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 Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 12:51 am
This RP is open to: Please post which character you are using and a link to your teepee in your first post, and then continue to indicate which one you are using through out the roleplay in some way. I'll copy and paste links and things into this post as everyone makes their first post. The beginning setting I figured could be one of Ara's junk caves. She will have cleaned it out a bit for her new family, but there's still random stuff (rocks, bones, feathers, wood pieces - chips, logs, branches, bark, etc -, dried plant matter, sand, charcoal, pots of: paint, sand, dirt, pebbles, - etc. if it's organic and can be found naturally, she probably has some of it) floating around. It is in...what else, a forest. It looks something like this. So, I'm just going to start out with basket poppings. If anyone has an objection shoot me a pm and I'll change my first post. I just want to get rolling with family rp. ^^;; We can continue to use this thread after, or do a time skip after the 'first moments' but I think poppings are kind of fun. Don't worry about order at first, we can all roll with each other's posts.
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2014 1:15 am
Teepee and  ((Gabe still isn't full grown in this rp, but I'm going to use his adult cert since he has grown quite a bit...let's call him a teenager (or a yearling) he also doesn't have his knife thing yet.)) Ara glanced anxiously into her cave, the clutter pushed mostly into the second 'room', which was a smaller hole in the wall just to the left of the cave opening. It opened into a rather impressive room that was nearly twice as large as the main one. There was another opening directly opposite the entrance that opened into a room that was just a bit smaller than the main one. It was where she usually slept when she stayed here while working on a project. Along the east wall was a small collection of bags which contained collected items yet to be sorted.
Ara moved to pick up one of the bags of unsorted things and her gaze fell on the three baskets huddled just inside the cave mouth. She had pushed them there a couple of hours ago so they could soak up the warmth from the sunshine which was beginning to wane now. Though the cave faced the west and got decent illumination for the second half of the day, it lost a direct view of the sun a couple of hours before sunset due to the trees outside blocking it. In another hour, she gauged, it would be time to nudge them back into the cave and into her room.
"It could be any time now, I think." she muttered to herself, exiting the cave once more and dumping the contents of the bag onto the ground.
The jumble of items made a decent sized pile at her feet and she settled down to begin sorting through them. Ara didn't always keep everything she picked up, and often made a discard pile as well as sorting things into piles according to what they were for later organization. She looked up as her she heard someone coming.
Gabriel trotted back to where his family was staying for the moment, a jumble of nerves making him slightly nauseous. He didn't know how he felt about having more siblings. Ayako was a great playmate and he loved her, but he'd never interacted with more than one or two other foals at a time. He was also worried that since the incoming foals were born the normal way that Ara (and his father, though he was still rather shy of him) would love them more and not want him around anymore.
Upon catching sight of his mother he rolled his eyes fondly. He might have a collection of rocks, but no one he had met hoarded things the way she did. "How many bags do you have left?" he asked as he approached. "Hello Gabriel," she greeted, "Oh, only a few..." she gazed sheepishly in the direction of the cave. He laughed, knowing that she'd probably added more to the lot than she'd sorted.
"I'll help you." he offered, taking a moment to press his forehead to hers to show his affection, then settle down next to her to help.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2014 10:20 pm
Teepee Link(( I'll be playing Ayako and Zacharael. Ayako will still be played as a foal ))  and 
Zacharael had been off on a secret mission or not so secret. At least not to his daughter. He had explained to her where he was heading and for what reason. She had promised not to tell her mother or brother what was going on. Zach's mind was busy on the latest developments in his relationship with Ara. Mainly on the fact that back at the cave that was currently their home awaited three baskets that had come about. It was a shock when Zach had learned that Ara was pregnant but he'd come to accept that the family would continue to grow. For now though his mind was on flying and making sure that he would arrive on time with his "gift" to Ara.
It had taken a few hours to make the trip to where he had stashed the rocks that he'd taken from Ara and Zach was relieved to find the satchel still intact. He had shrugged it over his neck and set back out on the trip home.Ayako was growing a little more independent as she grew in height. However new the sensation was of having a family that she could rely on there were still times that she wished for time alone. This wasn't one of those times. The filly was still excited to learn that she'd no longer be the baby of this small family. There would be more playmates around that could she could play games with. As she neared the cave Ayako caught sight of Gabriel and her mother. She watched in silence as the pair sorted her mother's art supplies before she caught sight of the baskets at the cave mouth.
Quietly she neared the trio of baskets and lay down beside them. She wanted to be near when her siblings emerged and she only hoped that her dad would be back in time. It was hard keeping the secret of where he'd gone from her family but she had agreed.
