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 Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 5:53 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 6:03 am
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Posted: Tue Aug 30, 2011 2:20 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 11:29 am
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2011 11:45 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 6:52 pm
Sabin Duvert First Midnight
RP with Bloodmoon & Little Red     
Bloodmoon had been feeling particularly prideful these past few weeks. The cerynei filly he had initially been stalking as prey had turned into a very different sort of quarry. Something about her drew him to her - it was intoxicating and he couldn't get enough of her. Her scent, her naivete. It both made him feel more soquili again for the first time since he could remember... as well as kept the lupine hunter alive within him. It was a perfect balance.
Little Red had grown heavy with foals not too long after their union - and was utterly confused as to what was happening to her - why she was growing so fat, and not believing Bloodmoon when he explained that he had "wolf pups" in her stomach. That was silly, she thought - how would they have gotten there? Cerynei didn't eat wolves - usually it was the other way around.
But time passed, and she grew heavier, and eventually, Bloodmoon snuck close to the village to steal baskets to keep his offspring safe and protected.
After the young foals were born, pale and featureless into their baskets, all seemed to be Normal at first. They slowly took on the colors and markings of the foals, and all seemed fair.
Then one night twisted creatures were discovered, crawling weakly onto the baskets for warmth, their mouths twisted into permenant twisted smirks, their breath raspy and labored, small, tattered wings useless for flight, instead making a rustling noise whenever they moved.
They proved to be difficult to move without harming the baskets, and in their labored hissing breaths they whispered raspy secrets to those who would listen, fortunes of the children they guarded.Bloodmoon snorted suspiciously at the creatures that latched themselves onto the baskets that guarded his offspring, unable to dislodge them... though they did not seem to be bringing harm to them... Still, as he listened closely, he could make out words....?
Come daybreak, each and every one of the creeping creatures collapsed, becoming little more that leaf litter, having never been living creatures to begin with and blew away without a trace, the Spirits of the Twisted tunnel no longer needing the creatures to guard the baskets as they worked their mischief.
The first creature wheezed as it cackled, glowing eyes empty and hallow, "..Lisssten.. hssk... Lisssten now. The woodsssman comesss... Woodsssman fallss..." it shuddered as if in pain and repeated itself, cackling softly as it did.
The center one hissed sharply, rustling its wings as its claws flexed, its voice raw and dry compared to the other, "Paint the pelt, paint the bones." It swatted at the wolf-like stallion, hissing and speaking in a grating, alien language, the stallion having moved too close for comfort. It seemed disinterested in sharing any more after that
"Hssk. Hold yourself high.." The third one chuckled softly, its empty eyes blank as it looked into the distance, "Bury it deep....."
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Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 7:49 am
soquili-arrivals Mindsend signing in!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
After the young foals were born, pale and featureless into their baskets, all seemed to be Normal at first. They slowly took on the colors and markings of the foals, and all seemed fair. Then one night twisted creatures were discovered, crawling weakly onto the baskets for warmth, their mouths twisted into permenant twisted smirks, their breath raspy and labored, small, tattered wings useless for flight, instead making a rustling noise whenever they moved. They proved to be difficult to move without harming the baskets, and in their labored hissing breaths they whispered raspy secrets to those who would listen, fortunes of the children they guarded. Come daybreak, each and every one of the creeping creatures collapsed, becoming little more that leaf litter, having never been living creatures to begin with and blew away without a trace, the Spirits of the Twisted tunnel no longer needing the creatures to guard the baskets as they worked their mischief. Io x Diogenes   http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a354/soquilipets/Mind/Growth/october2011/uncerts/iodio1_bskt.pnghttp://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a354/soquilipets/Mind/Growth/october2011/uncerts/iodio2_bskt.pnghttp://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a354/soquilipets/Mind/Growth/october2011/uncerts/iodio3_bskt.png The creature being nosed at hissed loudly, but didnt budge, seeming to be almost fuzed to the first basket, murmering and moaning about bloody bones and rattling claws. The figure on the pale white basket shrieked, "creature of night, bear your teeth." hissing it as it echoed piece parts, murmuring absently, as if the hollow creature lost in the past. "A plague, a plague, heal them" The remaining creature was hardly audible through its wheezy breaths.
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Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 6:40 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 8:42 am
odet amo 
XoxO heart heart heart xOXo
Someone is sending you some Valentine Love!
Keep an eye on this little package because come the 14th something sweet will pop out.
Don't forget to stop by my thread once it opens to name your little one.
xOXo heart heart heart XoxO
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 12:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 8:29 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2012 5:39 am
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Posted: Fri Feb 10, 2012 5:35 am
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 2:20 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 9:44 am
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x 
