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Username - -
- Capybara, previously Rdze and HeronHappy<3. ^3^
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WTE Name - -
- Seafoam Rock. I chose it because of her white, foamy markings splashing(no pun intended) against the dark speckled rock-like color, and the turquoise eyes, like a reflection of the distant deeps of the ocean. I've pondered many names, but only this truly clicked.
However, she actually prefers to be called "Rocky" by others in casual situations.
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WTE Age - -
- 5, still younger and not the most mature. She was born on July 17th; a Cancer.
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Gender - -
- Seafoam is, quite clearly, a mare. She may be patterned like a stallion, and her personality might be in-between typical stallion and mare temperaments at times, but she is female.
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Height - -
- 14.2 hh
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Personality - -
- One of the most pleasant mares your bound to meet, Seafoam is a very peaceful whiptail. She's not always on watch and guard like most of the herd, she's usually much more easygoing and predictable than even a foal. Normally if something is going on that uprises the whole herd, she's as calm as can be and will do her best to get everyone to calm down and do what's needed. When you're up in the mountains, too, she is always someone you want to bring; as she knows all of the fun trails to canter around on. Her main personality lies locked deep down, only coming out around close buddies she feels completely at ease with. She's also very agile, and can gallop about 3 times the length of a regular equid without getting tired or starting to ache.
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Genes - -
- Black base: AA=Grey, AA=Splash, Aa= Leopard
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Story - -
- "Are we there yet, Rocky?"
Seafoam sighed as Samson whined for the 4th time in 15 minutes. "No, we're still about 2 kilometers away. And we might loose our footing, so we're not going at anything more than a trot."
As the dapple pranced amongst the rocky meadows, the chestnut just acted like a twerp, bumping into Seafoam, going in a very slow walk, then speeding up to a canter and slowing down when he was right in front of the mare.
After 5 minutes of Samson being a brat, Seafoam finally just sighed and exclaimed, "You do know I'm still not going to turn back, right?!" After that he behaved quite well and fell into a smooth trot beside her. Soon enough, they reached the start of a forest.
"Okay, we can gallop now. Race ya'!" Samson whinnied and ran straight towards the well-beaten and dusty trail, and sped down the trail for about 20 seconds until Seafoam finally said, "Wrong path, smarty."
While Samson half-cantered-half-slumped back at a ground-eating pace, Seafoam trotted down a skinny, smooth trail far off from the main trail, one that was hidden in a labyrinth of bushes. "Well, this is what I've been waiting to show you for a long time. I've finally got it cleaned up, and cleared."
The leathery bushes made a complete arch over the small track, like bumpers, almost. It ran for a few miles, and was just wide enough to jam 3 equids side-by-side in. It was mainly tightly packed bushes, all the way down the path, with occasional circular patches in the sides of the leafy ceiling, that let light in. "It looks great for racing on, Seafoam. Stunning, really. It's great! And nice and warm."
By then, now that Seafoam had noticed it, it was nice and warm in there. She shivered for a moment, but then got into a stance, like one of a horse ready to flee. "Well, want to have the first official race, Sammy?" The chestnut sighed contently and immediately replied with, "Why not just ask me if I want to break into the village stable's feed room again when the barrels are uncovered?"
Dashing down the path they both went, pounding the supple ground. "You know I'm going to beat you, right, Sammy?", Seafoam taunted, but Samson only heard a small bit as Rocky's words got sucked away by the wind. As he turned his head to ask her what she said before "Sammy", he crashed into the end of the tunnel-like race track and crashed through the bushes. Seafoam heard a shriek as he slipped off a ledge hidden by the plants, and then a sickening "crack" and a splash a few seconds later. She cringed, scared to look past what she had always thought of as a patch of bushes, thinking she'd see the bloody, dying body of one of her best friends.
"This better have been a freaking mis-mist-mis-mistake and not in-in-intentional Seafoam, or you are seriously frea-freak-FREAKING DEAD!", Seafoam heard a voice yell from far down. Surprised, she leaned over the edge to see at the bottom of a 70 foot drop, an angry, soaked, sputtering equid crawling out of a crashed beaver dam nestled in a lazy river at the bottom of the small canyon. Seafoam found a small staircase carved into the wall of the cliff. She carefully edged down, ledge to ledge, until she reached the bottom. It was most certainly hot down there: the water was around 90 degrees.
But he wasn't glowering at Seafoam; instead Samson was staring at the other end of the cavern, head cocked. If you walked to the end of the river along the shallow and sandy bottom, where Samson currently was, you would be right in front of a giant, marbled statue of a head. It was elevated, as there was room to swim underneath it, but about 1 foot of water flowed through the demon-like mouth. "Well, I'm too curious, I'm going in."
Seeming to have completely forgotten his anger with Rocky, he looked at her seriously and said, "C'mon. It's not like it's a sacrificial temple or anything."
And with that, they both trailed around the temple, just another day in the book of life.
Art :3
