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 Posted: Fri Jul 14, 2006 10:31 pm
Akim
Name: Akim
Meaning: Made it up, or atleast I don't remember seeing it on a name site.
Pronounced: Ah kim
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Siblings: Anon - Half sister
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 9:38 am
Friends
Anon -
Innath -
Cobalt -
Enemies
Attyl -
Neutral
Tsornin -
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 9:46 am
Anon
Name: Anon
Meaning: It is a shakespearean word, forgot what it means though. Was said by a servant in the play Romeo and Juliet.
Pronounced: Ah non
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Siblings: Akim - Half brother
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 9:54 am
Friends
Akim -
Enemies
Attyl -
Tsornin -
Neutral
Cobalt -
Innath -
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 9:55 am
Innath
Name: Innath
Meaning: Name of a character in a book called The Blue Sword.
Pronounced: Ih nath
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Mare(s): Lesley?
Past Mares: Attyl
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 9:56 am
Friends
Attyl -
Lesley -
Akim -
Cobalt -
Tsornin -
Enemies
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Neutral
Anon -
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 10:00 am
Tsornin
Name: Tsornin
Meaning: Taken from a horse in a book called The Blue Sword.
Pronounced: Soar nin
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Darker color, different pattern, blue eyes. More white in her tail.
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 10:03 am
Friends
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Enemies
Akim -
Anon -
Innath -
Neutral
Cobalt -
Attyl -
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 10:04 am
Cobalt
Names: Cobalt
Meaning: Cobalt is a color, but I liked how it sounded.
Pronounced: Co balt
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 10:07 am
Friends
Anon -
Innath -
Enemies:
Tsornin -
Attyl -
Neutral:
Akim -
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 10:09 am
Attyl
Name: Attyl
Meaning: Made up..<<
Pronounced: Ah teal
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Past Stallions: Innath
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Different from Tsornin: Dark green eyes, lighter color, blacker tail. Different pattern.
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 10:10 am
Friends
Innath -
Tsornin -
Enemies
Anon -
Akim -
Cobalt -
Neutral:
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Posted: Sat Jul 15, 2006 10:38 am
Rp between Innath and Lesley: Tcha.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 10:02 pm
Rp between Tsornin, Anon, and Varun:
(( Naw. Use whoever. ))
Frankly, the world was useless. Creatures strived and suffered from wins and loses, only to die anyway. And who remembered them? Honestly, no one.
Tsornin herself had had more defeats than triumphs in the span of her life. Humans were to blame, to an extent. They seemed to have ignorance bred into them, and yet nothing seemed bent on educating them. Animals fed into the ideals humans held, and thus owned little regard in matters concerning them.
She had left those humans behind. Yes. But she had still come to a place they inhabited. Even if these were far less harmful, they still moved and breathed, which was enough for her.
After years of solitude, anger, and suppression, the blue eyed mare was far from forgiving and friendly. She needed no one, or atleast she wished she didn't. ((okies. hmm...ah, i know!)) Varun had gone out in the early morning and started to wander. He of course didn't wander really far from the tents and such, cause he knew thats the best place he'll find for the food he needs, and the correct ammount of water a northern horse liek him needed. His head was high, ears alert, and he glanced around, looking for someone to talk to in the vary least.Water. A necessity of survivial. Was survivial really worth it? Perhaps. For now. There were things to be done after all.
Necessary, but not needed at the moment. What the mare needed at the moment was stimulation. Her socialization skills were lacking. After all, the only one she even looked at these days was Attyl, and that was only to scare her. Yes, Tsornin was socially starved. But was that such a bad thing?
Obviously it had some negativities. Her constantly working mind had run out of new ideas. The continous replay of schemes and plots was beginning to tire her. When they came into play she would have more food to fuel her. For now, she needed something to focus on. After all, revenge was far away.
Feet lagging in the sand she snorted through flared nostrils before swishing her tail and picking up the general energy of her body. The land was desolate, but her body didn't need to rot along with it. Rounding a bend with the snap of her hooves she caught glimpse of another. Just as a mirage, she quickly vanished from sight behind the ever present dunes. Company, best to avoid.Varun paused, turning his head sharply. He could have sworn he smelled another horse. He turned and walked slowly towards where the sent had come from, looking around.It was her lucky day, Tsornin mused dryly. She'd heard the dull steps of another and a drifting scent had passed her. And yet, while this land was vast with many pockets to vanish in, there really was no sense in dragging something out. She had apparently already been discovered anyway.
Pausing in her place, head held high and cold eyes focused the tobiano mare waited for the predicted stranger to appear. Atleast it wasn't Akim. Varun blinked when he rounded a dune and came face to face with a mare who didn't look to happy. "Hello. who might you be?" he asked. "and why are you out here all by yourself?"
Which she seemed to gain quite quickly. Ears flattened against her skull as a familiar sound reached her ears. "Eeep!"
