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+ 33 Teir for Kanu.
IM SO SORRY IF YOUR HORSE IS NOT DOING THE RIGHT THING/IN THE RIGHT POSITION AS THEY ARE IN THE ROLEPLAY. I MADE UP THE POSES BEFORE EVERYONE HAD POSTED A WHILE AGO.

RP Image from The Vote

[Story-

Moiraggh:
Again and again, the bellowing voices of the rest of the herd echoed in the mare's skull. The chaos and desperation were taking a good grip on the herd, and that was something she couldn't stand- chaos. She wanted to keep her mind organized. There was a situation- a captive leader, a confused herd and a war declaration. There were also choices to make... choices that could determine what became of her, but that for now only brough uncertainty of the future.

An uncertain future. Her knees shook just by thinking what could happen to her herd -her family- if they all took the wrong path. Her nerves had taken over her mind long ago, since all this ruckus had begun, and the realisation that she could actually be in serious danger hit her hard. There she stood right now- squished between some herdmates, listening to the decaying melody that the arguing voices ahead of her made. Almost trebmling, she stood close to those she trusted, and listened. But she had things to say, things to declare- and she couldn't bring herself to it. What if she was wrong, not the herd?

Ragh was torn in two.

A hard but subtle new voice joined the others- but this one shut the rest up.

'Exiles' it called. 'Greetings from an old friend, now returned.'

And with that, Moirragh completely shut her mind down. This was way too much to take.

Adair:
Adair watched the unfolding event in silence, his jaw clenched tightly and a grave look on his face. The herd was debating what to do, after that horrid leader of the accursed Bachelors came and took the Exile's own leader. Adair had overheard that there was an agreement that they would no longer take any mares or colts captive as long as Cael was held captive, but the large stallion did not believe that the agreement would hold out for long; creatures such as the Bachelors were certainly not honorable folk.
And not only that, but apparently a war had been declared between the Bachelors and Olde.
Adair tossed his head slighltly, moving his thick forelock that was blocking his vision in one eye. He continued listening to the chaos in silence, no matter how much he wanted to voice his opinion. He frowned as he heard one of the herd members cry that the should return to the Southern Isles-- what used to be their home.
'Home..' Adair thought. He wanted nothing more than to return home, but was was there for the herd? Nothing! No, returning home was not an option; the last thing Adair wanted was to see his little brother die of thirst or starvation. Siding with the Bachelors definitely was not an option; Adair would have rather thrown himself off of a cliff than to stay under that barbaric herd's rule. That only left the Exiles their last option: to turn to Olde and side with them.

"Exiles, greetings from an old friend, now returned." Adair turned his head towards the sound of the voice, his ears flicked forward. He saw a chimera horse, whom he assumed was a mare from the pitch of her voice, standing atop a hill the looked out over the small patch of land that the Exiles were on. He narrowed his eyes at her; he certainly didn't recognize her. Perhaps she was with the herd before Adair and his sibling had stumbled across to the Exiles...?

Rae:
Rae stood at the back of the group. She was thinking of her opinion but it wasn't so easy. She knew she wanted to be with Ace, the only horse who had ever truly cared for her; but he was in the Bachelor herd. A herd of savages. Then again, they could go to Olde. Surely, there would be shelter and food there. Her ribs ached at the thought of food. She hadn't had a good graze in what felt like months. Her stomach still felt like it was filled with soot and ash, inhaled in the fire. The fire that had killed what was now, their only chance. Khala. The chimera mare had been a strong support to the herd but ever since the great fire, she had been unseen to any of the herd horses. Most believed she'd been burned to a crisp in the great fire which stripped the land of its nutrition. But now, she prayed to the unicorns (no matter if she beleived in them or not) that someone, Khala or not, would come to their rescue.

Rae was snapped out of her thoughts at a strong, familiar voice. "Exiles." It spoke. "Greetings from an old friend, now returned." Everyone's head turned in disbelief. Could it be...?

Alduin:
Alduin stood in the back of the gathering group, father away from any of the horses bickering away. His ears pinned back to his neck, eyes wide and nose flared. Alduin did NOT want to be here. He would much rather be alone. Honestly, he should be a Loner but since he was so fragile he needed the protection of a herd. Alduin had a few horses who he wold gladly stand by but they were no where to be found. Seeker had sacrificed herself for the good of the herd, giving them much needed time in the Bachelor lands. Cael followed suit and gave herself to Cain, allowing more precious time to the herd. Baene had left the herd for which Alduin still was unsure of. He only hoped that the white stallion was safe where ever he was.

