10-01-2016, 04:19 AM
Name: Sorrel
Age: 22
Gender: Carrier Male
Looks: More so part of the family of deer faun, Sorrel's bottom half resembles that of a spotted doe, brown fur speckled with white spots. He tends to keep fauna between his antlers for camouflage but he hasn't had to worry about that in awhile. He wears foliage when he deems it necessary. (pic here - not mine just a ref lol)
Info: His small herd of other faun were separated from one another one evening during a raid by hunters, and while everyone was okay they were all forced to split. Sorrel hasn't found them since but he was grateful upon being taken in by the centaurs - at least some of them were okay with it - and intends to stay with them until he can find his own herd once more.
It'd only been three weeks that Sorrel had been with the centaurs, maybe four, and of course he'd catch them all at the worst possible time. He'd been traveling with them thus far with no sign of any from his herd, and while it did feel weird sometimes he could admit that it felt a lot safer traveling with others than it did alone. He might not be a centaur but they were kind of in the same equine family... right? He quickly got over some of the centaur's who seemed to not like him because it wasn't their decision on whether or not he could stay, after all. He only needed approval from the herd leader and that was all that mattered.
Although after today, Sorrel wouldn't be surprised if he got kicked out. His heat wasn't something he could control because if it was, you bet your behind he'd be running it into the ground. It only happened three times a year and it was his luck that he'd get his second in the midst of this centaur herd. Sorrel wasn't sure how the other centaurs worked when it came to heat, or if they even had one, but he hoped he wouldn't be too much of a hassle. He'd purposefully wore more foliage this evening in an attempt to mask his scent but if that wasn't enough to tell everyone off than his demeanor certainly had to be. Unnecessary fidgeting and squirming were the first uncomfortable symptoms; he didn't even want to think about how long this would last.
Age: 22
Gender: Carrier Male
Looks: More so part of the family of deer faun, Sorrel's bottom half resembles that of a spotted doe, brown fur speckled with white spots. He tends to keep fauna between his antlers for camouflage but he hasn't had to worry about that in awhile. He wears foliage when he deems it necessary. (pic here - not mine just a ref lol)
Info: His small herd of other faun were separated from one another one evening during a raid by hunters, and while everyone was okay they were all forced to split. Sorrel hasn't found them since but he was grateful upon being taken in by the centaurs - at least some of them were okay with it - and intends to stay with them until he can find his own herd once more.
It'd only been three weeks that Sorrel had been with the centaurs, maybe four, and of course he'd catch them all at the worst possible time. He'd been traveling with them thus far with no sign of any from his herd, and while it did feel weird sometimes he could admit that it felt a lot safer traveling with others than it did alone. He might not be a centaur but they were kind of in the same equine family... right? He quickly got over some of the centaur's who seemed to not like him because it wasn't their decision on whether or not he could stay, after all. He only needed approval from the herd leader and that was all that mattered.
Although after today, Sorrel wouldn't be surprised if he got kicked out. His heat wasn't something he could control because if it was, you bet your behind he'd be running it into the ground. It only happened three times a year and it was his luck that he'd get his second in the midst of this centaur herd. Sorrel wasn't sure how the other centaurs worked when it came to heat, or if they even had one, but he hoped he wouldn't be too much of a hassle. He'd purposefully wore more foliage this evening in an attempt to mask his scent but if that wasn't enough to tell everyone off than his demeanor certainly had to be. Unnecessary fidgeting and squirming were the first uncomfortable symptoms; he didn't even want to think about how long this would last.