Post by FireThorne on Feb 4, 2007 0:24:31 GMT -5
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Character
Name: Kheron (Kerr-ron)
Rank: Candidate
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Origin: Monaco Bay Hold
Appearance: Still a young man, Kheron is just beginning to grow into his full form, reaching a nice height of 5'7" which indicates he will be a tall man when he matures. He has a good, solid body, and though he is far from burly or lanky he is hovering right in the middle, rather simply trim and fit. His arms are leanly muscular, showing a heathy amount of strength in his biceps and forearms, and his hands are large and deft. He still has plenty of growing to do, and if he continues in his current lifestyle is sure to be a strong and capable man. Kheron is also tanned from his days out in the Southern sun, and because he spent most of his time atop a runner or working with other animals he is a light brown. He still looks like a boy to men’s eyes, but his youthful appearance belies an inner strength.
That inward determination is rather visible, however, if you look at his eyes. They are a light brown, nearly amber, with a strong, intent expression in them that will tell you of his iron will. Those eyes are steady, even, and can appear almost steely at times, for he is determined and driven. His hair is also a deep, honey brown, with just a touch of red to break up the monotony of such a common hue. It is a good length of about two inches, which is left to hang around his face and fall around his ears in an almost wild, yet magnetic way. Kheron’s face is still that of a boy with no squared jaw or handsome features, but he does have an attractive face that is strong and calm. His expression is usually gentle but self-assured, for although he is a kind boy he can very easily handle himself. He walks in quite the same manner as well, with a long, purposeful stride that allows him to keep pace with grown men. He never slouches.
He looks good in almost any color. His brown hair and amber eyes are accented well by green, brown, red, blue, and many others, but since his favorite color is green, that is what you will usually see him in. His boots are heavy and thick, since he spends his days among beasts with large legs and thick hooves, they provide some protection in the instance one of the animals spook and steps on him. Kheron favors simple shirts that fit him well and do not hinder his movements. Courtesy of his lean, trim body he cuts a straight, elegant picture in his stark shirt and pants. A sturdy belt crosses his chest, which holds his quiver fast to his back, and his bow is never far from his hand. In the habit of professional archers, he wears a wherhide bracer on his bow arm, his left, and a tab on his drawing hand, his right. There is one long, white puckered scar on his left forearm, a reminder of his childhood, and various other scars on his arms from runner bites and the like.
Family:
Father: Ivar (41) A sailor from Monaco Bay, he works on the fishing vessel Silvertide. He is an amiable fellow, but he is also very stubborn. He is an extremely adept sailor, and has been recently promoted to first mate. His tousled brown hair has been inherited by both of his sons, but his vivid blue eyes are his alone. He is very burly and strong, his muscles hard and corded from turns of very hard labor. His hands are scarred and rough, having been wounded from hooks and knives.
Mother: Kiuma (36) A woman of beauty, her blonde hair and amber eyes drew more than a few men to her when she was young. However, her marriage to Ivar had been promised by her parents as a way to seal a business deal. Her sons have inherited her eyes. She is slightly cool and aloof, though you would never hear it from her husband, for her adores her more than anything. She pretty much gets her way about the house, too. She was a good mother, though, providing her children with a stern hand but everything they needed. She taught them manners and respect.
Brother: Iveron (19) Remarkably similar to his brother in appearance, he has the same honey-brown hair, but the red is more prominent. His eyes, though, are exactly the same, a light, nearly amber brown. However, whereas Kheron is calm and dependable, his brother is far more volatile and easily angered. He also received his father’s stubbornness, a quality he and his brother share. He is also a sailor on the Silvertide.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: Working with Conner has bred several good qualities into the boy, giving him a fine, solid personality. The first thing one learns when working with animals is patience, and Kheron has plenty. The obstinate herdbeasts and other creatures have taught him to be tolerant and gentle, which is the manner he has adopted with other people as well. Yet at the same time, he also learned determination, for one must have an unrelenting resolve to hold out against those irritating beasts. He is extremely indomitable and unwavering, and once he sets himself to something he does it. In all actuality, he is stubborn as a draybeast, putting his shoulder to the door and shoving with all he has in him. He may seem quiet and mild, but do not let him fool you. Under that calm exterior is an iron will that will not be shaken.
