Born: Aug 13th 2022 Personality: Very chilled and free flowing. Has a claiming voice that seem to make others at ease. Loves long walks in wild meadows and the smell of flowers. Species:Elaphotaurs Rarity: Common Gender:Male Herd: None
Born: Sept 2nd 2022 Personality:Kanza has a claim and fluidity about him. He is observant and quiet and can read a room very quickly. He has a steady aim which makes him a great archer. Gender: Male Rarity: Common Species: Centaur Herd: None History:
At a young age Kanza lost his family. The day was like any other day. Kanza was out playing by the stream, collecting pretty stones and throwing the ones he did not find pretty in the stream. Behind him was the small herd he came from. The members all set about doing their morning chores and such. A rumble from deep underground growled but vanished just as fast as it had started. Kanza, being young, paid little mind to the grumble and giggled as he watched his stack of rocks tumble with the shaking. That was until a rumble turned to a rawr. Plugging his ears he looked behind him to his herd unsure of what to do. The group shook with force unlike anything Kanza could remember and a crack split down the center or his herds camp. Like a mouth the ground opened up and swollen down the whole camp and everything in it, his mother and father included, and then closed together just as switch as it split. Where the camp once stood there was only dirt and rock. Not a sound could be heard. Kanza stood frozen unable to fully understand what had just happened. Day turned to night and he stood unmoving looking at the empty ground that had taken the herd and his family. When night gave way to day again he heard a rumble like before and took off as fast as he could scared the ground was still hungry and back for more. He wondered for many moons and he learned fast that the world around him could be hard and unforgiving. Hungry came first then thirst and lastly fear. He was on his own and his young mind could not remember where to go or who to go to. The one thing he did do was walk. One hoof in front of the other through the lands until he came upon a sister herd, who seemed to know of him or even who he was,though he had no memory of them, and took him in. Kanza was mostly skin and bones by the time he was found. He didn't know how to hunt and only barely knew the minimum on gathering berries. The herd cared for him, fed him, and taught him but he was quiet and a loner to stay the least. He would watch families as if trying to understand them or maybe he just missed his own. No they were gone no need to think of that nightmare, he would soon relive it in his dream anyway. The longer he lived with the herd the more distant the herd grew towards him. He was not sure really why but he did not mind. Those that get close to him die after all. One of the herd's soldiers took him under his hoof though. The shoulder spoke to him with raw authority and a bit of annoyance. "Kolt you can't be quiet forever. Focks round here are starting to think you have evil in you." The soldier glared at him but Kanza remained unfazed. He was used to others thinking the worst in him. He was an outsider and who knew the real store of his herd other than him and he was not talking. Kanza had not spoken a word in the three years he had been with the herd or the one before he found them. "Here you need a purpose and a skill then they will see you are just a quiet kolt with a sad past." Tossing a bow and quiver at Kanza the soldier gave him a hoof to finally live for. The soldier trained him and showed him all the tricks, tips, and more. Until one day the herd's soldiers left for a border dispute. Days and days went by and when the group returned his friend did not. Fallen in battle one soldier told him with a grim face. Kanza stood frozen for a second time in his life as the soldier handed him his friends bow and arrows. Years later he became a top acher, a skill bow and arrow crafter and still quite but a good member of the herd that took him in.