Alduin continued to stand awkwardly at the back of the group when a flash of brown caught his pale red eyes. At first he thought he was seeing things. On occasion he would see his mother appear before him but never had an appearance been in the presence of others. And the way the herd reacted only confirmed that Alduin was indeed not seeing things.

Khala, a mare who everyone thought had been lost to the flames, standing before them like she had never been lost. "Exiles," she called out, her voice calm and firm. "Greetings from an old friend, now returned." Alduin stared at her dumbfounded. Khala had been lost to the fires for such a long time. Even if she did survive the fires, the predators would have picked her off easily. How was it that she was standing before them now, looking as if she never left, her voice calm like she had just returned from a pleasant walk not only a few moments ago?

How was she so strong?

Khala:
The sooty mare's countenance slowly fell once she realized what the muttered words had been arguing about. As her skeletally thin legs brought her slowly closer, the voices became clearer. Olde. Bachelor. Home. North or South, East or West. They were discussing where the herd was to go. Sadness filled her eyes as she thought of the place from whence she came. Their home was decimated, and though the first signs of spring were beginning to show when she left, it would take far more time than this to heal their land. It would take years, if not a full decade before Southern would be habitable once more. They could not return there, not now.

Khala soon stood among her old herd members, muzzle lifted with a warm smile. It did not last long, however; no longer than it took for Effie to ask her question. "You perished? Quite obviously not. Yet you return now - why did you not seek us out before?" The chimera forced her face to grow stoic, hiding all emotions as she had always taught herself, hiding the anguish beneath her skin. Why indeed. No-one had known of her feelings for Locke. Not even he, in the end, knew of them. She could not hold the truth from them, but she could hold her emotions to herself.

"I did not come because it was not yet time," she replied coolly, looking up at the taller mare. "I left with Donna in search of Locke, our fallen leader, as I now know. Both were perished in the fires, and I am the one who found their bodies." She cast a quick glance at Ryder, the stallion she had helped escape the fires, wishing so desperately that she could have saved them all. . . "I was lost, and my herd was gone." Khala turned back to the crowd, lifting her muzzle slightly, as if it would make her seem taller, if only slightly. "But I see now, that the Exiles have not perished, though the other herds would love to see us do so. It took me many moons to come to this. . . and my journey after was long and arduous." A swift motion of her head to the rest of the crowd soon followed these words, her expressive ears flicking backwards as her gaze landed on each horse about her individually. "Now I see that this was the right time to return. . . With all that has happened to us, it is hard to see what destiny has in store for the Exiles, but I assure you, my loyal herdmates, we can see this through together. After all, when have the Exiles ever given up without a fight?"

Kanu:
Tensions were high, with the recent capture of their Exile Leader, the stranded horses were like birds trying to fly against strong winds that wouldn't allow them to propel forward. He was amongst the horses, trying to calm those who were slowly slipping from sanity. He had now spoken with each member of the Exiles more than three times in one hour. He was exhausted, but he did everything in his power to keep his strength up for his family. They needed him, most of them didn't admit it and most of them probably didn't even need his help, but he didn't care, the only thing he was thinking of right now was the wellbeing of those that had suddenly been dumped on this god forsaken island.

He approached Morraigh, she didn't look well, and Kanu worried.

"Are you ok, Morraigh?" He asked, able to determine the answer, this was the hundredth time he had asked that question today, but he needed to make sure he was keeping an eye on everyones levels of stress so they didn't fall ill. Without a leader, Kanu was the one who needed to keep the herd in order, obviously it was a difficult job but with the help of the high guards and elites- who had been a great help- he had managed to keep them sane for the most part.

Before Moirraigh had a chance to answer, all attention was averted toward a slim figure. It was Khala, the former high guard of the herd. Kanu wasn't shocked, he had been helping her recover for the past few weeks before she decided to reveal herself to the herd. When he found her a few days prior, she was hardly a whisper of what she once was. She was stranded and starving on the ground, so Kanu helped her. His shock was almost too much for him to take once he saw her in the mud, so he did know what the other Exiles were going through right now. He approached her,

"Khala, you look much better than you did a few days ago. I'm glad you've decided to show yourself today." He said to his old friend. He was glad to see her doing better, she was so strong and he admired that- he always had. He didn’t doubt that the rest of the Exiles agreed.

He knew today was the day that he may be denoted to a lower rank. He had been trying not to think about it but the uneasy feeling had slowly been drilling at the sides of his stomach, making him feel queasy. His whole life was now built on being the captain, and he believed the job had moulded him into someone more mature and able to endure more than what he was. He didn't know what he'd do if he was demoted. For now, his attention was taken from the vote and placed onto Khala's arrival. She had a new air about her, she seemed more confident and the passion in her eyes was where it used to be. He stood next to her, giving her a smile.

