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[canine]

Name Arcadia
Age 3 years
Gender Mare
Breed Thoroughbred x Paint
Color White
Markings Pale gold patches
Mane Cream
Eyes Baby Blue
Height 14.2hh
Alliance
Disorders None

PERSONALITY

Arcadia is neutral in every sense of the word. Alliance has never mattered to her and will never matter. Whether you're a ghastly dark or a prince charming of the lights - she doesn't care. She befriends and follows who she wants simply for the fact that she likes them. Being a soft spoke girl, however, often leaves her with a lack of friends. She prefers family to her peers, wanting nothing more then a close-knit group. Meeting new equines often leaves her stressed and anxious. In the past few months she has gotten better at keeping her anxieties at bay. Because she's constantly in new surroundings she tends to open up far quicker then she would have in the past. Lastly, Arcadia tends to be a little dense from time to time. Subtle hints are not taken well with her. Most of the time she remains happily oblivious unless she really thinks about it. On occasion things do click in place quickly – mostly if they don't involve her however.

HISTORY

Her mother was young when she became pregnant with Arcadia. The product of a young romance she grew up with both a mother and father present. Content within their small herd, she was the only foal born that year. Much of her time was spent close to her parents as they doted upon her. It wasn't until her second year that things began to turn around. When she was two a stallion challenged her grandfather for the herd. It was a bitter loss and sweet Arcadia was one of the few mares chosen to stay. Her mother, her father and the rest of the stallions were left behind – no longer welcome. Every attempt to escaped was thwarted quickly and it became quite obvious that this new lead stallion was keeping a close eye upon her. Growing more and more uncomfortable with every passing day, Arcadia held off any more attempts to escape for some time. It wasn't until early winter that she finally managed to sneak away. With a renowned sense of freedom she wandered off onto her own – content to forge her own way through life.

[canine]

Name Kable
Age 4 years
Gender Stallion
Breed Friesian(dominant) x Clydesdale
Color Black
Markings None
Mane Black
Eyes Light Brown
Height 16.3hh
Alliance Light
Disorders None
Foals None known

PERSONALITY

blunt . selfish . quiet . temperamental

HISTORY

Before Tuathia
Kable was born to a nomadic herd of horses that lived within the mountain regions. His herd continuously moved through the chain of mountains, following the seasons. He and his half-brother were both born that year. Instantly both foals found a connection with one another, preferring to stay within the others company. They were almost inseparable. As their first year came and went the two remained as such. However it was during their second year that Kable began to take on a much more violent personality. He easily lashed out at those around him and had a near insatiable blood-lust. He began to loath his herd and their alliance as a whole. Everything about their way of life was unappealing to him. Refusing to even call himself a member of their herd he began to stray more and more from them. It was his half-brother that continuously brought him back to his senses. He would often snap back at him and retort that he had a washed up romanticized version of a barbaric life.

His herd was on the brink of a shaky peace treaty with the neighbouring enemy lord. It was close to his third year that Kable made the biggest mistake of his life. After a fight with his parents he stormed off quite a distance from the herd. Unknowingly he sauntered right into enemy territory. The Lord of the land was fast to approach him, quickly learning of Kable's clear distaste towards his herd. Fast to jump on the opportunity to recruit another young, able body the enemy Lord offered Kable a place within his herd. Enthused by the chance he quickly agreed and spent the next few weeks learning a different way of life. Violence was common and he found himself often having to spar for basic rights. It was difficult but he gradually came to love it. By his third week within the herd he was completely accustom to the way of life. It was only a few days later though that his half-brother stumbled upon the herd. Desperate to bring him back, he was almost horrified when the herd Lord took his sibling captive.

All but pleading for his brothers release he was quickly shot down. Fast to blame himself he began to do what he could to find a way to free his sibling. By this time it was too late, though. When he finally managed to win freedom his brother was already beaten and abused. A shaking mess of tattered wounds, bruises and broken bones. His final moments were left whispering promises to Kable. Promises he would gladly keep.

Turning to a quiet exile he left.

Putting the mountains and both herds behind him Kable spent the next year of his life guilt ridden. Slowly the guilt left and he found himself keeping those promises he made. He would never forsake a peaceful way of life and he would live for both himself and his late sibling.

In Tuathia
- arrived

[canine]

Name Dr. Acula
Alias Dracula
Age 5 years
Gender Stallion
Breed Thoroughbred x Mutt(Friesian x Paint)
Color Black
Markings White splashes
Mane Pepper dashed with salt
Eyes Fallow
Height 16.2hh
Alliance Dark
Disorders None
Foals Jekyll(unborn.xChroi)

PERSONALITY

selfish . charming . blunt . arrogant . deceitful

HISTORY

Before Tuathia
Created.

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