[Kitsyn]

Wild Mountain Equids

Owner: noreptiles_
Name: Ody
Height: 12 hh
Gender: Stallion
Coat Colour: Silver Dapple Sooty Gold Bay
Quipping: Quipless
Eye: Moss Green

Contest: This is a partner competition with WME 899. One of you will apply for this equid, the other person is applying for 899. You will post on the respective adopt pages linking to each other's forms on the other.
What is the relationship between the two? Are they family? Maybe friends, or perhaps lovers? You can write as much as you'd like, have an RP story, anything to explain the relationship. Art is also allowed and encouraged no matter the skill! Feel free to add more like personalities.
Ends 5:30, Aug 9.

[jensen ackles]

marking !
name;; Icarian

[Edgar.]

Dropping as I got too excited and didn’t consider my current condition

[Toffi~]

"𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 - 𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓪𝔂 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭𝓫𝔂𝓮......
......𝓤𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝔀𝓮 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷, '𝓒𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭"

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"𝓝𝓸, 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓶 𝓪𝓵𝓵
'𝓒𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓘 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓮 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓭
𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓘 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾
𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓸𝓸"

Owner: Toffi~
Partnering with: Chaotic Queen
Equid Name: Famas

Personality:



Famas can best be described as the emotional equivalent of a turtle. On the outside, he’s nearly stone-hard. He rarely shows emotions, speaks only when needed, and watches everything around him with quiet, sharp eyes. He has been through a lot and doesn’t open up easily. But deep within him still lies the old heart of a foal – full of dreams, wishes, and quiet hope.
He doesn’t like weakness – in others or in himself – and would rather face pain alone than ask for help. Many see him as distant, maybe even rude, but that’s just his way of protecting what’s left of his heart.

For a long time, Famas made his way through life alone, trusting no one, needing no one.
No one but Merlin.

Merlin is the only one who can reach past Famas’ walls. With just a look, a word or quiet presence, Merlin brings calm to his storm. Around him, Famas becomes softer, more open.
To Famas, Merlin is everything: his safe place, his only real connection, his best friend, his anchor.
And God forbid something happening to Merlin.
Famas would get Heaven and Hell moving bringing him back to safety.

Prompt: RP Collab - 𝒜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝐻𝑜𝓂𝑒
Credit: Collab RP by both Toffi~ (POV Famas) and Chaotic Queen (POV Merlin)

Playlist:

Personal Theme Song
Three Days Grace - Infra-Red

Famas' song to Merlin
"Tattoo" - Loreen (Johnny Huynh cover)

Relationship Theme Song
Baby One More Time - Crypto

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"𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓰𝓸𝓽 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓭
𝓓𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓲𝓽, 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭
𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓰𝓸𝓽"



Credits:
Foal Portrait by Chaotic Queen
RP by Toffi~ (POV Famas) and Chaotic Queen (POV Merlin)
Merlin & Famas Bust-shot by Toffi~

[eleutheromaniac.]

Owner: eleutheromaniac.
Name: icarus
Partnered with: grapejuice
Prompt:

Icarus had always been a competitive stallion. Even as a young colt, he would sneak out to challenge other younglings from nearby herds. There were always two who caught his eye. One, a filly, Acacia. The other, less endearing, Helios. Each belonged to one of the big three herds. Acacia he dreamed of. He swaggered and strutted pompously in her presence, anytime he could pass her father's watchful eye. Helios, he had nightmares of. The two constantly met at a nearbye stream late at night, bucking and kicking and rearing at one another. Blood was drawn, and rivalries were made. Helios was the only colt he couldn't beat. It was always a tie between the two, both returning to their mothers with skin and egos bruised. Even as they outgrew their own herds, nothing ever changed. Everything remained a challenge between them. Who could get the most mares? Who could get the best spot at the stream? And most importantly, who could get Acacia.

Even in her adulthood, Acacia refused to join either of them, sticking with her band of mares. What was she waiting for? Icarus and, he shamefully admitted, Helios were the most eligible stallions north of the river. There was nothing else out there for her. Was she waiting to see if one would finally fall in battle?



In his obsession, Icarus frequently left his herd unattended to primp and preen in front of Acacia. She would shoot him sideways glances, averting her eyes anytime they met his own. Regardless, he knew she was watching, but for what, he could not say. And then, of course, as always, Helios would arrive for the same purpose. Tempers would flare, warnings were snorted, hooves were stomped, and blows exchanged.

