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 Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 4:15 pm
One Ticket Please:
Username: Thalea
Basket Name: Owen Sinclair
Temper: Divergent
Personality: At times Owen wishes to be like the others, to be what the majority of the population consider normal. But he is not the same as them. From his mother he has the thirst for blood and finds it appealing. His father tries to put in him a sense of right and wrong, which Owen follows to a certain point. There is a darkness in him that he cannot explain, which he cannot completely lay blame on his mother’s genes. He is kind, but sometimes his kindness is not seen as that, for he has a sharp tongue and believes the truth should be told, no matter how the other person will react to the news.
Other: Thank you for this opportunity! <3
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 4:20 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 4:28 pm
Plot Ideas
Username: Thalea
Plot Ideas:
• Is it blood that counts? – Owen is overcome with the need for blood, he cannot go a day without thinking about the red vital liquid that runs through the veins of every living creature. He needs a mentor, someone to talk him through the bloodlust and see the light of day, that it is not about the blood, but who he wishes to be in the end.
• Two Girls against One Boy? No fair! – Owen and his two sisters get into some friendly competition finding quartz (or some other interesting object) in the woods. Who will come out victorious? The girls? Or the boy?
• Blood is thicker than Water – Owen meets the family from his mother’s side and his father’s side, and realizes that even though they are so different from each other, they are still his family and he needs to learn how to incorporate both their values into his life.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 7:12 pm
Prompt Response
Username: Baby Pandah
Prompt Number: 2
Your response:
"Bye, baby bunting
Mommy's gone hunting
To get a little rabbit skin
To wrap her baby bunting in
Bye, baby bunting
Mommy's gone hunting
To get a little lambie skin
To wrap her baby bunting in
Bye, baby bunting
Mommy's gone a hunting
A rosy wisp of cloud to win
To wrap her baby bunting in...
...Oh. What's this?"
He paused in his singing, his hooves scraping the cold ground as he stopped. A breeze swept around his ankles, playing with his fetlocks and swirling up to toss his mane. The lyrics of his song seemed to hang in the air as he pondered at what was before him. He didn't know where he had gotten the lyrics, or why the song was often in his brain when he wandered off on his own. Usually he wasn't one for singing, not around others at least. But as he looked down at the squealing creature in front of him, the words sank into his heart.
He bent slowly to help the rabbit that cowered before him, all the while wondering what he was doing. It wasn't like him to care, and he found himself looking around to make sure there were no witnesses as he stooped to free the tiny creature's leg from a treacherous tree root. Usually, he might have done darker things to it. Take a little blood, let it go on its way. It would be an easy task to accomplish while it was trapped. But this seemed like...cheating.
His ears turned back against his head and he snorted at himself, the wind pushing his mane into his face as he looked down at the creature. His father was rubbing off on him. Life wasn't fair...why should he be? All that he rebelled against was pointless if he set this thing free. But he'd still never be as good as his father wanted him to be. Like he was perfect. No one was perfect. Least of all Téo...least of all his family. Most of them would have devoured the rabbit, some of them would expect him to do the same. Some would have taken a little and set the rabbit free, some would expect him to release it.
Despite his mixed thoughts, he removed the leg from its prison, sending the rabbit hopping along again. A pang of desire leapt in his heart at the thought of the rabbit's lively blood on his tongue. For a moment he was seeing red, red blood all around him and he felt a craving for its flowing embrace...but he shook it off. He'd find it again later when the desire became burning hot, until he couldn't control it anymore. He knew it would happen soon. And then it would only be a matter of controlling himself...
"Bye, baby bunting
Mommy's gone hunting
To get a little rabbit skin
To wrap her baby bunting in..."
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 7:47 pm
Prompt Response
Username: Baby Pandah
Prompt Number: 1
Your response:
"Don't be afraid Mattéo...our family is different. It is even scary to some, but it does not have to be that way for us. We are each special in our own way, and we each bring a beauty to this world even though we are odd. You are special Mattéo," Belle said, motherly guidance glistening in her eyes. She had said things like it before. As a younger foal he had gazed up at her, his red eyes wide and his mouth forming an open and fascinated circle...but now he just shrugged, trying not to appear nervous, trying to be strong. But she knew him better than that, and he gave an exasperated sigh as he felt her eyes staring right through his careless facade.
His shoulders fell a little and he sulked, giving it up for a while. "Mom...I don't want to be special. I don't fit in with anyone..." Maybe it was that he fit in with everyone. He didn't know. The pouty adolescent in him was so confused that he could hardly even define the word special. But he knew his family was different. He knew that most others thought of them as evil, or scary. Would he think that of them?
