One Tribe (Hushpuppy/open)

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This was the only land Armand could been seen happy in.

Delta de Duchamps was especially wet this morning, as winter's snow melted, leaving a flooded terrain below Armand's massive hooves. He stood strong in a large expanse of wetlands today, sinking slowly into the mud below. Armand was not worried; he knew how to live in the area. Alligators would soon be waking from their slumber and begin their ravenous search for prey. Springtime was one of the most dangerous times for the bayou, but Armand had lasted through 15 of them... He was happy here, or at least as happy as a grouch like him could be.

Armand was quite the opposite of his lighter, younger brother Rembrandt. The two were born fairly close together, yet they spent almost no time together as colts. Rembrandt was always zooming this way and that, visiting other lands and then returning home. His brother was very cultured... Armand had never felt the draw of another land. He liked what he knew and that was all. The grullo stallion kept to himself in his declining years.

The Swamp King snorted as he pulled his hooves out of the sticky mud, making loud clapping sounds as he succeeded with each step. Returning to what little solid ground the delta surrounded, Armand raised his head as high as he could, reaching for a large clutch of moss hanging above him. Tearing it from its perch, the stallion chewed slowly and deliberately, enjoying the snack. The natives of Bastein lived almost entirely on the moss...

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[nala]

Quvenzhané ~ Hushpuppy

With her legs splayed, Hushpuppy could get within mere inches of the murky waters of the bayou. It didn't scare her. Nothing much scared the two year old not-so-mare. She hadn't quite matured fully to the age of adulthood, yet she'd been an adult in the books of her father and most of her extended family since her mother ran off nearly a year ago. Hushpuppy's white snipped nose skimmed the surface of the water, sending a ripple effect towards her newest subject. She'd never gotten this close to a frog before. Sure, she'd seen and tasted plenty of nasty toads, but frogs were much more difficult to sneak up on. The water sent a wave over the green colored creature's eyes, causing it to blink before returning its wary glare to the painted mare.

In Quvenzhané's eyes, all of Gods creatures were necessary for the world to work. This included her mom and her dad, both absent from her life even at such a young age. It included Armand, the King of the Bayou, and all of his wacky relatives. It also included this frog. Its heart beat just as fast as anyone's would have when Hushpuppy approached it. Without this frog, without Armand, without Hushpuppy, the world would simply stop working. Quvenzhané imagined a grand booming sound would accompany this “end of the world”. A boom and possibly millions of falling stars. She smiled at the thought, her eyes moving off of the frog and up to the sun filled sky and the bayou trees. When she was finished daydreaming she returned her glance to the empty space, inches away, where the frog had escaped her grasp.

ooc: mer. working on her. xD

[Hud]

The sound of splashing reached Armand's aged ears and he stopped his trek through the swamp. One ear flicked toward the sound, the other remained forward. The old grullo sighed... Who could this be? He dreaded the thought of a newcomer... Teaching new horses how to survive in the swamp was becoming a tiresome task for the equine.

Nevertheless, Armand knew his duty. He must investigate. For all he knew, his ears deceived him and all they had heard was the dive of a bullfrog. Some could get quite large.

The stallion turned toward the sound and walked steadily, careful not to get too sucked into the mud beneath his hooves. His nostrils flared as he breathed in his bayou air deeply, ready for anything. There was always the threat of a challenge that kept Armand on his guard. Catching sight of the sound-maker, Armand let go of his breath. It was merely a young horse - a girl, by the looks of it. She was certainly no threat.

Letting out a weathered whinny, Armand pushed through the brush that separated them, not wishing to hide from her. As it turned out, his suspicion of "bullfrog" was not too far off; the young one seemed to be chasing them. Armand had never been much for the sport, though he knew some who loved to catch them. "Bon-joou, mah-dam..." the king released gently...

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[Hud]

We're gonna hold off on this one for a while. c: