This contest is for the eldest basket of Florian and Messiah. Please note that the foal inside the basket is an offspring of The Twisted Tunnel. This contest will run for one week which should give plenty of time for people to send in their prompt responses.
Starts: NOW 11/17 Ends: 11/24 8PM EST Table of Contents: - Family Information - Rules/Basket Info[ prompts included]
Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 3:26 pm
Family Information
The Mother: Florian is a joyous spirit with a rebellious flare. She knows how to act poised and completely in control, but also isn’t afraid of getting her hooves dirty. Right now she resides within the Primrose and Hope herd alongside of her parents, siblings, and many nieces and nephews. Florian had never intentionally planned on having any foals.
The meeting of Messiah was completely on whim, but Florian would never say that these foals are a mistake or anything of that nature as she’s one to believe that everything happens for a reason. While not quite ready to be parent, Florian would try her hardest and would give each foal all the loving they need.
Florian will most likely raise and care for the foals until adulthood. They will then have the choice of staying inside the herd or venturing out because Florian had the same choice when she was younger. But it would be nice if the foals kept in contact with the herd when grown--including Messiah if he approves of it.
The Father: Messiah is a true child of Lucifer. He enjoys the suffering of others, but is manipulative and charming in his pursuit of it. Honey drips off his tongue to disguise the venom lurking underneath. He's not much for physical violence, and will rarely be seen in a fight. He instead hangs about the edges, sowing the seeds of discontent. When physical violence is meted out to his will, he won't be the one landing the blows.
Messiah would view the foals as possibilities for meddling, but would not be a permanent face in their lives.
He's not a paternal type, but would likely be interested in whether any of the foals would be useful to him.
The Primrose and Hope Herd: The herd founded by your Grandmother, Shoshana and protected by Meykal and Oracale, whom is your Grandfather. The herd is made up friends, family, and many cousins! Yes these are beautiful foals and Florian's first breeding, but I can't really imagine the herd being all that pleasant to the thought of the foal's Father is considering that Shoshana is very protective especially against Kalonas. Even though Messiah is not a Kalona he's just as malicious. More Information Here:Herd LINK
The Grandmother: Shoshana is Florian's mother and is very protective. Florian sees her as a kind soul and someone whom you can talk to about anything and everything. Florian adores and respects her Mother--she is her flesh and blood after all. And as you can tell the two share the fond of roses.
The Aunt: Briallan is Florian's sister and best friend! Florian remembers a time of the two prancing about when just foals trying to collect pine cones. However not as adventurous as Florian as Bri is a little bit delicate, but however she does have a good heart.
Rules: • Have fun! This contest is meant to be fun! • Don’t guilt trip anyone. • Follow ToS + Soquili shop rules! • Please, I am begging you not to try for this basket if you’re looking for a little bit extra ‘sig candy’. This is Florian’s first breeding—my first breeding and very, very important to me. Of course I can’t make you RP but it would be nice if you would be interested in some family RP. • No negativity. • Anyone can try for this basket. Newbies + regulars! • You are allowed to edit your post up until the end of the contest. BUT please make a little note saying that you edited your post with the date. Thanks! • II Paradox II & Naita have the right to change/add rules as see fit.
And now on with the contest..!
Posted: Fri Nov 16, 2012 3:37 pm
Twisted Tunnel Basket!
Since this is a Twisted Tunnel basket that you'll be trying for. We've decided to add a little twist into the prompt response. You may choose one of the the following prompts to respond to BUT every response must have a political campaign slogan--just a fun gimmick that's Soquili style! Remember it's quality over quantity. And have fun!
Prompts:
1) You’re snuggled up inside your basket with your siblings right beside you. Florian, your mother had stepped away for a brief moment leaving you unattended. And while she was gone there was quite the heavy, dramatic breeze that sent you tumbling away. Sure you can’t see anything, but you can hear and smell. Describe how you feel about this experience. Are you scared or courageous? But don’t worry as Florian will soon realize that you’re missing and will quickly return you back! Last time she’ll leave her baskets unattended! xD
2) Today is the worst day ever! Why? What happened to make this day the worst and what do you do?
3) The Primrose and Hope Herd has many vibrant, bright colored members whereas you look a tad bit…different. You are a Twisted Tunnel offspring after all. How do you react to looking different? Do you embrace your uniqueness or feel embarrassed?
[b]Name Meaning:[/b] [Does the foal’s name have a meaning?] [b] Temper:[/b] [One word that describes the foal’s personality. Will go on the cert.]
[b]Personality:[/b] [What’s the foal’s personality like?]
[b]Plots:[/b] [Any plots you’d like for the foal?]
[b]Soquili Slogan:[/b] [Remember this is just for fun! Something to make us laugh. Soquili related.]
[b]Prompt Response:[/b] [Pick one of the prompts and respond here.]
So in all it should look like this...
Got Twisted Tunnel Basket?
Name: [Male. Female. Genderless.]
Name Meaning: [Does the foal’s name have a meaning?] Temper: [One word that describes the foal’s personality. Will go on the cert.]
Personality: [What’s the foal’s personality like?]
Plots: [Any plots you’d like for the foal?]
Soquili Slogan: [Remember this is just for fun! Something to make us laugh. Soquili related.]
Prompt Response: [Pick one of the prompts and respond here.]
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Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 4:35 pm
Got Twisted Tunnel Basket?
Name: Aeron
Name Meaning: Unisex name of the Celtic goddess Agrona, a deity of war and death who was portrayed as Male in some variations of myth.
Temper: Free-willed
Personality: [I will answer the following with a male gender to keep an even beat] Aeron prefers to do things the way he wants to. Taking orders or instructions from another isn't really the way it was meant to be. If he is going to fail, then he will do it on his on terms, and get right back up to continue where he left off without another coming and telling him what he did wrong and why he should have listened in the first place.
Plots: I would love to plot with the family and herd dynamics. Perhaps Aeron would be too free spirited to really stick to the herd's way of doing things and leave, but something would always draw him back now and again, if for no other reason than sheer homesickness and missing his family.
Soquili Slogan: "Don't ask what your herd can do for You. Ask what You can do that your herd won't find out about!"
Prompt Response: Prompt 1
Everything had been quite comfortable, and warm, and just the right time for a nap inside the basket until the wind had so rudely come slamming against a woven side. At first it had seemed that perhaps nothing would happen, that the wind was just going to be a nuisance that would keep that wonderful sleep at bay, and then the basket shifted. It scooted on the ground ever so slightly before starting to tip, and that was all it took. In a jumble of bumps and thuds, whirling and spinning that the foal within thought would never stop the basket was sent tumbling away from its siblings. Within, it was nothing more than a dizzying mess that was quite terrifying and more than a little nauseating as he felt the world wasn't going to stop moving at all. When it was over it simply wasn't soon enough, and it took precious seconds before the spinning ended inside his head. What shook him more than that tumble though was the sudden scent of wet. It was mossy, dirty, wet earth that wasn't supposed to be there. Where was the scent of the other baskets? Or his mother? Was he going to be stuck in the wet? No, no he didn't want to be wet, or covered in moss! He wanted his basket back where it was supposed to be, why did the wind shove it away. Did he do something bad? He'd only kicked the side a little bit, and that was only so he could get more comfortable for a nap that one time. He hadn't meant to make the kick shove whoever that had been outside his basket! He'd be good, promise, if he could be back where it was warm and dry! Honest! It felt like an eternity of panicking before hoof beats sounded outside the basket again, and a familiar scent reached over the moss, the scent of home. He didn't mind at all that his basket was being pushed along the ground, it was going to be okay. He was okay now, but he was never, ever, going to like wet moss. Aeron knew that much.
Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 4:55 pm
Got Twisted Tunnel Basket?
Name: Florence, (named after mummy) either male or female.
Name Meaning: "I Flower" Temper: Deep Rooted Personality: Florence is a very strange character, the one that others whisper about but only when they're nowhere near him/her. Florence turned out strange and frightening compared to the others in the herd, and his/her appearance and overall quiet manner disturbs those around them.However, he/she has never done any harm to anyone, and in fact, tends to avoids others not related to the family. Florence doesn't bother with rumors or others that have anything bad to say about him/her, and sticks to his/her beliefs in what life has in store for him/her and the family. Florence is independent of both sides of the family, and isn't nearly as cheery as his/her mothers side of the family or as devious and sneaky as his/her fathers, being more of a realist in most situations. Having an uncanny knack for finding out the true nature of others and exposing it, having a sharp tongue when provoked. Though his/her appearance is strikingly strange, it doesn't bother Florence a bit, after all, when others tired of throwing sticks and stones, all creatures were made they way they were meant to be.
Plots: -I would like Florence to have to deal with a little bullying for being so strange, although he/she puts up with it well it would eventually get under their skin.
-Florence isn't so sunny and bright as the rest of the herd, and may deal with some sheltering situations, however he/she will have to push past that to grow.
- He/She would wonder why their siblings and them are so strange, and perhaps will seek out their fathers side of the family.
- Florence has a talent for finding out how other folks REALLY are, i assume they'd grow up to be a handy psychologist. I'd like them to end up in a situation that goes along with that.
Soquili Slogan: "If you think I'M strange, you should see how you look to me!"
Prompt Response: Prompt 3 (playing as a male)
It was a decently warm day for the winter months, members of his family were milling about, going about their day to day, chatting about flowers and stuff, he didn't really know. Foals from other herds came to play in the area but gave Florence a wide berth, giving him fish eyes and quietly snickering when they thought he wasn't looking. Such rot, they had nothing better to do then to cow him about his looks. Well they weren't the prettiest peaches in the land either. He sniffed haughtily and resumed his quest to tug a stubborn carrot from the frozen ground.
But, admittedly he and his siblings were the strange ones in the herd, whereas his mother and the rest of the flora bunch were vibrant in every way, adorned with roses and graced with constant smiles, Florence was the black rose in the bunch. If this were horticulture, he would have been pruned from the lot. It didn't bother him as much, he wasn't sure about his siblings, but after a while of having no friends to play with and being obviously sheltered by his mother, he realized that letting it get to him was the worst thing he could do.
He gave the carrot and defiant tug and it suddenly gave way, popping out of the ground, causing him to fall straight on his butt, his mane was covered in dirt and he wore a pronounced scowl, but at his feet, lay a large carrot. He had figured it would be small, the greens were so scraggly and it had been tough to get out. If anything was to be taken from this, it was that he was very much like this carrot. He did nothing bad, he made sure that no blame for anything fell on his shoulders, since others sought to judge him on appearance alone, and due to this he grew up much faster than other cloud headed colts would have.
He took the carrot in his mouth and, feeling proud of himself, pranced back to his mother with it, good colts gave their mothers gifts. He would never have anyone say he was impolite. Of course as soon as she clapped eyes on him it would mean straight to the streams for a bath, but Florence was very fond of his mother, and any time spend with her was nice, let others whisper behind his back, let them be scared of shadows and hide behind their fake smiles. He would be rooted, grounded, whole. And most of all, embrace who he was.
Name: [ Thorn or Acolyte] Both are gender neutral. So they depend less on the sex and more on the appearance of the foal.
Name Meaning: [ Thorn: ] A modified branch in the form of a sharp, woody spine.
[ Acolyte: ] One who assists the celebrant in the performance of liturgical rites or a devoted follower/attendant.
These names were chosen to reflect a few key factors. -The mothers personality and family. -The fathers personality and linage. -The twisted tunnel and how it will effect the offspring in a possibly frightening manner both physically and maybe mentally.
Temper:
[ Acolyte || Eloquent ] (will use he for prompts and personality.)
[ Thorn || Sharp ] (Will use she for prompts and personality.)
Personality: I have written personalities for the adult and foal stages because I think it's natural for a character to change as it ages.
[Acolyte Foal] Inquisitive and good natured acolyte spends a lot of time with the females of the group. He loves stories. Hearing them, telling them, making them up with the help of his siblings (like mad libs). He's also quite helpful when it comes to helping look after his siblings.
[Acolyte Adult] Acolyte hasn't gotten any less inquisitive or good natured as an adult but a few more descriptors have been added to the roster. For example spritely, and well humored as well as religious. That last one is something he discovers via plot. I know it's confusing to read right now but trust me it will all come together in the plot section.
[Thorn Foal] Thorn is just about as foul tempered and negative as a foal can get. She only softens slightly for people she likes and even that can seem a tad too negative at times. she also seems to see her younger siblings as a nuisance. She doesn't abuse them but becomes very frustrated with them very easily.
[Thorn Adult] Well she's still foul tempered and negative but fortunately this has allowed her to have quite the head for battle. Her no nonsense approach is perfect for defending the herd and she knows it. Kinda makes her a tad arrogant actually. (Honestly if you remember teen titans she's kinda like raven. Hard outside but she means well.)
Plots:
[ Foal Plots for either one. ]
~Wait. . .theres a whole world beyond wicker?!?~ I would love a basket popping rp! With the whole family. If you both have time.
~Who's this guy?~ Eventually I imagine that florian will meet another stallion perhaps a more permeant one. Either of the personalities I have imagined will take quite sometime to warm up to this idea. If they ever do at all. No matter how nice he is they won't like the idea of sharing their mother at all. (also it would be cool to do an rp where the foal decided that he or she really hates the stallion for some reason and then later florian discovers that the stallion is really a horrible horrible person. The stallion doesn't actually have to exist it would just be a fun rp that wouldn't lead to a breeding.)
~When I grow up ~ I would love to have an RP with just the three foals after they have been out of their baskets for a bit just dreaming about what they want to do when they get older.
~ You knew It was coming~ Thesh-ah would love to meet Florian's Foals. (even if I don't win I would love this to happen anyway.)
[Acolyte Foal plot ]
~ Why don't i have a Father? ~ Acolyte would want to know who his father was and whatever his mother would tell him. I wouldn't mind if his mother told him a pleasant lie or simply stated that she didn't know much of anything. Just to have the RP would be great for his development no matter how it ended up turning out.
~Telling stories~ I want to have an RP about him telling a story he made up.
