[Khans]

Ninth of the Angel theme, Barachiel

These Angelic tolters are simply called "Angels" or "Angel Tolters, AT" (very creative, I know)
Angels tend to follow their name sake when it comes to personality, so not every Angel is going to be a goodie sugar plum . In appearance, all Angels have glossy, light coloured eyes (pastel almost), and light coloured coats, markings will range. Angels also tend to be taller (no more than 15hh though), smarter, and faster than the average tolter. If you want to know all of the Angels i'm going to do , here is the list. I'm not going to skip any unless it's the same angel but with a different name, so don't worry. If you have any questions feel free to message me!

Quick Bio on Bara: one of the seven Archangels in Eastern Orthodox tradition. In the Third Book of Enoch he is described as one of the angelic princes, with a myriad of some 496,000 ministering angels attending him. He is counted as one of the four ruling seraphim, and counted the prince of the second heaven and of the order of confessors. He is described in the Almadel of Solomon as one of the chief angels of the first and fourth chora. He is regarded as the angel of lightning. -Wiki

Username: iBrevity
Name: A Flash of Faraway Lightning // Barachiel
Gender: Agender (bio male; accepts he/him pronouns or they/them)
Halter color: Maybe a soft yellow like the third color bar here?

Personalty:
Barachiel is solemn, poignant, eloquent and removed from the concerns of others. He has an unbelievable temper and when he begins to scream so too does the sky; and lightning is so quick to follow his tantrums that sometimes when he's in a real frenzy he smells almost identical to the acrid ozone stench of the sky.

Most of the time, however, he's reserved and serious. He does not get angry often, and never at small things; when he is upset, it is because whoever has upset him has done something truly heinous. He does not forgive, and he does not forget. Barachiel doesn't really consider these 'grudges' more than he believes them to be promises. If someone is wronged he is quick to avenge them; if someone is hurt he is quick to protect them. He has a complicated system of morals and manners and is loyal solely to them. He has diffculty wrapping his head around the idea of friends when before he had only servants.

The exception to this rule is Ceyx. Ceyx interests Barachiel because he is mute and yet still finds a way to communicate, and he is one of the few who will openly disagree with him. He often tells Barachiel he's being rude or overdramatic but butting his head against Barachiel's shoulder or nudging him with a knee. Ceyx is the only one at Clovercliff who will unhesitatingly touch him, as all the other horses know something is amiss with Barachiel and fear him properly. Ceyx does not. Barachiel is half amused by this and half alarmed.

The only human Barachiel tolerates at all is Ms. Grey Dalton, the woman who owns Clovercliff Fields. He has saved her life nigh on four times now and considers their relationship more to the liking that she is his, rather than him being rightly owned by her. Barachiel does not concern himself with the human concept of property and he is a prince, after all. He has whatever he wants.

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[Zira.]

Username: Agent Morgan
Name: Angels Decent
Gender: Male
Halter color: pure gold
Personalty: He is a very calm horse who will do his very best to everything right no matter what, he hates to get into trouble and loves to be praised
Your first encounter where you realized that this was a angel tolter?: I was in awe and instantly fell in love with the beautiful horse

[zippo.]

Username: Zippo♥
Name: Pronoia - an archon angel who helped make mankind.
Gender: non binary, she/her pronouns
Halter color:
Personalty:
Your first encounter where you realized that this was a angel tolter?: Amosday, one of Waywards' Demon tolters had sent a hoard of poisonous snakes into the home. Madison was bit, and quickly dying from the venom. Pronoia heard the others' prays.

wip for full story

[y i n]

Username: Y i n
Name: tba
Gender: Stallion
Halter color: tba
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Your first encounter where you realized that this was a angel tolter?:

Side note ; ;
I'll finish this when I get home ;w;

[vincent,]

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Your first encounter where you realized that this was a angel tolter?:

I MUST

[noreptiles_]

Possible reserve <3

[kortico]

Username: slit
Name: renly
Gender: stallion
Halter color: pale gold w/ black filigree (silver buckles)
Personalty: regal, careful, and quite in tune to his surroundings. Renly is quite the loyal one to those he sticks by- family and friends, and he often has a rather welcoming vibe to him. Often calmly spoken with a level mind, Renly is great at making decisions for himself and others. He is the one to make sure those around him are alright mentally and physically, but he's also not afraid to rule with an iron fist when the situation calls for it. . A great friend he can be but an even greater enemy if you cross his path in the wrong way.
Your first encounter where you realized that this was a angel tolter?:


the woods were dense, they were mottled gold and green in the day and turned swallowing shades of blue at night. that would not keep those from entering it of course, for they were never claimed as dangerous. many riders enjoyed to take the narrow trails through the winding trees, others were not as confident. it would never deter me. but daytime was too easy- tonight was a full moon, the air was crisp and cold this night, a typical autumn chill had captured the farm, there surely would be frost the next morning, but tonight i would not need to worry about the thin sheet of ice crystals. the forest path laid out in front of me, bathed in pale silver from the glow of the moon- which cast harsh shadows across the grounds. i did not bring my usual mount with me- no, there wouldn't be a need to wake up the other horses at this time of the night, and i especially did not need any of the farm hands questioning where i would be going. orange and gold leaves lay still across the beaten dirt path ahead of me, and they crunched softly under the soles of my boots. i had made sure to bundle up this night, gloves and a scarf- but of course i had no need to change out of warm pajamas for a midnight walk through the woods. one did not have to walk too far before the path would gradually widen- a stretch of a clearing i remember would be shortly ahead. tonight was silent, oddly enough, no critters rustling in the ferns or the owls singing eerie songs. there was a breeze tonight, the only noise that would go through the forest were my crunching boots and the branches clacking against one another, shaking more leaves down around me.
of course it would not stay this way. i was careful to be quiet, but something ahead of me was not so cautious. there was a deep thud- something heavy moving over a fallen log, and it was enough to stop me in my tracks. i looked up from my own feet, eyes wide and i felt my heart had stopped at the noise- afraid of there being some creature, some murderer in the dark like everybody would think. what i did see would take me by full surprise, something i could remember for every little detail. it was a horse, one whose coat matched the mottled moon above hanging silver in the sky. he did not see me, not yet, but moved with the floating steps of a ghost. which is what i almost thought he could have been, if that idea was not crazy. i do not remember making a noise, but something had drawn his attention to me- and in a lift of his head he fixed a pale blue stare onto me, and i was simply dumbfounded and open-mouthed staring right back at him. he had no owner, there was no halter and he did not belong to us- our farm was the only one within miles of this town, no horse would have come this far from another stable. he was his own, free, though i could not understand how well groomed his coat had seemed if nobody was around to care for him. how had somebody from the farm not have seen him before? i knew the riders well and they all had gone down every one of these trails in their free time.
confused and curious, i had let the stallion go on his way this time. i knew i had stepped on something though- maybe accidentally knocked into a rock or snapped a branch in half, because the pale coated stallion had suddenly seized his muscles up and taken off in the other direction. i did not hear any hoof beats from him. he was silent- but pounded up the leaves in a flurry behind his hooves, in a matter of seconds disappearing from my view. he was faster than the other tolters. different from them. i knew that even before i swore to myself to keep this moment a secret.

[iBrevity]

Username: iBrevity
Name: A Flash of Faraway Lightning // Barachiel
Gender: Agender (bio male; accepts he/him pronouns or they/them)
Halter color: Maybe a soft yellow like the third color bar here?

Personalty:
Barachiel is solemn, poignant, eloquent and removed from the concerns of others. He has an unbelievable temper and when he begins to scream so too does the sky; and lightning is so quick to follow his tantrums that sometimes when he's in a real frenzy he smells almost identical to the acrid ozone stench of the sky.

Most of the time, however, he's reserved and serious. He does not get angry often, and never at small things; when he is upset, it is because whoever has upset him has done something truly heinous. He does not forgive, and he does not forget. Barachiel doesn't really consider these 'grudges' more than he believes them to be promises. If someone is wronged he is quick to avenge them; if someone is hurt he is quick to protect them. He has a complicated system of morals and manners and is loyal solely to them. He has diffculty wrapping his head around the idea of friends when before he had only servants.

The exception to this rule is Ceyx. Ceyx interests Barachiel because he is mute and yet still finds a way to communicate, and he is one of the few who will openly disagree with him. He often tells Barachiel he's being rude or overdramatic but butting his head against Barachiel's shoulder or nudging him with a knee. Ceyx is the only one at Clovercliff who will unhesitatingly touch him, as all the other horses know something is amiss with Barachiel and fear him properly. Ceyx does not. Barachiel is half amused by this and half alarmed.

The only human Barachiel tolerates at all is Ms. Grey Dalton, the woman who owns Clovercliff Fields. He has saved her life nigh on four times now and considers their relationship more to the liking that she is his, rather than him being rightly owned by her. Barachiel does not concern himself with the human concept of property and he is a prince, after all. He has whatever he wants.

