(BAYOU KELPIES) Spirits of the fog -Species rp-

[Temperance.]

{ Mirela }

Mirela huffed a little to herself, admittedly she was still irritated that Aroken had turned tail and run from her. It didn't make sense, what did he think she was going to do? But Mirela supposed that dwelling on it wouldn't help anything, so with a toss of her head she put those thought firmly away and began to focus on where she was going. "Where AM I going?" She exclaimed in bewilderment, suddenly glad that she had decided to head to the pond early.

Turning around in a circle she frowned and tilted her head, eventually closing her eyes and simply sniffing the air. Finding the right pond in a marsh or a bayou was like looking for a needle in a haystack, but at least Mirela figured that if she could pick out a strong Kelpie scent along with stagnant water smell...maybe she'd find the right area.

Mirela was so engrossed in what she was doing that she didn't even realize that she wasn't alone until she rammed into a large, and very solid, living creature. Snorting in alarm the mare leaped backwards, eyes narrowed worriedly as she tried to figure out who -or what- she had rammed into. But when Mirela realized who it was that she was looking up at...she let out a gasp of both surprise and delight.

"Fenris?! Is that you???"

{ Fenris }

The large stallion couldn't fathom what he was doing. It was one thing to quietly and unobtrusively pass through a herds territory, but quite another to actually enter it and go looking for a Kelpie. In his defense he would have sworn that he had scented Mirela, and Fenris knew that if he missed her he would regret it. Still, it seemed to be positively mad of him to be traipsing through this herd's territory, the last thing he needed was a fight with some ornery herd stallion! Besides, for all he knew Mirela had finally found a place she could belong to, and it would be positively selfish of him to disturb her. Why force her to relive such terrible times? He asked himself quietly. Mirela was only lucky that she had been so young when it all happened, the memories wouldn't be so vivid, so fresh.

But Fenris remembered, he could still hear the bloodcurdling shrieks, the furious whinny's, and the sickening thuds of bodies hitting the earth. Every waking moment he could see it.

Shuddering the stallion forced those thoughts away and focused on the Mirela scent he had picked up on earlier. He would have sworn that it was getting closer to him, and with a flicker of hope he wondered if perhaps she was searching for him as well. HE came across her quite suddenly though, she had her nose in the air and seemed....lost. Stifling a snort of amusement he watched as the silly mare walked a few unsteady steps towards him. He didn't expect for her to ram into him, but that was precisely what she did.

Still watching her in amusement he felt a familiar happiness when she opened her eyes, it was soothing to him, seeing that her brilliant blue eyes hadn't changed a bit since he'd last seen her. Even though she'd gone from being a lanky yearling to this beautiful mare. Arching an eyebrow he shot her a friendly grin,

"Long time no see, right Mirela?" He murmured, the same protective feelings from the past rising up within him. And suddenly it was as though they had never parted ways.

If you'd rather have me take him out then I will. Not sure if you saw my form Waffle, or if it was accepted XD So if I'm being a disobedient person by posting this, just say the word and I'll take it down ^^

[Lavapony]

Vanity shook her fur again and kept walking. She began to hear voices, she recognized the one but couldn't fit the kelpie.
The shrugged it off and wasn't paying attention to how much louder it was getting. She looked up quick to see the sun almost completely swallowed by the horizon. She felt more sharp pains and the cause had once again been thorn bushed, she made a startled noise and half reared up, she stopped when she saw the two Kelpies in front of her, Mierla and some other stallion with a broken horn.

She sighed and looked at them, of coarse fate brought her and Mierla face to face again. "Hey.." She voice sounded calm and smooth but she really wanted to say 'Oh, its you again'

[BayloneRose]

might i say that i am honnored to own the very first adoptable Kelpie!


Username: BayloneRose
Kelpies name: Dreamscape

Kelpies gender: female
Kelpies age: 5
Kelpies height: 16.2 hh
Kelpies Personality: Dreamscape earned her name because she is always day-dreaming! Dreamy has her own world inside her head that she often visits and her imagination can get bigger than the real wrold. She loves to explore and learn new things and hates to stand in one place for long. Dreamscape is a great friend but can offten be misunderstood by others who don't know her well.
Link to Kelpie/ Proof of ownership: here
Herd rank: Mare(for now, i guess)

Username: Rosie
Kelpies name: Moonrift

Kelpies gender: male
Kelpies age: 7
Kelpies height: 17 hh
Kelpies Personality: Moonrift is wise and quite. He is a bit of a loner and prefers to be by himself then with a group of BK's. He is always looking at the world around him and notices even the smallest of things.
Link to Kelpie/ Proof of ownership: clicky^^
Herd rank: Loner

[Temperance.]