“Khala will be our new leader- we have not given up on Cael, only increased our chances of getting her back. Khala knows what she is doing and I am positive she’ll guide us to wherever our future lies. As of now we follow her, loyal and true to her every command. She was supposed to be the leader a long time ago, and now the day has finally come for her. Welcome home, Khala.” He said, his head held high and his voice projecting across the whole of the herd.]

THIS TOOK SO LONG HOLY CRA P. I will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever do an image with 29 FFFFF HORSES AGAIN.
If I bring up the idea again please shoot me (Hint hint, WildStarChaser ).
My hand hurts so much, and I ditched all my homework for this and now I'm running behind on school.
THIS IS WHAT I DO FOR YOU EXILES
Hope you all like this! You better //eyes suspiciously// I really wanted to get this finished before the Objective hrrrmph.

Credits-
Kanu, Art (c) Me (jodifarrow22 )
Khala (c) RusticLass
Stormcry (c) WildStarChaser
Prophet (c) X-Firefly
Prime (c) Greensmille
Liora (c) K-i-n-a-r-i
Shiya (c) ShifterPrincess
Natalie (c) DancingOrbi
Io (c) raveniice
Bryce (c) NCIS-Rules
Rae (c) CATAC0RNY
Flynn (c) tisea
Aragon (c) savannauni
Delvin (c) Bellasuem
Moiraggh (c) Enharmonia
Rhiannon (c) saphiraly
Effie (c) HeartUrchin
Killian (c) EarthboundEquinox
Quill (c) DodgerMD
Ille (c) Inked-Owl
Ryder (c) BlueUnicornJ13
Adair (c) DuskyWolfFang
Wynn (c) Bellasuem
Azibo (c) BrindleTail
Asura (c) FatesSpirit
Rowan (c) TehPage
Alduin (c) Affyre
Eyrin (c) moonlightwalk
Amblyn (c) Lalaith86
Group (c) Elesette

Tools-
SAI/PS
Tablet
Around 17 hours

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Gallery Youtube Commissions

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+ 33 Teir for Kanu.
IM SO SORRY IF YOUR HORSE IS NOT DOING THE RIGHT THING/IN THE RIGHT POSITION AS THEY ARE IN THE ROLEPLAY. I MADE UP THE POSES BEFORE EVERYONE HAD POSTED A WHILE AGO.

RP Image from The Vote

[Story-

Moiraggh:
Again and again, the bellowing voices of the rest of the herd echoed in the mare's skull. The chaos and desperation were taking a good grip on the herd, and that was something she couldn't stand- chaos. She wanted to keep her mind organized. There was a situation- a captive leader, a confused herd and a war declaration. There were also choices to make... choices that could determine what became of her, but that for now only brough uncertainty of the future.

An uncertain future. Her knees shook just by thinking what could happen to her herd -her family- if they all took the wrong path. Her nerves had taken over her mind long ago, since all this ruckus had begun, and the realisation that she could actually be in serious danger hit her hard. There she stood right now- squished between some herdmates, listening to the decaying melody that the arguing voices ahead of her made. Almost trebmling, she stood close to those she trusted, and listened. But she had things to say, things to declare- and she couldn't bring herself to it. What if she was wrong, not the herd?

Ragh was torn in two.

A hard but subtle new voice joined the others- but this one shut the rest up.

'Exiles' it called. 'Greetings from an old friend, now returned.'

And with that, Moirragh completely shut her mind down. This was way too much to take.

Adair:
Adair watched the unfolding event in silence, his jaw clenched tightly and a grave look on his face. The herd was debating what to do, after that horrid leader of the accursed Bachelors came and took the Exile's own leader. Adair had overheard that there was an agreement that they would no longer take any mares or colts captive as long as Cael was held captive, but the large stallion did not believe that the agreement would hold out for long; creatures such as the Bachelors were certainly not honorable folk.
And not only that, but apparently a war had been declared between the Bachelors and Olde.
Adair tossed his head slighltly, moving his thick forelock that was blocking his vision in one eye. He continued listening to the chaos in silence, no matter how much he wanted to voice his opinion. He frowned as he heard one of the herd members cry that the should return to the Southern Isles-- what used to be their home.
'Home..' Adair thought. He wanted nothing more than to return home, but was was there for the herd? Nothing! No, returning home was not an option; the last thing Adair wanted was to see his little brother die of thirst or starvation. Siding with the Bachelors definitely was not an option; Adair would have rather thrown himself off of a cliff than to stay under that barbaric herd's rule. That only left the Exiles their last option: to turn to Olde and side with them.

