Personality: Paris is on the mildest side of the skinwalker spectrum: beautiful and seductive on the outside, ugly and tainted on the inside, especially since her cursing. She finds the darkness of the Kalona nature tantalizing and has made a habit of stalking them. However, her own kind - skinwalkers - are merely lowly creatures traipsing stupidly through her territory when she encounters them. She would rather smash them like bugs than flirt with them... But her point of view may change. While she is a killer, she doesn't particularly enjoy killing; blood is terribly hard to get out of her fur. As such, she kills only when she's really hungry, but when she's hungry, she gets angry, and she's likely to take it out on any unfortunate soul nearby. Paris enjoys mind games and psychological torture, but she's not smart enough to carry either out effectively - but that doesn't make it any less fun. The only thing that truly frightens her is the scope of her bloodline, which has now expanded by four generations, and almost all of them are goody-two-shoes who might want to take her out. As there are more than enough descendants to take her on, she is secretly paranoid and trying to take them out first.
History: Paris was cursed after bearing six foals to three different stallions. She abandoned all of her children - even before she was cursed, she was heartless.
Personality: Ituri is an innovative little mare, but her submissive nature comes out when it is time for her to speak her mind. Ituri has always been an advocate for conservation and the balance of nature. A tinkerer at heart, she experiments with building nests for local bird populations, creating flower gardens that are good for bees, and generally caring for the world around her. However, she is terrible at defending her position. She's far more likely to cower in fear than she is to relate her opinion.
History: Ituri grew up alone in the Kawani, enjoying the company of the creatures of the land.
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Amitola Means rainbow in a Native American language My first pony and the beginning of the seathi hoard
1. Bonaventure: Ilyrana, Pushmataha. 2. Neptune owned by Moxxiie
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Personality: Ami is a bit hare-brained, obsessed with shiny things, adoring of her family. Has not always trusted stallions. Generally fond of land soquili by principal alone.
History: Family left her in a lake to migrate to sea. Encountered George, who was her first love but who was uncomfortable with his attachment to her and left. Then heartbroken. Met Bonaventure, who wooed her, spoke of raising their kids together, and then left in the middle of the night with one child in tow. Ami has never been the same since, leaving naive romance behind and focusing on motherhood.
Story: In the beginning, Cali had all the discretion of an adolescent in love. She was enthusiastic, questing, searching desperately for a sign of the stallion she followed to the Kawani Lands. Eventually, she turned her enthusiasm to a new purpose: leading a herd.
The Vanaras were her life. She spent her days content to spend her time among them, but didn't quite think about leading until one day, the alpha wandered into the woods and never returned. She had been from the Old Lands, and the herd reasoned that perhaps she returned there. For a time, Kenton led the herd with Cali and Faye as his counsel.
One day, however, Cali's naivete arguably got the better of her. She and Faye discussed having foals to be raised for the herd... And followed through. Cali had never been a mother before, and while she did not regret her decision, she also worried that it may not have been the best choice for an essentially leaderless herd. Kenton soothed her anxiety and confessed his feelings for her, which she reciprocated.
Cali turned her life toward motherhood and the foals when they arrived. The foals quite obviously resembled Fayearan, but Kenton claimed them regardless. The parentage of Tinúviel and Enaran is the most open secret in the herd.
While Cali embraced motherhood, she was a little overbearing. Enaran, sweet, innocent, and loving, became her golden child. Tinúviel, the spitting image of her father, became the one she pushed too hard. Tension grew between the filly and her mother. Some of it still remains.
Before the foals were grown, skinwalkers entered the herd's territory. Tinúviel and Enaran, lured into the woods, did not escape unscathed, and neither did Calixte: she received heavy wounds to her chest and shoulders that never healed correctly, leaving deep scars and withered stems there where once her plants had been.
After the attack, Cali grew protective. She became the alpha of the Vanaras and led them in a migration once per year - more, if necessary. The herd remained on lockdown after the skinwalker attack: Rishy had threatened to return, after all. But for a long time, she did not. Cali's foals grew into adults. New foals, conceived under a haunted moon, arrived for her and Kenton: three daughters. They seemed to almost represent the seasons. They were odd, introverted and still, but loved one another and life just the same.
Another skinwalker came. Paris nearly ate Ithillún for a midday snack, and Tinúviel earned more scars in saving her little sister. While Bedwyr, the traveling healer, saved Tinúviel from bleeding out, he could not completely heal her: claw punctures, white like freckles, dot her back to this day. A white streak grows in her mane where Paris ripped a chunk out.