Your first encounter where you realized that this was a angel tolter?:
When Grey Dalton was eleven years old she nearly died. Her parents cried and cried when she was returned to them, clasped her tight to their chests and bestowed upon her a hundred kisses; and Grey was no worse for wear for being missing two days, and said she remembered very little at all. Her parents never pushed her, but she was of course lying.

For you see, there's far more to the story than it seems.

-----

Grey Dalton was only a year old the first time she died. Her parents had hired a young babysitter who had little experience with the job and she'd left Grey sitting out by herself by the pool, ducking her head inside to check on the chicken nuggets she'd left cooking in the oven. She was gone only a minute, at most, and when she'd come back out Grey had been on the bottom of the pool, already blue in the face.

She'd gotten her out of the water, performed CPR, ran in the house to call the police when she couldn't get her breathing again; and while the babysitter was inside a horse emerged from the shallow end of the pool. It made no sense physically, of course, for he was not even wet as he strode across the pavement and his hooves made no noise; but he was a horse all the same, enormous and grey in color. He pressed his nose to Grey's chest and she shuddered and breathed and opened her eyes. Her skin gradually returned to a healthy pink shine. She grabbed for his nose with chubby child fists and he let her pet him once before he turned and walked back down the steps into the pool. He was gone before the babysitter had reemerged, still crying, an ambulance en route. Grey's parents were only ever told that it was a scare, and that Grey was no worse for it. At that age she hadn't been able to fully convey to her parents what had happened, and they only marveled at her when she began saying "angel".

-----

When Grey was four she was struck by lightning. A freak accident, her doctor claimed. Amazing that her heart had been able to restart at all, given the damage inside her. She had a strange line of scarring up one arm, a mess of tissue that looked more like a lightning bolt that anything at all. It ended very abruptly at a small point in the middle of her palm. Her parents touched her and called her their angel and she smiled weakly at them from her hospital bed.

(She did not tell them about the horse. She was not certain he'd been real after all, and there were no words to express what he had done. Her memories of him were hazy and dreamlike. The only thing she remembered clearly was lying on her back, gasping for air, the smell of her own burnt skin lingering around her; and that strange grey horse smiling as he touched his nose to her palm.)

-----

Understandably Grey became afraid of storms and lightning and the sickly sweet scent of ozone directly following The Incident. She would rush home from school on days it rained; she would dodge the shadows of heavy clouds on the sidewalk like they might at any moment reach down and strike her. She had always been careful, always. It made sense then that the first storm she could not escape came when she was at a sleepaway camp and barely eleven years old.

She stayed huddled in her cabin while lightning lit up the windows and thunder rattled the glass in their panes. She had a blanket drawn up around her head but it did little to deter the sheer volume of the storm and she could see the flashes of lightning each time one struck. The other girls were pressed to the far wall, shrieking and holding tightly to each other's hands but they were smiling and laughing and Grey was struggling not to cry.

When a camp counselor came into the cabin to usher the children to the more secure safety of the dining hall, Grey panicked and fled. She was just a scared kid, after all, eleven years old and away from home--she ran into the woods with little concern for herself, covering her ears as thunder boomed and shook her very bones. She was crying as she dodged under branches and through vines, too far gone to even feel the pinecones that cut her feet and the whip-thin twigs that sliced up her arms. Her heart was hammering in her throat and she was blinded by the torrential rain and when she tripped she slid right down the muddy wall of a short valley. She struck her head on the way down and could not quite remember coming to her senses afterward. As she lay in the mud she felt almost disconnected from her body, almost a separate entity. She barely managed to turn her head when she heard the odd sound of hoofbeats.



[and then one more at around 23 or whatever when Barachiel comes to stay at Clovercliff]
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[Khans]

Username: iBrevity
Name: A Flash of Faraway Lightning // Barachiel
Gender: Agender (bio male; accepts he/him pronouns or they/them)
Halter color: Maybe a soft yellow like the third color bar here?

Personalty:
Barachiel is solemn, poignant, eloquent and removed from the concerns of others. He has an unbelievable temper and when he begins to scream so too does the sky; and lightning is so quick to follow his tantrums that sometimes when he's in a real frenzy he smells almost identical to the acrid ozone stench of the sky.

Most of the time, however, he's reserved and serious. He does not get angry often, and never at small things; when he is upset, it is because whoever has upset him has done something truly heinous. He does not forgive, and he does not forget. Barachiel doesn't really consider these 'grudges' more than he believes them to be promises. If someone is wronged he is quick to avenge them; if someone is hurt he is quick to protect them. He has a complicated system of morals and manners and is loyal solely to them. He has diffculty wrapping his head around the idea of friends when before he had only servants.

