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βπππ Saulains (means "sunshadow" in Latvian)
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The fighting had begun only a few months prior when the courageous warrior known as Kelita lost her life in the battle. She was apart of the horse herds and has grown up in her species' beautiful homeland of Albarari. Kelita was a fighter from the moment she was born, up and on her hooves within minutes of hatching. She was the daughter of no one in particular, she had no royal blood in her veins, but she was determined to bring herself up in society. She spent most of her foalhood learning everything she could, determined to make herself more than "one of the horses". By adulthood she was skilled in fighting and healing, but spent more time learning to fight because it was something unexpected of mares. It was always the stallions who fought and ruled. She wanted to be a ruler too, she didn't want to continuously have foals for the rest of her life. She wanted to be different. Kelita won the hearts of many young stallions in the bachelor herd and broke just as many as she won. She had no interest in mates. When the war broke out Kelita's horse herd was called upon to fight. She eagerly plunged herself into battle, with no mercy. Each step she took was for herself and no one else. It was not until she found a young colt trapped among the fighting equines that she had a change of heart. She guided that young colt out of the thrashing hooves and pointed, glowing horns. She found a large hollow tree trunk and told him to hide there and that she would come back for him.
Kelita had fought many an equine by now, horses like herself, a pegasus with powerful wings and the ability of flight, and unicorns,
who had the ability to fight with magic as well as their hooves. Kelita always came out on top, and she was determined to best her feelings and not think about the colt she had left behind.
Of course it was not until after the fighting that she gave in and found the colt. Through the wars she raised him, he was already weaned when found but became his best friend. Kelita learned that his name was Sarlo. Sarlo was a horse like her, and he was clingy, constantly shadowing her as he grew up.
Kelita was a fearsome warrior in the battles, besting nearly any enemy she fought, and was a valuable warrior to any army. Eventually Sarlo matured and gave Kelita a young daughter. Kelita and Sarlo's daughter Selita was born in the midst of the fighting.
Kelita died as she had lived, flinging her life into battle as one of the most ferocious mare warriors of all time. She left behind a tiny daughter, who is Saulains's great granddam. The legacy of this brave mare will be preserved in Saulains himself and all of the foals he sires. Kelita was a valiant warrior in the war and Saulains promised himself he would do his very best to be just like her.
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A bold stallion, Saulains is always finding ways to show off or act courageous. He's quite full of himself, often causing situations just to solve them and impress the mares. He doesn't do much leading per say, he rather spends his time fooling around and is not afraid of the way he looks to anyone else. Despite this he does have a sense of loyalty and will fight to the death to stay with the mares in his herd. He's quite playful and loves younger horses, usually the lead mare has to step up and actually lead because he's too busy playing with the foals.
Saulains is always one for jokes and pranks, he enjoys a good laugh now or then. He can usually be found pranking some poor mare,
and even though his jokes aren't always appreciated, usually they get a laugh. Saulains isn't a very supportive character, he can be a bit selfish and may sometimes think of himself above the rest of his herd. He only does things if they benefit him, which limits the options of things he's willing to do. Saulains isn't very organized, he doesn't think things through, and relies heavily on the lead mare for guidance. He can be very stubborn and ignorant at times, when his mind is set it stays set. Saulains is doesn't think really at all and when he does usually it involves him in a way and how his actions will benefit him, rather than the entire herd.
Saulains does have some good aspects to him, though. Due to being stubborn, he will usually never give up unless hope is entirely lost. He's not very observant, usually it's one of the mares who alerts him of danger, but he is compassionate to others, even if he forgets to think about them sometimes. He's not the most responsible stallion out there, but he does have jobs that he is (even grudgingly) willing to do. He's not very good at wiggling out of a task the lead mare puts him up to and usually finds himself doing them. He's quite athletic, and enjoys training and playing with the foals, teaching them how to gallop and jump and rear. He's even set up little athletic courses made out of dried logs and rocks for the foals. He's not very romantic, the mares in his herd don't particularly love him, but he does love running, and that's something herds do. He prefers fun time over work, but he can be serious when the need arises and with just a little shove he can push his mind out selflessly. He usually puts the lead mare up to actually leading because he doesn't want to, he thinks fighting off predators is cooler. Saulains is very energetic, he enjoys running and playing, especially with young creatures. Saulains all in all is a bold, brave stallion with a playful yet selfish-like attitude.
