(Ah well, guess we'll start the RP then lol)

Nestled down in a small crevice of some piled rocks laid Sengit, fast asleep in the cold darkness of his makeshift gave. He really didn't want to get up, to go off to who knows were because he was "one of the Six". To him, it sucked. He didn't want to be shoved into some stuffy old church or whatever and pray to some stupid old god. All he mainly wanted was to sleep and terrorize tiny rodents with his teeth, or even just bug something else.
Yawning, he slowly emerged, flexing his hood and stretching. He sighed lowly, slowly beginning to move through the grass, watching with a sharp, ever-so-focused gaze, his tongue occasionally flicking out to taste the air. Sengit snorted lightly, lifting the top half of his body above the grass. "Hmph... Nothing to do, is there..? I knew I shouldn't have gotten up." He grumbled, flopping onto his back.Oh Bahtmothet, take me away... Take me faaar away before I die of boredom.. He groaned, wriggling a little.

Dulcis | Stallion | Horse | Mentions: Open

Dulcis stood with a friend at his side, his demeanor relaxed. He had few to seek advice from aside from his own, rather inexperienced friends, but if it his mission was from the god, it had to be good. The only question was how to find the other six. A snake could be anywhere, as could a human. Wherever the bear lived depended on what kind of bear it was. Was there some sort of attraction to draw them together? He couldn't feel it. His large head turned to survey his small, make shift family. As a stallion he'd been kicked out of the herd at sexual maturity and sent off on his own. Dulcis didn't mind, it happened to every young stallion.

He'd found this bachelor herd, consisting of four horses and himself, just a day after he'd gotten evicted. The five hit it off and quickly bonded. Now, until one found a harem or made one, they were stuck with each other. Would it be right to just leave them? He had to. He had to go to Bahtmothet, he had to appease the god. It ached with every fiber of his being to leave these four stallions, his family, but he knew it had to be. It was his destiny. With a heavy sigh, Dulcis straightened out, once more standing square, before pressing his muzzle into the neck of the stallion beside him. The horse reciprocated, and so Dulcis went about bidding goodbye to all he knew and loved. He might have said goodbye to his mother, but there was no telling where her herd was, and he didn't have the time to find her.

He set off, quite lonely, but with the confidence he would find new friends, ones to journey with, bond with, and come to understand and love. His tired eyes held something new- was that an adventurous glint? And his large hooves took each stride with a little bit of spring. He was excited, oh yes, excited for the adventure and for new friends.

Sengit sat up, coiling his lower body into, well, a small pile, his hood folded. He yawned and tasted the air for anything. Just, anything. He got a faint taste of horse, but that was something common. Horse herds were basically everywhere, so that was no surprise. He liked sliding past their long legs and occasionally nipping at them to spook them, but not with his fangs, finding it hilarious when they reared back and began to panic, screaming, yelling and shrieking.
He snickered at the thought, before sighing. Eh... What good is it? Not that much fun. He looked around again before he started to move, carefully moving along through the grass, dirt and occasional rocks. Wandering was fun, wasn't it? Yes. Yes, it was. As long as he didn't wander too far. He had a terrible sense of direction.

Dulcis | Stallion | Horse | Mentions: Kara

The large bay had journeyed for days, maybe even a week (horses were terrible at telling time) before reaching the colder temperatures of the north. Living around mountains had gifted Dulcis a thick skin for cold, but this chill was more intense than any he'd felt before. However, his optimism kept him warm, and the thought of his purpose gave lift to his strides. Those tired eyes always peered just over the horizon, comically large ears shoved forward, untamed mane spilling across his star and down his neck. His movements seem almost coltish, unrestrained, unburdened and young. He hadn't moved like that in a long time. But the air surrounding him was still serene and calm, despite his playfully raised tail and arched neck.

At some points, he might even break into a trot, strides loose and reaching, mane lifting in the self- generated breeze. It had been a long time since Dulcis had such a purpose. He came to a gradual stop at a cool river, peering in wonder at the fish living just below the surface. He made no effort to touch them, to disturb them, or draw their attention. He simply watched them swim. It appeared they, too, had a destination. Their scales caught and reflected the light in a thousand different ways, and the stallion was captivated. He almost didn't want to drink anymore, finding their movements and interactions fascinating. They moved seamlessly, never once bumping into each other or moving too close. The young bay wondered how they interacted. They lacked ears, long tails, and voices. How did they establish order?

Eventually, the horse dipped his muzzle into the clear water as thirst nagged at his throat. He watched sadly as his new friends scattered, vanishing among the water plants and into the distance with startling speed. A sudden roar caught Dulcis' attention next and he lifted his head, water dripping from his muzzle. Was that a... bear? No, the coat was too wrong, mottled and skewbald like melting snow, receding to show the dirt beneath. What sort of spring coated animal was this? It sounded like a bear, as the echoes of its needlessly fierce call vanished into the distance. Dulcis offered a chipper whinny in response, his shrill call matching the bear's in volume, replacing ferocity with friendliness.

"I am Dulcis, I come from the west. I am on a journey to find the other five of the chosen six. Who are you?" This last part of his question was brought into the world with no hint of suspicion, instead bearing the tone of innocent, amiable curiosity. Despite his friendly call, Dulcis did not move. He remained rooted beside his little river, water still trailing lazily down his muzzle and dropping to the earth below.