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Username: Kara Asumie
Basket Name: Izumi
Temper: Restless
Personality: Izumi is restless and loves to get reactions out of others. But he grows bored of others with ease. Hints his restlessness. He is hoping to find someone that he will never find boring.
Other: OMG this family is LOVE.

Plot Ideas
Username: Kara Asumie
Plot Ideas:
~Solving my Boredom! - This is where Izumi will be looking for someone or thing that can help with his boredom of things.

~Restless travels! - Izumi goes off looking for new things. New places to play and new things that will bring interesting reactions out in others.

~Looking into the jobs of Flutters! - Seeing he has flutter blood he wants to know more about flutters and what it is that they do.

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Username: Kettyn
Basket Name: Saxon "Sinclair"
Temper: Sanguine
Personality: Saxon has witnessed the destruction of his parents' relationship with indifference. He's acts indifferent because he's confused as to why two individuals who are so different would remain together and bring children into the mix. The young colt thinks that maybe he'd be better searching for answers on his own. It'll start a journey of discovery for Saxon.
Other: Should I be entering this? Lol

Prompt Response
Username: Kettyn
Prompt Number: #2
Your response:
After witnessing yet another hushed argument between his parents, Saxon decided that it was time to perhaps find someplace quiet to reflect on what he'd overheard. Avoiding his sisters Des and Claudette took some effort but eventually the young colt had shaken off the determination of his siblings and managed to stumble across a rather secluded patch of forest. The darkened recesses called to him as easily as a siren's call would to a sailor. Taking cautious steps the colt made his way into the darkened patch and breathed a sigh of relief.

Knowing that he was alone the colt lashed out at a hollow log as he vented out his frustration. His voice echoed in the space around him. "Why do they always have to argue? Can't they see it is tearing the family apart? I have seen Des soak up daddy's attention and momma seems at ease with Claudette. Where do I fit in?"

Saxon gave the log a final harsh kick with his back hooves before collapsing to the ground. A sob was torn from his small frame as he gave into the confusion and turmoil within his young mind. The realization came that maybe he had to do something to earn at least the attention from one of his parents, whether it be good or bad. With that Saxon rose to his hooves and began his trek towards home. He had not gone far in his journey when a loud squeal reached his ears. Saxon swung his head from left to right before dashing towards the noise as it sounded again. Once more the cry reached him before being strangled silent. Saxon froze. A quieter, more pitiful noise rose from the land before him as a large shape seemingly flew towards him. Saxon closed his eyes and trembled in fright. A moment passed and then another. Saxon peeked open one eye and realized that there were no shadows around him. Had it just all been a figment of his imagination? No, a quiet whimper, weaker sounding than before reached his ears again. Saxon cocked his head to the side before tracing the sound to its origin.

In a odd clearing a shape thrashed around. Saxon approached with caution and paused to observe the scene. The familiar scent of blood hit his nostrils and the colt found himself drawn closer. Whatever he'd discovered was obviously injured and under extreme duress. The cries had tapered off as if the animal realized that no help was coming for it. Saxon peered into the deep onyx eyes of a young creature that he'd never seen before. It lay bleeding from numerous slashes. As Saxon initiated eye contact the creature lay still except for a side that moved up and down too rapidly to be healthy. Saxon was frozen with indecision. He was no skilled healer and if he ran back to inform his parents it would start another argument. Saxon froze as an uneasy silence drifted over his mind. He knew what needed to be done. With infinite slowness he inched closer to the suffering creature. This needed to be done. Saxon made the mistake of looking again into the eyes of the creature and saw a strange mixture of trust and hope reflected back at him. Saxon hesitated before closing his eyes. "I must do this ... I'm sorry."

With all hesitation gone Saxon pressed his hoof down on the creature's neck. The vibrations from the beast's struggles caused a wave of caustic bile to rise from his stomach before Saxon swallowed it back down. He had to see this through. What seemed like an eternity passed before Saxon felt no more resistance under his hoof. He shook out the numb feeling and peered down at the lifeless corpse. Although the creature's heart beat no longer, blood still oozed sluggishly from the wounds. Saxon watched the darkening liquid before pushing his muzzle deliberately into the creature's side. The scent of the blood overwhelmed his senses. Saxon inhaled deeply trying to understand why his mother needed such a substance. The taste of the congealing liquid hit his tongue. Was there a chance he could connect with her if he understood this?

As daylight continued to recede ... Saxon remained locked in place by morbid curiosity. The world around him shrank to just three of his five senses. Taste, touch and smell. He'd stay here until he unlocked the mystery.

I have a recent RP
Username: CheshireKttty
Link to the RP: Curiousity & Cats

Prompt Response
Username: CheshireKttty
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Zorion stood nervously as he waited for his mother to leave. She had told him that he would meet his grandmother today. The colt had heard about the rest of his family, some he had been warned about, others had simply been mentioned. Would they figure him out for what he truly was? Could one monster spot another just as easily as they could spot prey? Questions raced around his mind faster than he could comprehend them.

What will you do if they spot you for what you truly are? The voice whispered to him, taunting him. What if they reject you? What if they abandon you? What will you do then? Zorion tried to shut it out, to push it back as he always had, yet it was becoming harder to do. He could feel the voice chuckle at his feeble attempts and he became frustrated. Nervously, he looked about him to make sure no one was in ear shot.

"You know, maybe I hope they spot me for what I am." He told the voice. "Maybe one of them will know how to get rid of you." Zorion tried to sound tough as he said the words, but it was hard to be something that you weren't, especially when the one you were trying to fool was essentially yourself. You would like that wouldn't you? More chuckling from the voice. Tell them then. Go on! Tell them what you truly are! Tell them how much of a monster we are. How much we crave flesh. They might help you, or they might throw you out.

Zorion took a deep breath and focused on the voice once more. This time he pictured building a wall to block it out. The mental image usually served to help strengthen his command. While it didn't work for long, it did help provide some relief. As the voice faded from his mind he could still hear it cackling. The voice had been correct, even if he hated to admit it. He didn't dare tell anyone about it or his craving for flesh. Instead he would simply have to find a way to deal with it on his own.

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Username: CheshireKttty
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Zorion lay awake as dusk faded to daylight. Like his mother, the colt had taken to being awake during the evening hours and avoiding the daylight. While he wasn't as sensitive to the daylight as his mother was, he did prefer her company over his fathers. Not that he didn't love his father, but his mother did understand him better. Plus the darkness hid him better than the light did.

He breathed in the cool morning air as he felt his body grow tired and his mind grow weary. His thoughts trailed to that of his Uncle Lucian and his cousin Raphael. Although he had yet to meet them, Zorion had already grown quite fond of the pair. His mother had told him stories of the family and that they ate flesh as well as drinking blood. While he himself had hid his fascination with flesh from his mother, Zorion knew that perhaps his Uncle would understand him. One day, he supposed, he would have to come clean to his mother, but he couldn't stand the thought of disappointing her or his father. Did that make him a coward? Probably, but he figured it was better to be a coward loved by his parents then to be courageous and an outcast.

As sleep settled in, Zorion tried to picture his Uncle and cousin. His mother had described them several times when he had asked, and by now he thought he had a pretty clear picture of the two. She had also mentioned another, Karloff. He was big, she had told him, and he wore pieces of a large cat's pelt. Although he wore the pelt, he wasn't a skinwalker. Yet he did drink blood just as the rest of their family did.

Just as the last bit of shadows fled the sky, Zorion drifted off to sleep. He dreamed of his family then, of meeting his uncle and being accepted for who and what he was. He dreamed of blood and of flesh. And he dreamed of happiness.


[[[OOC: Just a quick note I don't really know the other family members on either side and would prefer to plot out stuff before simply saying he hangs out with so & so, so I stuck more to the family members that I do know to be on the safe side for the time being.]]]

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Username: Nyx Queen of Darkness (edited as the post ate my name 0_0)
Basket Name: Dorian
Temper: Shadowy
Personality: Dorian has always been a little different than his siblings. Inheriting some of his father's more decidely undesired qualities, he can be judgmental and disaproving if you don't do what he thinks is right. However, unlike his father--his ethics are a bit more loose. Because his standards differ from his father, Dorian finds himself drifting away after he learns that he will never have his father's approval.

From birth, he has seen his mother struggle with her "illness". Dorian has been taught to have a healthy respect for life by feed and release. However, the older he becomes, the more Dorian is sure of his self-control and the more his vanity grows. Vain of his looks and his superior skills at "the rules" his parents have taught him, he begins to believe that he can push the boundaries a little at a time until eventually he is in over his head.
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