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Username:iBrevity
Name:The Dreadful Thunder / Brontide
Gender:Stallion
Eye Color: burgundy

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iBrevity


The Dreadful Thunder


Brontide


His show name is derived from a poem written by a man named Andrew Cherry titled "Biscay, The Bay". It can be found in its entirety here, though the lines most related to Brontide are the first two: "Loud roared the dreadful thunder, / The rain a deluge showers". His barn name is the word 'brontide', which means "a low muffled sound like distant thunder heard in certain seismic regions especially along seacoasts and over lakes and thought to be caused by feeble earth tremors".




a gold-based halter would be fantastic <3


15.2 hh (abnormally tall for a Tolter, and broad-chested to boot)


male


bisexual


Galahad --- Brontide and Galahad are unsurprisingly very good friends. Galahad is also rather large for a tolter and just as gentle as Brontide; with the sole exception of fights picked on the behalf of his mate Fitcher. Galahad is calm and peaceable and enveloped Brontide easily into their friend group. They're rarely alone together, given Fitcher's attachment to his mate, but Brontide is glad that they have befriended him all the same.

Fitcher --- When Brontide and Fitcher first met one another Brontide was incredibly intimidated by the small, slender stallion. Fitcher was being unreasonably aggressive because he'd incorrectly assumed Brontide was going to be a rough-rider and so Brontide was in the midst of trying to excuse himself and Fitcher was shouting after him when Galahad showed up. On their own, Fitcher and Brontide would probably not have enough to talk about (they're very different horses, after all) but Galahad rounds out their discussions just fine.

Quetzal --- Brontide is rightly intimidated by Quetzalcoatl. Most of the horses at Clovercliff recognize that there is something odd and very different about Quetzal, but very few recognize that they are actually a reincarnated god of the same name. Brontide tripped on the knowledge quite on accident and hasn't been able to forget it enough to hold an actual conversation with Quetzalcoatl; he's simply too intimidated by them. (Unbeknownst to Brontide, Quetzalcoatl privately finds these attempts at talking hilarious and encourages them whenever they can.)




Orphee et Eurydice performed by Christoph Willibald Gluck; listen to it here


guileless || authentic || simple || boyish
Brontide was born big. He got his show name because his original owners hoped he'd be as fierce as his size promised, but Brontide grew up gentle and naive. If he has a temper at all, the other horses have not seen hide nor hair of it. Insults roll off his coat like water might; he can often be found smiling in an absentminded sort of way and listening to the complaints of his friends. He has an endless well of patience and never appears to be irritated in any sense of the word. If anything, Brontide is pliable and happy to help. His friends say that he grew up kind because he was big enough that he never had to be concerned for bullies or predators.

Privately, Brontide is a little intimidated by his size. He's taller than most but he's also very big everywhere else; he has thick legs and a barrel chest and an enormous head. He frets about accidentally hurting somebody and so he is an excellent beginner's horse because he is always so very careful. He finds humans exceptionally frightening because they are so small compared to him, and seem so fragile. He has never thrown anyone, though he did once accidentally trod on a young student's foot and broke three of her toes. Ever since then he's gotten better at checking his surroundings and moving more slowly. Brontide likes doing things slowly anyway, so the change doesn't bother him overmuch. There's so much more to see in the world when you're walking instead of running.




Brontide stood upon a grassy knoll and listened to Fitcher and Galahad speaking behind him. He was only halfwise paying attention to their conversation; there was a lovely storm rolling in on the horizon and he was far more preoccupied with that, the way the grey clouds clung to the jagged mountain tops and the stirring of lightning in the dark interior.

“Oh god,” Fitcher said suddenly, rousing Brontide from his speculations. He turned to better see the two stallions, catching Fitcher's exasperated expression. “It's that guy.”

“Who guy?” Brontide asked blankly.

Galahad chuckled and nosed at Fitcher's mane to quiet him. “He's speaking of Quetzalcoatl,” he said. “That palomino over there.” He gestured to the other tolter with a sweep of his head and Brontide turned to follow the motion, flicking his ears forward in interest. He spotted the tolter in question very easily; they was a brilliant golden hue swirled with yellow and white, all four of their legs pale in contrast to the shine of their body. It seemed almost as if the horse had overheard them speaking, but that was of course impossible because they were a great distance away; but still, Quetzal's head swung in their direction and neon green eyes lighted on Brontide as if the glittering backs of bugs.

