New Life || BLAZEMOUNTS, [open]

Ka'rta should have told her bonded sooner that she had birthed foals, should have told her bond that she might had adopted a few orphaned foals in the days after, and heck she should have also told Tracyn about what the foals where planning. There where a lot of things that the frost should have told her bond about, but it was all now too late to give the mandalorian woman any kind of fore warning about what was going to happen in the vicinity of her home. A low nicker escaped the frost as she patrolled the outskirts of the area that had been chosen for the bonding of the young foals, traditionally a paddock was the location that was used for times such as this - but she'd not warned Tracyn and thus no paddock had been built. Instead the young foals where meandering casually in the center of a small woodland clearing that had developed a little over 600 yards away from the mandalorian's home.

The cause of the clearing was obvious, the large rotten out trunks of a few old trees where laid out of the forest floor. New life in the form of ferns was already climbing over the remains of the dead trees, and a couple of her children where grazing upon the tender foliage with greedy abandon. She too felt the hankering for such treats, but she couldn't indulge herself just yet as there was lots to do and little time to do it in. Already she could hear the rhythmic sounds of George's drums drifting eerily through the jungle that surrounded them, the trees distorting the sounds enough to put Ka'rta on edge as the drums muffled out the native sounds of the forest around her.

Blazemount bonding in the jungle
Bring food and items of worth

It wasn't much, but Ka'rta was sure that the more experienced of the weyrd's inhabitants would know what was required of them. She might decide to tell newer people what was going on, but only after she had sampled some of their food. A playful glint found it's way into her eyes at the thought of slyly nicking some of the food from unsuspecting people, and she couldn't help but chuckle to herself softly so that her children couldn't hear. As far as the youngsters where concerned she was a controlling mother that didn't want them to misbehave, and if they where to see her indulging in some mischief then there would be some retaliation. At sound point she would sure the foals would indeed behave as all foals did and have fun, but she was not in the mood for chaos when she was trying to keep them in control long enough to send them off to a loving home.

The first person upon the scene was a person she both expected and dreaded to see, for Tracyn had decided to find out what was going on so near to her home, and looked rather surprised to see Ka'rta in the clearing. Sure the mandalorian had noticed that the frost had been behaving rather oddly, but she had never guessed that the female was pregnant! Heck Ka'rta hadn't even mentioned that she was expecting foals, let alone ask for help, and that upset Tracyn a little bit as she thought that her shinies had all come to trust her since their bondings. Even Bhaal as hateful as he was had brought his children to the bastion to get her help to bond them off, and the annoying Seedmorph had been prattling on about it ever since.

"Ka'rta, you could have said something" Tracyn commented, her eyes drifting over the herd of foals as she tried to determine which of them where Ka'rta's children. She turned back a moment later to see Ka'rta moving in a rather guilty manner, and it made Tracyn feel a little sorry for the frost in that moment. Together they stood at the outskirts of the small clearing, shifting in the wind as they waited for the first attendees to arrive at the bonding.

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De Rules

• Please read the Blazemount database entry
• If you miss 3 rounds then you will not bond
• One post between each of mine please
• Shinies are allowed if they are small, nothing over the size of a Toku. The blazemounts will not bond to your shinies however.
• Have Fun!

The Participants (7)
Geoffrey A-13*, Apricot'', Khryssie'', Enke'', Gatsby, Zaerias*, Lyubitshka*, Mute*
* = posted
' = Missed a Round

Evicted from the auction

Next Post
Fri Aug 21st

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The Proud Parents
Ka'rta the Serene Snowfall Frost
[NPC father]

The Foals (8)

2 Tide
4 Aether
2 Glade

The spirit of the ocean Tide
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He's a well built Tide, and is on the bigger side in height when compared to the rest of the males in his rank. The main shade of his coat is a light blue that fades to a darker hue on his back and the lower halves of his legs, and with a circle of similar hue wrapped around both his eyes in a way that makes him look as if he is wearing a mask. Stripes of various shades of blue ripple over various parts of his body, with darker stripes evident upon his back and lower legs, and lighter stripes upon his hind quarters and upper legs. This coloring makes it look just like the ripples that are formed upon sand once the ocean tide has retreated to it's lowest level. As handsome as he is it's hard to look away from him, especially once he fixes his intense green eyes in your direction and smirks at you in his equine way. As for the flames of his mane they are an intense white, and have a frothy nature to them that reminds one of the froth that is seen upon the crest of a wave as it comes crashing down onto the beach.

It's hard to get to the bottom of what exactly this blazemount is like, for he constantly seems to be wearing a mask over his true personality. When you meet him for the first time you would take him to be a pleasant male, one that gets along with everyone that he knows, and goes out of his way to be welcoming to anyone that he doesn't know. But over time you may find that your first impression of him is very much at odds with his real personality, for this tide is somewhat of a bully - and a sly one at that. He's the kind of bully that will stick his leg out slightly and trip people up, all the while looking to one side with an innocent look on his face and a mock look of surprise on his face at the idea that he just tripped you. He's much like the ocean in the way that he'll pick on you when you least expect it, and when he does his actions will range from the innocent to the painful. Then once it's over he'll deny that he did anything at all, and how dare you blame your clumsiness on an innocent blazemount such as he!!

The spirit of the rivers Tide
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This fellow is quite the interesting tide to look at, especially as he's so different from his tide spirit 'brother'. The coat of this averagely size male is covered in two shades of blue, and it's hard to say if it's dark blue on light or light blue on dark! The shades of blue are spread across his hide in such a fashion that most people would say that it's light blue on dark. Darker shades of blue cover the upper part of his body and the hair around his hooves. While lighter shades cover the lower half of his body in various sized splodges of color, the largest of which covers the left hand side of his face. Much like his brother his flames are a stark white, though the flames that make up his mane are much shorter then those of his siblings, and look a little like the Mohawks that humans wore a couple of eras ago.

He's a creep - no two ways about it. If you could put a heavy breathing pervert into the body of a blazemount then it would be this guy! He may not be overweight, but with the way that he breathes then he might as well be! Each breath seems to wheeze in his throat, and the creep factor you get from him only increases when you notice that he's watching you from the corner of his eyes. This tide seems to enjoy watching people, from young children all the way up to adult women, and he'll do anything to make sure that he can watch you. His favorite way to creep on people is to hang out in the town square, hide behind the biggest shrub he can find, and watch people from between the branches with a slight smile upon his lips. It should come as no surprise to his bond when people come over to complain - because it's plainly obvious that this shady individual is the most obnoxious stalker in the history of stalking!

The spirit of the moon Aether
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This Aether is small and lithe, even fragile looking in comparison to her sisters. Her body is covered with hair that is colored a very pale purple shade, a pale shade that has some undertones of darker purple. Some of these undertones are so dark that they pepper her torso in medium sized circles that get smaller toward the upper halves of her legs, the spaces between these circles are inconsistent, and it looks as if her body is covered with impact craters of dark purple. The beautiful hue of her hide is complemented by the pale green color of her flames, the color of which darkens out toward the tips of the flames. As pale as she is it is no wonder that people call her the spirit of the moon, for she does indeed have many qualities that are consistent with the celestial entity that she is so connected to.

