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"] The warm sunlight shone down on the Earth, brightening up the surface with its fiery light. Shadows emerged from the surrounding plants and landscape, casting dark shapes across the land. The sweet melody of the songbirds filled the air, creating a symphony of sound that demanded attention. In the distance, blurred images of forests and bodies of water reflected the sunlight with bright glimmers sparkling like jewels. The blue eyes of the doe surveyed the terrain with a keen eye, taking in every detail.
The land before the doe promised new beginnings, a place where she could start afresh. No one knew her history, where she came from, or even her name. It was a place where she could be anyone she wanted, without the burden of her past experiences weighing her down. The world was hers to conquer, and she was ready to seize the opportunity. Soft foot falls squashed the blades beneath her stature as she plod to the lower levels of the area. A taste of freedom formed upon her tongue, almost like a taste she craved for. She may be young, a mere eighteen months, but she had left home without looking back after being banished.
She felt no remorse. What she had done. . . It was for her own self-preservation, her own self-worth. Why did no one understand that back there? Not even her own parents came to her defense. Who needed those types in their life? Not her, apparently. Leaving was easy, she had been dreaming so often about leaving that place behind, all the abuse, all the bullying. . . Just leave it. It never happened, or perhaps she just was never courageous enough. The banishment was all it took for her to finally get the thing she longed for most. She was free of all that negativity. For once she was in charge of her life.
Here, laying before the copper fae, enveloping her as she waltzed closer to the free lands, stood a kingdom that had held promise for her future to find herself a place where she could be herself away from nay sayers.
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[attr="class","calamity-post-body"] Spring was most definitely in the air. Fresh grass sprouted from the ground and beautiful flowers bloomed anywhere one deemed to look. All but here in The Great Expanse. A vast plain of open prairie there the sky seemed to touch the earth. This time of year the blades were greener. Vibrant in colour and sweetest in taste. Among the grasses moved a shadow. A mare whos coat was dark in contrast against the sea of green. She moved with purpose, her stride measured and even.
Was it fate that brought her here on this day? The idea seemed almost laughable. She didn't believe in higher powers that orchestrated the future of all equines. No, instead she was just wandering to wander. She had no destination in mind, no goal to seek. All the same she couldn't help but continue forward. Marching along to the beat of her own heart. Perhaps she was running from her past to some degree, or maybe she was just in search of a new adventure.
The wind shifted then and her nostrils flared with a new scent. Another horse. Lifting her head to the sky she followed the scent. In the many months since she had abandoned the bachelor herd she had yet to come across another of her kind. Sure there had been antelope in plenty. The occasional ground rodent or even at times various predators that liked to prowl in the shadows, stalking their prey. She had avoided them all, focused only on her path. Wherever her feet might take her.
Snorting loudly, she approached. The smell grew stronger in her nose and she knew she was near. Cresting a hill, she saw the other. They were young still, their tail not fully grown and their shape still small and lean. Curiosity seized her and she moved until she was next to them. "Hello," was all she managed to say.
[attr="class","calamity-post-note"] potatoren notes;; excited to see how these two play off each other!
[attr="class","calamity-post-body"] As the day drew on, the young fae felt more at ease with the lack of intruders and crowds. She was not a huge fan of gatherings, it just led to others fussing over the fact that she was young. Why? Why did all they see was her youth and not, oh you know, her? She shook her head. The grass danced ever so gently in the whisper of a breeze that ebbed and flowed through the lands. It truly was a sight to behold. She sometimes missed the sunflower fields that had been near her birthplace. She would traverse through the giant stoic beings as if they were guardians of some hidden world. It was during those times that she was hiding from the herd, her parents, and the bullies. Oh, the bullies. How they made fun of her. She had grown so hateful due to those jerks. She flicked her tail, semi-grown tendrils whipping through the air like miniature whips.
While she did miss the sunflowers, they had not been enough to make her want to return. She had, after all, been banished. She'd have had to beg if she wanted back in. Luckily, after seeing how even her parents wouldn't jump to defend her, she decided none in that herd were worth her time. She had hopes that perhaps she'd find sunflowers again, able to see them and smell their not-so-sweet scents. She'd be okay if she didn't find anymore however, as for now, she was free. She was capable of becoming who she wanted to be, not a slave, not a servant, not some peasant, but she could be who she chose and what she chose. The prospect thoroughly excited her. She was finally able to fulfill those dreams of escaping that horrid herd, that horrible lead situation, and the fact that she was so low on the pecking order that she had never any hope of becoming more than some piece of junk in their eyes.
The copper fae sniffed the air, muzzle lifted as high as it would go. Nares flared gently, inhaling deep. Something was moving closer. For a brief second, her small towers flicked backward, hiding from sight as she contemplated her choices here. She could flee, potentially disappearing before they ever discovered her... But if it was a very devoted to their cause adult equine... She'd never outrun them. She could hide, but her coloration might not allow such an option, and if they had already caught onto her scent, they knew she was here. She could always ignore them if they approached, but what if they were not a fan of being ignored? What if they were one to attack because of that disrespect? If it was a full-sized adult, she stood no chance. What to do then? She pondered quietly to herself, listening intently for hoof falls that were getting closer.