One of these encounters, however, was fated differently. They would not return home to lick their wounds this time....



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Late one evening, Icarus dodged the watchful eye of his crotchety old lead mare, slipping into the underbrush to where he knew Acacia and her mares were grazing. A slight bounce found its way into his heart and his trot, as it always did when he knew he'd see her. From the overgrowth, he caught sight of her in a nearby field. Absolutely enthralled with her zigging and zagging quip, he slowly abandoned the cover of leaves. He nickered a quiet greeting, but, like every night, she did not glance his way. She also ignored the amused chattering of her friends as they glanced between the two. Lifting his head high and puffing out his chest, he approached her with a not so humble passage step. He kept his ears perked in her direction, strutting about around the herd. She didn't even raise her head. Of course, he was prepared for this, switching for a more advanced approach: a piaffe. Again she- wait! She lifted her head! Icarus' whinny of triumph was cut short as he followed her line of sight to. . . Helios. Acacia lowered her head once again. Icarus whirled toward the stallion, exhaling a squeal of warning. His ears had never pinned so quickly. Helios, seeing him, matched his body language. Tossing his head, Icarus stomped in the challengers direction, tail swishing wildly. The two stood off for quite some time, as always, putting on a wonderful opening before the real show began. Icarus decidedly ignored Acacia's bored sigh from behind. He simply grew more and more agitated as he pawed the ground, darting towards Helios, skidding to a halt a few feet away, stomping back to his station, and watching Helios do a similar movement. Spirits, he was so tired of all of this. How long does one have to court a mare? He'd never met anyone so difficult. Although, that was half the alure of Acacia. And so, there he was, as though in a time loop, squaring off with his arch-nemisis, for what felt like the millionth time.



Fed up with the showing-off, he readied to charge at Helios, but something was different. Acacia. A scream escaped the mare, and Icarus whipped his head to look at her. He had never seen her muscles so taut, her eyes so wide, and her lips so tight. In his moments of observing her, he wasted precious time he did not know he needed. Before he could see why she and the other mares were turning tail and running, he felt something coarse and thick loop around his neck. Rearing back and squealing, Icarus thrashed against this contraption, but found himself connected to... a man? And there they were. A whole group of them. It didn't make sense. Humans never came this far north, never braved a crossing of the treacherous river. But here they were, and here he was, stuck. The whites of his eyes flashed as he pulled and yanked at the rope, but it was no use. And, of course, to his dismay, Helios too was captured alongside him.



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No amount of bucking, striking, or warning calls diswaded the humans as they dragged Icarus and Helios, who kept a wide berth from one another. The journey took much longer than it should have due to the stallions resistance, and by the time they were nearing the river, Icarus was spent. It appeared Helios was too, as they both hung their heads in defeat and slowly, albeit still stubbornly, followed behind the band of humans. As they crested the hill, Icarus was speechless at the scene laid out before them. The great river, once a barrier between equid lands and human ones, was no longer rushing and raging against the bank. It was. . . dry. How could this happen? Were the spirits angry? What could the quids have done to incur such a curse? He did not have time to ponder this, as the human holding his rope yanked, hard.

The sun was begining to rise as the stallions were pulled into the human village. Icarus had never laid eyes on it, only heard stories. It was as dreadful as he'd been told. The green pastures of his home gave way to barren, sticky mud. Unnatural structures were erected on either side of them, from which the humans watched their procession. He didn't know what to make of it. Didn't even have the thoughts nor words to describe it. For the first time in his life, he shot a wary look to Helios, hoping to find comfort in the only familiar thing in this wasteland of strangeness. To his surprise, Helios seemed to return his glance. They were both scared. Very, very scared.






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After a few days of isolation in suffocating boxes, Icarus wondered if the sun had dissapeared completely. He had been separated from Helios, from anyone, and wasted away in a large building, air stale and damp. The humans would stop by infrequently, pouring strange liquid in a basin, and touching what appeared to be the sun on a stick to it. The sun would split, lighting the basin. But this was not the sun he knew. Had they stolen it? He was distracted from this thought at the hay they dumped to the floor at his feat. He thought he heard them say something like "fire", but he didn't pay it much mind. Then, they would leave again, and this 'fire' would die, and he would be alone again.

