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[Sanara]

Cookie
Cookie glanced over to Dingo. His splattered pelt teemed with movement as the almost tangable wind whipped around them, and cut into the tips of her wings, and through the semi thin protection her pelt offered. Inconciously, she shifted towards the large male at her side. Her slightly-offset toes on her right paw rakeing across the dirt underfoot. Her voice was soft, and slightly blurred by the wind's rise. "Im just thinking about Pookie. Well, partly of her. She really enjoys being here, but I dont know how much longer it'll be." Her face was still set towards the rising brim of the sun, yet her eyes slid towards Dingo's face in an attempt to read him.

[Wesley]

[[ Delilah A. Riamu ]]
Setting- Her house; on the couch
In context to- Cherri

"Have it in me?" smirked Delilah. Cherri had to be kidding her. It was quite obvious that Delilah was a very different person when she was only with Cherri. Hyper, excited, all of the above. "Of course you can," said Delilah. She knew that like herself, Cherri didn't have a whole lot to go home to anyways. "Wouldn't I die without you?" she laughed. But it was true. Delilah wasn't sure if she'd quite be able to live without her best friend. Who else could she sneak around with and hang with at home? Even if the two got boyfriends, Delilah herself would never find them quite as important to her as Cherri was. Delilah allowed her thoughts to drift to the TV as well. "Ugh," she said. "I know, it's so stupid," said Delilah. She wasn't about to risk the fact that she lived alone though, and she shrugged with a smile, "I guess I'll have to call Noah again to fix it," she said. Noah was a cool guy, a boy that Delilah and Cherri had both been friends with for a while - he was smart with mechanics, but neither Delilah nor Cherri could ever like him as more than a friend. "I need that thing. I want to play on the Wii!" she exclaimed, clutching her chest and acting as if it was drastic.

[ Dingo ]
Setting - The peak of a cliff, the sun is rising
In context to- Cookie

"How much longer it will be..." he repeated. The words played with his mind until he understand what she was saying. "You want to leave?" he asked, alarmed. His tail flew up without warning and he stood, his claws pushing into the mud, allowing the dirt to rise and weave itself in the crevices between his toes. "But why?" he asked, both angered and humbled. "Isn't everything here? The sunrise and the mountains, and the ground thrives with prey even when summer comes to a close. And what about us?" Dingo asked Cookie, turning to look back at her. The she-wolf had never really said that she loved him, but Dingo wished ever so much that she would.

[Darkest.Nation]

Parzival, Mascaron's mate, mare, Hanoverian (15.3hh)


Winter, stallion, Orlov Trotter (16.3 hh)


Star, stallion, Welsh Cob (D... 14.3 hh)


Theo, stallion, Paint (15.1hh)


Cosmic, stallion, unknown breed {We'll say QH for now} (15hh)

I also have tons of foals and other mares to use. (; )

[Sanara]

Cookie
Amusment played along the edges of her lips, and her face turned against the rising sun, casting a shadow against her sharp features. Something about Dingo's alarm made her smile. "I ment," She said gently. "That Pookie might leave someday. Shes not my daughter, but my sister; You know that. What I ment was that I dont know how much longer it will be till she leaves us." Her gaze rested on Dingo's face yet again. The montains with the faint golden lineing stood behind her, and the small light beams braking through the fingers of the summits danced along her wings, and framed her hair.

[Solanum]

(( Actually Wes. Could you take Pinto and Masquerade off the list? I'm not going to rp them here until I properly find my feet. And I need to know how we're going to rp Nsu and Saturn/Ahanu and Sahara x3 ))

[tokietok]

On lithe paws, Dusty swiftly moved through the marshy swamp where she adapted to. Her long, pointed snout twitched with excitement; This was her first chase in quite a few days now. The robin swooped down and to the right, swerved to the left, and dove into the branches of a tree. Dusty, unable to climb very well, stood snarling at the thick base of the pine trunk, but the robin simply gazed at her from the branches above teasingly. Losing hope and terribly hungry, the fox came to her last resort. She dug her stubby claws into the tree bark and used them like grappling hooks while her back legs dangled limply. She grunted and wiggled, but to no avail, and now, she was stuck dangling from a luckily sturdy tree branch.

[Offended Cockatiel]

Cherri smirked back. "Oh I kid, I kid. Lighten up Deli." She was teasing still, Deli was always calm around her, well sometimes to over reactive to be calm, but you get the idea. She layed herself back more. "Cool. We should totally just move in with each other, paying rent for a place you go to two times a week isn't nice." She listened and frowned. "Of course idiot." She laughed along. "Don't you dare die before i've had a chance to strangle you for all of the annoying things you've done to me." She breathed a big breath. "Ya know, if Noah wasn't such a close friend we could have considered him cute?" She took a moment to shudder and giggle. "Oh you're crazy. Get out a little!"