Coming from a different direction entirely.
While Tsornin herself hadn't uttered a word since first scenting the stallion, the idiot black and white mare seemed unable to shut her mouth. Or atleast she always had a noise to make when she became startled.
Anon had not intended to find Tsornin today. She hadn't even intended to be so far from her brother. She just had a bad sense of direction. A search for a nice shady place with some cool water and a quiet atmosphere led her sliding accidentally down a dune.
"Desole! I did not mean to intrude." The french mare appologized. Not only had she bumped into Tsornin, who for some reason she couldn't fathom had quite a dislike of her, but she'd also managed to interrupt a conversation!
Shaking her head she shook her tail and mane free of sand and glanced appologetically at a stallion she hadn't met before."well Hello. wow, i'm just meeting a bunch of lovely mares today arn't i?" Varun said. "I'm Varun, what might your names be?" he asked, looking between the two mares.Tsornin's face went sour. Lovely her butt. "I am Attyl, what's it to you?"
Anon blinked. She'd met Attyl...Tsornin looked like her, but they weren't the same. Perhaps it was an inside joke? How she wished she had friends here to joke with. But everything was so strange these days!
She had glanced down shyly at Varun's remark though. Stallions were so friendly in this place! Sure, they always had been. But some had to be teasing to an extent. "She's just kidding with us. But I am Anon. C'est a pleasure to meet tu, Varun."
A potential friend!"its vary nice to meet you both. Anon, what a lovely name. are you from up north perhaps? there really arn't many dark horses from around here, i myself am from up north, i've lived in sevral European countries." Varun said.Anon thought for a moment. She really had no idea where exactly she was. Quite possibly she had come from the north. Unless this was the north, and anything farther up was snow. Or maybe this was the east? But then would it still be snow? Or higher east? Probably the west. Or was she very far south? But then. Was France considered the north or the south?
Puzzled, she half shrugged. "I ham assuming that France est north? Indeed, a European country. Where ave you lived?" Near her? Then she would have someone to talk about home with! Akim wasn't very interested in stories of home..
Tsornin glared at the pair of them. She loathed Anon, if mostly because she was related to Akim. And she now despised this 'Varun' if only because he was talking to Anon. Grumpily she attempted to slink off."France, yes, thats up north, a vary lovely place in deed. I spent a few years there while i was young...in fact i'm sure my mother was from there." He said. "I'm glad to talk with another European horse." Anon beamed. "It really est very pretty isn't it! My mother leeved there too! Mon father traveled ah lot. Things are so different here zo! How did you come to be here?" Another European! Yay! Too bad Tsornin didn't like to talk of these things. Places were really good fun to learn about.b] "I was selected because of my markings and sent here and given to my current owner, Lita, as a gift from the sultan. Personally i'm not to fond of it here, its to hott, and Lita has had to keep an extra supply of water for me since i'm not used to such dry conditions." Varun explained. "how did you come to find yourself in this place?"Nodding her head in agreement the black and white mare listened with quiet fascination. What a silly reason. But what was hers? It probably wasn't any better.
But it was undoubtably too hot here. Maybe it was just something you had to get used to.
"The reasons I am unsure. But my alf brother was sent here too, so perhaps my owner is liking my lineage? I am curious as to what I vill be doing here though. It seems to hot for much running. Perhaps showing?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 10:03 pm
Rp between Cobalt and Chakrasul:(( I dont mind either)) Her soft snorted echoed through the air as the soft sound of her mane landing against her neck soon followed out. Dark eyes stared out of her skull, she held no expression, though a delicate, and yet damnable air swam around her frame. She trotted forward, out of her tent ; the soft fabric brushed against her silky coat.
Lady Chakrasul was beautiful, seductive in her movements, she used that against the unknowing, the taunt pinkish scar of an unside down cross that branded itself upon her chest, told of her ranking. She was the Anti-christ...mother to the damned.
"Give up now. The buzzards are already circling above. Doomed doomed doomed. Hahahaha." Cobalt cringed.
It had only been a week since he'd first met Attyl and been duped into meeting Tsornin. What good had that done him? The corrupted mares had been persuing him for quite a bit of time. Upon discovering his less agreeable half they deemed him a soon to be perfect addition to their miseries.
But did that bother Jasvir? Nope. The darker half of the palomino tobiano was equally interested in the havoc wreaking females.
Splendid.
Stumbling over stakes in the ground popping randomly upwards the stallion warily turned his head upwards at what would likely be another wrong moment. Just as he'd come up Attyl he seemed to have come upon another seductress. And she didn't seem like good news either.
"Opportunity is presenting itself. Don't just stand there like the idiot you are. Let me have a go, perhaps I can give us some momentum. All you do is screw things over."
Cobalt shifted nervously on his feet and attempted to back unseen away. Why was he tormented so? Fate didn't smile on this particular stallion..
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