Kanashimi Te was a lonely stallion lost and broken, shrouded in sorrow. He thought he had no place to go and that his world would be eternal loneliness and darkness. Te had lost his way, lost his purpose and his light.
Te wandered the dark woods until one day a beautiful mare with enchanting eyes came upon him. She soothed that loneliness, and he thought he had found a glimmer of light. Belle Morte was manipulative and only saw Te as a pawn. Te hung on her every word, he was hers in every way.
Belle wanted nothing but perfection, and in Te she saw a means to create those in her image as her first son Asher had failed her. She would stop at nothing. Te found a true light in another, her 'power' weakened over him. By then Belle was already pregnant, and it was only fitting for Te to leave. This other mare worked into her game better than she could’ve planned. When Te heard of the news that she was pregnant, she lied telling him that her children weren’t his and he was naive to think they were.
Te had looked forward to being a father, but he left Belle with his heart. He went to find Cameo, the mare that he had met and who had changed his life for the better. It wasn’t until Asher, Belle’s first son, came to him. Asher told him what his mother had done, and what she planned to do. The stallions planned to rescue the children by whatever means necessary, but could they pull it off?
Disclaimer: Belle Morte is based off the Anita Blake series, she does not fit the angeni mold by any means because I want to be true to the Anita Blake character. It would be best by the shop if you rpd your baby with a more angeni nature.
Posted: Wed Jan 20, 2016 6:36 pm
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Mother
Belle Morte has an obsession with beauty. Male or female she does not discriminate. She is lustful and has a craving for blood. She is conniving and manipulative, and will do anything in her power to remain at the top of the food chain. Belle’s only desire is to feel desired by others. She goes weak for blue eyes, and Asher was perfect. Until he was attacked by a skinwalker. After he was mauled the scars that covered his body were unappealing to her so she shunned him. Occasionally they meet, though it’s usually not on pleasant grounds. She plans to raise her children in her image and will protect them with all that she has.
Father
Te has gone through great suffering from before he came to the Kawanii lands. He neglected his duties and sorrow over took him and he believed the emptiness inside him could never be filled. He was easily taken in by Belle, blind to her true nature and intentions. It wasn't until later that the light returned thanks to another mare or truly pure light. Now that is 'awake' again he has resumed his duties, helping relieve those in great suffering of their sadness and sorrow.
Te is a quiet stallion but gentle, he has seen much violence in his life and is scarred forever for it. He doesn't talk much about the past as he has leaned it's about the future and what the sunrise brings. He is compassionate and loving and would do anything for his children and the ones he loves as he doesn't wish to go through the loss of losing them again. He is very wise and is a practiced fighter but avoids conflict at all costs, but he does pass on some of his fighting prowess for self defense purposes only as he does know the conflict that can still arise. His family is everything to him and wants what is best for them and for them to be happy, family will always come first to him. Where he was once in darkness consumed by sadness he is now very happy and wishes to make those around him happy too.
If you want to read more about his past, though needing to be updated, you can find his story in my tepeee
Half-Brother
Asher’s left side is completely mauled, the rest of him is untouched perfect. He uses his posture, hair and shadows to present himself to others ashamed of his scars because of growing up with Belle. Although Belle saved him from the skinwalker, the damage that was done was nothing compared to the words she had for his appearance later. Due to this Asher has problems trusting anyone, especially women. He does not believe that anyone can love him due to the scars that adorn his body. He fears rejection although deep down he is a romantic. He will be just as protective over his new siblings and will probably be heavily involved in the rearing of the kids depending on who they stay with either way.
Sisters
Username: Death Resurrected Name: Noir Biosex: Female Orientation: Pansexual About: Good chance that during the heist of trying to steal the baskets, she gets dropped off somewhere by accident. Away from both feuding sides of the family. Not quite sure who is going to find her…working on that still. Eventually she will find her way back to her siblings.
She will be quiet, an observer. Often analyzing a situation before she decides to take action. Like her mother she will be calculating, and will often use her words to get her way. Though she will always carry a certain sadness with her, that of an old soul. Although her intentions are intended to be good, it sometimes doesn’t turn out that way.
Username: stormflower Name: Amaranthe Yori Meaning: Amaranthe French meaning 'unfading', Yori Japanese meaning 'servant of the people' Biosex: Female Orientation: Straight I think About: Amaranthe stays solely with her mother, her father and brother not having been successful in rescuing her. She is raised in her mothers image and for time knows only as her mother said and did as her mother did, but as she gets older her views of her mother become skewed. Her brother, Asher finds her away from her mother one day. She didn't know who he was but she felt a pull towards him she couldn't explain. They had several encounters before Asher divulged his identity to her. When she learned the truth she knew she had to escape from her mother. The only problem is she doesn't know how
Amaranthe is a closed off mare slightly when with her mother, she is quiet and very obedient and very much a lady. She feels a little closed off and when her mother isn't looking she finds a release in flying and singing to the wind. When she free of her mothers vines she is a very soft-spoken and gentle mare with a great resolve to bring peace to others. She will go out into the world wanting to heal in whatever way she can. She will be a bringer of peace to those in need much like her father helps ease those suffering in Sorrow.
Though she is soft-spoken she isn't a push over, after standing her ground with her mother and leaving(how ever this is done) she'll have a great since of justice and if she pushed to it she can be aggressive and her soft voice goes stern. She would never say anything hurtful to anyone, but some have thicker skulls then other to where she wont be heard. This also ties in with her family, once she is reunited with her father and siblings they will come first to her and anyone threatens that she will tell you whats what. She isn't a fighter but through her father she has learned to defend herself and those she loves as much as she doesn't condone violence at all.
