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

[~*Waffletastic!*~]

Dexter
Mood:Thankful, Faint
With: Poetry
Location: A clearing in Herdland boundries
Crush: He cares for Poetry dearly, but
doesn't know how she feels about him.

Dexter smiled as she came under his chin.
It was nice to feel her so close again, and to know that she was safe.
He nuzzled her own head under him and whispered in her ear,
"I got to keep you safe...and you saved me..."
He closed his eyes and enjoyed her close touch.
"And i don't think that's very silly at all."

[stabbrielle]

Username: parlez.
Kelpies name: Shasta
Kelpies gender: stallion
Kelpies age: five years old
Kelpies height: 16hh
Kelpies Personality: Shasta isn't exactly a Kelpie you'd like to run off into the sunset with. He can be harsh and vain and sometimes selfish. He won't hesitate to challenge other stallions over his rights. Shasta has quite a temper. Often it rages; this is when he's at his worst and you want to avoid him. He will lash out at anyone during this time when he is most volatile. Shasta does has a soft spot though. Foals. He secretly adores the little munchkins. From the shadows he watches them play. Shasta didn't have much of a childhood. His mother died when he was young and he was raised by his father, who left him as soon as he was old enough. He had a rough time fending for himself from humans and now has a deep fear of the creatures who invade the swamp.
Link to Kelpie/ Proof of ownership: click
Herd rank: loner

[~*Waffletastic!*~]

Accepted

[SpartanAmethyst]

((Waffles, was I accepted? :3))

[stabbrielle]

SHASTA

Mood: Bored, utterly bored.
With: Alone.
Where: The swamps, where else?
Doing What: None of your business. (nothing)
Crush: Ha!

The stallion swaggered through the swamps, ducking under the viney leaves of the trees. His hooves made a sucking sound as he lifted them from the thick swamp mud. SHLOP! SHLOP! SHLOP! The stallion pinned his ears tightly against his head at the annoying sound. He looked down at his hooves and snorted in anguish. Mud was all over his feathers! It slicked the fur against his legs and hooves. He stamped his hoof and rushed out of the water onto the nearest patch of somewhat drier land. The water splashed around him and speckled his dark pelt with small shiny orbs. Not that his fur wasn't shiny to begin with. Shasta was very proud of his pelt. He constant groomed himself and scratched his antlers on trees to keep them sharp. The dark pelted stallion continued his casual stroll into unfamiliar territory.

[.Survivor.]

Username: Serenaded By Angels
Kelpies name: War Hero
Kelpies gender: Stallion
Kelpies age: 6
Kelpies height:17HH
Kelpies Personality:Bold, Brave, Kind, Lovable and Elegant
Link to Kelpie/ Proof of ownership:

Herd rank: Stallion

(My Newest Boy! I gotta get me some mares!!!!!lol)

[~*Waffletastic!*~]

Yes-
PEOPLE ITS ON AUTO ACCEPT :D

[stabbrielle]

{ Would anyone like to interact with Shasta? }

[.Survivor.]

(Yay!!!! Thanks!)

(Cyote and War Hero are free!)

Cyote
Stallion / Calm / With War Hero his Brother

Cyote snorted as he trekked through the muddy bog. "You know, I am starting not to like it here Hero....its too sticky!" he said as he pulled a hoof out of the mud.

War Hero
Stallion / bored / With his brother Cyote

"I agree, but this is where we were born, we can't just pick up and leave. Its our home...plus...who knows, we just might find the right mare here." he said with a laugh as he watched his brother. He perked his ears for any sign of life other than them.

[stabbrielle]

SHASTA

Mood: Bored, utterly bored.
With: Alone.
Where: The swamps, where else?
Doing What: None of your business. (nothing)
Crush: Ha!

The stallion snapped his head up from the relaxed, parallel to the ground state, into a state of full ok alert. Voices. Voices. There were voices nearby. He flicked an ear to the side. Masculine voices by the sound. And they were nearing. Shasta shook as much mud as he could free of his feathers and took tall. His antlers cut through the air as he tossed his head and released a vigorous, bold bellow. He reared up and struck the air once with his hoof before slamming back down into the ground sending a few common swamp frogs into hiding to keep from getting smashed under the stallions weight. A common fate for the amphibians. His nostrils flared and his emerald green eyes glistened with a spark of a deviousness.