Dipped In Starlight [Log]

Name: Oriole
Gender: Male
Species: Horse
Age: Five
Height: 16.2 hands
Body Type: Warmblood
Coat Color/Markings: Buckskin Tovero
Mane/Tail Color: Black and white
Eye Color: Brown
Scars: Oriole has various scars littering his back, shoulders, and legs. Some from bites or hooves of other equines, some from predators.
Physical/Mental Abnormalities: None apparent

Genetics: Ee/Aa/nCr/Ff/nPrl/Tt/Oo

Herd: Aureum - Western Region
Mate: None
Children: None

Personality: Oriole has always been a black sheep of the royal lineage, mostly because he deviates quite sharply from the peacekeeping nature of the ancient forest kings and queens of old. Oriole is chaos rather than serenity, more interested in having fun than keeping up appearances. He's not a cruel stallion, but he itches for a fight and tends to run his mouth to get a rise out of those around him. He's not childish about it, though - he knows exactly what game he's playing, and he's had long experience pushing buttons. He loves nothing more than the game, a vicious repertoire that keeps him on his toes. Oriole fiercely seeks to befriend those that keep him interested, and while he's not necessarily the 'forever loyal' type, he's territorial enough to protect what he considers his. He can hold a grudge, but it's surprisingly easy to get back into his good graces after you've wronged him - just watch your back, because wronging him a second time can be a death sentence. Luckily, for how obnoxious Oriole can come off, he's actually rather charismatic. He's the type that burns so brightly that when that light is cast on you, you want to bask in the warmth. He fosters a sense of loyalty, and while he's very much the type to break a promise, he does his best by those he is responsible for.

History: Born and raised the only son of the High King and Queen of the West, Oriole has been a disappointment from the time he was born. He's never shown a moment's interest in the traditions of his people, the long lineage going back as long as oral tradition. His father, always stoic and imposing, made it clear pretty early on that he wanted nothing to do with a son who shirked tradition. While his mother was a strong woman in her own right, she was always a ceremonial sort of Queen - she didn't want to anger her mate. However, try as he might, ignoring his only son ended up a mistake. While Oriole was off galivanting and getting into trouble with the children in the region, his father never managed to sire another foal. When Oriole was two, his father reluctantly brought him back to heel, only to find that Oriole had gone completely feral (in a manner of speaking). Oriole no longer wanted to please his father. He did not want to be a King. However, he changed his tune a bit after a deadly fire swept through the forest, claiming the lives of both of his parents and a portion of the herd. Oriole couldn't feel any real sort of loss for them, though their absence gave way to a rule of his own making. He did not have to follow traditions, no matter the looks he got from the elders. He could take the region whatever direction he liked - so long as he could get the herds to follow him.

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Name: Esmira
Gender: Female
Species: Horse
Age: Three
Height: 14.3 hands
Body Type: Warmblood
Coat Color/Markings: Grullo Minimal Splash Sabino w/ badger face
Mane/Tail Color: Greyish Black
Eye Color: Green
Scars: Deep, tracking scars on each of her hips dragging toward her hocks.
Physical/Mental Abnormalities: None

Genetics: EE/aa/Dd/nSb/nSpl

Herd: None
Mate: None
Children: None

Personality: Esmira's small, but she's got a lot of fight and an incredibly hot temper to make her seem a bit bigger. She's got a strong sense of fairness, and has no qualms being the vocal conscience of anyone around her. While she strongly believes in equality, and can't abide a bully at all, she also can't abide the taking of a life for any purpose. How can someone change, or be useful, if they're dead? Plus, the cosmic scales won't abide it, and she's perhaps a bit superstitious. Alright, very superstitious. She's a big believer in karma, and that stooping to your enemy's level makes you no better than they are. So while she can be a strong supporter of a rebellious cause, she also isn't willing to do just anything it takes to get there. It's not hard to make her angry or irritable, though most of the time she's perfectly pleasant (though quick-witted) in conversation. While Alleyah is an iron and unyielding fist, Esmira is a reformer - perhaps the softer side of the duo, though she won't back down from a fight. If you get on her bad side, some buttering up is needed to get her back, because she can hold a grudge until the dinosaurs come back around.

History: Esmira and her twin, Alleyah, were born to a small band of mountain nomads unaffiliated with the powers in the West. They were part bandit, part wanderers, never staying in one area long and taking what they needed from the outskirts of the herdlands behind the leaders' backs. The band was mostly stallions, with their roguish leader and his beautiful bride, the only lady strong enough to stand among them. However strong Shasta was, her only daughters never really got to know her for more than a fleeting period - having twins was hard on her, and Shasta's health never returned after the birth of her daughters. While she had two scant months to teach them strength of will and a strong sense of right and wrong, their time with her was cut woefully short. Though their merry band of misfits sought to protect her, her weakness finally claimed her when the girls were two months old, hardly old enough to be without her. Their father was never the same after that, and though the others tried to help with the children, their lifestyle and lack of parenting skills left a lot to be desired. The twins were given almost entirely free reign and were rarely watched, playing with each other with no one else their age around. They grew up pretty wild, though they loved their life - despite their distant, careless father, they had a number of 'uncles' to keep them entertained. However, the dangers of being a nomad's daughters became pretty apparent as they moved past their yearling year, shedding a foal's coat for those of sleek fillies. There were always other loners that came across them, squabbles over territory, resources, and, yes, women. The older and prettier they became, the more insistent the fights became as well. The twins realized they had become a liability for their family, and they hatched their own plan to leave in the dark of night. There were two of them, after all - they would be fine. It wasn't long after they left, though, that the cougar attacked them on their way off of the mountain range. It was a near thing, with the cat hanging from Esmira's haunches, but she managed to get enough clearance to land a double-barreled blow to its chest, sending it running off in pain. While they survived, her wounds were deep, and she had a rough week of high fevers where Alleyah cared for her. Esmira pulled through, but it became clear that they were vulnerable alone as they hadn't been in the group. They set off again, not with any particular destination in mind - they'd never been off the mountain range, after all. But they knew they'd know the right place when they found it. Somewhere they could be themselves, and look after each other.

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