[Wesley]

[[ ooc: of course, Pix. And that's completely up to you on the Nsu and Saturn part; as for Sahara and Ahanu, can it at least start as it was in Ahanu's story? Visiting between the two herds, really. I'm not sure if Sahara is part of a herd or if she's a lone-gal, but Ahanu found her one day when he was visiting his 'special spot' by the river and such; they kept meeting. ]]

[[ Delilah A. Riamu ]]
Setting- Her house; on the couch
In context to- Cherri

"Out?" asked Delilah, standing from her seat. She spun in a circle, holding out her arms. "And risk losing all of this?" she asked. "You know what I think, Cherri? I think you're crazy; but I must be insane if I'm best friends with you," she meant the tease for both herself and for Cherri. She smirked. "Cute?" she repeated it as if it were a question. She was sure that Noah could be counted as cute. He reminded her a lot of Ross, but she dare not say anything about that. Tall, blond, and smart, he was a girl's dream, but it was obvious that there was something more special about Gavin to Cherri. "I suppse, but hey, missy! You're in a relationship - dare you really say anything like that? I'm gonna go tell Gavin on you," she said, faking a mad-dash to the door. This was the best part of being with Cherri. The two could goof around and teaste one another, but nothing was ever meant in a harmful way. "You could totally move in," said Deli, "but I have to warn you - I'm a bit of a grog in the morning," she laughed. She never had the best attitude or the best memory in the mornings. She got her shower time and her coffee and no one was hurt. How would the shower schedule work anyway? One might have to take a shower in the morning; the other at night. But the best part of two kenomimis in one house was that both could use their animal forms frequently. And if anyone ever burst through the condominium's door, one could change quickly and the other could play as the "pet". It was a good plan; likely to get them through another school-year though parentless. What a fool-proof plan. "Should we?" asked Delilah. "I'm getting tired of over-shifts at the burger place just to pay my rent," she laughed.

[[ Dingo ]]
Setting - The peak of a cliff, the sun is rising
In context to- Cookie

Dingo smiled, ease passing very slowly over his body and coolig his hot cheeks and the shiver on his spine. "Of course," he said. "She must leave one day; you have provided for her for a very long time, and now that she's a skilled hunter, she may come and go with the seasons." Dingo thought long and hard about the statement. He himself had often forgotten that Pookie wasn't her daughter, he almost thought of Pookie as his own daughter; he'd taught her a lot over the time and had grown to love her, but never the same love that he showed for Cookie. "She has got to be getting restless around the two of us," he laughed. "We've had our lonesome years of travel, perhaps it's her turn. But I wouldn't suggest it; I wouldn't mind keeping her around a little longer," he said, still ever so relieved that Pookie had not been referring to she herself leaving his endless paradise - theirs. Dingo looked back over his shoulder and turned towards Cookie, sitting before the sun. The sun warmed his face as he gazed at her wings, seemingly outlined in mystery, and her tuft of hair, bold. He walked closer, a bit cautiously, and he put his head on her shoulder, nuzzling into the warmth of her body in exchange for his strong body-support. "I'm so glad you won't leave me," he said, but there was no doubt that the two of them still thought of plans for the future.

[[ Danilo ]]
Setting - The swamp
In context to- Dusty

Danilo, passing through a small, peculiar marsh, perked his ears up. His pelt tingled with anxiety. He could sense the presence of another being, large and mighty on the food chain as himself. He listened cautiously, his eyes widened, on the alert look-out for anything above or below. A few grunts disrupted his walk as he strolled through, feeling strong. His muscles rippled in his shoulders as he turned his head of. His gaze was met with two eyes. Quickly, he looked down. The other creature had seen him, but she looked surprisingly gentle. He dared himself to look up again. He was of the war, but he wanted no fight. Even so, the skilled wolf would be able to fend himself from anyone who tried their claws at him. It was for this reason that he was met with the gaze of another canine - a large, beautiful fox. He heard her groans as she struggled, she seemed to be trying to swing herself off of the branch and onto the tree trunk, the branch shaking under her weight at her every frightened mood. Danilo was frightened for the poor soul, he'd known from his training that it took forever to be able to climb trees - but weren't foxes supposed to be skilled naturally in the sorts? Desperate to save her life, he too started up the small tree trunk. He only hoped that his strong composure could heal the fright that nestled inside the two of them. Why was he, a stranger, to help such as her anyways? As he pulled himself up, his claws, blunt and unsharpened, nearly gave way to his fall. But somehow, he managed to reach her, and he looked at her, not trying to think of the journey he'd endure to get down. 'Who are you?' he longed to ask, but he soon found that she'd be the first to speak. She seemed to watch him was a wondering gaze.

[Darkest.Nation]

(Ready to RP the horses?)

[Wesley]

[[ ooc: of course, Ocean. lemme start this one, I guess this should all just work itself out when we get the hang of RP'ing such a large quantity of horse characters? xD ]]

[[ Mascaron ]]
Setting- Dressing stables
In context to- Parzival

Mascaron walked into the stables, lead by the reigns. Just the other day, a new man to the dressing business had bought him, and he was making his way to the new stables to reside in after the down payment for him had been made. Mascaron wasn't used to moving around, but he knew that in a new setting, he'd be exposed to new routines and dressing materials, and he was happy for this. He was always ready for a new thing to learn or a change in the normal. He walked past the stalls, all quite empty, until he reached the last one before his own stall. In it was a beautiful mare, and she drank from the bucket in the bottom of her stall. She seemed to pay no attention to Mascaron, something that he was not used to. As the young work-hand of the dressing stables left, Mascaron turned to look over the stall. There she was. What should he do now? "Ummm.. hello?" he asked. He wasn't used to talkng to other horses in captivity, only competing with them, and he forgot that it was he who was the newcomer, that she'd been here for who knows how long. But she looked so young and beautiful, and Mascaron had to introduce himself, even though it was in such an awkward way.

[[ ooc: you can start the other. xD ]]