As he has proven upon several occurrences under extreme circumstances, he is also exceptionally calm under pressure. Kheron is steely, and can think logically even under the most demanding of conditions. Once, during a feline attack on the herd and Riona, he stayed cool and steered Calan straight towards the creature, landing an arrow right between it’s eyes. Conner’s exercises drilled this into him. This makes him seem brave, but it is more than that. It is a mastery over fear. He is very resolute.
Kheron is also rather kind, for he is composed and easygoing. He is actually a bit quiet and reserved, becoming more like his mother as he matures, but unlike her is not aloof and cold. He is a nice guy with a gentle demeanor that belies the stubbornness and cool mind that surfaces when he has need of them. Because of this, however, some consider him to be too rigid and forward, and he is not very successful with the ladies. Although it bothers him little, for he truly does not care for flirtations and the like. He prefers to spend his time outdoors on a cattledrive, or taking a ride with Riona. She is the single female that holds his interest. He is not the brazen sort.
At first impression, Kheron may appear to be a simple, nice guy with an amiable personality and a soft voice. He is. However, do not make the mistake of thinking he is going to let you shove him down and walk all over him. He has an inner strength that is not to be trifled with.
Hobbies/Skills: He’s a wrangler, that’s for sure, with a talent for working with beasts that is surpassed by few journeyman beastcrafters. Roping and cutting comes so naturally to him that he handles a runner like a dragon can the air. Kheron likes to take his runner, Calan, out for rides whenever Conner has no need of his talents, and just enjoys everything about the animals and working with them. He has a little skill with the bow as well, since Conner also taught him how to shoot from runnerback. The beastcrafter always said that was the best way to kill a wild animal attacking your herd. In all actuality, he is a fairly decent shot, a rather skilled marksman upon Calan’s back due to several training sessions with his mentor.
Pets: None yet.
History: Born to a sailor named Ivar in Monaco Bay Hold, Kheron’s first memories were of the ocean. His father made a good living off those waters, spending many sevendays at a time upon a grand ship, and Kheron and his brother played on the beaches when he was young. He has very fond memories of Monaco that will never be forgotten. His mother Kiuma was a kind yet stern woman, and always seemed a bit aloof to her child. This never bothered the boy, however, as he and his brother Iveron were always adventuring about and were far too busy playing to notice. He found his own amount of trouble as a child, but never anything too serious, and overall he had the good graces of everyone about him. Aside from the occasional fight with a fellow boy that accompanied he and Iveron on their daily ventures, he had simple chores to occupy his time and plenty of other sailor’s whelps to play with. However, it was not long until he was bored with the same flat routine every day, and so set out to find himself something to occupy his time.
At the age of eleven turns, he discovered the local beastcrafter, and was immediately enthralled by the man’s world. Journeyman Conner was a kind but brisk man, and he allowed the boy to assist him with the runner and herdbeast care. Kheron could not have been more pleased with this, and set himself fully to the task of learning all he could about the beastcraft. It was not too much later that Conner discovered the boy was actually a diamond in the rough. He had a knack for working with animals, it seemed, and it did not take Conner long to seek out Kiuma and procure the boy for his unofficial ‘apprentice.’ Along with the Journeyman’s daughter, Riona, he grew under the man’s tutelage and at fourteen turns he looked to a runner’s back for his next challenge. The beast gave him enough trouble, that is for sure, and he still sports the scar on his left forearm from that rather ugly fall. However, he refused to give up, and before long he was an expert at riding runners. Conner set him to the task of rounding up the herdbeasts after they had finished grazing, and the boy decided that he liked being a wrangler. It was fun, not to mention demanding to stay atop the galloping runner while steering him just as he forced the dense herdbeasts towards the barn. Roping, cutting, and riding was all he knew.