Brontide felt a distinct shiver crawl up his back and looked away. Fitcher stage-whispered, “They're real strange, aren't they?”

Before Brontide could ask what he meant of that Galahad said in explanation, “There are some around here that whisper about them being a reincarnated Aztec god. You know, just because they've got an unusual name.”

“I think the eyes might contribute to that too, Gala,” Fitcher said with a snort. “And their behavior. I mean, have you ever seen someone enjoy a wind storm more?”

“What's that have to do with anything?” Brontide asked in confusion.

“Quetzalcoatl was the god of the wind,” Galahad said. “Merlin was telling us about him a few nights back. Of course everyone there was thinking of the day Quetzal ran up into the hills to get closer to this huge storm that was coming in, how happy they'd been when the wind was tearing grass out of the ground inches from 'em. It really was something.”

Brontide hummed. He sneaked a look back to where Quetzal had stood but the horse was gone now, disappeared in between one moment and the next. The green of their glinting eyes lingered half-remembered.

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Later that same afternoon Brontide stood alone beside the little Clovercliff pond and thought of gods and storms. He himself was overly fond of storms and he had little experience with gods; he supposed he had wondered sometimes, in the midst of a particularly vicious hurricane or tornado or coastal storm. He wondered if it was true, and if Quetzalcoatl would admit to it even if it were. It was a strange thing to be wondering on a Saturday.

“You have a question for me?”

Brontide jumped as though a snake had just bit him and spun to face the speaker, somewhat unsurprised to identify that coolly amused voice as Quetzal's. The tolter's eyes were much more intimidating this close, though they were overall significantly smaller than Brontide and the size discrepancy should have made him feel more secure.

“Um,” he said, trying to conjure up what Quetzal had said. “I don't... think so?”

Quetzal smiled. “I see. I thought I overheard you.”

Brontide only barely restrained himself from asking if Quetzalcoatl was a god of telepathy as well, and cleared his throat instead. “Yes, well.” He stared at Quetzal's hooves, marveling at how white they were. After an uncomfortable moment of silence he blurted, “You're Quetzalcoatl, right?”

“Yes,” Quetzal replied, their smile broadening. A small wind played with their ivory mane, ghosting the strands across the arch of their strong neck. Brontide wondered at that, because he himself could feel no wind. “And you are Brontide. Named after thunder.”

“Oh,” Brontide said, quite certain he had yet to introduce himself to this tolt. “Yes, I guess I am.”

Quetzal inclined their head. “My brother is as well,” they said. At Brontide's blank look they added, “Named after thunder,” in the sort of tone an adult might use with a particularly thick-headed foal.

“Oh,” Brontide repeated. “I didn't know you had a brother.”

“He's yet to arrive,” Quetzalcoatl said, still smiling in an unperturbed fashion. “But he's on his way.”

Brontide had a terrible urge to ask what exactly he meant by that (the other horses said Quetzalcoatl had been bought by Clovercliff and never once spoke of where he'd been born or of his parents; Brontide couldn't imagine how he would know anything about a brother named after thunder who had yet to be born). He resisted in a great will of strength.

“I heard that you like storms,” he said, seeking desperately for a firmer topic to grasp to. Quetzal's unbothered smile curled up further at one corner like an interested predator.

“Yes, I do.” When Brontide could not immediately find something to say Quetzal tilted their slender head and asked, “You're certain you did not have a question for me?”

Are you a god? Have you been reincarnated before? Do you have abilities even in this body? Do you like the wind because it reminds you of how powerful you were when the Aztec empire was at its glorious height?

“No,” Brontide said, and then upon taking a steadying breath and with the most tentative of smiles, “Not just yet.”


