i'm on my way. (UPDATE- all for adoption)

[kotone !? (GROUNDED)]

MKAY. I have decided to adopt out pretty much all my characters, except for Erion. :3 If you're interested in a character, PM me or post here. I will not be roleplaying them anymore. I'm starting fresh. :3

Airplanes airplanes, sorry i'm late.
i'm on my way, so don't close that gate.
if i don't make that, then i switch my flight,
and i'll be right back at it
by the end of the night.

[ S t a g s ! ]

• E r i o n !
  
  

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• T r a i n !
  
  

  [A mirror to the moon (open)]

  
  
  
• C a p o n e !
  
  

  [Its as if you know me. And as if you care.]

  
  
  
• O b s i d i a n !

[Heir to a long-lost herd... is out for a stroll.]

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ADOPTED

[ F a e ' s ! ]

• R i l e y !
  

hi, I'm Kotone. I'm thirteen years old, but I'm
waaay too mature for my age. Know how I can
tell? Don't ask. =P Feel free to call me anythin'
except Koko. If you do, I will slap you silly with
noodles. And yes, it will hurt. ^,,^ I joined this
site because... well, because I did. And I do not
regret it so far, because all the other sites I'm
on are lookin' pretty boring next to this one.
<3 I spend nearly all my free time on here and
I don't care what my mom says, I will not end
up like my aunt maggie when I grow up if I
spend too much time online. -coff- ^.-

[kotone !? (GROUNDED)]

name;; train
age;; seven
gender;; stallion
breed;; arabian
element;; earth

eyes;; brown
pelt;; black
mane;; black
tail;; black


personality;;


:: Around others ::

He's wary of strangers, but after a few minutes
of talking and he gets to know the other horse,
he will become very trusting of them. He isn't much
of a social butterfly, and those he does befriend
he will become very close friends with. He doesn't
appreciate when one tries to show off, to him or
others because he believes it is just another way
of lying. He doesn't like to accept help, but will try
to help others. He treats strangers wearily because
he does not yet know them, but will treat those
he does know like family; Once he creates a bond
it is very hard to break it.

:: General ::

In general, he is a proud horse with much to live
for. He does not take insults kindly, and if provoked
he will attack. He has a tendency to trust easily, even
if he has talked to a horse for just a few moments.
He can be feisty at times, but that's just him. His
mood varies from day to day, and the horses he
meets. He's rather imaginative in his own way, but
prefers to keep secrets.


History;;


Born in Kentucky, this horse was foaled in a barn
rather than the wild. His mother was an Arabian
mare named Zone, and his father was an Arabian
stallion named Jinx. He was trained there at the
farm and then sold to another family where they
entered him in shows, him winning most of them.
Once he turned six, he was sold to another family
with four children. As you can imagine, that is when
things went bad.

The kids, incredibly irresponsible like young children
are, didn't close the get one night because they
were in a rush to get dinner. What horse wouldn't
take advantage of this? He took his time getting out
and finsing his way to the forest where he lived for
a few days before the family gave up searching for
him and went to buy another horse to 'take care of'.
He didn't care, as long as he was free.

So there he was, roaming around and meeting all
sorts of new horses. He had fun while he was at it,
and soon he was at his seventh year. Being a small
town country horse, he believed he was meant to be
like this and took every chance he got to learn new
things about his surroundings and the horses that
lived, and live, in them. He craved intelligence, and
soon got his wish fulfilled.

[kotone !? (GROUNDED)]

name;; capone
age;; six
gender;; stallion
breed;; arabian
element;; wind

eyes;; brown
pelt;; white
mane;; white
tail;; white


Personality;;

A wonderfully intelligent brute, Capone is. He, just
like most wild stallions, tends to get carried away
when it comes to breeding season and mares. He
is quite the charmer, and and over-thinker. Though
he may be sweet at times, and easily angered in
others, he always makes up for it with his charm. He,
much like his breed, is docile and calm. But when
angered, things may come to a screeching and bloody
halt. Didn't think he had any flaws did you? What,
with his solid structure and ways? Well, he does.
Just like any other horse, he does. Like said before,
Capone can be an over-thinker, but also, despite that,
he may say things without thinking. Confusing actually,
yes. He his quick to stop an argument, though, but
would end up getting in the middle of it. He has this
awful sense of pride inside him, and wont take getting
embarrassed in front of everyone kindly. The brute has
a strong sense of will to do whatever he thinks will
satisfy. Who, he doesn't know. Could be the gods,
could be himself.