Calixte grew hard. The herd fortified itself against strangers. The skinwalker threat might have been carried out by another, but it was real. Lockdown continued. But even with their distrust of outsiders, a snake found its way into the nest: a Cerynei with ill intentions came to stay. Cali and her daughters ended up in its grasp, hobbled and helpless. They found a way to free themselves and incapacitate their captor just as Drako appeared to save them. For the first time, death was threatened aloud to an intruder, should the soquili ever return.
Time passed. The fillies grew, and Calixte realized their birth had been more traumatic than she realized: she and Kenton could not conceive. Anxiety wormed its way into her core. She did not know who she was if she could not be a mother again; she and Kenton had only had the chance to raise one batch that was truly their own. Heartbroken, Cali allowed the grief to consume her. For a time, she was lost to the herd, desperately seeking medicine and magical remedies. But before she found anything which could fix her, she returned home: word came to her that her family needed her.
And indeed, they did. Ithillún had found someone to spend her life with. Outsiders had come to join the herd in her absence. Work did not wait. She was more than a mother. She had to be, but her loss would ever haunt her.
One day, Cali bid farewell to Kenton as he went on patrol. And he has not returned since.
Unable to speak about her loss, Cali stood sentinel day and night when he did not return after the third day. She collapsed after sometime, and her daughters gathered up her pieces. While their mother watched and waited, Tinúviel took over her duties as alpha and Ithillún became mistress of ceremonies. The males of the herd took shifts as protector, refusing to completely replace the one who had vanished.
But vanish Kenton did. For two years, the herd did not migrate. The ground muddied beneath their hooves. Food grew scarce. The river ran low and silty. Finally, when a newborn strained its leg in the poor conditions, Cali realized it was time.
She had to take the herd and move on.
As soon as the foal's leg healed, Cali led the herd in a migration. They journeyed to the lands they would have usually occupied and settled there, then found a new place so the land in the place they had left could recover. For a time, life was peaceful.
Little does she know, the skinwalker threat will return.
Personality: Ilyrana is the perfect reversal of her mother's childhood - she grew up with love stronger than the cords of time from overprotective Amitola and Sunila, she has never had to worry about where her family is or whether they are still alive, and she eventually found a longing to leave home, rather than to stick to it like the barnacle glue that stuck her mother's mirror to its place on the cave wall. From the time she was placed in her shell, she had a song in her heart; it began first as an almost imperceptible vibration within her throat, and then a soft humming, then louder, at which point her mother heard her and hummed back. With encouragement, Illy has found comfort and contentment in her song, as she grounds herself with it daily. It is the one thing that she knows will remain with her, long after her color fades from age and her lovers have left her for some distant sunset. And so she feels no regret when someone is taken from her, whether by personal choice, their calling, or tragedy - she may grieve their loss, but she does not regret what she never thought to do. Largely alert and hyper, Illy does everything at speed; she tags along by her dolphin's tail and is quick enough to evade the danger of the shipwrecks she likes to explore. She's actually quite calmer than she may appear at first glance, as Illy's hyper mode is something that no one would want to witness - simply having a million things going on in her head at once, Illy sorts through them one at a time while her mouth runs a mile a minute. Though she doesn't know it yet, she greatly takes after her mother when it comes to her maternal instinct. It's strong and unadulterated; she would save foals and shells before herself in any situation.
History: Illy was born to a harebrained, extremely protective mother. She sang to comfort herself when her mother was away and when she wasn't strong enough to swim to the lake floor and back to the cave where the pair and Sunila lived. The otter was a father figure to her, her mother's best friend, and quite an old and wizened soul. Her mother hardly mentioned her father, though when Illy was old enough to understand, Ami explained the whole story of what had happened so that Illy could make her own judgment. Since, Illy's been careful to avoid seathi like her father, who she saw as a bit of a sneaky scoundrel. However, wanderlust grew in the young mare, eventually leaving the nest and drifting down the river to the sea. There she met Orlando, and she's helped him add to the shinies that he strings around his body for decoration. She learned that the fastest way for her to get around is to cling to his dorsal fin or (carefully) his tail. While out wandering, she met a stallion named Apatite, with whom she shared a mutual desire - to continue their bloodlines, though her wish was a bit more romantic than his... She's also met George, a seathi to whom Illy thought, at first, she was related, if only by his rainbowy marking upon a black base alone. He never corrected her, and later introduced himself as her mother's first love.
Mock. Jon Snow: Alysanne, Lyanna, Joramun, and Brandon Snow. Open/available.