~ I know what I must do ~ Acording to soquili cannon Angeni are rare and to see one is a high honer. I RP this to be true with all my soquili but acolyte would have an exprince of another kind. I want him to stumble upon a bunch of Angeni discussing the state of the world. Perhaps discus how dark things have become and how they worry for the future. Awwed by this chance encounter with these powerful beings he will be moved to aid their cause and do the sprits work. (his start on the path to Preist hood so to speak)
[ Acolyte Adult plot]
~ A spawn . . .of evil?~ acolyte go's on a sort of sprit quest to find out not only more about himself but more about his father as well. To clear his mind of his own questions so he may better devote himself to a life of helping others and purely good deeds. What he finds disturbs him. As his linage far from the light he so loves as one can get. (Since lucifer and his line are the only 6 winged soquili in the cannon it would be fairly easy to guess he came from that linage.) Eventually he will understand that though his linage is dark he has already proven that he is not. He is not the sins of of his for fathers.
~ Meeting the devine~ Acolyte will speak with as many Angeni as he can find. Many different meetings many different experiences.
~ We carve our own path~ He comes back to his beloved primrose and tells them all about his and adventures and what he learned.
[Thorn Foal Plot]
~ Many diffirent things ~ Florian is at wits end with thorn and tries to encourage her to find a place within the herd. florian tries a few things but fails horribly at all of them.
~ Dreams of defense ~ After watching her mother practice a few moves used in combat thorn decides that maybe that is something she could learn to be of use to the herd. After one session it's clear she's found he place.
~ A best friend ~ Aside form her siblings thorn will need some serriously awesome companionship. Someone super cheerful to balance her sour attitude. This might be a familiar that she . . .well keep reading. You'll see it in the basic over all goal section.
[Thorn Adult Plot]
~ Amped up training ~ She seeks to learn more than what her mother can teach her and sets out to find a sensei of sorts.
~ Crushed ~ A mare in her prime full of life and thrill everyday since foal hood has led up to this Her first official day of patrolling the herd lands. she gets just a little to far from her partner and gets attacked by a walker aside from scars the fight will cripple her. Her back leg and hip will never work properly again. Walking is will be all the faster she can move. No jumping or kicking or swimming. Her days of being a guardian like her back left side are crushed.
~ like unripened apples ~ I imagine her being very bitter for a long time. How fate could be so cruel. To let her train for so long and then cut her down to nothing so quickly. Despite constant cheering nothing will rouse her from her from her depression. ~those who can't do teach~ Thorn picks up the mantle of teacher at a herd members request. She fails miserably at it not having the patience or understanding for it.
[Basic over all goal for Acolyte] He would eventually become the herd's "priest". Spiritual guide if you will. His life devoted entirely to good works not just within the herd. He will branch out and spread the word of the spirits even training like minded soquili to do the same in other herds. He also doubles as a nanny within the herd. Foals and adults alike can't get enough of his story's and warm smiles.
[Basic over all goal for Thorn] After her her accident and her failure as a teacher she feels lost. Terribly lost. She takes a powder that promises to give her life a new twist. Tricked she becomes a cursed walker. Wolf or bat walker I think depending on what the twisted tunnel does for mutations and what she has as a familiar. Or She is given a secod chance by and angeni and transcends to become an Angeni herself. A defender pf the devine. her body repaired and her soul now filled with light.
Soquili Slogan:
I pledge commitment to the RP Of every soquili and to the plot for which they stand. All bonds divisible With turmoil and development for all!
( it's the pledge of allegiance soquili RPer style)
Prompt Response: I chose prompt number 3 (this is placed when he is an adult right after he learns about being a descendant of lucifer and Finding faith. I made it short because this is about the length of one of my average RP responses. Might as well portray my self accurately. )
Acolyte liked to imagine sometimes that he had always been comfortable with how different he and his siblings were when compared to the rest of the primrose herd. That the fact they didn't match the bright general color scheme had always just kind of been white noise in the background of their lives. Unfortunately as the eldest basket the best he could do was make it appear that way for the sake of his siblings. So he never said anything about it but there were times growing up that he had . . . trouble understanding. A lot of trouble actually. However now that he was an adult and now that he had found the love of the sprits. He accepted that they knew what they were doing when they mad him look the way he did. For they had knowledge and power far beyond his or any other mortal beings understanding. Though he chose to believe for the sake of his own curiosity that they had given him this frightening visage as a challenge, an obstacle so that he might find faith and hold more securely to it. "For one must walk the darkness to understand the light." He said softly blinking his light gray eyes behind a veil jet black mane. They were his fathers eyes in color as was the rest of his body it was true but beyond that underneath the coils of mortal flesh was his imortal soul filled to the brim with mothers love and beating with loyalty. reminding him and everyone else that not all family likenesses are Only skin deep.
Thanks for the contest! Its great because ive been wanting in that herd, in this family and a halloween breeding for like ever! Plus i had a lot of fun with both personalities.
Posted: Sat Nov 17, 2012 10:01 pm
Got Twisted Tunnel Basket?
Name: Asherah (f) / Aconite (m)
Name Meaning: Both names have connections, no matter how tenuous to mother and father.
Asherah: The Canaanite mother goddess, associated with lions, serpents, and sacred trees. Biblical writers generally condemn worship of the goddess, but there is evidence that many in Israel devoted themselves to Asherah, perhaps even worshipping her as consort of Yahweh. (*taken from The Oxford Guide To People & Places Of The Bible)
Aconite: From the genus aconitum, also known as the queen of poisons, aconite, monkshood, wolf's bane, leopard's bane, women's bane, devil's helmet, or blue rocket, is a genus of over 250 species of flowering plants belonging to the family Ranunculaceae. These herbaceous perennial plants are chiefly native to mountainous parts of the northern hemisphere. The name comes from the Greek ἀκόνιτον meaning without struggle. (*see Aconitum, Wikipedia)
Temper: Alluring (f) / Charismatic(m)
Personality and perhaps some possible plot ideas: (* will remain the same/similar no matter what the gender, but this will be written with the female pronoun for simplicities sake.) As a foal, she is filled with pride, in herself and her family. Asherah has a confidence that is unusual in one so young. But then, nothing about her is usual from the twisted tunnel which encouraged the conception of herself and her siblings, to the baskethood where she was watched over and cared for, to her birth. She has a composure that is unparalleled. It is completeness that is enviable.
As she grows older, she learns to use her pride, her confidence, her composure as tools to get others to follow her or do her bidding. Not maliciously at first, she uses these tools for her whim. Enjoyingf the power she can get over others. And the more she uses it, the more she likes it. The power is seductive and she revels in it. She notices that this is not the same for other members of her family, and recognizes that she has a darkness inside her. She tries to hide it as best she can, truly loving her family and herd, but she learns she loves the sense of power just as much.