Capone is always willing. No matter what. If he thinks
it's right, he will do it, no questions asked. Well, you
can't exactly guarantee no questions will be asked. He
is usually a chatterbox, so be prepared for some serious
lecturing. The stallion has a high sense of free spirit,
and believes everyone deserves some sort of will to
live; He hates to see one of his own die, whether it's
from his herd or no. He has an annoying habit of pawing
the ground with his hooves, which, by the way, are
pretty big. His likes to flap his wings, and honestly doesn't
like them to be kept folded up. He will take anything as
a challenge. He will make up little quests for himself, in
secret, of course, and do whatever it takes to finish it.
He is very imaginative and quite humorous, always
making someone laugh.

He has a pet. A Hawk, to be exact. The hawk is bigger
than average, like him, who stands at a 16.3hh. The
hawk's name is Caligula, and is often set out to fly around
to see whats going on. He cherishes his hawk, and will
talk to hi about anything. Capone lets the hawk rest on
his back or his shoulder for a ride, and will often keep him
there for hours at a time. Caligula is a good listener, and
will listen to whatever Capone has to say. He doesn't
want to let his friend down. The stallion is quite fun loving
at will make up missions for Caligula to do, rewarding
him with a mouse or too.


History;;

Capone can't remember anything from his past life. It's
like his memory was all jacked up. But, what he does
remember, is lying in the sweet grass of a meadow at
a year and a half old. He was stiff, saddened, and
confused. He didn't know what was going on with him,
he felt different than before.. odd. Like he was carrying
a burden. No not a burden.. a wight. A sort of unmoving,
light weight. He realized that he had wings. He was so
confused, not knowing where he came from and feeling
.. naked, because he never knew what happened to
him. He wandered around, practicing with his wings,
flexing them and gliding and such. He met a few mares
along the way, too.

Ray. A gorgeous Arabian mare that stole his heart. She
was also his first love. He met her while grazing in a
meadow, without Caligula. He hadn't met him yet. Anyway,
the mare was a gray Arabian, with stunning dark eyes
and this gorgeous smile. He couldn't keep his interest
from her, and they soon ended up chatting about some
usual things and goings on in the world. She told him
about her past, and he his. They went on about this
for quite a while, until, finally, he claimed her as his. Soon
enough, they had a gorgeous little foal, named Yew.
The foal looked and acted like it's mother, with the size
of his father.

Unfortunately, the foal had been born blind. They had
to leave it behind; a wild horse couldn't survive in the
wild blind. Then the predictable happened; Ray was
stolen. By another stallion. A Gypsy Vanner, to be exact.
This guy was effing huge. They fought, he lost, Ray was
gone. He was heartbroken, and that's where Caligula
comes in; He found him and comforted him in his time
of need. He helped him get better, stronger, more..
like himself.

[kotone !? (GROUNDED)]

name;; obsidian
age;; seven
gender;; stallion
breed;; andalusian
element;; fire

eyes;; brown
pelt;; gray
mane;; gray
tail;; gray


personality;;


Obsidian is a rather interesting stallion. Like a cat and a mouse, he absolutely
despises other stallions, whether related or not. He is quite the charmer, you
see, but has a short temper. He will not tolerate silliness of any kind, unless
it is his trying to impress a mare. He rarely uses his humorous side (hah!) to
impress, since he is rather straight-forward with his actions. He wont stall or
put off things until the last minute because he believes once you get done what
needs to get done, you have time for other important things. Important things
like defending, watching, and keeping other stallions off his "turf". By turf, he
means around him. He doesn't like to travel a lot, and finds it sarcastically
funny when someone begs, and will show it. He doesn't aprove of hiding his
feelings, and prefers to be rather open about everything.