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Posted: Thu Sep 25, 2014 11:12 am
Teepee Link - Cajmera((Enter Morrigan! I forgot to save her foal cert, so using her adult cert, but it links to her foal uncert))  Dark. Always dark, still dark, perpetual dark. Had it ever not been dark? With a soft, almost inaudible sigh, Morrigan shifted around in the cozy comfort of her basket. Yes, it was dark in there, but she rather liked the dark. It was all she'd known, since her earliest moments; the dark, and the closeness. It had been a reassuring presence, along with the soft, pleasant murmurs that came through the walls of her basket. She didn't really know what the murmurs were; she certainly had no idea they belonged to a family, waiting for her just beyond the woven walls of her basket. She just knew they were pleasant; another element that made her basket world a cosy, happy place. Except lately, the basket world had started to feel a little...well, a little pinched. Only yesterday, the basket had felt perfect; she had been able to sleep in a comfortable little ball, snug, but not constricted. Then all at once, something had changed. The walls seemed too tight; movement was harder and nearly impossible. She felt over warm, overly pinned. But what could she do about it? Sighing again, this time louder and with an increased sense of frustration, Morrigan shifted again. However, her movements were sharper, and consequently the basket had a harder time rolling with it. Seen from the outside, the basket was bulging; from the inside, Morrigan just felt a resistance. And that resistance only made her grouchier, more determined to fight it. Again she shifted, again the basket flexed, this time with a slight difference: a tear appeared in the side. It was a small tear, to be sure, but a tear was a tear, and with that tear came something entirely new and different: a tiny beam of light. Morrigan had no idea what to make of it. At first fearful, she pressed back against the far side of the basket. What was this, this small ray of light? It broke into her comforting darkness, revealing things she'd never seen before: dust particles that danced in the beam, a vibrant splash of color that only later would be revealed as one of her own dramatically colorful wings. Even the pattern of the basket weave was illuminated, albeit briefly. But once the first few moments of shock and fear were past, they were replaced by a new sentiment: curiosity. What were these new things she was seeing? Were there more of them? How could she find out? She found them all fascinating; the texture of the basket, the color of her wings, the motion of the dancing dust particles. It was so beautiful, so magical... She wanted more. So very much more. She wanted to see what else there was; what had her too-small basket been hiding from her? Emboldened by the success of her wiggling, she began again, in earnest. Where there had been one tear, there could be more....
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 10:08 pm
((Link to my teepee here! With Julian~))
Everything was darkness. In fact, he had known nothing else his entire short life. Well... almost nothing. Every now and again, if he squirmed juuuust right, he could peek out of the basket that had sheltered him after birth, and take in a bright spot of light. It always startled him just a bit. He wiggled and squirmed, responding to the sound and smell of mother. Julian nickered, the tiny sound seeping through the tightly woven basket to the outside world. He was very warm in his basket. Sometimes the basket grew colder, and then he curled up tighter within it, nestling beneath tri-wings that kept that chill out.
He wasn't quite ready to leave his basket. He was warm, and comfortable, and safe. Familiar voices filled the air, and soothed his own small voice into silence. He'd been hearing words for a long time now; at first from within his mother's womb, and then from within the basket. Two voices in particular were very familiar, and he heard them now. His small ear pricked, and he whickered, not yet prepared to make words of his own. Soon. Maybe just not... now.
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Posted: Sat Sep 27, 2014 10:37 pm
Gabriel was internally rolling his eyes at some of the things his mother collected in her moments of hoarding. At least she was willing to part with some of it in the form of the 'junk' pile...but did she really even need to pick up broken feathers and...was that an eggshell?
He noticed Ayako heading towards the baskets and smiled at her in welcome but continued to sort in silence. A few moments later he thought he heard something crackling from that direction but when he looked nothing seemed amiss. He shrugged it off and went back to fiddling with a particularly vibrant piece of agate. Gabriel wondered if it was worth it to ask for the rock or if Ara would even notice him sneak it into his own satchel.Ara was focused entirely on the array of things in front of her, so much so that she missed it when Ayako walked by her and over to the baskets. Something suddenly caught a thread of her attention and she glanced up towards the baskets. She noticed Ayako for the first time and forgot about whatever it was that had gained her attention for the moment.
"Hey! Ayako, when did you sneak over there?" she called playfully.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 2:54 am
The world around her had been quiet for so long. That, combined with the warmth that seeped through the colored wicker of her basket, had at last soothed the filly within to sleep.
For as long as she could remember - indeed, from the moment she had been placed within the warm, dark cocoon - each waking moment had been pain. It had been a fire wherever her limbs touched the walls of the basket, touched each other, touched the soft bed of grass that had been laid down on the floor of the basket before she had been placed so gently in it. And now, with each passing day, it grew tighter; more and more of her skin pressed up against the reluctantly yielding walls, and there was more and more pain. The filly spent most of her time asleep, trying to shut out the hurt.
Every once in a while, though, a breath of cool would wisp over her head, seeping in from the lid and over her body until she shivered. It was this cold, however, that turned that hot dark trap into a soothing embrace; it was those moments when the filly found herself waking.
As the sun sank and faded from the surface of her basket, she stirred. It was still uncomfortably warm, uncomfortably tight, uncomfortably everything, and it was not yet cool enough for her pain to leave her. Striking out in the fear that maybe the cold wouldn't come - that she would have to go out to meet it - the filly's hoof made contact with the side of her basket. A deep, hot breath filled her lungs at the jarring of it, but she had to get out.
