1 - Ahtahka - This is the land of the dead. Elderly, seriously injured, and diseased horses make the journey to this island as their last one, and it is a sacred place. No living horse is allowed on the island, and if you step foot in the island, you may never leave. Occasionally, a grieving horse may approach the island without leaving the water, to pay their respects to those who have departed. They say you can hear the voices of those deceased loved ones on the ocean wind.
2 - Citlali - This is another special island. Though the vegetation is similar to Cochise, and almost as dense, it is called the island of the stars for a good reason. There is a bioluminescent organism that lives in the sand here, and at night as the tide shifts, the water and sand glow and shimmer like stars. Hoofprints on the beach have a similar glow, and foals are often mystified by the strange phenomenon. Sadly, like most of the other islands, there just aren't enough grazing grounds here to support the herd long-term.
3 - Adsila - The foaling ground has denser trees than Cochise, with thick underbrush that is perfect for mares' privacy. Despite the dense vegetation, there are some open areas, often well shaded by trees, for foals to learn to walk and run. There is plenty of grazing land here, but it isn't big enough to support the herd year round. There are no predators here, and the weather is not as rainy as Cochise.
4 - Cochise - The homeland of the herd is a large island known as Cochise. The trees here are mostly oaks, with a few scattered palms near the coastline. The weather is warm but moist, with heavy rains for a good part of the year. Predators here are few, and the horses call this place home.
5 - Atahualpa - This island is sometimes informally referred to as the island of love. There are waterfalls and fields of flowers, hidden caves, anything a lovestruck couple could dream of. Unfortunately, there won't be much roleplaying on this island, per Eve's rules.
6 - Inti - This island is sometimes referred to as the land of the sun. Whereas other islands might see some cloud cover during the day, Inti is almost always bright and sunny, with an unreal number of brightly colored flowers. The beaches are beautiful, white sand, and the trees are mostly palms. There isn't enough grass here to support the herd for long at all, so they always end up swimming back to Cochise.
Each island has ample sources of water, with brooks and springs and streams.
The herd moves from island to island, in a predictable yearly cycle. The year begins on Adsila, with foals being born. After that, and any time before that really, any and all eligible mares and stallions will travel briefly to Athualpa. What happens on Athualpa stays on Athualpa, to be brief. Most mares will be bred every year, unless they are unable to bear foals. When the foals are old enough to swim across the sometimes treacherous waters between Adsila and Cochise, the herd moves as one to their homeland. They spend several moons there before moving to the next island, Inti, the place of the sun. Almost a whole moon cycle is spent here every year, as a place for the mothers and foals to relax, a place free from predators and strife. Unfortunately, Inti isn't large enough to support them for long, so they move back to Cochise for a moon cycle. The herd may travel between Cochise, Inti, and Citlali for most of the year, and when the mares are heavy with foal, the herd travels back to Adsila. This is often the most dangerous journey of the year, and hardest on the herd mares.
For the purposes of this roleplay, there are thirteen
Astarte | Lead Mare | Six | Mentions: Cairo [ind.], Stryder
When it started to drizzle, a blustery wind blew things away. It was chilly and the sky was cloudy. The sand was very wet, and this cased Astarte to scowl. The winds were biting, more than before, the drizzle became a temptest. The sea was rough and stormy, it's rough waves lapping agrily upon the beach. The wind was so strong that a mighty palm tree was nearly uprooted. The smell of wet soil was putrid,to the mare's nostrils as they flared. It temperature had fallen quickly, and the soaked mare felt chilled to the bone, but their was something about the thrill of running in a thunderstorm that attracted her.
As her hooves pounded against the wet sand she looked towards the sky where a display was being held. The quick bursts of the white lightning danced upon the skys, and the almost sorrowful sound of the howling wind filled the mare's ears. Ah, how she loved a good storm, and she trotted her way to the sea. She made her way to the waters and stood in them letting the harsh waves splash against her body.
"This little one is a temptess, a large storm hitting our island. One day you'll be able to see it's magesty. " she murmured sofly as she moved away from the water
The mare made her way into the dense forest they resided in, and she found a hollowed out tree full of fresh rain water, and she took a drink. The water was crisp and refreshing, and flicking her audits she was wary of sounds, and she quickly made her way to the herd. She was pregnate by Stryder, the lead stallion, and she wondered where her handsome beau was.
"Stryder?" she called, and she found her mate and gave a teasing smile, " How did you sleep last night?"
She then took a small playful nibble at his silver mane that she loved so much. Keeping her eye on the herd she spotted her son, and wondered if he was frightened by the storm as it seem Soudeh seemed indifferent about it. The dappled mare tossed her wet mane flicking some water droplets on her mate, and craning her neck down took light nibbles from the dwey viridescent vegitation below her hooves, and then looked at Niabi worried a bit.