Obsidian's companion, a Lynx, is Kouga. Kouga is the complete opposite of
Obsidian. He is funny, laid-back, and a complete mess-maker. Obsidian thinks
his loyal companion is a hypocrite, affectionatly speaking of course. He does
not approve of what his Lynx does at all, and will often get angry at him for doing
rather simple things like not moving the carcass of a, say, bird when he has
finished. Kouga is always laughing at Obsidian's reluctant and strict ways, and
annoying him so much that Obsidian threatens to banish him. Which only makes
him laugh even harder, of course. Kouga isn;t as open about his feelings, and
prefers to keep them carefully hidden to prevent any softies coming up to him
and asking if he was alright. Usually his feelings are visible in tiny fragments
in his golden eyes, but otherwise no one can tell what his problem is besides
his forever-there humor.


History;;


Obsidian was born and raised as a wild horse, of course. But he is a purebred
Quarter Horse, which was rather rare in the herd he belonged to. Speaking of
his herd, led by his powerful father Santos, was huge. It contained a minimum
of 15 horses, and a maximum of 30. Obsidian didn't really know. His mother, K,
was the lead mare, making him the eldest heir to the throne of his fathers herd.
He had his future already planned out for him and everything. He was to make
Rika, a mare the same age as him at the time, his lead mare once he took over.
Rika was actually his cousin, which is rather common in large and small herds.
Yeah, that didn't turn out so well.

The herd formally known as Number 1 was scattered by a recent fire, destroying
their rich forest lands, and, more importantly the bodies of the herd victims. The
herd slowly found their way back to each other, but their numbers were greatly
reduced and weakened. There were only around 6 to 10 horses left from the fire,
not enough to fight for another, more rich land. And so, a journey begins. Obsidian
was only three at the time as his mother lead the herd to safer grounds, as it
was found that Santos had been weakened by the fire and killed by a group of
wolves. It was a huge blow to everyone.

They soon found a safe land in the mountains, with higher than usual temperatures
and rich green meadow grass. The air around them was always heavy and misty
from the humidity and distance from the ground, but they soon got used to that.
Once Obsidian was four, he took over the herd, replacing K's spot with Rika's. He
of course didn't love Rika, but he thought she was rather pretty. He spent a good
deal of time getting the herd stronger, and once he was certain they were healthy
enough, he and Rika had a foal.

The foal's name was Code. The foal's feelings were very well hidden even at a young
age, like Obsidian. Code was strong and healthy, and the first-born. It was immediatly
assumed that he would become the first heir of Number 1. Then the unbelievable had
drifted in. The herd was peacefully grazing in the meadow that they claimed as theirs,
not realizing that there was a predator stalking their very presences. As the herd was
scrambling once more, Code had become seperated from Rika and didn't make it.
That cougar was quite persistant, even when it was clearly weak and tired, it went
for the youngest and smallest meal. This devestated the entire herd, even Obsidian
though he didn;t dare show it.

Soon after, Number 1 was attacked. By an invisible, unseen predator. A strong, unkown
virus sweeped the herd, killing nearly all the members, and weakening those who survived.
Obsidian had now kept away from his herd a LOT to be alone, not telling everyone of
his whereaboughts. He was the only one besides one or two others who was not affected
by this dreadful disease. Eventually, his remaining herd split off from each other, choosing
to join the much stronger neighboring herd. Obsidian had his life, his pride, and his future
put to an immediate halt. He silently sweared to himself that he would rebuild his heard,
with a stronger, more loyal one. He is trying to keep his promise.
And that's how he met Kouga.

