Amut.

[Amut]

Name: Amut Oriv.
Age: Five.
Gender: Stallion
Herd: Wasteland
Breed: Lil' bit of this, lil' bit of that.
Appearance:

Stands at a decent 16.3, straight legs and broad chest and back. Decent form though he comes off a bit lanky. Lean muscle lines his light goldy-buckskin body, accompanied with black stocking, mane and tail.

Personality:

Not exactly loyal... He comes off as crude and cynical. His promises are rare, and his keeping them even rarer. Stallion has a silver tongue and a laid back atmosphere. Not at all a believer, he holds true to the ‘if it isn’t broke, don’t fix it.’ concept. Leans a bit towards the lazy side he has a dangerous tint to his jester-like tendencies. He isn’t anyone’s hero, if he isn’t getting a benefit from it you can count on his lack of cooperation. Takes orders though he rarely fallows them correctly and quickly. He takes his time and plays himself off as a fool… However one has the sneaking position he isn’t as obtuse as he makes everyone believe.

History:

He was born to the dense forests of heaven only knows where. There he gained decent 'reflexes' and learned the concepts of 'honor', 'pride', and 'dignity' which he has utterly thrown out the window. It is said, though not certain, that he had a father who was hard to please and a mother that was a true courtesan. That he lived life before this as a piece of crap on the lower end of the chain of priorities...

And then one day it seemed the little mutt got lost. Being around the age of two, and being the boisterous creature he was he was dared by his 'friends' to check something out. Needless to say a chick was involved so he did it... And where did it get him? Far behind the herd without a clue where everyone was. He was completely and utterly lost... Until...
Eirovai. A comely lady found him, and checked him into the Institution of Riffraff where we went on to be one of the graduates, earning himself a ‘Not a Sucker‘ Degree. And there he stayed, with lady-killers to his left, man-eaters to his right and some goody-two-shoes lurking around near the back. The ‘herd’ was of the dysfunctional kind with a few stags one watched out for. Those being the ones who thought they ruled the place…
Any who! In this lovely Herd of Rogues he became per-say… ‘decent’. Then again with gorgeous, yet opinionated Eirovai could it be possible he hadn’t? No. The lass taught him manners, how to perform the correct convincing lies to gain brownie points among those he needed to.
And needless to say everything was going well. He had decent rank and influence. He was renown enough... He was content and...
Then the she came. All her fault really... all her fault what happened was a long story of screw up. But! To put it in utter simplicity he fell for a flirty chick, the same chick one of these 'Big Bosses' did. And being the 'go-getter' he was... there was soon a mighty sum of conflict between he and 'Big Boss'. And considering 'Big Boss' was easily bigger then him, heavier then him, more experienced then him...
Would it be wrong to say he was outmatched? Of course not! But... with a lady like that it wasn't hard to be inspired to take on the devil himself...

Of course he should have listened to Eirovai... Of course he didn't, mean really... if he had of he wouldn't be a lone creature right now. Talking his way into another herd... Or perhaps he would simply be a lone creature?
Choices, choices.

Sample:

This… was not where I am suppose to be. This…
Where… am… I?

When she arrived she was utterly stunned. Drowsy and staring around in a patch of land she held no recollection of. Her memories for the past few days splotched… She indignantly emptied her stomach when she rose, finding for the first few moments she was entirely helpless before she steadied her trembling self…
But still unable to understand, to comprehend. She was hunting… leading them on when Kiver came across the talkative dog… and then…? Her brow still furrowed to this day with inability to understand. She could make little… sense of it. Her memory was like a dream, coming and going with only the most mediocre of things coming clear…

She hated it…
She couldn’t remember, she couldn’t find conclusion. It gnawed at her, piercing the skin and digging in. If she had but an answer, had but an answer that she could draw from…
She was taken, taken at a time that was so… so… A time that she needn’t be. She wondered, during the times of dawn or dusk if, perhaps, by some chance she had died, and this being the Astral Plane…
But it wasn’t. Didn’t feel like it and her conscious, though it held little reason to, objected also. She was not dead… Contrary she was quite alive. Troubled, worried, and alive…

And responsible. Very… very much responsible…
The wind hissed, gently slithering through her fur and whispering in her ears. Gentle caressed that brought to her the smell of the ocean… which was, perhaps, the only comforting…
She was born to a place, and a people, who adored the ocean and told many legends of it and the moon… Legends, petty, ridiculous tales. But tales she was born to and allowed to carry, a warming blanket in times of hopelessness and strife.
Belief was powerful… however fickle.

She lounged at the side of the collection of water. Her eyes staring absently at the shimmering water that rippled continuously. The heavens offering a few large droplets to fall, though the skies had yet to open up and cry fully. Her coat moisten by the liquid that bounced off the surface, and also chilled by the cold weather…
It was peaceful, serene… quiet. Not that she was absolutely settled that she enjoyed it… The quiet made the expansion seem ever larger… even more blank… even less…

Her mellow eyes rose from the clear water. Skull tipping as she viewed the doe as it came closer. It’s ear thrown up, it’s precious neck arched as it gingerly moved forward. Lips sipping the cool liquid lavishly…
Which spurred her confusion, her curiosity too. Was this land uninhabited by predators? Where the prey ignorant to the threat someone with claws and jaws possessed? It was… odd… or was all sense of normality lost here? In this unnamed place she hadn’t managed to come onto?

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[Anubis.]

Accepted!

[Amut]

_{Shanks yews! -pounces- xD}