(BAYOU KELPIES) Spirits of the fog -Species rp-

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Kelpies name: Tazian aka: Tempo
Kelpies gender: Stallion
Kelpies age: 3 years
Kelpies height: 16hh
Kelpies Personality:
Tempo is a bouncy, bubbly clown, the complete opposite of his brother Chetteus. He is known to have a rather large yet humble ego, always carrying his head and tail high as he swings his large horns around, displaying dominance and power. He always shows out, trying his best to draw as much attention to himself as possible and away from his larger and older brother. Trained to be successful fighters by their father, the bulk on the brothers is extreme in comparison to most.
Link to Kelpie/ Proof of ownership: Tazian: The Egotistical Fighter
Herd rank: Loner

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Kelpies name: Aibee Mae
Kelpies gender: Mare
Kelpies age: 3 years
Kelpies height: 15.5 hh
Kelpies Personality:
Aibee is a rather laid back, easy going mare, often hard to startle or arouse. She always has a smile and her silent, non chalant ways cause calmness amongst others. She is wise and outgoing when she needs to be, breaking any kind of awkwardness between anyone, even quarreling males. Her quiet and kind approach often intensifies her beauty, her small body holding a large heart and the kindness and compassion of queens.
Link to Kelpie/ Proof of ownership: Aibee Mae: The Silent Soul
Herd rank: Loner

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Chetteus: The Broken Soul .::. Tazian: The Egotistical Fighter

They prodded along, Chetteus leading the way as the ground shuddered slightly under his heavy hooves as his violet eyes searched the trees for a threat. The silence was broken as Tazian broke into a run and rammed his brother,

"Come on, Chet, have a little fun." He said with a deep chuckle, his smooth chocolaty voice breaking the silence amongst the spanish moss hung cypresses. He lifted his head that rested atop a thick, muscular neck, tensing so that his muscles bulged as he pranced around his brother, his long mane and tail flying around in an exotic display of power.

Chetteus glared at his brother from under his dark brown mane, "Cease this foolishness, Tempo, I don't have time for childish games." His deep bass rang amongst the trees with authority and valor. His violet hues remained on his brother, the annoyance growing amongst the strains of dark purple that ran along his pupils. With a toss of his mane, he dismissed his brother's playful challenge.

Tazian wasn't having it, he reared up and let out a deep whinny, striking at his brother before landing with a loud thud, tossing his head so that his horns caught the light before trotting to his brother, "You're no fun anymore, I miss the old you. The carefree, laughing brother I once knew. What has become of that brute?" He asked with a smile, mischievousness bubbling in his icy hues.

"He died when you were born, brother." He said deeply, his eyes forward as a small smile crept onto his muzzle, "The very life was taken from me for having to look after you and your foolish ways."

"You're a wonderful brother." Tazian said morosely, hanging his head as he began to sulk.

"And you're adopted." Chetteus fired back quickly before letting out a deep chuckle as they moved forward.

.: Aibee Mae :.

A soft rustle is heard as the wind blew through the grass and reeds that grew on the bank of the swamp, a small opening giving way to succulent, dewy grass as a blue mare grazed, her speckled blanket that set upon her back reminded her of the stars that splayed across the dusky sky.

Aibee Mae lifted her head and chewed silently, swishing her tail to be rid of pesky flies and mosquitoes as her lids slid lazily over her icy hues, her head level with her shoulders as she relaxed. Her mane, which was streaked with brilliant white, fell over her right eye, the thickness making it barely visible through but she made due.

She sighed softly and watched as the fireflies displayed their yellowish lights for her own private viewing. With a smile, she retured her dark muzzle to the ground and began grazing again, the soft song of the bayou playing ever more in her keen ears.

[Neira]

Written Poetry...

She smiled and looked at Mother. She had just arrived the herd and wanted to hear some gossip to.
Her eyes met Dexters eyes and she smiled, he looked embrassen and knew why. She giggled quietly and blinked her eyes, flicking her ears and looked at Mother Souls lovely and curly locks.
"I would like to hear some to, thought I wont know who your talking about" she joked and gave a smile to the both of them.

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[l i o n.]

Rohan froze as he heard small rustling and shifting sounds through the trees. Curiosity surged through him like a young foal and he began to walk, ever so carefully, towards the source. The young stallion poked his head out of the trees to find himself face to face with a gorgeous mare.(Amara) His eyes widened as he couldn't back away now. Instead, he stepped through the screen of leaves and branches till he was fully visible. Rohan dipped his head to the mare before standing tall. "Hello." He said huskily to the gray mare. "I'm Rohan." He eyed her, watching for a slight reaction.

