Phaethon's Tekes • Equine • We Moved!

[grapejuice]

My first release Teke ;3; her name will be Cheyenne<3 I'll edit the form now I'm sorry for my mix up earlier cx

[Desmond]

Thank you, Dia! <33

[Dia.]

A preview of the special release is in the fanclub. ^^

[fg05281]

Hey! I didn't know Bentley adopted from here!

[Dia.]

Yep. ^^
Bentley is a cool kid now. xD

[fg05281]

Ya! This place is awesome bently!

[Dia.]

HUH! Well that's odd. I thought that all tekes wore strings and were kept neat and tidy. I guess these ones escaped the round ups.. crafty little fellows. I don't see why we have to deal with them now.. I'm off the clock. Let's just see who can get them to head towards their own herd lands and we'll call it good.

The special release is now up. Find them under the normal adoption post. ^^ Please read all the information.

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They say it's empty out there. Just beyond the range. Like a void; an empty and bottomless pit.
They say you can smell the ancient remainders of the animals who once inhabited the dry pale land.
Not one single living creature.
But I'm going to prove them wrong.
I know there's something out there that's not usual.

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Username :: {h o r s e}
Name :: Europa
Name Meaning :: Europa is the sixth-closest moon of the planet Jupiter.
Number :: #0151

Gender :: Mare
Height :: 16 hands high
Age :: Five years
Coat Colour :: Blue roan
Dip Size :: Large
Dip Colour :: Black
Markings :: White sock on near hind, stripe/blaze

Personality :: Europa is a bit of a loner. She belongs to a herd, but she tends to stick to herself. She is not very attached to any herd, no matter what horse is in it, or who the stallion is. She spends most of her time exploring on her own, and stallions find it hard to impress her. She's not shy, but she doesn't like the company of other horses, and much prefers the company of small animals like her rabbit companion, Max and her bird companion, Angel. She takes interest in all things nature, and loves to find new places to visit on her own. She can be slightly stubborn at times, and really noncompliant. She does things her way, and nothing can change that. Despite her solitary ways, Europa lives her life to the fullest, always having fun. She loves the milder seasons - not too hot and not too cold. She is smart and strategic, always knowing where to go and what to do. Europa is quick to react, always swift and silent.
History :: Europa was born in a huge herd of wild tekes, hidden away in the depth of the desert. She hated the large number of tekes, but put up with it. Her herd was very elusive, never ever seen by man. She was taught many survival tactics, and her mother, being a mare who loved to explore too, had a great influence on her personality. When Europa turned four, she left the herd and lived alone for many months, where she met her two companions, Max and Angel. She was soon snagged by a stallion, and even though her herd is small and her stallion is very lenient, Europa still was not very attached to her herd.
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Story :: I grabbed my suitcase, hauling it out of the trunk of the car. It felt great to be home, but there was no time to rest. I quickly unlocked the front door of the lodge, shutting and locking them behind me. I switched the lights on, unbolting the windows and letting some fresh air into the stuffy house that had been left so long. I briskly unpacked my things and made myself a cup of tea, peering out the window. A large valley lay in front of me - just enough to fit 8 paddocks, 16 horses and a large barn. I counted the horses quickly; they were all there.
My eyes scanned the horizons, skimming over the mountain ranges and the semi-arid land further beyond. Word has been that there is something out there. Past the semi-arid land, deep in the desert. The sun began to slowly set, as I grabbed something to eat, sitting out on the porch in silence. It was good to be back.

They say it's empty out there. Just beyond the range. Like a void; an empty and bottomless pit.
They say you can smell the ancient remainders of the animals who once inhabited the dry pale land.
Not one single living creature.
But I'm going to prove them wrong.
I know there's something out there that's not usual.

I shifted my weight in the large saddle, holding a firm grip on the reins as I urged the large bay mare into a frantic gallop. The mare threw herself at the incline, making ground quickly. I sighed, pulling her back to a walk again. We carefully entered the forest, treading lightly. Everything was silent. The forest was dark and gloomy, but still so vibrant and full of life. I had never gotten this far away from the lodge. It was like another world up in the airy, crisp mountains. There was so much life, but so little. So far away and so ancient. I could almost hear the trees breathing, sighing heavily in the light breeze.

