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"] 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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Welcome to Tempered Calamity! She sounds like she has been through so much. Perhaps she can find an easier, less stressful life? If you haven't already, please do claim the name!
He's the Devil in disguise, a snake with blue eyes
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Rays of moonlight beamed down. The illumination was quite good given the fullness of the bloated moon. A stillness hung upon the atmosphere as the night bore on. Crickets chirped their nightly woes while, in the distance, toads could be heard croaking in the water banks. An owl chimed in every once in a while but one could hear the bats clicking and flapping as they went after their dinner more frequently.
Gentle footfalls slid through the blades of grass. A soft thud could be heard with every step, sometimes causing a nearby cricket to fall silent from the assault. A raven-hued figure sauntered across the earth. The stag had been wandering for quite some time now. It was a mission at the moment to find himself a place to finally call his own. With his travels, he had burned many a bridge, betrayed multiple others, and abandoned some as well.
He had set his sights upon a land whispered. One of his previous fellows had mentioned unpatrolled lands a few days trip. Azure pools scanned the nearby landscape. No interruptions. He flicked his towers idly, listening for anything outside of the sounds of small nature. When nothing came, the brute merely smirked silently amidst himself and kept his trek going forth. He had always wanted to find himself some stake to be his and his alone. Where he was king, he would rule, and nobody could question him. Call him a bit of a dominant bastard, he appreciated knowing that.
Slowly, he waltzed closer to his destination. In the distance, he saw the tree line. His muscles rippled like water as he traipsed through the foliage. Carefully placed daggers dug into the earth's top layer, leaving a steady imprint of where he had been. When he finally felt he was within a half-day distance, the sun was kissing the tops of the mountain ranges in the east. Cerulean pools studied the area and he altered his course to remain on track. Birds were now full of their morning chatter, dew drops clinging to the greenery that was freshly sprouting. It seemed winter had fed the lands as it should to produce such growth.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the mist was like soup, thick enough that if you weren't careful, you might choke. Snake snorted and flung his crown, proudly arching his boa, he picked up a regal trot as he took in the scent. Finding no signs of a current (or former) owner, the brute called out and staked his claim. The mist would provide a great cover for himself and the horses who would follow him.
Need to purchase Unnatural Eye Colour from shop for blue eyes on solid black without a hidden or minimally expressed white pattern that would cause them.
Distinguishing Markings Snip, interrupted stripe, front pasterns, left hind pastern
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Personality
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Positive Traits:
Confident
Brave
Ambitious
Unstoppable
Loyal (when it benefits him)
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Negative Traits:
Arrogant
Selfish
Hard to handle
Backstabbing
Dominating
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Quirks/Fun Facts: He has a soft spot for foals, turns into a big kid himself.
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Rattler is a rather formidable foe. He is arrogant and selfish, but still knows how to love. He tries not to show emotion at all, often coming off as stand offish and rude. He could care less what you've accomplished, if he thinks he can take you on, he's going to. He often takes what he wants when he wants it and there is no stopping him. The only thing that could stop him is Death himself. He prizes himself on his physical and emotional strength and his tenacious approach to life's challenges. He is good looking, small but powerful. He walks and talks as if he owns the world, his dominating personality never backing down, not even from one much larger than himself. He will confidently enter another stallions or mares territory - Woe betide any who try to stop him. He keeps himself very precisely groomed. His biggest downfall is his tenacity, which also happens to be his strength as well. His abundance in self-confidence can cause him to bite off more than he can chew, but that does not stop the stud from performing his best. He is a trickster at times. He will respect those, only to stab them in the back later on if he feels it will benefit him. He can be overbearing, pricey, and a terror to work with, but those who offer him high payments for his work and loyalty will never regret hiring him on. He does have a softer side when he chooses it's okay to show it.
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History
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He had a fairly normal child hood. He came from a broken home, his father shunned his mother before he was born, and he was left to live with her on the outskirts of the herd. He grew cold and distant, his mother never being there to actually teach him stuff for life. So he watched others actions, listened to them, finally getting picked off from the herd by a rival mare, who took interest in his feisty attitude, his ferocious hostility towards everything and everyone. So she put him in training, planning to use him as a soldier, but when the colt showed signs of never getting taller than 15 hands high, she took him out of training and dumped him on the side lines. He was a yearling then, now angrier than before at the world. He discovered a band of bachelors and he traveled with them, gaining their trust, earning the right to lead them across the lands. As they got older, some left, some did not. Some joined their little group. All the while the black stallion kept leading. He back stabbed a few of them, leading to their deaths, and he soon earned his nickname, Colonel Rattler. Colonel from the few years of leading, Rattler from being as deadly as a rattler. He, however, rarely gives warnings before striking. As they approached the new lands, he soon had them all dead, and with no regrets, he walked away from his past.
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OOC
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Is This Your First Character? No, I also have Hornet
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Notes I love this boy <33
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Credits All art is done by stupidzombieprod at deviantart (myself)
[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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Not good at hiding emotions via facial expressions
Never asks for help
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Quirks/Fun Facts: She is ready to claim the world as her oyster.
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Hornet is typically quiet. She doesn't trust anyone since she is sure nobody cares about her. She tries to avoid others to avoid confrontation. She is quickly turning cold and mean, not caring about anyone else around her. Otherwise, she holds intelligence, she is analytical but creative. When she does interact with others, it's usually short and quaint, she isn't a huge fan of small talk and would rather avoid it. When she is annoyed and irritated, it shows. Her face always betrays her if she is trying not to reveal how she feels. She is definitely more of a realist than a dreamer, seeing as before her dreams failed to come true. She isn't a fan of those who try to say "friends" or "companions" are really even real or beneficial. Forget about respecting authority. She has only ever known poor authority and believes all to be the same. She does have an appreciation for beauty in nature.
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History
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Hornet was born to a regular pair in a rather large herd. Her lineage carries no real significance or importance. Her sire was a soldier who was part of the lower ranking patrols, whilst her mother helped the queen and her harpies. Hornet knew her life was to be of no greatness with what she was born to. The herd they resided within had strict guidelines. Males, fertile or not, got to either help protect the (usually absent) King's assets (his entire herd), tend to the male heirs to the king, help train (meaning lose constantly) fighters and soldiers, or they got to be banished no questions asked. The mares, unless they were royal or one of the kings pleasure house inhabitants, were maids practically. They ran errands, performed tasks nobody else wanted to, fetched things and others for the higher ups. Hornet got to grow up with the common foals. Though, due to her name, she was bullied. Many colts and fillies, especially the royal or high ranking foals, would constantly called her "Horny", or "Hornbag", or just simply call her a loser. Hornet learned to shut them out, but it still bothered her. She dreamt of better days, but knew those were just simply fantasies. Her parents were never any help. All they ever did was tell her to get over herself, to ignore them, and just move on with her life. This did not help the filly, not at all, in fact, she began to distance herself from her parents, she learned from a young age that she did not have their support. With this distance, she got cold and quiet, forced to eat her own emotions and felt alone. It all came to a close when the filly decided she had had enough when the youngest heir decided to follow her all day teasing her. She attacked him. The king found out and banished her at 18 months of age.
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OOC
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Is This Your First Character? Yes
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Notes UHHH I'm not sure the code works for me, we'll see once I post x3