Of all the words that could describe this Aether there is one that seems to suit her best - shy. She's a very shy female, and turns her head in a equine blush in the presence of strangers and family alike. She'll even be shy around her bonded, her quiet behavior being more endearing then concerning as despite her shyness she is a very loving Blazemount. She enjoys spending most of her time with her bond, nuzzling up against them and begging for sugary treats by batting her large silver eyes at her bond. As the spirit of the moon this Aether is always more active at nights, and so her bond may find themselves being woken up in the middle of the night by this gentle female wanting some nighttime company and hugs.

The spirit of the plains Aether
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The spirit of the air Aether
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The spirit of the caves Aether
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She's darker then her two sisters, a fitting thing when you take into account that she is the spirit of caves. The base color of her coat is a dark shade of purple with slight dustings of gray here and there that make the color of her coat look a lot darker then it actually is. Over the top of this base coat are a set of very deep purple markings that look almost black, these markings spread over her torso in a mix of thin and thick stripes. The markings are almost like those of a zebra, barring the fact that the stripes are only evident upon her torso. The only other markings upon her body are thick bands that cover all four of her knee joints, like her stripes these markings are a shade of dark purple. As for her flames they start out as a light blue hue and fades to light green toward the tips of her flames. The flames of her mane are much shorter then that of her tail, making it look as if she has had a hair cut at some point in time.

She is a bitch with a capital B - and she certainly wants you to know it! High strung and with a fiery temper there is nothing about her that seems nice, and she doesn't want to be nice either! She's mean, tough, and doesn't care what you like - just as long as she gets her own way! She also doesn't really care if people don't like her because of her personality, as to her those people are clearly village simpletons and don't understand that they should be honored that she noticed them at all! This Aether is also marked with a distinct lack of patience, she doesn't see why she should have to wait for anything! People should move out of her way or she'll stomp on their bodies just to get to where she needs to be - and baby, you don't want to be stomped by her hooves so it's best to just get your hiney out of her way!

The spirit of the forests Glade
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The spirit of the glen Glade
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A rather shade of pleasant green covers his hide, ranging from a pale green upon his torso and fading to a darker shade on his head and lower legs. The few markings that he has are a shade of leaf green, and take the shape of a few thin stripes that trail vertically over his stomach and hind quarters. He's a pretty little thing, and will not grow to be much bigger then he already is. As small as he is this glade will be much stronger then he looks, and will be able to perform any tasks that his bonded may have for him. The flames of his mane and tail start out with a pure white shade and take on a more yellow hue toward the ends of his flames, which perfectly complements his pale colored coat.

-- To Come --

Blazemount in the jungle? Okay, he could handle that. Geoffrey hadn't actually been to a proper Blazemount bonding — at least, he didn't count the chaos T'Rae had overseen with a bunch of garishly bright paint and ponies a proper bonding. It hadn't even been announced as such. Presumably it was something low-key at all of wanted was food and items, although he wasn't sure what they consider worthy. Neither Vanilla Ice or Pinkie had been obtained through ordinary means. Nor could he simply ask them.

Lucky for him, many of his other specimens who could talk for more than happy to volunteer opinions. In this case, the opinion came from the golden-brown Risen looked around Geoffrey's torso like a very awkward, kinked belt. Bring a collection? Not like Egaeus. Bells looked sad or confused by his rank mate, it was hard to tell which, unsure of what to think of the obsessive Egaeus. Lots of things, then something must be right worth? Bells will help you pick things, he volunteered.

Without a better plan in mind, Geoffrey excepted, meaning he pulled on his shoes while the Asid scurried about collecting things into Geoffrey's bag, along with treats that seemed appropriate, assuming these Blazemount ate the same thing his Wind and Tide did. Once they're ready, the pair set out, falling what was over the years a now familiar path through the jungle, having borrowed Articuno's speed for once to send the Blue Phoenix ahead to scout out where exactly they were going.

Oh, Tracyn. Automatically, Geoffrey glanced around suspiciously. No offense, but last time he had been around her things had gotten quite eerie with those Fisi. Not that he didn't think Kaldaunen was fantastic, because mental Damu was clearly the best Damu, but he could do without the abandoned blood-dripped buildings and the ghostly apparitions. It seemed safe enough though out in the open with a bunch of ponies.

Going to say hi? Bells inquired obliviously, dropping to the grass and peering up at Geoffrey. "...Nope." Oh. He wonders why not? Bells muttered to himself, blinking at the Blazemount foals and snapping his tongue at the air. Huh.

AWKWARD SILENCE ACTIVATE.

"Rizerin" she said slightly breathless "It's a forest."

The Kal'daka flicked an ear at her in some semblance of interest. Xas, lorugen. Yugho. Apricot couldn't even bring herself to annoyed at his sarcastic reply as she stared in awe at the sprawl of trees and undergrowth before her. "A forest Rizerin! If these trees can grow here than my tree should be fine!" she cooed. The Kyorli's paused in the middle of a jaw breaking yawn to gape at her. Xunus dos fridj coo? She looked away from the forest momentarily to glare at him. "I did not coo, I merely... emphasized what an important find this is." she informed him primly as she stubbornly ignored his halfhearted snort. When a full ten seconds had passed without Apricot moving from her stupor the Kal'daka flopped into a languid sprawl and closed his eyes, tucking his snout under one of his for-legs.

"Rizerin. Rizerin! Get up!"

The sleep deprived Kyorli opened up one eye to peer and at Apricot. He growled at her bearing his teeth as pink began to swirl slightly within his one open eye. Apricot froze at the sight and Rizerin closed his eye once more letting out a small huffed breath in relief. The creaking sound of the wagon moving echoed in his ears a moment later. He let out a large sigh and got to his legs unsteadily. Dos xal dormagyn jal dosst v'dri whol erthe jhal Usstan ssrig'luin fol nin!

Apricot sighed at him and pointed at the edge of the forest. "Let's just go in as far as we can and then you can stay with this stupid wagon and my tree and I can explore." she said. The Kyorli glared at her, his dark eyed regaining the slight hint of pink before he trotted past her to the nearest tree and sat down in it's shade. Usstan alu nau felah. Apricot titled her head in consideration before she nodded her acceptance pulling the wagon up beside him before moving past him into the forest by her self.

Several minutes later Apricot was deep within the forest with a small genuine smile on her lips. Every once in awhile she would reach out to run a finger along the stem of a fern or to press her palm firmly again the bark of a tree. Her toes happily dug into the moss and the grass and her dark green hair tangled in the bushes. She spent quite a bit of time simply wandering from plant to plant until she came across a small trickling creek. She giggled when she heard it before she realized just what kind of sound had been escaping from her lips. She glanced around quickly to make sure no one was around to hear it. Relaxing totally when she saw no one she dipped both feet into the muddy bank of the small tickle of water that flowed through the forest. Closing her eyes she stilled before slowly letting her magic loosen and flow from the rigid control she'd had over it.

