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 Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 7:09 pm
Prompt:
You emerge from your basket to find yourself alone in the world. Your parents have apparently been slain by outside forces (whether by kalona or skinwalker), and you somehow managed to survive unscathed from the attack.
How do you feel? How do you react to such a traumatic event? What are your plans for the future, having no one to guide you, all on your own?
Response:
Darkness. There was only darkness inside the basket. The foal within had come to expect this aspect of his world, this constant that seemed eternal and rested in the security that routine brought. It was a comforting thing, shielding him from what horrors may lay beyond the woven force field that was his home. The darkness felt different today, oppressive and twisted, a dark preview to the life he would lead. It became stifling and the foal began panting. Something had changed, but what the foal couldn't imagine. Somehow the basket no longer felt secure, as though some external force had ripped from him something that had protected him.
He fidgeted and began pushing his nose against the lid of the basket; he had to get out! The light that filtered in through the crack of space he made by pushing the lid up blinded him and he was assaulted with a thousand scents he'd never imagined before. He sputtered and fell back within the basket, allowing the lid to close once more. Regaining his breath he threw all of his force into opening the lid and tumbling out. He blinked against the light and sputtered again. There was something overwhelming in the air, a scent that repulsed the foal.
Still blinded from the bright noon sun, the foal couldn't see what was around him but something sent his hair standing on end. Something was definitely wrong. Where were his parents? He struggled to get to his feet, allowing his eyes to adjust. His world was blurry, but it was coming into focus with every second. He called out to his parents, but something told him they weren't going to be answering his call.
The smell still nauseated him and as he looked around he realized there was a red substance in the grass. He bent and sniffed it and jumped back in alarm. It clicked in his head that this was blood and he began crying more frantically for his parents.
He calmed himself after a few moments, panting and staring through tears at his basket that had protected him so. He longed to crawl back inside and close the lid, crawl back into darkness and forget the knowledge that was seeping into his mind with each breath. His parents were dead, claimed by some unknown horror and he was left alone and nameless. He took a breath, glaring down at a mark he noticed in the dirt.
"You can not be hard to find," he muttered to the unknown assailant's hoof print. "And someday I will find you, and you will learn to fear my name." He paused and thought for a moment. He needed a name. A strong name, never to be forgotten! "You will fear Vidar," he said finally, stomping the ground next to the villain's hoof print.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 7:22 pm
Gender - Female
Name - Undecided
{{Edit: If I happen to win this and another event, I'll take the basket over the other event prize. X3}}
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The gray streaked basket wobbled and bounced slightly before a dark hoof punched its way through the side of the fragile wicker. The hoof withdrew only to push through in another spot. Soon, the basket was in ruins, scattered among the roots of the tree it had been hidden within. The young foal blinked about dazedly in the late afternoon light, small ears flicking as she gained her bearings. But there were no sounds of birds or the movement of small animals in the grass around her.
"Mamma? Pappa?" The foal called as she climbed unsteadily to her feet. When no answer was given, she sniffled and turned a quick circle, nearly tripping upon her own feet in her hurry. Empty. For as far as her young eyes could see, there was not another soul in sight. But the ground beyond her shattered basket was trampled and splattered with blood. Ears drooping slightly, the foal quivered and made her way towards one of the larger pools of blood. It was already drying, losing the shine it must have had when it was first shed.
Blinking rapidly, she recoiled at the metallic scent before giving a cry as her hoof slipped in one of the puddles, her slight body falling to the ground, her gray-white coat becoming smeared with a startling contrast of red. Tears pricked at her eyes only to be shaken away with a snort. Her moment of shock and fear was quickly squelched and a determined look fell upon her face. She would find out what happened and seek revenge for her apparently slain parents, or at least find them if they were still alive.
Picking herself back up, she carefully stepped around the largest of puddles until she was beyond the scene of carnage. Lifting her head high and studying the area, eyes narrowing slightly. Her first stop would be the closest spring to wash her coat clean. Revenge could wait until afterwards.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 7:25 pm
Soquili Inkume CuterThanYou Please respond as best you can to the prompt. You can godmod the creatures that killed the parents, or even the parents themselves, but only while the foal is still encased in the basket. ( aka, foal cannot see either parents nor attacker).
Does this mean that when the foal emerges from the basket no one can be around? In other words.. there can't be any other Soquili meandering through the area when the foal emerges.. and.. uhm.. the parents bodies can't be laying on the ground or anything?
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Sorry had to edit.. hit submit instead of preview..
Oh and also, Is it ok to put on our story posts that we prefer that over the raffle? Or will the entry be disregarded if the raffle is drawn first anyway?
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 7:41 pm
Basket's Name & Gender: Kept anonymous as it's done in first person >.>
"Precious little one," I heard a muffled voice. Rustling joined, as the molted light of my basket was covered over by another. Something was blocking that already preciously limited view. I moved a cramped limb, ready to be out of these restricted quarters, only to have my hardened hoof strike a tightly woven edge. "No, no…" the voice was getting more silent with each breathe."Stay there, and stay hidden until the danger is passed. We will protect you."
But I didn't want to stay, I wanted to protest, but there was no room even for that little bit of movement. I knew she was my Mother, my guardian. There was a gruff voice that answered to her airy one, and I knew that it belonged to my Father, my protector. They were both agitated, and maybe it was that alone that made up my mind – stay put. I froze and strained my hearing as best I could to get a glimpse of what was happening. Time passed.