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Story: Lynnea was born in the far north of the Kawani Lands, somewhere in the high mountains, where a patriarchal herd ruled. The fathers in each family dreamed to achieve wealth and status by one way or another. Selective arranged matings were the focus of the families, each vying for what the wealthy seemed to value. Lynnea was the daughter of one wealthy family. She was considered valuable because she was delicate and camouflaged with the spring hillside, but had her own horns with which to protect herself. Even so, Lynnea's father bought her a protector from the lower society.
Lynnea's protector was noble, quiet, intelligent. Though his coat was flashy to distract predators from her, he never sought a fight. Instead, he listened and spoke earnestly, gaining respect in Lynnea's household. As he earned her father's approval, Lynnea began to admire her protector. Before too long, they fell in love.
When Lynnea's father caught them being a little more than friendly, he was dismayed. It was an unspoken rule that fathers enforced their daughters' purity, and Lynnea's protector had crossed a line. While he didn't want to hurt his friend, Lynnea's father told them that tradition said he must die.
Unspeakably bereaved, Lynnea threw a screaming fit and fought to defend her love, but they were separated, nonetheless. Lynnea's protector vanished, and she could only assume he had been led away and killed. A hurried match was made for her, but Lynnea would not hear of it. Instead, she spoke with the other maidens her age and older. Over half of them had had protectors disappear.
Unable to stand by and watch the lower society be treated as disposable, Lynnea led a rebellion at her joining ceremony. When she reached the end of the ceremonial path which led her to her new "mate," she gored the priest with her antlers. The acclimation she was supposed to be bound to simply stood there, shocked, as all hell broke loose.
Dozens of patriarchs were massacred. Lynnea committed patricide herself. Before her father died, though, he told her that her protector had been banished - he had made him run. Instantly filled with regret, Lynnea cried over his body as the rebellion raged around her. And then, before the chaos settled, she ran.
As she descended from the mountains, Lynnea was overcome by inclement weather. She found a cave to hide in, and it was there she made her home in the months of spring and summer. She gathered berries, herbs, honey, and snowmelt, making vessels to contain them all with careful practice. It was as fall came that he arrived outside her door: Jon Snow, deeply burned, weak, and feverish.
Lynnea cared for him over the winter, and unable to keep her feelings in check, she fell in love with him. Their relationship was far from perfect, however: they argued, each passionate about their own convictions. Her love was not enough to keep him holed up in the cave, and he left when the passes were navigable.
Completely alone, Lynnea asked a bright star to bring her something to remind her of him. Only days later, she realized she was pregnant - and not just a little. He had had her so distracted, between fighting and then leaving, that she hadn't ever realized. And so Lynnea, not too long later, gave birth to two fillies strong enough to survive outside of a basket - which was good, because Lynnea soon found two baskets abandoned on the mountainside... and oddly emblazoned with Jon's and her own colors.
While Lyanna and Alysanne grew, they waited for their younger siblings to "hatch," as they thought they would. Lynnea couldn't help but be amused by them, and they all entertained each other. Soon, the little ones popped the lids off their baskets, and Joramun and Brandon joined the small family.
All four siblings reached adolescence on the mountain, but soon, food became scarce. Reluctantly, the family descended from the mountains. When they reached the foothills, Lynnea told them that now was the time for them to become adults: they would be on their own now, starting their own journey in this new land, just as she would. She told them she would, absolutely, see them again, but that they all needed time to grow up. It was up to them what they chose to do next.
And so, Lynnea freed her children to the world. She herself set off in search of springtime, and found it by tending a meadow.
One day, Lynnea met Calixte, who introduced her to the idea of the Vanaras. Since then, Lynnea has stood proudly amongst their ranks, maintaining a gentle demeanor despite her fiery internal light.
1. Destati: Sora, Liam 2. Destati: Destiny's Embrace, Way to the Dawn, Wayward Wind 3. Destati [Lifemate owned by meeee] Adopted: Delmaria Windrose [with Destati]
Personality Niall is a happy-go-lucky stallion who is obsessed with wings. His mate, with her wing markings, keeps him grounded. He can be somewhat silly, but Destati balances him out, as she has become rather mature after having six foals to raise. Niall is certainly the "fun" parent, if one was to be designated. Niall and Destati have their own family group on the beach, which their children and their friends come and go from as they please.
History Niall grew up as an awestruck singleton on the flat plains of the Kawani and never knew his parents. He spent a lot of time looking up at the sky between mouthfuls of grass, watching the birds. Eventually, he found his way to the beach, which is where he found Destati - a sweet mare with wing markings. He had dreamed of finding a mate with wings, but she was perfect - he'd never be left behind on the ground.
Delmaria Windrose First name: means "of the sea" in various Romance languages. Surname: Combination of wind and rose, given to her by Destati and Niall.
