Unknown enemy (A wolf and horse rp with a twist)

[Canadian Sunfeather]

you can pick there rankings but I would say that the 10 year old wolf might be a Luna if you want it to be and the 13 year old mare would make a good lead mare but really it is up to you to decide there rank.

[Abbster]

alr!!!

[Abbster]

Horse sign up

Name: Firefly

Age: 13

Gender: mare

Breed: appaloosa

Apperance:



Personality: Firefly is passionate, strong, loyal, caring, and helpful.

Backstory: If you know this mare, if you've met her, you would never imagine her past to be what it is. Always gentle and kind, always strong and caring, she seems as though she's had the best life. But this is not true. Firefly was born in a golden June evening. Her mother's name was Nightingale, and her father's was Firefall. But of the latter, she barely met. Even now, only whisps of memory remain, and most were conjured up by her mother's tales of her father. He died of colic barely a month after she was born. This tragedy struck her mother hard, but still the beautiful chestnut appaloosa cared for her daughter, teaching her all she needed to know, and always reminding her what a selfless horse her father had been. The filly's first year was one of sunshine and happiness, the nieve curiosity of a new being. She was always curious about everything, from clouds to the glowing bugs she was named after, and her mother was hard pressed to keep up with answers to the questions. But still, growing up without a father was difficult. She didn't know it herself, but her mother did. So many times she'd dream of her filly and her mate together, building a bond as he taught her how to protect herself, how to use her instincts... but now all was on her shoulders. And she bore it with great seriousness. Firefly never quite comprehended the weight her mother had placed on herself, as of course she was too young. The months passed, winter, spring, and summer again, and heading back into fall. In those months, she began mingling more with the other colts and fillies, and found great joy and levity in their play. She grew to know them all by name and sight... and especially one. A three year old golden buckskin, calm of nature. His name was Bandit, and did not spend a lot of his time near them, and everyone knew why. He was the son of the Lead Stallion, and with his age, came his apprenticeship for the same role himself one day. But still he seemed to always find time at least once a day to meander near the younger yearlings playing, watching them with a warm brown gaze, and sometimes even joining them in their wild games and races. It would have been unnatural for any of the fillies to not notice his striking personality and, yes, even his looks. And Firefly, it is easy to say, was struck. It wasn't so much what he showed on the outside, but the moments she noticed when he thought no one was looking. The way his head would dip as he tried to regain strength for the great role placed on him, the kindness in his eyes when he looked down on his youngest sister, who was just a few months younger than Firefly herself. He was always patient, and never snapped. But now and then, especially as the months rolled onwards towards her second year, she would see flickers of something that could only be described as fear, sadness, uncertainty. She did not know why, but she could see the same coming from her mother now and then. Some rumor was circulating the herd... but she did not bother to find it out. Gossip did not interest her. In her second year, she and her mother spent more time together, and their relationship blossomed. Her mother was her greatest confidante, and her rock of strength and comfort. Nothing bad could happen as long as her mother was there... or so she thought. It was just a month past her third year... when THEY came. Two legged creatures swooped into the valley with loud echoing yells... and the most terrifying of things, they were riding horses. RIDING them. On top of them. Forcing them to go where they wished. The Lead stallion was the first to catch wind of them, and he let out a screaming bugle. Everyone scattered... but Firefly couldn't move. Her eyes could only widen as they rushed closer and closer... and then suddenly her mother was there. "RUN FIREFLY!" She whinnied, shoving her hard with her nose. Firefly stumbled, then picked up a canter, and ran faster than she had ever before. By the time she caught up with the herd and looked back... her mother was gone. She never saw her again. The herd moved after this, heading for the mountainous regions, where those hated two legged creatures could not follow. Bandit, as soon as it was seen that the appaloosa chestnut mare had been taken, had Firefly travel up at the front with him and his parents. So often she would see a concerned look glimmering from his brown eyes as he looked down at her, the intensity of it so great it would bring tears to her eyes. Her heart ached at the loss she felt, but still she moved onwards. Bandit was the only one keeping her stable, without him, she wasn't sure she would have made the trip at all. The coldness of the mountains seemed to settle deep in everyone's bones, but Firefly's especially. Months passed of hard travel, and then suddenly the herd began falling sick. They had traveled through a rocky area, one with no water, and at the first body of water, all had drank without hesitation. But now it was apparent... that water had not been clean. One by one the horses fell ill... and the older horses began passing silently in their sleep. And then... the unthinkable happened. The lead stallion and mare both fell sick. Within a month, they were too weak to move. Bandit saw the signs, but he refused to believe them. A month later... both died. He too, was now an orphan, just like Firefly. The two often sought solace in each other, and as he shakily took on the mantle of Lead Stallion at only the age of 5, she stood by his side. And she never left it. No one questioned her position, as it was obvious. It was late spring by the time they finally reached a new valley, one of safety, and soft grass. And it was here, on the second day, that Bandit confessed his love, and she reciprocated it with much emotion. They poured out their hearts to each other, and when he asked her to be his mate, all she could do was hug him, speechless with love. Life after this began to take on a golden hue. True the sadness of their parents deaths would always follow them, but the joy they felt in each other was more than enough for them both. Yes there were threats, a rogue stallion there, a pack of wolves here, but Bandit was wise despite his young age, and no lives were lost to any such predators in this time. Bandit and Firefly complimented each other perfectly in their leadership, she the gentle caring one, always ready to ask a question if she saw a sad face, always willing to help. He the more serious yet equally as caring stallion, watching the borders with an eagle eye, protecting all in his herd, no matter what. Almost 9 years passed... and suddenly, gloriously, Firefly found she was pregnant! The news was received by Bandit with such joy and love and excitement. An heir! Or so he was wishing for, and she knew it. The months passed, and it was in late fall that she gave birth, much to her mate's absolute joy, to a little golden colt. Together they named him Riptide. And the rest... well you can see it for yourself. 