Overall she is kind and loving mare who has nothing but good in her heart and the desire to help others find peace in whatever way they need. She is very polite in her words and its said her singing could soothe the meanest demon to sleep, but she wont be going out to try and test that xD
Side note: Amaranthe is the name her mother gave her, but when she reunites with her father as a young adult she and him choose the name Yori. She wont discard the name her mother gave her as she still loves her mother and respects in her in some ways, but she will start to go by Yori when she is older as she will identify more with it.
Posted: Thu Jan 21, 2016 10:38 am
~*Boy you are trying for*~
Prompts:
Prompt 1: Its a stormy night when your father and older brother steal you away from your mother along with your 'older' sister. They each take one basket and hide them in a safe place to try and make a rescue attempt for your other sister. Noir goes missing, but you are found and raised by your father under no hidden truths about your mother and siblings. You are now starting to spread your wings and venture further from home. During your exploration you run into one that looks like you or one you feel an odd bond with. Who is it you meet? How does it go? (Free to reference Belle, Asher, Noir, or Amatanthe)
Prompt 2: You've grown into a fine young stallion who was shown love and affection by your mother. She has told you that you had siblings but they were stolen away by your eldest brother who was jealous of you, and your father who had betrayed your mother for another. You are starting to spread your wings and venture further from your home and the family you know. Out on your travels you come across one that looks like you or one you feel an odd bond with. Who is it you meet and how does it go? (You can use Noir, Asher, or Te to reference to for this prompt)
Prompt 3: Complete Free for all. Tell us what ever you want, does he go on an adventure, does he meet danger if so what does he do? Does he find a friend? Whatever inspires you! Have fun.
(Prompt 1 and 2 as you can see are similar. They are a way for us to know which side you choose for him to be raised. If you choose prompt 3 that's fine, if you have an idea of who you want him raised by you can add it in to the plots or whatever or simply state it can be decided and plotted out with Death and myself after the contest concludes. Remember HAVE FUN!!)
[align=center][size=16][color=lightseagreen][b]I will not stay Bound![/color][/b][/size][/align] [b]Username:[/b] your name goes here [b]Name:[/b] pony name [b]Meaning [size=9](optional)[/size]:[/b] [b]Biosex:[/b] Male [b]Gender [size=9](optional)[/size]:[/b] gender identity [b]Orientation [size=9](optional)[/size]:[/b] [b]RP examples [size=9](optional)[/size]:[/b] Links to other RPs [b]About:[/b] [b]Plots:[/b] tell us what you have in mind for his future
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Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2016 10:43 pm
I will not stay Bound!
Username: Lysia_nyteblade Name: Carlisle Chi (Will go by Chi) Meaning (optional): Chi= Will, Purpose from Sino-Vietnamese (Carlisle being the first name given to him as a basket by Bele) Biosex: Male Gender (optional): TBD (As I flesh out the character I'll learn more of this.) Orientation (optional): Bisexual RP examples (optional):[X], [X], [X] (more to be found in my teepee) About: A head strong stallion, He'll often be fount to be stubborn in his resolve once he's made up his mind. He can be a bit block headed and crude though under the surface lays a softer gentler side to him. He'll be quick witted and sharper of tongued though often he'll use this ability for jesting rather than harming. Still he'll be capable of getting his way with honeyed words when he really wants. Something that could eventually lead him into some troubles down the line. Plots:
Foal: Daddy's little man: Growing up with his father's tender care, he's attached himself to his father. It's a father son rp to help solidify heir bond as it will stand a heavy test later in life.
Friends of many colors: It's a plot to help this little fellow gain a few friends and develop more to his personality.
Adult: The test of time: This is a plot of which as a young stallion he comes across his mother unknowingly. She weasels her way into his trust with silken words and tries to gain him as her pawn to possibly gain an upper hand on both Asher and Te. This is the test to challenge the bond between father and son as he heard Belle's "side of the story".
Prompt Picked: -1-
Prompt Response
Thunder crackled and lightning flashed as the storm waged. He'd felt his basked move and shift as he was seemingly moved likely to be gotten out of the storm he thought. Scratches and scrapes were the sounds her heard among hushed whispers as his basket was left within the underbrush. The gentle rhythm of rain pitter pattering down into the leaves soon accompanied the sound on his basket top. A soggy evening this was seeming to turn out to be. He could hear muffled in the distance despair and anger filler shrieks filled the air. Something was happening.. Something was off. Wiggling withing his weaved prison, he snuffled and sniffed at the cracks, hoping to get some idea of what was going on in the world outside. His basket soon shifted and moved once more as it was being moved this time with much more haste than it had been placed into hiding. As he was bounced and jostled, he let out a small disapproving noise only to be answered with the soothing hushing of a male's voice. He was being stolen away! Shifting and moving around he wiggled once more in his basket wondering what was going on. What had happened to his siblings? How infuriating this enclosed area he knew to be the only world he lived within was with all the uncertain things that were happening outside. Another voice soon joined the other, this one he vaguely recognized to be Asher's. His world was changing and all of which he couldn't see and only could hear. The rain battered harsher against the wicker basket he was held within as he was moved with great speed. The sound and rocking motion combined lulled him to sleep as the two stallions awayed with him, though the last he did hear before sleep overcame him was what sounded like one last ditch effort to keep he and his sisters together and the sound of something heavy splashing into water.
Posted: Fri Jan 22, 2016 11:31 pm
I will not stay Bound!
Username:Fokushi Meishin Name: Nathaniel Meaning (optional): Book character from the same series. Biosex: Male Gender (optional): Male Orientation (optional): Bisexual RP examples (optional): Links to other RPs About: Nathaniel is A loving Soquili that has a small thing for pain that kinda frightens him because her doesn't know where it came from. It is the only trait that he 'inherited' From his biological mother. His adoptive mother SilverMane was just a regular Soq that showed him unconditional love though she wasn't always the best and couldn't help with everything that cropped up in his life. He is very understanding because of this and grew to love children because his mother tended to adopt other foals and baskets on top of her own. Plots: Can you Teach me to Fly?- After asking SilverMane if she can teach him to fly and being disappointed by her lack of ability to do so her goes to find another to teach him. Why Does it Feel This Way?- After hurting a small bird and enjoying it SilverMane is horrified and she goes to consult a close friend about what she should do. Meanwhile Nathaniel runs away and is confronted with a not so nice Soquili that may or may not help him accept/fix his problem. ...Father? Sisters? Brother?...-One day while on his own and contemplating his life he is visited by Soquili that he has never met before. They Claim to be his family but... He already has one... His mother is evil?... No his mother was loving... SilverMane is also enlightened to her adopted sons heritage at this time. I Don't Want This...- One day while out With SilverMane's young ones he is confronted by his mother. Frightened by her and scared for the young ones and himself He tries to fight her off. My Scars...-One day he happens upon a soquili that for some reason he just can't seem to let go. But he thinks that they won't have him because of the scars left from the fight with his mother. Is he right or wrong? Prompt Picked: 3-ish I guess
Prompt Response
Nathaniel felt like crap. He hated being away from his family but he had to get away from all of the insanity. He couldn't stand the unfamiliarity with the situation. He came to a clearing and and paced in circles. A whole family. A whole family that he didn't know about. One where apparently his mother was evil. He knew he was adopted and everything but it is still shocking when it is like you have family coming out of the shadows that you didn't have. Suddenly he paused and took a sharp breath. What if he was evil? what if he was a danger to his family? He shook his head hard rattling his brain around. No he could never hurt his family. His mind flashed to his... Guilty pleasure and suddenly his head was pressed against a tree and he walked into it trying to force thee though out of his mind. No no no he could never hurt his family. his hooves dug up the grass under them as he tired to force his head farther into the unyielding tree. Suddenly he heard a twig snap behind him and he spun to see the... His sister standing just inside of the tree line and flinched when she got closer. "what do you want?" he snapped bitterly turning his eyes to the ground so he wouldn't have to look at her. He heard her sigh," I know it seems like we came in and ruined your life with this information..." She paused for a second when he gave a harsh snort but then carried on like he hadn't made a sound,"But we didn't come here to take you from your family or destroy what you had but we do come with a warning and advice. Belle Morte is coming and she will come soon. That is the warning. The advice; leave. Either come with use or leave on your own. But don't stick around here. You would only be putting all the ones that you love in danger. Don't be the one to get your family killed because you where selfish." To say he was shocked was an understatement. Her words devastated him. Leave? Leave his family? Leave his home? He automatically shook his head denying the idea before it even had a chance to settle in. Leave. He just couldn't see it. His sister sighed again and looked at him once before turning back the way she came. "You can deny it..." she called over her shoulder,"... but that doesn't make it untrue and that won't stop it from happening. We will be in the area for the next few days planning our next move but you won't be able to find us. We have to stay hidden to protect ourselves. We will stop by at the end of the week and you can tell us your decision then." She swiftly left, fading into the dark shadows without a sound and left Nathaniel to think about the situation he was in. He had a week to figure out what he was going to do. Little did he know that the decision wasn't one that was his to make.
Username: AstoriaFallen Name: Bartolome Meaning (optional): I think it means farmer, but its from the book series and is in the blood line from Belle. Biosex: Male Gender (optional): Male Orientation (optional): Pansexual most likely (won't know till I RP him) RP examples (optional):You remind me (Astraea x Barachiel) When you wish upon a star (Astraea x Amadahy) [November ORP] Cold About: He is going to be be very protective of his sisters once they're all together. Especially from their mother. After learning how she treated their father and their brother he really doesn't want anything to do with her and would like to tell her a piece of his mind if he could. At least once he's an adult. He's going to be very noble and almost old fashioned in a way. He will treat those he cares for with the up most respect and shower them will the affections they deserve. He won't be mean in the sense of being nasty, but he will get stern if you cross him. Plots: I would like for him to run into Amatanthe and eventually help her get away from their mother.
I wouldn't mind him actually meeting belle either and keeping from her that she is his mother, though there is the off chance that she could figure it out.
Definitely want some family rps going on with them. Perhaps he runs into Noir without even knowing it at one point and she finally makes her way to their father and them and he's shocked to have not realized their connection sooner.
When he gets older I would like for him to confront their mother. Why? Because family drama is always fun! Plus he'll be big enough to hold his own against her.
I would like for him to have perhaps one failed love plot. Be it male or female, not sure at this point yet. Eventually though he will have children though i'm not sure if it will be through surrogacy or if he actually falls for a nice mare. Would like for the first one that fails to fail due to the other being manipulative like his mother and that just makes him question a whole lot of things.