Long moments passed before slowly Apricot turned, a furrow appearing between her eyebrows as she frowned. Something was happening a little ways off. The trees and plants were actually paying attention to something that didn't quite mesh with normal forest thoughts. Blinking she opened her eyes before patting the nearest tree. "Thank you, I needed that and I think that whatever it is you find so interesting is worth taking a look at." she whispered to the rustling leaves before setting off.

Her eyes widened when she came upon the clearing. She'd seen many strange creatures since she'd arrived here and she'd admit grudgingly that she hadn't really been paying attention to much of went on around her but... She was still pretty sure that horses weren't suppose to be on fire. However fine the horses themselves seemed to be with the fact. She lingered in the shadows of the trees staring into the clearing and feeling rather frustratingly, confused.

((My Desires, Need, 672))

It really hadn’t been Khrys’ intention to attend a bonding. In fact, she had planned on getting back to work after her unexpected trip down into town. One of the buckles had broken on the harness she had been using to hitch Hadara and Harlow to the plow, and it was just Khrys’ luck that she was out of spares. Neither mare was bothered at being turned out to graze and relax for the afternoon, but the Pernese woman was mildly irritated she had lost a few hours of perfectly decent work time.

But the scent of new leather did something to warm her insides, a small smile on her face and a slight lilt to her step as Khrys made her slow way home in a new pair of boots. She’d picked up a couple other odds and ends too, and enough spare buckles for the harness to hopefully last a lifetime- and surprisingly, her pockets weren’t entirely devoid of coin! A few merry pieces of silver and gold clink-clinked together as she walked, bouncing around happily where they were safe from being spent.

Well... maybe not so much. The drums started up with a clear and precise message, one which was hard for Khrys to ignore when she was already pretty much at the bonding site. Just off the trail, through a short length of trees and brush, Khrys could see the Blazemount foals and their mother, along with a few people all but one she recognized.

How could she say no? Hadara and Harlow certainly wouldn’t mind a little paddock-mate; and Khrys couldn’t imagine that her other four Blazemounts would object either. Bonnie and Clyde were more or less content enough with eachother to be accepting of everyone else, and Loial was always up for making friends; the little Tide was perpetually energetic and eager. Boudicca might be the only one who would pose a problem. The Aether was strong-willed and hard, and not always quick to warm up to a new addition...

But still, Khryssie couldn’t find ample enough reason to keep walking. So she pushed her way through the underbrush, new boots effectively cutting a path through ferns and moss and whatever else was down there. She popped into the clearing right by Geoffrey; the shopping bags quickly dropped to the forest floor with a muffled *thud!*, and Khrys’ hand snaked out to poke the cyborg in the arm. “Cat got your tongue or somethin’?”

Glancing around, Khrys noted Tracyn (and given her proximity to that Frost, she had to assume they were a pair thus Tracyn was the host) and that unfamiliar person over there... but both got a finger-waggle by way of greeting anyway.

Enke had just been swimming. As a matter of fact, he'd been getting acquainted with his newest bond. The Silui was not at all bothered by having a small portion of the sea all to himself--in fact, he rather enjoyed the solitude. None of Enke's land-dwelling Shinies had expressed much interest in venturing into the Ialroa's territory, so the man had some measure of peace as he paddled out to meet the reticent young lord.

He rather enjoyed the water, he'd reflected as he angled toward the distant Silui. Morofluct had not been willing to come close to shore, but that didn't bother Enke. The water liked him these days, perhaps more than it had in his past life. He tugged at the waves, augmenting his physical workout with mental flexes.

By the time he reached Morofluct, he was thoroughly warn out. The Waffle was still cautious--Enke could feel that quite clearly, even read it in the creature's golden eyes. He was a steady, easy companion, like Jory, but unlike the Blazemount, this one would go his own way at any moment. He certainly wouldn't be clingy like Pluve or jeering and jibing like Acerlex.

They splashed tentatively around one another for a bit, with Morofluct emitting occasional barks and yips. When Enke paused to catch his breath, the Silui's head snaked out, catching his bond's crown and pushing his head beneath the surf. Indignant bubbles streamed upward--this wasn't war anymore!--but it was hard to prevail against a 10-foot-long aquatic beast when one was only a mortal all wrapped up in chains.

The exotic, pleasant music of Morofluct's underwater voice calmed him. He locked onto golden eyes and relaxed, listening to the altogether-unexpected lilt. Only the urgent pressure in his lungs broke the spell, and Enke flailed about a bit, mildly panicking until the Ialroa's steady limb swept underneath him and propelled him upward.

By the time he had sucked in a lungful of air, the Silui was already growing restless. He fixed his bond with a stare, sent farewell waves laced with mild affection, and turned away, slicing through the waves toward deeper waters with enviable ease. Enke shook his head, and he, too, returned to his own devices.

Jory and Pluve were waiting for him on the shore when the bedraggled Free Magic man emerged from the surf. Once the Omega had gotten over the Glade's newness, he had formed a fast attachment to the easygoing Blazemount. Now, whenever Enke was not around, Pluve attached himself to Jory. The equine didn't seem the least bothered by the Toku's shadowing, and indeed, he had taken up the task of protecting the underdog from Procellor's needling.

Jory nudged impatiently at his hand, not even allowing him enough time to shake himself dry. He did at least run a hand through his sopping hair as he dutifully patted the Glade's neck. "What is it then, my friend?" he inquired of the uncharacteristically persistent Shiny.

Naturally, it was Pluve who answered. There's to be...a bonding, stammered the Omega. He always got flustered at the idea of new additions to the family. His tails quivered, and he dipped his head to look at the ground. Jory is adamant that you go.

"I can see that," Enke remarked, shifting his bare sand-covered feet. "But why is that?" The Blazemount rarely got insistent about anything other than making sure his bonded and the others were content.

Blazemounts, was Pluve's reply. The drums said to bring food and items of worth.

"Well, food I have no shortage of, and I'm sure Jory won't mind sacrificing a few of his treats." The Blazemount snorted, sunny flames licking upward as if in assent. "But I have very little of value."

He had taken to making useful rudimentary things--packs and moccasins and things he found himself in need of that his clumsy hands could fashion. He certainly wasn't about to bring his flower--one of the horse-creatures might eat it! But perhaps his little homemade oddments would do.

And that was how Enke found himself still sopping wait and strolling through the jungle rather than lounging in his tree. Pluve trotted at his heels. Apparently the excited Blazemount didn't trust him to find his way alone, so he sent his shaking sidekick.

He nearly blundered straight into Apricot. He didn't see her in the shadows, and only Pluve's quick warning saved him from that misstep. "Ah!" he said, stopping short. He was still dripping; water ran in rivulets down his chains and plopped onto his bare shoulders from his hair. "You are...Apricot, yes?" He hoped that was her name, at any rate. "The one who doesn't swim." He glanced past her at the Blazemount foals and the small assembly. (Ugh, that dratted Metal Man!) "If you're here for them, you should probably go where they can see you." How bluntly wise. Ever helpful, Mr. Chaingang at your service.