I slapped the bay mare, Chloe on the shoulder, turning her around slowly. We had been out there the whole day, and I needed to get back before sunrise. Chloe lowered her head, snorting loudly. I heard a few other snorts. 'Chloe, stop.' I hissed. But I soon realized it wasn't Chloe - it was another horse. I slowly turned my head to see a light coat shimmering in the forest. My breath caught in my throat as I stood by her. The mare was a teke, it was obvious. There was wild fear in the blue roan's eyes as she paced cautiously. She was on my property- so far away from home. There was something inside me that knew that she must be mine. I needed to close the back gate, so the entire property would be enclosed. Maybe, one day I would see her again in many thousands of acres. I spurred the mare into a gallop, the wild teke already having taken off. Thoughts raced through my mind. Does she have a herd? A nearby whinny in the air answered my question for me. I shoved my heels down, urging the loyal mate forward again. I could see the teke - it was fast, but not as fast as me. It was traveling towards the gate, but not the gate itself. Chloe began to gain on the mysterious mare, and I steered her towards the mare again, trying to deter her from the gate. I looked back over my property, hearing the call of a stallion from behind. I pulled the mare to a canter, turning back around. The wild mare was gone. I was dumbfounded by the sneaky and mysterious mare, hoping that she was still within the gates. I latched it quickly, padlocking it and turning Chloe around. We were so far away from the lodge, and the sun was setting. I turned back to see the mare, grazing, on the other side of the fence. I could see a small flash of colour in the distance- her herd. The mare was quick to react, and couldn't be outsmarted. But I knew, however, that she would be my little secret.

Likes ::
✓ Autumn and spring
✓ Water
✓ Nature
✓ Her companions
✓ Quiet animals
✓ Small herds
✓ Exploring
✓ Being solitary
✓ Flowers

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Dislikes ::
✗ Humans
✗ Large herds
✗ Rude stallions
✗ Unfamiliar horses
✗ Large animals
✗ Being vulnerable
✗ Bad heat
✗ Annoying foals

Poem :: Mane gracefully dancing,
A mind of it's own.
Built for this land,
Yet so delicate and fine.

So bold and stoic,
Never batting and eye.
Biting back and fighting hard,
Warrior of the desert.

Eyes, solemn and grave,
Scanning the horizon.
She knows this land well,
But yet still knows so little.

Companions ::
Europa's companions are Max the male rabbit and Angel the female Blue Jay.

Credits
Max Image :: watershipdowns.webs.com
Angel Image :: birdsflight.com
Rabbit forest image :: vi.sualize.us

[grapejuice]

Username:
Grapejuice

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Name:
Marimba
Number:
#0148
Mane & Tail Art:
Full Body
Headshot
Another Full Body

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Age:
Six Years
Height:
15.1 hh
Coat Color:
Grullo Sabino (with brindle)
Dip Size/Color:
Small, palomino


Sire:
Beethoven's Fifth Symphony
Dam:
Unknown

Before There Was Music:
Her father was a prized stallion by the name of Beethoven's Fifth Symphony, or simply, Beethoven. A racehorse from the state of Turkmenistan in Central Asia. He was a fine example of his sleek, beautiful breed. A good sixteen hands high, thick with muscle, and blue beads adorning his neck. Like many owned Tekes, he bore no mane, and his tail was softer than silk without a single tangle to be found.
But one night before a big race, a saboteur stole him while all were asleep. And the obedient human-raised stallion followed without concern. He was brought far out into the barren deserts of his home, and released. Following the instincts which had been dormant up until this time, he began to wander. And wander he did until he came across a petite mare, much more frail than he from being so malnourished in the wild. But she was beautiful, with her tangled mane, fuzzy muzzle, and unkempt tail. Beethoven took her as his own, and that two started a herd. He'd managed to gather two more mares and a yearling filly, before tragedy struck. The mare he'd met up with had grown too weak, and could no longer stand. Without any other choice, he had to leave her behind.
So he traveled now with a smaller herd, his heavy heart in tow. And it wasn't long before his wild instincts completely took over. His mane grew out, shaggy and long. His tail became a tangled mess filled with burrs and covered in cached dirt. He became this rutheless beast, something you wouldn't have expected back when he was a proper racehorse. Beethoven could have been renamed "Crescendo" with the way he was constantly sneaking up on other wild bands and stealing away their mares.
Years go by, and the once beloved stallion is old and frail. He stands atop a sand dune, watching as yet another mare leaves without so much as a 'good-bye'. Now all he has is an elder chocolate palomino mare, who has just given birth to his final offspring. A beautiful grulla filly with a palomino splash. And this filly, would be the last of his legacy. The last you would ever see from the famously infamous Beethoven. Once she has her footing, the pair say farewell to the stallion who has stirred up quite a lot of trouble, both in the world of the civil and the world of the wild. The end of the great stallion is only the beginning of his newly arrived daughter, Marimba.

