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
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[attr="class","calamity-post-body"] In the darkness he hadn't been able to make out much of the stranger's shape but upon hearing the low voice that rumbled from their throat he realised the stranger was another stallion. A vaguely familiar scent clung to their coat but he couldn't place where he knew it from. They were certainly a stranger and Centurion knew that they had never met before. Slipping the thought into the back of his mind he took a moment to regard the other stallion.
Green eyes met his own amber and he recognised the look in those eyes for it was mirrored in his own. Elation at the prospect of the hunt. The satisfaction of a potential challenger. Centurion almost grinned, teeth spread wide in manical glee but he pursed his lips instead. One ear flicked backward and he was glad for the narrow space at the bottom of the chasm that prevented the stranger from standing behind him. Granted he wouldn't be able to move behind the stranger either but that was fine.
For now he would feel this newcommer out. Yes he knew the look in the other stallion's eye but that didn't necessarily mean anything. Just as Centurion planned to behave amicably at present, the stranger might too be playing the game. He would have to see how this played out before he made up his mind on how he would react. Slowly, he opened his mouth to speak. "I am called Centurion." Perhaps he shouldn't have given his name so easily but he reminded himself that those days were over.
No longer did he hide in the shadows waiting for the chance to strike. Remaining a nameless shadow, working only for himself and whoever desired his services that had the means to compensate him well for his efforts. No, now he was a herd lead himself. Proclaiming his name so that all knew him and feared him. Respected him and what he had deemed his property.
Snorting, he gazed coolly at the stranger. "I would ask you for your own name but I don't really care. Are you friend or foe?"
[attr="class","calamity-post-note"] sequoia notes;; here comes trouble and make it double LOOL
You know, I don't like being rejected. So let's keep your death between you and me.
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Had it been days since she had last seen another horse? Weeks? Months? Typhoid didn't know. It was all meaningless to her. Stallions were liars and traitors. Always looking for victims they could boss around and bend to their will. Whether they were wrong or right it didn't matter but in her experience they hated being questioned or proven wrong. She enjoyed doing both and did so with a smirk on his lips and a gleam in her eye. Mares were worse. Pretending to love, pretending to care but quick to abandon and damn those they claimed to care about the moment things didn't go their way. At least stallions were predictable.
Shrugging, Typhoid made her way through the growing golden plains of The Great Expanse. It wasn't her favourite place to be, to wander, but it was the most convenient. The Scourge to the south was barren and she only ventured there in search of certain toxic rocks or other ingredients for her potions. Well occasionally she went looking for a fight if she was bored or simply wanted to test her skills. Either way it wasn't a suitable place to find sustenance.
The Rift to the north was her favourite. While vegetation did grow, it was still violent and suited her she thought. The horses she encountered there were tough and unpredictable. More often than not she could talk her way through a chance encounter, or if she didn't wish to interact there was plenty of cover she could hide in and await the stranger's passing. The harsh northern winds that constantly buffeted the landscape there also suited her just fine.
Today though she found herself in the open grasslands. She couldn't say what exactly had brought her here on this particular day but she had been wandering south for a few days. The spring gathering was ahead and horses of all kinds and allegiances found their way here for whatever silly purposes they had. Typhoid cared little for the different rituals or celebrations of regular horses. In the grand scheme of things, they all seemed to trivial.
A flock of birds suddenly bursting from the grass caught her attention and she turned in their direction to see a cream and white patterned stranger approaching her. A wicked smile appeared across her lips and she watched as they came closer and closer. Casually she flicked her tail against her flank when they reached her and stopped. She could see he was a stallion and she titled her head in a silent greeting. Better a stallion than a mare she thought.
[attr="class","tcpost2-note"] sequoia notes;; whoops lolol but these two are gonna be fun!! art by: Cursed Lines 10
[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
Nickname N/A Age 4 Gender Mare Breed Type Warmblood Physical Health Fair Mental Health Okay
Appearance Height 16hh Coat Colour Chestnut Varnish Roan Eye Colour Brown Genotype ee/AA/nLp Distinguishing Markings Scar over right eye that has permanently affected her vision. Eye is milky white as a result. A star and snip. One sock on left front with ermine spots.
Personality Positive Traits: Charismatic, Driven, Outgoing, Persistent, Studious. Negative Traits: Conniving, Hostile, Manipulative, Selfish, Untrustworthy. Quirks/Fun Facts: Has a slight lisp when speaking. Usually speaks a little slowly to try and disguise it but when angry or even excited, it becomes more pronounced.