[mention of Quetzalcoatl's named-after-thunder brother is a reference to the god's brother in
Aztec mythology, Xolotl, who was the god thunder and lightning and very very frightening cx]
[surrounding quote is from a Rumi poem; can be found here]

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art by the lovely nerdsadie, please do not use if i don't win. uvu

[rook.]

dropping <3

[kalon]

resss

[paradise,]

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username hoofy.
name the queen's crown // majesty
gender mare, goes by she/her pronouns
halter golden with red jewels on the cheek
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+traits leading, passionate, confident,
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-traits blunt, critical, disorganized,
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unaggressive, whimsical, enigmatic
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majesty's halter and bridle are very similar, both have red rhinestones
and gold, just in different places. she always likes to have things looking
pretty and glamourous, only the best for majesty.

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xxUsername: ✧ 浮気者 ✧
xxName: WP Autumn's Promise // Autumn
xxGender: Mare
xxPersonality: Autumn is a quiet mare, she
xxlikes nothing more than to simply watch
xxthose around her. She speaks when spoken
xxto, but very rarely speaks on her own free
xxwill to join a conversation. She's rather shy
xxand feels as though she's constantly being
xxjudged or not living up to a set standard.
xxAutumn loves to talk with horses she's close
xxto, but that's about it. She's a simple mare
xxwho wishes for nothing more than to be
xxaccepted by those around her and to have
xxmore horses close to her that she can call
xxher friends.
xxHalter: A simple autumn themed halter
xxwould be great <3
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『 quote by William Cullen Byrant | image credit to rightful owner 』
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xAge: 9 years old
xBirthday: August 29, 2006
xHeight: 13.3 hh
xFavorite Month: November
xFavorite Season: Fall/Autumn
xFavorite Number: 8, because it's perfect.
xFavorite Song: That's Not Me by Aaron Yan
xFavorite Color(s): Autumn loves browns and oranges

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xCurrent Residence: Autumn lives at Winter Peak
xwith currently 23 other tolters. There are some that
xthe mare gets along with, and some that she doesn't.
xShe's usually a very accepting mare, it's just some of
xthese 23 tolters managed to get on her last nerve.

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Relationships with Winter Peak Horses:
(as well as Torvald and Jaebum, not part of the 23 mentioned above)