-I can't take credit for this backstory. This backstory was written by the super talented tenebria.


Mate: Bandit

Any other info: mother to the colt Riptide 

Rank: lead mare

[Abbster]

Sign up (Wolves)

Name: Artic 


Age: 6


Apperance: 




Gender: female 

Backstory: Arctic was born to Eclipse (black female) and Icecube (white) on a sunset day in mid summer. She was the only pup in her parents litter, but that didn't matter. They loved their little Arctic with all their hearts and what Eclipse loved most about her daughter, was that she looked almost identical to her father, besides the little bit of black in her tail tip and around her muzzle. Growing up, Arctic loved to play in leaves as her mother watched her. Her mother was in the role of off duty, as she was nursing a pup at the time, while her father was a strong and loyal hunter. He would return with huge hoppers (rabbits) for her mother to eat for lunch. When Arctic began her training to be a hunter alongside her father, she found herself falling in love with one of the other trainees. She learned that the wolf she loved turned out to be the alpha's son. There was no way he would even notice her....and then she talked to him for the first time, and learned that his name was Drail. Soon enough...Drail became the alpha, which had caused Arctic to feel...sad for some reason. Either way, she was proud of him, and she had noticed herself falling deeper in love with him each day. She still talked to him whenever she could, and finally admitted to loving him...when he said he felt the same way...Arctic felt ecstatic. It was a late winter night, after the pack had eaten dinner, when Arctic was snuggle up beside Drail, and she chose to make the choice of a lifetime. She asked him to be her mate...and to her hope, he said yes. A year past since the two became mates, and Arctic found out the wonderful news that she was pregnant with their pups. When she told her mate, his reaction warmed her heart.

Personality: Artic is a very caring and loyal Luna. She is the type of wolf the pack can go to whenever they need help with something.

Mate: Drail 

Rank: luna

Any other info: pregnant with her first litter of pups with Drail.

[wingfeather]

Hello, if this is still open could I take wolf one and horse four please?

[Abbster]

I believe it is yes

[Abbster]

I’ll add horse one to mine if that’s ok

[Canadian Sunfeather]

Yep I will set it up

[Abbster]

Horse sign up



Name: Bandit


Age: 15 years old 


Gender: stallion


Breed: Quarter Horse x appaloosa


Apperance:





Personality: Bandit is a serious yet caring stallion. He is highly protective of his mate and their colt.


