{ Søɳɢ øf Ƭɦɛ Ɖɛsɛʀʈ } Official DAM RP

[wildly-unaware]

Mood - Curious
Crush - None currently
Rank - Loner
Location - Inside Rimal Territory

.:C o n A r t i s t:.

Connor flicked his head round when he heard a whinny. He seen the outline of a rearing Mustang. He tilted his head and tried looking at the other better. He whinnied back not sounding threatening either. He began to trot over to see who the other mustang was. As he got closer he could see it was the figure of another Stallion. He halted in front of it, "Hello, I am Con Artist, and might you be? " He asked cautiously.

[Ralonica]

Kyzaria
Alone. But there seem to be others nearby...
Mood: Silent, and deadly. Very, very deadly.
Location: Inner Hamseen Herd territory
She is crushing on no-one

I'm very close to the center of the Hamseen territory now. Very close. I look over the dune and see several DAMs, a mix of stallions and mares. I snort, realising that the wind is blowing my scent straight down to them. You can hide yourself all you like, but when the wind turns against you... I shake my head. Let them see me. And let them be afraid.

[randomzness]

U m b r a

Rank: lead rouge
Mood: suspicious
With: no-one
Location: In Hamseen territory

Umbra cursed to himself as the mare raced ahead of him. She was going to alert every creature in the desert to her presence and he had no desire to share in that attention himself. grumbling, He turned and started walking Westwards. He would circle around somewhere where hopefully that commotion wouldn't reach him. It would be harder to get back to his own band of rouges but the job needed doing. Their numbers were dwindling, he would soon have to organize a raid. Who knows; he thought to himself, one day we might just be large enough to claim this territory.
He Kicked up into a canter across the sand. He didn't want to be spending the rest of time here, even if it did mean blowing off some caution. After a few minuted of going along cantering he got fed up, and spurred himself to a gallop. He had not smelt any mustangs for a while, and he needed to be able to survey what they were doing. He didn't like it. It was too quiet here. His muscles stretched and bunched and his breath blew out like a bellows. His body was moving in perfect synchronization. This was something he loved doing, just taking a run across the desert. He rarely did it in herd territory; too dangerous, but after that mare ruined his original strategy he needed to blow off some steam. He didn't want to be too distracted if it did come to confrontation.

[Temperance.]

Mood: Pleased/Surprised/Amused
Location: Near the oasis
Rank: Lead Stallion
Herd: Hamseen Herd
Love Interest: Valiant perhaps?
Tags: Valiant

{ A R S E N I C }

Arsenic's ears twitched back and forth as he waited for Valiant's response, he was listening for anything out of the ordinary. If Aries was here then nothing good would be coming for the herd, and Arsenic was definitely not looking forward to having to face his brutal sire again.

He vaguely registered that Valiant was replying positively to his petition for her to stay, and he felt enormously pleased at that, even though he did detect perhaps a trace of annoyance in her voice, no doubt because she didn't like the fact that his words had bordered on almost a command.

Arsenic fully clued in to here two things, first was that she liked it here for multiple reasons -and the suggestiveness of that statement pleased him enormously- and the second was her request to see his mother.

Arsenic nearly choked with shock at that casually tossed out request, if Valiant knew what was good for her she'd rescind that. Immediately. "Uhhh, I don't exactly recommend meeting my mother, Nightlock isn't exactly the sort of mare most want to be....associated with." Truth be told, if Arsenic could have left her out in the desert to her own devices he would have done so, but his granddam Calista had insisted on fetching Nightlock, plus he had been in need of a decent defender for the herd.

Turning his ruby eyes onto Valiant for a long moment he tried to find some other activity the two of them could do, anything to distract her from the idiotic notion of meeting his mother. "Instead why don't we...." He paused, still wracking his mind for a suitable alternative, it hit him soon after, "-go on a brief tour of the oasis, I'll show you where the herd tends to congregate." He'd kill two birds with one stone, distract Valiant from meeting his mother, and get to survey the territory to see what he could learn about their situation.