The boy also grew rather close to Riona during the turns he spent working with Conner, and it was not too long after he began wrangling that she spent a rather healthy amount of time with him. However, the love he felt for her was not romantic, but a kind of platonic caring, much like a sister. It is not known how she felt in return. That aside, there is no doubt the two of them were close, or more like inseparable, and they were very good at what they did. Kheron loved his life, simple though it was, and he even considered that he and Riona might one day become lovers rather then just companions. They two of them made an excellent roping pair, and it is doubtless they would have made a handsome couple as well. Iveron was constantly nagging at his brother through the course of these three turns, always berating him for giving Conner more of his loyalty than he did their father. He, in turn, argued that Ivar would want his children to take to an occupation that suited them and they enjoyed. In reality, the other boy was simply jealous that the beastcrafter was so fond of Kheron, and that he was gathering a reputation for being one of the best riders Monaco could boast. It got under Iveron’s skin that his younger brother was so well-known.
Journeyman Conner surprised the boy on his fifteenth birthday by presenting him with his own runnerbeast, a sixteen-hand stud as white as the foam on the ocean’s waves. Kheron bestowed the name of Calan upon the animal, and it was not long before they worked as a fluid pair. Calan responded so quickly to the smallest of signals from his rider the signs were too minute for anyone watching them to notice. To an audience, it seemed the runner responded to his rider’s thoughts rather than physical gestures. Riona was thrilled with this, of course, and she spent many of her evenings going on rides with him. A few sevendays after his birthday, Conner amazed him further by giving him a bow and ordering the boy to saddle Calan. Kheron did so, and was floored when the beastcrafter announced that he would be learning how to shoot from runnerback. There were several targets set about the field the herdbeasts usually grazed in, and he was told to trot past each, slowly, and try to hit the mark. His first attempts were pathetic. However, as he progressed, the exercises became more complicated, and he had to gallop past the marks and hit the center circle, or he had to wait until he was almost past the mark before be could nock his arrow and aim to fire. The instruction of Conner took his archery skills to rather impressive levels.
In the more recent turns, Kheron has continued to grow more talented in beastcrafting, and has learned quite a bit of knowledge from his mentor. Of course, Conner has never really taken him on as an official apprentice, but he still treats the boy as his own son. Ivar, for his part, is very proud of him and holds no grudges that he did not take to sailing like his father. His archery skills have improved as well, and he and Calan are a well-paired wrangling team. Iveron is now sailing on the Silvertide with his father, but he has never really forgiven his brother for taking up so well with Conner and especially Riona. However, Kheron heeds him little, and spends his days upon Calan’s back working the herdbeasts with Conner and his daughter.
In just the recent turn, bronzerider F'dan led a half wing on Search about Monaco Bay, and a blue sensed the boy's presence as he was out in the field working the cattle. Given the choice to become a candidate, the wrangled accepted, and after a merry party thrown in his honor by Conner and his parents, Kheron was taken to Ponaa. He stood at his first hatching and did not Impress, but that has not deterred him. He has always been the stubborn sort, after all....
Color Preference: Bronze/Brown
Sample RP:
Kheron surveyed the pasture before him, one hand shielding his eyes from the bright Southern sun, and his other holding Calan’s reins with practiced ease. He checked the runner, and the white animal slowed from his long, ground-eating run to a far more steady canter. The pair circled the field one last time, then made their way back to the barn. Conner stood at the gate, leaning on the railing casually. Riona sat on her runner next to her father, the palomino standing patiently though her ears pricked forward at Calan’s arrival. He grinned as he approached, swiping his hand across his brow to dry the sweat. It had been a hard, yet satisfying day.
“All of ‘em up?” Conner asked, straightening to work out a few kinks in his back. He had spent the day branding some calves, and bending over so much had put an unwelcome strain on his back. He felt most alive, however, when he had work to do. It was what he lived for.
“Yep. I noticed a few feline tracks towards the west fence, though, so you might want to put out a guard tonight.” Kheron squeezed his knees inward, and his runner trotted forward, his ears now pricked and his neck arching a bit. He knew it was the end of the workday, and he would soon be fed and bedded down for the night. The rider steered Calan a bit to the side and patted his neck affectionately, allowing Riona to urge her runner, Ley, beside him.
