 04:36:46 Myth/Crowley/Grinch| From now on I'm Crowley lol |
04:35:45 DD (#2)| Myth, happens pretty often is they match , good producers, items , etc |
04:35:35 Myth/Crowley/Grinch| Depends on the strength of the parents and how well they match. |
04:35:04 Fern / 👹
myth#2
nobody knows,needs to be a good match |
04:34:44 (AC) Angel 🐈| *crying* I need to work on my brindle horse collection after RO |
04:34:35 | What are the odds of getting a WWW foal if the father is a WWW and the mom is a WW? |
04:32:51 Myth/Crowley/Grinch Lynx
It didn't bother me until I moved. xD |
04:31:56 Myth/Crowley/Grinch 04:31:37 Myth/Crowley/Grinch Lynx
I had in my base enjoying the view with me. xD |
04:30:30 Myth/Crowley/Grinch Lynx
Nothing unless owner sends out a watch alert. |
04:28:43 whisper/lynx| what happens if you watch a horse? |
04:27:32 (AC) Angel 🐈| I saw a cute one this morning, and it gave me a new breeding goal to work on |
04:25:39 [1k+ brindles] Angel 04:21:59 (AC) Angel 🐈| Angels, do you have any snowflake brindle horses that I can watch |
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RP between Bloodhound Grange and iArema. Do not post unless your name is in the title but you are very much so allowed to read along! Thank you :) |
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┨R A G A N A┠
╭·ra·ga·nah╮
means predict in baltic mythology
''if your guilt tears at your heart, rips at your insides, you are already forgiven. come sit and belong.''
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Nickname(s): ''regent'' ; ''majesty'' Age: Gender: female Species: tyto alba (barn owl) Height: 32cm Weight: 340g Build: 
ragana is a mediocre-sized owl. her talons are keen and powerful for grasping. has an aquiline, cutting break for tearing flesh. and profound blackish irises. ragana has a white heart-shaped face and a white chest with smallish hazel flecks and streaks adorning her back feathering and pinions. Brood: can't remember any Status: the queen Territory: the ''Wilikar'' kingdom ¤ Personality: headstrong // poised // canny // stoical ragana is no damsel in distress. does not pursue support, does not request support, and does not provide support so effortlessly. her nature is a barbarous, ferocious warrior, born in the land of an empire, the one that chose her to oversee. her attributes may seem brutal, but that is the raw mantle that keeps her mindset meritorious. Voice: unfaltering, silvery, and soft Scent: odorless ¤ Likes: - tranquility
- cold nights
- rodents
- open meadows
Dislikes:
- intruders
- foreign kingdoms
- rebelliousness
- severe heat
Strengths:
- wisdom
- bravery
- dexterity
- resolve
Weaknesses:
- governing
- overcritical
- pugnacious
- avaricious Crush: Open Mate: Open Affiliations: Open |
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- Llusernau | Five Years | Prince | Tyto Tenebricosa; aka Greater Sooty Owl - Nickname(s): L(l)us, Nau.
Name Meaning: Welsh for Lanterns. v Kingdom/Territory v Sashohan Kingdom
v -Appearance- v
Build: Lithe, Althletic.
Weight: 450 kg
Length: 40 cm
Nau's back, downy feathers and converts are almost black, fading into a silvern tone on his stomach and tail. His face is nearly black in the center between his intense black eyes and fades out by the edges of his disked face, framing it well against the sharp black outer edge. The back of his head is darker than the rest of him.
He prides himself in the slickness of his feathers and uses it as an intimidating feature. It usually works.
v -Personality- v
"Carpe diem, carpe noctem."
("Seize the day, Seize the night.")
Brave + Curious + Flirt + Impulsive + Spontaneous + Rogueish +
Reckless + Stubborn + Mistrusting + Loyal + Sometimes Witty Nau may be a playful, lighthearted owl but is easily influenced sometimes. Known to follow his heart rather than his orders. He doesn't take well to strangers, often being a teaser and a trickster. Half the reason most would never think he'd make a good king. He doesn't care, being a free bird is all he needs. At least thats what he thinks. He is however very loyal and will protect you with his life, do not take him for granted.