Relationships
Praxagora - Hates Prax with a fierce loathing. Considers the older mare to have taken her in only to betray her and abandon her to further crush her spirit and to some degree suspects that her father hired Prax as a means of further physiological torture. Believes that the skills she learned under Prax's guidance are fully hers and she wishes to one day kill her mentor and take her place as the most knowledgeable in the healing and mystic arts.
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Ongoing Something In The Way with Emrys -- Spring, 01 A chance encounter in The Great Expanse, Typhoid isn't yet sure what she thinks of this stallion. Perhaps she can use him to her own ends if she finds that he is susceptible to her charms and can be easily manipulated.
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Nickname Prax Age 11 Gender Mare Breed Type Warmblood Physical Health Excellent Mental Health Fair
Appearance Height 15hh Coat Colour Flaxen Red Roan Sabino Eye Colour Heterochromia (R: Brown, L: Blue) Genotype ee/Aa/RnRn/nSb/ff Distinguishing Markings Typical Sabino markings. Irregular stockings on all four legs and apron face marking that extends along her jaw.
Personality Positive Traits: Brave, Compassionate, Intelligent, Loyal, Patient, Sophisticated Negative Traits: Aloof, Cunning, Impulsive, Petty, Stubborn Quirks/Fun Facts: Doesn't actually know her own true age so has made up her own birthday and age, often telling others that she's older than she actually is as being an elder commands more respect.
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Typhoid - Has rather mixed feelings. While for a time she did raise and consider the filly her own child, she also understands how dangerous Typhoid grew to be and cannot excuse her behaviour or decisions. Ultimately does consider Typhoid an enemy who betrayed her trust and abused the gifts and teachings she shared to murder her family. Prax can never forgive those actions.
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[attr="class","calamity-post-body"] Calypso pranced through the surf sending sparkling droplets scattering through the air. The Isle was to be her new home and she was more than excited to see what lay in store for her future. Her muscles were a little fatigued from the swim and she didn't know what had possessed her to attempt such a journey at this time of year. The currents had been strong and at several points she'd felt herself dragged under the waves. It was only by sheer luck that each time she had found solid footing and been able to continue forward. That and the fact that she was in extremely good shape.
At first she wasn't sure whether to make the crossing or not. The Mainland was all she had known throughout her life and to give that up made her hesitate. It didn't last long however. There was something about the sea that she felt was calling her. A desire to know more and explore what lay beyond burned in her heart and she had never not followed her gut. Now that she was here on the other side she knew she had made the right choice. Now she just needed to gain the acceptance of any horses or herds that lived here. Hopefully they would let her stay.
Tossing her mane, she whinnied loudly into the air. Any horse who lived on this island would definitely have heard her so now all she had to do was wait for them to appear.
[attr="class","calamity-post-note"] birdorcages notes;; she's just made the crossing from the mainland and is looking to meet the lead!
[attr="class","calamity-post-body"] Amber eyes narrowed considerably at her comment, his lips sinking into an even deeper frown. So what if he was socially inept? Technically he wasn't at all! Just...out of practice. He could charm anyone if he wanted to. Convince them to do his bidding, persuade even the most stubborn to bend to his will. He would prove it! Internally, he ran through several ideas. Should he appeal to her through a show of authority? Pride? No...perhaps softness was the way to tame this mare. Show her they were equals. His ears flicked backward slightly then in an attempt to convey embarassment. "Perhaps a little," he said.
Taking care to match his pace with hers, he stepped alongside her heading west back the way he had came. Secretly he was glad she had accepted the wordless invitation, even if he hadn't yet approached the topic of her joining him all the way home. Perhaps even to stay. He also found her somewhat peculiar. At first he had thought her nothing more than a crazed wildling. Mangled and shaggy as she was he thought she might be mad, driven only by her instincts to survive. Now though he saw that beneath it was a certain intelligence to her. It sparked his curiosity and he wanted to know more.
Until she opened her mouth and started to ramble a bit. Chuckling, his laugh throaty and deep, he eyed her with amusement. "Only a days travel from here. Around or about." He paused while she continued talking and then he halted abruptly at her words. It was only a moment and he quickly resumed his pace but what she had said had taken him aback. A keen intellect indeed. She had seen right through his attempts at pleasantries. Either that or he was just really bad at them. Was he really that out of practice? Damn.
