The Waterfalls (centaur RP)

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[Moondancer]

Rowan sat, long, greyish legs stretched out beside him, methodically laying out all of his herb stock. He piled each herb separately and made a mental note of all the ones he would need to replenish soon. He brushed another strand of hair behind his slightly pointed ear with irritation, eventually reaching for a strand of twine and tying his long hair back.

He sat up straight for a moment and stretched his arms, glancing at the clearing beyond his den. A few shafts of morning sunlight were filtering in through the entrance and there was still dew glistening on the grass. There were a few small piles of snow left over from last night that were now melting fast.

There were barely any centaurs awake yet, the sun had barely risen. Rowan tended to wake up when it was still dark, it was habit by now. He preferred it then; it was less loud, less busy. Everything was still quiet and clean. It gave Rowan time to think.

He looked up from the herb stock when he heard a voice calling from the den entrance. He instantly recognised it as Caro, the relatively new and extremely young leader of their tribe. The healer smiled and stood up, approaching the other centaur. He knew some of the older members of the tribe didn't trust Caro, still dedicated to his father and not ready to be lead by someone so young. Rowan, however, didn't see the problem. Caro was intelligent, mature and fully ready to lead the tribe, even if the others didn't believe it.

[Rayen]

Gender: Female
Name: Huyana
Age: 18, but very mature for her age
Tribe and rank: Shore Tribe, Healer
Appearance:
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Can you fight? (if yes, weapons of choice) Only if she needs to with a spear
Crush: Open
Other: Huyana has been blind since birth, but her hearing and sense of smell is better than most. She uses her spear like a blind human may use a cane. She tends to "see" the world differently than others.

Waterfalls

((Accepted! Sava, Moon, I will reply later.))

[.:♥Pandora♥:.]

Gender: Mare/Female
Name: Layla
Age: 19
Tribe and rank: Wood and Leader
Appearance:
Can you fight? (if yes, weapons of choice): Yes, she prefers not to though. Her hooves and dagger
Crush: Rou/Rowan(To add drama since Rowan is in a different Tribe?)
Other: Waterfall

[Rayen]

((Accepted!))

[.:♥Pandora♥:.]

Layla slowly padded through the dark forest, the only sun gleaming through the trees. Her teal hair gently rippled and cascaded down her bare back. Her arm sleeves sparkled lightly in the early morning and her beautiful, unflawed skin was radiant. She knew she shouldn't be near the Mountain Tribe, she knew of the war but she still strived for peace. She stood between the two territories, the light breeze blowing her scent into the Mountain Tribe's territory. She mumbled under her breath and sighed, letting out a loud yawn. She had so many things on her young mind and it was depriving her of sleep. She looked back to her own territory, probably no one was awake.

[Rayen]

Calitha frowned. But slowly, she lowered her hazelwood bow, not yet taking off the arrow from the string. She cast him an untrustful glance. She did never lay him much confidence. Oh, well. Being sincere, she never trusted anyone since a companion of her own Wood Tribe had killed her father. Then, he had tried to kill the other warrior fellows, but they had hold him back and banned him from the Waterfalls. Her father had been the lead warrior.

Not even her mother, who mourned too, had felt the pain the same way she had. Before all of that, she had been an obedient little girl, as her mother had taught her. She should be one of the healers, but with her father's passing she held close to every single word he had taught her; and most of those words were about wars and being a warrior. Her mother refused her fate, and that had cut off pretty much all their relationships. After all of that, Calitha slowly became more and more stubborn and prone to sudden rages. She grew very protective towards the forest, towards its animals and plants. It was her family, and she wouldn't stand the death of any of its members.

She cautiously walked towards Rou, examining his dark figure. She took some minutes more examining the bow and knife - she had the best knowledge on weaponry of the whole tribe. They were well built and strong. Calitha softly approached, now completely relaxed. A wave of golden hair fell on to her face when she looked down and touched the knife's handle. It was soft at the touch, surely an expert's work. Then she blushed and stepped backwards.

''Sorry'' she muttered, wondering whether he was offended or not.

((Sorry, I just got the news that I'm grounded for 1 week...))

[Wolf_Fang_13]

Huyana smiled as the warm sun brushed her cheek. From the sound of the birds chirping and the smell of fresh vegetation she could tell that winter has ended and spring was here. She had her spear held out in front of her, feeling her way around the sandy shore. She has been blind since birth, but that has never bothered her. She has found ways to let her still live a normal life. For one, she can recognize any herb or fungi from it's smell or touch. Her spear also works as an extended arm, feeling her way around the land and its obstacles.

Huyana stopped and opened her pouch of herbs. She has labeled each pouch of different herbs with a string tied to a rock, each with a different size and feel. She was running low on leaves that she acquired from a small flower growing near the mountain area. Knowing her way around she started to walk towards the mountain. Since she was part of the Shore Tribe she doubted that she would be bothering the centaurs living in the mountain.

Huyana smelled that she was at the border and stopped. She stood there and listened to see if anyone else was near. Satisfied with the surroundings, she continued to walk. Slowly, she moved the butt of her spear across the vegetation, feeling for the flower.

[softballsava]

Carodye:

He walked farther into the den, the scent of crisp herbs filling his nosterils. He had always like the scents of the many herbs, but never got into the whole healing things completely. He noticed all of the piles were well stocked, and took this within itself to be the answer to his question. He looked at Rawan about to speak when a new scent flooded into his nosterils, intruder, wood tribe.

"Wood tribe, on our territory." he started to Rowan his green eyes hard and cold, completely focused. "You in or out?" he asked the healer, getting ready to take off towards the scent and let his senses guide his strong lean muscled legs to the source. He was always more of a shirtless kind of guy, but he wore a very sharp featured mask on his face during a battle, which he decided to leave behind this time.

His thick hooves beat the ground as he awaited for the healers response. After all, Roawn would be handy to take along with him, just in case a conflict broke out, although the scent read female, their could be reinforcements, or she could be a trap.

Rahjor:
Completely unamused the female Cantaur stepped out from behind the brush, "Oh, just another tribe member, pity Calithe, would have been nice to see the healers daughter try to fight." she taunted toward the female then gracefully walked over to the male centaur holding out a hand lightly as she puffed her chest instinctively, "The names Rahjor." she said to him seductively, "And yours?" she added after the fact still batting a few eyelashes at him.

This was her game, and she made the rules. No if ands or buts about it, what she said, it went. Her long brown perfectly precisioned curls highlighted her beautiful blue eyes perfectly. Her long black eye lashes made her look even more astonishing not to mention her sharp and edgy features that helped her to look even more tantilizing.

[Wolfsabre]

Gender: M
Name: Soral
Age: 19
Tribe and rank: Shore, leader
Appearance: Messy black hair and bright blue eyes. His fur is black.
Personality: Soral is very protective of his tribe, he would die for them. He rarely smiles, and when he actually does, it is just a small one. When he laughs, it is just a chuckle. He is brave, and loyal and he never lies. He hates those who lie and cheat in battle. The only thing he cares more about his tribe, is his honor.
Can you fight? (if yes, weapons of choice) Two scimitars
Crush: None
Other:

WATERFALLS