Finally, a human appeared, pulling him from the stall and into the sun. Blinking frantically, Icarus tried to adjust to the light, and when he did, he saw something that horrified him. It was Helios, who usually horrified him regardless, but that was not what frightened him today. The other stallion was attatched to a large, evil metal and wood contraption. He looked as bad as Icarus felt. And he, like Icarus, was too tired to fight. Icarus tried to push his hooves into the ground, halt his approach to the machine in some way, but he was too weak. The humans connected him to the machine next to Helios, muttering something about "plowing" and "no water" and "crops wasting away". Icarus didn't know who "crops" was, but what about him! He was wasting away! He turned his head to squeal as much at his captors, but all that left his mouth was a cry of pain as something hard and sharp slashed at his rear. Frothing at the mouth, he sprung forward out of instinct, but was met with resistance from the contraption. Helios must've recieved the same whipping, as he too began to pull, desparate to escape whatever caused that pain. Icarus knew his long, spindly legs were not meant to pull something so large, so heavy, but he pulled. He pulled, and pulled, frantically failing to detatch from this death machine.



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This went on. Long. Every time the sun rose, he was dragged from his stall and attatched next to Helios. As the sun fell, they returned to meager hay and filthy living conditions. The stall he once loathed became the better alternative. He wasn't sure how long had passed of this routine. His brain felt like mush, but even mush wasn't enough to quell his anguish. Perhaps it was the exhaustion that spurnned on his sudden bravery, but whatever it was, it caused him to finally make a noise. He would not be ignored. Icarus kicked the door. Nothing happened. What did he think was going to happen? Even at full strength, his legs wouldn't be powerful enough to take it down. He turned away from the entrance, but before he could hang his head, a soft thud echoed through the building. Was it his own kick reflecting back? He kicked again against the door. Another thud. He let out a low nicker into the darkness, and was shocked to hear Helios's voice nickering back. He wasn't alone!

Throughout the night, the two whinnied back and forth, at first just comforting, and with this new strength of companionship, they began to plot.



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The next morning, Icarus was dragged outside once again, but
this time, he did not fight at all. He walked calmly alongside the
human, not fighting at all as they approached the death machine.
Helios was being pulled out behind him, replicating his calm demeanor.
Icarus shot Helios a look as the human retreated to grap the ropes to
attatch him, and then unceremoniously flung himself to the ground,
letting out a pained groan. The humans were a flurry of shouts and
motion around him, grabbing and touching at his legs, neck and back,
but he rolled up his eyes and groaned again. A faint tilt appeared across
his lips as he heard Helios squeal in defiance, and much, much more
shouting ensued. Helios had slammed, full force, into the human holding
him. And that human went down hard. While the others were distracted
at the commotion, Icarus lept to his feet, kicking out at anything close to
him, before he bolted, Helios hot on his heels. The humans didn't have
enough time to even reach for his ropes before they were off, like
lightening streaking towards the fence surrounding the village. He slammed
his hind legs hard as he pushed off, his jump in sync with Helios' own. They'd
made it past the fence, and they were thundering homeward.

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His heart pounded against his chest with the rythm of his hooves as he and Helios raced in harmony, but their sense of freedom was cut short. Icarus skidded to a halt as he beheld something he knew in his soul was wrong. Humans, hundreds of them, stood around the dried riverbed. And he saw the cause. They were stacking large logs, blocking the water from returning. He watched in horror as the men hustled about, trapping the river spirit away. If they couldn't free her, the humans would surley return north to take more quids. They could take his friends, his mares, Acacia, himself. . . They could take Helios. Icarus couldn't stand to see either of them returned to this nightmare. They had shared this. . . this pain. He would not allow them to suffer it again. Helios had the same sense of determination in his eyes that Icarus felt. They were in silent agreement. They had to free the river.

Keeping to the shadows, the two observed the humans, looking
for anything they could, when Icarus spotted it. The strange sun
liquid. He huffed a breath to alert Helios, nodding his head toward
it. Recognition danced in Helios' eyes. He must've had a sun basin
too. They knew what they had to do. Icarus shot forward, toward
the three large barelles of sun liquid. He screeched at the nearby
human, causing the man to become distracted, and the chain
reaction went off. The man's grasp on his log sliped, rolling down
its pile, knocking into the sun barrels, causing them to fall and
spill over the dam. Helios was right behind him, grabbing a sun
stick out of a human's hands with his mouth, tossing it over the
liquid. Icarus wasn't sure the liquid and the so called 'fire' could
survive the water behind it, but the logs were immediatley ablaze.
The flames seemed to lick the sky, the heat pushing Icarus back.
Helios nudged Icarus, and he was right. They didn't have time to see
if it worked. The humans were already coming out of their daze,
turning towards the two equids. They were off again, tearing across
the riverbed as logs began to tumble, break, and burn toward them.
Just as they crested the bank, the river exploded outward, blocking
any humans from following. Helios and Icarus bucked and reared,
whinnying in triumph as their beloved river spirit returned home. . .
As they themselves returned home with her.