[kotone !? (GROUNDED)]

name;; erion
age;; immortal
gender;; stallion
breed;; akhal teke
element;; wind god

eyes;; amber
pelt;; buckskin
mane;; black
tail;; black

personality;;

Living forever gives one a new perspective on life, if they know how to
use the immense knowledge granted when a new immortal steps up
to the throne. A fascinating being, the wind god is. His color is part of
that. Most would think the god of wind would be a light colored creature,
thin to the bone. No. Erion is a shimmering "Buckskin" color. His beautiful
coat gleams from the sun as the glare hits his pelt, giving him the roy-
al yet wild look. The god often uses his powers to other advantages,
helping those in need, but only the deserving. The one's who hate and
try to control, he does not respond to their needs unless they appeal
to him in one way or another.

The wind gods perspective on the one's below him are caring as a new
mare with her herd. He believes those who deem worthy will get what
they wish. Or, at least close to it. This intelligent god always has a
crave for knowledge, even when it is all laid out before him in the most..
royal manner. He does not judge the other gods by what they believe
and their actions. or, at least not aloud. He keeps his private thoughts
to himself, and the more important and obvious one's open. He must
be careful to not disrespect, or he may get a bad reputation among all
the horses and the gods.

Living forever has it's disadvantages; One could get bored rather quickly
when you know everything that is going on. The wind god is a bit of a
spy. One he has his eye on someone, he keeps at it until he is proved
wrong about his opinion multiple times. Yes, multiple times. He speaks
in a rather royal fashion, to throw something random in. He has a deep,
throaty tone, which he isn't showing off, because it's natural. His neigh,
though, is rather high-pitched; More than the usual. The wind god is, to
put it simply, a generally nice horse. He can be more caring than most,
and yet be completely annoyed at something the next.

Erion has a rather odd way of showing affection. He will keep a close
eye on the horse, and when they deem worthy, he will publicly display
his affection. Now, this could be a symbol of love or friendship, hate
or dislike. This could be either a good or bad thing, depending on the
type of horse and type of affection. The god only chooses to publicly
display his emotions for another horse when he feels they have deemed
themselves worthy of him, and have appealed to him in whatever way,
be it physical attraction or a good deed that has been done.

The god feels as if he is a force of nature, a spirit that cannot be broken,
an unstoppable beast. He feels that the horses should believe that too.
He has a quote that he reminds himself often about life and freedom.
"Take advantage of freedom. Let it smack you on the rump and lead
you away, so long as you're free". Erion lives by his own mental rules
and regulations, made just for him by, well, him. He doesn't expect
others to follow his mental rules, but to make their own and go by the
ones they make up. He encourages creativity and imagination in all
horses, more specifically foals, for he believes they will grow up healthier
and make better decisions.

Wind is a powerful force of nature. Those who control it must be careful
with their power. Erion, though he is a god, practices his control over
wind each day. He summons up his power like it's the last day he will
ever use it, see it, feel it. He lets it envelope him, fill him to the brim
with it's shimmering power. He can feel the love, the power behind the
gentle caress of the wind through his neat Akal-Teke body. He is very
precise when it comes to this practice, and feels as though he will
be deemed unworthy by, well, himself if he fails to go by these training
sessions with himself.

This is a god who enjoys what he does, though he often gets bored with
all of the work he must tend to. But despite this, he takes his job very
seriously, and wont mess around when a serious mood is upon every
horse. He is quite the gentleman when it comes to other horses and
orderly things. The wind god is a generally laid-back horse, but when
one provokes him on one of his bad days, that wouldn't be too good for
the other horse. He prefers mercy over murder, because he follows his
own rules and ways, mixed in with those of others.

A strange one, the wind god is. When he runs, it has the power to take
your breath away. Just imagine, a devilishly handsome stallion sweeping
past you at the speed of a bullet from a gun, a high-pitched neigh piercing
the air. Would you not feel the magic of the moment? Would you not
wish to join him in his dance of freedom? I thought so. When it comes
to charm, you may want to take lessons from this horse. He is at times
called the "Snake Charm", because of the way his amber eyes gleam
when no sun is shining off them. The way he dances elegantly. Magic
indeed.

history;;

It's a new world.. It's a new start..

Born to a mare who was new at mothering, Erion was the prize of the herd,
toy you show off... a pain in the butt to other herds. He had been born a few
months after the horses had taken off from some Akhal-Teke breeding place
in the middle of nowhere. His mother, a champion filly by the name of Star,
had been the leader of the group of mares in a separate meadow from the
stallions. There was a break in the gate that the people were unaware of, and
Star had jumped that, injuring her "thigh" on her back leg. meanwhile, Erion's
father, Huso, had struck the gate in one of his rampages.

Most of the horses in the fields followed them as they escaped, the breeders
finding out when it was too late. The horses were at least a mile away by the
time they went out to search. They came across a land unknown to them, the
only knowledge they had was to stick together and care for each other. And so,
there they were. Refugee's. They were still going on strong a few months later,
with only the loss of three horses due to wolves and disease. The leaders, Star
and Huso, had a foal.

And so, Erion was born. A handsome little purebred Akhal-Teke colt. This was
the first foal in the inexperienced herd, and they prized the foal, treated him like
a prince when, technically, he was. He grew with access to everything he would
need, no one ate until he had started, and no one would drink until he had the
first sip. They treated him like, well, a god. A tiny, spoiled god, at that. He was
the fastest in the herd, but not the strongest. Soon after, other colts were born.
They were stronger than him because they had thicker limbs, but were slower
while he was faster.

It's alive with the beating of a young heart...

And so, soon Erion grew and grew. He became powerful, knowing and intelligent.
He soon lead the herd after he fought Huso, and claimed his lead mare, Rosa.
He had ruled for years and years, learning lesson after lesson, growing more
experienced by the day. He lost his spoiled attitude and claimed a better, more
caring one. The young god became feared throughout the land, because no
matter who came to challenge him, they would lose. It was as if he had god-like
powers..

One day something.. strange.. happened. A few weeks before, his mare had
been killed my wolves while carrying his first foal. A Tragedy indeed. Then he
ventured out of his kingdom to visit and old stallion, similar to himself. No one
could overthrow him. Pretty mares galloped all across the vast kingdom, with
grace and beauty not imaginable until now. He requested a trade with the king,
since both their lands overlapped. He requested that they trade lands, since it
was about equal size and, hey, why not? It would benefit both of the herds,
either way.

The stallion knew there was something wrong with this new stag, something odd.
But he didn't dare utter a word to him. He greeted him royally and with respect,
instead of chasing him out. Erion found this odd. Another odd thing was the horses..
they had.. wings? He studied them carefully, and the stallion, known as "Hub",
taught him. He taught him everything. The history if the land, the legends, the..
all of it.

It's a new day... In a new land...

Erion stayed in this new land, deciding he would stay here instead of with his
old herd. yes, an odd choice for a ruler, but he was different. Very different. And
so, his herd forgotten, the stag stayed with Hub, learning everything there was to
know about the land, legends, and the horses. Especially the horses. He had
learned that the Fallen were guardians, protectors of the gods. He was enchanted
by that thought. Hub still knew that the power of a god dwelled inside this odd
horse, and would soon be discovered. But how would be provoke it to come out
peacefully?

As it turns out, Erion seemed to be getting more and more relaxed by the day,
being surrounded by the Fallen horses. He felt safe a secure, like nothing could
harm him. he also felt power swell inside him, threatening to explode. And when
Erion told Hub this, he knew it was time. Hub was a spiritual horse, who made his
own little chants and rituals, so he prepared one for Erion. After the ritual, all of
the Fallen went with Erion for a run. They all knew what was about to happen, even
if the soon-to-be god didn't.

Energy surged under and around Erion as he ran, faster and faster into the night,
with the billions and billions of stars in the sky above them. A beautiful sight, indeed.
After the run, everything felt different. It was like he saw from a new perspective, and
became a wiser, more experienced stallion. He felt different, too. His world had
been turned inside out, and everything seemed to go by faster. Soon after Hub
died, he realized he hadn't been aging. He was as young as ever.

And it's waiting for me.. Here I am.

