"If you wish to be loved: love."

Name
Dulcis {Latin: Sweet}

Gender
Stallion

Species
Equus Caballus
Common horse

Description
Dulcis is a solidly built stallion, with tough hooves and soft eyes. He walks as if he carries the weight of the world on his shoulders, but his bearing is proud. His teeth may preach of his youth, but his eyes whisper of his wisdom, a trait ingrained in him from a colt. He's broad and no small beast, standing at 15.3 hands. His coat is a tame, gentle bay, with a bold white star and snip residing on his face. Black stockings trace their way up his powerful legs, outlining muscle and bone with stark ease. He is not a horse to catch the eye, but he is one to earn the heart. His mane and tail are loose and messy, falling across his topline and between his ears like water over rocks, and dangling just above his fetlocks. Said hair is a rich, ebony black, but constant sun has bleached the ends to a muted amber color.

Both hind fetlocks are splashed with white, two small socks on his otherwise unmarred legs. His coat bears no scars, a testament to his gentle nature. He is not one to start fights. Perhaps the most striking thing about Dulcis are his eyes. They are soft and kind, but tired. The exhaustion borne not of a long run, but of a long life. The leaching of energy the old feel when they have lived and loved for years and years. When they know they have learned, and now much teach others. His body language echoes this feeling, ink lined ears often flopped to the side, snow splashed hind legs cocked with hips angled more often than not.

Personality
Dulcis is the very embodiment of an old soul. He's mellow and laid back, kind and genuine. A wisdom beyond his years very often finds it way out, like ichor leaking from a wound. His wisdom grants him stability, his stability makes him staid. He's stubborn, but very rarely outright. He often struggles seeing past what he knows for sure, and believing in what he can't see. He has faith in the stories of old, however, as he knows them so well, and has heard them so often, that they are truth to him. Though he has a hard time placing faith in the unknown, he is always sowing trust in friends. A helping hand is never far from reach when Dulcis is around, and neither are encouraging words of advice. He has taken it upon himself to be the father he never had, the one he always wanted.

Though his history may be rocky, Dulcis found a safety net in his friends. He strives to be that type of friend to everyone in his life, and frequently, he begins to call his friends family. He sees no use in having enemies, and kindness is always first and foremost in his mind. He's a soft creature, with a heart of gold. There is absolutely no fight in him, very little toughness, and no desire to kill. He's placid, but not complacent. Amicable, but individual. He will hesitate to fight for what he loves, offering instead his precious words of wisdom as a way to ease the tension. He takes it upon himself not to break down the walls traumatized individuals build, but to convince them to take those walls down, piece by piece. He feels there is no greater gift than trust, and he treats it with care and devotion. He stokes the fires of kindness daily, offering words of wisdom and encouragement at every opportunity, soft eyes a constant reminder of his love.

Dulcis is loyal to a fault, and struggles to realize that some don't want, or need, his help. He also finds giving up on a friend, or a self declared enemy, abhorrent. That stubborn streak makes itself glaringly obvious here. He continually offers help, companionship, and unselfish love to anyone he is privileged enough to call his friend. He has difficulty letting friends go, and the loss of a loved one weighs heavily upon his shoulders. Perhaps that is why his eyes look so tired, so old. His wisdom is from experience, some of which was painful and nearly impossible to endure. But Dulcis wouldn't change a thing. He feels everything in life happens for a reason, that an ultimate goal will eventually be met. The choices one makes affects how they reach that goal, but eventually, they reach it.

Other
Possibly one of the six?
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Name
Cecily

Gender
Female

Species
Arctic Wolf
canis lupus arctos

Description
Cecily is rather small for her species, standing 2.2ft at her shoulder and having a length of 4.5ft. She possesses a narrow, lithe build with slender limbs masked by feathery white fur that makes her seem larger than normal. Cecily carries herself with pride and grace, evident in the way she walks and the fur which she keeps meticulously free of dirt. Deep mahogany eyes hold a twinkle of mischief, and a wan smile can typically be seen upon this canine's visage.

Personality
Cecily's personality is best described as air, sometimes turbulent but ever-flowing. She has a tendency for impulsive decisions and often finds herself in trouble, though a quick mind and smooth talking typically gets her out of it. Cecily lives for adventure, and there are no ends to which she'd pursue it. She loves to laugh, and is a tad mischievous, though her pranks are never harmful.

She is rather defiant of authority, and enjoys doing things her way. Cecily is quick to jump into arguments, though leaves them just as easily. Similarly, she is quick to anger, but her temper cools, leaving her more or less (usually less) remorseful. Cecily lives by the phrase: "let bygones be bygones"; she doesn't hold grudges easily, and prides herself on being rather easy-going.

Other
Canine member of the Six

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