“Felines are getting braver. They never used to come so close to the barn.” She said softly, looking worriedly over her shoulder to the west. Ley seemed to pick up on her rider’s anxiety and became fidgety, and Kheron reached out, putting a steady hand on the palomino’s reins. Riona looked ashamed. “I never used to let myself get this nervous around her. I guess I must be thinking about that attack last turn…”
Kheron’s brows knit together at that, a scowl marring his face. He knew far too well how that must have embedded itself in her mind. Summer of last turn, they had been working the herd in the back fields instead of the pastures closer to the barn, giving that grass some time to heal itself from the pounding hooves. If they did not rotate fields, the cattle would quickly ruin them. He had taken Calan to the far side of the pasture to herd a few of the calves back towards the rest, for they were preparing to round them up and drive them back to the barn for the day. While he was gone, a feline had darted from the forest, tearing towards Riona and the animals. Ley had reared violently, a squeal tearing loose from her mouth as the feline launched itself at her haunches. The girl, however, thought quickly, and jerked violently on the reins, causing both runner and rider to tumble to the ground. She pulled her foot from the stirrup just as the palomino landed on her side, and the feline sailed over both of them.
The herd had panicked, running wild-eyed in every direction, and Riona rolled out of the way, frantically pulling Ley’s reins so the runner would get to her feet. The feline whirled, spitting mad, and darted back toward her and her runner. The girl cried out, but a herdbeast slammed into the animal in it’s panic, and the tawny creature went sprawling. It rolled to it’s feet, but before it could make another movement an arrow was embedded in it’s forehead. Another followed suit in it’s side. The feline went limp, and Kheron galloped up beside her, leaping to the ground before Calan could properly stop. The white runner, however, was calm. He was also cool even when faced with fear. The boy, on the other hand, was looking over Riona wordlessly, searching for wounds, but a few bruises where she fell were the only injuries he could find. Before he could speak, however, she threw her arms around him and cried, and he held her without a word. What could he say?
Ley had been meticulously checked over twice for injuries, Kheron remembered, coming back into the present. Riona had done the smartest thing she could have, even though she had been ashamed of herself since. “I’ll camp out tonight and watch over the barn.” He promised her, releasing the palomino’s reins. They dismounted and removed the runner’s tack, placing their saddles and bridles in the barn and hanging the saddlepads up to dry from the sweat. “If they don’t show tonight, I wouldn’t be too worried. I can kill them.” He said softly, and the girl smiled at him, placing a hand on his arm.
“I know. I trust you.”
((I removed the firelizard. I don't feel him with a pet yet.))
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Character
Name: Kheron (Kerr-ron)
Rank: Candidate
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Origin: Monaco Bay Hold
Appearance: Still a young man, Kheron is just beginning to grow into his full form, reaching a nice height of 5'7" which indicates he will be a tall man when he matures. He has a good, solid body, and though he is far from burly or lanky he is hovering right in the middle, rather simply trim and fit. His arms are leanly muscular, showing a heathy amount of strength in his biceps and forearms, and his hands are large and deft. He still has plenty of growing to do, and if he continues in his current lifestyle is sure to be a strong and capable man. Kheron is also tanned from his days out in the Southern sun, and because he spent most of his time atop a runner or working with other animals he is a light brown. He still looks like a boy to men’s eyes, but his youthful appearance belies an inner strength.
That inward determination is rather visible, however, if you look at his eyes. They are a light brown, nearly amber, with a strong, intent expression in them that will tell you of his iron will. Those eyes are steady, even, and can appear almost steely at times, for he is determined and driven. His hair is also a deep, honey brown, with just a touch of red to break up the monotony of such a common hue. It is a good length of about two inches, which is left to hang around his face and fall around his ears in an almost wild, yet magnetic way. Kheron’s face is still that of a boy with no squared jaw or handsome features, but he does have an attractive face that is strong and calm. His expression is usually gentle but self-assured, for although he is a kind boy he can very easily handle himself. He walks in quite the same manner as well, with a long, purposeful stride that allows him to keep pace with grown men. He never slouches.
He looks good in almost any color. His brown hair and amber eyes are accented well by green, brown, red, blue, and many others, but since his favorite color is green, that is what you will usually see him in. His boots are heavy and thick, since he spends his days among beasts with large legs and thick hooves, they provide some protection in the instance one of the animals spook and steps on him. Kheron favors simple shirts that fit him well and do not hinder his movements. Courtesy of his lean, trim body he cuts a straight, elegant picture in his stark shirt and pants. A sturdy belt crosses his chest, which holds his quiver fast to his back, and his bow is never far from his hand. In the habit of professional archers, he wears a wherhide bracer on his bow arm, his left, and a tab on his drawing hand, his right. There is one long, white puckered scar on his left forearm, a reminder of his childhood, and various other scars on his arms from runner bites and the like.