"You speak as though you feel the same..." he said. The moment he spoke the words aloud he realised it was true. Somehow, someway they had connected, understanding each other on a level he hadn't expected. Truly he had never met anyone like her and now he genuinely wished to keep her. Unlock all her secrets and find out what exactly it was that made her tick. Before his rationality could stop him, he had opened his mouth. "Perhaps you would like to see my home," he blurted. Wait he hadn't explained anything yet, she didn't know he meant...well he supposed it could mean anything. He gazed at her expectantly, wondering how she would respond.
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[attr="class","calamity-post-body"] For a moment, Centurion felt a curiosity about the mare. Left her home land? Maybe that should just be taken at face value. Lots of horses, especially young, left their herds in search of adventure or a change. Or to start a herd of their own. Or perhaps it was nefarious and this stranger had poisoned her herd and had been banished. Poison was good. He liked the thought of that and he was too late to stop the corners of his lips from quirking upward into a tiny smirk. Catching it, he quickly returned to his deep frown.
Mentally shaking the thoughts from his mind, he paused to actually survey the mare in detail. Her coat was a little shabby, her mane long and unkempt. She was dirty, from her time on the road he supposed, but she wasn't thin and didn't look crazed. "Around about or so," he replied, unsure if he should disclose that he had a land of his own just yet. "I have also smelled the passing horses but you're the first I've seen in many months," he admitted. He did not think to mollify her apologies for trespassing. He found her slightly amusing and wasn't in a hurry to ruin the fun.
"No matter," he said, tone still somewhat gruff. Struggling slightly with his words, he turned then, angling his shoulder towards the open expanse that led away from the river in an invitation for her to walk with him. The stallion, though he was loathe to admit it, hoped that she would follow. Even if it was only temporary, he was determined to drag the enjoyment he felt out for a little longer. It had been a good decision to leave his lands after all. Slight awkwardness aside. It would seem to him that he had forgotten how one talks to someone else. Beyond staying isolated in the overlook for the past month or so, he had been alone for far longer. Other than his mentor, but that didn't count he decided. His mentor had not been...social.
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[attr="class","calamity-post-body"] It seemed that the stranger didn't quite recognise his presence. Was it deliberate? Their wish to remain disengaged, ignoring anyone around them until they were left alone? That was fine by him he decided, flicking his ears backward in annoyance. Before he could leave however, blue eyes rolled up and locked with his own brown. Slowly they cleared as comprehension blossomed across their face. And then they were talking to themselves. Questioning if he was real? Of course he was!
Naturally, the first horse he had to encounter in so long had to be completely out of their mind. If his vocal chords were capable, the stallion would have growled in his throat. Just great, he thought. Having no patience for the mentally insane, he briefly debated chasing them off. He could enjoy the cooler spring temperatures in peace and perhaps the next horse he crossed paths with would be slightly more agreeable. And then she was invading his personal space. Touching his nose with her own and Centurion bit back his squeal on indignation.
He snorted loudly instead, narrowing his eyes as he investigated her. Apology fell on his ears and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Bold actions? More like just plain rude. Even if she hadn't seen another horse in ages that was hardly an excuse in his opinion. Particularly since he too had been completely isolated for the past year and he didn't feel the need to question her appearance at all or touch her unwarranted. The consideration that he was more the exception than the rule when it came to loneliness did not cross his mind.
Feeling quite affronted at her actions, he decided then that he wasn't really looking for a fight. He could nip her shoulder, a reminder that he did not appreciate her actions, but without knowing whether she would fight or flee? No, perhaps words would service him better. For now. Chewing slowly, he considered his words, but instead she introduced herself. Fine, that was easy enough. Lovely to meet her though? He hadn't yet made up his mind.
"I'm called Centurion," he said, tone clipped. "How is it that you have not seen another horse in so long? Have you no home?"
[attr="class","calamity-post-note"] lumi notes;; here
[attr="class","calamity-post-body"] The spring sun was smiling down upon The Overlook, waking up the trees and grasses from their winter slumber. If the bay stallion was the type to appreciate nature, he might've cared about the blooming flowers. Instead he looked upon them with almost boredom. Centurion had mulled over the decision to wander for several days. He was in no hurry. There was plenty of water provided by the mountain spring and the great falls. Plus he had the...other creatures for company. Soon enough though he grew tired of having only them around, and the stallion was left with little choice. Visit the watering hole, and by extension other horses, or die of boredom. It was with that resolution that he ventured away from the grey rocks and outcroppings he’d come to call home and toward the unknown.