Mood: Irritated and somewhat horrified
Location: In the Desert
Rank: Defender
Herd: Hamseen Herd
Love Interest: None
Tags: Bander

{ N I G H T L O C K }

Nightlock rolled her eyes at Bander's reaction to her revelation about the banshee's, he was looking around like a frightened hare, as though a wailing horse spirit might spring forth from the dunes at any moment. "Haven't seen such a skittish foal since that colt I ran into in the desert." She muttered under her breath to herself, Bander did indeed almost resemble that colt. A panicky foal, who had jumped at the smallest things for no good reason. Such pathetic lifeforms should be terminated, rid the desert of their weak genes. Even though you did save him in the end. Her mind whispered traitorously at her, yet Nightlock brushed those thoughts away, her brief moment of pity had been a lapse in character and nothing more.

She could scarcely believe it when the cheeky colt suggested her joining him, and then had the brazen idiocy to attempt to blackmail her by promising not to pester her if she did as he said! On principle alone she should refuse him, no one told her what to do, let alone some colt who was barely breaching adulthood! Yet his next proposal of a race piqued her interest, there was no-horse swifter than her, of that she was certain. Besides, it would be good exercise for her perhaps. Weighing her options Nightlock decided it was a safe bet...now she just had to hope that she could find a deep pool of water in the area she had indicated.

Studying the colt she shrugged, "Alright young colt, I agree to your terms. Though be warned, I've been racing against the desert wind since I was a foal who could barely stand." Then without waiting for him to signal the start of the race she began to take off, racing at a full gallop towards the swiftly growing oasis.

Mood: Relaxed
Location: In the oasis
Rank: Mare
Herd: Hamseen Herd
Love Interest: None
Tags: Sand Phantom

{ C A L I S T A }

Calista nipped a few mouthfuls of green grass as she walked at an easy pace through the oasis, she had a wonderful feeling of peace and relaxation filling her as she went along, it came with being part of an accepting herd, that was a truth that she had discovered almost too late. A pity it was really, that she hadn't had the love and acceptance of her foalhood herd, things would likely have been very different for her if they had been accepting.

Heaving a sigh Calista tossed her mane and pushed the unhappy memories of the past to their grave where the belonged. That part of her life was over, and thanks to her grandcolt Arsenic she would live out the rest of her days in relative peace. Now if only Nightlock could learn to enjoy life a little. She mused ruefully to herself, yet Nightlock was too much like her mother for that, nothing but a hot-blooded, foul tempered, and far too independent mare. One who refused to be aided or befriended by anyone.

Huffing slightly Calista shook her head and wondered what it would take to cure Nightlock of her boorish personality, "Well thats easy," She said to herself with an amused snort, "All that mare needs is a good stallion!" She snorted with a chortle, it was the simple truth, whether Nightlock liked it or not.

At that moment though a polite and friendly 'hello' greeted her ears, and swiveling her head Calista locked her eyes onto Phantom, a scout for the herd if she wasn't mistaken, nodding her head politely Calista offered him her own friendly smile. "Greetings, Phantom isn't it? Lovely day today, the grass seems to taste much sweeter for whatever reason." She said cheerfully, shooting the younger stallion another warm smile of friendship.

[Bast-et]

Valiant
Crush- Arsenic
Affiliation- Hamseen
Mood- amused
With- Arsenic
Rank- mare
Location- Hamseen Herd Lands

Valiant laughed out loud at Arsenic's response.
"Relax Arsenic, I was only pulling your tail. I could tell from your tone earlier when you mentioned her that you didn't get along well. Although I have to say, a tour of the oasis would be lovely." She trotted over to where he stood, and indicated that she was ready when he was. As they began to walk, Valiant pondered the rest of her new herdmates. Clearly Nightlock would not be very friendly. Banter had been though, and Arsenic had mentioned several other horses. What would they be like? Were their foals? She decided to ask her handsome tour guide.
"Before I meet everyone, do you think you could tell me a little bit about them? Especially the other mares, they will be the ones to establish the pecking order." She snorted a little at that. She didn't intend to be very far from the top as far as that went. Being ordered around by other mares rubbed her the wrong way.