Mate/Crush if any: Mate: Firefly


Backstory: The sun rose over a green glistening valley, glinting off of the crystal blue lake. It's light appeared just as the sound of a new cry echoed out. A small cry. A golden head lifted, large eyes opening and blinking in the sunlight, only for the creature to suddenly let out a high pitched sneeze at the brightness. "Look, Rogue, born with the sun!" a warm yet tired sounding voice breathed. The little colt twisted his head to look up at the two giant creatures before him. Instinctively, he knew who they were. Doing so, he somehow entangled himself in his mother's dark mane, and it spread over his face like a mask. "He's perfect Nashira, our own little Bandit to rule this herd" A deep voice chuckled. That was the day the Lead Stallion got his heir, the golden colt, in both terms. At the beginning, Bandit did not bother with whys or whens or whats. He simply lived, basking in the love of his parents, and the knowledge that each day would come with warm milk and sunny naps. But the months passed, and winter came, a harsh unrelenting force of terror and cold. In that time, he focused on getting warmth. Often snowstorms would encompass the entire valley for weeks on end. It was the harshest winter the herd had ever seen. But then one morning, they awoke to bright sunlight again. For winter cannot last forever. A few months later, the grass began to flourish from beneath the melting snow, the trees beginning to bud. Bandit was nearing his first year, and his awe of the spring coming was something each foal mirrored in that time. To see life spring from the dead of winter was a testament of hope for them all. In the late spring, he became a yearling. His father wished to begin training him immediately for his coming role, but his mother persuaded him to wait. "Let him play,let him learn, let him be young. You know he needs it before he shoulders this responsibility" she said softly to her mate. Rogue gave a reluctant nod. "When he is two then" he said firmly, and that was the end of that. And so, for the next year, Bandit let himself run free. He wasn't necessarily the swiftest colt, but he could hold his own in any race. He was, by far, the strongest, as all the other yearlings learned swiftly from their wrestling matches. Sometimes Bandit would notice his father watching as they played, and some strong urge in him made him work doubly to show his strength. The instinctive desire to make his father proud of him. Winter came once more, but this one was much milder. Spring came once again, and this time, his father was ready to begin. It was just passed the turning of his second year when his father came to him. "Son, it's high time you came on a patrol with me" his father said seriously. Bandit looked up with an eager expression, only to be met by his father's serious gaze. He sobered, and followed his father. That day he spent entirely with his father, as Rogue spoke to him of all the duties he would inherit. He impressed upon the young buckskin the weight of this duty, the importance of it. And in a flash, Bandit truly understood. Someday, he would have to take his fathers place. Someday he would be in charge of all in the herd, and he would have to protect all of his herd mates. When they returned, a new maturity and seriousness glimmered in the colt's eyes. He had grown up. The weeks that passed he spent in hard training, sometimes strenuous physically, sometimes mentally. His memory served him well as he soaked in all his father was teaching him. One evening, in late June, he heard his mother's excited whinny, one he knew well by now. It mildly interested him, but as he had training on the mind, he dropped his head back to grazing. It seemed a new foal had entered their herd. A few weeks passed, and he found himself wandering to where the foals of this new generation were playing. His gaze lit over them as he smiled slightly to himself. That had been him two years ago. How strange to think. As he watched them, he noticed a new filly dancing in the daisys that covered the summer ground. An aura of joy almost seemed to surround her as she let out a playful buck, then took off with surprising speed, chasing another foal about the fields. He smiled at the young joy, then turned as he heard his father whinnying. The evening patrol, and it was his duty to take it. He turned and left. Months passed as the days slipped into autumn, and it was at this time, late in october near the middle of the night, his little sister Nova was born. The moment the little dark bay filly came into the world, he seemed to grow even more mature. He had someone to look out for, someone to protect. For days he minimized his training to spend time with his sister, to teach her how life was in their world. And she grew to adore him for it. Soon time came for her to play with the other foals, and a new nervousness seemed to fill him as he watched her prance around with the other foals. He came to know that feeling was protectiveness. Winter came once more, but he hardly noticed as he was kept busy on patrols, and other training with his father. Spring came again, and he turned the age of three, and his training intensified. The months seemed to pass more swiftly, his days consumed with training, and momentary lapses where he could watch fondly as his sister cavorted about with the other now yearlings. It was one such time in the fall, that his eyes wandered from his sister to the golden filly. He knew her name by this time... Firefly. And how well it befit her. She was so full of life, she almost always seemed to glow. He almost smiled as he watched her, then felt unsettled by this and turned away, heading off on his patrol. Why he moved away... he did not know. But he did. The months slid by once again.... another year.... and he had actually brought up the courage to resume some play with the yearlings, as they always seemed to