"Hello," A voice broke the silence. Feminine. Hornet snorted and looked in the direction of the voice. The form had broken over the knoll of the hill to approach her. Hornet eyed her, blue eyes surveying the figure carefully, unsure of her intentions. She carefully assessed what her current options were, but seeing none, the filly clacked her ivories together, a non-verbal sign of I'm no threat. "Hello to you too." Her voice was soft, a little shaky, but feigned confidence. What could this mare have planned? Surely It was something bad. She hated them all. All the conniving and all the planning they all went
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[attr="class","calamity-post-body"] Definitely young judging by the clacking of the filly's jaw by way of greeting. Words followed but it took Calypso a moment to process them. Her mind had immediately jumped to distant memories at the sight of the young horse. Her markings reminded the older mare of a bachelor she used to know. Briefly the thought that this stranger could be his secret daughter crossed her mind but she quickly banished the thought. He had no children, of that she was certain.
A soft voice washed over her ears and she tried to relax in her posture. Children were difficult for her. She never knew how to act around them or what to say to them. Speaking in a childish manner felt degrading and rude but speaking in her normal vulgar dialogue felt inappropriate and awkward. Her tail flicked against her hindquarter and she tried her best to smile in a friendly manner. Why was this so damn hard? Oh yeah...because it had been years since she had been a child herself and had long forgotten the innocence of youth.
Fixing the stranger with bi-coloured eyes, she swallowed. "I didn't expect to see anyone, though I suppose that's a little silly. This is the watering hole and everyone comes here." Calypso kept her voice neutral though she realised she had spoken a little quickly. Swallowing, she told herself to get it together. "I'm Calypso," she said. "And you are?"
[attr="class","calamity-post-note"] potatoren notes;; oops she's a bit awkward LOL
[attr="class","calamity-post-body"] Spring brought on some new hopes, new life, and new opportunities. Hell, it helped to spawn new life. Hornet had faded memories of how gross the adults were when Springtime hit. How they all gathered in the herd to …. Procreate. She and the other young ones were shooed into a corner so the adults could essentially have an orgy. It was gross, that’s all she remembered. She didn’t necessarily hate Spring because of that memory from her even younger days, but she could do without the Twitter-pated critters. After all that, she just never saw herself as one to ever fall for a boy. That just was not in her interest. Her mother used to tease her, saying she’d change her mind once she found a few she liked. She hated it whenever she said that.
She had enjoyed not having to listen to her mother tease her like that. It had gotten so old. Now, she was in a place where she could choose what to do with herself. She had no pressure on her. Granted, she also was alone and had little protection, especially seeing as she was yet to turn two years old. She had six more months before her second birthday. Was she concerned about being so young and alone? Not at all. She has been enjoying it so far. No rules, no adults, no pressure? Hell yeah, this youngster was having fun. Perhaps though, she’d eventually have to consider finding somewhere to live.
However, right now she needed to focus on this figure before her. She had known she’d eventually run into another being, but she was unsure of when and where. I didn't expect to see anyone, though I suppose that's a little silly. This is the watering hole and everyone comes here. Hornet tilted her dial. That was quite a silly thing to think and expect, however, she was not going to outwardly agree with this adult. I'm Calypso, and you are? The mare was speaking quickly, but Hornet kept a grip on what was being said, though she was taken aback. Swallowing, almost too loudly, the young filly cleared her seemingly too dry throat. ” I am Hornet… Truth be told, I honestly didn’t expect to run into anyone either, at least not until I reached the water.” She kept her head lowered, she was not going to initiate an attack on herself. There was no way she’d be able to stand her ground and hold her own. Her words were more to reassure the adult though that perhaps it wasn’t super silly to not expect to run into another. ” You speak fast, that’s new to me. My old herd used to … be very slow with their words.” It was the only compliment she could think of in a tense situation. Every bit of her wanted to run and hide, but her feet weren’t moving.
[attr="class","calamity-post-note"] Oxymelon notes;; she's so cute <33
[attr="class","calamity-post-body"] If Calypso had felt any aggression or wariness of the young filly, it quickly disolved at the sound of the soft tones coming from the small mouth. It was silly to assume she was a potential threat. Perhaps she still could be and Calypso was never one to fully let down her guard. However it made little sense to react with agression. At least not until the filly provoked her. Could it still happen? Of course but Calypso reminded herself to wait and see what happened first. Her usual approach of act first think second was probably ill-advised.
Shifting her weight slightly, leaning back onto her hindquarters and relaxing into the stance she chewed in thought. Hornet was the name and it almost made her laugh. What an odd name for a filly so soft in her speech. She almost blurted out a follow up question before quickly holding her tongue as the young stranger continued. Certainly most of the horses who traversed this area would be at or near the water's edge.
The question she had so quickly stamped out floated back to the surface. Why was she out here all alone? The free lands weren't exactly safe, even for an adult such as herself. Resisting the urge to bombard Hornet with such questions though, she focused again on the words falling from her small lips. Oops. She knew the hurried pace in which she had spoken was probably jarring. Dipping her head slightly in a silent apology, the chestnut mare smiled. "I'm sorry," she said, deliberately slowing her words, "I am used to the way of my old bandmates. They were all a bit hotheaded and spoke quickly."
Lost in thought for a moment as the memories flooded her mind, she physically shook them from her head. Her long mane was flicked back from her eyes as she did so. "Old herd? What happened to them?" she queried.
[attr="class","calamity-post-note"] potatoren notes;; SO sorry for the wait o.o