And so, the new god Erion. Often dubbed random names that had to do with the
sky and wind, he became a wise and noble leader. He learned from his mistakes,
he stopped doubting his decisions, and began to see things differently. He craved
knowledge, when it was laid out right in front of him. He acted royal when he was
one of the most powerful horses around. He acted affectionate to the worthy, and
wary to the unworthy. Simple, eh? Not so much. Each day he dealt with new troubles,
new horses, and new feelings. That was one thing he had similar with his old life
at least.

[kotone !? (GROUNDED)]

name;; riley
age;; four years
gender;; mare
breed;; mustang
element;; water

eyes;; brown
pelt;; shaggy and brown
mane;; shaggy and brown
tail;; shaggy and brown

personality;;

A bit of a mystery, Riley is. She is not one to talk
much about anything and tends to stick to herself
and her own little world where everything and
everyone is perfect. She doesn't like to open others
into her life, and is reluctant to talk to strangers.
Riley tends to think she isn't meant to be a horse,
but a bird. She believes in the strangest things,
and sometimes the funkiest stuff with pop into her
head. She absolutely hates it when others think
she is a pony, because of her looks, when she was
born a wild HORSE, through and through.

She can sometimes be whiner, and often when
one gets to know her, they will regret it. She is a
bit of a grumpy pants, even though she has nothing
to be grumpy about. She is feisty, which is just her
nature. Riley is proud and will do anything to keep
it that way. She is a firm believer in the gods, and
will not tolerate any jokes that are remotely close
to the gods, even if it's nothing bad. She wont let
anyone into her life, in short; She doesn't know how
to have a bit of fun, or to not scoff when she spots
other having fun.

Riley's pet, a fox, is named Denim. Denim is such a
little whiner, it's unbelievable. He whines about
pretty much anything that has to do with harm and
danger, like crossing a river or... walking. He claims
his paws are sore from all the journeying and is
always threatening to leave Riley if they don't stop.
Of course, they argue about this and Riley gets
angry and they separate for a bit then meet up again
later on. Denim is pretty much the only one Riley
let into her life, even though she definitely regrets
it sometimes. Despite this, they both absolutely
love water and the rain.

History;;

Born as a wild horse through and through, Riley's
family was a huge band of horses led by, her father,
Rephaim. he was this wily mustang with no sense
at all knocked into him. Her mother was Nikki, yet
another mustang in the herd. Riley was Nikki's fourth
foal, no surprise. The herd was known as Elite, for
it held some of the strongest horses known in the
'west'; It was where she lived at the time. They were
travelers, never staying in one place for more than
one day and never wandering for more than a few
days. This was everyday life for Riley until she turned
two. She chose to leave.

Wandering the west for the next few months, she
learned every rock and every cactus of this dusty ol'
place. Not literally of course. Then she met Denim. He
obviously wasn't cut out to live alone, and Riley took
him in out of pity. A year later, they became the best
of friends, though they hated each other with a blind
passion. Denim gave Riley someone to talk to when
she got lonely, which, surprisingly, was quite often.
They became closer and... more complicated each day,
getting annoying by each other and fighting somewhere
in between all that.

They soon found a land other then the west a few
months later, and decided to stick around because
it provided much more food than the west did.. and
had fewer horses. Riley didn't like to be around other
horses, so this place was perfect for her. Of course,
Denim objected to this because it had 'much too many
dangers' as he put it, and whined some more about
it. Riley, the typical grump she was, just ignored him
and told him to go crawl in a hole if he was going to
whine like that to her. Ah, a beautiful friendship.

[denveromelette]

Hi, you said they're all up for adoption? I'm very interested in Obsidian :)

[kotone !? (GROUNDED)]

-nodnod- He's all yours. welcome to the site, by the way. (:

[denveromelette]

Sweet! Easier than I expected. Anything I need to know like any current plots or relationships?

[kotone !? (GROUNDED)]

^^ not really, actually. if there was, i wouldn't remember. ;3 i recently came back from a long hiatus.