Prompt Picked: Prompt 1:
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When he had been old enough to understand the circumstances that surrounded his upbringing he made it one of his personal goals to seek out Noir and rescue Amatanthe from their mother. As he got older and learned all that he could from his father about his mother and older brother and what they looked like he started to make plans on what it was he could possibly do to help Amatanthe since he at least knew where she was. He just prayed that Noir was somewhere safe and well taken care of. He was sure in time the would be reunited, but when that would be, he did not know.
Around the time he was getting old enough to learn to fly he decided he'd start testing himself, though the best he could come up with was a semi-decent glide. Which was alright to him. He knew he wasn't going to get it on the first go around, but he could still have faith that in time he would be a strong flyer. While he was practicing so many things came to his mind. Why had their mother been the way she had? Was his sister's alright? What about his sister that was being raised by her? Did she know about him? Was she being raised to be just like her? He shuddered at the thought and decided that he would see if perhaps he could find someone wandering nearby. Maybe he'd get lucky, or maybe not.
He had told his father that he was going to go practice some flying, or in his case gliding, so it gave him plenty of time to go venture forth and come back before he got too worried. As it would seem he would have the fate of fortune on his side. As he was making his way along he spotted a figure not to far away that wasn't much bigger than he. He paused for a moment, looking around cautiously to see if there were any adults. Once he was satisfied there wasn't he moved forward and cleared his throat carefully as he approached the young filly.
Something seemed odd about the situation. Well, not so much as odd as it seemed like this should be something that should have happened sooner. Like there was something telling him that he knew this filly. He gave her his name and she introduced herself in return and when he heard the name it made him freeze. It wasn't possible. Was it? How many fillies out there would have the same name as Amathane? He asked if she was alone then and she said that her mother wasn't too far away and that they had been out together and she had just slipped away for a moment. He didn't know how to tell her he was her brother and wanted her to come with him... It was then he heard a voice calling for her and he knew he would have to go soon.
Before he turned to leave he asked her if she could meet him here again the next day, or at least try to come back and he'd come and wait for her to show up because he wanted to get to know her more. In reality he wanted to work up a way to tell her the situation and little did he know she wanted to get away. So in the end perhaps his asking her to meet him again would work out. He knew he had to leave before their mother showed up though. He gave her a bow of his head and a warm smile and promised her that she would see him again and hurried back the way he had come.
Posted: Sat Jan 23, 2016 9:35 pm
I will not stay Bound!
Username: ~Twilight...Angel~ Name: Tristesse Profonde Meaning (optional): Deep Sadness in French Biosex: Male Gender (optional): Male Orientation (optional): They will love whomever they would like.
About: As the only basket to be successfully kidnaped by his father and half-brother, Tristesse was raised in a decent environment. The only thing that has always plagued him is the knowledge that he had two sisters who were potentially in the company of his manipulative mother. His sisters being in the company of such makes him uneasy. Though this is always in the back of his mind, he tries to lead a happy and safe life with his father and half-brother. Helping others to overcome tough times, especially when they have a loved one pass, is something that is very important to him. Tristesse is rather empathetic to other Soquili when he helps them through these tough times, often feeling their pain as though it was his own. Though this helps them with the others getting over their pain, he ends up carrying their pain as his own. It's a heavy burden for such a soul to hold. A burden that has made him older than his natural years ever could. Though Tristesse enjoys helping others, he does have a bit of a dark side when he is upset. This will often cause him to lash out at others. Such things are not limited to just words either, when upset enough he will physically lash out. This often causes him to become physically ill afterward. Not being able to face anyone for at least a few days after the incident takes place. The shame he feels after these things happen is his own sin to bear. Tristesse may seem like a rather dismal stallion at first glance, but anyone who gets to know him better than what they can see, would know that he has a very happy side. This side of him is loving and caring of everyone who means something to him. Often giggling and even playing games, he is jolly and rambunctious. This may seem like a complete 180 from what most see from him in his day to day life, but it is just as much a part of him as his other personality.
Plots: Defense Training: Tristesse has a lot of lessons from his father, but these are what he would consider to be his most important. This is when he puts up his guard the most. And when he enjoys his father's company the most as well. Deep Sadness: This is what he feels when Tristesse comes in contact with most of his "clinets." Helping others through their greif, whatever it may be, and taking on the burden himself. Though this makes him feel bad, he feels it is his duty to help others. Finding Family: Much like his father, Tristesse feels that his family is the most important thing in his life. This means that he would do anything to find and meet his sisters that he was seperated from. Thus starts his own journey to find them. No matter what it takes. Anger Leaked: The first time that his anger boils over into rage and a physical combat. Tristesse doesn't understand what he's doing, but he can't stop himself from doing it. This would also when he discovers his distaste for violence. A Love...: This will be complicated. Tristesse isn't the easiest to crack into falling in love, but this is a whirlwind romance that leads into something deeper than either knew that it would. This would strictly be a lifemating (lovemating). He isn't going to be the type to fling.