● El Dorado: Autumn really likes this stallion as he tends to understand her a bit more than the others. They're both usually found grazing
together and sharing a nice discussion.
● Namjoon: These two often butt heads due to Namjoon being extremely out going and Autumn not liking to make a big scene.
● Kiseop: Autumn hates Kiseop. She doesn't know how to word it more nicely, he has been a royal pain in her butt since she arrived
at Winter Peak.
● Minsu: These two get along for the most part, despite the tension between Minsu's mate and Autumn. They're both extremely
understanding though and get that Kiseop is just a natural born jerk.
● Jung: Autumn loves Jung's playfulness, to an extent. There are days when she wants to be left alone, but the coyote dun stallion just
doesn't get the hint.
● Taehyung: Taehyung is almost the same as Jung, except at least the childish stallion understands when Autumn doesn't want to talk
or play.
● Yoongi: Yoongi was the first to greet Autumn when she arrived at Winter Peak. She doesn't talk to him very often anymore, but she's
forever grateful of their first encounter.
● Hoseok: Autumn loves being around this stallion. She feels super comfortable around him and she thinks he gets that from his father.
She may have also developed a little crush on him, but she's too afraid to tell El Dorado that she likes his son.
● Monsta X: To Autumn, this stallion got all the wrong traits. He's nothing like El Dorado and Hoseok, so she tries her best to avoid
the wild stallion.
● Takeru: She's never gathered the courage to talk to this stallion yet, but she's noticed he's close with Jung and that Chaerin must be
his mate. She admires the way he holds himself and often thinks that he and his mate are the cutest couple at Winter Peak.
● Xiao Lu: She gets along really well with Xiao Lu. Autumn often times hangs around him when she can't find El Dorado or Hoseok. She
enjoys their conversations and loves hearing him talk about his lovely mate, NomNom (owned by GrapeJuice).
● Asura: Autumn is terrified of this bipolar stallion. She once witnessed him having a normal conversation with Sejin and then
freaking out at her for saying something he didn't like.
● Riley: Autumn thinks he's extremely adorable, but she never talks to him. She has always wanted to try and make conversation with
him, her her extreme fear of being judged for something she says has kept her from approaching the sorrel stallion.
● Jiyong: All Autumn knows about this chimeric stallion is that he's the son of Yoongi and he holds himself in a way that neither his
parents or older sister do.
● Sejin: Once in a while Autumn will have a conversation with Sejin, but she doesn't like how loud the mare is. They get along fine,
just with some complications on Autumn's part.
● Summer: If Autumn ever runs into a problem or has a question, the first mare she goes to is Summer. The two mares get along
perfectly and are often grazing quietly together.
● Hyojin: Autumn looks up to this tolter mare. She thinks of Hyojin has a role model for all, just like how she views Yoongi. She very
rarely speaks with Hyojin, but has spoken to her a few times and really likes her.
● Zoe: Daughter like father, Autumn despises Zoe and avoids her at all costs. She's so much like Kiseop that Autumn just can't stomach
the sight of the buckskin mare.
● Syugapeuri (Sugar): This is another mare that Autumn just doesn't like. It has nothing to do with her personality, the purple roan
appaloosa never did anything to mare Autumn not like her. Autumn is more or less jealous of how perfect she looks and it bothers her
to even see the mare.
● Angel: Autumn and Angel are very close. Her first impression of this mare was made when Angel offered to show Autumn around
Winter Peak. Ever since then, the lilac roan mare has been a part of Autumn's close circle of friends.
● Cinderella: Out of everyone remotely related to Yoongi, Cinderella is the only one that Autumn occasionally talks to. The dappled
golden palomino mare shares many traits with her mother and father, making her a sweet tolter that is always willing to make friends.
Cinderella actually introduced Autumn to El Dorado and Hoseok.
● Baobei: Has Autumn mentioned how much she dislikes this bully of a mare? The first thing Baobei did when Autumn arrived was tell
her that she'd never be as pretty as the black tobiano mare, causing the black chestnut mare to try and avoid her at all costs.
● Chaerin: Although Autumn talks with this mare's father, she doesn't ever talk to Chaerin herself. She admires the black pintaloosa mare
though for the way she holds herself and deals with those around her. She once witnessed the black pintaloosa mare chew out Baobei for
hitting on Takeru which made her secretly laugh and respect the mare.
● Torvald: She doesn't see the Irish War Pony too often, but when she does, the annoyance is real. She doesn't like how loud the stallion
is and she doesn't like his habit of chewing on things, she finds it gross and weird.
● Jaebum: Autumn loves the large Hyrulian Gypsy. He's the greatest friend she could ever hope to have, and she likes how he sticks
up for her when Baobei or Zoe try to pick on her.
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name: faye
name meaning; it's a jupiter-family comet
gender: mare
height: 14.2 hands
simple personality: outgoing. self-assured. quick to judge. remorseful.
theme song: drops of jupiter by train

personality: faye is outgoing and sure of herself. she is known to stand by anything she says even if it's wrong and she's knows it. a lot of times this drives people out of her life, which at the moment she wouldn't care. she's one of those people who doesn't know what they got to till it's gone.
likes: ☄ being the center of attention
☄ star gazing
☄ treats
dislikes: ☄ being ignored/isolated
☄ apologizing/having to admit her mistakes
☄ kicking a person that she didn't realize was important out of her life for good
strengths: ☄ social skills
☄ stubbornness with admitting something her fault
weakness: ☄ being rash and no quite thinking thinks through, escpeically with leaving/befriending people
☄ burning bridges with people
fears: ☄being abandoned
☄dying
☄ loosing one's she loves
☄ others talking about her behind her back
quirks: ☄ always looks around before doing something that would change trouble
nervous habits: ☄ looking away from others, grazing
story: [faye's pov] i keep my head low to the ground, i was eating away at the grass "hey!" i hear a voice calling out from the other side of the field, pamen i think not even needing to look up. wip

aquintances: angel
best friend: casanova <they have a ton in common>
friends: cailber, pamen
dislikes: willow <she is always lecturing her>
azalea <too much of a scatter brain>
enemies:
crush: pamen <she likes his abilty to always put a smile on her face>

