Wild Mountain Equids - A Roleplay (Open!)

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"I'm Cathaoir pronounced KAT- oh -heer, irish name meaning "Battle man". I was named after my father who was a real warrior, but I will live up to it.

"I'm 5 years and 6 months old"

"I'm a 13.3hh tall stallion, if you didn't notice it"

Living up to his name, he is a stallion of his opinion and that kind of boy who is born a leader. He is the bossy type, but in this combination it's needed to fill the needed skills and mind for a leader. He is determinded stallion with very strong opinions and a strong will to make enything he desires and that can help enyone in eny way to be done. He loves competition but isn't a very good loser, or winner in that case. He likes to point out at the things he is best at and can come out braggy, but he would never overdo it by insulting enyone for cheating or saying how much better he is than others. He is kind and a caring, also worries about everyone at the smallest things from a scratch and will almost go insane if he isn't updated if a friend or family is giving birth to a foal. He is very bad at romance and is not romantic at all if he tries to, being nervous and shaky when hes around someone he is really into just makes him clumsy and weird. Then it had to be that he also falls in love easily, and can sometimes be judging by looks if your'e more 'unique' looking or differantfrom others. Overall, hes a strong opinioned, failed casanova who cares much about his closest friends and family and is not the best to have a competition with.
Link to adoption page

[Charchar2]

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мσσ∂: Startled and nervous
ℓσ¢αтιση: A forest
ωιтн: Kyorkyu
αgє: 4 years old

Menegerie raised her head, suddenly becoming aware of a strange noise. The pounding of hooves and the crackling of underbrush raced towards her. A stallion burst from the snow capped bushes just in front of her, and in panic she leaped back, heart pounding painfully. Cold snow sprayed from his impact as he raised himself into a rear, and threw his head up in a carefree motion. He appeared momentarily oblivious to her presence, and she skittered back, tail tucked down and panic once again rising within her. Meeting new equids had never been her strength, and now she had no words as the stallion planted all four hooves on the ground, embarrassment flickering across his muzzle.

Menagerie quietly listened as the stallion apologized, shifting her hooves nervously as he spoke. "I-It's alright," she stammered back quietly, voice barely audible. Her blue eyes glanced away as she was unsure how to continue, all words seeming to have escaped from her mind. Embarrassment from her lack of words hitched her anxiety up again, and she struggled to maintain her composure. It wouldn't do to start scaring away equids she had just met. Desperately trying to get her mind off her growing anxiety, she shook her mane, causing a few flakes of snow that had been scattered by the stallion's antics to fall to the ground.
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Kyorkyu watched as she shook a few snowflakes off her coat and noticed her discomfort. He felt a bit concerned but figured she was probably just shy. "What's your name, then?" he asked. "Mine's Kyorkyu. But you can call me Kyu, if you want ..." he pawed the ground uncertainly.

{{Accepted!}}

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Suddenly the gray mare froze, her muscles quivering as she held her head up, searching the landscape around her. Something was different somehow, which put the equid on edge. Finally she spotted the other mare, and as quickly as she'd gone on alert, she relaxed. Tossing her tail, she trotted over to the watcher, carefully keeping her body language open. "Hi!" Glancing behind her at the snow that was torn up from her earlier blast through it. Tossing her head, she took a step back, turning her eyes back to the mare. "C'mon! Come play with me!" Rearing up, she spun around, whinnying loudly in excitement.

Nymph exclaimed in fright, eyes wide. She'd been so sure she was well hidden. "I-I-I," she stammered, backing up into bushes, whole body tense with fear. She gulped, on the alert, ready to bolt at any second.

[Manx]

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мσσ∂: Nervous
ℓσ¢αтιση: A forest
ωιтн: Kyorkyu
αgє: 4 years old

Menegerie glanced up at the stallion, blue eyes still clouded with uncertainty. She knew he was simply trying to be friendly, yet her stomach still knotted with anxiety. This was perhaps the thing she hated most about her social anxiety and panic attacks. Even when others simply meant to be kind, she froze up. "M-My name's Menagerie," she finally stammered in return, though a little louder than before. "You can call me Mena, if you'd like..." Glancing off to the side, still uncomfortable, she managed to continue. "So... Are you on your own too?"
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[maluruloki]

(( Pipit is headed towards Zephyr, just by the way! She might be near the edge of the forest too, in case Necro wants to interact with her. ))

.:: Pipit Springsong ::.