And Music Has Graced Us:
Now we get our first glimpse of the star of our story, Marimba. She had only just been welcomed to the world and already had to say good-bye to her father. It's not long before she and her mother are claimed by a young bachelor stallion, one who proves to be very kind and caring. The stallion does his best to watch over his two new additions, and even plays with Marimba when she's getting fussy. But as his herd begins to grow, the stallion tends to her less and less. Which is fine, really. As she grows older, she gains more privileges. Like exploring! Not long after having been weaned, the little filly shows her adventurous side as she constantly wanders away from the herd to get a better view of her surroundings (even though it's mostly desert and sand). Most of the time, her mother would have to come and collect her before she could get into any trouble.
Sadly, though, I did only say "most of the time." Late one evening the girl was able to sneak off undetected, and was determined to find... something. She wasn't quite sure herself what she was trying to find, but she hoped it would be something new and exciting. And boy it was. Quicksand looks a lot like regular sand, if you didn't know. Marimba certainly didn't, not even when she pranced right into a pit of it. It wasn't until she couldn't pick up her hooves that she knew she was in trouble. And the filly panicked and cried, hoping to be rescued by her family. Someone came around eventually, just not her herd. Remember the weak, frail mare who'd once known her father? She hadn't given up on life just yet. That same old mare, half blind in one eye and limping on one hoof had found her. She was obviously in a lot of pain, both physical and internal. The mare looked over the struggling Marimba, and something about the filly made her think back to the kind stallion who'd taken her in years ago. Without a word, she moved into the sand. The filly had already sunk to her knees, and the old mare merely placed her head and neck under the girl's body, and lifted with whatever strength she had. It freed the soon-to-be yearling, but doomed the mare.
She'd be reunited with that kind stallion.
And Marimba swears that she had met her guardian angel.
From that day on, she doesn't go exploring on her own. She manages to find her herd just as they're getting ready to move, but no one will listen to the story she has to tell. She's simply reprimanded, and life goes on.
Time goes on and she leaves her herd. It's a difficult parting, as she says goodbye to her mother and step-father, but they believe she'll be fine on her own. For the most part, they were right. Not long into her newfound freedom, a prince charming comes calling, and swooned by his sweet-talk, she accepts. So she joins him and his small band of mares, all of whom are much older and very snooty. They care not for their new member, and simply oogle their stallion, driven by his constant compliments and attention. This stallion, though, surprisingly favors Marimba. She becomes the light of his day, or to quote him specifically, "The guiding light of my life, my muse". He constantly fawns over her and her unique coloring, and it's not long before the other mares become angry. The lead mare drives her out, and unable to do anything about it, she is alone. Which brings us to the present.

The Show Must Go On:
So she's hit a bit of a rough patch. Big deal, it could have happened to anyone. The mare plans to stick to her optomistic attitude and move on with life. Although being without a herd in the barren deserts of her homeland is risky, it's more than alright by her. More time to run around and stretch her legs! Those other mares couldn't stand being near her, let alone race side-by-side with her.
Currently she is on her way towards the great crater where these Phaethon Tekes were first discovered. Marimba is hoping that there, she can find other Tekes and try to become part of another herd. Of course if she can't, she won't stick around to see if anyone shows up. The last thing she wants is to be captured and never feel the sand of her home beneath her hooves again. That, would certainly get a rise out of this normally docile girl.