[waverly,]

iBrevity


The Dreadful Thunder


Brontide


His show name is derived from a poem written by a man named Andrew Cherry titled "Biscay, The Bay". It can be found in its entirety here, though the lines most related to Brontide are the first two: "Loud roared the dreadful thunder, / The rain a deluge showers". His barn name is the word 'brontide', which means "a low muffled sound like distant thunder heard in certain seismic regions especially along seacoasts and over lakes and thought to be caused by feeble earth tremors".




a gold-based halter would be fantastic <3


15.2 hh (abnormally tall for a Tolter, and broad-chested to boot)


male


bisexual


Galahad --- Brontide and Galahad are unsurprisingly very good friends. Galahad is also rather large for a tolter and just as gentle as Brontide; with the sole exception of fights picked on the behalf of his mate Fitcher. Galahad is calm and peaceable and enveloped Brontide easily into their friend group. They're rarely alone together, given Fitcher's attachment to his mate, but Brontide is glad that they have befriended him all the same.

Fitcher --- When Brontide and Fitcher first met one another Brontide was incredibly intimidated by the small, slender stallion. Fitcher was being unreasonably aggressive because he'd incorrectly assumed Brontide was going to be a rough-rider and so Brontide was in the midst of trying to excuse himself and Fitcher was shouting after him when Galahad showed up. On their own, Fitcher and Brontide would probably not have enough to talk about (they're very different horses, after all) but Galahad rounds out their discussions just fine.

Quetzal --- Brontide is rightly intimidated by Quetzalcoatl. Most of the horses at Clovercliff recognize that there is something odd and very different about Quetzal, but very few recognize that they are actually a reincarnated god of the same name. Brontide tripped on the knowledge quite on accident and hasn't been able to forget it enough to hold an actual conversation with Quetzalcoatl; he's simply too intimidated by them. (Unbeknownst to Brontide, Quetzalcoatl privately finds these attempts at talking hilarious and encourages them whenever they can.)




Orphee et Eurydice performed by Christoph Willibald Gluck; listen to it here


guileless || authentic || simple || boyish
Brontide was born big. He got his show name because his original owners hoped he'd be as fierce as his size promised, but Brontide grew up gentle and naive. If he has a temper at all, the other horses have not seen hide nor hair of it. Insults roll off his coat like water might; he can often be found smiling in an absentminded sort of way and listening to the complaints of his friends. He has an endless well of patience and never appears to be irritated in any sense of the word. If anything, Brontide is pliable and happy to help. His friends say that he grew up kind because he was big enough that he never had to be concerned for bullies or predators.

Privately, Brontide is a little intimidated by his size. He's taller than most but he's also very big everywhere else; he has thick legs and a barrel chest and an enormous head. He frets about accidentally hurting somebody and so he is an excellent beginner's horse because he is always so very careful. He finds humans exceptionally frightening because they are so small compared to him, and seem so fragile. He has never thrown anyone, though he did once accidentally trod on a young student's foot and broke three of her toes. Ever since then he's gotten better at checking his surroundings and moving more slowly. Brontide likes doing things slowly anyway, so the change doesn't bother him overmuch. There's so much more to see in the world when you're walking instead of running.




Brontide stood upon a grassy knoll and listened to Fitcher and Galahad speaking behind him. He was only halfwise paying attention to their conversation; there was a lovely storm rolling in on the horizon and he was far more preoccupied with that, the way the grey clouds clung to the jagged mountain tops and the stirring of lightning in the dark interior.

“Oh god,” Fitcher said suddenly, rousing Brontide from his speculations. He turned to better see the two stallions, catching Fitcher's exasperated expression. “It's that guy.”

“Who guy?” Brontide asked blankly.

Galahad chuckled and nosed at Fitcher's mane to quiet him. “He's speaking of Quetzalcoatl,” he said. “That palomino over there.” He gestured to the other tolter with a sweep of his head and Brontide turned to follow the motion, flicking his ears forward in interest. He spotted the tolter in question very easily; they was a brilliant golden hue swirled with yellow and white, all four of their legs pale in contrast to the shine of their body. It seemed almost as if the horse had overheard them speaking, but that was of course impossible because they were a great distance away; but still, Quetzal's head swung in their direction and neon green eyes lighted on Brontide as if the glittering backs of bugs.

