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Please remember: Skinwalkers cannot be good, kind, sweet characters. Though they CAN fake it if it gets what they want. However, most would recognize that its not the case considering they cannot remove their pelts.



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Username: Yuuka Kurokawa
Mare's Name: Strife
Mare's Temper: Scheming
Prompt Response: Write your escape/plans of revenge. Do you focus on escape first so you can try to gain an element of surprise. Strike first and flee? Terrorize the Carnival for a little exercize? Do you manage to escape at all? Be creative, Just remember this is an RP, so write it like its a Solo RP: Feel free to make up additional characters, use "The Animal Handler" or, if you have one, one of your own soquili for interactions if so desired. However, you must add what soquili you used if they are existing with a link to their cert in your comments if you do.

It's time.... The chains have become weak from the Blood Moon's magic. I'm stronger now than in my bat form so I reach back and grasp the chains in my teeth, then pull. I hear the links creaking, but I let go so I can get a better grip. After readjusting, I tug harder and am soon rewarded with the snap of the chains. Stifling a cry of joy, I kick the door to my cage open and gallop out. I grin as patrons of this damned carnival scream in terror. With a wicked gleam in my eye, I change form, the smaller bat body slipping free of the restraining cuff. Shrieking, I dive down to terrorize a few of the foals before climbing up out of their chaperons reach.

Whirling, I head for the nearest exit, miraculously only a short distance away. I flap my wings and glide forward, ears alert for the sound I know too well, The Animal Handler. Somehow, luck was with me. I'm make it to the edge before I hear that terrible cry. The Handler knows I'm free! Thinking quickly I head for the nearest caves which are a few miles away. Not wanting to be caught in my weaker body, I shift again and wing my way silently to the southeast where I know the caves lay. I can hear furious hoofbeats, but they are fading in the distance. I still don't let my guard done. Those freaks are tricky. After several minutes of flying (and no longer hearing the dreaded whinnying of the Handler nor the incessant hoofbeats of pursuers) I spy a small cave opening, just barely large enough for my bat form to fit through. Before entering, I cautiously circle around the area before doubling back. Shifting form, I squeeze into the opening. With a sigh, I relax slightly and hang upside down off of a stalactite. I'm free! No more being on display for those pathetic fools. I was finally free... I was glad that today they had feed me. I would be able to hunt again soon, hopefully the carnival wouldn't stay much longer. I soon dozed off, comforted by the fact that none save another small skinwalker would be able to enter my sanctuary.

The End
Comments: I kept it as short as I could and I left her free. I had fun writing this! She looks awesome Mind

Username: Syaoran-Puu
Mare's Name: Noctule
Mare's Temper: Vengeful
Prompt Response:

Ever since her change Noctule had struggled to control her bloodlust, it licked and demanded like a trapped beast within her. She had started to ignore it, but tonight that was impossible. The moonlight had weakened their hold on her and every cell in her body knew it.

Escape however was not at the foremost of her mind. Revenge. Blood. Death. That was what all she wanted, no, that was what she needed! The new strength within her had not yet been tested, so with a heave and a pull she first tried her rear hooves. The metal started to twist and tear as if it was nothing more than paper. Freedom to take her revenge was nearing, she could feel the excitement bubbling and running through her veins like a drug. And oh, it tasted sweet.

She would make them suffer for this, cause them pain and if she could hold back she would embarrass them like they had done to her, then she would end their miserable existence.

There was one victim that she longed to tear limb from limb more than the others, Barker Hook, the vicious b*****d that had ordered her change and curse, by his hook she was humiliated into a life of nothing more than a freak show. No, he would pay; she would rip out his organs and show him each one by one as she watched the life drain from his pathetic broken body.

She heard a laugh, long and filled with evil intent, it took Noctule a moment to realise that it had escaped her own lips. Suddenly feeling liberated by the acceptance of her new self she made easy work of her last restraints before sneaking through the shadows to the one victim she longed to destroy above all others.

Barker Hook would pay.

It took all of Noctule will power not to attack those foolish enough to walk close to her hidden path, she could smell the blood running through their veins, could smell their flesh and it was as appetising as fruit used to smell, in fact the blood seemed even more so. She found herself licking her lips more and more with each step, her anticipation building and thundering forward until she could think of nothing else but blood and flesh.

Before long she had found her way to the entrance of the tent, she wasn't sure how she had managed to get here but her tormented excitement would be ignored no longer. Already she could hear the booming voice of the Barker. "Come one! Come all! See the amazing carnival that will make you laugh, cry," their was a pause, even in her bloodlust state she heard it, "and SCREAM!" Noctule rolled her eyes, he always had been one for drama, well, he was about to learn the real meaning of it.

Sneaking out of the tent and keeping as close to the shadows as she could she shifted and moved towards him until she could smell the sweet aroma of his blood. She was so preoccupied with the smell that she had neglected her path, stomping her front hoof heavily into a puddle. The sound was probably only the tiniest of splashes, and among all these others was likely drowned out, but to Noctule it rumbled as loud as thunder. Her attention flickered to it immediately, and there she saw the face of someone she didn't recognise. Two pairs of ears, one long and large while the other was similar to her original set. The nose of a creature she had never seen, and a pelt of white, black and brown covering her once beautiful hair. She knew it was her, even through the haze of the bloodlust she knew that, but still she felt shock at her eyes. Once the lightest blue they now raged red and angry, echoing her sudden need for blood and flesh.

Noctule was sickened at her own sight. Where would she go now? No one would accept a skinwalker, especially since she wanted to taste everything that moved... all the mixing blood aromas where already starting to become overwhelming, she would take blood and lives even if she tried not to, there was no going against her nature.

"Noctule?" The voice was such a surprise inside her locked little world that she jumped backwards and bared her teeth defensively, but that only seemed to amuse the voice, Barker Hook. A growl escaped her throat. For him she was willing to give herself over to her new nature, the thought was so delicious that she couldn't stop the impulse to lick her lips. He dared speak again, earning yet another growl. "Come on Noctule, lets take you home before you hurt yourself." The cocky grin was almost too much to bear.

Words escaped her, and before she realised what was happening she was surrounded, a strange yet familiar smell drifted towards her and her eyes drifted closed. NO! The word roared in her mind, they had drugged her again! They would pay for their continual humiliation. Even in her drug induced state she still heard the voice of the one man she wanted to kill now more than ever, Barker Bloody Hook! "Be careful with her, she is more valuable alive than dead." Then there was a laugh that seemed to echo through her empty mind again and again, it was deeper than her own and despite her being a skinwalker now- this laugh sounded more menacing than any noise she had ever made, chilling. In that moment she knew, she was doomed! There was no escape from her new life, either way she would have Barker Hooks blood, even if she had to pretend to be a 'good girl' so he would trust her enough to come close... then she would strike and rip out the bastards throat.

She fell asleep, and dreamed sweet dreams of revenge.

Comments:
Barker Hook - Barker is a twisted character, and has always kept his life a mystery to others. Especially how he lost his leg. It was because I used Barker that poor Noctule couldn't escape, part of me believes that if Barker got his hook into something it never left him unless he allowed it.... and well, he wasn't ready for Noctule to leave.

NB: I had already started this before Alexia had posted but she has said it is fine for me to use Barker as well in my entry.

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Thanks for hosting this mindsend, this girly is beautiful! Loving the new SW templates, can't wait to see the stallion version when you are done! Good luck everyone.

Username: ~Masamune~
Mare's Name: Camazotz
Mare's Temper: Relentless
Prompt Response:
As the moon cast its pale glow over the land, Camazotz peered out from behind the steel bars of her cage. How long had she been a prisoner of this so-called Carnival? Her blood-red eyes narrowed as she attempted to recall the day of her capture. However, it was all a blur. All she knew was that she was desperate to get out, and tonight was the night that she was going to achieve that.

There had been talk for some time of a planned escape, by some of the "less fortunate" attractions. And by less fortunate, she meant weak. The ones who were beaten until they broke. The ones who were scarred both mentally and physically. The ones who were closest to death. Those were the ones who most desired the sweet taste of freedom.

Camazotz had struck up a "friendship" of sorts with a mutant Soquili, who's name she had never cared enough to remember. Because of course, it wasn't a real friendship, just simply a means of getting what she wanted. He was the only one foolish enough to trust her, and luckily for her, he refused to heed the warnings of the other unfortunates around him. He was surely her ticket out of here.

As she pondered this, she licked her lips. She didn't know or care how successful the rest would be in their combined escape attempt. All that mattered was that that gullable mutant came for her. And sure enough, he did. Her eyes glistened with malice as she saw the pale figure carefully make his way towards her cage.

As Camazotz looked around, she could see a few other Soquilis quietly walking away from the Carnival, having somehow escaped their cages and bonds. No one dared make a sound, as waking up the Animal Handler now would surely result in all of their deaths. Camazotz didn't care though, as long as she was freed.

"What took you so long?" She hissed, as the pale mutant reached her cage. The male bit the bottom of his mouth, scared stiff that her voice was wake up the Animal Handler, who was in the tent closest to Camazotz's cage. "I'm sorry Camazotz." He whispered. "I had to help the others. You are the last."

Of course, not everyone in the Carnival had been freed. It simply wasn't worth the risk. And that's why Camazotz had befriended someone, so that she was garunteed a means of escaping. "Whatever. Just hurry up and free me. The moon is at its highest in the sky, and I can feel the magical bonds that hold me loosening."

The mutant nodded and then got to work. He had a small pouch around his neck, which contained some sort of powder. Again, Camazotz had no knowledge of what this powder was for, as she had never cared enough about the male to truely take in any of his plans. As long as it worked, that's all that mattered.

Sure enough, not long around he started, the large padlock on the cage door melted away and the door swung open. Immediatly, Camazotz flew out of the cage, her red eyes burning brightly. "AHAHAHAHAHA!" She let out a loud, piercing laugh before her attentions turned back to her rescuer. She owed her freedom to him...and that would not stand. She couldn't have him going around telling the world that he rescued a Skinwalker, oh no. She would have to kill him.

"You fool!" She screeched. "Only someone truely dense would trust a Skinwalker! And now you will pay for your stupidity!" With that, she swooped down towards the pale mutant, who was frozen in shock and horror. She kicked him to the ground with such force, that the sound of bones breaking echoed into the night. It wouldn't be long now before the entire Carnival awoke. And sure enough, a familiar figure soon emerged from her tent, just as Camazotz was preparing to swoop down on the mutant once again.

"YOU!" She seethed, her eyes glowing with rage as they fell upon the Animal Handler. "You are the one who imprisoned me! I WILL HAVE YOUR HEAD!" The pale mutant no longer mattered, as her blood boiled and she wished only to sink her fangs into the Animal Handler. The Animal Handler simply laughed, having predicted such a fate the day that she captured this particular Soquili. "I DO NOT FEAR DEATH!" She cackled, spreading her arms wide as if to embrace what lay before her.

Camazotz landed right on top her of, her hooves completely crushing each part of her that they came into contact with. She then let out a blood-curdling screech before sinking her teeth into the Animal Handler's throat, and ending her reign of terror once and for all. She continued to stomp her body into the ground for some time, before finally deciding to take flight. After all, she didn't want to be captured by some other Carnival worker.

Once in the air, she looked around for the pale mutant. He was gone, most likely helped away by someone else that he had helped. This would NOT do. She HAD to kill him, even if it meant searching for him for the rest of her life.

Comments: Camazotz was a Bat God in Maya Mythology. The name means "Death Bat". For this Soquili, I've taken some inspiration from The Last Unicorn, in which the immortal harpy Celaeno is held captive. As soon as she is freed, she attempts to kill the one who freed her and goes on to kill her captors.

The mutant Soquili that helps her is loosely based on the "Make Me a Legend" Soq, in that he's a rather feeble/timid mutant who's been broken down by the Animal Handler.

Username: Dragain
Mare's Name: Neci the Blind
Mare's Temper: Unforgiving
Prompt Response:
She had no idea how long it had been since she first awoken to feel the thick, heavy chains over her neck and legs, laying in a pool of her own blood with her body aching and wings so strange yet so familiar... Since her "awakening", there was a void in her heart that she could never fill, a thirst for the red liquid that pours out of a warm body that she could never quench... Yes, blood was all she needed, but yet, that mare kept her deprived... Weakened! A slave to her own hunger... For a small meal that was just enough to keep her from fainting in hunger but not enough for her to muster the energy to escape, she would humiliate herself, lowering herself to her feral form to bring amusement to the Carnivale's visitors. She was just a pitiful pet, and it chewed away at her...

"Come around, come around! This is Neci the Blind! While her name means intense and fiery, bounded by chains, she can't hurt you! Watch her shift forms! Allow her to tangle herself in your mane! Its completely safe! Come around, come around!"

Neci? What a pitiful name that is! Its an insult, a jab at her pride! Why, if you rearrange the letters of her name, it would spell 'nice'! She felt a sharp jab at her rump - the Animal Handler was commanding her to shift; ah, how she wanted to wipe that smirk off her maw! She snarled, snappng at the mare, wishing to tear that ugly face off with her fangs... A second jab - her snarl grew and she grunted, but she begun to shift, her equine form changing, morphing quickly into her bat form. The chains around her neck and legs adjusted as she changed, refusing to let go of its prisoner.

While her eyesight had been limited since her "awakening", as she shifted forms, her eyesight faded until the world was pitch black... However, she could hear the crowds' cheer even clearer now, every single sound that left their lips was like a direct insult to her ears. Saliva trickled down her maw; ah, she could hear the blood being pumped around their warm bodies as well... How she thirsts for it! How she thirsts! How she-

Opening her mouth, she sent out a series of high frequency calls, locating the "victim" of her tangling act - he had so proudly stood up, thinking it was an act of bravery to allow the infamous and feared 'Skinwalker' to be near him... How foolish! If she was free! If she was free, so would rip his eyes out of his sockets and laugh while he gets a taste of blindness! Let him feel brave then! Spreading her wings to the 'ohh' and 'ahh' of the crowd, she flew towards the stallion, lowing herself in his long hair before flailing to get herself tangled up.

'There you have it folks! Neci's famous signature act!'

Their laughter and cheers... She flailed harder and snarled, sharp teeth glimmering in the moonlight, but that only caused the crowd to cheer harder. How humiliating... Insulting... Lowly...! How- How- Neci froze momentarily; no, there was something different about tonight! She hadn't noticed it before, but she was sure she felt stronger. Wait, no - the Animal Handler was weakened! This is her chance, she was sure of it! Letting out a high pitched cry of anguish, she flailed harder than ever before - to the crowd, it was disturbing to see, a "soundless" yell. A faint crack, and the neck chains holding the Skinwalker fell to the ground, after having held her since her start. There was a second's silence as everyone stared on, too shocked to react. It was the "victim" stallion's screams of pain that broke the silence, his cries causing the spectators to jump, their hairs standing on end.

Freedom, freedom, freedom!

She tugged at the stallion's mane wildly, a form of twisted revenge for the humiliation she had suffered over the years, all at the hoofs of these silly Soquili looking for a thrill! Oh, how wonderful! She could smell blood already, from having tore out part of his hair. So delicious, so near... She laughed, the first laugh she had allowed to escape her lips since she started performing at this accursed Carnivale, and using all her strength, ripped out a huge chunk of hair as she took to the skies once again.

Blood, blood, blood!

The frightened screams and sobs of the crowd that was cheering and laughing just a minute before was music to her ears. She could "see" them, the way a bat could, but they could never hear her calls... She was a silent killer. She would be now that she was free! She sped towards the exit of the tent, wings flapping so fast that it was a blur, determined to escape in the chaos. Then, she felt something tugging at her legs, stopping her mid-flight...

Another silent scream; she could feel herself being pulled towards the Animal Handler, away from the exit. The chains on her legs had not been broken, but she had forgotten about them in her excitement! How foolish was she? How foolish- She struggled with all her might, flapping her wings in an attempt to move forward. When it failed, Neci turned, chewing at her own feet like a desperate animal trying to escape a trap, causing blood to pour out of the gaping wounds like the trickling water of a spring.

'Oh, as if I'll let you go so easily! You're an A-class act, darling. And stop hurting yourself... You're just causing me more trouble, and you know how much I hate troublemakers.'

She froze, feeling weak again, her initial adrenaline rush gone as she was roughly thrown to the ground. She could feel a hoof on her body as a new chain was fitted around her neck - her new collar. The crowd had gone deadly silent, the injured stallion was nowhere in "sight"... Or perhaps she just blacked out.

However, now that she had tasted freedom... How that she had tasted it... It was like blood. She must have it again...

Again, again, again.

Comments:
If you can't tell, the reason why Neci kept referring to the Animal Handler as a 'mare' is because I figured that Soquili can communicate better with Soquili, so she takes on the form of one during performances. Thus, Neci assumed that the Animal Handler's true form is a Soquili rather than a more humanoid form.

The reason why her train of thought is sometimes repetitive and cuts off rather suddenly, is because she's not 100% sane and is thus easily "distracted". xD If you could read her mind, her thoughts would always be randomly repeating itself (reinforcing her hatred) but never there for long before being replaced by another thought.

Also, I had always admired the original pair of pure batwalkers, so its nice to see that they finally made it available to the public. <3

Username: Yumitoko
Mare's Name: Rook
Mare's Temper: Edgy
Prompt Response:
The crowd shifted in their masses, the children sat eagerly at the front curling their toes with excitement, but the weary stood at the back, their view still clear and able to see the raised stage.'Twas almost show time and the Animal Handler was getting ready, foolishly he had thought to have broken the Skinwalker but was soon to learn a lesson.

The creature pitted her. She could not catch her at full strength and full power, the coward caught and collared her during her turning, when she found things most difficult, when she lost her old self. She found her.

The Handler strode suavely backstage towards the monstrous creature and patted her side, in response she huffed and squealed sonically, immediately the Handler shushed her and whispered into her huge bat ears, loud enough for the creature, but barley audible to anyone a few feet away,"listen in my dear, you must make every show count, this shall be your finale before we move to the next location,"she paused gravely,"you know where."

The creature understood and began to rattle her chains once more, the almost forever ringing until she slept, foolishly the Handler was not afraid, and patted her once more and left before other, more fearful twoleggers tended to her, if the muzzle was off and the shackles came loose she'd have him by the spine.

It took only the handler and reinforced restraints to hold her back, but without her it took many more.

"What an ugly creature, this thing gives me the creeps more than any of our other soquili, how did she catch a-a-a skinwalker?" Quizzed a trainee handler.

"An ugly one for that," another snorted.

"Don't you be askin' questions and DO NOT call my Beauty ugly or I'll feed you to her, I think she'd quite enjoy a little game with live bait", a voice boomed,"do you understand boy?!"
The trainee nodded and attended the Skinwalker once more grooming her timidly. Her blood red eyes bore into every soul who had approached her, she could see theirs, but the windows to her own soul were closed off to the world and the heavy curtains had been drawn.

None had checked or tightened her restraints but of course she had, someone had slacked and this could potentially put everyone's neck on the line for her choosing. Yes this would be quite a show, but if she could, it would be a better show than any ever witnessed. It'd be her own show.

The trainee handlers loosened her muzzle and moved her into position for the rolling back of the curtains and the flashing-blinding lights, this in itself every night was it's own hell.
Lesser creatures staring, jeering, pointing, hating, laughing and swearing at you whilst others prod you with pointy sticks, tie you tightly with ropes and chains until it carves it's self a neat pattern into your skin and for no others they mistreated as much as this. The cherry on top was to chew metal all day long, the old english style bridle strapped tightly to her head and over that head wear was a muzzle when being handled, but for shows they took it off in front of the audience just to shock them a little further.

The Handler hoped onto the stage,"Ladies and Gentlemen are you ready for a show?!" She controlled the crowd like puppets prompting their responses, she gestured for their silence and bowed gracefully, "then you're in for a great one tonight and this maybe the only time you'll encounter such a creature and walk away in one piece!!! May I introduce Rook!!!"

Rook squealed in horror at the crowd's beating of hands in no set rhythm deafening her with every clap



Comments: WIP

Username: Revel1984
Mare's Name: Zouca
Mare's Temper: Patient
Prompt Response:

Ever since she was captured Zouca had been patient, she had fought of course at first, like any other decent skinwalker would have, she hadn't been taken quietly, not at all. Some she had taken down with her as she fought against her first bonds of slavery. However as soon as she had realised that escape was impossible she grew calm, and had been planning for a very long time now. How long? .. she couldn't quite remember but that was no matter. What mattered right now was that her planning was finally coming to a head, for weeks now ... or was it months? or even years? .. it didn't matter, finally she was going to be free, finally she was going to take her chance... tonight!!

It was her turn to perform and Zouca smiled, she licked her lips, as she did every night she was trotted out onto the stage to 'entertain' the audience, every night she hungered for their flesh, and each time was denied by her bonds but tonight! well .. tonight was going to be a Scream. She tested her chains, her wings vibrating in her excitement but she would wait, wait until just the right moment. She paraded around as she was bidden, giving the occasional snarl as was her nature, she was made to fly just a little way in this form, to show the power of her. She performed her tasks well it seemed because she was now required to perform her 'ultimate' performance. NOW was her moment, the handler cracked her whip and Zouca leapt, shifting into her bat form. There were shocked gasps from both the handler and the audience combined as her chains merely clattered to the floor, the magic weak tonight. Zouca screeched out a laugh in her bat form and dived into the crowd gathered there, as she started to land she shifted into her other form, crushing several Soquili under her bulk.

Laughter mingled with panicked screams as Zouca began to satisfy her hunger, she ripped and tore at any moving thing, smaller Soquili were merely viciously trampled as teeth and claws sought the sweet soft flesh of her fellow creatures, her vision a red haze of pleasure and fury as her tongue tasted blood. The organs were the sweetest and she bent her head to feed on those she had murdered.

Chains flew through the air like ropes, fastening themselves around her neck and wings, she reared and lashed out, fuelled by blood, more chains wrapped themselves around her legs, dragging her to the ground, until she was soaked in the blood of those beneath her. Zouca just smiled and laughed as they bound her again. Once more she was 'leashed' to the carnival. Zouca was satisfied for the moment, her hunger for flesh sated. She was patient ... she could wait again, she had done so before, they would try and 'tame' her again, and she would appear to be under control, she had all the time in the world.


Comments: Stunning Batwalker!