Personality:
Marimba is a gentle soul overall. She's quiet and kind, never one to speak ill of another. The mare feels very grateful to still have her life, especially after her near-death experience as a yearling. She believes in the power of karma: you do good and the universe will reward you. Do bad, and you shall be punished. Not that she thinks she did anything good enough for someone to sacrifice themselves for her, that is. Perhaps the mare really was a guardian angel. With that being said, she has an appreciation for each day she lives, no matter what happens. It's rare to see her without a smile on her face, as she does what she can to be a cheerful mare.
And although you might now expect it, she's still very adventurous. Not in the sense that she'll go off without a care and throw herself in the path of danger, but with her mind constantly going and thinking things through. It's especially needed when water sources are scarce. She'll look around for signs of underground springs. Small plants sustaining life, seemingly without any help, or large colonies of bugs who only come out at night. Those signs usually indicate a hidden spring, and the mare simply digs into the sand until water begins to trickle out. She'll then drink her fill, and move along. To say the least, she's a very clever mare.
With that intelligence, though, comes a sense of cockiness. Yes, she had this mindset that she's always right and that she knows what she's talking about. She becomes hostile when someone questions said intelligence, and will argue her point until either the offender gives up, or she is ultimately proven wrong. Even then she'll refuse to swallow her pride, and merely nod in agreement without another word. One could say she's stubborn, but I don't think that even begins to describe it. This is probably the only time someone would ever hear her raise her voice and boil with irritation, because she really isn't a mean mare. It's not in her nature.

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Likes:
- Exploring
- Her guardian angel
- Running
- Life

Dislikes:
- Quicksand
- Scorpions
- Having her intellect questioned

Hobbies:
- Finding water sources
- Racing the desert birds

Fears:
- Drowning in quicksand
- Being wrong

Secrets:
She'll never admit it, but she has Allodoxaphobia, which is a fear of opinions. She's so hard-headed she can't bear listening to anyone elses' opinions, especially if she comes to a realization that she's wrong. Which brings us to her fear of being wrong, or Atychiphobia. But don't tell anyone, she might just have to explain why you're wrong.

Favorite Place:
The Desert Sand Dunes at Sunset

Tunes:
Viva la Vida - Coldplay
Lord of the Rings Theme
Micheal Jackson Medley

[Tynahi]

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Username: Tynahi
Name: Zlatan though he is also called "Zale" for short.
Name Meaning: Means "Golden" or "Golden Boy"
ID Number: #150
Gender: Stallion
Age: 3 Years
Staus: Completely Wild
Herd: None
Herd Status: Just left his paternal herd to start his own.

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Coat Color: Buckskin
Markings: Light Dappling, 2 socks, 2 cornets, Blaze
Dip: Medium Brown
Eye Color: Light Blue
Height: 15.1 hh
Mane Ref: Like this. Up to you if you want to make it shorter. I was just thinking scruffy.
Tail Ref:Here c: Sorry had to change to sketches. My computer is acting up.
More Sketches

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Positive Traits

Negative Traits

✓Intelligent

✗ Stubborn

✓Courageous

✗ Showoff

✓Loyal

✗ Inexperienced

✓Spirited

✗ Defensive

✓Curious

✗ Flirt

Goals

Fears

➺To make a herd of his own

✗ Being alone

➺To make the best of his life

✗ Being captured

➺To explore and find the right homeland

✗ Being completely lost

Likes

Dislikes

o Thunderstorms

⊗ Heat

o Being the Center of Attention

⊗ Feeling Disliked

o Finding New Places

⊗ Being in one spot for too long

o Being with Friends

⊗ Having to Act a Certain Way

Habits
o Gets quiet when upset, angry or afraid
o Flicks tail when in thought
o Tends to push others away

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➢ Mother: Isabella palomino mare with blue eyes, faint dappling and cremello medium-large dip.
➢ Father: Pure black stallion with light blue eyes and minimal steel dip.
➢ Siblings: Silver Dapple Black filly with dark blue eyes, three socks, star, and silver buckskin medium dip.
➢ Friends: n/a
➢ Rivals: n/a
➢ Crush: Has taken an interest in this mare

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