Brontide felt a distinct shiver crawl up his back and looked away. Fitcher stage-whispered, “They're real strange, aren't they?”

Before Brontide could ask what he meant of that Galahad said in explanation, “There are some around here that whisper about them being a reincarnated Aztec god. You know, just because they've got an unusual name.”

“I think the eyes might contribute to that too, Gala,” Fitcher said with a snort. “And their behavior. I mean, have you ever seen someone enjoy a wind storm more?”

“What's that have to do with anything?” Brontide asked in confusion.

“Quetzalcoatl was the god of the wind,” Galahad said. “Merlin was telling us about him a few nights back. Of course everyone there was thinking of the day Quetzal ran up into the hills to get closer to this huge storm that was coming in, how happy they'd been when the wind was tearing grass out of the ground inches from 'em. It really was something.”

Brontide hummed. He sneaked a look back to where Quetzal had stood but the horse was gone now, disappeared in between one moment and the next. The green of their glinting eyes lingered half-remembered.

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Later that same afternoon Brontide stood alone beside the little Clovercliff pond and thought of gods and storms. He himself was overly fond of storms and he had little experience with gods; he supposed he had wondered sometimes, in the midst of a particularly vicious hurricane or tornado or coastal storm. He wondered if it was true, and if Quetzalcoatl would admit to it even if it were. It was a strange thing to be wondering on a Saturday.

“You have a question for me?”

Brontide jumped as though a snake had just bit him and spun to face the speaker, somewhat unsurprised to identify that coolly amused voice as Quetzal's. The tolter's eyes were much more intimidating this close, though they were overall significantly smaller than Brontide and the size discrepancy should have made him feel more secure.

“Um,” he said, trying to conjure up what Quetzal had said. “I don't... think so?”

Quetzal smiled. “I see. I thought I overheard you.”

Brontide only barely restrained himself from asking if Quetzalcoatl was a god of telepathy as well, and cleared his throat instead. “Yes, well.” He stared at Quetzal's hooves, marveling at how white they were. After an uncomfortable moment of silence he blurted, “You're Quetzalcoatl, right?”

“Yes,” Quetzal replied, their smile broadening. A small wind played with their ivory mane, ghosting the strands across the arch of their strong neck. Brontide wondered at that, because he himself could feel no wind. “And you are Brontide. Named after thunder.”

“Oh,” Brontide said, quite certain he had yet to introduce himself to this tolt. “Yes, I guess I am.”

Quetzal inclined their head. “My brother is as well,” they said. At Brontide's blank look they added, “Named after thunder,” in the sort of tone an adult might use with a particularly thick-headed foal.

“Oh,” Brontide repeated. “I didn't know you had a brother.”

“He's yet to arrive,” Quetzalcoatl said, still smiling in an unperturbed fashion. “But he's on his way.”

Brontide had a terrible urge to ask what exactly he meant by that (the other horses said Quetzalcoatl had been bought by Clovercliff and never once spoke of where he'd been born or of his parents; Brontide couldn't imagine how he would know anything about a brother named after thunder who had yet to be born). He resisted in a great will of strength.

“I heard that you like storms,” he said, seeking desperately for a firmer topic to grasp to. Quetzal's unbothered smile curled up further at one corner like an interested predator.

“Yes, I do.” When Brontide could not immediately find something to say Quetzal tilted their slender head and asked, “You're certain you did not have a question for me?”

Are you a god? Have you been reincarnated before? Do you have abilities even in this body? Do you like the wind because it reminds you of how powerful you were when the Aztec empire was at its glorious height?

“No,” Brontide said, and then upon taking a steadying breath and with the most tentative of smiles, “Not just yet.”


[mention of Quetzalcoatl's named-after-thunder brother is a reference to the god's brother in
Aztec mythology, Xolotl, who was the god thunder and lightning and very very frightening cx]
[surrounding quote is from a Rumi poem; can be found here]

These are all beautiful forms but this one just clicked, congrats!

[iBrevity]

Oh my goodness thank you so so much gator! There were some absolutely beautiful forms for this babe, I'm so thankful that I won him cx Thank you again and a round of applause to everyone <3 Brontide will have a lovely home with me cx