PRESERVER COLORIST maxx OBTAINED breeding PERSONALITY When food supplies ran scarce, the tribe began to panic. It was still a few weeks until the first thaw; there were no more winter plants, and spring had not yet passed by to leave new growth in its wake. Winter-born foals were beginning to look thinner and paler, and that was something that one childless doe could not stand. For some time she had been considered uninteresting, unremarkable, and somewhat selfish, always keeping the best food for herself and making sure she got the lion's share of everything. When the tribe was just shy of panicking over food and the first foal lay down and never got up again, the totoma doe seemingly had a change of heart -- leading the tribe to a small concealed cave in which she had stored plenty of early and mid-winter plants, berries, tree bark and mushrooms, all lovingly preserved in snow. For this selfless act, the tribe began to call her Preserver, as much for the food as for keeping the tribe alive. LOOKING FOR Open to breedings with either gender.
HYSTERIA COLORIST blue OBTAINED breeding PERSONALITY Adept at sliding into conversations using her natural charm and physical grace, but there's a gleam in her eye at all times and every conversation tends to turn down a dark(er) path. A doomsayer. LOOKING FOR Open to breedings with either gender.
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LEARNING TO FLY COLORIST amorpheous OBTAINED breeding PERSONALITY Patient and determined, but an eternal pessimist. It takes him many tries to get things right, and though he does eventually succeed, it's never quick enough. LOOKING FOR Open to breedings with either gender.
WATER OPAL COLORIST blue OBTAINED breeding PERSONALITY Something is shining, down below, in the water. She can barely see it through the ripples the wind makes in the pool, and the spangles that the moonlight sends dancing over its surface, but it's there, and it beckons her. The pool is dark, and she's still young; she's only just begun to wander knee-deep in the river, but nothing has ever taunted her, called to her, like the shining thing on the bottom of the pond.
Seconds later she dives in, streams of bubbles escaping from her nose and mouth and legs paddling strongly. By the time she reaches the bottom her lungs burn and she feels as though she might burst. But the shining stone flickers through the weeds and mud in front of her, reflecting in her eyes.
She surfaces with the shining, scintillating thing in her mouth: a water opal, the same colors as her sodden coat, reflecting the moon in the sky in all its facets. LOOKING FOR Open to breedings with either gender.
