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Common information

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Lead stallion: Rikarðr
Activity: Exploration
Preferred RNG: Throw anything at my boy - I dare you
Featuring: Rikardr and little cutie (who we stan)
Current Kingdom: Holt, Valley of Mounts
Bonus: +10% of Horse encounter +50% chances to have +10% of health (healing pictures only)
Word Count: ///
Art Quality:
- full body (5)
- half body (3)
- Soft shading (10)
- Simple Background (5)
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Total roses: 23R

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Side Quest x Exploration

"Hmm...", the little colt starts with a cheeky smirk. "Foxy and I will discuss it! We will tell you in a moment!" He turns away, exchanging whispers with his fox plush for a few seconds, before turning back to you. "Yep!", Conarii says with a bright smile. "You passed the trial! Now we'll tell you... the truth...!" The moment those last two words leave his lips, something changes about the way he smiles. You are not sure what exactly, but if you had to give it a name it would be... hollow, maybe? His smile doesn't seem as genuine as it was only a few seconds ago. Conarii takes in a breath, getting ready to walk, but then sighing heavily and looking down at the ground instead, a slight frown crinkling his face. He bites his lip, seemingly re-gathering his courage to say whatever he wanted to say, glances up at you, and then blurts out: "When I was really little, wolves ate my mum." He shuts his eyes with a pained expression, and you think you can see tears starting to gather. "And ever since then, I've been all alone. Foxy was the only friend I had." In just a matter of seconds the cheerful little colt you got to know earlier today was transformed into a weeping, tiny foal, shattered by the weight of being all alone in the world.

1. Eww, a crying kid. You walk away.

2. You comfort him and tell him that he's not alone anymore!

3. Tell him to toughen up! Everyone's alone in this world, you gotta learn how to survive!

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The stallion's heart broke for the young colt, who was only a year old. He watched Conarii weep, his body shaking with each and every sob that had left him. For a moment, Rikarðr wanted to toughen him up and remind him the world was a big place, and how that everyone was truely alone no matter who they had. But even that sounded like his own father - the toxicity of his mangled and raspy voice as he'd explain that Rikarðr couldn't cry crocodile tears. It was known as 'weak' and 'soft-heartedness'. The stallion frowned a little at the thought of his sire. That nasty, nasty stallion.
That's when Rikarðr had an idea, to try and get on the colt's level.

"Conarii, come lay with me." The stallion spoke, in a fatherly sort of tone. He turned around and walked towards a patch of grass that was further into the woods that sat within the perimeter of the Valley of Mounts. Hearing the sniffling and a little sob behind him, he looked to the side to see the young Conarii following him. He couldn't help feel sympathy for him. As he walked to the patch of grass, Rikarðr thought of what he could say. And in this moment, he desperately needed his mother's wisdom. When they reached the spot, the stallion grunted as he laid down as Conarii watched him. But soon enough, the colt moved towards the other side of Rikarðr and lays beside him, his sniffling and soft crying still prominent.

"Ki-.. Conarii." The stallion breathed, as the brown eyes of Conarii watched him carefully, intently wanting to listen to what he had to say. "Look, I lost my mother as well but not to the extent you lost yours." The stallion thought of his words, knowing how horrible it sounded. But in pure honesty, he has never had the chance to raise a foal of his own. Even if being in the prime of his life, he was struggling to talk to a small colt. "What I'm trying to say is, you're not alone. Especially now." The stallion tried to smile gently and move his head closer to Conarii, to hopefully bump heads with him. Conarii took a moment to weakly smile and sniffle, before touching his head softly to Rikarðrs'.

"And if you want to, you're more than welcome to come with me. You won't need to be on your own anymore-," Rikarðr was soon cut off by Conarii who spoke rather gently but almost excitedly - seeing he was restraining himself from getting too excited.

"Can Foxy come too?" Conarii asked, turning to look at his fox friend who rested over his stomach, looking in the direction of Rikarðr.

Rikarðr laughed almost breathlessly, and gave a nod. " 'Course, but it's up to you. If you and foxy trust me enough that is." Conarii was about to speak again before Rikarðr cut him off again, to make sure the colt understood him. "It's a big wide world out there Conarii, and from what you experienced, it shows you the world is a dangerous place. But, if agree to come with me, i'll promise here and now to protect you and Foxy. And maybe, just maybe, we can find you some new friends and even a mother if you wish."  Rikarðr had never cared about a foal so much as Conarii, even if they knew each other for about a day. But even if it was a day,

Rikarðr felt like this kid was his own, his own son.