The exception to this rule is Ceyx. Ceyx interests Barachiel because he is mute and yet still finds a way to communicate, and he is one of the few who will openly disagree with him. He often tells Barachiel he's being rude or overdramatic but butting his head against Barachiel's shoulder or nudging him with a knee. Ceyx is the only one at Clovercliff who will unhesitatingly touch him, as all the other horses know something is amiss with Barachiel and fear him properly. Ceyx does not. Barachiel is half amused by this and half alarmed.

The only human Barachiel tolerates at all is Ms. Grey Dalton, the woman who owns Clovercliff Fields. He has saved her life nigh on four times now and considers their relationship more to the liking that she is his, rather than him being rightly owned by her. Barachiel does not concern himself with the human concept of property and he is a prince, after all. He has whatever he wants.

Your first encounter where you realized that this was a angel tolter?:
When Grey Dalton was eleven years old she nearly died. Her parents cried and cried when she was returned to them, clasped her tight to their chests and bestowed upon her a hundred kisses; and Grey was no worse for wear for being missing two days, and said she remembered very little at all. Her parents never pushed her, but she was of course lying.

For you see, there's far more to the story than it seems.

-----

Grey Dalton was only a year old the first time she died. Her parents had hired a young babysitter who had little experience with the job and she'd left Grey sitting out by herself by the pool, ducking her head inside to check on the chicken nuggets she'd left cooking in the oven. She was gone only a minute, at most, and when she'd come back out Grey had been on the bottom of the pool, already blue in the face.

She'd gotten her out of the water, performed CPR, ran in the house to call the police when she couldn't get her breathing again; and while the babysitter was inside a horse emerged from the shallow end of the pool. It made no sense physically, of course, for he was not even wet as he strode across the pavement and his hooves made no noise; but he was a horse all the same, enormous and grey in color. He pressed his nose to Grey's chest and she shuddered and breathed and opened her eyes. Her skin gradually returned to a healthy pink shine. She grabbed for his nose with chubby child fists and he let her pet him once before he turned and walked back down the steps into the pool. He was gone before the babysitter had reemerged, still crying, an ambulance en route. Grey's parents were only ever told that it was a scare, and that Grey was no worse for it. At that age she hadn't been able to fully convey to her parents what had happened, and they only marveled at her when she began saying "angel".

-----

When Grey was four she was struck by lightning. A freak accident, her doctor claimed. Amazing that her heart had been able to restart at all, given the damage inside her. She had a strange line of scarring up one arm, a mess of tissue that looked more like a lightning bolt that anything at all. It ended very abruptly at a small point in the middle of her palm. Her parents touched her and called her their angel and she smiled weakly at them from her hospital bed.

(She did not tell them about the horse. She was not certain he'd been real after all, and there were no words to express what he had done. Her memories of him were hazy and dreamlike. The only thing she remembered clearly was lying on her back, gasping for air, the smell of her own burnt skin lingering around her; and that strange grey horse smiling as he touched his nose to her palm.)

-----

Understandably Grey became afraid of storms and lightning and the sickly sweet scent of ozone directly following The Incident. She would rush home from school on days it rained; she would dodge the shadows of heavy clouds on the sidewalk like they might at any moment reach down and strike her. She had always been careful, always. It made sense then that the first storm she could not escape came when she was at a sleepaway camp and barely eleven years old.

She stayed huddled in her cabin while lightning lit up the windows and thunder rattled the glass in their panes. She had a blanket drawn up around her head but it did little to deter the sheer volume of the storm and she could see the flashes of lightning each time one struck. The other girls were pressed to the far wall, shrieking and holding tightly to each other's hands but they were smiling and laughing and Grey was struggling not to cry.

When a camp counselor came into the cabin to usher the children to the more secure safety of the dining hall, Grey panicked and fled. She was just a scared kid, after all, eleven years old and away from home--she ran into the woods with little concern for herself, covering her ears as thunder boomed and shook her very bones. She was crying as she dodged under branches and through vines, too far gone to even feel the pinecones that cut her feet and the whip-thin twigs that sliced up her arms. Her heart was hammering in her throat and she was blinded by the torrential rain and when she tripped she slid right down the muddy wall of a short valley. She struck her head on the way down and could not quite remember coming to her senses afterward. As she lay in the mud she felt almost disconnected from her body, almost a separate entity. She barely managed to turn her head when she heard the odd sound of hoofbeats.



[and then one more at around 23 or whatever when Barachiel comes to stay at Clovercliff]
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congrats

[iBrevity]

Ah thank you, I'm so happy I got him even though I didn't get a chance to finish my story cx Eee thanks again <3