Sound of Thunder Discussion and Forms

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The Sound of Thunder

Being wild is never easy. You are challenged every day by things out of your control. You only care about your survival, the survival of your family. The weak will not last out here.

Out here, nothing is definite

You've watched as the strongest of stallions has been driven away or killed by another stallion. Watched as healthy mares waste away because of some unknown illness. Watched as a pack of wolves tore down member after member of your herd over the years. Watched season after season as the herd dynamics changed. Now, it is your chance to survive against all odds.

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Username:
Elsa
Name of Equid:
Castamere
Gender:
Stallion
Age:
Two years old
Rank:
Bachelor stallion
Description:
Standing at a little over 13 hands high, this stallion is not the biggest in the world, although his long legs make him appear to be taller. His fur is predominantly grey in color, with white quipping that lends dimension to him. His forelock is white, but his mane takes on a darker hue behind his ears, contrasting drastically with his light coat. His eyes are periwinkle in color, and are striking against the white of his face.
Crush:
None.
Mate:
None.
Foals:
None.
Kin:
Azrael, father
Lullaby, mother
Other:
Not from me.

Username:
Elsa
Name of Equid:
Jekyll
Gender:
Stallion
Age:
Four years old
Rank:
Bachelor Stallion
Description:
Jekyll is tall for an equid, standing at 15 hands high. He is bulkier than Castamere, although still not as sturdy as a mustang would be. This equids coat is a little more striking than Castamere's, with his mulberry grey coloring and his red quip. He also has a bloody shoulder, and his fleabitten coat adds yet another thing to look at. His eyes are also red, making the quip around his eyes look like he is bleeding.
Crush:
None
Mate:
None
Foals:
None
Kin:
None
Other:
Not from me

[|Angel|]

Username: Angelhoofs
Name of Equid: Lullaby
Gender: Female
Age: 4 Years
Rank: Loner, But sticks with her sons Castamere and Avalanche
Description: Lullaby is a smaller 12.2 hand mare. She is a rose grey with light dapples on her back and stomach. She has four white socks and a blaze that splits into a heart shape on her forehead. Her eyes are a pale blue like a greyish blue sky before it rains. She has a bloody shoulder in a shape of a heart, her white quipping is loose round lines at her neck and a little pattern down her leg, and down her tail slowly turning pink as it stripes across the tuff of her tail. Where the ends touch her mane it turns the mane a pinkish red color That is just a defect in her genetics so it does not pass on to her foals ever.
Crush: Captin
Mate: None atm.
Foals: Castamere, Avalanche.
Kin: Castamere, Avalanche.



Other: Rp example - The Rose grey mare flicked her long ears up at a roaring sound interrupting the peacefulness of the forest. Opening her eyes she spotted her foal, avalanche, standing in front of her sight in awe. "Avalanche dear, what are you up to?" "Mama look at the big yellow thing! And there are more people over there! Lets go say hi!" He ran off with that as Lullaby jumped up running after. "Avalanche stop!"

Username: Angelhoofs
Name of Equid: Avalanche
Gender: male
Age: 1 Year
Rank: travels with His brother and mother.
Description: Avalanche is a yearling colt that will be 13.3 when fully grown. Though he isn't fully grown at the moment, he will grown to a fine stallion some day. Avalanche has pure red eyes that look as if they were blood themselves. He is almost pure white, only with some rose grey shade to his back and neck for little coloring. His mane is pure white and he has little darker grey spots on his legs. He has an unbroken white blaze and a bloody shoulder as well but it has no shape His quip is a lighter pink color and stripes unconnected at his neck and down his hindquarters. white going a little ways down his tail before it ends with pinks stripes and re appearing a few further down his tail and on the tuff. below the knees at the back legs the white also appears.
Crush: None atm
Mate: None atm.
Foals: None atm
Kin: Lullaby , Yuki, Castamere, Nytia, Anthriel

[PaigeyPies]

Technically, my quids are in a separate herd together, but...we can just pretend this once..right? C:

Username:
PaigeyPies
Name of Equid:
Ariel
Gender:
Filly/Mare
Age:
Forever 1 Year
Rank:
Foal
Description:
Measuring at a maximum height of 13.3hh, this young foal looks much like her mother with her Classic Ivory Champagne coat and her tiger-like quipping style along her back. She is also much like her father with her quipping color, an almost black color that makes her coat pop, her face, leg, and tail quipping that give those areas a complete look, her grey highlights along her muzzle and stomach, and her mane stripes, that are a mix of both of her parent's beautiful designs. To complete her appearance is her bright lime green eyes from her father, that are obviously the most noticeable part of her. She has a simple tail tuft, with white ends, almost as if it were dipped in paint.
Crush:
Icaron
Mate:
Too young
Foals:
Too young
Kin:
Father: Owen
Mother: Paraverse
Full Sibling: Oprium
Half-Sibling: Bandero


Other:
Rp Sample- Ariel pranced boldly through the meadow, her head held high with pride. She could already feel that today was going to be the best in a while. As her feelings of joy and happiness continued, she was suddenly interrupted by the sound of an excruciatingly and painfully loud bang noise in the distance. A sound the young filly had never heard before. At first, she felt curious. She had a reason to go off on her own to explore. Fighting off those temptations as she heard a second bang in the distance, she sprinted in the opposite direction, into the forest and near her herd to warn them of this strange discovery.

As Ariel ran, practically tripping over her own long legs, she could hear the sounds of humans in the background, something that she rarely heard in this part of the forest. She let out a loud cry and landed hard on the ground from her uncontrollable panic, that took control of her entire body. Panic was not a feeling she has ever had...and she didn't enjoy it. She felt weak and terrified, making her want to kick herself. She wasn't supposed to feel this..ever!