Description

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| P R E V I O U S || N E X T |

Common information

______________________________

Lead stallion: Rikarðr
Activity: Exploration
Preferred RNG: Throw anything at my boy - I dare you
Featuring: Rikardr and little cutie (who we stan)
Current Kingdom: Holt, Valley of Mounts
Bonus: +10% of Horse encounter +50% chances to have +10% of health (healing pictures only)
Word Count: ///
Art Quality:
- full body (5)
- half body (3)
- Soft shading (10)
- Simple Background (5)
-
Total roses: 23R

__________________________________

Side Quest x Exploration

"Hmm...", the little colt starts with a cheeky smirk. "Foxy and I will discuss it! We will tell you in a moment!" He turns away, exchanging whispers with his fox plush for a few seconds, before turning back to you. "Yep!", Conarii says with a bright smile. "You passed the trial! Now we'll tell you... the truth...!" The moment those last two words leave his lips, something changes about the way he smiles. You are not sure what exactly, but if you had to give it a name it would be... hollow, maybe? His smile doesn't seem as genuine as it was only a few seconds ago. Conarii takes in a breath, getting ready to walk, but then sighing heavily and looking down at the ground instead, a slight frown crinkling his face. He bites his lip, seemingly re-gathering his courage to say whatever he wanted to say, glances up at you, and then blurts out: "When I was really little, wolves ate my mum." He shuts his eyes with a pained expression, and you think you can see tears starting to gather. "And ever since then, I've been all alone. Foxy was the only friend I had." In just a matter of seconds the cheerful little colt you got to know earlier today was transformed into a weeping, tiny foal, shattered by the weight of being all alone in the world.

1. Eww, a crying kid. You walk away.

2. You comfort him and tell him that he's not alone anymore!

3. Tell him to toughen up! Everyone's alone in this world, you gotta learn how to survive!

__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

The stallion's heart broke for the young colt, who was only a year old. He watched Conarii weep, his body shaking with each and every sob that had left him. For a moment, Rikarðr wanted to toughen him up and remind him the world was a big place, and how that everyone was truely alone no matter who they had. But even that sounded like his own father - the toxicity of his mangled and raspy voice as he'd explain that Rikarðr couldn't cry crocodile tears. It was known as 'weak' and 'soft-heartedness'. The stallion frowned a little at the thought of his sire. That nasty, nasty stallion.
That's when Rikarðr had an idea, to try and get on the colt's level.

"Conarii, come lay with me." The stallion spoke, in a fatherly sort of tone. He turned around and walked towards a patch of grass that was further into the woods that sat within the perimeter of the Valley of Mounts. Hearing the sniffling and a little sob behind him, he looked to the side to see the young Conarii following him. He couldn't help feel sympathy for him. As he walked to the patch of grass, Rikarðr thought of what he could say. And in this moment, he desperately needed his mother's wisdom. When they reached the spot, the stallion grunted as he laid down as Conarii watched him. But soon enough, the colt moved towards the other side of Rikarðr and lays beside him, his sniffling and soft crying still prominent.

"Ki-.. Conarii." The stallion breathed, as the brown eyes of Conarii watched him carefully, intently wanting to listen to what he had to say. "Look, I lost my mother as well but not to the extent you lost yours." The stallion thought of his words, knowing how horrible it sounded. But in pure honesty, he has never had the chance to raise a foal of his own. Even if being in the prime of his life, he was struggling to talk to a small colt. "What I'm trying to say is, you're not alone. Especially now." The stallion tried to smile gently and move his head closer to Conarii, to hopefully bump heads with him. Conarii took a moment to weakly smile and sniffle, before touching his head softly to Rikarðrs'.

"And if you want to, you're more than welcome to come with me. You won't need to be on your own anymore-," Rikarðr was soon cut off by Conarii who spoke rather gently but almost excitedly - seeing he was restraining himself from getting too excited.

"Can Foxy come too?" Conarii asked, turning to look at his fox friend who rested over his stomach, looking in the direction of Rikarðr.

Rikarðr laughed almost breathlessly, and gave a nod. " 'Course, but it's up to you. If you and foxy trust me enough that is." Conarii was about to speak again before Rikarðr cut him off again, to make sure the colt understood him. "It's a big wide world out there Conarii, and from what you experienced, it shows you the world is a dangerous place. But, if agree to come with me, i'll promise here and now to protect you and Foxy. And maybe, just maybe, we can find you some new friends and even a mother if you wish."  Rikarðr had never cared about a foal so much as Conarii, even if they knew each other for about a day. But even if it was a day,

Rikarðr felt like this kid was his own, his own son.