[Redsparrow]

Winter struggles to pull his foot free from a particularly soggy patch of bog. This area of the bayou was far more moist then the area they had just come from; even the high land was saturated. It was a good sign of plentiful food and water, but most of all it was a good habitat to support a large herd of Kelpies. He glanced over at his young friend, Seal, who seemed to enjoy his battle with the bayou. Winter shook his head slightly at the way Seal lunged out of the mud like a bird taking flight only to sink even deeper in to the next patch due to his enthusiastic leap. It brought a smile to his face, many would consider Seal a waste of time and put as much bayou in between themselves and Seal as possible. But if the world had tough Winter anything, it was that making the best of the worst situation was the only sure way to enjoy life. Instead of frowning down on Seals immature way of looking at the world Winter embarrassed the joy of his friend finding out the way things worked. It was like having another child hood, besides it was more fun to leap into something then to fret about what may happen and never trying it out. Still Winter was not about to lung himself to his knees in mud, that was something Seal could enjoy all himself. They had been traveling for days and where now somewhere deep in the Bayou. Fog seemed to shroud every tree and bush giving the effect of being in a cave. "Stay close Seal, it would be easy to get lost in this kind of fog. Hopefully we will find a herd soon."


Seal was enjoying tackling the mud, he was imaging it be a giant saber toothed cat. An imaginary enemy he often fought in his free time. He caught Winter watching him and shaking his head but the smile on his face made Seal want to show off more. Winter had become a father to him. He had adopted him almost the day he was born and had taken care of him after his mother's dead. Seal, like Winter had been orphaned at a young age. Seal was extremely grateful for Winter's love and patience, it was something Winter himself had never had. Seal would never openly express his affection towards Winter, he was a stallion now and in the age of showing off. But he knew that Winter was aware of his gratitude.
Winter had recently become quite interested in re-joining a herd. Seal had no idea why this sudden change had come about. For as long as he could remember it had just been the two of them wondering the Beyou. What would make Winter want to give up the grand adventures they where having to find more Kelpies. It frustrated Seal so he refused to answerer Winter's statement with a reasonable response. "Perhaps, or maybe we will find giant breathing humans with fire sticks and tree cutters! We will have to rise to the call of battle for the Bayou. There will be blood shed and guts spilled, I will get a wicked scar on my back and you will get one on you cheek. We will chase off the enemies and strike fear into there very souls! Our names will go down in human history as the most fears Kelpies in all the Bayou. They will never again set food into our home." Seal could go on for hours about this wild adventure.

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Dexter
Mood:Happy, comfortable
With: Mother Soul and Poetry
Location: Dunno- just in the Bayou a' strollin'
Crush: No one.

"Well, Nothing much has been going on."
He sighed and brought up the rear of the two
girls.

"Exept for Rougues, But Kyla has been running them
off pretty well."
He chuckled to himself remembering Kyla running at them
And yelling at the top of her lungs, of course it
scared the hell out of the youngsters and they all ran off.

"She's a tough kid."
He said,Then remembering Thayer.
"Then we met this other nice stallion that Kyla found."
He laughed,
"They really hit it off."
But then he looked down at Poetry, who listened intently,
"So tell me about yourself."
He smiled warmly and got a bit closer.
"Where did you come from?"

[c a b b a g e]

'D'amour

The mare walked gently, her hoofsteps soft and silent. Dewdrop green eyes looked at the path infront of her, with soft gaze. A splotch of white glistened on her shoulder, as if a crumbled up letter. The rest of her coat dark yet beautiful. She traveled into new land and territory, apprehensive yet ready. She was ready for a new journey.

[Redsparrow]

If it hadn't been for a Bight white patch of fur Winter would have missed the young mare completely. D'amour's swirling paint coat helped her vanish into the shadows around her almost as if she was part of them. He watched her walk, she placed her feet with the greatest of care making her silent. Her beauty was breath taking, it had been a long time since such a flower blooming in the Bayou. He looked over at Seal who was several yards away splashing in puddles. Shaking his head he knew what was about to come from his behavior. "Best I make the first impression by myself." Gingerly he stepped though the bushes to meet this new mare.
"Hello" He called in a kind welcoming voice. Perhaps she knew the way to the local herd.