Soon he came upon an open valley. The click of his hooves echoed off the stone as he moved across the rock formations that bordered one edge. Abruptly the rock gave way to lush green grass covered the ground in a thick carpet, cut in half by a large flowing river. The heavy stallion stepped forward, following the river until slowly the grass gave way to a golden sea. A slight breeze blew across the plains, the grasses before his eyes seemed to flow as they caught the light. Further ahead lay the watering hole of the plains. His eyes scanned the landscape carefully as he approached the water. He could smell the fresh aromas of horses who had recently been here and he snorted. Allowing a slight upward curl of his lips he sauntered to the bank and drank deeply.
Thirst satisfied, Centurion lifted his head and cocked one ear. Movement on the horizon caught his attention and he peered through the glaring sunlight. The smooth frame of another horse faded into his vision and he sighed. It was only natural that he would cross paths here in the open lands. Especially with how recent some of the scents here at the river's edge were. The stallion paused then, unsure if he should flee or stay and engage them in...a conversation at least.
On one hoof it had been awhile since he had seen any other horses, but on another hoof his loneliness was self-induced. It wasn't a complaint but he couldn't deny that he felt some amount of boredom. A king in his domain but with no subjects to rule, only the bugs or other small creatures to play with. Perhaps it was time and maybe it would be nice to have another around. Even if only temporarily, or if he had any intentions for them at all. No matter, he thought, he could always come up with something entertaining. Mind made up, he kicked forward into an easy trot and approached the horse. "Hello stranger," he said.
[attr="class","calamity-post-note"] lumi notes;; here
Distinguishing Markings Scar over right eye that has permanently affected her vision. Eye is milky white as a result. A star and snip. One sock on left front with ermine spots.
Quirks/Fun Facts: Has a slight lisp when speaking. Usually speaks a little slowly to try and disguise it but when angry or even excited, it becomes more pronounced.
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Typhoid is devious and cannot be trusted. She will not hesitate to lie or steal or do whatever other means necessary to get what she wants. Viewing everyone else as her enemy, she's incredibly pessimistic and suspicious in nature. She prefers never to let anyone see her true self or understand her true motivations for anything. [break][break] Having mastered the art of manipulation, she can be charming when she feels it will serve her purposes. Convincing a stranger to share a meal with her or a place to sleep for the night. Using her wit and cunning to survive, she's convinced herself that she doesn't want or need anyone else ever again. She can be incredibly hostile to strangers and will assume that they mean her harm without waiting to see otherwise. [break] Deep down though, Typhoid is insecure and lonely. Ultimately she seeks for a new family and herd to call her own. One where she can be at the top and no one will ever dare mistreat her again. Maybe even in the distant future she might have a foal of her own that she would never abandon and would raise to be the strongest of them all.
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History
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Born under a dark moon, her herd saw it as a bad omen for them, believing that her presence would only bring doom upon them all. Her mother couldn't bear to let anyone hurt her new daughter, she pleaded with the lead to spare them. Begrudgingly, the lead agreed but they were soon outcasts among the herd. They were not allowed at the gatherings or to participate in any of the celebrations or rituals. Typhoid in particular was singled out and picked on. Cursed at by all both young and old. Learning from a very young age that everyone around her were vile, she grew to be cautious and defiant. Fighting back at any opportunity. [break][break] Eventually, her mother too grew tired of the poor treatment and blamed her daughter for the misfortune. Deciding to abandon her daughter, she took her far away to an area Typhoid did not know and wouldn't be able to find her way home. After the young filly tried following her, she lashed out, slashing a deep cut over the eye and then fleeing back to her herd, his daughter's cries echoing in her ears as she ran. Eventually Typhoid quieted but scared and alone, she lay in her spot and hoped that her mother would come back for her. Days passed and yet she did not move. Her heart grew cold and black and she cursed her mother and those that had mistreated her. [break] A passing mare found her then, taking pity on her and taking her on as an apprentice. At first she was grateful for the kindhearted stranger, following her every word with reverence and studying hard to prove her worth. She could be useful and she was determined to prove it. As her knowledge grew, so did the idea of vengeance against her family. One night, she slipped away and in the dead of night poisoned her old herd's water source. The next day, one by one they all fell. When Praxagora found out, she left. Abandoning Typhoid just as her mother had done before. Bitter, but feeling justified in her actions, she decided she didn't need anyone anyway. She was going to be on her own. While her training was incomplete, she still knows enough to be dangerous.
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Is This Your First Character? No. Centurion/Calypso/Praxagora
Quirks/Fun Facts: Doesn't actually know her own true age so has made up her own birthday and age, often telling others that she's older than she actually is as being an elder commands more respect.