He's very stubborn and ignorant and will rarely change his mind about anything once it's set.
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The scant grasses in the small corner of Albarari the herd remained in did not do much to sustain the hunger of the thin equines. One of them, a dark brown stallion with a blonde mane, raised his head and peered into the sunburnt grasses on the horizon. He could spot no other living creature. Sighing, the stallion realized that no one was paying attention to him. Walking over to where a mare grazed with her foal beneath a scant tree, he delicately hit the aged bark until a branch began to fall. Smooth as silk he snatched the branch from the air before it could land on the foal, but received a snort of irritation from the foal's mother and nothing more.
"Great!" He muttered to himself as he walked away. "I'm being ignored now." He muttered, dropping his head low again to graze more. He swished his tail irritably as he heard a faint sound. He pulled up more grasses as the sound reached his ear fur again.
"What?" He muttered to himself, lifting his head as the sound came, clearer this time. "Wait.. that sounds like.."
He broke into a trot, his ears swiftly flitting around. Right near him he caught another sound, a heartbroken whinny of a mare who had lost her foal.
"Come with me!" He urged the mare, and broke into a canter, using his ears to follow the sound. He skidded to a halt right beside a fairly large hole in the ground. A horrified whinny sounded from inside and Saulains heard scrabbling.
"Momma!" The foal screamed, digging himself in deeper as he kicked.
"You get on this side and I'll get on the other. Help dig." He said, directing the anxious mother. The mare's hooves began to cleanly scoop away dirt until the hole was doubled in size. Saulains did this as well and he began to see he ears and muzzle of the foal.
He dug and completely uncovered the foal's body, but the foal was still stuck in the dirt.
"Grab my tail!" The mare urged, flinging her tail down as far as it would go. Her foal latched on with everything he had and began to push himself out. Saulains pushed him as well, struggling and panting.
Soon the young foal was out of the hole.
"Are you safe?" The mare was at his side in an instant, drawing him from the hole.
"Yes, mamma." The foal said, still shivering. Saulains stood guard as the mare led her dirt-encrusted foal back to the herd.
"Now don't go that way again, alright?" He said sternly, eyeing the foal. Though on the inside he couldn't blame him. Running and galloping was something he did enjoy.
"Yes, Saulains." The foal said, pressing up against his mother's side.
"Good."
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The mares were grazing peacefully, their foals at their sides. Saulains sighed. He was bored. He didn't even have a name for the herd, and they hardly listened to him as it was. It was always the lead mare that actually led. He sighed again.
"Hey, guys." Saulains said, drawing the mares in close. "We need a.. a name, right?" The dark stallion asked, tossing his head.
"Yeah, we do." One mare replied, shaking out her mane.
"How about... Grassleaf Herd?" One mare suggested, flicking her ears. Another shook her head.
"No, too.. too nature-y. How about.. Rock Rift Herd?"
"Nah!" Saulains said. "Maybe.. maybe it could be the Hotlands Herd?"
"Go on, now.." Another mare urged her young daughter forward.
"H-how about.. the.. Tsiranoka Herd?" The little filly asked, trembling under the gaze of so many horses.
"That's perfect!" Another mare said.
"What does it mean?" Saulains asked, tipping his head.
"Dusty Meadows." The mare answered for her daughter.
"Well, does everyone agree?" The lead mare asked, tossing her head with authority.
"Yes!" Echoed the mares and Saulains.
"Good. Then it is official. We are now the Tsiranoka Herd." The lead mare said, rearing and slashing her hooves. Saulains did the same, just after the rest of the mares.
"Thank you." He said to the little filly after.
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