((He Said/She Said - Stammered; 824))

Gatsby was having a fine morning nestled at the desk in his library, working on remodeling plans and generally not doing anything at all that involved Blazemounts. Nothing about the drums’ message peaked any interest in the werewolf. He already had a pair of the fiery equines and even more of the winged variety. Why did he need another, especially if it wasn’t bred for the racetrack (might as well be useful, you know)?

Why, well, Smaug would tell the werewolf why. Gatsby wasn’t going to be afforded alone time for very much longer. The mutant Firestorm stormed into the library with tiny roars and angry demands, Why are you sitting around? I demand you get me a beast of burden. I missed out on perfectly good pack animals while you were off... Wherever it was. You will not fail me again, he huffed and he puffed, all filled with teensy rage. He might’ve been magnificent and powerful, yeah, but he still had tiny claws. And tiny claws weren’t exactly useful for carrying hoarded treasure around.

This all went on for quite some time; the stubborn werewolf wasn’t going to give in to a pesky Firelizard so easily. But somehow, the nasty critter had done something to convince him. Why else would he have been making his way through the jungle? I mean, it was all around his house. He had to go through the jungle if he wanted to get anywhere. But, not this part of the jungle. And especially not with a grumpy Firestorm clinging to his shoulder.

He broke through the clearing near the same place Khryssie did, coming up behind her and Geoffrey. Gatsby didn’t say anything, though. Not yet. He’d rather not get his limbs cut off, thanks. Yeah, he saw Khryssie reach out to poke the cyborg. That wasn’t going to end well. Smaug seemed content to lurk for now as well, looking around at Tracyn with the mother of the foals and the other attendees. Pfft, he was so going to get the pick of the ponies if that was his competition.

Tracyn watched as the first few attendees arrived at the clearing, a smile on her face as she nodded to each of them. It was always nice to see people attending bondings, making friends, and of course having fun depending on how enjoyable the situation was. She smiled in as friendly a fashion as possibly as Geoffrey arrived, tilted her head to Khyrssie, smiled at Enke, and tried not to scowl at Gatsby.

The mandalorian had promised to try and be welcoming to the people attending her bondings - but that was always an endevour that proved to be easier said then done in the case of certain people.Brushing herself down she glanced over toward the foals, and took note that most of them had stopped eating to look over at the newly arrived whazzitians. They where clearly interested in what was going on, and Tracyn took note as
The spirit of the forests Glade moved over toward the edge of the clearing. It seemed that she even had a hidden guest somewhere in that area as the glade had been happy to eat at a patch of grass up to that point.

Petting Ka'rta the young woman slipped forward toward the group of people, shaking out her fur as she moved to take a spot one top of one of the fallen trees. Tracyn had heard how blazemount bondings normally went, there was either auctioning them or letting them choose - which she was sure that the foals would do either way. As a woman that always enjoyed the finer things in life the first of the two options instantly appealed to her, and she grinned as she motioned toward Ka'rta to bring forward the first foal of the group. The frost didn't move at first, her eyes watching the group of prospective bonds to be sure they meant no harm to her children. Then once she was sure that all was well Ka'rta moved toward one of her Aether children and ushered her gently toward the spot where Tracyn stood.

The spirit of the moon Aether was a beautiful foal. Her pale purple hide peppered with medium sized spots of darker purple in such a way that her body almost looked like the meteor scarred surface of the moon that orbited whazzit. Pale gray eyes surveyed the people present in a nervous fashion, she didn't seem at all eager to be the first one picked to be 'auctioned'. Tracyn didn't seem to notice it, or if she did then she was not concerned by the foals behavior as she had other things going on at the moment - like getting the bonding moving because she wasn't going to stand around not doing anything for any longer.

"Welcome everyone, I would like to welcome you to Ka'rta's first official bonding. The first foal that will be auctioned off will be an Aether, as you can see she's rather shy and is quite a beauty. Please place your offers for this wonderful addition to your homes!"

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Auction Notes

• You may offer up as many items as you wish, you may even try to 'outbid' other participants in the bonding
• The foals and Tracyn will consider the items that have been offered, and will determine what one is the winning bid
• You may not end up bonding to the foal that you ended up winning

Have you ever heard a grown man muffle a squeak? Now you have!

Geoffrey jumped and jerked to the side, twisting to fix Khryssie with a glare for sneaking up on him. Sure he heard her drop the day, that didn't mean he should be expecting to meet poke him about saying something to prepare him. "Is that okay?" the caught unwares cyborg demanded gruffly to cover up the ignoble noise. Beside them Bells voiced his amusement in a quiet, hollow chuckle. He told you to say hi, he stated softly, clearly reserved about making any kind of tease towards Geoffrey. He was very attached to the man, after all, he didn't want to make him mad.

Of course, with his positions which around now, Geoffrey had a clear look of Gatsby, and suddenly snapped his mouth shut to their murder at him, too. How long had you been there? Say nothing. You just say nothing about him getting spooked. Hmphgrmbl. People.

Think the devil that Tracyn chose Len to get the ball rolling. For change, Geoffrey was happy to have awkward time over with. He was also quick to realize what they meant now by bring items of worst. I, this again, he was used to this. Except, well, he wasn't so sure he had things to interest Tracyn as easily as he did say for states eccentric griffins. Or even Grimm for that matter. At least he could appeal to enmity and soldiering with Grimm. He wasn't sure he had anything in common to share with Tracyn?

No, wait. Yes he did. Something he always carried with him, too. And of course, there was no question about bidding on the young foal. Geoffrey would happily bid on all of them. Can't win if you don't try, right?

"Half dozen set of battery tools for the maintenance of robotics." No, not for Tracyn herself, he wasn't stupid; she hung someone who could always use them now however, inferior though the cat's no doubt were – it's hard to beat the inventor, after all. The tools were perfectly good quality, excellent in fact. He'd rather win than sabotage somebody. For now, anyway. He didn't have nearly enough non-mutant Blazemount specimens for comparative analysis.

Did the Dark Fey come prepared to this bonding? Why yes, yes he did, as a matter of fact. There were a lot of things on this damned planet that he couldn't comprehend but auctions? Oh yeah. And the only reason he knew it was an auction and not just a bonding (which was also the reason he was running a little late, coincidentally) was because he had -spies-.

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Okay that was a lie, he really just yelled at some random kid in the market until he explained what was going on, for that's where he'd been when the message had been given. Zaerias was never known to be the best of citizens so hey, no judging. Besides, nobody around him had even dared of throwing him a second look, so he got off the hook for the deed. Since he'd been well, at the market, he already had a bunch of crap in his bag so instead of selling/trading the rest like he'd intended on doing, he decided to take it with him to use for asforementioned auction.

