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Username: Elf Princess Flannery
Prompt Number: 1
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Valdr had inquired about his mother’s side of the family several times. Belle seemed reluctant so share, and didn’t seem to have all the best things to say about her mother. Valdr pressured and pestered his mother once more to share the history of his twisted lineage. She told him of Jessamine and her dysfunctional relationship with her. Bella also spoke of her apparent blood thirst.

Jessamine’s instability made him nervous and uneasy. If her bloodlust was as severe as Bella made it sound then perhaps that was the source of her sickness. The thought was un-nerving because he had the same likeness for blood and craved it. His father’s attempt to “save” his mother had failed, and he worried, would see end up like Jess? Would he have a similar fate? If he tried to suppress his cravings what would happen? He knew these were questions his mother could not easily answer, and he kept them to himself.

He kept close to his mother as they walked through the forest. He looked at the ground and kept his head low. In his head there was a typhoon of thoughts swirling around, most of them negative and frightening. He started to count his mother’s footsteps, when he got to ten he started over. It was an easy distraction, and the menacing thoughts of his grandmother subsided. He couldn’t remember how many times he had counted to ten, but his mother stopped on an eight. Valdr looked up to see why they had stopped. The stood at the mouth of and open glade, and in its center stood Jessamine. Her pale coat looked innocent but was misleading. She appeared calm enough, but there was a strange look in her eye that gave him a chill. Valdr leaned in closer to his mother, and then nodded, before they made their way to the center together. This was her, his grandmother, and the source of his mysterious craving for blood.

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Username: NinebB0nesFr33d
Prompt Number: 1
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Oh my god.

Darryl was notorious in his immediate family for his impulsive fear of...almost everything. It was a true feat for the family to train Darryl to stomach his mother's eating habits. He could see past her habits and could see the love his mother had for him. However, his fears were something he had a hard time conquering. Try as he might, he'd freeze or pass out entirely in the face of anything that he perceived as frightening.

Which was almost everything.

While he knew that his mother would never put him in harm's way, he couldn't help but cringe at the thought of encountering his grandmother. There were habits in the family he didn't understand, but he respected. However, in his mind the wild imagination drew a picture of his grandmother as a vicious hunter. This gave him a serious reason to be nervous. He was a lousy hunter and while he was certain his mother would protect him, she couldn't protect him from disapproval from his grandmother. He wanted to make them all proud, but fighting his nature was proving difficult to overcome.

Belle was EXACTLY what he wanted to grow up to be. She was kind, loving and such a capable hunter. She was patient and understanding, but even Darryl began to wonder when her patience would run out with him. He would breathlessly utter prayers that she'd always be there for him. Even now, in the face of seeing her mother, Belle was still supporting her young son and continued issuing soft reassurances to him.

Belle nudged Darryl forward from behind. She always tried to have him lead now, to try and overcome his fears. The shaking was very visible around his shoulders as they drew closer. He could tell they were close when his mother's reassurances increased in number. Then, as if from nowhere, Jessamine stood before them. She was just as beautiful as his mother claimed, though, he still felt that his mother's unassuming beauty was preferrable. Clearly his grandmother had been given word about her cowardly grandson because she made no sudden movements and she spoke softly and slowly. Even still, he remained trembling and pressed up against Belle.

He loves and respects his family, he knows his actions speak otherwise. His eyes press close and he quickly blurts out;

"Hi. I'm Darryl. I love my mom...a lot more than a lot. I will get better."

He held his breath, waiting for the response of approval or disapproval.

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Username: Tursi
Prompt Number: 1
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His father wanted him on his best behavior, his mother wanted the same. Parents said that to all children at this age when meeting their elders. Not that they thought the foals would do something wrong, but it was a cautionary reminder. Rosen kept his gaze down, walking silently beside his mother, close to her flank. his ears were askew as he listened to everything, taking in the trip in an auditory way.

He wasn't..... displeased to be going on the trip, he half wondered if it would give him some answers to unasked questions, or to questions he didn't even know he had. He had fumbled awkwardly when he was told where they were going, looking a bit shocked at the background information and feeling a quivering in the pit of his stomach, that ever present pang of uncertainty and unease.

"Will she eat me?" Was the first question from his mouth before their walk. His father gave him a look, the question was a bit rude, but he knew already a bit of the need and strangeness of the instinct, he wasn't sure how his grandmother would react.