[Ralonica]

Kyzaria
Alone. But there seem to be others nearby...
Mood: Silent, and deadly. Very, very deadly.
Location: Inner Hamseen Herd territory
She is crushing on no-one

I smile slyly. They haven't noticed me yet. I walk towards the oasis, and look closer at the other mustangs. A mare and stallion. Hmph. I snort inwardly and pick up my pace, turning to make sure I'm now downwind from them.

[Desmond]

[☠]
[Entering Hamseen Oasis from the north; Tagging anyone willing to encounter him]

Cyanide slowed to a trot upon reaching the closest edge of the unfamiliar oasis. His pink eyes cautiously scanned the area, not finding any obvious onlookers. He wasn't quite sure it that was a good or bad thing... Cy, for his part, was both relieved and anxious. Relieved that he had at least a little bit of time to prepare his story. Anxious, because he was hardly sure if the herd he was trespassing on even spoke his language, let alone if they would accept whatever story he spewed out. He was afraid of being chased away - what would his father say? Aries' ire resulted in more than a simple scolding. No... Cyanide would be physically punished, he was sure of it.

As quietly as possible, he nudged a small plant aside and stepped over it, shivering as a palm leaf above him ran over his back. Unfamiliar with the layout, he couldn't know that he had entered through perhaps one of the most conspicuous areas, easily observed from hidden spaces. Looking around, Cyanide had to stop, his heart hammering inside of him and making his ears ring ominously. Thinking he was out of sight, he started thinking of his cover story, a distinct portion of him questioning why a yearling would be wandering the desert alone, and still be alive and seemingly healthy... at least healthy enough to gallop nearly as fast as the old devil himself. The rest of him was consumed by nerves, his thoughts running faster than even he could interpret. 'This is not a good place what are you doing here Father will kill you these strangers will kill you run leave hide why are you still here THEY CAN SEE YOU-'

[♈]
[Outskirts; No tag.]

Aries watched from his mesa as his heir disappeared behind the green curtain. In his head, he imagined the oasis on fire, burning as the members of the herd fought one another. Strife! Agony! Aries relished in it. He was nearly begging for Cyanide to run into trouble, he was so eager for battle... but no. No, he couldn't ask for that. The longer Cyanide had in the herd without his own interference, the deeper and more vicious the scheme would become. And Cyanide would stand beside him, finally learning the power of betrayal and deceit, and the beauty of a world on fire, crumbling to ash before his hooves. And together, they would walk over the dust of the remains of this infuriating peace.

Aries flicked his tail, stamping angrily at the thought of peace and tranquility. No! - He could not let his temper distract him from the grand masterpiece he has composed! His eyes closed for a moment, then snapped open, new purpose bringing his glaring gaze into focus. First, he would need nourishment. Then he could continue overseeing his concerto of carnage set itself up for him.

[It's chillingly creepy when Aries starts talking/thinking so... poetically and hatefully. o-o And poor Cy apparently needs a hug.]

[Nellas]

Username: Nellas Lissesul
DAM Name: Pirukendea
Link to DAM's page: Piru <333
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Rank: I'll have him be a loner for now.

Brief Personality: Piru, as he is known by friends and family, tends to be more of the quite type. He’s friendly and would hate to come off as antisocial, but really he’s just a little shy with those he doesn’t know, and he doesn’t have a great self-esteem to top it. He loves to welcome new horses into the herd, and wouldn’t want them to feel alone or disliked, but his nerves sometimes get the best of him. He’s very thoughtful and loves to surprise his friends with a sweet gift of some sort, but really doesn’t like to be the center of attention and would prefer to congratulate others on their accomplishments than he being praised for his. It’s hard for him to open his heart to others, because he doesn’t want to fall, and he doesn’t really have hopes for himself of winning the mare he has an eye on. He just doesn’t want to give himself a chance, for the fear that he’d be let down. He's very modest and likes to downplay his achievements, but there's a quiet sort of assurance, a knowing kind of nobility in the set of his eyes and the slight arch in his neck that shows he knows himself well mentally as an individual, and is as confident as he can be in his limits, what he can and can’t do. He tends to keep to himself most of the time and doesn’t go out of his way to seek attention from others than his closest friends, but if one’s willing to listen to him long enough he can be unexpectedly funny with a shy knack for witty remarks.