She hadn't meant to place her hoof down there. Maybe a half inch to the right...or maybe the left...but it was too late anyways. About halfway down the gentle slope, a flat piece of shale slipped from beneath her dainty step and the clumsy mare let out a strangled whinny as her back legs got tangled. It was all chaos and frantic stumble-cantering down the slope at this point. She blurred left and right, trying so hard to get her legs back under control, but it was as if all semblance of sanity went out of her body! The panic was controlling her, not the hard logic trying to elbow into her thought process. She was saved by the gradual change from slope to flat prairie and as she finally threw in her hooves, leaving streaks of upturned dirt behind her, the flaxen chestnut mare heaved shivery breaths. In...and out...in...and out...no panicking...no one got hurt... Pipit forced herself to shake from nose to tail and lift up her head. It was harder to swallow the lump in her throat and blink away the frightened tears, but she was well and truly fine - and counting her blessings that she hadn't turned an ankle. Blinking again and now frowning, she stared off into the distance. There...around the bend and beyond the odd outlying tree that stood tall beyond the edge of the forest. It looked like a pale-colored Equid of some sort. Well...a stranger was better company than no one. She broke into a smooth trot, her zebra-quipped legs blurring gracefully, and began to make her way towards him over the low rolls of the plains.
"Hey! Hello!" she called out, still a ways off from the Equid. "Hello?"

,;; Kiragg ;;,

The darkly-colored stallion blended in well when in the shadows of the mountain slope, but the sun kept catching in his cream quipping and glinting in his amber eyes. Kiragg knew he wouldn't make it up to the group without being seen from a distance, so he kept up his lazy approach. There was still something predatory in his manner, some...unspoken projection of possible danger - it was what made him alluring to some mares. He was, after all, the top - and only - agent of his herd. From a distance, he saw two mares interacting on the edge of the newly-fallen snow, almost tucked away in a thicket of bushes. Hmm...he would start there. He didn't want to make a scene. If the others noticed, then so be it. One mare appeared to be more outgoing; she was light-grey in color with slate-hued quipping and clearly leading the conversation. The other mare appeared almost fiery in her coat, with dramatic markings on her face; she was shier of the two, apparently. Puffing out his chest a bit and putting on a suave air, Kiragg finished traveling up the slope and found himself on the same level as the two mares.
"Greetings, gentle ladies," he said softly, holding himself tall and assured. "May I speak with you for a moment?"

(( Kiragg is speaking to Nymph and Faustine. ))

[e l d e r i a]

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"The start of your life begins at
the end of your comfort zone."

can't help but be myself

feeling:: sober
cohorts:: none

With each carefully planed step the stallion sunk to his knee in the deep and unsteady snow. Each foreleg he lifted came up covered in the little white flurries that got tangled in his dense fur. Oh well... he mused This is the price I pay for some peace and quiet. His long tail, that acted like a balance, swayed with each step he strode. His pale blue eyes bore straight ahead, never darting from the path before him.

Somewhere in the distance a twinkling laughter caught his ear. He pinned his ears back at the retched sound. Why?! His mind squealed. Why must you find me? Why must you be so ignorant? Why can't you be silent? He released a loud, almost pompous, snort.

Zero wheeled away from the sound heading down the mountain side. When his hooves clanked against the Stoney side, he could feel nothing but relief. At last he was away from the other equid. At last he was at peace again. Sighing softly to himself he shook the snow from his back and mane. Back to his natural blood bay state he carried on, towards the forest below.

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Even before the mare had called out to him, the pale stallion had seen her panicked race down the mountain, limbs flying. He glanced over to her right, where he'd left tracks of his own doing the same thing not long ago, and felt a flash of fear for her. His hind leg still pained him from time to time from it, and with that thought in his head, he picked his hooves up in a trot, intending to help her in any way he could if she was injured. However, it didn't take long for him to realize that she was fine, and in fact headed his way. Slowing to a stop, he quickly tucked his chin and nipped at the fur on his chest to straighten it up, and make him look a little neater. Glancing behind him at his dirt stained flank, he sighed softly in annoyance. It was too late to do much about that, so he simply pretended it wasn't there, turning his attention back to the pretty mare who was now trotting towards him, calling out. "Hi there!" he whinnied to her, his ears tilted forward as he picked up his trot again, meeting her halfway. "That was quite a fall you took back there." he whinnied, concern glinting in his eyes. "Are you alright?"

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Her response to the frightened mare was cut short by the stallion's greeting and she turned her head to see him, head held high. Great, an arrogant one. Sighing softly and flicking her tail, she turned so that she was facing both of the equids head on. Gentle ladies? Oh, he's such a charmer. "Of course! What do you need?" She would keep her less than friendly thoughts to herself as she spoke to him. In fact, there was no sign of her disdain, her eyes bright and curious as she awaited the stallion's explanation. Truly, it wasn't that she hated him. He'd just interrupted her playing was all!

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(Was I accepted? can I start?)

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{{Yes, I'm sorry D:}}