Prompt Picked: One - Its a stormy night when your father and older brother steal you away from your mother along with your 'older' sister. They each take one basket and hide them in a safe place to try and make a rescue attempt for your other sister. Noir goes missing, but you are found and raised by your father under no hidden truths about your mother and siblings. You are now starting to spread your wings and venture further from home. During your exploration you run into one that looks like you or one you feel an odd bond with. Who is it you meet? How does it go? (Free to reference Belle, Asher, Noir, or Amatanthe)
Prompt Response
Tristesse really didn't usually go too far away from his father and half brother. It's not that he wasn't confident he could take care of himself, he was sure of the skills that his father gave him. In that sense, this day was a strange one. Nothing else was really out of the ordinary, just that he felt compelled to go further than he normally did. To spread his wings completely. Find out how far he was able to go with them. This wasn't really something he would normally decide to do. Not something he would think his father would want him to do until he was older. Until he was ready for what might be out in the world as a whole. Looking behind him, he gave his father a final thought before spreading his wings and taking to the sky.
As he lifted off the ground and up above the tree line, the feeling simply got stronger. The feeling of needing to be someplace. As he drifted along, following his feelings, he took a long deep breath of air, "It's so nice up here... So free... So clean..." Really Tristesse had never noticed how light the air was. How so easy it was to simply glide along and follow where his heart wants to take him.
Slowly he felt the feeling guiding him down to the ground. Not knowing what might be down there, he gently set himself down, trying not too move too much. Gently moving his head, looking around him, he spotted someone. This was what was drawing him. He could feel it. As he looked at the grown mare, his heart beat grew quicker. This mare meant something to him. Looking at her dark wings spread out, seeming to take in everything around her. He really didn't want to find out just yet why it was that he was drawn to this mare. In his heart he had an idea as to why she seemed to be calling out to him, but he wasn't prepared to face the mare who gave birth to him. The mare who had his sisters as far as he knew. Who had not given his half brother the true attention he deserved. Used his father.
Taking another deep breath, he spoke allowed quietly, "Not yet mother... I'm not ready to face you." As he took another deep breath, he turned away, ready to return to his father. Ready to ignore this feeling. Ready to ignore this pulling. Or at least until he was ready to face her. Ready to deal with the things that she has done.
Username: Divena Name: Rachat Morte Meaning (optional): Redemption Biosex: Male Gender (optional): Male Orientation (optional): Possibly Bi RP examples (optional): All my rps can be found here in my teepee X-D (Links correspond with soq profiles) About: Rachat will have an… unusual idea of beauty. He’ll have the ability to see beauty in pretty much everything, often sitting and staring until he does, because he believes it’s there. On the surface he’ll seem to be a rather quiet, sedate stallion, choosing his words with care when he had to speak at all. But he is fiercely loyal, especially to those he considers family. He has a tendency to use arrogance and confidence as a shield when he’s feeling particularly uncertain or vulnerable. Plots: After being raised by his mother, he’ll believe that his half brother truly hates him, but that won’t stop him from wishing he could get to know Asher. Or his father really. Rachat will be highly protective over the one sister that he knows, and wishing that he could have met the one that vanished. When he grows enough to venture out on his own, the first thing he will do is to go looking for that lost sister, determined to find her and bring her back. What he learned under his mother, however, will be challenged when he meets others who are not conventionally pretty. I’d like for him to meet his father, eventually, and his older half brother. Meeting Asher, especially, will be a blow to Rachat’s faith in his mother, since his older brother will be nothing like he expected. This will pull out the foundation of his understanding of his world, and force him to reevaluate everything she had ever said or done. How this is handled will probably determine a lot of how he continues on.
Regardless of where his path takes him, or how his personality develops, family will always play a huge part in his life. Prompt Picked: 2
Prompt Response
Rachat had been traveling for quite awhile now, and while he had seen many things, he had yet to find the lost sister he was hunting for. If he was being honest with himself, and he always tried to be, he was starting to get worried. What if she never survived her childhood? What if whoever stole her away had nefarious plans for her? What if he wouldn’t recognize her when he saw her?
No, he shook his head at that thought. He would know his own blood when he found her. That much he was certain of. A family bond as deep as theirs couldn’t be mistaken, could it? And surely if something had happened to her, he would have known. He wouldn’t feel the yearning in his heart to reunite his family if she had been lost forever. She was probably found by a lovely family that had loved her as she grew up. Maybe she was looking for him just as hard as he was looking for her…
Rachat sighed heavily. These thoughts, while reassuring, weren’t particularly helpful. He would simply have to keep searching until he found her. Or found word of her. He had been asking around for a “beautiful mare” because he had no other way to describe her. He knew she would be beautiful. Any of Belle’s children would be, and his missing sister would surely be no exception. But beyond that… He didn’t have a clue. Having never met his father, he couldn’t even begin to hazard a guess as to what she might look like. All he had to go off of was his own appearance as well as that of his mother’s and the sister he had grown up with. But who knew how helpful that would be?
Ah! More useless thoughts! He shook them away quickly and focused on the most important thing. He had no room for doubts. He would find his sister. Somehow. Hopefully before his mysterious older brother managed to sink his fangs into her. That would be terrible…
As if his thoughts had summoned the other stallion, Rachat turned a corner on the path and nearly walked face first into a stranger. He jerked back, hiding behind a tree out of reflex, giving him time to study the stranger. Fortunately, he was used to stepping quietly, and the other male had been turned away from him.
At first, all Rachat noticed was a fall of lovely golden curls and some very impressive wings. Absently, he decided that this fellow would have met his mother’s approval. Then he noticed some scarring, mostly hidden by the shadows, on the other male’s legs. Ah, maybe not. While Rachat found himself appreciating a proper scar or two, he knew his mother would find such things distasteful. That was fine. It wasn’t as though Rachat had any intention of bringing any strangers home… just his sister.