On his way to the place, in fact, just outside of the clearing where he could hear the auctioner begin, he noted some girl hanging off to the side. Um. Stupid, what were you doing? You couldn't participate in an auction if they couldn't see and/or hear you! -.- The Dark Fey growled softly in exasperation as he walked up behind Apricot.

"If you're intending on buying one of them I'd suggest getting within earshot," he growled to her as he passed her, and our apologies if he bumped into you. He really has no manners ><;; "If you're just here to watch then well, you're in a damn good spot I guess."

And he continued.

He eyed the foal that was up for auction currently but she didn't catch the Fey's attention. So instead he took a look around at the others that were present, some he vaguely recognized others he...honestly really didn't care, to be honest. So he just lounged off to the side, around nobody in particular, just...waiting.

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[ooc;] I am so not trying to be mean Apricot, it's just Zaer <33

Gatsby didn’t have a comment or reaction for the strange look on Tracyn’s face as he arrived. Even if she had full-on scowled, not simply tried not to, he wouldn’t have reacted much. Haters gonna hate. Though, he had been under the impression that there wasn’t any ill will between he and the female Mandalorian. They weren’t friends, certainly. They weren’t really anything. So why she was doing her best not to scowl he honestly had no idea.

Whatever. Gatsby wasn’t going to waste his time thinking about it. Especially when he didn’t want to be here in the first place and Geoffrey was going around making noises like that.

Smaug, for the record, was actually paying attention. In fact, the mutant Firelizard had hopped off of Gatsby’s shoulder to go crawling into the bag he’d forced the werewolf to bring along filled with all sorts of treasures. Well, all sorts of small treasures. Small treasures that the greedy wee dragon was actually willing to part with. For a price. Price, of course, meaning a good slave Blazemount.

When Geoffrey turned around, Gatsby didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to, not with that stupid smile that was spread across his face like that. It said quite enough on its own. What was that, Geoffrey? Could you repeat that? The werewolf didn’t even care about his fingers after that. Well, he did. But, that would kind of make up for most injuries. Yeah, Gatsby was totally not going to soon forget that squeak. After the cyborg made his offer, and Gatsby felt he adequately burned that noise into his memory, the werewolf sidled up a little closer, clapping a hand on Geoffrey’s shoulder and giving it a little squeeze as a chuckle managed to escape.

With auctioning going on though, the great and terrible Smaug shoved his head out of the bag to give the Aether that was currently up on the chopping block a good once over. Tracyn was given a bit of a look too, but he didn’t seem too worried about her, not when he had a gem or something to that extent clutched in each of his claws. Because what lady didn’t like fancy trinkets? Even if she had no use for them, she could trade them for other things. Excellent bartering tools these were. Except, the Firestorm snorted in distaste over the current foal, his muttering making it pretty clear he wasn’t going to bid on this one, I have no use for shy little girls.

Tracyn wasn't surprised when she only got one bid for the Aether. The female was a rather quiet one, and she could almost feel the blush of the female as the blazemount shuffled in an attempt to hide behind her. She waited for a couple more minutes to see if she would get more bids, and when nothing came she clapped her hands together slightly to show that this particular auction was over. "And Geoffrey wins this auction, one Aether for a tool set of battery powered tools"

Her tone was cool as she moved to gently guide the Aether toward the man, she was rather eager to see what these tools where like - thought she was quite sure they wouldn't compare to the tools that she already possessed in the bastion. A quick glance revealed her suspicions to be true, but she knew she would at least get some good money by selling them on the market.

Tracyn left the Aether with Geoffrey as she picked up the box of tools, and carried them toward the tree that she had been standing on. Once there she climbed back up to her previous standing spot, brushed herself down, and watched as the Aether seemed to become even more shy in the presence of the man that had won her in auction. She was rather cute in a way, but she didn't have time to watch the Spirit of the moon Aether as she interacted with Geoffrey. Coughing lightly Tracyn turned to Ka'rta and motioned toward the group of foals, and tilted her head in surprise as The spirit of the caves Aether rushed forward without being rounded up by her mother.

The Aether seemed to be impatient to be auctioned off, and was looking over the people gathered with an expression that made Tracyn shiver a little. She hadn't met the foal before, but she got the impression that the foal was a nasty piece of work - and well she would pity the poor soul that won the female in the auction.

Quickly wiping the expression from her face the mandalorian looked around at her small audience and cleared her throat. "Our second foal on auction is another Aether! As you can see this dark hued beauty is impatient and eager to be auctioned off! What is our first bid?" She trailed off into silence, waiting for the first bid to be made, and all the while the dark coated Aether pawed at the ground with obvious impatience for the auction to be over. Behind Tracyn the rest of the foals milled around slowly, some of them seeming to be curious about the humans that had shown up, and others had returned back to grazing at the young foliage of the clearing.

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OOC:

Apologies on the small delay. My laptop seems to be having a lot of problems lately and it's affecting my ability to get online.

Seemed that strange man with the metal arm got what he bargained for. The gentle creature was led to him, but not like Zaerias was paying any attention. He was shuffling through his bag to look at the random objects of trade that he brought with him. However, it was interrupted with the sound of more hoof beats. The next in line for auction and- oooohh, did a grin light up on the Feu's face. Now -that- was his kind of spunk, his kind of horse. ...thing. Whatever she was.

But she was his.

His hand shot back in his bag, and after a few minutes of shuffling around, he found something he thought might be off interest. "Really nice pair of binoculars, comes with the carrying case." And if someone tried outbidding him he'd just bid right back. He -wanted- that filly.

Better late than never was always a good principle to live by, but Lyu disagreed.

She was never late, others were simply early.

So when she wandered into an auction already in progress she wasn’t the slightest bit perturbed, and settled into the events as easily as slipping into a warm bath. Having attended a Blazemount bonding in the past she had a pretty good idea as to how the event was to play out, and her pockets jingled with various odds and ends as she eased her way through the gathered people, sliding easily past a male wearing an Asid as a belt, affording him a curious glance. Still, she’d seen weirder and so moved on, studying the bidders as much as she studied the foals.

It seemed as if she had missed out on the first foal, the Spirit of the moon Aether having been led over to the strange metal-man with the snake belt. Disappointing that only one had been interested in the filly; didn’t these people know that still waters ran deep? Or something like that… Lyu had never been one for poignant thoughts. The next foal was presented and this was certainly one that intrigued the Ancient; her bold and rash nature certainly reminded her of someone, and had she felt so inclined she might have smiled a bit…

She did not feel so inclined.

It seemed she wasn’t the only one who had an eye for the The spirit of the caves Aether, as the marked boy offered a strange item up as his bid. Bin-ocu-lars? What on Planet was such a thing? Intrigued, but unwillingly to be painted the fool, Lyu exhaled sharply through her nose, a hand reaching into her pocket to select a suitable item. It became evidently clear that she was out of place as she pulled out a small black stone, polished and smoothed by the sea and worrying fingertips. Giving it a cursory glance in the sunlight and deeming it suitable, she laid the bit of sea glass in her open palm, letting it catch the light as she offered it to Tracyn; cats liked shiny things right?