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Praxagora is unassuming in the way she carries herself. Often mistaken for meek, she doesn't try and change their mind unless absolutely necessary. She much prefers to keep to herself and bide her time, assimilating into whatever social group she finds herself. She can be a bit enigmatic at times, and there's something about her that most others find unsettling. Though if asked, they may not be able to pinpoint exactly what it is. [break][break] She can be very loyal, usually only to serve her own interests, but also to serve the interests of her own kind. With that being said, she is still compassionate and understanding of other's feelings or pains and will do her best to remedy them if she can. She's not afraid of anything and will put herself in harms way to protect someone else without hesitation should the situation arise. Prax is not timid about speaking her mind or standing up to figures of authority or calling their bluffs when she thinks they might be wrong. [break][break] Despite her many friendlier characteristics, she's can be rather petty if or when she's been wronged. Going out of her way to patiently wait for the right moment before taking her revenge. Never in a lethal or cruel way, more just petty annoyances. Additionally she can be a bit hasty to rush into decisions once she's made up her mind about a particular course of action. Despite this, she is still willing to accept the consequences or responsibility of correcting her mistake.
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History
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Hailing from lands unknown, not much is known about Praxagora's past. All she remembers is waking up one day in a desolate field with no memories of her past. Getting her bearings, she soon found herself wandering the open lands searching for answers. Her search led her all over and she learned many valuable skills along the way. Namely she developed a certain talent for the way of herbs and healing. Years went by and eventually she stopped looking for her past, instead only focused on her future. [break][break] Eventually she met a young filly, barely a year old who had been abandoned or lost. Feeling pity for the filly, she decided to take her in as an apprentice and to teach her what she knew. They slowly made their way from distant lands to here, helping various herds they met along the way. At first things went well. Typhoid took to learning the herbs like a fish to water, soaking up any and all information like a sponge but it wasn't long before Prax noticed more concerning behaviours. Typhoid was far more interested in the harmful herbs and their properties. She had no choice but to terminate the apprenticeship and leave the filly on her own. Waiting until the dead of night, she quietly slipped away into the darkness. [break][break] Taking a vow to never again train another in her crafts, she instead decided to spend the rest of her life alone, only appearing when needed and never swearing her allegiance to any one herd or horse.
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Is This Your First Character? No. Centurion/Calypso
[attr="class","calamity-post-body"] Wind buffeted the dark stallion as he made his way down to The Rift. It was cold for Spring, or perhaps that was just because he was on the north end of the territories. The sun was setting, the sky ablaze in hues of orange and red. Carefully, the stallion picked his way among the rocks and uneven terrain heading towards the dark crevice that cut through the earth like a massive scar. Much like the one that lay across the crest of the horse's neck.
It had been a few days since he had decided to settle to the west in The Overlook. Naturally once he had declared the lands his own, he had spent the next several moons exploring it from top to bottom. Leaving no stone unturned he had moved from the waterfall to the wood to the sheer drop that overlooked the western sea. He scratched marks into the trees or dug into the earth, establishing a clear boundary between his land and the valley below.
Finally satisfied, he had taken his leave in search of...something. He wasn't quite sure what it was he was in search of but he supposed he would know when he found it. Or, like everything else in his life, it would slip between his hooves. Lost before he even had a chance. He shook his head. No! Not this time. This time he would have his way. Would finally get what he wanted and build himself a herd, where no one would dare disobey him. He was free to make the rules, banish who he wanted. Abandon who he wanted.
The wind increased then and his ears flicked backward against his skull, shielding them from the gusts. Not having wanted to but deciding that some shelter from the insentient wind was in order, he made his way to the edge and he looked down into the chasm below. It was dark in the setting sun and his eyes couldn't make out more than shadow but that was no matter. Sturdy feet carried him down the narrow edge carved into the rock that led down to the bottom of the crevice.
Once he had reached the bottom, he paused to give his eyes a moment to adjust. It was even darker here, the dying light from the sun dim and the shadows cast by the steep walls on either side casting everything into a certain dark gloom. Turning, he directed his body east and then paused when the figure of another horse appeared in his vision. He blinked slowly before his lips spread into a devilish grin. 'Excellent,' he thought. Exactly what he was looking for. A fight? A lover? A herd member? It didn't matter. He was up for any of them.
Not bothering to try and sneak up on the stranger, he approached. "Hello," he said in greeting.
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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!