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The two stallions ran through the day, keeping pace with one another, until they finally returned to familiar lands. This was where they would split. In the distance, Icarus could make out Acacia, and he knew Helios saw her too. He glanced at his- well, his friend. Helios met his gaze. Neither moved for a moment. Two. Three. And then, in unison, both quids stepped toward eachother, earning a huff of amusement out of them both. Icarus nuzzled his friend, fondly. Helios, without hesitation, returned the gesture. They were free. They did it together. Stepping back, Icarus spared his friend one more glance before they both turned, heading opposite directions toward their own herds, leaving Acacia as a distant memory on the horizon.

[Desmond]

Marking, working with Dia 💜

Owner: Desmond

Name: Mi'zar

Prompt: Mi'zar would literally
do anything for Alcor. Deeply introverted and
often mistaken for mute, may be spotted
chewing his tail fluff as a self-soothing
action while coming down from a high-pressure or
high-anxiety activity.

Born in the shadow of a new moon, Mi’zar is said to
have inherited power from the darkness,
making sightings of him seem unlucky or unnerving,
compounded with his habit of staring. He seems
like he’s judging one’s very soul - he’s really just
very awkward and trying to figure out if he needs
to run. He is honestly the one that has the
worst* luck - well. Other than Alcor’s capture.

Mi’zar may be fairly small, but he’s one of
the fastest and most agile runners in the band.
He’s light enough that he can change the direction
of his momentum on - maybe not a dime, but at
most a solid quarter. Some say he "Runs like the
Devil's after him".

SO THE STORY GOES...
There’s a legend that echoes through the old valley, among the tribes and villages that set up temporarily or permanently in the shadows of the steep mountain range - it’s always given as a reason to not touch the local herds, give them their space, and don’t ever try to tame them.

The legend starts with two foals - one born in the darkest shadow of the new moon, who was Claimed as a Child the Night and named Mi’zar, and one born in the morning, just as dawn broke over the eastern ridge and the first rays of sunlight touched the chilly dew that had blanketed the ground, named Alcor. Both were easily recognizable foals in the band, even among the other youngsters - Mi’zar had several lines of colorful quipping, and Alcor bore simple white streaks from neck to tail – and they were never seen far from one another. One may have mistaken them for blooded brothers, if it weren’t for the two stallions that cooperated leadership of the herd clearly making their personal claims known. They played together, shared grazing patches and sandbars to drink from, walked side-by-side with their shoulders bumping, and even curled up next to one another as they slept under their mothers’ watchful gazes.

Their bond blossomed even as they grew into adulthood, and the pair were often sparring together against other stallions - never against each other. They were as one’s two hands; always there, always helping, always working together - never against the other. Together, they unlocked Mi’zar’s Gift, as Child of the Night: a particular, fey brand of wild magic that leant protection against predators and disaster to the Claimed. Storms, floods, bears and wolves – none could touch them.

None could touch Mi’zar.

The wranglers came when they were not expected; they sought pack animals to help haul their goods through the winding mountain passes, and Alcor was one of the youngest and tallest in the band, nearly old enough to strike out in a bachelor group to prepare to one day have their own herds. He stuck out a little with his height, having apparently inherited it from his mother’s sire, and made for an easy target despite his speed and Mi’zar’s protection. He was taken, placed in a corral, and made to cooperate with their training.

Alcor was heartbroken. Mi’zar was devastated.

Mi’zar searched for his other half, his best friend, for over a year, breaking from the band early to better follow leads. He traversed every inch of the valley during that time, even sprinting through villages as he came across them to check for a sign, any sign. He knew, deep within his soul, that Alcor yet lived, but where? He often looked to the stars, checking the night sky for his guiding light among them, whinnying his deepest wish into the dark.

Alcor, too, looked at the stars, but silently begging them for help as he bore almost-too-heavy packs and satchels and tent supplies. His head sagged further as, day by day, he was made to haul and walk, walk and haul, up and down and along the narrow path that barely cut its way through the range. He was deemed useful but not imperative; if he were lost, it would not be too deep of a loss, but he was helpful while he was there. It was demoralizing, at best, and downright cruel, at worst, to realize that he was worth so little to the wranglers that held him captive.

