Welcome to Tempered Calamity! For as long as horses can remember, this place has been their santucary far removed from the presence of any humans. Well protected and abundant in food and space, equines of all kinds have called these lands home. Over time, the original horses who settled here spread out to explore and established the territory boundaries known today.
On the surface things appear peaceful between the different bands as well as the free roaming horses, but all is not as it seems. The inhabitants here are under constant threat. Not only do they have to survive the elements and natural disasters and outwit predators, they must also face rival herds or individuals looking to steal land or other horses.
Tempered Calamity is a semi-realistic wild horse rpg inspired by old school play by post forums. Low word count and minimal activity requirements, come check us out or say hey on our discord!
a semi-realistic wild horse rpg
year 01
spring
updates
04.10
We're officially open to members! Check out some of the quick links above to get started on all the need-to-know information. If you find any issues, feel free to PM Oxy on here or discord!
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[attr="class","calamity-post-body"] He teetered on the cliff’s edge, staring into the face of certain death had always intrigued Dandelion and in a way gazing down into the valley below was doing so.
Death was just as much a part of nature as life was, maybe even more so. Equines were eaten and their bones left to rot, their flesh and blood fed others so they may continue. When they were taken by the earth did they support it as well? Did their blood flow into its crevices and feed whatever lurked beneath? He didn’t know, that was for other horses to contemplate. Horses with the time to philosophize and argue amongst themself.
Dandelion took in a heaving breath and bent down to gnaw at the grass surrounding him, trying to shake off his thoughts and do what he came here to do. But his mind still wandered even as he ate.
Just as he was surrounded with death he was with life, and it was truly beautiful. Plants trampled beneath his hooves and the bugs crawled underneath. Squirrels and song birds in the trees behind him. Each with their own cycle of life and death, their own families and their own lives.
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[attr="class", pquote]– The beauty of the world which is so soon to perish, has two edges: one of laughter, and one of anguish; cutting the heart asunder –
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[attr="class", pbody] Today was much like any other, though typically Praxagora preferred not to visit this particular area. The bandits herds who roamed the area were reason enough but she supposed so were any strangers. She was the type of horse who preferred her own company, particularly after the disaster that had been Typhoid. Even now she held regrets for the way things had gone between them. However she had to move on. Nothing she did would change the past and she had to admit to herself that the young filly she had found and adopted had been set on a dangerous path from the beginning. Her hopes of possibly diverting that path had ultimately been in vain.
Sighing, the cream coloured mare picked her way across the rocky terrain, broken only by the sparse vegetation that covered the ground. It was some of this particularly greenery that she had come here for. Some of her herbal remedies required the unique and rare plants that only seemed to grow here on the ridge.
As she approached the edge that peered into the abyss below, her eyes settled on a small figure that stood on the edge. Very quickly it was apparent that the figure was a foal, very young judging by their small stature. Her heart siezed uncomfortably at the sight, the memory of finding Typhoid in much the same state overwhelming her thoughts. Was she cursed to come across every young or orphaned foal in all the territories? The universe forever meaning to torture her?
Briefly she contemplated just turning and walking away before the foal saw her but she couldn't do that. Never able to turn her back on another who might be in need. Even if it was only temporarily. Steeling herself against the thoughts that came unbidden, she approached the foal. "Hello little one," she said in greeting. Her voice was soft and drifted across the breeze in a sweet melody. Whether or not the foal reacted and ran she didn't know but she would do her best to try and reassure them if they wanted.
[attr="class","calamity-post-body"] Drooping eyes turned to face the mare, an apathetic expression on his face as he watched her unblinkingly. Dandelion's legs wobbled and he stumbled from the cliffs edge. Fully facing her now, he took in the unknown horse. Squashing any thought of them being one of his herd and the desperate hope that came with it.
His ear's went lateral, blinking slowly as he lowered his gaze back to the grass he had been absently chewing. But curiosity dug it's claws in before he could resume and he blurted.
"Have you seen anybody that- looks like me? Anybody?"
It was a shot in the dark, but he couldn't not try.
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