Before she can be found out by her family, she takes leave of the herd to find a way to either get rid of, deal with or channel her darkness, so it doesn't consume her or those she cares about. On this journey I'd like her to meet with those that would encourage her darker side and those who would try to help her suppress it. (It would be nice if she could find and get to know her father around this stage in her life.) Eventually she would return to the Primrose and Hope herd, and her family, but this is all up in the air and would depend on her development through rp…
(Plot re-cap : foal rp, family rp (lots please, including extended family if at all possible), self-discovery, manipulation of others, teachers/mentor, ohh rivals or enemies might be interesting…)
Soquili Slogan: - As said best by Chessur in Alice in Wonderland "I don't get involved in politics." ( At least not so much as to learn about the slogans and that sort of thing)…-
Prompt Response: 1) You’re snuggled up inside your basket with your siblings right beside you. Florian, your mother had stepped away for a brief moment leaving you unattended. And while she was gone there was quite the heavy, dramatic breeze that sent you tumbling away. Sure you can’t see anything, but you can hear and smell. Describe how you feel about this experience. Are you scared or courageous? But don’t worry as Florian will soon realize that you’re missing and will quickly return you back! Last time she’ll leave her baskets unattended! xD
It was warm. Smell says that momma and siblings are close by. Protected. Safe. Try to settle down more and sleep. Sleep is good. It allows growth and time to pass. Not yet, but soon. Soon it will be time to leave the confines of the basket and enter the world that can only be felt, smelled and heard. What is out there? I can't wait to learn, to see, to know.
Suddenly it is cold. No smell of momma or siblings. No warmth. No comfort. What is going on? Where is safety? I don't like this. This is wrong. Not right. Where is momma? Not time yet. Must stay put. Concerned and confused.
Basket is being pushed. Familiar smell. Momma near, she'll make it all be right. Back safe. Siblings, momma, home. There was no need for worry or being scared. Momma made everything better. She would always make things right. Must snuggle in the basket. Walls feel much closer now. Soon it will be time to face the world. But for now, sleep. Safe here.
Name: Primeveire (F), Matthaios (M) Belial (M) (Looked through the owners list and it wasn't taken, but a second glance showed that it was. D: )
Name Meaning: Female meaning: primrose in French. I figured it had enough darkness/edge to it to fit a twisted basket, yet enough floweriness to compliment her mother, aunt, and grandmother. Male meaning: "chief of all devils, brings about wickedness and guilt." Male meaning: "Gift of God" It will be ironic for him to have the name of being a gift, but his personality will be quite the opposite.
Temper: Crafty
Personality: (using female perspective from now on for sanity's sake, but both genders can still be applied.)
She will use her vulnerability/innoncent appearance to get her way. She will seem very fragile, but will swipe the ground upon which you stand before you even notice, and usually she'll be the last suspect in anything, which is why she will be very good at playing a character and stealing/pulling pranks. (Kind of like Iago in the play Othello, if you've ever read it or seen it, except no one's going to die. Haha. Or like Scar in the Lion King. Haha.) She will still have a basic knowledge of good and bad, and really only wants attention and acceptance deep down. She does not care in the least that her appearance is darker than most in the herd, she uses it to her advantage and wants acceptance of her personality rather than her appearance.
Because of her crafty personality, she will find it very hard to trust others and will always be suspicious of others. She will try to play this shiftiness off as fragility and vulnerability as opposed to deceit. Not many (besides maybe siblings) will know of her inner secret and darkness.
Her Cerynei bloodlines will make her petite and flighty, able to run quickly/dodge if need be. She will pride herself on her fast running skills and quick movements and reaction time, making it easy for her to steal things in the blink of an eye without anyone noticing.
Though she is crafty and deceitful, she will not impose any of her plans upon her mother. She respects her mother more than any other Soquili. She looks up to her mother and only wants her approval and blessing. As a foal, she will bring her mother trinkets and goodies that she has stolen, using the excuse that she found these things. Her younger siblings, herd-mates, and father will not receive so much respect or loving. She will not hurt them, but will enjoy tricking them and confusing them (That is, if they don't turn out to be just like her). Please note: She will not physically attack anyone. She is not physically violent, she just enjoys tricking others or stealing things from them. Her intent is not to kill, maul, or attack, only to have a bit of fun.
Plots: I would like to see how the family works (and see what the twisted tunnel breeding has done to his/her appearance) first and see what the other foals' personalities would be like, so I don't want to get ahead of myself; therefore, nothing below is set in stone and can be tweaked (and of course, more can always be added. <3)
The Spider and its Web: Primeveire will plot to turn others against each other in arguments, pull silly pranks on others, and/or will become very good at stealing things and conning others. Florian or Messiah might discover this after thinking their child has been innocent and fragile the whole time. (If she has not yet met Messiah, she will venture to find him at one point in time.) Depending on which parent, the plot could go different ways. Messiah might encourage the behavior and could take part in her plans and improve upon them, teaching her how to truly make others miserable. But Primeveire prefers working alone and does not wish to cause anyone pain, so she will try to separate herself from her father. She might plot against her own father because she feels a certain hate for him, even though they are somewhat similar. Whether this plot against Messiah turns out successful or not, we don't know yet...dun dun dun!
Trust Me: She will be very aware of her grandmother's power within the herd and even outside of it. She knows that her grandmother is weary of her because of the markings that she carries. She will try very hard to gain her trust, because she knows that if she has Shoshana's trust, she has the trust of the herd. Shoshana might be weary of her the whole time, or might learn to trust her, and will be angered later when she finds out she has been deceived. A little grandmother/granddaughter role-play will be just as important as role-play with siblings and parents. (Plot idea added 11/20)
Just Like Him: Perhaps someday after the herd discovers that she has been stealing from them/playing pranks on them, they will no longer trust her. She will hear whispers of others saying that she's just like her father. This will hurt her feelings deeply, because she wants to be herself, not anyone else. She hates being compared to others, especially her father, and deep down she just wants acceptance. She will try desperately to change her ways, for the good of her mother/herd and for herself.This doesn't work for her, she thinks life is too boring without pranks and drama. She might leave the herd to hunt new, unsuspecting prey. She would keep in touch with her mother, siblings, and father because she knows her mother wants to know where/how she is and will return occasionally to pull small and harmless pranks on the herd for kicks and giggles.
Outlier: If she leaves the herd, she might stay with it on the outskirts of the herd territory, just out of range of the others. She will stalk the herd and observe it, wondering why she doesn't fit in or why she's any different. Every now and then she will speak with one of her siblings or her mother, but they might not fully know that she is following/observing the herd. Perhaps she will meet a new friend or one of the scouts within the herd that updates her on her family's wellbeing as well as the herd's, and this will be important to her because she will miss the herd, even though she enjoys her freedom.
She will want to protect the herd against outsiders and others who wish to do the herd harm because in her opinion, they're hers and hers alone to mess with. She will become an unknown and unofficial protector of the herd, and she will not tell anyone that she is protecting them to protect her own "reputation." Someday, this will come out into the open and the herd will realize that she has been watching them. They will be uncomfortable with this and she will have to prove that her intentions were only ever to protect them. (plot idea added 11/23/12)
Never Turn Your Back: Much further into the future after she potentially leaves the herd or is stalking the herd, she will meet another Soquili who is equally as crafty as she is, or will meet someone who she cannot trick/steal from. This will anger her and she will study this other's behaviors to figure out how to trick them, but it will not work. Perhaps they will become a conning duo, though she hates working with others, she will need to for the time being to keep herself alive and going, or until she figures out how to trick this other Soquili. (It could be her father, a sibling, or someone inside/outside the herd that she wouldn't suspect.)
Where Do These Markings Come From?: She will have met Florian's parents, but not Messiah's (I assume). When she leaves the herd, she will want to be around others who understand her, or have as dark a humor as she does. She will seek out her grandparents (Messiah's parents) or her father if she has not yet met him, in an attempt to find out why she is the way she is and who her heritage comes from. She might feel like her herd has kept it a secret from her, and that it is her right to pursue her second set of grandparents, not keeping in mind that it might be dangerous for her. (I am not sure if Messiah's parents are active or not, but if so then this could be interesting to pursue, even with Messiah by her side. A little father-daughter adventure perhaps.) (Plot idea added 11/18/12)
Soquili Slogan: "No foal left behind...everyone will fall victim to my plot." (Second part based on the character in this response. :3)
Prompt Response: 3. (Response can, of course, be used regardless of gender.)
Brown eyes affixed with pure fascination, Primeveire lay on the ground near a shallow pond and observed a spider's slow descent towards her dark face. It was inky black and smooth, in contrast to the clear and silky web it spun thread by thread. The web above was almost complete, its complex design stretching out between two branches of a tree and drying itself in preparation for dinner. The spider's legs moved one by one, tapping the air and propelling its body in a delicate dive in pursuit of a landing place. She exhaled a little too sharply, and the spider's movements were momentarily halted, trying to sense any nearby danger. How funny that something so feared in nature should fear other things as well. And surely with eight eyes it should be able to see her?
No one else could see her either. Not for what she truly was. She grinned diabolically. No. Nobody knew who Primeveire was. All they saw were moving shadows and a wilting appearance. She didn't mind that she was not brightly adorned with ornate markings, besides those that her father had passed down to her. In fact, she would use this dreary appearance to her advantage. They needed something different to look at besides the everyday pastel and brightness of the herd. She assumed that could get quite boring after a while. What they needed was excitement, so she'd give it to them.
She allowed the spider to rest on her nose at last, after its long climb down from the tree branches above. Upon closer inspection, she saw the red marking that warned of danger. But Primeveire was not nearly as worried as she should have been. A creamy complexion is not always the equivalent of beauty and kindness, nor is an inky black appearance always a telltale sign of malicious intent; at least that's what the others were taught to believe. She cocked her head ever so slightly and looked at the tiny creature on her nose. She knew the spider well, saw all of its plans and intricate web spinning, its cold intentions of using its beauty and fragility to feast upon the flesh of another innocent and unsuspecting creature. The trusting of these creatures was only too precious. How funny it was to see a fly so eagerly wander into the web, thinking to itself what a pretty thing it had found. And even the spider resting on her nose: how silly of it to trust her. She could too easily crush its tiny body, or place it somewhere foreign and new to it, because it too had fallen into a trap. Her trap. Had the spider not been her equal, she would have done all of these atrocious things to it. "But no, I'll save it for someone else," she thought to herself gleefully.
She sat up slowly, balancing the tiny creature where it was perched. She stood by the pond and glanced at her appearance. The water was smooth like glass, and nothing disturbed its mirror-like surface aside from Primeveire's dark reflection. The spider blended in with her dark fur, sitting happily on the warmth of her body. "You and I are a lot alike," she said to the spider, a giggle in the undertones of her voice. She smirked and examined her features and coloring, turning to the side slightly. Besides the evidence of her father plastered on her pelt, there was nothing hateful in her expression, no bright red marking to ward off unsuspecting passers-by. Though the complexion was darker than that of most in the herd, the roundness of her cheek and her beckoning brown eyes suggested innocence. Well, that was how she wanted it at least. And that was how she would make it.
She didn't mind if they stared. She didn't mind that she was a little different. That would only attract their interest and sympathy towards her. She glanced up from her lightless appearance to gaze upon the floweriness of the Primrose herd, giggling and cooing to each other off in the distance. Oh, her lovely and unknowing herd. Oh yes, she had plans for them. All of them. They needed something different to look at besides everyday pastel and brightness. What they needed was excitement...so she'd give it to them.
Update 11/24/12: Finishing touches before end of contest. <3
Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 12:38 pm
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Name: Nuit Chuchoteur
Name Meaning: night whisperer in French Temper: Arcane
Personality:he is a mysterious creature, wondering why he is in the state that he is in. he may use his/her beauty or charms to attract others to support his/her ways, but would have to avoid the rest of his/her herd mates in order to get his/her job done. Though raised with his/her mother's herd, he tends to prefer isolation to stay away from the joyous thoughts of those around. he does not enjoy happiness of others, unless it benefits him/her too.he would only approach his/her mother and siblings only if there is no one else around. he prefers to be known as a wanderer or lost soul of the herd just because of his/her disappearances.
Plots: I'm using Nuit as a male right now...
Starting off the Web Nuit would feel uncomfortable around the rest of his family, especially since he is not the type to be sociable, but would be the leader of his siblings. He would then stray away from them time to time, but one time he would then meet a creature that he never saw before - a crow - and would be afraid of it. [ahaha.. a Soquili scared of a crow... ;w;]
Building the Web Over time, the crow and Nuit would grow a bond with one another, and Nuit learns that the crow is ill with some disease. He would then seek for his father's assistance to help cure the crow, but nothing would be able to cure him. After this, Nuit spends more time with his father, even if he does not want him around, and the crow.
Breaking the Web Nuit would get a nightmare that would scar him for life. He then stays away from his entire family, father included, and lives in isolation with the crow. Here, he would not reveal that he is the missing son of Messiah and Florian, but would just say that he does not know who they are.
Mending the Web He would see his mother alone, and would approach her, after a few months or so of not having contact with her. The two may or may not remember one another, but something pulls him back to her and then he would tell her about what has happened prior.
Ripping the Web Nuit would then sense something strange on him - obviously the crow's disease would catch onto him and would be ill for a few days. He refuses his mother's assistance and would flee into the darkness to live his pain and misery hoping that his father would search for him.
Reviving the Web A mare comes by [hopefully a unicorn or kalona] and would help Nuit back to health.
A New Web Nuit begins a family of his own!<3
Soquili Slogan: The kalonas are coming! The skinwalkers are coming! Two for land, and three for sea!
Prompt Response: 3) The Primrose and Hope Herd has many vibrant, bright colored members whereas you look a tad bit…different. You are a Twisted Tunnel offspring after all. How do you react to looking different? Do you embrace your uniqueness or feel embarrassed?
Nuit stared at the rest of the herd with a sense of not belonging. Was it from his colors? Though he was the eldest of his siblings, he felt like he was not part of them. As a gust of wind blew, his mane fluttered in its direction, sending him a cold chill. He frowned as his siblings giggled as Florian's roses flew around, and as they ran around in a patch of flowers. He sighed. Why was he even here? This place was not meant to be for him.
Turning around, his eyes fell upon the figure of his father. Messiah. Standing up straight now, he awkwardly trotted toward him, copying him - staring as his mother and siblings played in joy. He knew that his father probably did not belong here too, so why was he still here? Shrugging and ignoring the snorts of his father, he walked away and looked upon the forest. Making sure that nobody saw him enter, his nose quivered with fear, and excitement.
He did not need others to make him content, he just needed himself. Laughing as he heard the worried calls of his mother, he trudged on into the darkness. This was where he belonged.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 2:13 pm
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Name: Nimbus (Genderless) (Please note: I am writing this as a female but the plots could work equally for a male. I just needed to pick a pronoun!)
Name Meaning: A type of cloud Temper: Gentle
Personality: They say that all children are born essentially good, and nothing about this statement will ever change with Nimbus. She’s a sweetheart through and through, a genuinely pure being whose heart and imagination are equally expansive. She cares deeply about her family and friends, almost to the point of being over-worried. She’s self-sacrificing and those who are annoyed by her constant concern say she’s a doormat. In reality, she’s mainly just terrified of confrontation and doesn’t want anything to do with having to tell somebody no. This changes as she grows; during a plot with her father, she will find her backbone and grow into some true confidence.
Plots:
The big family plot: Nimbus will never believe her mother about her father.
In all aspects but this, she will trust her mother. She will walk happily by her side, but she simply will not believe that her father is a bad stallion.
She will spend her foalhood making up stories about her father. It’s not that she minds not having a father around; the herd is her family, and she couldn’t ask for a better one. It’s just that her father could be anybody. He could be a lone wanderer, a dark knight, a valiant defender of the innocent. He could be a truly wild stallion who races the wind and laughs in the face of danger. Maybe he beat up a bear once. Maybe he’s bonded with a human. The possibilities surrounding the truth of him are endless. Yes, he... probably looks pretty different, but the stories about him being evil? Not possible. Her mother never would have fallen for that.
And then she will actually meet her father and have her hopes and dreams shattered. Certainly he’ll be polite to her- after all, isn’t it true that you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar. Maybe she’ll be taken in by him for a while, eager to believe that he’s really a strapping gentleman. But something will happen- she’ll catch him in a lie, maybe, or see him doing what he does best and sewing the seeds of discord, and realize that she’s been played for a sap
However, despite how much she thinks she hates her father, she will realize that hatred is just another aspect of darkness. It’s important to her plotting that she eventually forgives her father. Not anytime soon after leaving his side, mind you- sometime as an adult, she will learn about letting go. Once that happens, the future is unlimited.
The personal plot: After the confrontation with her father, Nimbus will realize something about violence and darkness. The nature of it isn’t combatted by snuffing it out. Evil isn’t a flame to be extinguished; it’s a darkness that can only be pierced with light. Her herd is full of light and love, and she will find the need to spread that. As a young adult, after she flees her father, she will leave the herd temporarily. Not because she’s afraid or confused, but because she wants to learn something that she probably can’t within the herd. She will want to become a healer. I am thinking that she will team up with a kirin in this regard. They would not necessarily a mated pair, though she would be interested in finding a mate whose gentleness and interest in healing others matches her own. Her role in the herd- which she will stay with for life- will be that of a caretaker, knowing which plants are good medicine and which are harmful and how to care for yourself when injured. She wouldn’t just treat herd members, though- after seeing what darkness one soquili can bring about, she will realize that the same thing can happen with goodness and light. She’ll help anybody that comes to her, hoping to honor the peaceful spirit of her herd. She will never seek out her father once she’s an adult, though. She has no desire to see that again.
If she ever has children, she will tell them the truth about their grandfather, should they ever ask.
Soquili Slogan:HORSE (It'll make more sense when you click it)
Prompt Response: Nimbus was scared of the dark.
It never made sense to her. You were born into darkness, after all. Light was the unnatural thing, the harshness of it hurting your baby eyes. But she had a story she told, a moment of her life that cemented in her head that the darkness held nothing worth pursuing.
The memory started out pleasant enough with a cool breeze, strong enough to stir and waken a napping child, and laughter. She remembered giggling as her basket rolled. After all, it wasn’t the first time she’d been moved in her basket... but being upside down occasionally was a very new experience for her. This was fun! The slope of the hill was gentle, and the basket rolled smoothly away, gradually slowing and coming to a stop. The filly continued to laugh for a bit, waiting for her mother to start the game anew (for who else but her mother would carry her so far?), but when there was silence, she began to realize there was something wrong.
It wasn’t the feel of the earth beneath her basket. There was grass, a soft yet prickly feeling she knew well. The ground was a little harder here and wasn’t as cushy as the loamy earth she knew. The smells were... odd. Hard and old, not the smell of the tender green plants, but of something more ancient and dignified. The voices of the animals were different. Louder. Chittering, and with an urgency that the lazy bumblebees could never match. Where were the chirps and hums of the small creatures that swarmed outside? Where was the warm whuffing breath of her mother and the muffled puffs of her siblings? There was an instinctual wrongness about the place, but the smells and the sounds alone couldn’t really frighten her.
No, more than anything else, she remembered how dark it was. In the sun-kissed lands of her mother’s herd, even as a baby she’d noted the interplay of light and the little motes of sunspotting that trickled through the lid of her basket. Tucked into the softness of her shelter, she would spend many an afternoon just dozing, eyes occasionally fluttering open to appreciate the light and the warmth from the sun. But here, wherever she was, the light had stopped. It wasn’t the same darkness that triggered sleep, but an eery, murky mostly-darkness, a sickly twilight that startled her more than anything else about this place. Where was she? How could this new world be so different that the light had changed? This was what scared her, and even the hoofbeats and voice of her worried mother coming to retriever couldn’t make her feel safe. It was only when they returned to the familiar land of home and she could see the light through the slats did she feel comfortable and secure once more.
When she was a big bigger and huddling next to her mother, shaking at night, the gentle mare had taken her down the hill to show her the spot that had cradled her long ago. It wasn’t far at all from their home; she’d raced to it with her siblings dozens of times, never knowing its significance. Lofty oaks and sugar maples shaded it; the basket had found itself wedged in the roots of one of the massive trees, a twisting wooden monkey puzzle that must have taken decades to form. She’d never been in any real danger, but in the leafy days of her infancy, the green light had barely penetrated the basket’s reedwork. Of course it had been darker than usual, and satisfied with this explanation, the filly had stopped having nightmares.
She never did like the dark, though. Never, ever, ever.
Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2012 3:00 pm
11/24/12 : Edited Plot Section
Got Twisted Tunnel Basket?
Name: Evanescence (Eve for short) (F) / Emmit (M)
Name Meaning: N/A
Temper: Mischievous (F) , Despondent (M)
Personality: (M) Think Eeyore. Emmit is a very depressive colt and doesn't see much happiness in the world. He feels very pressured to be a good brother, but doesn't feel like he is right for the job. He wants to impress his family somehow and will always be looking for a way to make his parents proud. In his youth, he will probably be a little reclusive and will only accept friendship if nothing is expected out of him. Smiles will be a very rare phenomenon.
(F) Eve is just one rough-n-tumble troublemaker. She likes to run and play in the mud, scare her siblings, pull pranks on the herd members, and will idolize her father. He'll be the coolest thing in the world since hay. Quick to anger, she'll have a temper, but not much of a hankering for physical fights. She'll get back at you with worms in your bedding or frog-legs in your breakfast.
Plots:
[M] ~ A Ray of Sunshine : Do you have a soq that can make Emmit smile? Let me warn you, it won't be easy. ~ Brotherhood : Emmit doesn't feel like he has the capacity to be a good brother... or a good anything really. Perhaps one of his siblings has gotten in a bit of a tight spot and Emmit takes the chance to prove his worth. ~ Rain on My Parade : Do you have a peppy, naive soq that needs some eye-opening? Emmit would more than gladly tell you how the world works, but the picture he'll paint won't be a pretty one. ~ The Glass if Half... : Emmit stumbles upon someone who usually looks on a brighter side of things and who quickly gets annoyed of his pessimism. How will he fair in a fight? (No death or maiming) ~ Fight for Me : Emmit is... a little whimpy. What would happen if someone picked one someone he cared for? Would he fight or would he just give up as he always does. (No death or maiming) ~ Giving Up: I need a very specific kind of evil soq for this, a skinwalker or a kalona, who likes the hunt more than the kill. What would they do if they came upon someone who didn't run, but who just sat there and accepted their fate? Would they rough him up a bit, but find his lack of response boring and leave? Or would they try to manipulate his weak pessimistic ideals into something useful? ~~ Break My Heart : This is going to part of a bigger plot to find Emmit his one true love. I'd want someone who could try to get close him, find him sweet if a little bit of a downer. As time goes on, he'll grow attached without realizing it... but at the same time, she will grow tired of his constant sadness and leave him, there by breaking his heart. ~~ Mending the Pieces : After the "Break My Heart" plot, I'd like a mare, perhaps a friend from previous plots, to try and put the pieces back together again. This could either wind up in them falling in love or at least Emmit returning to his pre-heartbreak depressive'ness (which won't be nearly as depressive as his post-heartbreak)
[F] ~ MOooootheeerrr : (Foal rp) Eve is a little rough around the edges - so different from many of the Soq in her family's herd. Will her mother accept her for it or try to tame the little beast? ~ The Apple Doesn't Fall Far : Eve idolizes her father. That being said, anyone who has anything against him better be ready for a fight. (No death or maiming) ~ Look'it Me! : Eve would love the chance to show off for her father, perhaps doing the fighting he is so reluctant to take part in... would Messiah be at all impressed with her prowess or just cast her aside, since she is of no use to him? ~ Prankster : Eve is a prankster... so this is a multi-part plot. ~~ Whoops! Did I Do That? : I'd love for her to prank someone weak who dislikes being pranked- how will she react if she makes someone cry? Will she at all empathize or just tell them to suck it up, it was only a joke after all. ~~ Fellowship : Eve runs into another soq who loves pulling pranks just as much as she does and they get into a bit of a contest... who will win? ~~ A Little Too Far : (Requires a flutter or someone with healing skills) A seemingly innocent prank turns out worse than expected and someone gets hurt... pretty badly. Now it's a race against the clock to find someone who can help and get them back in time. ~~~ Still Fun? : (Requires a manipulator, perhaps her father, or a close friend) This is after "A Little Too Far". Now that Eve has gotten a bit of a scare, she isn't sure if her pranks are such a good idea after all. I'll either need someone a little evil, a manipulator, to convince her that she should continue regardless of the occasional consequences or a friend who assures her the previous injury was just an accident. ~~ The Ultimate Prank : (Requires a Skinwalker) Eve would LOVE to pull a prank on a skinwalker... the reaction would probably be hilarious! (Fighting allowed, no death or maiming) ~ I'm Pretty...? : Finding someone who can handle a rambunctious mare like Eve will be hard... perhaps someone who will make her feel like less of the tomboy she makes herself out to be? Who knows, but feel free to try. It'll have to be someone who doesn't try to change her, Eve is who she is no matter what.
Soquili Slogan: "One berry in the hoof is better than two in the bush... Unless I eat all the leaves off that bush, then we can have all the berries we want!"
Prompt Response: Prompt 1 (will have to write a separate one for either Eve or Emmit)
(F) Eve yelped as suddenly her dark little world was sent into a whirlwind of activity. Up was down and down was up and, after a few moments, the activity suddenly seemed like fun. Laughing minutely, she wriggled inside the basket to make it spin faster, but just as it got good... it stopped. With a resigned sigh, she settled again for another boring day of nothingness, when she realized that everything sounded different. It smelled different too! She couldn't smell the soft, big thing that spoke sweetly to her, she couldn't hear the whinnies and whines of the two small things that smelled like her, but different. For a moment, she was afraid, if only for a moment. Then, little Eve grew excited. Where was she? Was there more to the world than the sounds and smells she had gotten so used to in her eternal darkness? Were there other sounds and smells to be had? Maybe if she rolled again she could find a place with even MORE new sounds and smells! Wriggling about, Eve tried as she might to start the rolling again, but couldn't. After a few failed attempts, she grew frustrated and began kicking at the side of the basket instead, growing more and more upset until the anger turned to distressed tears streaming down her little face. With a final, angry kick, she settled at the bottom of the basket and growled indiscriminate words of anger at her non-rolling prison. It wasn't long before the soft, big thing that spoke sweetly came along and herded her back to the other two small things that smelled like her, but different. Some day... some day she would hear and smell all there was to hear the smell in this strange place full of sounds and scents.
(M) Emmit was sleeping soundly when, suddenly, everything was strange. The world was... spinning? He didn't like it. He wanted it to stop. Whining and whimpering as the adventure continued, he thought to himself, Well, this is it... I'm going to die. Goodbye cruel darkness... I'll never hear mother again... Then, just as suddenly as it all started, it stopped. The world was quiet... well, quieter now that he had stopped yelling. His ears quivered at all the new sounds that surrounded him- the whistling wind, the rustle of the grass, the rushing of water. He didn't like it one bit. Oh... maybe the wind will get so cold I'll freeze to death... is the rustling in the grass a predator? I hope it eats me quickly... is that water...? Maybe I'll drown... were the thoughts running through Emmit's head as he sat there quietly, head rested upon his fore-hooves, accepting his fate... whatever it may be. This was all he did as he lay there- no tears or theatrics. Come what may, what could he do about it? Mother had left him, the other little ones had left him... he was all alone. He knew he wasn't good enough to be with them and be happy, but they didn't have to kick him away so cruelly. Then again... maybe he deserved it. About to resign himself back to sleep, Emmit squeaked in surprise when he felt something nudge against his basket... it was mother! Perhaps she felt bad about abandoning him so harshly... well, if he ever got out of this basket, he would try not to disappoint her so that she never felt like she had to abandon him again.
[ For this entire entry, I will be playing Cicuta as a male. ]
Name: xxxxx - Cicuta { Unisex }
Name Meaning: xxxxx - A type of poisonous plant; known to have the most violently toxic poison. Link - Number three. xxxxx - I figure this would mesh well with the family. The plants/flowers of the mother, and the darkness of the father.
Temper: xxxxx - Conflicted
Personality: xxxxx - Everyone knows of those people that put on faces to scare everyone away; the faces that are masks to those around you that everyone sees. There is rumor that this mask is what people use to hide their true selves; hide what they really feel and act.
xxxxx - This is how Cicuta is. This young creature is evidence of mask itself. Though not in the friendly way. The mask that this Soquili puts on is one of cruelty and harshness. Instead of being outwardly friendly and trying to aid in everyone that is around him, instead he would rather scare people off; scare them into fleeing or being forced into a position where they could possibly be harmed. Cicuta would rather see those around him flee from his presence, than be confronted with multiple other methods of communication and confrontation.
xxxxx - That isn't to say that he is a completely cold, hard, cruel person. Oh no. Behind the mask is a rather shy person. Cicuta scares creatures off for a reason. Due to his shyness, he finds it very hard to talk to anyone he hasn't known his entire life; IE his siblings, parents, and the herd. But there are even times to those members that he finds himself shying away; and shows the mask that he shows to strangers. He is helpful, in that he doesn't mind going out and grabbing things, food, for his people.
xxxxx - Overall, Cicuta is rather conflicted in his emotions. One moment he is a shy, scared boy; wanting nothing more than to hide within the forests and avoid all creatures. The next, he sees the only way that he is able to hide from those around him is to act as a creature of cruelty and darkness. A creature that wants nothing more than to harm those around him. Any pain and torment he causes though, he often feels guilty over, and will beat himself up about for quite a while until he allows himself to forgive himself of the pain.
Plots: xxxxx - I usually plot as I go, but these are just some of the ideas I would love to incorporate into the story of the baskets life.
xxxxx - The Tainting: In this role-play, I would like Cicuta to be a foal. This would involve himself wandering out of the herdlands, and witnessing cruelty in the world. Who participates, and what cruel action happens would have to be up to the other players. It could be anything from a father disciplining his children harshly, or a Skinwalker attacking some creature ( Soquili or animal ). This would induce his shyness ( which he already had, it was just very minimal ); as well as start the mask that he wears around everyone.
xxxxx - Those With Wings: Fly away? During this role-play, I would want Cicuta, winged or not, to flee from situations. Perhaps mother wants him to go and meet some Soquili that are not part of the herd; or perhaps father wishes for him to go and do some training or something. Either way, Cicuta would flee, and the parent in question would make chase, and try and figure out what was wrong with the poor boy.
xxxxx - Roses and Poppies: Cicuta will have a strong love for gardening. This includes planting things, watering them, growing in general. I would love multiple role-plays of him learning different plants from someone, as well as learning their purpose, how to use them, what they can mix with in other plants, ect. This can even branch out to him teaching others ( if he can get over his shyness ).
xxxxx - Evil can be Good: This could also result in multiple role-plays/stories/ect. During any of these, I would like the Soquili in question to literally need someone to be cruel to them; such as needing to know that not every Soquili is nice, or perhaps that they need someone cruel to knock them out of their rut of depression or rage. Someone to stand up to them. Cicuta would do this. After, if the other player wishes, it could continue later to them running into each other again, and possibly lead to friendship.
xxxxx - Cicuta would stay within the herd. So tons of family role-play as well. :3
Soquili Slogan: xxxxx - A sheep in wolf's clothing. And no, I'm not a Skinwalker.
Prompt Response: xxxxx [ Prompt number one. I would also use this as the reason that the basket is so conflicted/scared/shy/ect. ]
xxxxxRoll, roll, squish, bump, jump, tumble...
The basket moved quickly down the path, bouncing every so often when it hit a rock that was large enough to lift the wicker from the grass below. At times, light shone through where the wicker was stretched and squished. And each time, it caused the tiny foal inside to flinch and let out a soft cry of pain from the sudden brightness that shone into it's too-new eyes. Every roll made the foal inside feel sick to his stomach. Though he didn't have a name yet, the little colt didn't like being rolled just as much as he didn't like not having a name to call his own!
xxxxx But roll he did, and he couldn't stop it. After a few moments, he laid still in the wicker baskets, and the basket laid still in the soft grass. Lifting his head as much as he could, the foal peered around, curious as to what was going on. He breathed in the smell of the air; it was unfamiliar. No mother smell, nor father ( even though it was rare to be around that smell ), nor his siblings. The smells confused him. Something sweet, and yet bitter. There were a mixture of them, and through the cracks that now littered the wicker basket, due to the tumbling down the hill, he could see spots of different colors. Golds, blues, reds, and a few pink here or there.
xxxxx The sights through the wicker amazed the small colt. He peered at the colorful objects; and even though he couldn't make out shapes, just colors, they seemed to draw his attention well enough! The smell was what fully amazed him. Pressing his velvety nose up against the wicker, he breathed in as deeply as he could, trying to gain all the smells at once. He felt the hairs on his tiny nose tingle, and within a few seconds, was a small, sneezing mess. He shook his head in the wicker, which was hard to do, before ducking it down against his legs, trying to calm the sneezing fit that continued to attack him from the over dose of new smells.
xxxxx Eventually the sneezes calmed, and the colt was able to control his head once more. He lifted it up, only to feel something press down against the top of the wicker basket. It started him, and he let out a soft cry of fear, backing as far away from where the basket bent inward as he could. Noises, sounding much like small hisses and curious snapping nosies could be heard, and though they weren't very intimidating, the foal was still startled by each one. He could hear the sound of the creature sniffing at his own scent, just as he tried to smell what the creature was as well. Letting his eyes peer curiously at the wicker, the colt shifted, moving slightly forward to sniff a bit more, trying to figure it out; but alas, he had never smelled this smell before!
xxxxx"Oh! Shoo! Shoo you creature you! Leave my baby alone!"
xxxxx Ears flicking up, he lifted his head. He knew that voice. Yes, yes he did! And he could smell her already. Mother! She smelled so familiar and safe. And, if he could think back to it in the small moments of amazement before the fear, she smelled like some of the things he smelled before, when he had finished his rolling adventure down the hill. He heard the creature that was near him hiss, either in anger or fear, he was not sure, before it was gone, the pressure leaving the basket top. The groudn vibrated around the basket, and the foal let out a small noise. He felt something nudge the small wicker basket, and then felt himself being moved. But the smell and soothing voice of his mother calmed the poor baby almost instantly.
xxxxx"Goodness. If I wasn't certain I would say that you're a wolf in sheep's clothing, little one! This is the last time I leave you alone." She laughed, and the foal let out a soft noise at her voice, comforted. He was tired now, after such a long and exciting adventure. Breathing out a soft sigh, the colt shifted, curling and getting more comfortable. It only took him but a few seconds before he started to slip into a quiet slumber, easily relaxing with the smell of his siblings, and the gentle voice of his mother near him.
xxxxx Little did the small, peaceful family know, that the little foal would be no more than a sheep, hiding behind a wolf's set of sharp fangs and claws.
xxxxx - [ I hope it was all right to use Florian for this prompt; I needed her in order to continue on with the ending of the little story. I will also use the creature as a familiar for the basket later; where he will run into the creature once more but this time in friendship. ]
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