"Exiles, greetings from an old friend, now returned." Adair turned his head towards the sound of the voice, his ears flicked forward. He saw a chimera horse, whom he assumed was a mare from the pitch of her voice, standing atop a hill the looked out over the small patch of land that the Exiles were on. He narrowed his eyes at her; he certainly didn't recognize her. Perhaps she was with the herd before Adair and his sibling had stumbled across to the Exiles...?

Rae:
Rae stood at the back of the group. She was thinking of her opinion but it wasn't so easy. She knew she wanted to be with Ace, the only horse who had ever truly cared for her; but he was in the Bachelor herd. A herd of savages. Then again, they could go to Olde. Surely, there would be shelter and food there. Her ribs ached at the thought of food. She hadn't had a good graze in what felt like months. Her stomach still felt like it was filled with soot and ash, inhaled in the fire. The fire that had killed what was now, their only chance. Khala. The chimera mare had been a strong support to the herd but ever since the great fire, she had been unseen to any of the herd horses. Most believed she'd been burned to a crisp in the great fire which stripped the land of its nutrition. But now, she prayed to the unicorns (no matter if she beleived in them or not) that someone, Khala or not, would come to their rescue.

Rae was snapped out of her thoughts at a strong, familiar voice. "Exiles." It spoke. "Greetings from an old friend, now returned." Everyone's head turned in disbelief. Could it be...?

Alduin:
Alduin stood in the back of the gathering group, father away from any of the horses bickering away. His ears pinned back to his neck, eyes wide and nose flared. Alduin did NOT want to be here. He would much rather be alone. Honestly, he should be a Loner but since he was so fragile he needed the protection of a herd. Alduin had a few horses who he wold gladly stand by but they were no where to be found. Seeker had sacrificed herself for the good of the herd, giving them much needed time in the Bachelor lands. Cael followed suit and gave herself to Cain, allowing more precious time to the herd. Baene had left the herd for which Alduin still was unsure of. He only hoped that the white stallion was safe where ever he was.

Alduin continued to stand awkwardly at the back of the group when a flash of brown caught his pale red eyes. At first he thought he was seeing things. On occasion he would see his mother appear before him but never had an appearance been in the presence of others. And the way the herd reacted only confirmed that Alduin was indeed not seeing things.

Khala, a mare who everyone thought had been lost to the flames, standing before them like she had never been lost. "Exiles," she called out, her voice calm and firm. "Greetings from an old friend, now returned." Alduin stared at her dumbfounded. Khala had been lost to the fires for such a long time. Even if she did survive the fires, the predators would have picked her off easily. How was it that she was standing before them now, looking as if she never left, her voice calm like she had just returned from a pleasant walk not only a few moments ago?

How was she so strong?

Khala:
The sooty mare's countenance slowly fell once she realized what the muttered words had been arguing about. As her skeletally thin legs brought her slowly closer, the voices became clearer. Olde. Bachelor. Home. North or South, East or West. They were discussing where the herd was to go. Sadness filled her eyes as she thought of the place from whence she came. Their home was decimated, and though the first signs of spring were beginning to show when she left, it would take far more time than this to heal their land. It would take years, if not a full decade before Southern would be habitable once more. They could not return there, not now.

Khala soon stood among her old herd members, muzzle lifted with a warm smile. It did not last long, however; no longer than it took for Effie to ask her question. "You perished? Quite obviously not. Yet you return now - why did you not seek us out before?" The chimera forced her face to grow stoic, hiding all emotions as she had always taught herself, hiding the anguish beneath her skin. Why indeed. No-one had known of her feelings for Locke. Not even he, in the end, knew of them. She could not hold the truth from them, but she could hold her emotions to herself.

"I did not come because it was not yet time," she replied coolly, looking up at the taller mare. "I left with Donna in search of Locke, our fallen leader, as I now know. Both were perished in the fires, and I am the one who found their bodies." She cast a quick glance at Ryder, the stallion she had helped escape the fires, wishing so desperately that she could have saved them all. . . "I was lost, and my herd was gone." Khala turned back to the crowd, lifting her muzzle slightly, as if it would make her seem taller, if only slightly. "But I see now, that the Exiles have not perished, though the other herds would love to see us do so. It took me many moons to come to this. . . and my journey after was long and arduous." A swift motion of her head to the rest of the crowd soon followed these words, her expressive ears flicking backwards as her gaze landed on each horse about her individually. "Now I see that this was the right time to return. . . With all that has happened to us, it is hard to see what destiny has in store for the Exiles, but I assure you, my loyal herdmates, we can see this through together. After all, when have the Exiles ever given up without a fight?"

