still well in his prime. There's a deep protectiveness that runs in his blood, especially given their small numbers, and he is more than ready to contribute to the safety and security of each and every member.
For those who get past his aloof and watchful nature, they will find a serpent who can be gentle and caring, for all that he's known to be fierce and rough around the edges. He has a particular soft spot for the foals of the herd, or those who are injured or invalids.
His ideals are rooted in traditionalism and he is proud of the Wind Serpent culture and religion. That said, the scars he wears, are reminders of the folly of their past; internal strife tore them apart, and that history must be remembered--no matter how difficult. He might sound like a broken record, especially to any future youth, purism, and traditionalism, but his intentions are well-meaning; their numbers are dangerously low, and Windstrike wants only for the small herd to succeed.
History: Windstrike remembers the good old days--or at least, what should have been the good old days. He remembered when the herd had been stronger, larger, and more united, he remembers the pride of the families and clans that fought and killed one another; he remembers being a fierce warrior and taking down his share of serpents; and he remembers the great calamity. But hindsight is 20/20 and Windstrike can now see how foolishly pride shattered a once strong herd. Perhaps had they not been born into war, they could have survived--but having been so broken, when the Calamity struck, they were doomed.
For Windstrike, the war and the great Calamity brought great personal loss. His beloved mate and children did not make it out alive -- some from the war, the rest from the calamity. It was a devastating loss that Windstrike can barely think of, even after all this time.
For many years, Windstrike wandered alone. He kept to himself, living in caves, and secluded territory--he could not return to the desert, the weight of his mate's loss heavy on his shoulders, and that of his children. For years, he wished death might strike him down--but pride kept him alive. His mate wouldn't have suffered a coward, after all--so he carried on with little purpose, and little desire to find others. For why should he? Had he not spilled the blood of many serpents in the past? Would they not wish to spill his in turn?
It was with great surprise that Windstrike eventually heard rumors of serpent's within the jungles of the Kawani. Time had dulled the war cries of the past, and a curiosity compelled him to move towards the jungles. He was an old, rugged stallion--if he were to be killed, or turned upon, at least it would be among his own kind. Much to his surprise, the group was small, and he was accepted into their ranks as a hunter--which was more than fine for him. He was old and stiff with age--let those younger than he guard and protect; he would ensure they would all at least be able to feast.
RP Response:
Windstrike moved quietly through the jungles, dragging a very dead wild boar back to the nests. Hunting in the jungles was different than hunting in the desert, and his life here was far different than from what it had been before. The scars on his body was proof of his resilience, but there were some scars that would never heal and never be seen; his hearts ached for those he had lost...but they also ached in other ways.
Now that he was among kin, what might the future hold?
Would there be others who would find them and join them? Would there be familiar faces of friends he long assumed dead? And would those that sought them out hold on to the traditions of a dying breed? Could they make it? They had to make it... Their numbers were small, but they surely could be, and would be, resilient. Hadn't they all survived after all that time?
His tail tip twisted thoughtfully as he continued toward the herdlands. The only way to survive was to band together to protect their home, find those lost --for surely there were others--, and.... watch their numbers grow. That would mean taking on a new mate, and having children once more--assuming the gods were willing. Was it too late for him? Perhaps... but he would do his duty, even if his hearts weren't in it. For surely, there could be none he loved more than the one he had lost.
But love wasn't a requirement to have children, and even if he was not blessed again with such a joy, he could support those that would inevitably be born. Better yet, he would help ensure they all knew not to fall down the folly of pride, bitterness, and war like he had had grown up in. No. They would all do better this time... and give those who were born something he never had -- hope for a better tomorrow. Yes, this was something he would ensure, no matter if the foals were his or another's. He would help ensure the herd continued to grow... and do his part, however small, to ensure they all survived--together. |
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2021 1:40 pm
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The Boys Are Back In Town
Name: Fea Line
Prefs: 3, 2, 1
Pony Name: Ionis
Meaning: (name of a windserpant in WoW)
Desired Rank: Protector/Head Guard (or just hunter if not)
Personality: Stoic, calculating, fatherly.
History: Part of a small cluster of what was left of his like-minded tribe. He had failed in protecting all of them, but was determined to keep the last of his band alive. When he met up fellow wind-serpents, he knew it was his chance to start over and hopefully redeem himself.
RP Response: (Chosen prompt 3 with a touch of prompt 2)
Ionis walked the main pathway, hooves clanking against its stone steps. as his tail scraped heavily behind him. He let out a slow breath, ears alert for the sound of predators. His wings shifted before settling on his back as he paused at the circle in his journey. A small smile spread across his muzzle as he watched a few foals play, practicing their threat postures or just being silly.
It had been so long since he had seen foals running about....
The thought made him scowl and he quickly shook it from his mind. He had failed to keep his previous tribe safe, not only had he lost his fellow protectors, friends and family, but he had lost his home. He'd be damned to the hells and back again if he let that happen again here. Not on his watch. He would prove it to them, to Zosime, to the foals prancing about below him. If it took every last scale on his body or breath from his lungs, he'd make sure they'd endure.
He had begun to continue his patrol when one of the foals called out to him, causing him to stop, glancing over his shoulder.
'Ionis! Can we come too?!' they called.
He managed a soft chuckle, raising his tail to drape it over the young foal's head as it drew near. "Not yet little one. You must stay here, where it's safe." he chided, though softly.
The foal dropped, a frown quickly adapting over its face. This caused Ionis to sigh. Foals always tugged at his heart strings so. Shaking his head, he sighed, but smiled. "Prove to me that you are strong enough to accompany me, and perhaps, in a few months once you've grown more.... I can show you some tricks." he promised, watching the foal's features light up.