Family:
Father: Ivar (41) A sailor from Monaco Bay, he works on the fishing vessel Silvertide. He is an amiable fellow, but he is also very stubborn. He is an extremely adept sailor, and has been recently promoted to first mate. His tousled brown hair has been inherited by both of his sons, but his vivid blue eyes are his alone. He is very burly and strong, his muscles hard and corded from turns of very hard labor. His hands are scarred and rough, having been wounded from hooks and knives.
Mother: Kiuma (36) A woman of beauty, her blonde hair and amber eyes drew more than a few men to her when she was young. However, her marriage to Ivar had been promised by her parents as a way to seal a business deal. Her sons have inherited her eyes. She is slightly cool and aloof, though you would never hear it from her husband, for her adores her more than anything. She pretty much gets her way about the house, too. She was a good mother, though, providing her children with a stern hand but everything they needed. She taught them manners and respect.
Brother: Iveron (19) Remarkably similar to his brother in appearance, he has the same honey-brown hair, but the red is more prominent. His eyes, though, are exactly the same, a light, nearly amber brown. However, whereas Kheron is calm and dependable, his brother is far more volatile and easily angered. He also received his father’s stubbornness, a quality he and his brother share. He is also a sailor on the Silvertide.
Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: Working with Conner has bred several good qualities into the boy, giving him a fine, solid personality. The first thing one learns when working with animals is patience, and Kheron has plenty. The obstinate herdbeasts and other creatures have taught him to be tolerant and gentle, which is the manner he has adopted with other people as well. Yet at the same time, he also learned determination, for one must have an unrelenting resolve to hold out against those irritating beasts. He is extremely indomitable and unwavering, and once he sets himself to something he does it. In all actuality, he is stubborn as a draybeast, putting his shoulder to the door and shoving with all he has in him. He may seem quiet and mild, but do not let him fool you. Under that calm exterior is an iron will that will not be shaken.
As he has proven upon several occurrences under extreme circumstances, he is also exceptionally calm under pressure. Kheron is steely, and can think logically even under the most demanding of conditions. Once, during a feline attack on the herd and Riona, he stayed cool and steered Calan straight towards the creature, landing an arrow right between it’s eyes. Conner’s exercises drilled this into him. This makes him seem brave, but it is more than that. It is a mastery over fear. He is very resolute.
Kheron is also rather kind, for he is composed and easygoing. He is actually a bit quiet and reserved, becoming more like his mother as he matures, but unlike her is not aloof and cold. He is a nice guy with a gentle demeanor that belies the stubbornness and cool mind that surfaces when he has need of them. Because of this, however, some consider him to be too rigid and forward, and he is not very successful with the ladies. Although it bothers him little, for he truly does not care for flirtations and the like. He prefers to spend his time outdoors on a cattledrive, or taking a ride with Riona. She is the single female that holds his interest. He is not the brazen sort.
At first impression, Kheron may appear to be a simple, nice guy with an amiable personality and a soft voice. He is. However, do not make the mistake of thinking he is going to let you shove him down and walk all over him. He has an inner strength that is not to be trifled with.
Hobbies/Skills: He’s a wrangler, that’s for sure, with a talent for working with beasts that is surpassed by few journeyman beastcrafters. Roping and cutting comes so naturally to him that he handles a runner like a dragon can the air. Kheron likes to take his runner, Calan, out for rides whenever Conner has no need of his talents, and just enjoys everything about the animals and working with them. He has a little skill with the bow as well, since Conner also taught him how to shoot from runnerback. The beastcrafter always said that was the best way to kill a wild animal attacking your herd. In all actuality, he is a fairly decent shot, a rather skilled marksman upon Calan’s back due to several training sessions with his mentor.
Pets: None yet.