Still, he couldn’t bring himself to walk away from the stranger. There was something there, something that sparked his curiosity. The stranger was… familiar somehow, but Rachat couldn’t quite put his hoof on what. Perhaps they were related somehow?
He nearly choked on his own breath when the thought hit him. Another glance at the nearly hidden scars and he connected the mental dots to realize he was staring at his mysterious older brother. The one that hated him for the beauty he still had and Asher had lost. Rachat knew he should leave, quickly, before Asher had a chance to attack him… but he couldn’t quite manage it.
This was family… perhaps family that hated him, but family nonetheless. A small seed of hope bloomed in his heart. Perhaps he could overcome Asher’s jealousy? Or… maybe Asher knew where their sister was? If he could convince the stallion to tell him that… Ah, Rachat didn’t know what he was thinking. What he did know was that his chance to speak to his brother was slipping away. Maybe the other stallion wouldn’t even know whom he was talking to… yes, that was possible, right?
Clinging to that theory, and the need to finally meet his brother, even one that despised him, he stepped out from behind the tree. Whatever happened, he told himself, he would be no worse off than he had been a few minutes ago… right? Right.
The drama surrounding his family is simply the beginning of his uncertainty. As he grows older, he discovers that life is never as black and white as it seems. There are always shades of gray, always sides being chosen for one thing or another. Even his idea of love is unclear. The thought of choosing one love over another strikes fear into him, and yet he wants for nothing more than that.
For Taryn, there is only one thing that helps to ease his soul- music. Music allows him to become lost in another time and place. He doesn’t have to acknowledge his own feelings of insecurity or worry about his family’s status. His voice- its song- releases emotions in the purest way possible. Plots: What of My Mother?- While playing with a friend, Taryn is asked a series of questions about his family. He doesn't know how to answer them and so poses them to his father and brother. This is completely optional for those writing the other family members, of course.
I Sing a Song- Taryn feels lost in his thoughts. He has no outlet for his fears and worries, uncertain how to voice them. As happenstance would have it though, he comes across another who sings and dances. The beat of the song entrances Taryn and he quickly joins in to discover his own voice.
Another Like Me- Taryn is now a young adult. He has gone out for a bit of exploration when he chances upon a young mare who looks like him. Thinking that this could be his long lost sister, the stallion introduces himself and begins a conversation. (Note: This could go one of two ways- 1) It could actually be Noir or 2) it could be some random mare who happens to fit Taryn's perceived picture of what Noir looks like. Though my personal thought is for it to be the latter occurrence.)
The Meeting- After waiting for so long, Taryn has finally decided to seek out his mother and mend the rift in his family. He doesn't tell his family where he's going other than to say he'll be back before winter. All of Taryn's hopes and dreams lie with this one encounter. Will it be everything he thought it would or will heartache be wrought?
Shining Light- Taryn is heartbroken after the meeting with his mother. He is now more confused and broken as ever. Not even music has been able to bring peace to his soul now. As he sings his lament, another stallion or mare hears him and seeks to comfort him. New feelings arise, but Taryn remains uncertain. It will be up to the other to rekindle his lost flame. (Note: This particular plot will be heavily dependent on how the meeting with Belle goes. Taryn's uncertainty does make him pliable and gullible.)
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The wind blew cold and fierce across the mountain face. Winter would soon be upon the land, showering it with its pale beauty. Taryn would need to be home before then or else risk being cut off from his family until spring. He could not let himself think of that at the moment though. There was a purpose for his traveling. A question that needed to be answered- one that had waited too long for a resolution.
Taryn stood at the edge of a jutting boulder, looking out on the valley below. His gaze fell squarely on a point in the distance where he believed his mother to live. “I must ask her.” The stallion’s voice was barely louder than a whisper as it was whisked away by the wind. “Things cannot be as horrible as father and Asher have made them out to be. Surely a mother and mate could not cast off her family so easily…?”
The young stallion remembered the day that everything had been explained. He had been playing with another foal when his friend had posed a question to him. Why did he not have a mother? Was she dead or did she run away? Truthfully, Taryn had put no thought into the matter until that moment. He had always assumed that she had died and so had never bothered to ask. Sufficiently curious from his friend’s inquiry, the young foal had gone to his family for answers. Taryn had not been prepared for the story that unfolded.
Curiosity soon became replaced with uncertainty. Certainly Taryn’s mother would not reject Asher for his scars? They were a mark of valor and love. To reject something so pure, and to subsequently cause the giver distress, could only be born from darkness. Yet his father held a light so bright within him that darkness had no foothold. The two pieces do not fit in the same puzzle… Taryn had thought after hearing the tale.
Since that day, Taryn had continued to ponder his family’s division. He bided his time until he became strong enough to travel on his own so that he could locate his mother. Perhaps she could quell the tumultuous war within himself by providing her view of events. If nothing else, he might be able to convince her to come visit the family. A singular meeting could hold the potential to reach Taryn’s ultimate dream- mending the rift between father and mother.
An icy gust shook Taryn from his reverie. “I do not have time to waste.” He footfalls were heavy and quick as he descended to the plain below. “All of my searching will come to an end today and I will have my answers.” Little did he realize what lay ahead of him. For where truth can bring peace, it can also bring heartache.