“A stone, to be fashioned into whatever trinket you wish.”

Short. Simple. And to the point.

Unfortunately for those with sensitive sniffers, Mute was still alive somewhere.

He didn't...smell today. This guy was clean, almost as if someone had applied scalding hot water and ran out of soap trying to get his pale mint skin clean. His lack of shirt proved the strange cleanliness, as his muscle tone got to give his appearance a much-needed lift. His black tattered pants had somehow become new ones, and even his hair was a brilliant white. From humanoid face to furry toes, he must have looked like Mute had fallen in love with keeping sparkly clean. That, however, was a big distortion of what was going on.

The beastie-person hadn't chosen this look, his hair now spiked all over with gel, teeth whitener applied until his smile would be blinding, and doggie-shampoo to get rid of any flea within a mile. His throat was even covered by a new set of gauze and bandages. The only thing untouched were his dark eyes, and that was probably only because he fought having anything near them.

He arrived at the edge of the bonding and looked almost as if he couldn't believe there were people out here. What were they doing in a place like this? Oh no, did he interrupt something?! A ritual?! Oh, oh, wait it was an auction. For some animals he had never seen before. And once again, he wasn't ready. These people probably had a lot to offer. He let himself breathe before he checked his pockets, finding pen, paper, and...nothing else. It also sat in his mind that he didn't personally know anyone here.

Calmly, his eyes went from person to person, while bids came up for some pretty horses. Fiery horses. Though he couldn't see affording them in his mind, he could see getting into a better position to watch. He attempted to sneak into a good spot, which had to be easier because he didn't stink of death right now. He stopped as some woman he had never met decided to make her offer. A rock? He grabbed his pen, and scribbled on it. He was quick, heart racing, in hopes that his picture of the foal would-

Oh, wait, shiny rock. Shiny rock to be made into anything. Suddenly, his heart dropped back to its humble spot while Mute wished he didn't exist. His tail drooped, too. He was a little sad for himself, especially since he hadn't thought ahead and was standing right by Lyubitshka, the pretty stranger with a shiny rock. And yet, he thought she was pretty, in that he was altogether different too. He told himself not to look at her because she probably knew he was about to try to bid with a piece of paper. Don't look, don't look, don't look.

He glanced, not meaning to, but how could he not? He felt lucky that he couldn't bother her with his voice, since it was thrown to hell and never seen again. Still, he felt as though he did, turning his cheekbones into steps for an obvious pink to sit on and mourn itself. Why was he here?

Oh yeah. To escape the soap someone had attacked him with at home.

Hey, it wasn't like Geoffrey was gonna know what you did with his stuff. She could sell her heart out. He can only try so hard when he's a few centuries behind, eh? And apparently trying was good enough, at least for the spirit of the moon, from Geoffrey was merely attempting to be willing to come closer on her own so he could inspect her close-up. She was definitely one that would take a fair bit of handling before he could get the most use out of her, but she certainly seemed like she had good potential.

Unlike certain werewolves who could go boil their head and had no potential to be useful members of society ever. GlareglareglareyoumisterGatsbyandyourchuckling.

While he was preoccupied with the first Aether, Bells took it upon himself to look over the newly presented one. A striking looking one, she was, but she made him a teensy bit nervous. Would you like him to make a bid? the Risen offered to Geoffrey while two others offered up bids themselves to Tracyn. Geoffrey shrugged one shoulder, leaving Gatsby's hand in place. "Wouldn't hurt," he muttered.

The Risen studied a few things, glancing over the other items on display a second time before selecting something to push forward towards the Mandalorian. Gold? Bells offered simply, with a nod to a box of stolen jewelries (the Thieves Guild says you're welcome). Of course, neither he nor Geoffrey would expect Tracyn to take and keep it as is — melt it down, however, and it was relatively lucrative, or practical on occasion. Excellent conductor and highly corrosion resistant. Of course, the Thieves Guild already had a fence for gold sparklies, so if the Aether was going for a different price it was no great setback to them.

Okay now we where talking, she actually had bets this time round. Grinning from ear to ear the mandalorian looked over each gift, but found that she had to get down from her podium as most of the offerings seemed to be small ones. The first offer was a pair of binoculars, she'd never seen a pair of binoculars like this before - they seemed to be two tubes with glass work in them that some how magnified the image that they where directed at. Part of her wanted to examine them closer, but she had other items to examine and she could hear the Aether pawing at the ground behind her in impatience. The Aether wanted to just move already, and Tracyn knew that she was currently the person that the impatience was being directed at.

The next item was a shiny looking stone that really didn't interest her that much, what would she do with a shiny stone? Maybe the new arrival to the auction thought that she might like it? Was it because of her feline appearance? Not this again, what was it with people thinking she liked things just because she looked like a cat? Tracyn glanced down at the stone with thinned lips, making sure that it wasn't secretly some kind of stone that was worth a lot of money - but from what she could see it was just some kind of run of the mill stone that had been buffed so that it was shiny

Mute's arrival wasn't missed, and Tracyn fixed a curious glance over the undead male as she walked passed him. She'd only heard of rumors of undead things in her galaxy, but it had always been something that was more of a horror story - and yet there was an undead man in front of her. The fact that he was here kind of gave her the creeps, and she stepped away while musing upon the fact that the PIF really did bring some odd people to the world of the weyrd.

Geoffrey's bid drew her attention moments later, something that she was glad for as it took her mind of Mute. The fact that gold had been offered only made her all the more interested in his presence, and for the first time she kind of felt comfortable in the presence of the mostly robotic male. The box of stolen jewelry sparkled in the sunlight, and she took a moment to consider accepting this bid - it easily out ranked the shiny rock thing and the analog binoculars - but could she accept two of his bids in a row?

The Aether, as headstrong as any blazemount that Tracyn had ever known took Tracyn's choice out of her hands. she rushed forward toward Zaerias, pawed at the ground, and huffed loudly to get Tracyn's attention. Sighing at the loss of the gold the mandalorian walked over toward Zaerias, took the binoculars off him, and walked up toward the foals to urge one of the tides forward to stand beside her 'auction podium'. The Tide that she had pulled forward was The spirit of the rivers Tide, and while he was handsome there was something very off about him.

What is was might be most evident to Lyubitshka as the Tide was staring at her creepily, his mouth partially open - damn she was one fine ladeh!

The oppressive scent of clean wafted towards her nostrils, Lyu’s eyes searching for the source of the smell and landing on Mute; he was a strange sort of creature, reminding her of her own undead boy in an altogether unpleasant fashion. She studied his entrance with veiled interest as he clearly had no real idea of what was going in; even when Lyu was completely at a loss, she still did a pretty good job of faking. This young man really needed to learn some confidence, and who could serve as a better tutor than the mistress of misguided arrogance herself? He settled in next to her and she watched him out of the corner of her eye, fumbling for an attempt at a bid. A piece of paper and a writing implement seemed to be what he had settled on, but he suddenly stopped- this intrigued her.