History: Born to a sailor named Ivar in Monaco Bay Hold, Kheron’s first memories were of the ocean. His father made a good living off those waters, spending many sevendays at a time upon a grand ship, and Kheron and his brother played on the beaches when he was young. He has very fond memories of Monaco that will never be forgotten. His mother Kiuma was a kind yet stern woman, and always seemed a bit aloof to her child. This never bothered the boy, however, as he and his brother Iveron were always adventuring about and were far too busy playing to notice. He found his own amount of trouble as a child, but never anything too serious, and overall he had the good graces of everyone about him. Aside from the occasional fight with a fellow boy that accompanied he and Iveron on their daily ventures, he had simple chores to occupy his time and plenty of other sailor’s whelps to play with. However, it was not long until he was bored with the same flat routine every day, and so set out to find himself something to occupy his time.
At the age of eleven turns, he discovered the local beastcrafter, and was immediately enthralled by the man’s world. Journeyman Conner was a kind but brisk man, and he allowed the boy to assist him with the runner and herdbeast care. Kheron could not have been more pleased with this, and set himself fully to the task of learning all he could about the beastcraft. It was not too much later that Conner discovered the boy was actually a diamond in the rough. He had a knack for working with animals, it seemed, and it did not take Conner long to seek out Kiuma and procure the boy for his unofficial ‘apprentice.’ Along with the Journeyman’s daughter, Riona, he grew under the man’s tutelage and at fourteen turns he looked to a runner’s back for his next challenge. The beast gave him enough trouble, that is for sure, and he still sports the scar on his left forearm from that rather ugly fall. However, he refused to give up, and before long he was an expert at riding runners. Conner set him to the task of rounding up the herdbeasts after they had finished grazing, and the boy decided that he liked being a wrangler. It was fun, not to mention demanding to stay atop the galloping runner while steering him just as he forced the dense herdbeasts towards the barn. Roping, cutting, and riding was all he knew.
The boy also grew rather close to Riona during the turns he spent working with Conner, and it was not too long after he began wrangling that she spent a rather healthy amount of time with him. However, the love he felt for her was not romantic, but a kind of platonic caring, much like a sister. It is not known how she felt in return. That aside, there is no doubt the two of them were close, or more like inseparable, and they were very good at what they did. Kheron loved his life, simple though it was, and he even considered that he and Riona might one day become lovers rather then just companions. They two of them made an excellent roping pair, and it is doubtless they would have made a handsome couple as well. Iveron was constantly nagging at his brother through the course of these three turns, always berating him for giving Conner more of his loyalty than he did their father. He, in turn, argued that Ivar would want his children to take to an occupation that suited them and they enjoyed. In reality, the other boy was simply jealous that the beastcrafter was so fond of Kheron, and that he was gathering a reputation for being one of the best riders Monaco could boast. It got under Iveron’s skin that his younger brother was so well-known.
Journeyman Conner surprised the boy on his fifteenth birthday by presenting him with his own runnerbeast, a sixteen-hand stud as white as the foam on the ocean’s waves. Kheron bestowed the name of Calan upon the animal, and it was not long before they worked as a fluid pair. Calan responded so quickly to the smallest of signals from his rider the signs were too minute for anyone watching them to notice. To an audience, it seemed the runner responded to his rider’s thoughts rather than physical gestures. Riona was thrilled with this, of course, and she spent many of her evenings going on rides with him. A few sevendays after his birthday, Conner amazed him further by giving him a bow and ordering the boy to saddle Calan. Kheron did so, and was floored when the beastcrafter announced that he would be learning how to shoot from runnerback. There were several targets set about the field the herdbeasts usually grazed in, and he was told to trot past each, slowly, and try to hit the mark. His first attempts were pathetic. However, as he progressed, the exercises became more complicated, and he had to gallop past the marks and hit the center circle, or he had to wait until he was almost past the mark before be could nock his arrow and aim to fire. The instruction of Conner took his archery skills to rather impressive levels.
In the more recent turns, Kheron has continued to grow more talented in beastcrafting, and has learned quite a bit of knowledge from his mentor. Of course, Conner has never really taken him on as an official apprentice, but he still treats the boy as his own son. Ivar, for his part, is very proud of him and holds no grudges that he did not take to sailing like his father. His archery skills have improved as well, and he and Calan are a well-paired wrangling team. Iveron is now sailing on the Silvertide with his father, but he has never really forgiven his brother for taking up so well with Conner and especially Riona. However, Kheron heeds him little, and spends his days upon Calan’s back working the herdbeasts with Conner and his daughter.
