Sᴜʀʀᴇᴀʟ Wɪɴᴅs ⊱ Wɪʟᴅ Mᴏᴜɴᴛᴀɪɴ Eǫᴜɪᴅ Sᴇᴍɪ-Lɪᴛᴇʀᴀᴛᴇ RP

[Potato.]

Name: Skittles
Mood: Shy
Location: Forest
Tags: Zachariah; Dragan
Crush: None

Skittles flicked her tail back and forth, not caring to even realize her plume was getting damp and thrashing water droplets everywhere with each swing she took. She tilted her head in confusion at Dragan's question, but calmed her expression realizing that he didn't even know Russet, so of course he wouldn't know the reason she hoped the other colt didn't follow. ''Well because.. he is a newborn. He was only a few days old when he and his dam entered my father's herd. He is scared of everything except his mother. If he followed me, well he could be out lost and he'll be my responsibility.'' Skittles shook her head after she spoke uncomfortably. ''I don't want him to be lost Dragan, whether I know him well or not.'' the filly added before bending her head low also and nibbling at the grass hungrily.

[CopperChaos]

Azuri

Mood: Scared, panicking, Arachnephobic
Location: forest somewhere
With: Kuñjo and Caelan, Nizhoni and her family near by
Crush: N/A
[Link]

She was about to reply to Kuñjo when she heard Caelan yell her name and then... Watch it? She turned her head as he cantered up and something fell onto her back, she looked to see what it was and shrieked. Panicking she kicked out and reared to get the spider off her back. "GET IT OFF! GET IT OFF" she pleaded, truly scared. Spiders were her worst fear, how did Caelan find out?! She could still feel it crawling on her and the feeling was killing her. Her vision blurr, oh gosh she couldn't faint now, still yelling she ran to get it of, kicking as she did to dislodge the disgusting creature. She tripped and fell, the darkness of fear closing in and well....fainted.

((Hah a bit dramatic but I wanted to get her true fear into it and all))

Tagged: fantasy girl, Jones. And Serenaded by Angels

[Ralonica]

{Just saying... I always imagined my boys with Australian accents. Just in case anyone wanted to know. Like how Esperanza has a Spanish accent...}

Hasufel
With Felaróf and Esperanza.
Mood: So have we made a friend?
He is crushing on no-one

I snort, and look up at Esperanza. I stop splashing and scramble out of the water onto the bank, then make a big point of shaking all the water out of my coat close to Esperanza. "Fell sleeps like a log at the best of times." I say, subconsciously aware of my harsher, more southern accent compared to Esper's smoother tone. I had never really been aware of my voice before. It was how everyone spoke at home.

Felaróf
With Hasufel and Esperanza.
Mood: Zzzzzzz...
He is crushing on no-one

-sleeping-

[fantasy girl]

Kuñjo

With: Caelan & Azuri
Feeling: Bored, surprised

I yawned slightly, but perked my ears when I suddenly saw Caelan cantering out from the bushes and swished his tail over Azuri's back. And I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw Azuri's reaction where she was screaming, bucking, rearing and just in general acting like a girl. Well not that big of a deal really, every filly I had met had spooked or screamed off an spider, but Azuri's reaction concerned me. And when she collapsed to the ground I trotted forwards giving Caelan a harsh look ''Now see what you've done'' I stopped and nudged her quite hard, but there was no reactions. I looked down at the spider who quickly fled the scene not knowing that he had caused this all.

[.Survivor.]

(Heheheheh.........)

Shaman perked his ears as he was patrolling further into the forest, trying to find the ones who were responsible for scaring his only daughter. He froze when he heard a scream and trotted to it just in time to see a young filly bucking and cow hopping like crazy. He just stood there and snorted.

Nizhoni was of course, still hiding behind her mother, scared silly as her other was trying to calm her down...of course the scream didn't help matters...

[LadyCrowsong]

Rosetta Zorrane

Mood: Determined, stubborn, fatigued though she isn't about to show it
With: no one yet
Crush: she doesn't know anyone here yet

She had been traveling for days, trotting, walking, and galloping on through the land. Her fur was filled with little things she picked up from plants as she brushed them by on her journey and her hooves were caked with mud from both traveling through rainstorms as well as stepping in water, be it puddles for the fun of it or creeks to cross.
At one point she had found tracks coming from all around to one particular stream and so she assumed it meant there were not many other sources of water in the area. So, Rozie had chosen to follow the stream and it was what led her to her present location.
Her ears pricked when she heard splashing downstream. Memories flashed in her mind of her father playing around in the water and never letting her or her older brother get a drink in peace, which was all right because she never minded horsing around.
But that life was behind her now. The splashing she heard before her was not the result of her silly father. Of her oppressive father. The stallion she had sought so hard to escape supervision of. She had to keep her purpose in mind; she could not go back now, not after having come all this way! She did not even know how far back her family was, nor how to reach them.
She heard the sound of voices, but that was muffling by the babbling voice of running water near her. Her ears angled toward the sounds, the bodies, and she watched, wondering if she should approach them or not.