'Oh boy! I'm going to get really strong!' the foal excitedly exclaimed, scampering back down into the circle with the others where it flared its wings and let out a silly but meaningful 'roar.'
Ionis chuckled again. Ah youth, no care in the world at this stage except when the next meal or playtime was. If only he could have seen his own foals grow.
The pang in his heart came with a grunt and he steeled himself, pressing his wings against his sides as he pressed onward. He had more boundaries to check while what little daylight that peered through the jungle's overgrowth was strong. |
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2021 3:41 pm
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The Boys Are Back In Town
Name: Artymus
Prefs: 3, 2, 1
Pony Name: Thorntalon
Meaning: Inspired by Wind Serpent names in WoW
Desired Rank: Guard
Personality: Thorntalon is very solemn. He takes his role in the herd very seriously, having made a vow to protect the foals, and ensure their survival. Being witness to the Calamity has made him serious in nature. He will not shirk his responsibilities, and takes great pride in a job well done, whatever that may be.
History: He'd been there, little more than a colt, when the Calamity happened, scattering the two tribes. He, like others, was able to flee. Thorntalon wandered for so very long, beholding many things, before eventually finding the jungle ruins they now call home. He had been lonely, hoping for all this time to find someone, anyone else who had survived.
RP Response:
Thorntalon had been wandering for so long, he wasn't even sure if he, himself, knew just how long his journey had been. He'd seen a great many things in that time, though. He'd seen mountains taller than he ever thought possible, great and mighty rivers with currents strong enough to pull even the strongest under, and lush green meadows full of brightly colored flowers. Now, he followed news of others who looked like him, other Wind Serpents, supposedly living deep in the jungle. He had to find them, had to know if the rumors were true. All of his loneliness, all of his homesickness, it would all be worth it if this place, these others, truly existed. He'd vowed to himself that if they were here in the jungle, that he would make it his mission to help raise and protect future generations. It was up to he, and any others he found, to help rebuild their once-great herd, and he would do everything he could to accomplish this goal.
Having searched for weeks, perhaps months lost in the jungle, Thorntalon had almost given up more than once. But then, while he had been hunting, he caught a vaguely familiar scent. It had reminded him of his home in the desert, and had renewed his drive to find his brethren. Thorntalon had followed the faint scent, eventually making his way to some very, very old ruins. Ancient, even. He sensed a presence in this place, as if eyes were on him, watching his every move. He shouldn't be surprised, he reminded himself. After all, he'd be wary of anyone who came this deep into the jungle as well. Having a sentry or two was normal.
He stood a ways back from the ruins, unsure of who, or what, could be waiting to defend them. Suddenly, he heard the unmistakable click of hooves on stone. Thorntalon strained his eyes to look through the mist, and faintly, he could make out the feathered heads that had been so familiar to him before. He'd found them! Finally, after all this time, he found them! His heart swelled with so many emotions, he almost couldn't contain himself. Calling a greeting, Thorntalon strode forward to make himself known to these other Wind Serpents, and hopefully be accepted into their fold. |
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2021 4:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2021 4:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2021 6:55 pm
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The Boys Are Back In Town
Name: stormflower
Prefs: 3, 2, 1
Pony Name: Sarpa’Ketu (probably would be called Ketu as a nickname)
Meaning: Sarpa is Sanskrit for snake and Ketu is said to represent the tail of Sarpa(Rahu the head) and stands for the might and will to overcome things, also called Moksha. (Rahu shows the unlimited want, hunger, and chaos)- found this all fascinating and could lead to inspire for later plots and things.
Desired Rank: Hunter most likely
Personality: Reserved at first especially after having been searching and traveling(assumed alone for the purposes of this contest). He is used to doing things on his own but he will do to the benefit of others especially his family/herd, they mean everything to him. It may be hard for him to show his emotions outwardly so the best way he can do that is to make sure they are provided for and protected to the best of his abilities.
History: Sarpa was only a young foal of the Noxious Reaper clan in days of old but he wasn’t a fan of the feud and rift between his clan and the Wind serpents. He was too young to understand then but after the great Calamity separated them he was forced to raise himself and he was left to dwell on it and the less he liked what he knew. He grew to think it was nonsensical and a waste of resources and energy and life. Useless bloodshed. When the great earth shake happened though everyone was strewn to all four corners and more life was lost, he eventually saw it as a sign from the greater power that the bloodshed had been too much and they should’ve joined back together as one long ago. He went in search then for his brothers and his sisters.
RP Response: (Option 1)
Sarpa’Ketu had grown weary, not that a passing stranger or his own mother would be able to see this by looking at him. He remained astute and resolved that he must never show weakness even if he thought himself alone.
Traveling for so long from the calamity ravaged dessert he finally made it to a strange land that had a vast array of terrain amongst its borders, Soquili they called it. But, he was headed to a jungle and vastly humid area that it seemed most in his travels deemed themselves to avoid.
Why this area though, normally he may have gone elsewhere but after arriving he was bartering some rare dessert fruit he came across before crossing into the area for some local fruit and fresh water that he desperately needed.
It was at this time after bidding farewell that the natives of Soquili made mention he looked like he belonged to those rumored to be of this Jungle region but it was all just words, rumors. Still, that’s why he traveled and searched and came all this way to find others that sought refuge after the calamity. He followed the rumors and conversed with more ‘folk’ than ever before in his life to arrive on the edge of the Jungle. He entered slowly on full alert, in his heart he felt he was in the right place.
He ventured deep through twisting vines. The air was thick and it started to rain. He came upon old ruins of some kind and stopped, he felt like he was being watched but the rain came down harder. He looked through the thickness and saw a darker shadow move, his eyes widened and for the first time in his life a smile spread on his face. If only for a split second his emotions broke through. His face returned to its stillness as he looked to the canopy of the trees at the falling rain and said, “I’m Home.” |
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