Voice: Deep, Firm, pronounces all 'A's as long 'A's.
v -Strengths (+) & Weaknesses (-)- v
+Stamina
+Loyalty +Tracking/Hunting -+Reckless -Leadership Skills -Social Skills -Giving Respect
v -Likes (+) & Dislikes (-)- v
+Flying +Storms -Pressure -Loud Sounds
v -Affiliations & Family- v
Open
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┨R A G A N A┠ it was so comforting to see her kingdom stretch and prosper in number and extraordinary power. the diligent owlets maturing into adequate hunters and warriors eased her bristling feathers for the approaching future. a triumphant empire had its outcomes. and before ragana soared throughout the immense empire, a mere croon of an owlet steered her gaze to adjust to the source of the overwrought noise. saros. a diminutive owl that was positioned on the abrupter ledge of the craggy empire. huh. ragana bumbled chestily, outstretching her pinions to tacitly flow down. expanding her keen talons, her landing did not emit noise, but her callous existence was felt. casting like the raw sun in the cloudless welkin. ''oh- your majesty,'' the greet was chimed with a bow as the owlet did not seem, as gratified as ragana thought he'd appear. feathers unkempt, cluttered and bristling. face contorting into fixated dread, and his voice woven with a bizarre unease. ''tell me — what has gotten you so troubled,'' ragana crooned in an inquiry, underlining her tone with a gentle, faint squeal. as the owlet ahead of her, averted his irises, veering in his footing. ''i got the messages...today..and my queen, they aren't good,'' ragana's physique loomed over his as her gaze charred like a forest fire. the unsettling thought of the messages being awful tore at her stomach. ''don't dawdle, say it-'' her voice withdrew into stringency, the mere bead of bitterness weaving into a demand. ''when the team returned. they declared that..the woodland was scarce,'' ludicrous. ragana sneered in an aggravated hiss, bristling her feathers at his presence. ''that's unbelievable,'' even if ragana seemed in contradiction, not considering the words that spewed from the owlet, her boggling mind did reel in a typhoon. over these past weeks, the hunting party, each dawn, and dusk retrieved back to the empire with less, and less fare to feed the flock. but for the fare to go scant on the northern side of the woodland, did not make sense to her. nor it was probable for the grub to just, vanish. it was all too brisk. ''they scoured the entire forestry, but..couldn't find anything remotely abundant,'' saros chimed in, creaking to reel back her averted gaze. the one that glistened with incredulity and increasing stress. absolutely disgruntled by the uttered announcement, ragana vanished out of saros's visibility and fluttered to see the matter with her own two eyes. (a little short starter) |
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.><. Llusernau .><. The Sashohan territory was faring no better than the neighboring kingdom. Messages of scarcity were worrying the crown and those in the know. Nau was one of those owls. It worried him as well. He didn't have much for leading in his hollow bones but he knew this was not a good situation for the owls in the area. Or the animals in the area. Rumors of a famine had been quickly spreading throughout the owls who were smart enough to piece the struggle to get enough food. So far no owlets had gone hungry. The crown was not doing well either, trying to disperse any food found evenly. Such was the Sashohan way. They depended on communication and community. Nau cocked his head to the side, perched in a pine near the perimeter of the territory. His black eyes narrowed as he examined the trees and the grass below. Even the stream below seemed to be struggling. He hissed a quiet sigh and stretched out his greyscale wings, lifting off. He settled into the wind, somewhat gliding and peering at the ground, watching. . He landed shortly in a lush weeping willow tree, on one of the firmer branches. But it still wobbled, though it's roots were planted deeply amidst a pond, a beaver dam created this oasis. He noticed the water dimished since he'd been there last. His spirited were dropping as he glanced around. The wind was whistling, as were the voices nearing the top of the massive tree. He lifted off again, bursting speed and landing by the crowns' nest. He glanced down at the nest, memories flooding him momentarily. "What are we to do?" and "I don't know.." were pretty much all he understood of his parent's chat. The whirring, hooting tones hushed as his wingbeats disruppted the conversation. "Sorry, mother, father, have I interrupted?" He hissed, as respectively as he could manage to the pair of sooty tytos. Their erie heads swivled toward him. "Not particularly, what do you need Llus?" The