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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 9:17 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 13, 2013 4:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 3:11 pm
  ⇢ Ｔｅｍｐｅｒ:Inspiring⇢ Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ:Israfel is one of the sweetest Angeni's in all of the lands. She was created
from music itself. She often times will go out of her wait to aid anyone that
she can; even if it means putting herself in danger. Loving to smile, and go
about singing, she will often be seen doing so. Music is what drives her soul,
and it honestly is what makes her continue on and on in her life. Though
she is nice, she can also be seen doing acts that could be considered cruel
in some aspects; that being telling others when they are wrong or when she
disagrees with some thought. She has a very bold personality when she
wants to, and due to this, she is not afraid to speak her mind; unless of
course, it could seriously hurt someone. In that case, she will bite her
tongue as best as she can, even though she wants so much to speak her
mind.
If she is mid song, do not interrupt her. Israfel has the concentration and
spirit that is outmatched. She can't stop herself from finishing a song, even if
it means being unable to respond to someone for a short spell. Her love for
music causes her some strife, as she literally feels as if she cannot stop the
song that comes to her lips. Though at times, she will stop if it is truly
important. The music that comes from her often portrays her inner most
thoughts or feelings; though decoding them could take longer than a person
has time for. She is, generally, very dedicated to the music in her soul.
Always going out of her way to aid people, Israfel would give up her wings in
order to help anyone that asked ( even someone such as a Skinwalker ).
Unless she truly would have an issue with the person in question, she would
do anything. There have been rumors that she would inspire those around
her to do the best they could, to be able to achieve anything so long as they
believed in her; and she would push to inspire them to get everything they
want and dream of. There are also times where she would travel with a
person, or stay with them for an extended amount of time in order to help
them to achieve their goals. She is a very giving mare, and rarely takes when
things are offered to her.
Israfel loves families. She loves being a part of two; her adopted and the
distant family that she learned of only after she became an adult. But she
loves every single member that she has met on either side. The mare enjoys
seeing foals, even if they aren't related to her. She would go far out of her
way to aid one and adopt any lost foal that needed a good home; mostly
because she knew she was the same at one point in her life. The mare
takes care of those around her, protecting them even if it means a fight. She
is a fantastic mother ( or will be ); and in that, she is a fantastic teacher as
well. █████ ████████ ███ ███████████ ⇢ Ｄｏｍａｉｎ:Angeni of Song⇢ Ｊｕｓｔｉｆｉｃａｔｉｏｎ:Have you ever found yourself just humming a tune that you couldn't seem to
think of the origin of? Or perhaps lyrics are bouncing in our head? Israfel is
the inspiration of this. She inspires all music around her, finding herself to be
the origin of this. If you wanted to write a song, she would be there to aid
you. She, herself, has a lovely voice, and chooses to sing to those around
her in hopes to further inspire them to let the creativity out and allow music
to flow through them as well. When someone creates music on their own,
she feels the power inside her and sometimes even sings the song that they
sang. Song is just something that moves her, inspires her. She is song, and
music is her.█████ ████████ ███ ███████████ ⇢ Ｑｕｉｒｋｓ:⊱ Her songs are some of Israfel's most important things.
⊱ Often times, Israfel will be seen wandering around exploring the areas
around her, and aiming to inspire everyone that she meets.
⊱ Flying makes Israfel one of the happiest mares in the world.⇢ Ｆｅａｒｓ:☠ Losing her voice.
☠ Watching someone get hurt.⇢ Ｌｉｋｅｓ:♥ Music
♥ Flying
♥ Aiding others
♥ Going on runs
♥ Sweet grass
♥ Smelling flowers
♥ Hearing stories⇢ Ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ:✖ Pain
✖ Being in trouble
✖ Seeing pain in others
✖ Despair
✖ Ignorance█████ ████████ ███ ███████████ ⇢ Ｓｋｉｌｌｓ:❣ Calming others; specifically with song.
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Posted: Mon Mar 18, 2013 3:12 pm
  The Great Spirits have blessed another basket. A basket colored black, with
the gentle coloration of rainbows in the softest tint. On the basket is gentle,
soft markings of musical notes. Those that heard, mostly small creatures
and birds, could hear soft music coming from the gentle wicker basket. One
nice morning, a couple, having wanted children for quite some time, found
their way to the basket, and adopted it. Chepi and Aras took the basket
under their care, and treated it as one of their own. From that point on, the
musical foal within the basket found that she was one of the most
cherished, loved, blessed foals of all the world.█████ ████████ ███ ███████████ The young foal grew up with the knowledge her adoptive parents were
wanderers. She followed them constantly, loving every second she had with
them. Her father, Aras, taught the young Angeni how to fly. She enjoyed
learning, and found that she took to it naturally. She also learned her singing
skills were far superior than many others. She was inspired by Aras to go
farther and farther into her love of singing; and with that Chepi inspired her to
do just the same. She found that her family was the best thing she had
every held.█████ ████████ ███ ███████████ The Angeni formed a fantastic relationship with her family. She spent tons of
time with her family, but as she matured, she realized she had to do
something. She had to figure out her powers, and work hard at what she was
sent to the Kawani lands to do. So, she said a good bye to her family, and
went her own path, aiming to help those around her, and inspire them toward
the world of music to aid them.
She wandered quietly from one area to another. As she explored, she found
herself longing for family. She waited patiently though, exploring as she
went, and found several different things. She found out how music could
change lives, and how everything changed in the blink of an eye so long as
someone was there to help them. Her wings often fluttered as she sang,
which she wasn't sure why. Then, one night, she heard rumor of another
family, that resembled her. She looked into it, asking different Soquili, and
somehow realized that they were related in some way.
As she ventured, she met a young stallion by the name of Amayo. She grew
fond of him, and they spent several weeks traveling together. She found him
to be a wonderful stallion, with a kind heart and gentle soul. But they had to
part ways. Israfel found that she wanted to spend more times with him, but
ended up leaving him to his own ventures, while she wandered away to find
the family that she had lost so long ago.
Wishing to locate these Soquili, Israfel searched for them. She refused to
give up hope. Eventually, she found a herd called Fiamma Eterna. She
ventured in quietly, unsure what was going to happen. But as she did she
found herself greeted by a stallion with natural colors. She observed him
curiously, but soon learned about him. Lutra, a stallion who was alpha of the
herd, took her in. She met with him, and easily conversed, loving every
second she spent with him. She could tell he was a gentle stallion. And
within seconds, she found out that he was mated to one of her very own
cousins, Akari.
She spent a few months with Akari and her mate, and learned of their story.
She was saddened by their inability to have children, but needed to move on.
She had people to assist, and so Israfel wished them all the luck, and
wandered away. She ventured around the lands once more, singing her
songs and looked around. She met several Soquili and assisted them the
best she could. But in the end, she still felt incomplete. As days turned
to months, she realized something was going on. She met a stallion by
the name of Douma, who had been following her because of her voice. She
was confused by this, but realized soon after that the stallion had fallen in
love with her for her voice, and she was flattered. She ended up falling in love
with him as well, and ended up traveling with him.█████ ████████ ███ ███████████ ｡
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 8:15 am
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 8:16 am
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Posted: Sat Apr 20, 2013 1:09 pm
  ⇢ Ｇｒａｎｄｐａｒｅｎｔｓ:Zahraa` x Cabriole⇢ Ｐａｒｅｎｔｓ:Vanya x Taarab⇢ Ｓｉｓｔｅｒｓ:Laveda { Half }, Aquilina { Half }, Vaniania, Vanmoriel⇢ Ｂｒｏｔｈｅｒｓ:Brother, Brother⇢ Ｃｈｉｌｄｒｅｎ:Vanetette, Vanrui, Mikasi`Nell⇢ Ｇｒａｎｄｃｈｉｌｄｒｅｎ:Vanetette: Mimiteh, ???, ???
Vanrui: Cwn Annwn, Inugami, Hresvelgr
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 9:24 pm
⇢ Ｔｅｍｐｅｒ:Alluring⇢ Ｐｅｒｓｏｎａｌｉｔｙ:Foal: As soon as she pops, she is going to be a smiling bundle of joy.
Vanwyn, while a child, will be hyper, happy, and practically uncontrollable. It
won't be until she is literally sat down and told about their lifestyle, told
about how the Flock works, that Vanwyn will begin to focus. Though she will
still be happy, and curious, she will also be willing to learn and do all she
can to improve. She'll find herself asking many questions, and learning as
much as she can absorb in a short amount of time. There is also a good
chance that she will have a rather spirited nature about her. Her personality
will lure people to her; make them want to be around her and interact with
the happy, curious little filly that is destined to be much, much more than
that.
Clumsy is one of the words to describe her. Though she works hard, Vanwyn
just seems to be unable to get her clawed feet to cooperate with her body.
