An Unconventional Wild Horse Roleplay
Once upon a time long long ago...
- Every culture has their legends, the tales passed down from days far beyond anyone's imagination. In a far off land in which horses roam untouched valleys, this is no exception. One of the most popular tales among these herds is the ancient legend of the Great Stallion, who once controlled all of the seasons with the whim of his mind. His emotions would influence the weather, his heart guiding different patterns based on what struck him. Love, lust, anger, hate, all of it could come back to bite, weather patterns and seasons going from light to extreme on the whim of one horse. This role and title was typically passed, until one particularly unstable stallion gained the new powers, causing complete chaos. Upon his death, it was decided that no horse should have that much power, and the seasons were then split to four different herds, with four different leaders.
As time went on, the power began to dilute with the bloodlines, until it was no longer an imminent supernatural power possessed by the lead stallion, it became an innate thing that stretched to all herd members. No longer could they use the powers directly, but it was noticed that if the general mood of the herd shifted, so did the seasons. If chaos erupted at the death of a leader, the season that they represented would rage, showing extreme patterns. Thus, that is how the seasonal herds came to be.
Not only did they influence the seasons, however, but some could debate that the seasons themselves influenced the horses, themselves. Certain personalities were found among the individual herds, whether it be from their peers or the seasons themselves. As well, it was noticed that certain herds were more inclined to certain things. Horses of the Winter found themselves more comfortable with the cold. The horses of Autumn, they discovered that wind did not phase them, and actually made them feel more at home. The horses of the Summer found that they could withstand and enjoy heat that would be crippling to any other. And the horses of the Spring, they found that they were particularly aquatic, enjoying the water from the snow melt, the rain and the swelling of the rivers.
The herds survive in the best harmony they can, but when four very different herds live in the same land, conflict is bound to happen. It was no surprise when foals of two seasons began to come to light, but the question of what was to be done with them was answered based on the foals own inclinations. Now, the Herds hold a tepid peace, but unrest ripples through them once again. There is talk, talk that the four seasons should once again be reunited, that one horse should control them all. As nice as the notion is, however, the one problem is, they all want to be that one horse. Although the words are not spoken aloud, plots of hostile takeover of other herds are whispered through the valleys, and plans are concocted.
How will you survive a battle of the seasons?