She had to get out.
On the verge of tears, the filly pummeled the sides of her basket with all four feet, but her blows were weak; each brought pain with it, shooting through her joints as her bones clashed together in a way they hadn't before. She needed an escape, and the only way out was through these walls that she had known for the entirety of her short life.
-[The Spoof]- Here's the link to that PB album I mentioned - it has certs and uncerts for all stages of Julian & Morrigan. Feel free to stick it in the first post or something. 83
Link.
Also, I'm going to go squee over here in a corner about that bag of rocks. >.>
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2014 8:28 am
Ayako tore her gaze away from the baskets as the voice of her mother finally reached her. A slight pinking of her cheeks would have been missed from the distance between herself and Ara and she rose before feeling her gaze drawn down to the ground again. Leaving the baskets for the moment Ayako closed the distance between herself and Ara before nuzzling her mother. "I didn't think I was sneaking. I believe that you were merely preoccupied with the task at hand that you missed me."
Ayako glanced back towards the baskets before looking towards Gabriel. "Hello Gabe," Ayako sighed softly before addressing her mother. "Do you still needing help with sorting anything mom?"
As small as she was there was still things she could help out with. Ayako was still learning how to approach her mom and brother with their art supply sorting. She wasn't as keen as realizing what was considered junk but a few questions here and there cleared up any confusion.Zacharael breathed in the fall air deeply as his powerful wings provided lift for his flight home. The stallion had successfully retrieved the bag of rocks that would be his surprise to Ara. Now he wished to return to the mare's side before the newest members of his family were set to emerge from their baskets. He had mentioned the need for a bit of freedom as his excuse to Ara for this secret trek. It still felt like a mild deception to the stallion, lying about what he was doing, but hopefully his gift would heal any remaining rift between himself and Ara. Pushing himself harder Zacharael reveled in the feeling of the wind tugging at his mane as he flew. He'd be home rather shortly at this rate.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2014 10:30 am
In the days she'd spent in the basket, it had never once occurred to Morrigan that there was anything beyond that basket. She was comfy, she was sheltered, she wasn't hungry, she was living a life of contentment. All had been good with the world. But now, all at once, she couldn't bear to spend one more minute in her basket. Emboldened by the small tear in the basket, the novelty of the beam of light, and the new sounds of numerous murmuring voices outside the basket, she threw herself into the task of breaking out with a previously unknown ferocity.
There had never been much room in the basket, and as she'd grown the amount of available space to flail around had diminished. But there was no way something as insignificant as a lack of space would keep her from accomplishing this, the first task she'd ever set her mind to. Really, it was a nice feeling, to be so determined! Screwing up her face into a determined grimace, she lashed out with one sharp hoof, trying to hit the already existing tear.
At first, there didn't seem to be anything happening. She could feel the basket flexing against her body, and the gentle give of the weave against her small hooves, but that was it. And that would never do. Shifting again, she braced her shoulders against the side of the basket and kicked out again, this time with both of her back hooves. At that angle it was almost impossible to aim, so her hooves sailed right past the tear and instead connected solidly with the lid of the basket. Suddenly, Morrigan was blinking in the bright, dazzling light flooding into her basket; her kick had dislodged the entire top of the basket and sent it flying. All at once, she was OUT!
Except now that she was exposed, she wasn't sure if she wanted that any more. Wriggling around rapidly she withdrew as deep into the basket, tucked protectively under her wings. At first she was completely covered, trying to shield herself from the surrounding light. She had wanted different, but wasn't this a bit too much different? But then she realized the flaw in her logic; if she couldn't see out of the basket, then how was she supposed to know what all was out there? So carefully, cautiously, she poked her head out of her wings and peeped upwards. What was there in this new world beyond the basket? What was there to see and hear, touch and smell, now that she was no longer bound up in the darkness?
Well, there was one thing she could already tell; the world outside the basket was bright! Bright, and very, very big.
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Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2014 10:20 am
There were noises beyond his basket. Julian burrowed deeper into it, listening. What was that? There was a sound. A sound that sounded like something he wanted to know for himself. Curiosity finally outweighed the comfort of his basket, sending his little feet kicking at the side and top of his basket. When he kicked the basket, though, Julian discovered that it was a formidable foe. He quieted for a moment, trying to find a way around it, trying to find a weak spot. The voices outside were muffled by his basket, and he wanted to hear them for himself. So he kicked at the basket, his efforts achieving somewhat less than impressive results.
He wasn't out. Not yet. He huffed, leaning the full weight of his small body against one side of the basket-- and squealed, startled, when the basket turned over. Now he was upside down, the lid of the basket beneath him. Dazed, Julian lay there, trying to regain his bearings. His wings hurt, squashed beneath him like that. Before attempting to right himself, he let fly with as strong of a kick as he could manage, and the basket... shifted. That didn't solve his wing problem, though, and he squirmed around in the basket, trying to get his wings out from under him, giving voice to a squeak when he stepped on one of them.
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