She often times stumbles over her steps, mostly when she dances, or runs
( as she grows older, she is able to control her movements better ). But the
main artistic feature she holds is her musical talent. She is a wonderful
singer, even at such small age. Vanwyn sounds much like lovely birds
singing to the morning. Though at this stage of her development, she can't
hit all the notes like she wishes she could, but her voice is still something
that could be considered a gift from the Great Mother. Music was her talent,
and it was the muse that strives to make her what she dreams to become.
Now when given the word "huntress" many people would throw out other
words such as "vicious" or "quick". But not this little filly. She has yet to
mature to that level yet. Vanwyn's best word for her hunting as a foal would
be "cute". No, she wouldn't leave the Flock territory or hunt anything
dangerous. But she would find herself practicing the skills she had observed
from the other Harpies on her pen mates, as well as random bugs, rodents,
birds, ect. She would practice as best as she could, while trying not to hurt
the other foals and creatures. Can you imagine a little filly partially
crouched, hunting a butterfly?
Adult: Strong. Smart. Beautiful. Cunning. Confident. And she knows it.
Vanwym, not only in appearance, but in personality has matured into a
wonderful creature. She walks with her head held high, and her body as well
groomed as a princess on her way to a ball. She's sweet in nature, usually
rather happy, but knows when to buckle down and show people who is boss.
Vanwym has a natural talent of luring people to her; be it with her beauty or
her wit. She seems to know what to say, and when to say it. Or how to look
( Though honestly, she thinks no one can deny her what she really wants ).
She is helpful, and kind. But cross her, and she will become one of the most
vicious Harpies you have ever laid eyes on ( It is hard to make her mad
though ). She's very rarely depressed/sad about anything, liking to look on
the better part of life than dwell on what may be seen as the lesser. So in a
basic status, she is a lovely, kind Harpy, with a natural talent, as well as a
not-so-quick temper.
She has matured once again. Vanwyn has trained hard with her mother and
all the other Harpies within the Flock. And now that she has grown, she has
caught her footing; she can dance. Though she is not the best at it, she is
able to move with grace and allure. But her voice, that has been the highlight
of her artistic nature. After working for several hours each day ( even if it
was just humming as she walked ), her voice has became like an angels.
She can reach almost every note, and knows many different tunes. Besides
her voice, she has learned to play different instruments. She has a strong
talent toward the stringed ones; she trained herself to pluck the strings with
her claws, without snapping them. The strings are usually a lot stronger
than those of normal stringed instruments, but that is beside the point. She
is much like her mother, musically talented, and willing to learn more if she
can. When she practices, she is very serious, her mind focused on the task
at hand. It is almost like she is determined to get what she can done. But
when she is performing, she is expressive, showing many emotions ( from
body language, voice tones, facial features, ect ).
Vicious is now a proper word. Vanwyn, while on the hunt, finds herself
almost in a different mind frame. She gets completely serious, focused, and
moves as quietly and swiftly as a hunting falcon. Her pray rarely escapes
her clutches. Using her wit and speed, she figures out ways to capture the
creatures she hunts easily. Be it by being violent, or luring them with tricks
and flirting, she usually gets her target. This Harpy is not one to toy with
when she is hunting either. She tends to snap at people when they bother
her too much, due to her mind being locked on what it is doing. Unless it is
important information, one shouldn't bother her as she hunts.
She is a Harpy, yes. But who is to say that Harpies can't be romantic?
Vanwyn was raised to be the dominate personality; to be confidant in all that
she happens to behold. If she takes a fancy to a stallion ( be it one she
captured or one that she met within the Flock territories ), she is likely to
ask the stallion to come back to her nest. While there, she will talk and
learn a bit more about the creature, before sending him off. Her version of
wooing the stallions ( even though she could easily just demand they spend
time with her ), would be to have them do certain tasks. While doing these
tasks, she would evaluate them, making sure they are strong. After all, she
wants stallions that will make her feel even more special. If they pass her
tasks, she is likely to give them gifts or trinkets ( something that signifies
that she has claimed them ). That is, of course, if they are not already
claimed by another Harpy. If that were the case, she would ask permission
to play with the stallion before doing so.
After all the maturity that she has gained throughout her life, Vanwyn learned
one thing that always stuck within her mind. "The Flock is only as happy,
only as strong, as it's happiest and strongest members". And though that
could be described as being the females, there is one thing that is for
certain. Without the males, the females would have no Flock to grow and
make stable. So, with that in mind, Vanwyn found herself wanting to help
anyone that she could. If it meant that she would have to put aside
something that she needed to get done, to help a lost, not physically, but
mentally and emotionally lost, stallion, she would do so. If it meant being
there for her Sisters, to ensure that they held the strength that all the
females should hold, she would do so. She would listen with all her being,
she would give as much advise as she could, so long as they listened with
the respect that she herself would give. Vanwyn would consult all members
of the Flock as best as she could, and hope that they would become
stronger for the good of the Flock. █████ ████████ ███ ███████████⇢ Ｑｕｉｒｋｓ:⊱ It is very hard to get Vanwyn angry, but when you do, it's hard to get her un-angry
⊱ She has a small quirk of tapping her claws when she's thinking.