delight in his presence in their crazy games. And more than once, when he was watching them from a distance, the golden filly, no longer so little, would come and stand by him, glancing up at him now and then. He no longer felt unsettled by her appearance, and soon began conversing with her. Nothing deep, but they both just spoke of life. And slowly... they became quite good friends. Another year passed, and Bandit was now growing into the stallion he was meant to be. Strength shone from his eyes as he surveyed the borders, although an unsettling feeling had begun to weigh down on him. It was one of the atmosphere before the storm... and it was making his father jumpy as well. And then suddenly, the storm broke. Uprights, as his father had told him of, came speeding down from the hills. His father let out the bugle of warning, and they stampeded. They ran for almost an hour, until the yells of the Uprights had faded into the distance, and were no longer heard. Rogue slowed and let the herd slow with him, finally coming to a stop in a well sheltered copse of trees. And then... a wail broke out over the herd. Heartrending, and achingly familiar. Firefly. He ran to her, where she stood staring in disbelief towards the hills they had left. "My Mother" she whispered. And he understood. As much as he could he comforted her. He stood by her as long as she needed it, and he requested permission from his father to allow her to sleep in their family. His mother was more than understanding as she took the little filly in immediately, and Nova was almost sobbing for her friend. As he watched her crumple to the ground beside his sister, letting Nova comfort her, that same feeling he felt when watching his sister play when she was little, welled up in him, but so much stronger now. How he wished he could have stopped this from happening. But he couldn't have. The next few days were spent without travel, just recovering from their losses, as three other horses had been taken as well. And also with the vain hope that any of them would return. But finally, when smoke was seen on the horizon, Rogue called to the herd to move out. And so they moved. It was a treacherous journey, and a long one. That fall was colder than any, and it seemed to hit one young mare more than any of the others. Bandit found himself traveling almost glued to Firefly's side, sheltering her from as much of the wind as he could, and being there for her. Often he would wake to her crying, and they would have long midnight talks, deep talks now. Two weeks they spent with so little water, their tongues would stick to the roofs of their mouths, and his mother took the lead in this time, as all knew mares were better at scenting water than any stallion. And finally she found a small pond. No one questioned anything as all dove their muzzles in and drank, and when they had enough, they continued on their way. And almost immediately... the sickness fell. At first it was just sore stomachs, or sweating. But it got so much worse. Finally they had to stop to care for their ill, and in this time, Bandit was in constant panic that his family would get it, or Firefly would get it. He kept his eyes on the two fillies like a hawk, but was relieved to see that hardly any younger were getting sick. But for the older, it was beginning to seem deadly, as a few passed. Sadness and fear took hold of the herd... even more so when Rogue and Nashira fell drastically ill. One night they were sleeping calmly, and the next morning, they could hardly breathe. A month later, with Bandit, Nova and Firefly laying by them, they silently passed on. Bandit was in shock. He couldn't understand anything. But Firefly could. Somehow she managed to be there for both him and his sister, and their night talks resumed as he would let his guard down, sobbing quietly only to find her beside him, hugging him and soothing him with her gentle words. They stayed where they were for the next two weeks, until reality slapped Bandit in the face. He was the lead stallion now. He was responsible for everyone. And they couldn't stay there. Finding strength from the mare standing by him, he called out for them to move, and they did. It was late spring by the time he saw a glint of green pastures, breaking through to find a well sheltered valley for his herd. The first day was spent in securing the area from predators... but the next... then next he finally got up his courage. Grazing by Firefly in the evening golden hues, he lifted his head... and confessed his deep strong feelings for her. ANd to his utter joy and relief, she reciprocated them with strong emotions, so strong she had tears in her eyes. They talked long that evening, and by the end... he asked her to be his mate. She accepted, and life seemed to burst back into color. The next few weeks were hard, but some of the happiest of his life. He daily thanked his father for teaching him all he had needed to know, and pressing him so hard in his training. Because of this, he was able to think one step ahead of each rogue and predator. And he never had to worry about his herd, not with his mate taking care of them. He was the protector, she was the confidante and solace of the herd. Years passed... golden years. And then, he found out news that made him wonder if this much happiness was even possible. He was going to be a father. He secretly immediately wished for a colt, but he was too happy to really care either way at that moment. The months passed with him becoming increasingly attentive to her every need, letting the other stallions take care of the patrols as he stayed near her. And he was so thankful that he was there when his little golden colt came into the world, looking so much like his mother. "He's perfect, Firefly, our own little golden Riptide to rule over this herd" he said when she looked up at him with shining eyes. Unconsciously, he was echoing his own fathers words.

-I can't take credit for this backstory. This backstory, along with Firefly's backstory was written by the super talented tenebria.


any other info: father to the colt Riptide

Rank: Lead Stallion

[wingfeather]

Wolf sign up:

Name: Drail

Age: 7

Appearance:

Gender: Male

Personality: Drail is a wise and considerate leader, who always puts the needs of his pack first. He is also firm and does not let disobedience slide easily. He is hardly ever one to show affection openly but that does not mean he is not caring or kind.

Backstory: As son of the Alpha, Drail had a lot of expectations to live up to, and this fact made him strong, both bodily and in character. Since he was a pup he and his two brothers were always competing, wether it was who was the better hunter, the fastest runner, or best at fighter, little did they know that they were each vying for the coveted place of Alpha. It did not surprise anyone that Drail eventually came out on top, he was more muscular and athletic than his brothers and this helped in his finally achieving leadership of the pack. He assumed this role after his father died of a terrible attack from a bear. Along the way to becoming Alpha he met his mate, Arctic. He had seen her a couple of times when they were both training to become hunters but he generally kept his distance and focused on his learning and skill building. But one day he talked with her and found that she was quite pleasant. As time wore on he felt their basic friendship grow into something even more intimate, and he found himself throwing glances her way and trying to find ways to go up and talk to her. After a while the question of mating was finally broached, he felt his heart leap for joy when he found out that her feelings matched his, and soon after they became mates. At about a year's pass his lovely female announced that she was pregnant, he could not contain his happiness and excitement, nor the strong pride of being a father.

Mate: Arctic

Rank: Alpha

Any other info: He has a bad scar across his left hind leg that acts up occasionally causing him to have a prominent limp.

[Canadian Sunfeather]

Name: Valor

Age: 8 years 

Gender: Mare

Breed: Appaloosa

Apperance: She is a chestnut few spots appaloosa with a white star and two socks on her left hind leg and right front leg 

Personality: Valor is brave, compassionate, kind, courageous, selfless, strong, loyal and funny

Backstory: Valor was only 3 years old when she left her old herd however it was not without it's dangers as she had to fight mountain lions and stallions who didn't care about mares traveling alone, she then fell in love with a blue eyed bay paint stallion called Archer and got pregnant but sadly due to a birth defect the foal did not survive, leaving Valor heart broken and Archer angry with her because he wanted a foal of his very own, but each time they tried the foal never survived until finally on the last few days she and Archer were togather she gave birth to a healthy colt called Nexus, but unfortunatly Archer was captured by humans before the foal was even born, leaving her and Nexus to wander the land alone searching for any protection, it was a few days before they came across this small herd and waited to be accepted by the lead mare and stallion.

Mate: Open!

Former mate: Archer (He was captured by humans and will probaly never see Valor again)

Any other info: Nexus is a bay Pintaloosa foal and is not yet old enough to leave Valor 

Rank: Herd mares

[wingfeather]

Horse sign up:

Name: Britz

Age: 2 years 4 months

Gender: male

Appearance:

Personality: Britz is an adventurer, never does he stay in one place for more than a few minuets if he can help it! Being a curious and inquisitive horse he is interested in anything new and has very few fears. He is a generally friendly colt but is very reserved.

Mate/crush if any: Open

Any other info: none atm

Rank: Young mares and stallions (Filles and colts)

[Abbster]

Horse sign up

Name: Nexus 


Age: 4 weeks 


Gender: colt 


Breed: Pintaloosa (half pinto, half appaloosa) 


Apperance:


Personality: Nexus is a very shy colt, who is glued to his mothers side. He doesn't like the idea of leaving her, and he always stays beside her no matter what.

Backstory: Nexus was born a few days after his father was taken by humans. He has never gotten to know him, and the idea of having a father never really applied to him as he was so young. He is absolutely glued to his mothers side, as he is so young. He is quite the shy little colt, but once he warms up to other horses, he'll be ok. His mother has always told him that eventually he will have to go play with the Riptide, the lead mare and stallions young colt, but Nexus just shakes his head and refuses the idea anyway. He is glued to his mother because he feels that if he leaves her, even for a moment that when he goes back she'll be gone. He is such a small and young little colt that he just doesn't understand that being in a herd means being safe.

Mother: Valor

Father (never met): Archer


Mate/Crush if any: absolutely not. WAY not young.


Any other info: You'll never see him leave his mother's side


Rank: Colts and Fillies 

[wingfeather]

Would it be alright if I reserve wolf 4?

[Canadian Sunfeather]

Sure