She looked at him just as he failed to casually glance at her, holding his gaze probably far too intensely than what was necessary. “Why do you hesitate?” Her eyes wandered over his failed bid, a delicate eyebrow arched delicately intrigued. “You may bid as you please.” Didn’t he understand the purpose of this bonding? “Every item has value.” Not just the expensive tools or shiny baubles, every item presented was of some worth, otherwise they wouldn’t have offered it. “Present what you wish, your meekness does you no credit.” And it certainly wouldn’t win him a shiny, unless ya know, it was the sort of shiny that was into that sort of thing.

Attention back on the proceedings now…

The metal-man had certainly caught her eye with his offering; Lyu was used to nice things, and Geoffrey had certainly come more prepared than she or Mute had. It seemed obvious to her what the most valuable item was (monetarily of course), but Lyu had been around long enough to know that that wasn’t always how things worked. It was at the auctioneers discretion…

Or sometimes the shiny’s…

As Lyu opened her mouth to make a offhand comment about cat’s supposing to like shiny things, The Aether seemed to have made it’s own decision and opted for the strange eyeglasses, the Blazemount rushing over to the tattooed boy. Probably for the best that Lyu got distracted, as there could have been nothing to gain by insulting the auctioneer…

The next foal was up, a startling handsome Tide, but Lyu immediately felt ill at ease.

It was staring at her…

And although Lyu knew that Blazemounts couldn’t talk, she could practically hear the ”how you doin?” and feel the warm breath on the nape of her neck…

…was that aftershave she could smell?

Oh dear.

She almost didn’t bid out of fear of actually winning the auction; she would never get a second’s rest if she brought that creepy creature home with her. Still, never one to back away from any challenge, Lyu tossed her next item at Tracyn’s feet, scowling at the Tide and hoping he got hint as the ornate dagger stuck into the ground. Yeah she is fine, but she can still mess you up! Satisfied that she gotten her point across, she refocused her attention on the dagger. It wasn’t anything overly special, it was old, and that was evident in the dull blade with it’s nicks and wear marks; even the handle, with it’s intricate designs, betrayed age in the faded polish and worrisome stains. Still, if the cat had anyone to stab and wanted to be fashionable while doing so, it was a good choice. “A dagger.”

Now, back to her charity case, the silent canine.

“If you like that mouth-breather over there, give the cat something.”

Oh, silly Tracyn. Geoffrey was constantly fulfilling your quote of undead peers, courtesy of some zombie alunas and a nasty bite. His undying was just a little more dormant and a little less on display. A fact he was very, very grateful for. Rotting all over the place would've made a mess of the laboratory.

Granted, telling Tracyn all that would probably do very little for making her interest and comfort with him last. Maybe we should keep that hush-hush after all.

Seemingly unbothered by whatever bits were going on around him, Geoffrey and his Asid companion — and the already successfully bid on Aether — all kind of looked away from the Tide brought up next. Yeah. They would... They would sit this one out and simply save their bids for others. Lyubitshka could have Tideface. Please have him. Geoffrey and Bells felt gross just being near him.

A very satisfied smirk cross the Fey's face when the cat-woman (rather reluctantly, albeit) walked towards him, leading the foal with her. Seems she let the horse herself chose, because even he had been worried with the offer of gold against his binoculars. Which he gladly handed over, when she finally reached him, and watched her return to the podium.

He didn't pay her any more heed afterwards, for he focused his atention on the Aether, reaching out experimentally to let her get acquantinced with his scent before going to pat her on the neck. She was quite the impressive horse, on fire or not, and he was curious to see how the fire worked at all...

But then this uncomfortable feeling seemed to envelop the auction, and he glanced over to the podium to see a blue-ish flamed horse waiting to be bidded on. One bid was already on him, though...the Dark Fey could honestly make no reason to want to bid on him. He just exuded creepy, which was strange to have coming from an equine, on fire or not. Like. Serious. No thank you.

The Dark Fey snorted. Let the strange woman have her creepy horse. He'd check back on the next auction.

He choked. He wasn't speaking a single word, but choked. Pretty girl spoke to him and his hand almost dropped the pen. Oh, what he would give to simply write her a note! No. That was too much. Probably not good. Wait, she said something. He needed to respond. How was he going to reply? By sitting there, of course, having a freak-out moment in his own head. Could she hear him? No. It was...probably for the best.

Me? Hesitate? Why would I NEED TO? It's getting a little warm now, isn't it? I AM bidding as I please. I simply don't wish to AT THIS TIME. I may not hold the expenses for trinkets of value, but I have an inviting smile, and though I do not have a current occupation, I AM A MAN and WHY WON'T YOU STOP JUDGING ME AND HOLD MY HAND?!

His mind was momentarily broken. With his freak out came a bright red stuck on his face. He didn't even notice that he had been holding his fist tightly enough that little drops of blood rolled down off of it. His tail betrayed him too. It hid between his legs like a bad friend taking off at the first sign of danger. He felt the itch and wiped off his hand on his pants, not seeing that it left little marks.

As if Mute could even hear what was going on. The bid of gold was missed. What brought him back was the realization that one of the blazemounts had suddenly rushed over to Zaerias. Binoculars? He didn't have any himself, but couldn't he have at least brought something worth bidding with? The only items on him were pen and paper. The paper was nothing, and his special writing utensil wasn't going anywhere. The ink never ran out. He needed it.

The next foal was particularly offensive. While he tried to keep from looking at Lyu again, his face attempted to return to its normal color. That fire-pony up there was staring at something with an eerily strange concentration. Tracing the direction with his eyes, he could feel his ego dropping. Same person he was looking at. Yes, and so creepy. It made him shudder. Did he look like that? He hoped not. He really hoped not.

Although the smell of aftershave could have been Mute and not the horse...

A dagger flying and sticking caught Mute's attention. He was lucky that he didn't see it in mid-air, or else he probably would have jumped for it, as his canid half would have him do. Sadly, his knowledge of it being a blade didn't stop him from wondering if Lyubitshka would throw it again.

That also came with a voice, the very voice that knocked him into a fit that no one heard. She...had a bid on that thing? She must have wanted it, since she threw another item Mute would fail to afford. Would no one else put something up for the foal? He couldn't let a lady, especially one he already had a crush on, go home with 'My Little Pervert' over there.

Pressure for his bid followed Lyu's comment. Yes, he would bid on the creep. It was a fiery horse, and very possibly, the only one he had any chance of winning.

He finally gave in, sketching away on a new piece of paper. Ink flowed smoothly onto the page, forming the image of Tracyn with as much detail as possible. He could draw well, and pretty quickly. When finished, he began sneaking closer to the podium, feeling a little pride, but also regret in his decision.

Dark claws lifted the page so that it could be seen as a bid. Mute hoped no one would notice the slight creasing in it. If he won the Tide, maybe he could change his behavior by teaching him to be less stalker, and more gentleman.

It's just a phase, hopefully.

Looks like someone didn't read the description.

Tracyn has asked in advance to use her deadline, I just wasn't on when this one ran out <3 The new deadline is October 3rd!