That was what he was worried about. That was why he was nervous. Perhaps he wasn't special enough and he would think they were terrifying. Or maybe he would be too special and he'd scare them. Something told him it would be hard to frighten his family, especially his grandmother...but what if they didn't approve of him? What if he was not fit for the world in Jessamine's eyes? In a way, he was already unfit in his father's eyes...He stared down at his hooves, his face buried in his mane so that his mother could not see the wheels turning in his mind. He could feel her eyes upon him, could feel her wanting to explain more to him. But he was sure she couldn't understand what he meant. So, returning to his normal self he put on a grin and winked at his mother.
"Let's go meet the crazies," he joked.
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 8:29 pm
Prompt Response
Username: Akuma_Kessaku
Prompt Number: Prompt 1: Most of the family on your mother's side is messed up in one way or another, many are bloodthirsty and prone to various levels of violence involving their array of weaponry, most are somewhat twisted. Your mother has told you about your family and is now taking you to meet her mother, your grandmother, Jessamine, for the first time. How do you react? Can you relate to your family’s eccentricities, can you accept them? Are you afraid? Feel free to involve Belle in this response; just try to stay true to her personality.
Your response:
Faust peeked out of the family den as the sun slipped below the surface of the earth and the light left the sky. Yes, he too had photosensitive eyes, but not nearly to the extent of his mother, so being cooped in a cave all day made him antsy for fresh air. Today was different though; he dreaded the setting sun and wished only for a few more hours of the burning sunlight.
“Faust, Are you almost ready,” Jezabelle asked while gathering Desdemona and Claudette together for their upcoming adventure.
The four of them were to travel to an old family home, the only known place Jessamine commonly revisits; a dirt den burrowed into the roots of a giant tree. It was the setting for many stories he had heard from his mother, some were better than others. Most displayed the obsessively affectionate side of his grandmother, but there are whispers among the soquili of the kawani lands. Jessamine was capable of many things, and she seemed to be a ticking time bomb.
“Faust, Sweetheart, we’re all ready to go… What are you waiting for?” Belle walked over to her son and nuzzled his mane, “What’s wrong”
Meeting his mother’s eyes, “I feel… Anxious about this meeting” He began, “I have heard so many rumors, and we are meeting her at a place she kept you; against your will some say.” Shuffling on his hooves from right to left and back again he sighed, “What if she doesn’t like us? What if she tries to keep you and chase us off? What if she does like us and tries to keep us all…”
Jezabelle brushed against his cheek, resting her nose on his, “Faust, Your grandmother will love you no matter what. And I promise, I promise you that no matter what happens during our visit I will keep you safe.” She kissed his forehead and looked into his eyes, “Everything will be okay.”
Faust smiled and took in the warmth of his mother’s smile, “Okay, I am ready.”
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 8:50 pm
Prompt Response
Username: Cricket2008
Prompt Number: 1
Your response:
Walking beside his mother, Zaire wasn't ready to give up trying to change his mother's mind. "I don't think this is a good idea," he suggested. "Maybe we should wait until I'm older." Glancing at his mother, Zaire wondered if his continued protesting of their visit to his grandmother was getting anywhere, or if she was just getting irritated. "What if she's... eating... when we get there?" The image that popped into his head at his own suggestion made him feel a bit queasy. "What if I faint?"
"My side of the family may not be what you'd pick if you could choose your relatives", she said, patience from having said these things before in her voice. "They know that not all of my children have inherited the family trait."
Belle's stories about her family fascinating Zaire, but they were easier to listen to if he could pretend they were just stories. Having to actually meet someone with more bloodlust than his mother was a little scarey.
"My family won't dislike you because you aren't like them," his mother added. "And you never know, there may be a time when you may need to call on them for help."
Zaire hung his head in resignation and continued walking. He knew his parents thought the family bloodlust might still arise their childen as they got older. This must be their way of preparing them for what might come.
"Zaire, pull your head up and walk proud," Belle admonished. "No need to look like a mule when you meet my mother."
Pulling his head and steeling himself for what was to come, he replied "Yes, Mother."