Username: Tiger_Kisa699 Name: Requiem Meaning (optional): Im an Anita Blake fan and i feel like the name(Yes referenced from book but i probably wont base him off the haracter) fits the basket. Meaning for real is: a Mass for the repose of the souls of the dead. Biosex: Male Gender (optional): Male Orientation (optional): Undecided RP examples (optional): #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 About: He would be mellow in mood, not one for overly reacting to things or overly active. Hes calm and relaxed. Hes interested in things as a child and an adult but hes not overly enthusiastic about every day life. He views things from afar and likes to learn about them. He grew up with his father and brother Asher. He loves his father and looks up to his brother a lot. He looks forward to meeting his mother one day and making his own opinion of her but he never has had the desire to be with her, to live with her or know any family other then his father and brother(And which ever sister is with him and them). He does not wish to leave them till he finds his own avenue for life and love and goes to make his own path. He doesn't wish to be like his mother, or what hes heard about her at least. He doesn't wish to be with a female who would play him and make him think that he doesn't have a family. He wants to find love for himself and love with all the feelings he has so that he can make his own loving family.
Plots: What is love?-An RP with his dad or Asher where he asks about feelings and love and how he knows when he has found it.
Who are you?-Where he talks with the sibling he hasn't known with his father and finds out that she is his other sister. He asks about his mother and what its been like living with her.
Why do you hate dad?: He meets Bella and asks her for her reasons behind doing all that shes done.
Finding a mate RP's-Not sure if i want him to be more into boys or girls or maybe a poly relationship. But i would like him to have flirting meets with both genders to see what his feelings are either way.
I wonder what you are: Id love to have him meet a skinwalker and have a nice fight RP when he finds out evil they are. He doesn't much have much in the way of a mean bone in his body and it would be interesting for him to have a talk of why their evil and a fight to save himself from being killed.
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Requiem looked around and saw his father sleeping and his big brother had wandered away to get himself fed and some water. He stood up and wandered off to find some thing interesting, he wanted to see things. To know more things about all around him. He ventured into the trees and looked all around. Peeking here and there at the plants and small animals around him. He liked seeing them, liked finding new things. He looked to the sun, he looked to the grass and trees. He looked all around and laughed and smiled softly. It was so bright, so pretty.
He walked slowly into a clearing and looked around and saw some pretty Violets on the ground. He smiled and sat down and looked over them happily. They were pretty flowers. He liked them very much. He eyed them closely and then heard someone walking up, coming towards him. He turned his head and looked in the direction of the movement and watched a pretty filly coming towards him. She looked...familiar some how. She looked like...like he should know her. Who was this female? Why did he feel...sure he knew her. "Excuse me...do you live near here?" he asked her, slowly getting to his feet. He walked over to her, feeling comfortable coming to her side. She smiled and he knew then, that his heart was telling him that she was his sister. He asked her to sit and chat a while. He asked her if she felt the same, if she felt connected to him in some way. They talked for hours till loud crashes came chasing them into the clearing and his father came back and found them, Asher coming up behind him not long after.
"Father, brother, look who i have found. Her name is Noir and were sure that we are siblings! Isn't it wonderful!" He said with a smile as he shifted his wings happily and smiled happily.
Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2016 2:19 pm
I will not stay Bound!
Username: Fatal Irony Name: Tristam Meaning (optional): Full of sorrows Biosex: Male Gender (optional): Male Orientation (optional): Undecided RP examples (optional):Teepeep - All links are in there in the post of each soquili. (I typoed it to Teepeep and thought it was funny so I left it XD) About: I choose to have him raised by the father, successfully getting rescued. The prompt suggests he'll be told about his mother and siblings, this is the assumption I'm working under.
Tristam is idealistic in his belief that there is good in everyone. He is consumed by the idea of finding and helping his mother and sisters, feeling incomplete and empty inside and thinking the cause is the fractured relationships in his family. He will eventually learn that the emptiness he feels is a lack of purpose, and he will find a way to fill that hole.
Outwardly he is somewhat sullen, serious seeming, but that's only until you get to know him. Then he's pleasant enough and fairly normal despite his background. While he wishes desperately for his mother's love and her redemption to the side of light, he also acknowledges that she and his father are not a good match and is happy for his dad to find true love.
Outside of his family he is driven to bring light to the world, almost as if in penance for the darkness of his family. He's spent time learning how to use herbs and things like acupuncture and meditation, in order to heal those he comes across. He's always looking to learn new ways to help others. He's something of a pacifist, believing most conflicts can be solved with nonviolence. However the world is dangerous and he is aware that there are many dangers he can't talk through, and therefor he also practices self defense. He finds it soothing to go through the motions, and uses it as another form of meditation. Plots: Young adult: Manipulation: In the course of Tristam trying to find good in his mother, she can use that to get her clutches in him. She can manipulate him to whatever end she sees fit, to be agreed upon. He could even possibly be under her power for an extended period, being "rescued" or escaping later, feeling still hopeful.
Redemption: I would love to get together with the Angeni of Redemption and have him go on a crusade to redeem his mother's soul. I could see this as a massive undertaking, one in which his siblings and father can be involved if they want, and maybe even some additional players. They might try to capture Belle and hold her captive as they try to redeem her. How that plays out is up to us!
Breaking free: Tristam would love to help Yori escape their mother's clutches. Whether this is successful or not is up to us! I could see this taking more than one attempt, depending on how formidable Belle is. He may need to recruit help.