⊱ Vanwyn doesn't like being bored, so she'll find something to do instead.⇢ Ｆｅａｒｓ:☠ Being left behind.
☠ Skinwalkers; particularly the bat ones.
☠ Wolf like Soquili.⇢ Ｌｉｋｅｓ:♥ Feathers
♥ Singing
♥ Playing music
♥ Hunting
♥ Capturing
♥ Being with the Sisters
♥ Family
♥ Going on runs⇢ Ｄｉｓｌｉｋｅｓ:✖ Blood { Aside from Food }
✖ Skinwalkers
✖ Dancing { Sometimes }
✖ People who just give up
✖ Insults█████ ████████ ███ ███████████⇢ Ｓｋｉｌｌｓ:❣ Hunting and tracking.
❣ Singing. It is her strongest skill.
❣ Teaching.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 9:25 pm
The Great Mother graced Vanya. She had given birth to three, healthy foals.
One of which we will describe in the story below. When she was put within
the basket she was confused. But she rested easily there, often times
making small noises here or there. She learned her parents noises, smells.
And eventually broke free from the basket that she had been placed within.█████ ████████ ███ ███████████Emerging, she was confused. The tiny foal had never in her life ( despite it
being short ) been confronted with someplace so bright! She eventually found
her bearings though, and was greeted by her mother, father, and two sisters,
as well as a mare that the smell was familiar, but not certain. Within
minutes she was making lovely chirping noises, and greeting everyone,
hugging to them. Because of the noises she emitted, her mother named her
Vanwyn, meaning "Beautiful Musician". And it was exactly what she would
one day become.
Vanwyn grew up slowly. Not to say she wasn't smart. But she was, in fact, a
hyper thing. She didn't care much for learning for a while. And due to this,
she actually couldn't even dance very well. But her voice was one of the
most beautiful things about her, let alone within the Flock. She often would
sing to herself, and venture around like a happy little foal. It was rare to find
her not happy. She started to go to her lessons, as well has have private
teachings by Vanya and Risuler on how to better her dancing. It worked well
for her, and she gradually started to learn to dance better and better.
Despite living in a fantastic home, and making friends, Vanwyn's foal-hood
was not all flowers and rainbows ( it never was ). One day, her family went
out on a stroll, and she slipped while trying to attack a butterfly. She fell out
of Flock territory, and ended up running into a mare by the name of Neva. A
skinwalker, one of the worst things to run into. Terrified, she almost
succumbed to what the mare wanted, until her father intervened, and fought
the walker off. Terrified, Vanwyn ran once within safety, and was terrified to
even go near the boarders again. She feared the outside world, and never
wanted to leave.█████ ████████ ███ ███████████After the incident, Vanwyn grew very quickly. She matured into a lovely
mare, the van in her name coming out in an obvious manner. She grew
fantastic at singing, even more so than she thought she would. Some said
her skills were the best within the Flock grounds. Her dancing was still
somewhat off balance, and though she worked hard, she still had a bit of
issues. She eventually got better, and on the first hunt that the three sisters
got to go on, she finally achieved a dance that she was extremely proud of.
She was praised, and then, she went on her first trek out of the Flock
grounds since her incident with the walker.
Vanwyn loved it. She was a natural born huntress. She could move within
the trees easily, and bound from one place to another. She was fantastic at
catching small prey, and spotting creatures, usually from the noises they
made. She was great at hearing noises, at recognizing them. It usually
came from her listening so much as a child. She enjoyed the feel of the wind
on her fur and going through her feathers. After several months of hunting,
she was, in fact, a perfectionist at it.
Then came the night she ran into something so peculiar. Vanwyn had never
seen something like it before. At first, she observed, but she had to
approach. He was tall, with a long, wolf like tail, and paws instead of hooves
or the Harpy claws. His name was Honovi, and she was enthralled. She
found herself almost obsessing over the stallion, and would often times go
out more to see if she couldn't find him. Over time, they grew to have a sort
of respect for each other, and Vanwyn wanted him to be hers. But she was
smart. She knew that forcing this stallion to join the Flock was not the best
way to go about it, seeing as he would probably fight her. She had to use
other means.