The poor colt still couldn't wrap his head around the whole idea. And it was obviously troubling him as he walked. Belle every once in a while would give him a comforting n**, and nudge him out of his thoughts. It was a bit reassuring, he knew his mother wouldn't bring him anywhere dangerous, and he accepted that.

So with his best smile he perked up and tried to look tall.

"D-do you think she'll like me?" He asked softly, his red eyes looking curious and semi-hopeful.

"How could she not?" Belle replied and smiled. That was what he needed, and he smiled and they talked the rest of the way about the things they saw along their trip.

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Username: Elf Princess Flannery
Prompt Number: 2
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Valdr had managed to slip away from the prying eyes of his father for a moment, and wandered off into the tree line. He had eaten his breakfast but still felt hungry, but it was a different kind of hunger. He had an idea of what it was, and knew what would sate it. He wandered away from his father so that he could have some time to himself. He wished Father could be more accepting of mothers diet, It’s not like she tries to hurt others. She would never hurt them or another soquili. Valdr had a hard time seeing his fathers point of view, but still resented the idea of disappointing him.

He was moving sluggishly and the pine needles crunched lightly under his feet. He wandered around the trunks of the pines without much direction and crunched on some fallen pinecones. They did little to satisfy his hunger. Valdr sighed and began to kick up the layers of pine needles that blanketed the forest floor. While he shuffled about, something caught his eye. It was a bird, a baby bird.

He approached the frail thing slowly, it appeared to be dead. It was fleshy and didn’t appear to have much for feathers. It was far from ready to leave the nest, and far from the safety of its mother. He felt pity for the helpless thing. Valdr simply stared at it quietly, but jumped back suddenly. It moved! The tiny bird wiggled, and was barely able to lift its own head with its tiny fleshy neck. It was still alive and let out a helpless chirp.

His heart ached as he watched it. It was going to die soon, from the cold or perhaps starvation. Mothers don’t take back their fallen chicks. It was already dead but still suffering. He didn’t like it, he didn’t want to see it this way. Tears swelled in his eyes, and his throat felt tight. And at the same time the hunger swirled in his belly.

He approached it again, and stood over its frail helpless body. When he looked down at it, tears fell around its broken form. Valdr lifted his hoof into position over the head of the baby bird. He clenched his eyes shut and quickly pressed his foot down. He looked away as he slowly raised his foot from the bird’s crushed body. He glanced back at it, to be sure it was done. It was bloody and lifeless and he quickly turned away from it. His mouth began to salivate and he tried to suppress his urges. The smell of blood wafted up from his hoof and he quickly brushed if off on the pine needles.

Valdr let out a sigh that sounded more like a whimper. He looked back to where he came from and could see the silhouette of his father over the ridge. He shook away his tears and removed himself from the temptation. He threw his feet ahead of him and dashed back to his father.

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Username: Akuma_Kessaku
Prompt Number:Prompt 3: You have a very big and diverse family on both sides, how are you similar to them, how are you different? What members do you like to spend time with and why? What do you like to do in your spare time? This can be through self reflection, or really any situation that illustrates these similarities or differences, just demonstrate this in whatever situation you feel inspired to write about.
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Though my family is very diverse and it would seem as though I do not fit into my direct family, I do have some subtle similarities to them. Despite my father’s harsh judgment, I do have morals. I feel my interest in creature anatomy can lead to healing benefits for the sick or wounded. In order to achieve this knowledge, sacrifices must be made. I feel the death of a wounded and dying creature is an appropriate cost for the benefit of knowledge. In this sense I feel I only kill out of necessity.

Despite my lust for blood and my occasional mental deterioration due to lack of it I would never harm either of my sisters, and would protect them with a vicious ferocity if harm ever came their way; a quality I feel comes from mostly from my mother, but also falls under the morals of my father.

I feel that I have a gift and that most will not understand my cause, so therefore I do not expect much from others. I expect they will be selfish, and do what is necessary for their survival, and find it a waste of time and energy to hold them to something they will never be able to achieve, and until they prove they are capable of something greater than what I have labeled them with I see no need to waste pleasantries on them.

Most days I would spend my time collecting insects and push pinning them into their glass boxes, but when it comes to mingling with his family he prefers the shy company of his sister, Claudette. She fit my age range as a foal, so I was able to spout my ideas and share my visions with her, without the fear of rejection; Sure, She may judge me, but she’s respectful. I confide in her my most difficult decisions, my guilt, my shame.