Username:
PaigeyPies
Name of Equid:
Oriano
Gender:
Stallion
Age:
3.5 Years
Rank:
Bachelor Stallion
Description:
At a reasonable height of 13.2, Oriano is an original stallion with a beautiful brownish coat. His coat most resembles the acorns of a Daimyo tree, with his branch-like quipping running along his entire body, ending at his tail, and his coat fading as it reaches the stomach. His green-blue eyes compliment his coat well, but stand out slightly. His most noticeable features is his mane, which connects to each individual quipping as an orangey color, that spills out through his tail fluff as well. He has small amounts of white on his hooves and muzzle, which give him a softer look.
Mate:
Ta-Miu <3
Foals:
None
Kin:
None- Foundation Quid

[Chrissy]

Username: Chrissy
Name of Equid: Vic
Gender: Uncastrated Male, Stallion.
Age: For this roleplay, five to six years.
Rank: Band Stallion
Description: Vic stands at a towering 14.1 hh, taller than most Equids. Due to his size, he tends to be quite a bit bulkier than other stallions. With his size and power comes his dangerous personality. He is quick-witted, fast, and critical. A natural born leader (some would say predator), Vic will back down at nothing to get his way. He is cruel and harsh, lacking empathy and sympathy. His frightening appearance helps with his dictator-like rule.
Crush: None.
Mate: None.
Foals: None.
Kin: None.
Other: Vic stood far from the herd, his head held high as the winds blew through his tangled, dirty mane. The air was getting colder, much to his liking. But he knew this chill would turn into a frozen wasteland sooner or later; it was always like this. Year after year, colts would be lost to the unforgiving snow and ice. But Vic, he knew of a place he could keep his herd safe from the winter. A small cave, abandoned by a grizzly, was just a few days from where they grazed. He'd have to start moving if they wanted to get anywhere safe.
He walked towards his herd, his head never lowering as he passed the other males. He was in charge, and he played his part well. With a shrill whinny, he informed the group of their voyage. It would be long, and he would not wait for stragglers. This meant the foals or the injured and they knew it. He had left his own kin in the harsh grasp of winter, and he'd do it again if it meant survival... Or perhaps it was just a cruel display of his power.

[Transkitty]

All finished forms are accepted!

[Chrissy]

Finished. Would it be possible to put the link to the actual roleplay in the first post? ^^

[Transkitty]

Accepted, and sure! I thought I already had xD

[LostGosling]

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Username: LostGosling
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Name of Equid: Dandelion
Gender: Mare
Age: 6 years
Rank: None
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Description: Dandelion is 14.2h of hard, lean, dunalino horse flesh, and every bit of it is tensed for flight or to bear arms against the uncharitable. Since she was forced into a terror driven bolt in the midst of a wolf raid, she's grown gaunt and wearisome in the absence of her herd mates. She's slept little, ate little, and every fiber of her body aches from her near constant sentry and march onward. She won't last another night on her own. Sleep will have to catch up to her some time, and the predators will take her when it does.

She's well aware of this all-too-grim prediction, and she spooks at the slightest noise, even seemingly harmless noises like the birdsong that once brought her delight. Insects dab at her face and ears ceaselessly. Ceaselessly. Endlessly dabbing.

She has to find a herd.
She has to find a herd.
It doesn't matter if it's not her old herd.
She assumes them dead anyway.

But she can't do this alone.

Now that I've filled you in on what's going on, let me tell you about her, as an individual. Her pale mane and tail are unkempt in dire straights, and usually missing plugs here and there. When all is well, however, they stay clean and moderately full, with her upper mane so long that she almost has a forelock. She's dirty, and has the figure of a colt right now, but her tobiano is usually groomed to shine, and her figure athletic and strong. She's unedited, uncensored, and not always friendly. She doesn't seem to care if she offends anyone, but she does make a concerted effort to be charming if her neck is on the line. Lets just say that she has her ups and downs, and has a fair degree of control over the two.

Most equines who are around her for any length of time will undoubtedly start to wondering how she manages to scrape by in life and not be missing any limbs, or just down right kill over. Some call it extreme fortune. Some call it extreme misfortune. Depends on which way you want to look at it really. Glass is half full, glass is half empty... that type of deal. The pretty lady has been through nearly every calamity known to her kind, and can still smile on a sunny day when she's not half starved or nursing various wounds. She's not so much optimistic though, as she is adamant that her lucky streak will never, ever run out.

She can't die.
She'll always find a way out...
it's how she sleeps through the night.
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Crush: None
Mate: None
Foals: None
Kin: None
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Other: Absinthe - Pseudodragon - A Medium. "All the little details of her world seemed to be locked into place, made still by the unforgiving cold that licked up the sides of the tall structure she called home. The moan from the chimney far up on the second floor was the only sound, save for a car going down the road every now and then, and Absinthe gripped securely into the aged window frame, paint pealing and flaking away under her claws as she perched like a gargoyle in the waning light. The sun hadn't shown in days, so she wasn't surprised at all to see the first snow as it begun to spot the overgrown yard. The temperature dropped degrees by the half hour now, and trees creaked and groaned as what little leaves that remained blackened and froze on the branch. Autumn was already drawing to a close. So soon. she thought sadly, and then shivered as a flurry of flakes toppled into her, making that familiar, soft rustling that's only audible when you're very still. Everything was hiding, so it was as quiet as death out there. Quiet as death... she repeated in her head, and smiled grimly. A more ironic statement had never been made."
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