Kanu:
Tensions were high, with the recent capture of their Exile Leader, the stranded horses were like birds trying to fly against strong winds that wouldn't allow them to propel forward. He was amongst the horses, trying to calm those who were slowly slipping from sanity. He had now spoken with each member of the Exiles more than three times in one hour. He was exhausted, but he did everything in his power to keep his strength up for his family. They needed him, most of them didn't admit it and most of them probably didn't even need his help, but he didn't care, the only thing he was thinking of right now was the wellbeing of those that had suddenly been dumped on this god forsaken island.

He approached Morraigh, she didn't look well, and Kanu worried.

"Are you ok, Morraigh?" He asked, able to determine the answer, this was the hundredth time he had asked that question today, but he needed to make sure he was keeping an eye on everyones levels of stress so they didn't fall ill. Without a leader, Kanu was the one who needed to keep the herd in order, obviously it was a difficult job but with the help of the high guards and elites- who had been a great help- he had managed to keep them sane for the most part.

Before Moirraigh had a chance to answer, all attention was averted toward a slim figure. It was Khala, the former high guard of the herd. Kanu wasn't shocked, he had been helping her recover for the past few weeks before she decided to reveal herself to the herd. When he found her a few days prior, she was hardly a whisper of what she once was. She was stranded and starving on the ground, so Kanu helped her. His shock was almost too much for him to take once he saw her in the mud, so he did know what the other Exiles were going through right now. He approached her,

"Khala, you look much better than you did a few days ago. I'm glad you've decided to show yourself today." He said to his old friend. He was glad to see her doing better, she was so strong and he admired that- he always had. He didn’t doubt that the rest of the Exiles agreed.

He knew today was the day that he may be denoted to a lower rank. He had been trying not to think about it but the uneasy feeling had slowly been drilling at the sides of his stomach, making him feel queasy. His whole life was now built on being the captain, and he believed the job had moulded him into someone more mature and able to endure more than what he was. He didn't know what he'd do if he was demoted. For now, his attention was taken from the vote and placed onto Khala's arrival. She had a new air about her, she seemed more confident and the passion in her eyes was where it used to be. He stood next to her, giving her a smile.

“Khala will be our new leader- we have not given up on Cael, only increased our chances of getting her back. Khala knows what she is doing and I am positive she’ll guide us to wherever our future lies. As of now we follow her, loyal and true to her every command. She was supposed to be the leader a long time ago, and now the day has finally come for her. Welcome home, Khala.” He said, his head held high and his voice projecting across the whole of the herd.]

THIS TOOK SO LONG HOLY CRA P. I will never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever do an image with 29 FFFFF HORSES AGAIN.
If I bring up the idea again please shoot me (Hint hint, WildStarChaser ).
My hand hurts so much, and I ditched all my homework for this and now I'm running behind on school.
THIS IS WHAT I DO FOR YOU EXILES
Hope you all like this! You better //eyes suspiciously// I really wanted to get this finished before the Objective hrrrmph.

Credits-
Kanu, Art (c) Me (jodifarrow22 )
Khala (c) RusticLass
Stormcry (c) WildStarChaser
Prophet (c) X-Firefly
Prime (c) Greensmille
Liora (c) K-i-n-a-r-i
Shiya (c) ShifterPrincess
Natalie (c) DancingOrbi
Io (c) raveniice
Bryce (c) NCIS-Rules
Rae (c) CATAC0RNY
Flynn (c) tisea
Aragon (c) savannauni
Delvin (c) Bellasuem
Moiraggh (c) Enharmonia
Rhiannon (c) saphiraly
Effie (c) HeartUrchin
Killian (c) EarthboundEquinox
Quill (c) DodgerMD
Ille (c) Inked-Owl
Ryder (c) BlueUnicornJ13
Adair (c) DuskyWolfFang
Wynn (c) Bellasuem
Azibo (c) BrindleTail
Asura (c) FatesSpirit
Rowan (c) TehPage
Alduin (c) Affyre
Eyrin (c) moonlightwalk
Amblyn (c) Lalaith86
Group (c) Elesette

Tools-
SAI/PS
Tablet
Around 17 hours

THIS IMAGE MAY NOT BE COPIED, TRACED, CLAIMED OR REDISTRIBUTED ANYWHERE FOR ANY REASON UNLESS PERMISSION AND CREDIT IS GIVEN