Tracyn has voluntarily given up her bonding. Please be patient while we find someone to take it over. Thanks. <3

Edit: The Professor has agreed to take over the bonding! Hold tight while they get everything sorted out.

I am claiming this as my posty thing. ^.^

Please bear with me while I get things together and figure out what exactly is going on. I hope to post in the next 2 days if all goes well and I don't hit any hiccups.

In the mean time, I would like whoever is still participating in this bonding to send me preferences. However you would like to do them is fine. I just need them promptly as this ends on the 25th of this month and I want things on my end set up long before that.

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Participants
Geoffrey A-13, Zaerias, Lyubitshka, Mute, Apricot'', Khryssie'', Enke''

The Bonded Foals 8/8
2/2 Tide
Basium - Lyubitshka
Tidus - Zaerias
4/4 Aether
Sonnenferne - Geoffrey A-13
Dezdemona - Zaerias
Sonnennähe - Geoffrey A-13
Cirra - Mute
2/2 Glade
Luneo - Mute
Ferus - Lyubitshka

The spirit of the plains Aether
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This Aether is small and stocky, but her flames speak volumes. They start as a vibrant blueish-green and morph into a blue so soft that it could rival that of the clearest sky. She's an odd one, not necessarily in the most obvious of manners. This one was graced with a very zebra like appearance, only instead of not knowing whether she is white with black stripes or black with white stripes, she is two different shades of lovely purple. It's safe to say that a deeper purple wins out for most space taken up as it covers her limbs and tips her ears and muzzle, as well as chunky tiger like stripes that fade the closer they get to her underside. The stripes are inconsistent, preferring to do their own thing, a sometimes decide to bleed out into much thicker or even as far as becoming barely visible. Her appearance overall can come across confused, she is the spirit of the plains and has decided that this means that her confusing hide makes all the sense in the world. She is zebra and savanna cat all rolled into one.

This is one care free mofo, she embodies happiness and always prancing about with a smile on her face. She loves life with a fierceness. She will do almost anything to get you a matching facial expression, almost. If you are her bonded she will definitely go the extra mile to make sure your smile is even bigger than hers. Her nature suggests that nothing in the universe would please her more than a good bit of entertainment and a buffet of food, perhaps a good romp every now and then. But the food, oh the food, how she loves it. How you should love it, this Aether will attempt to convince you that you love food as much as she does even if the attempts are futile. She could eat an elephants weight in anything you put in front of her as long as it tickles her fancy. It doesn't take a lot to please her, but it takes quite a bit to upset her. Even if someone ever achieved such a task it would be damn near impossible to tell, as she is always wearing a perfectly painted smile.

The spirit of the air Aether
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If she had been any other rank or had had the opportunity to pick her hide colors she would have been blue, but alas. This Aether is a pale purple, that could possibly be mistaken for pink in the wrong light. This purple stretches all over her body, only being replaced in splotches that are more violet that could resemble pixeled clouds, a single thin line running down the length of her spine. A darker shade of the pale purple gusts across the base of her belly and speckles up ever so slightly, as if the wind is kissing the clouds and perfectly coexisting. The wind doesn't stop there it also resides in prominence around her eyes, dripping down her muzzle. The flames that this one possesses are rather wispy like the wind is trying to put out an impossible fire, but they hold a grassy color as seem to billow out at the ends even if it is ever so slightly.

For as flowing and calm as she looks, her personality is quite the opposite. She worries, compulsively so about everything and nothing. She worries because there is nothing to worry about, which causes her to panic and believe that something will come up soon. Her face is always set in a hesitant line, the joining of her lips seeming to quiver. Don't let that fool you, for as much as she worries, she refuses to force that on those around her. This Aether twiddles her thumbs in a sense and gnaws on her lip until it bleeds. Because worrying alone is one thing but with someone it makes it all the worse, because then she has to go the extra mile with hers about how much the other person or shiny is worrying. This ends well for no one, but her intentions are good, and she does have moments even if they are beyond rare were she is completely calm and lucid and worry free. Those should always be taken advantage of, if they are they may happen more frequently. Plus, it may eventually make her realize that there is nothing to worry about.

The spirit of the forests Glade
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A sour puss is this one. He looks and exudes the energy of it, it practically makes him reek. His hide is a mix of forest green and a mossy one, that is until you get to his knee joints. From there on down it is a deep murky, uninviting plum color. His markings are obvious and usually the first thing you notice about him. Around his neck is what appears to be a series of thick mossy rings that break of the forest. Past the neck and on the torso it appears that you are given a birds eye view of the land with the way that to two colors mingle without actually bleeding together. Speckled sparsely across his body are smudges that could be light green, they almost look like trees placed across barren landscape. He lived and breathed his title if his markings and coat was anything to go by. But the flames were his true attention grabber, they started out as a bright sky blue and end in a ghostly white. That should be enough, but no, the flames at the top of his tail almost look like are spiral braided before fanning out.

He's a mean one mister Grinch...oh wait, what? He isn't a Christmas villain but he is rather tricky and villain like. Much like his sinister Aether sister, he has a mean strike but his comes from somewhere that was supposed to be a good thing. He likes pranks. He plans and plans for days, sometimes even weeks. So, yes, he is a smart one, a sneaky devious male that just enjoys a good laugh at someone else's expense. Is that so wrong? Not all of his pranks start out large, but if it happens once there is a promise that it will happen again. Each time it happens it will escalate even more which is why he should be watched at all times and anything that could be used against his bonded should be taken away, otherwise hell will unleash itself upon you and he will be beyond delighted with your pain. In honesty he is more like a forest fire than a forest itself, he burns bright, almost blinding, and hot. This male is two handfuls instead of one, but his thirst for joy is endearing right?

The spirit of the glen Glade
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A rather shade of pleasant green covers his hide, ranging from a pale green upon his torso and fading to a darker shade on his head and lower legs. The few markings that he has are a shade of leaf green, and take the shape of a few thin stripes that trail vertically over his stomach and hind quarters. He's a pretty little thing, and will not grow to be much bigger then he already is. As small as he is this glade will be much stronger then he looks, and will be able to perform any tasks that his bonded may have for him. The flames of his mane and tail start out with a pure white shade and take on a more yellow hue toward the ends of his flames, which perfectly complements his pale colored coat. written by tracyn

This Glade is the polar opposite of his brother, not quite sugar and rainbows, but he is the most innocent of all of his siblings. He isn't shy necessarily but ridiculously pure. he doesn't get any of the dirty jokes and sees everything for the most sugar coated response that pops into his head. He has the mind of a newborn and that will probably always stick with him no matter how old. He looks for the good in everyone and everything. He stays positive even in the face of negativity and doesn't acknowledge bad even if its staring him in the face. He chooses to see all the wonder in the world, all the glitter and gold, but never the dark and dreary. Innocent and positive, may not make a wonderful combination if you have lost faith in the world. But this Glade would be more than happy to help restore it by lending you some of what he possesses so that you can see and feel the wonder too.