He's really a sweetheart, though, and though he tends to let a lot of things slip by (though not unnoticed) in the ways of insults, and things like that, when it comes to defending the things he takes pride in, like his family, he can be startlingly fierce. It's one of the few times his slightly feistier side shows through. He hasn't had much cause to physically fight for anything, so he's not sure what end he might come out on if that was ever tested, but he has sharp wits for all his quiet, humble bearing, and the deep glow in his gentle eyes shows a surprisingly intense intelligence. The air of quiet understanding about him and the way he moves often blends in with loneliness, and he's never been depressed but once in a while his usual positive air will sink and stay that way. He is a good counseler and willing provides a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on, and though he may seem simple in his views of life, they usually end up being the ones that matter most. He's incredibly emotional, and even the simplest of things can move him. He's never lied but once in his life; his emotions play out through his face and he can't seem to help it. It's just not in his nature, to hide and conceal, the truth at least, even if he's not the most outspoken stallion there is.

Though he’s not much of a traveler because he fears unexpected pain, and dislikes changes to his steady and somewhat habitual life, Piru does sometimes wish that he’d seen more of the world at some point. He’s not built up the courage yet, but he doesn’t want to let his life just slip by without having some sort of dangerous adventures or experiences. For he’s really a poet and a storyteller at heart, and loves nothing better than a good tale or two. If you get him to let down his barriers he can be sweet and beautifully eloquent, with quite a story or two to tell in his soft, husky voice, if one listens long enough. He’s hesitant to share his poems and such with others, but he has a sharp memory and they are all listed in his mind, gradually building up. It’s the everyday sort of thing that inspires him; a shimmer of heat waves in the distance, the toss of a mare’s head or the way a whinny reverberates and then disappears into the distance. He is loyal though, and corageous in his own, soft-spoken ways.

He has a soft spot for foals; they're so young, pure, innocent, inexperienced, curious about everything; in a way mirroring some of his own traits. He loves to take care of them, play with them, cuddle with them when they're frightened. Piru would make a great father someday, and he has the good sort of lessons to pass on, the ones that really matter, in the end. He may be quiet but he doesn't stand for cruelty, and he always strives to be respectful and polite to everyone around him, helping out gladly when he is needed. Though the way he stutters when he’s nervous may give him the impression of foolishness and awkwardness at times, he’s quite a bit wiser then he seems at first.

Optional History: I'll leave this blank for now; I'll edit it in later when I have a clearer idea.
Optional Theme Song: I wouldn't be able to say quite yet.
Anything Else: -

[Chasing Dreams]

Mood: Happy and Proud
Herd: Hamseen Herd
Rank: Stallion
Crush: none

B a n d e r

Bander laughed at Nightlocks comment about how she's been running ever since she was little. "Looks like we have a lot in common." Bander snorted and pawed at the sand as Nightlock broke into a gallop. Bander mustered all his energy and rushed after her. His heart beating faster, and faster with every stride he took. It didn't take long until Bander was inching closer to being parallel with Nightlock.

"You may be a fast runner, but do you have good stamina like me?" As Bander said those words, he cursed to himself in his mind. Bander knew he was pressings his luck, but lying would help him win this race. Bander was now neck and neck with Nightlock, but if she didn't give up soon, Bander was going to fall back, into their dust.

[Ralonica]

Kyzaria
Alone. But there seem to be others nearby...
Mood: Silent, and deadly. Very, very deadly.
Location: Inner Hamseen Herd territory
She is crushing on no-one

I begin to head away from the other mustangs, not wanting a run-in with them. I walk into a thick clump of greenery, and walk out face-to-face with a large, red stallion. I frown, getting ready to attack.