#hinto

another OC intro!!! this is Hinto, a raven puffball with a clooose fascination to shinies :) there's a lot of lore with it, but the cystals are so important to him, he's actually waged war on Ripple Star for the crystal shards before. all with the power of spooky skeletons and corvids

HEHEHEHE

when I say horse phase, I merely mean the time Wind was most interested in the subject. Windlifter has always loved horses - and I'll add more notes around that further down - but he was most prominent in his interest between the ages of 10 and 16.

Also a quick warning, this is me very quickly dumping ALL of my ten plus years of horse hyper-hyper-hyperfixation history into one backstory and I am not sorry

Both his parents and grandparents have owned horses off and on, so he's always kinda been "around" horses in some manner. But his parents didn't use theirs very much and they each went to new homes around the time of their second child (cue Hinto), so Windlifter only remembers the horses at his grandmother's home growing up

The areas he grew up around had lots of riding trails and many folks owned various livestock, so people would ride around all the time (which probably instigated it)

For the longest time growing up, he held a fascination with horse things on television (ie the Triple Crown races, etc), and although he isn't able to appreciate it now, he does think fondly of the time that he did [AN: added this because I'm the same way. I used to love the horse racing thing but then when I got more into actual horse knowledge and psychology and such, the whole sport just leaves a bitter fucking taste in my mouth.]

Often spent the whole day out in the fields with Hinto, watching horses and then going off to play their games. But they kept the two things separate; from an early age they were taught to respect the animals and not scare them.

Despite the fact that he was crazy about them, his grandmother wouldn't let him actually ride the horses until he was twelve. Or at least, that was the original deal. She decided to tone back to eleven when she took account of the fact he had done everything to convince her he was ready

There were four horses in the herd she had out there, although only two were properly fit for riding. Most were older horses, former cattle herders from their ranch before her husband's passing. Since then they'd been turned to pasture and left to roam.

The one that Wind was always the most interested in was a mare named, ironically, Wind Chime. She was probably some kind of Appaloosa from her build and colors, but she was a Mustang, wild caught - which was a big part of the reason grandma very quickly implemented 1. Respect horse, and 2. Be old enough to be sensible before you do aaaaaanything with riding

Wind Chime was bay in color with points (ie dark legs and ear tips), and had blanket spots across her rear and flanks. For being a relatively short horse, she moved 'big' and had wide-footed gaits. But she was a sweetheart, and extremely responsive to the very slightest tap.

Windlifter rode with WC for a long time, mostly just around trails and things, before moving onto his first job, and eventually moving away when he started with the lumberjack thing. WC passed away before he switched to PPAA though.

Post-fire station switch, Windlifter's actually gotten himself a nice mare, with a different name and look, but a similar quality to old Chime. She's a sweet horse, also a Mustang but a bigger build, potentially a little bit of Friesian blood. He ended up naming her Doe, even though he had a whole list of really thought out cool native names, simply because his grandmother really liked deer and how horses also had those big dark eyes. So, Doe it was. [AN: Doe, a deer, a fe-male deer-]

OKAY I SWEAR I'M DONE

“Yo.” it said. “So, why’d you summon me?” Asked a strange floating triangle form.

The man said nothing, his nosed twitched slightly. He gazed at the yellow creature, He then moved to sit on a fuzzy purple chair in the barren room.

The short man sighed, as he rested his chin on his hands, and elbows on his knees. “I summoned you, to get rid of someone.” He says with a grin.

The creature rolled it’s eye. “Really?” “I can get rid of anyone, anyway, anyhow.” It said with glee. It eyed the man up and down. “But you know there will always be a deal involved.”

The man frowned “I know.” He said aggressively.

The triangle floated down to be eye level with him. “So, who do I get rid of?”

They man was silent, he separated his hands and twiddled his thumbs, his light blue eyes glowed in the darkness of the bunker.