For over a year, he resented their hands on his soul. And just as quickly as they had claimed him, they released him. Not by choice, necessarily; one might argue that by taking a riskier path, they had, indeed, caused the accident, but it was not their direct intention to walk upon a loose part of the ridge and cause it to collapse entirely, stranding Alcor on but a tiny outcrop that was barely big enough for three of his four hooves. The ground was quickly determined to be too dangerous, and the wranglers simply… left him. Stolen goods, abandoned to misfortune and disaster.

Mi’zar heard the landslide. He heard the cries of alarm, and also the sad sobs of despair. He felt it in his very soul as he raced along the path, trampling any without the sense to get out of the way, until he reached the ledge, hooves pawing at the loose stones.

Alcor. Alcor.

His white streaks were covered with mud and packs, and his mane was roughly cut to help place the harness over his back, but he was there, the bright light to Mi’zar’s darkness, the other half of his soul. Alcor thought he was dreaming - surely. Surely, no. Mi’zar’s visage could be nothing more than the hallucination of a doomed mind, one last nice thought before releasing him from the pain of the soul-crushing year he’d suffered.

He felt the ground start to give. He closed his eyes.


Mi’zar watched in horror as Alcor slipped out of sight in front of him, vanished in the dust cloud just as quickly as he’d found him.

No.

NO!

Abandoning the ridge, he plucked his way down the side of the sloped mountainside, catching himself on tree roots and boulders dug deep into the ground. They would do no good at speed, but in a controlled - though panicked - descent, they were enough to keep him from the same fate.

The slope flattened. Alcor, without the horrible harness, had been half-buried in the dirt, leaving his head, neck, shoulder and tip of his tail uncovered. His eyes were closed. Something broke inside Mi’zar as he approached.

He was barely breathing.

Some say they heard a loud cry from the mountainside that evening - a piercing scream, one like you hear when a mother loses her child. Others, they claim every crow and raven in the valley took to the sky as one and turned it black as night, to help Mi’zar as his power welled within him, in his grief.

Pretty much everyone agrees that there was a supernova below that collapsed cliff, though. A burst of power so bright and so strong, like a midnight lightning strike under a new moon, that it seemed for a second that maybe the sun had turned right back around and made it day again. That gift Mi’zar had, the magic that the Night had given him, to protect him – it meant nothing if it could not save Alcor.

Nothing.

Had to have been the next morning that humans next laid eyes on the pair. Alcor was wounded and filthy, but very much on his own for hooves and once again stuck to Mi’zar’s dusty side, as if the two had never spent a moment apart in their lives. Rain had started to fall, washing the grime from their backs, and slowly, slowly, revealing the white streaks and colorful markings that the pair were known for -

But, something wasn’t right.

Mi’zar’s colorful quipping had vanished from his body, the colors instead appearing on Alcor’s, striking through his white streaks as they spread from his chest. The Gift of the Claimed Child of the Night had been bestowed to the one that he couldn’t live without.

Not a soul alive in the valley today would try what they did to Alcor. Mi’zar’s search and sacrifice are honored by giving them space to live, and leaving them alone, to be wild and free and most of all, together.

Forever.

[noreptiles_]

Owner: noreptiles_
Name: Ody
Prompt:



follow the link above for the form! use laptop/computer to view for best result <3

working with MapleNeko>:)
their entry

[Expresso.]

Marking, looking for a paetner

[saorsa]

Owner: saorsa
Name: Xanthos (Greek name meaning "yellow" or "blonde." In mythology, this is the name of one of two immortal horses (the other named Balios) belonging to Achilles.
Prompt: (see Wolfgirl's post here!)

A lone figure stood amongst the lush green grass in the valley below, peacefully grazing. The rather uniquely colored stallion moved and swayed with the breeze, pondering what life would be like today. He lifted his head, mossy eyes searching to the nearby hilltop where his brother stood watch over the herd below him. His brother was born first, so he was the chosen to take up lead stallion one day. Frankly, it was a relief for Xanthos. He was never the type to fit that role and was glad his striped brother could take the reigns so he didn't have to.

Balios was practically born for the position. Being twins, he was born first, and probably took all the good genes with him. The stallion was large, strong, and fierce - everything required to protect the herd. Xanthos was born second, through much effort from his dam, and some thought both would perish. It seemed though the gods gifted him just enough strength to power on. While his brother was up and running within minutes, Xanthos took nearly 6 hours to get his feet under him. Luckily his mother, brother, & the herd saw him through and miraculously he grew to adulthood.