" Do you think we should swim to Inti early this year? Or stay here just a bit longer? I think the foals would love the bioluminescent sand " Astarte questioned.
Edited at August 20, 2020 04:21 PM by Horse Around A Latte
Buckwheat woke, feeling the drizzle. She huffed. She didnt mind it, but she didnt like it at the same time.
She wanted to see Harlow, but he was off grazing near some other stallions.
Of course he was. He didnt need to be with Buckwheat at the time. Buckwheat would be fine, no exploring or wandering off at the moment for her.
At least, not yet. She looked around, looking for Astarte. She wanted to talk with her, as she trusted her and liked her.
Harlow | 4 | Herd Stallions | M: Open
Harlow woke up in the drizzle. He didnt mind it, so he went to grazing. He knew Buckwheat would wake, so he grazed by some of the other stallions. He knew she would probably talk to Astarte when she could, so he didnt take notice in Buckwheat grazing lightly.
Harlow was minding his own business when Buckwheat tumbled over because she tripped, and he lifted his head, chuckling genty. He went back to grazing, his mind exploding with thoughts just floating around, but that often happened. The buckskin stallion kept grazing.
Niabi | 3 years | Herd Mare | Mentions: Aureli (Indirectly)
She was tired. She'd just opened her eyes, and she was already exhausted. As she carefully picked herself up from her chosen sleeping place, her bones ached, and she grumbled softly under her breath as she shook the rainwater from her boldly patterned fur. Again, with the rain... The endless rain... She hated it, she hated it all.
Of course, she only hated it because she hated mornings, and it seemed that the rest of the herd was already up and moving considering she'd woken up alone. Stretching stiffly, she made her way towards where the rest of the herd was grazing, her ears pinned back as she scanned the group for Aureli. A faint frown settled on the young mare's face, and she tried to scratch at an itch on the back of her foreleg.
Rather comically, she almost fell over, still not quite accustomed to the changes in her balance brought about by pregnancy. She was starting to get quite round, and occasionally she could even feel the foal kicking. That always brightened her day, yet at the same time it filled her with anxiety. What in the world was she doing?
Sighing defeatedly as she decided that she wouldn't find Aureli, she wandered a few paces away from the bulk of the herd, lazily nibbling on the wet grass. Her tail twitched every now and then, swatting at raindrops that tickled her sides.
Broken sighed as she wandered the edges of the island, a small smile brought to her face by the storm as she tossed her head happily in the falling rain, her mane and tail blowing in its accompanied wind. She had grown quite bored recently, so she traveled to the island a few days before the herd, maybe it wasn't her business, but she kepts tabs on the herds whereabouts, and most of its members, as well as their travel schedule, maybe it was a thirst for knowledge, or simple survival instict.
Most the time though, Broken spent her time on the beach, in the darker parts of the forest, and keeping an eye on the herd. She loved her solitude, but is often lacked a chance for trouble. She moved off of the beach to the inner edges of the forest, using the storm to hide herself and wander a bit further than she normally would. She was a decent distance from the herd, so not much could be seen of her, just the occasional flash of her piercing yet dark and rather intimidating gray eyes, and if one focused on the far trees for a long while, the fague outline of her muscled but lean shape.
Stryder || 6 || Lead Stallion || Male || M : Herd (ind), Astarte, Cairo (ind), Broken (ind)
Stryder's dark eyes fixated upon the waves as rain attacked him. His mane and tail were soon plastered to his neck and legs, respectively, sending rivulets of water running down him into the earth. An ear swiveled to listen behind him as his mate's familiar hoofsteps grew louder, and he turned to face the dappled beauty with a soft expression.
"I slept quite well, thank you," he responded in a mockingly formal tone. Pushing his face against her neck, he added, "Cairo was out bouncing in puddles till dawn."
Stryder turned his dark frame in the direction of the obviously exhausted colt, who was still running through the pools, though much more slowly and with an obvious lack of the energy that only foals seemed to possess. Taking a breath, the stallion mused, "He's probably doing more tripping than running at this point."
As Astarte mentioned leaving early, Stryder said slowly, "I think that will depend on the weather. Inti is much smaller, so it'll be less protected from the storms. This one seems to still be gathering its strength. If storms of this nature keep popping up, it might be best to stay a little longer. The storms would wash away smaller or weaker horses before we could even reach the shores."
His brow furrowed as he contemplated the action, overthinking as always. He turned his gaze to the edge of the oak forest, catching a short glimpse of Broken. He'd never really interacted with the lone mare, as she kept mainly to herself, but she wasn't a threat. Closer to him were Niabi, Harlow, and Buckwheat. Soudeh was attacking the rain.
"I think Buckwheat might be looking for you," Stryder said, glancing back to the flaxen juvenile.