king responded in a hushed, rushed tone. Nau was hesitant to speak. He was hoping for an update but never really worked out what or how to ask them. He reeled his head away and puffed out his feathers, debating his words. Certainly I should ask for information of this, he thought, What about the Wilikars? Surely that southern kingdom would be better. After all, they'd always been better with prey than his own territory. "I was just, uh, wondering about news. I was out for a flight and the grass seems to be wilting. I saw hardly any life." He explained, somewhat vague. The pair of larger owls looked at each other in a distainful expression. "Thats about all we know, the prey is only getting thinner." His mother was the slightly bigger owl. Amara. She squealed as she spoke. The male, Nocturn was thinking. "I've thought of sending a party to the Wilikar kingdom. But tempers may be short with the lack of food." He confessed. Nau took a moment to let this sink in, his head pointed at the ground. He sighed. His gut- or in this case, gizzard- was churning. His feathers bristled. "It would be wise, if we can keep an alliance of sorts it would be best if we did not have conflict in this mess." He shook his head. Nau offered a thank you and turned. Leaving by air. . How could it all just be disappearing? It wasn't like the population was expanding that rapidly. Was it? He began crabbing on the wind, aiming for a nearby place to rest. The moonlight filtered oddly, but he had no issues spying out a place and landing on that same pin oak branch. A place to sort his thoughts. Safely hidden away. . (Took me a hot second sorry!) |
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┨R A G A N A┠ her shriek was strident, resonating in the overcast welkin as her caliginous silhouette soared across the barren meadow. her hopes weren't heightened, and what Ragana anticipated was introduced in front of her. the woodland, the meadow, and the outskirts were noiseless. paltry and devoid in her eye. there was nothing to grasp for, there was no sentient organism to hunt. no carnivorous predators prowling the shadows to shun. it was a vacant palace, embraced by the flora. nothingness was residing in the biome. no life blossomed and no water rippled. it was a raw nightmare that seemed to exist around her. this was the peak of priority that Ragana needed to bear. and if no water or sustenance bode in the terrains, her kingdom, her flock, and her brood would be fallen. would mourn the outstanding consequences of dehydration and starvation that they could so efficiently evade for decades. her mind reeled as her breaths hurled. depleted from the ephemeral glides and flutters of pinions, her physique straddled on a lofty spruce. on a sole furrowed branch that forked out and let the nocturnal owl settle. think of the horrendous possibilities the famine and the drought would induce.
her heart thudded immensely, and her mind was in a pit of unease and contemplation whilst her feathered figure bristled by the whistling breeze.
"this cannot be occurring," her voice woven with silvery touch warbled into the tranquil atmosphere. but not like it concerned her kingdom only. if the woodland was entirely inadequate, the bordering empire opposite of hers needed to encounter the same outcome. but that did not facilitate her heartbeat. if the empire opposite of hers, flustered in shambles too, coming across them bristled her bitterness to branch out. an alliance was not what Ragana sought. there had to be another route for her to take. there had to be one. one that was not meant to assemble an association. and after Ragana bode in her introspections, her figure took off. in a glide down from the lofty spruce, her dazzlingly enlightened outline aviated back into her empire grounds before her assertive, daunting shriek indicated a summit in the land. as a queen, Ragana needed to find an outlet out of this crisis. as soon as possible. but without any hypothesis how all Ragana could do was forewarn her empire of the approaching casualties they'd mourn. the owlets were inquisitive, compiling around in clutches, with gazes piqued by nervousness and inquisitiveness, they observed Ragana dock on the vertical edge of the stony ridge. the stillness embracing them dwindled when her ominous voice resounded in the outstretching reach. ''as some may know, some not.'' her irises adjusted at the flock. ''our motherland, is mourning a tremendous loss of sustenance. and, unfortunately, water too,'' it sounded outlandish. ridiculous, nonetheless. ''and, i am in lavish unease that...we would mourn starvation for some time until i have a resolution.'' her voice lost its ground and resonated in the expanse once her vaulted beak clenched. |
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