Since he was more or less a loner with no responsibilities, Xanthos spent his days learning and studying the world around him. Though he can't protect the herd with his physical strength, he lends his mind to his brother, knowing the bachelor's fight tactics better then anyone. He could also tell you all about how to out maneuver a cougar and find shelter in any type of terrain. Because of this, he knew the herd would remain safe as long as he had his brother and they had each other.

"Thinking about the stars again?" an obnoxious voice blurted out behind him.

Xanthos rolled his eyes, moving forward a few paces in attempt to discourage the young colt approaching him.

"You know, maybe one day you'll sprout wings and can fly up there! We all know you don't have the strength to outrun anyone." the youngster chided. One of his buddies reached out and nipped Xanthos' cream colored tail. The instinct to kick out behind him was strong, but he didn't bother. He knew what was coming for them. As if on cue, thundering hooves shook the ground and a grin came upon him. Once again, he waited for the right moment then sprung away as his brother collided with the jokester and sending the others fleeing in all directions. He let out a chuckle as his brother shooed them off.

[excerpt from wolfgirl]
Balios trotted back to his brother “Your knight in shinning armor arrives!”

Xanthos shot him an annoyed, be fond look “And however could I thank my dear savior?”

Balios gave a play bow “Well your eternal devotion and worship will be acceptable.”

Xanthos snorted and rolled his eyes. “Oh yes, I’ll get right on that.”

Balios stopped his teasing and turned serious, gently grooming his brother “Why do you let them push you around?”

Xanthos let out a harsh laugh “Oh yes, because I can take them on with all this…” flicking his tail to gesture to all of him.

Balios rolled his eyes. “Oh please, you could easily lead them into one of your many traps. You always have a hundred plans and schemes in that head of yours.”

Xanthos flicked his tail and eyed his brother “Yet, maybe I want them to underestimate me. Besides, you would get bored if you weren’t constantly coming to my rescue.”

The twins spent the next few minutes in peaceful silence, grooming each other before shrill shrieks startled Balios. Xanthos on the other hand only smirked.

Panicked shapes covered in itchy hives burst out of the woods, wailing and Balios snorted in amusement. “Your work, dear brother?”

Xanthos only gave his twin a wink before he trotted off to graze. Balios gave a hearty laugh before he galloped off to his lookout.

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Sky

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|Early Years
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“The way to win the herd over is through their hearts, Sky. Sure, strength and stamina are important, but not important at all if the herd doesn’t want to follow you.” His dam was imparting her wisdom as they watched the other colts play fighting and honing their young bodies. “You want to…?” “Use your brains and not your brawn” he answered diligently with the same words he’d heard after being on the earth for but two whole days, his mother’s ambition for him to lead with the striking edge that he was born with no quip his edge on the competition. Namely one spritely colt named River.

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|Teen-Young Adult Years
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Another day, another horde of giggles from the mares who liked to marvel at his unique coat. Sky was never mad about it, in fact he was always quite pleased to be making his mother proud as he won over the hearts of the herd with a well-quipped joke or one on one time with the mares who he enjoyed teasing and being teased by. There was just one big buffoon in the way of his success. The rocks for brains River. With his stupid big fluffy tail and extravagant, colourful quipping - he was just simply everything Sky was not. The most aggravating thing about him was that he never once laughed at any of his jokes. In fact any time Sky nailed the punchline with a well-placed wink for good measure, the airhead would scoff as he trotted on by and rolled his eyes! The audacity, He infuriated Sky to no end, but it would take more than menial undermining to throw Sky off his game.

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| Maturing
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Trying to get a laugh out of River became the only thing he could think about. Duty was long placed in the background. Sky just can’t help being close to him, keeping his enemy close of course. It’s just so easy to taunt him to move a log there, challenge another stallion here (and get away with it) and best of all “I bet you can’t gather more than five apples for me!” It was all too easy!

Ah, who was he kidding, Sky is a lover and the big buffoon couldn’t escape his clutches by being aloof. There might be some merit to working together, as much as their dams guffaw in the distance. Brains and brawn combined in un-perfect harmony.

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For his angsty days in this ‘relationship’ “I hate everything about you - why do I love you?”

Collab piece, the sketch & shade by me and lines/colour by Nikki6Ashba

Collabing with Nikki6Ashba