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 9:27 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 9:43 pm
One Ticket Please:
Username: musicaloner7
Basket Name: James
Temper: Conniving
Personality: So far, I see him as being a very calculating type of child. There will be a sort of... charm, and charisma to him, but it will certainly be of the more contorted variety. Though he may be 'smiling', it's not always in a pleasant way as it may be perceived, giving him a sort of two-faced sort of demeanor, if you will. In his mind, he might be already judging and criticizing you, while his tone and voice will hold a gentle smoothness to it. Like mother, he quite enjoys blood, and to hunt small game. His mother is someone he idolizes a little, and even likes to bring her hunted critters as presents. He will be graceful, and elegant like her, poised and refined.... though a darker side will reveal itself should he see fit; such as when something he holds quite precious is being threatened. He'll be a rather possessive colt too, whether it be with others, or things, he doesn't particularly like when others try and monopolize them, or inflict injury upon them.
Other: thanks for the chance at a basket~
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 10:24 pm
Plot Ideas
Username: musicaloner7
Plot Ideas: not very good at these, but let's give it a go!
1. I'd like for him to meet some fellow classy gents that he can engage with, and perhaps make friendships with. Maybe a little gang of pals, if you will!
2. I think it'd be cool if he could meet more family on his mom's side, and grow bonds with them.
3. I'd like for him to grow a close bond with a friend, and become very possessive over them, to the point of it either being undesired by said friend, or something that's accepted.
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 1:18 am
Prompt Response
Username: -[The Spoof]-
Prompt Number: 1
Your response:
Pascal trotted eagerly behind his mother as they traveled towards the lands of her family. He loved his father dearly, but there was always the fear that today would be the day that he found out about that day in the woods. It wasn't that Pascal was lying to his father, he just hadn't told him about the incident yet...he need to wait for the right time.
For the moment however, Belle had decided it was time for her children to meet the less stable side of the family. Whether this was because two of her three children had exhibited tendencies inherited from their kalona blood, Pascal didn't know. He was simply excited to meet all of his aunts and uncles. Stories of his grandmother on the other hand, had him a little nervous underneath all of the excitement. Belle had not had a good relationship with her mother early in life, and though Jessamine had been working on making amends to all of her children, old wounds were slow to heal.
"Hurry up Pascal, you'll fall behind." his mother called.
He shook his head and picked up the pace again, truly excited to meet his extended family.
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 1:23 am
Prompt Response
Username: -[The Spoof]-
Prompt Number: 2
Your response:
He watched the animal struggle for a moment before making up his mind. The rabbit cowered as he approached but once it was freed from the trap it wasted no time as it bolted off into the woods. The smell of blood made his mouth water, but he shook it away. Not only would his father disapprove, so would his mother. Laertes still new nothing of his son's carnivorous inclinations and Pascal had decided he wanted to keep it from him. His father's esteem was worth too much to him, and he truly didn't require the red liquid to function unlike his sister and mother. It was more...a treat, along the same lines as a sweet apple.
Speaking of apples...he wondered if the apple tree a little ways away from here had dropped anymore fruit today...
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 1:55 am
Prompt Response
Username: -[The Spoof]-
Prompt Number: 3
Your response:
((I feel that this situation illustrates how he interacts with his family and how both sides of it create something of a conflict within him in this important snapshot of his childhood.))
Pascal was bored. It was actually quite rare for this to be so, as he was usually so easily distracted, but today seemed to be the exception. His mother was off somewhere, doing something and so was his father. Pascal was sure they had told him at some point where they were both going but he couldn't be bothered to listen at the time. Now he kind of wished he had, if only so he would have something to do. It was odd that neither of his siblings were around either, but he figured they were off together doing...girly things, maybe.
No ideas were forthcoming, so he decided to just start walking. It was better than just standing there, staring into space anyway. As he walked, he wondered about his mother. It was no secret in the family that she had certain cravings, and it was equally common knowledge that at least one of his sisters shared a similar affliction. He felt bad thinking of it that way, 'afflicted', but his father was deeply disapproving of (nearly) half of the small family's eating habits and though he tried not to project it onto the other foals, Pascal had picked up on his disdain.
He wandered a while longer, stopping to examine a few flowers that caught his eye, and at one point tried to play tag with a (rather uncooperative) butterfly, but eventually he found himself further away from his home than he had meant to go. Mother and Father tended to get angry when he wandered off, but he didn't see what the big deal was...with a start, he stopped just shy of colliding with his mother.
"Oh, hello there mother..." he started sheepishly once he was over wondering how he could have missed walking right up to her.
For some reason, she would not look at him. There was a peculiar smell in the air; it smelled good whatever it was. A movement drew his eye as he spotted his sister shifting uncomfortably next to his mother. Her muzzle was stained red around the edges. With a sudden clarity, he realized what he'd walked in on. Curious, despite his vague sense of alarm, he moved around his mother who was still not speaking. In front of her was a deer that was only just beginning to stop bleeding from the small, careful wound that she had inflicted on it. Pascal's eyes latched onto the sluggishly bleeding wound and something in him whispered that it would be okay to just...taste. Mother seemed to like it, as well as Odette. What could the harm be?
Before he knew it he was in front of the wounded animal, his mother and sister oddly silent as the observed. Belle wouldn't stop her son from what he was doing unless he began to do harm to the deer, because of who she was and the genes she knew she'd passed to at least one of her children, she knew that if this was what he needed then there wasn't anything she could do about it.
"Mother...may I?" he asked, belatedly remembering his manners.
"...yes." she replied quietly.
As if in a trance, he leaned his head down and lapped gently at the blood pooling sluggishly in the wound, and an explosion of copper and something...more spread across his tongue. He couldn't quite explain it, but the flavor satisfied some craving within him that he hadn't even been aware of.
Weary of taking anymore of his mother and sister's meal, he backed off and waited while they finished up. As Belle led her children away from the slowly recovering animal, Pascal was assaulted by conflicting feelings. Primarily, was fear at what his father would think.
"Don't tell father..." he whispered.
His mother only looked at him sadly, before nodding. The taste of blood was still on his tongue, and he felt a craving to taste more of it. He'd always been something of a momma's boy, but he leaned into Belle's side in a silent request for comfort. His sister had been quiet for the most part through the whole ordeal but she brushed his shoulder gently as if to say 'It'll be okay'. He smiled a little, glad that he had both of their support. If only he was as sure of his father's.
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 2:16 am
Prompt Response
Username: -[The Spoof]-
Prompt Number: 4
Your response:
((This takes place after prompt 1 and 3...okay, it takes place after all the other prompts. Pascal is a 'teenager'/'foal'/'young adult'. I would say the equivalent in an actual horse would be called a yearling. Also, I tried to convey that he is still conflicted about telling his father about the scene from prompt 3. I figured that he can have a bit of Vincent hero worship, having only met him once and only briefly while Vincent tried to instill family loyalty into his great-grandson. xD So, I guess I took the 'name' part of this prompt and threw it at 'Sinclair' instead of 'Pascal'. Oh well.))
Pascal knew his father placed a great deal of importance in names. It made him wonder how he would feel if his only son decided to take on the name Sinclair. Laertes still new nothing of his son's kalona cravings, and Pascal was still wary of telling him. He'd done some experimenting and found that he did not need the blood for sustenance, unlike his mother and sister, but it was still a treat to the part kalona.
Vincent...he'd met him only once. The impression he'd left on the young soquili's mind had lingered however. When Belle had taken her children to visit her side of the family last year, he'd met more of his extended family than he'd been aware were alive. One thing that had stuck with him was that none of them had been ashamed to be who and what they were and according to Vincent that was what it meant to be a Sinclair. That, and take care of your family or die trying. All were sentiments that Pascal could support.
Yet, he hesitated. How would his father react? If he took on the name of his mother's family's unrepentant kalona herd...He deliberated for a while, staring into space. A fly flew past his nose and he sneezed, which just so happened to be right in front of a dandelion that had gone to seed. As the seeds flew in all directions, Pascal found himself staring at it floating away and found his attention floating away with it.
Pascal Sinclair. He decided he liked the sound of that as he stared now into the sky. It sounded like someone who knew what they wanted and weren't afraid to tell other people. Pascal certainly wished he could get up the courage to tell Laertes about himself. Maybe if he just called himself a Sinclair in his head that would be enough, for now.
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 3:16 am
One Ticket Please:
Username: Syaoran-Puu
Basket Name: Bellamy
Meaning: b(e)-lla-my as a boy's name is of Old French origin, and the meaning of Bellamy is "handsome friend". English actor Ralph Bellamy.
Temper: Charming
Personality: On the outside he appears to be a 'normal' and fun loving soquili, a charmer who enjoys flirting and charming the ladies... but sometimes he has deep dark thoughts that would likely disturb even his own mother. In his head he can plot a thousand different ways to kill the person he is talking to, and a thousand more ways of disposing their body... all of which are not what you would call the 'convention'. He is rather intellectual and this actually hinders him since he allows him to come up with even more imaginative ways to kill someone.
Quirks: When he is particularly close to indulging his urges he has a tendency to lick his lips. He is afraid of bees. Likes to dunk his head under the water to clear his head... each time testing his limits and seeing just how close to death he can come.
Other: Oh wow! What a stunning basket! =D Congrats to you both and to the winner of the raffle *nodnod*
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