In just the recent turn, bronzerider F'dan led a half wing on Search about Monaco Bay, and a blue sensed the boy's presence as he was out in the field working the cattle. Given the choice to become a candidate, the wrangled accepted, and after a merry party thrown in his honor by Conner and his parents, Kheron was taken to Ponaa. He stood at his first hatching and did not Impress, but that has not deterred him. He has always been the stubborn sort, after all....
Color Preference: Bronze/Brown
Sample RP:
Kheron surveyed the pasture before him, one hand shielding his eyes from the bright Southern sun, and his other holding Calan’s reins with practiced ease. He checked the runner, and the white animal slowed from his long, ground-eating run to a far more steady canter. The pair circled the field one last time, then made their way back to the barn. Conner stood at the gate, leaning on the railing casually. Riona sat on her runner next to her father, the palomino standing patiently though her ears pricked forward at Calan’s arrival. He grinned as he approached, swiping his hand across his brow to dry the sweat. It had been a hard, yet satisfying day.
“All of ‘em up?” Conner asked, straightening to work out a few kinks in his back. He had spent the day branding some calves, and bending over so much had put an unwelcome strain on his back. He felt most alive, however, when he had work to do. It was what he lived for.
“Yep. I noticed a few feline tracks towards the west fence, though, so you might want to put out a guard tonight.” Kheron squeezed his knees inward, and his runner trotted forward, his ears now pricked and his neck arching a bit. He knew it was the end of the workday, and he would soon be fed and bedded down for the night. The rider steered Calan a bit to the side and patted his neck affectionately, allowing Riona to urge her runner, Ley, beside him.
“Felines are getting braver. They never used to come so close to the barn.” She said softly, looking worriedly over her shoulder to the west. Ley seemed to pick up on her rider’s anxiety and became fidgety, and Kheron reached out, putting a steady hand on the palomino’s reins. Riona looked ashamed. “I never used to let myself get this nervous around her. I guess I must be thinking about that attack last turn…”
Kheron’s brows knit together at that, a scowl marring his face. He knew far too well how that must have embedded itself in her mind. Summer of last turn, they had been working the herd in the back fields instead of the pastures closer to the barn, giving that grass some time to heal itself from the pounding hooves. If they did not rotate fields, the cattle would quickly ruin them. He had taken Calan to the far side of the pasture to herd a few of the calves back towards the rest, for they were preparing to round them up and drive them back to the barn for the day. While he was gone, a feline had darted from the forest, tearing towards Riona and the animals. Ley had reared violently, a squeal tearing loose from her mouth as the feline launched itself at her haunches. The girl, however, thought quickly, and jerked violently on the reins, causing both runner and rider to tumble to the ground. She pulled her foot from the stirrup just as the palomino landed on her side, and the feline sailed over both of them.
The herd had panicked, running wild-eyed in every direction, and Riona rolled out of the way, frantically pulling Ley’s reins so the runner would get to her feet. The feline whirled, spitting mad, and darted back toward her and her runner. The girl cried out, but a herdbeast slammed into the animal in it’s panic, and the tawny creature went sprawling. It rolled to it’s feet, but before it could make another movement an arrow was embedded in it’s forehead. Another followed suit in it’s side. The feline went limp, and Kheron galloped up beside her, leaping to the ground before Calan could properly stop. The white runner, however, was calm. He was also cool even when faced with fear. The boy, on the other hand, was looking over Riona wordlessly, searching for wounds, but a few bruises where she fell were the only injuries he could find. Before he could speak, however, she threw her arms around him and cried, and he held her without a word. What could he say?
Ley had been meticulously checked over twice for injuries, Kheron remembered, coming back into the present. Riona had done the smartest thing she could have, even though she had been ashamed of herself since. “I’ll camp out tonight and watch over the barn.” He promised her, releasing the palomino’s reins. They dismounted and removed the runner’s tack, placing their saddles and bridles in the barn and hanging the saddlepads up to dry from the sweat. “If they don’t show tonight, I wouldn’t be too worried. I can kill them.” He said softly, and the girl smiled at him, placing a hand on his arm.
“I know. I trust you.”
((I removed the firelizard. I don't feel him with a pet yet.))