[Soriams]

Location: Valley Forest
Doing: Exploring
Tagged: Skittles & Dagen

Picking his way carefully through the forest, Zach eventually comes across the little stream that was his river once more, and he splashes into it. Standing with the water swirling around his hooves, he looks up and down the waterway, feeling completely lost. He has no idea which way the answering neigh was coming from anymore, and not being used to the woods, all the trees are starting to look the same to him. Snorting and feeling a bit winded, he lets out a quiet nicker of frustration and dips his head down to drink, sucking in the cool water to calm the pounding in his chest.

"A labyrinth of ferns and pines, what a vexing place this is..." Zach mutters to himself, pawing irritatedly at the water and splashing his underside with the clear water. He really should call out again and wait for another reply, but is starting to feel like an idiot running around through the woods blindly. So instead, he begins walking up the shallow stream. By chance, this turns out to be the right choice, and it is not long before his tired ears pick up voices.

Pausing to listen, Zach can tell the voices are young, but definitely equid, and excitement bubbles up in him again. Picking up his pace, he heads towards the sound, splashing noisily against the current. Coming up on two young equids standing by the shore, he stops a respectful distance away, not wanting to frighten them. "Well hello there! Greetings!" he nickers cheerily, quite obviously happy to see them.

[Potato.]

Name: Skittles
Mood: Shy; Curious
Location: Forest
Tags: Zachariah; Dragan
Crush: None

Skittles' head whipped to the side in the direction of the new voice. It sounded familiar, yet all the new. Her curiosity arose again and she quickly shot a glance at Dragan. ''Looks like we have company.'' she whispered softly before directing her gaze back on the new stallion. The filly waded a few steps in to the cool water, a small smile played along her muzzle as she flicked her tail at the water's ripples, causing a small spray to coat her chestnut pelt. ''Hello.. your tone sounds familar.'' she spoke softly, not as nervous to converse with this stranger since he wasn't of her age; she recited his words over in her head, wondering where she heard it from. Finally it had come to mind that this was probably the equid she was blindly communicating with earlier before she met Dragan.

Again she stepped forward, basking in the cool refreshment of the stream, something she hadn't noticed before this moment. ''I'm Skittles, and this is Dragan'' she added sweet-fully, pointing her muzzle in the colt's direction. ''And you are?'' she questioned lightly, tilting her head to the side slightly.

[Ralonica]

Felaróf
With Hasufel and Esperanza.
Mood: Zz...?
He is crushing on no-one

I wake up with a start and jump to my feet, cautiously scanning my surroundings. With a slash of panic, I realize Hasufel's gone. But then I notice Esperanza's absence, and register the splashing coming from the river. I take a few steps and take a mouthful of grass. I'm not in the mood for play, especially with that strange mare.

Something catches my eye, and my head shoots up. If it was a ripple in light, or a small movement, I don't know, but I find myself looking at an equid - seemingly tall from this distance, flitting out of trees, their light brown coat melting into the bushes. I notice it's a filly, or a young mare, heading towards the river where I hear Hasufel and Esperanza to be.

I break into a smooth trot, running soundlessly across the springy grass, towards the young mare. I'll intercept her before she reaches Hasufel and Esperanza. I need something to do, anyway.

[Soriams]

Location: Stream
Doing: Making Friends
Tagged: Skittles & Dagen

A smile spreads across Zach's face, and he blows happily when the filly answers him. Both of these equids are quite young, and he can tell from her gentle tone that this is most certainly the one who had called him here. Just happy to see a friendly face, tips his head down in greeting, nearly dousing his muzzle in the water in his excitement. "Skittles and Dragan, so very, very pleased to meet you both! My name is Zachariah, and I have been traveling for oh-so-terribly long without seeing a friendly face, so it is indeed a relief to find you here, as friends in this bubbling stream," he says, already starting to ramble even though they have just met. He takes a few steps forward, and stretches his nose out in a friendly gesture, his long ears tipped forward with interest. Even soaked, his hide is still perfectly white, the bridling so fair that it is almost invisible. His strange, tawny eyes hold a happy warmth despite his odd personality, and it is clear he intends them no harm. This is no rouge stallion, looking to snake himself out a new herd, simply a lost traveller, with tired legs and a weary heart.