Later, she ended up running into the Walker known as Neva once more. She
confronted her, but within minutes of the encounter, felt like she was a filly
again; small, helpless, and unable to do anything. It wasn't until Honovi
showed up, and ran the Walker away, was she able to regain herself. After
that, Honovi joined the Flock. Vanwyn kept him as her personal pet. No one
was to have him. He was hers, and nothing would change that. He had to
go through a quarantine process, due to the Flock's fears of Walkers, but
eventually, was let free, and given to live with Vanwyn in her nest.
They were happy. They hunted every moon, at least, but usually went out
much more than that. She loved being with him. Vanwyn very happily kept him
near and dear to her. She loved him, and stayed by his side for all the days
and all the moons. As their time together grew, she found herself to be
regnant. Shocked by the blessing of the great mother, Vanwyn happily
told her parents of her pregnancy. The children would have to be watched
with a careful eye, she was warned, due to their fathers bloodline. She
agreed, and went about her way. As she grew more round from her small
loves in her tummy, she was unable to hunt, and would thus send Honovi
with his mother to do the work. She eventually had the children, three healthy
foals that were a mix of her harpy blood and the blood of wolves. Two girls, and
one boy. She loved each and every one of them, and adored on them.
They grew up strong and healthy, and between Vanwyn and Honovi, they
raised the children with strength and wisdom. The girls were trained to fight
and dance and sing, even if they were clumsy at first. She loved them to
death. Her son was trained to be perfection in the eyes of the mares. Too
soon were they adults, and she was uncertain how they would fit in. But
she held them to the highest of respects and praised them with every
task they set out to do. Her children were strong and precious to her, and no
matter what, she loved them to death. That was until one fateful night, there
was a loud commotion. She ran out to see what was going on, only to realize
that her daughter, Vanetette was gone with two Flock stallions. She was
shocked and devastated, and quickly hid herself away against Honovi for the
betrayal of her daughter. Within the week, her only son was gone, fled from
the Flock land and seen as a betrayer of their people. She was devastated
by this, and had no idea what to do. When she went to locate Honovi and
seek his comfort, he was gone as well, and her world came crumbling down.
Vanwyn spent days destroying the only way to her high up nest for those
without claws. She ripped apart her nest and threw herself into sorrow and
despair. For weeks she mourned and found herself to only grow more
and more upset. She cried and cried and cried. And after months of her
crying, her father, remaining daughter, and close friend came to her. They
helped her through her hard time; and as the moons passed, she eventually
began to heal. She started to hunt again; started to decorate her nest and
go back to teaching her students. She smiled and apologized to Vanrui for her
actions and pushing her daughter away so harshly. Vanrui quickly accepted
the apology, and they started to heal the lose of their family together.
Risuleri, a close friend of Vanwyn's mother and now Vanwyn, was a key
factor in her healing. She protected her and showed her the ways of the Flock
again; showed her that the Sisters would always be there to protect her. She
grew to love and trust Risuleri, and eventually, put her faith in her very
strongly. Months ticked by, and she was growing stronger in her ways again.
It was then that Risu decided it was time to introduce Vanwyn to stallions
that would help her in her own way. She started to visit the Whistle Stallions
nests, learning of their ways and how they acted. She found comfort in them
and enjoyed their company. She started to learn to trust once more.
Once she was comfortable again, Risu decided to send Vanwyn to the "most
skilled Whistler she'd ever been with". Uncertain, Vanwyn rejected the offer for
weeks, before finally conceding. She searched out the stallion known as
Kalyana. And shockingly, she was memorized by him. She grew to enjoy
his company more than she could ever explain. And as she continued to
come back, she found she was falling for the stallion. She held back her
feelings though, afraid they would be rejected and her joyous time with him
would have to stop. Instead, she settled herself to talking with him and
laying with him. As the months passed, Kalyana revealed that he loved Vanwyn
and all that she was. Vanwyn, overwhelmed by Kalyana's words, fell for him
even deeper. She confirmed his feelings, and shared her own, before claiming
him as hers.
Since then, Vanwyn has settled down into a comfortable life of love with
Kalyana, and teaching her students. She hasn't attempted to have more
children yet, as the thought puts fear in her heart. Vanwyn is comfortable
where she is, and will someday seek out the will to have children with
the new love of her life. Until then, she's content with laying beside him while
telling stories of love.
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Posted: Fri May 03, 2013 9:25 pm
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