Seeking out Noir: This is an over-arching line because I imagine it will take time to find her. Once he does, we'll have to work out how she and he get along. He'll be curious about her own upbringing and whatever adventures she might have had. Yori can possibly help with this!
Full adult: Resolution: This one will depend on how things play out with his Mother. I'm ASSUMING that redemption is not possible for her, or maybe she escapes before any real effort is accomplished, or whatever happens and Tristam is forced to accept that things are lost with her. This will be the end of his voluntary contact with her. He would stop seeking her out, and just forgive her to move on.
((Not about this basket but if you want Noir raised by someone my Abigail and her herd would take the basket in if you like! Let me know smile Whether or not I win XD))
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It was finally time. He had been agonizing over the decision for months, gripped by fear and uncertainty. So much in his life was uncertain growing up. He always felt like he was on shifting sand, unable to really settle anywhere. It was actually a large reason he was making this decision to begin with. He had stuck by his father growing up, but now he was just on the cusp of adulthood. He was strong, young, and felt an uncontrollable desire to go for it.
He had so many lofty goals for his life, and thought perhaps the easiest would be to seek out his mother first. He had a hope that simply seeing him would kindle some spark of love and light within her, but he feared she was exactly what he had heard about her. In his mind he had created of her a monster, and the fear he felt was deeply rooted in that image. He shook his head, arguing with himself. She couldn't possibly be that bad, could she? Maybe this was a mistake. He continued pacing back and forth in the moonlight, struggling with the most significant decision of his life, his wings half-open and twitching in anticipation.
How would he find her? He had never been told where she might be located, with obvious reasons. He felt like he was stalling. He'd made a plan for seeking her out, and had already made enough inquiries to have a vague sense of a direction to being in. He shook his head violently, growling in frustration. He wouldn't find her by standing still, and the night was almost over. He wanted to be long gone before the sun rose, giving him a head start on his father who might oppose this particular journey. Gritting his teeth he finally decided to just go for it, spreading his wings and launching into the air decisively, fear be damned.
"Here we go," he murmured, hoping this wasn't the greatest mistake of his life.
Username: Infinities Name: Isas Morte Meaning (optional): Isas is Japanese for "Worthy", and Morte is Belle's name, meaning "Death." Biosex: Male Gender (optional): Male Orientation (optional): TBD RP examples (optional): About: Isas is a prime example of nature vs nurture. He is cunning and vain. He will be kept by Belle as a basket, perhaps to be taken not long after he hatches and raised by his father. Vain, Selfish, and Judgmental are all very good words. Very accurate words. He accepts them, and raises you by an Entitled. And Talented. Talented and Genius are two others that could definitely be tried, and probably the root cause of the majority of his other problems. Modesty is certainly not anything he would ever be accused of, actually, while it is being thought of. The very thought of it rather makes him shudder! His diversions are taken in the manipulation of other soquili. What makes them tick, what do they want, and what could get him what he wanted? A smile here could get him one thing, and the right words in this ear over here could get him something else. Developing this skill would get him into this circle... But while he may be self-interested, he isn't completely amoral. Every once in a while, he will be willing to step back from what he wants in order to obtain something of lesser value. Not particularly kindness, since he refuses to view it as such, he considers these 'losses' an investment, and isn't likely to let anyone forget it. He is also not the sort to be deliberately cruel- it turns his stomach to pick on the ones who can't pick back, helplessness taking the fun out of just about everything. .... Plus, you know, it softens the harder ones up to think he's secretly squishy.
Plots: - Isas is taken by his father. Or given away by his mother if she feels him too tender. - Baby's first manipulation. - He makes a friend, who is appalled when they eventually find out that he (possibly? if he winds up with mom's fangs?) shares his mother's craving for blood.
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Isas hated the rain. He hated the feel of the wet drip-drip-dripping from his mane and sagging his wings, and collecting in the fur around his feet and weighing him down. He hated the way that splashing in a puddle felt, like it should be carefree and fun, not something uncomfortable and heavy. He hated the way the liquid got in his eyes, collecting in his long lashes and making him smell of earth, when it clumped to his hooves as he tried to stomp (delicately) on the ground around the puddles, never in them. He hated the way that, when he was wet, his delicate angeni frame seemed somehow small, and weird.
Isas hated the way that the rain, like so many other things in nature, didn't bow to his demands. He wanted it to stop- it would somehow rain harder. He wanted to play? No go- the rain was busy, and he would have to enjoy himself later. The clouds didn't move to his strength of will or wishful thoughts. He hated the way adults seemed to tolerate this fact of life with humor, succumbing to the inevitable instead of railing against it. A futile battle? No! Fight the rain the way the two-legs did, with shelters and tree limbs, and things to span the places he wanted to play, so that the nasty rain didn't get inside. Tell the clouds to move- someone had to be able to do it, right?
Isas hated the fact that rain made him so sulky, and Asher would roll his eyes, and his father would smile, and Isas would suddenly remember a flash of teeth in the darkness, and a female voice whispering his name. Isas. Worthy. And the rain made him most unworthy. By sheer virtue of the physical afflictions, of course. Not because it made him slightly agitated.
Staring up at the sky, cloudy and overcast, Isas snorted and tossed his head. Bring it! He would chal- The rumble of thunder interrupted his bold declaration, and the sky opened wide, rain pouring down. Drip-drip-dripping from his mane, and sagging his wings...