{ Mirela }

Delight shot through Mirela, she hadn't seen her foal-hood friend and protector since she was but a yearling! Tossing her head excitedly the mare nuzzled Fenris gently against his shoulder.

"I had no idea what had happened to you, I...I feared the worst." She whispered painfully her eyes meeting his as she stared at him sorrowfully. The two shared many tragic and sad memories, remembrances of a time and place that would haunt them for the rest of their lives.

Mirela truly was glad to see Fenris, but she had to admit that meeting him again like this brought back old and grief-filled memories. The stricken expression on her parents face, a violent rogue scarring Fenris and snapping off his antlers....such unnecessary violence. Little wonder she had chosen the path of a loner, it seemed safer when compared to the sheer brutality and heartlessness that could exist within a herd.

Shaking herself to ward of a shudder, Mirela looked into Fenris' amber orange eyes, a colour that reminded her with a pang of Aroken. "So how have you been?" She asked softly, more meaning behind her words than simply what she had said. Fenris for his part sighed and slowly hung his head for a moment.

"Good enough I suppose, following the lonely path." He murmured, shooting her a sadly amused look. The two of them had always joked that they would never willingly choose to follow "the lonely path" as a loner, back when they both had been young, naive, and foolish.

Mirela lowered her head, but a soft and sad smile as she nodded sorrowfully. "Yes, me too." He seemed surprised at that, but didn't get a chance to speak, because the pretty gray mare from earlier suddenly appeared.

{ Fenris }

Fenris couldn't keep his eyes off of Mirela, there was something...healing about seeing her like this. Whole, beautiful, and independent. He couldn't begin to recount how many times he had looked up at the sky and wondered how she was faring. Beaten down and miserable? Hurting inside and wishing her protector had been there for her? Or happy and well loved within a herd? The fact that she was a loner like him bothered Fenris a little, Mirela should be in a herd, with a loyal and attentive mate watching over her. Not traipsing around like a lost soul, like him.

But Fenris didn't have a chance to vocalize this thought, for at that moment a gray mare had stepped from the thick undergrowth and now stood in front of them. He frowned slightly at the intrusion, he had hoped that he would be able to speak privately with Mirela for a while, but it seemed that was destined to be interrupted.

Almost coldly he studied the mare, assessing her, she seemed to recognize Mirela -though his friend didn't seem to be particularly pleased or irritated with this mare- but Fenris had never seen her before. He had made it almost his mission to avoid interaction with other kelpies, too much potential for hurt. Yet it seemed that now he was going to be drawn into conversation whether he liked it or not.

Dipping his head to her courteously he decided to return her greeting.

"Hello."

Mirela shot him an almost amused glance but he chose to ignore her, let the brindle mare say what she wanted, just because he acted the part of a gentlehorse didn't mean he was overly attracted or interested in anyone.

[Chasing Dreams]

;; Shallo ;;

"Good fruit, why, you look a little plump yourself young one," Shallo smiled, "Nah, this isn't the best place to get fruit, but it is the best place for grass, since it's close to the water, the grass is always at it's greenest." Shallo leaned his head down and took a big mouth-full of the grass. It was the best he'd ever ate. "Delicious, you have got to try some." Shallo said while little bits of grass fell out of his mouth. He pawed at the dirt, it was also very moist, and sometimes small puddles of water would form in the fresh hole. But no water dripped out of the soft earth. Shallo sighed, "We'll have to find a different place to drink if you want any water, it's too dry here."

[~*Waffletastic!*~]

Damien
Mood: Curious, content
With: Mirela
Location: Outside of herdland
Crush: None-

Damien walked around the Bayou, bored.
His ears swivveled, looking for any sign of other kelpies.
But with no signs.

He listened to his footsteps.
The soft thud of hoofs on sod and Moss.
But all of a sudden something tugged on his long antlers,

A low hanging branch had caught on his horn.
He struggled to get out,

But as if on que a little mare walked out, looking at him
as if he was crazy.

