Bayou KelpiesAsarlaíName: Asarlaí
Name Meaning: "Sorcerer" in Old Irish
Gender: Stallion
Color: Graying Black Brindle
Height: 18.1 Hands
Age: 10 Years
Personality:Asarlaí is a private creature, who desires to be alone most of his days, and has great apathy towards the human race. He finds foals frustrating and rather annoying, and so has not found a mate of his own... (yet). He spends much of his time pondering questions or obscure ideas in the midst of the swamp he calls home. He loves anything shiny or pretty, and he considers this love of pretty things as his greatest weakness. Due to his constant wondering and studying of the stars and skies, he is rather introspective and, on the rare occasion that he meets other Kelpies, will carefully dish out some advice on a matter.
Despite his mysterious and rather withdrawn personality, he is not a cruel Kelpie, and though he dislikes humans and acts as though foals are incredibly annoying, he has a softer side he does not often reveal.
Extras:Likes: Semi-precious Stones, Fog, Evenings, Stars, Quiet, Cloudy Days
Dislikes: Ruckus, Foals (At least for now!), Bright Sunlight, Open Spaces
Favourite thing to do and why: Asarlaí loves stargazing and wondering about what lies beyond them. While he also loves mixing plants for poultices, gazing at the stars is always his favorite.
Favourite time of day and why: The moments right between sundown and nighttime- while he loves the night, and the dawn, his all time favorite moments of the day is evening. The quiet solace of dusk, with its muted tones of gray, lavender, blue, and the last hints of red and orange from the sun's last grasping rays. This is when you will- if you are brave and extremely lucky- might catch a glimpse of his camouflaged hide amid the grasses and bare trees.
Favourite place to be and why: His hollow in the depths of the bayou, surrounded by old cedar trees that are covered with garlands of Spanish moss. There he has a nest of trampled swamp grasses and the down of birds that he has painstakingly gathered from the bushes of the bayou, along with another soft level of cushioning moss. There he can take solace in merely his own company, and star at the stars that appear in the gaps of the branches overhead.
Song title that best describes them: Loch Lomond- An old Scottish folk song that sings of a secluded loch (or lake) far up in the highland hills, quiet and peaceful, with a very mournful tone. I think this suits his quiet and hermit-like personality, as well as his rather sad ponderings over past and future.
Offspring:Art:Story:The rolling clouds of silvery gray rolled across the midnight cloth of the sky, with the tiny pinprick lights of the stars above providing the only light along with the glowing pearl of the moon. The claws of branches scratched up at the sky, trying to rake down the stars for the souls living below their spreading ceiling of branches.
The striped pelt of the large creature, imbued with grace far beyond his bulk, was disappearing into the dusky tones of his background. The scenery around him was melancholy and lonesome, but the gloom did nothing to dampen his spirits. He was completely calm, surrounded by the peace and quiet of his secluded swamp. It was not only his home, but his sanctuary from the ruckus of life and community. He did not despise his species, but he found that his mind was clearer and sharper when it came to being on his own.
He could fend for himself, and that was all he needed. His mane waved a bit in the faint swamp wind, his striped lashes fluttering over his intensely blue eyes. His skull-marked face glowed eerily in the gloomy evening, as he stared around in the empty space of his home. Was his life empty because his home was empty? Or was he enriched by empty space? The striking stallion paused at these thoughts, swishing his dark tail. He was happy, no? How did one define happiness though? He was content, for sure, but sometimes he puzzled if having someone near him would be better. Would that truly bring him joy?
The handsome loner snorted and stepped away, with light prancing steps, carefully moving amongst the puddles and spongy ground, as the moon hung low in the sky.
By Me, Adoption Piece.Rodion
Name: Rodion
Name Meaning: "Song of a Warrior"- Russian form of Herod
Gender: Stallion
Color: Liver Chestnut Roan Extended Blanket Appaloosa
Height: 17.3 Hands
Age: 7 Years
Personality: Stoic and quiet, Rodion is a serious stallion, dedicated to the protection of others, in his own quiet manner. He is very gentle, but can seem rather awkward around other Kelpies- he is unsure of how to handle himself with them, but wishes for them to like him. He likes foals especially, though he seems worried of harming them.
Extras:Offspring:Art:Anwarünya
Name: Anwarünya
Name Meaning: Elven Name.
Gender: Filly
Color: Golden Grullo Sabino
Height: Age: Newborn
Personality:Extras:Offspring:Art: