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 Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 6:44 pm
Characters in this Rp, it may change. Kesmi's Character  Sabin's Characters    Kamiki's Character 
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Posted: Sat Mar 22, 2014 6:52 pm
It had been a long time since her basket had been found on the cliff side ledge. Her mother dying to set her free from a life of chains and torture. Warmed by the bodies of her adopted herd, the small foal stretched awkwardly inside her basket, small talons raked against the fragile wicker sides. Small scratch marks appeared in the sides as she struggled to right herself in the small space. A tangle of limbs, wings and feathers, the Gryph foal pawed at the lid of the basket that was suck tight to where it laid. It was a stubborn things, that was for sure.
The sun shown warm that day, the foal could feel it faintly through the wicker. It wanted to escape its prison and experience the outside world. Half rolling, small Cyclone raked at the lid with her small talons. Tiny holes started to form where she scratched, the basket falling to pieces little by little. When a hole big enough was formed, she stuck the end of her muzzle, the point of her beak out of the hole and inhaled. Out here the air was fresh, the scent of trees wet earth and... Something else entered her senses. These smells made her push her beak farther out the hole, trying to shove her entire head through, it was no good. Pulling back she again attacked the basket with claws, they scratched at the hole even more, hooking on the outside at times before dragging themselves back within.
It was time to emerge and she was going to fight for the right to escape.
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 5:47 pm
 Stormcloud paced nervously as her eyes were glued to the basket that she and her mate, THunderbird had been charged with. It was them who had found it, after all, and she was eager to prove her value to her alphas.
But, Stormcloud found, despite her fearlessness on facing the storms - forces of nature themselves - watching this tiny life-to-be was causing her to quake in her hooves. what if she had done something wrong? What if it never emerged? Or, almost worse, what if it did, and it was not fit for the herd. Surely, it must have been blessed with flight if it had been left so high in the mountains... of course, just because its mother did did not necessarily mean that the child did. Or even so,what if some vile skinwalker crawled from it, or even a demon?
She snorted, trying to dismiss her apprehensions. Fears of something she had no control over... no way to fight it... those were the worst.
And, to make matters more complicated, Thunderbird was on patrol. Just becuase they were basket-watching didn't mean they shirked their duties... but they did make sure that their patrol schedules did not overlap.
As she heard a loud CRACK-ing, her eyes glued intently to the basket, crackling with electricity. Where was he? She let loose a booming whinny, caling out his name... hopefully, he would hear her and be there soon!
But as she watched, her stomach turned in knots as she saw - not a hoof, but... a ... CLAW of some sort pierce a spot of the wicker.
This... did not bode well. Her muscles tensed, but she did not interfere. Not yet.
Kesmi Tag! I'll bring in Thunderbird after your next post
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Posted: Mon Mar 31, 2014 6:23 pm
Something paced outside her wicker enclosure. Hooves sounded loud against the ground as the foal stopped to rest, attacking the wicker had left it tired. Raising its head to the hole it had created, a cat like golden eye peered out at the world it could see. Something large loomed over the basket, something it didn't know. It smelt like mother, but then it did not. What had its mother really smelt like? The foal didn't remember anymore, it had been so long and the scent was replaced with new ones. Other strange creatures had taken in the basket and considered it their own. Where, was this her real mother? Pulling away from the hole, the foal went at the hole again making it larger, big enough to get almost her whole head through. What was making it so hard to get this lid off? It seemed that who ever laid the foal within the basket had some how, glued the lid on. What ever laid within had to prove its own worth and fight to get out. If the foal tired quickly and could not make it out of the basket, it died and was cast away with everything else that was rejected. The foal's ears flicked forwards as small feathers along its brow stood on end, someone was calling outside. Who was calling and what were they calling? Silence overcame everything as the foal waited, catching its breath. All these new scents, noises and feelings. It made her want to cry out herself, rolling violently to get her legs beneath her and push against the blasted lid of the basket that was becoming her prison. As the foal put her back against the lid, feathers were shoved through the hole, those that were loose fell to the wicker to slide to the ground. Slowly, ever so slowly what ever 'glue' was put to the basket was starting to crack, soon, she would be free.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 9:47 am
Stormcloud was pacing back and forth as she watched whatever creature was in the basket slowly fight for its second birth. She had yet to be a mother herself - the spirits had decided it was yet to be her and Thunderbird's time - and she had welcomed the opportunity to try it out with the foundling basket. Now... now she was anxious. She watched the progress with a hawk's eyes as she saw more and more glimpses that set her fur on edge. A strangely shaped muzzle... slitted eyes? Feathers.. feathers... that was a good sign... but what about those claws? Could this be some sort of prank - had someone tucked a hawk into the basket? Or might this be a vile skinwalker? Protective of the basket or not, if it were she would not hesitate to put down a skinwalker.
Fortunately, a shadow blocked the light for a moment as her mate, Thunderbird descended, having heard her call.
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"Is it time??" His words came between deep breaths as he joined Stormcloud and nuzzed his face before looking at the basket. He knew he should have been here before hand... but it was hard to predict the exact popping date of foals... and besides, when the angeni stallion had too much nervous energy crackling through him like electricity, it was near impossible for him to stand still and just wait. He needed the patrol - it was something to get his mind off of the stress of even mock parenthood.
Besides, he trusted his mate to call him when it was time - and indeed she had. The basket was straining - various bands of the wicker popping, and glimpses of feathers were apparent. His mouth split into a grin in anticipation, oblivious of his mate's apprehensions, "Come on, little one, you can do it!" He encouraged, but dared not help. This was a test of strength that all soquili must pass.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2014 10:54 am
More sounds, another scent entered the area that the foal and motherly scent were. Stopping once again, the foal turned to press her beaked muzzle to the hole she had created. Someone else was there, but who, the foal could only wonder as she put one final shove against the lid of the basket. With a lot cracking and groaning from the wicker the lid broke in half, part of it slid forward letting the foal's head free from the basket. Snorting the fine dust from her nostrils, she looked up at the strange blurry forms that stood close to her basket. Her back end was still hidden by what was left of the basket lid as the foal stepped awkwardly out, her taloned forepaws slipping to let her down. Small hind hooves remained firm on the ground, a feathered tail flicked behind her. Blinking bright golden cat like eyes she looked up at Stormcloud and Thunderbird. Turning from one to the other in turn, head cocked to one side. Very bird like as the small feathers on her brow and crown crested forward. "Mama?" She asked in Stormcloud's direction. "Papa?" She asked turning in Thunderbird's direction. Small wings laid folded, still hidden on her back, the remaining half of her basket lid forgotten as she watched the larger mare and stallion, now that they were not so blurry.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 4:08 pm
Stormcloud stared, dumbfounded, at the creature that finally tore its way free of the basket. It was a soquili... right? But instead of front hooves, it had claws like an eagle. It's muzzle ended in a sharp beak, and feathers sprouted from her in places that feathers shouldn't grow.
She swallowed. This wasn't a skinwalker, was it? She could see feathers down her back... but were those wings... or a pelt? Quietly, before even responding to the filly's chirrup of mother - which threatened to pull at her hearstrings - she closed off her heart for just a moment. Carefully, she bent down and lipped at the feathers on her back, gradually pulling to see what they were.
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Thunderbird, however, had not borne witness previously to the concerning features that had poked through the slats in the tearing basket. So as the avian foal spilled out, Thunderbird danced back a few paces, shaking his head in bewilderment.
"How.... what..." He started half-formed sentances. What had the spirits led them to? She truly looked like a bird... but was his namesake... the whole totem of the herd not a great bird? Perhaps this was another sign of favor of the spirits.
And unlike Stormcloud, who was instinctivey wary and unwilling to let her guard down, at the peep of 'papa', Thunderbird found a smile easing onto his face.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2014 4:25 pm
Cyclone watched both the adults in turn as one backed away from her as if she were something... Horrifying. The other stepping closer to look her over. Neither one had answered her, the feathers on her crown flattened downwards as she backed away a bit. Weren't these two her parents? Shouldn't they have been over joyed that she had been born? No, these two were acting careful around her, the stallion did smile, a little. But the mare edged closer to pull at the feathers that stuck out from beneath what was left of the wicker on her back. Giving a bit of a squeak, the foal bounced to the side, small wings flicked outwards throwing off the wicker to help steady herself in the sudden movement. Small talons scratched across the ground leaving small scars. Her feathered tail flicked upwards a little to aid in balancing as her wings remained outstretched. She bore not a pelt on her back, she still wondered what was wrong with these two. "Something wrong?" the foal asked softly, head down as her wings folded back to where they belonged, was it she who was 'wrong'?
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Posted: Wed Apr 09, 2014 10:51 am
A flash of relief flooded through Stormcloud as the feathers on her back moved, and revealed themselves to be wings. wings. Real wings. Not a pelt.
Not a skinwalker. Thank the spirits. And then, Stormcloud let herself feel, let this little foal start to wedge its way into her heart. She was afraid to open up, afraid to let herself see her for the innocent foal she was before she confirmed that she had wings and wasn't a skinwalker. She refused to let herself get attached to someone who couldn't stay.
Of course, there was still unknown hanging in the air. Balrog and Stormcloud were the final arbitors.
But nonetheless, a genuine, soft smile fought its way onto the mare's lips. It was a rare thing for the serious, fierce mare that had never known companionship until this herd. "Nothing, little one, She whispered, stepping forward.
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Thunderbird looked between his mate and the foal, and the smile on his face cemented. He was much more easy going than Stormcloud - something he felt she needed sometimes. He had grown up in this herd, was used to attention and weight on his shoulders, and he did everything in his angeni blood to bear the responsibilities.
"Look at you," He whispered, approaching the little filly. "Just like a bird." To Stormcloud, this was a good omen. "I'm going to be your pappa, that's right... I'm Thunderbird... looks like we were meant to find you."
Kesmi Tag! I am going to be rather slow in this, just a warning, now that the plot has kicked off <3
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2014 2:10 pm
Sabin Duvert Short tag. Reply when your muse strikes. ^^ The small filly continued to watch the strange adults as they seemed to be pleased about something. She wasn't too sure about what, but maybe it was a good thing. Ears turning a little before she moved closer to the both of them. She watched the one that had named himself as Thunderbird. She rolled the name over in her head, but she couldn't grasp it the way an adult could. Shaking her head in foalish frustration the foal stepped forwards to nuzzle against Stormcloud before moving over to Thunderbird. "Why you have no claws?" Was the first thing she asked as she finally look down at their front hooves and then to her own. They were claws... lifting a foot she wiggled the digits, before looking back up at their faces. "Did you lose them?"
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