He stopped and looked at her with a embarrest smile
He pulled himself free, but still had a bit of moss
Hanging from his horn

Neither said a word yet.

[Temperance.]

{ Mirela }

Mirela didn't see any reason to stick around once Vanity showed up. She felt awkward and rude enough as it was, with the whole Dexter thing going on, she didn't want to get on even worse terms with this mare....though at this point she wondered if that was even possible.

Clearing her throat softly she inclined her head to both of them, shooting a particularly special look at Fenris.

"I'll talk to you later Fen." she murmured softly, her eyes fixing warmly on him. "It was great to see you again." she whispered with a smile, but she still didn't want to stick around.

So it was that Mirela found herself wandering aimlessly again. Heaving a giant sigh, she was about to continue walking to where she thought the pond was when a clattering sound startled her. Looking up she watched as another gorgeous stallion untangled himself from a branch.

For a moment she just looked at him funny, one part of her wanted to burst out into peals of laughter, while the other wanted to simply shake her head sadly. But when he finally pulled himself free and shot her an embarrassed and sheepish smile...the laughter won out.

Bursting out into musical laughter she stepped closer to him and looked up into his intriguing green eyes.

"Why hello, you seem to have a bit of moss stuck to your antlers." she said in a friendly and gentle manner, tilting her head to catch the moss with her elegant horns. Grabbing it she gave a toss of her head and flicked it away.

"There, much better." she said with a warm smile. "I'm Mirela, and who are you?" She asked him curiously. By now she figured that there had to be something in the water, how else did you explain this areas seemingly endless supply of breathtaking stallions?

[~*Waffletastic!*~]

Damien
Mood: Curious, content
With: Mirela
Location: Outside of herdland
Crush: None-

He smiled and laughed a bit as she did.
"I, My dear, am Damien."
He said, giving her a dip of the head politely.

He then looked at the bit of Moss,
that was just flung from his own horns
"And i am extremely decorative."

He smiled again and let out a chuckle
"And thanks for the hand, I'm a bit tall."
He said, looking up at the low hanging branches

"I tend to get...Stuck on things."
He smiled and his eyes fell to hers

[Temperance.]

{ Mirela }

Mirela found herself relaxing almost subconsciously in the presence of this stallion. There was just something about him that automatically seemed to put her at ease. Perhaps it was his easy humour, or maybe just some sort of...essence that he emitted. But whatever it was, she was enjoying it. It felt amazing to let her guard down a little bit.

So it was that she shot him an easy smile when he introduced himself. "Well then, it's an honor to meet you Damien." she said, shooting him a pretty smile.

Her laughter rang out again when he mentioned being decorative, and she flicked him playfully with her tail after that, "Indeed you are! And what a handsomely decorated stallion you make." She purred out, her tone amused and teasing, but more in a playful way than anything.

She nodded solemnly when he mentioned his extensive height, she wasn't really tall enough to have that problem, but she could easily imagine what a hassle that would be. When he mentioned how he often got stuck on things, and then looked back down into her eyes, Mirela felt a genuine smile build within her.

"Well, I can't exactly relate, but I definitely can sympathize. Still, your height isn't that terrible. Some mares find very tall stallions extra attractive you know." She said matter of factly, her eyes twinkling brightly as she did so.

"So, tell me Damien, are you part of the local herd? Or just passing through? Like me, im a loner believe it or not." She said cheerfully.

[~*Waffletastic!*~]

Damien
Mood: Curious, content
With: Mirela
Location: Outside of herdland
Crush: None-

"MMM, Quite."
He said in a fake snobby voice,
He pursed his lips and lifted his head,
Making a funny face as he waltz'd passed her.

"But I do Believe the spanish Moss accents me best."
He wiggled his nose and fluttered his eyes.
"Especially when it is flailed across my face."
He laughed when she said that mares found height attractive.

He went to trot back to her,
But doing so catching himself on another branch.
"Oh i see why you ladies like this."
He smirked at her and let out a chuckle.
"So sexy,"

But he then remembered her question.
"Oh, I'm a traveler."
He said, tugging.
He changed his angle- and pulled again
He suddenly fell free.

"Lone wolf, Babe."
He said, smirking and shaking the moss and leaves off.