There was a new sound. It was garbled and followed the heavy sound of falling. I cringed deeper, as if I could become smaller in my crowded home. And then, there was dragging. I knew that sound. Usually it was accompanied by the pure glee as Father pushed me around and that feeling of movement was exhilarating. This time, that sound brought pure panic and fear. An aroma permeated my now-comforting darkness. It smelled…Evil. I had never known such a thing in my limited memory, and shivered in my tight abode, hoping that the slight movement would not alert the monster – for it could be no other – to my hiding place.
The Evil was followed by something else, and I would have cried if I knew how. It was the scent of Mother and Father, but in a completely new fashion. Another joined, and this one tickled my nose as it was like my Parents but different. My body froze, for I knew that the new fragrance meant that only the worst thing could have happened. I did not want to think of anything. Instead, I forced my mind to Mother's voice and Father's protective shadow. As long as they were there, I would be okay. I would always have someone to watch over me; and I could watch over them when they became too old to do so themselves. My body soon gave in to the exhaustion.
My dreams were as black as my enclosure, and as sound and scent-filled as my waking moments. Mother was there, telling me how I was such a brave foal. Father spoke of what a great soquili I would be one day. Another voice, like Mother's but younger, said how proud I would make the family. There was one more, but I knew it was the Evil – because it said it was going to get me, it was just a matter of time.
I woke to silence and darkness. The darkness never changed, but the silence was new. Never before could I hear my own breathing so loudly. Maybe the Evil would find him, and then… then…
I was not about to lay down and cease existence – to wait for my inevitable end. My legs twitched, it was time to go. I rolled over, or at least tried. It was just enough to move a hoof in position. Push, roll, shrug, spring, pull. My home was becoming smaller and smaller, and my efforts were renewed. I swore I could hear a laugh in my mind, taunting and teasing.
One final lunge and…I was free. But there was still darkness. I lifted my head for the first time, and out of a pile of freshly laid leaves. My nostrils flared to their max as I took my first breath. I blinked, and stared out at the night. I knew it was night, for Mother told me about it once. The dots of lights were stars, and the large round light was the moon.
Instinct took over, and I struggled to untangle my unmanageable legs. One leg, two leg. Pause. Three and four. I… I was standing! A sound vibrated in my throat – a nicker or laugh of some sort. At that point, I heard a rustle. Jumping, I turned, and stopped in fright, sadness, and determination.
I knew, deep down, that no one should enter this world to the sight I stood to at that moment. I bowed my head, knowing that they were gone. All three were bloodied and almost beyond any recognition. But I knew their scents; I knew that the silver fur that winked in the moonlight once belonged to Mother. I knew that the darker and striped tuft that waved in the wind once was a part of Father. Perhaps worst of all, the destroyed and bloodied basket that now rested in a patted-down expanse of grass was all that remained of a sister I only knew in a dream. The trail of her blood led away, into the gloom of the light-starved trees.
Despair wracked my body, and a cruel sound echoed through the blood-stained clearing. I knew the sound was my own voice, and my heart was weeping in pain. My parents and sister were gone. Mother would not guard me, Father would not protect me, and my sister would never stand by my side. I was alone now, and in that moment I made a decision. I would do everything in my power to keep another from feeling this anguish.
I turned away from the aching torture of my family's remains. There was no going back now: my Destiny promised to All with my very Soul.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 7:52 pm
Foal's Name: Len (Flute)
Gender (for the prompt): Male
Temper (if needed?): Guilt-ridden The silence resounded eeriely, encompassing everything sensation, every thought. He lay there, eyes wide and searching, though all that surrounded him was the familiar warmth and comfort of the darkness in his wicker basket he had lived in for the past few weeks. Soft, ears, clung desperately to the back of his head and neck, a vain attempt to stifle the remembered horrid sounds that had come from outside.
He didn’t want to leave this place, this safe warm, dark place. It was good to stay inside, smart to stay inside, he didn’t need to leave, not ever.
But it was not as if he could stay. He was almost out of the little food that had been left for him in here. He knew from previous experience that no food was no good. So the only smart decision would be to leave here, to forego the saftey of this dark place and emerge…and face the world that had become so terrifying so quickly.
It took him what seemed like forever, he hadn’t known how to get out of it in the first place and it had taken many attempts before he found a method that seemed to work. Finally, he managed to escape the confines of the wicker haven and into the deepening colors of twilight. Tumbling out onto the dark ground with a woof as the wind was knocked out of him. He managed to skid to a halt and scramble to his feet, until abruptly one hoof slipped on something wet. He fell again with a loud squeak and came face to face with---
A mare.
He stopped breathing, eyes wide with shock and horror, staring at the lifeless face. He twisted his head around, a sick feeling in his belly. Dark liquid pooled under his back hoof, staining his fur and splattered over his hoof.
“Ah….ah….” He whimpered, scrambled to his feet and stumbling back a few steps and staring in utter horror at the scene unfolding around him. The mare lay before him, sightless eyes staring at him, emotionless. Dark liquid stained her side, pooling under her.
She had fallen in front of his wicker haven, shielding it from view. Had she….protected him? Had she prevented him from being seen from whatever had attacked them? A new emotion rose within him, a crushing, gut-wrenching sense of guilt sunk into his heart and bit down, settling itself into it’s new home. If she hadn’t protected him, she’d probably still be alive. If it hadn’t been for him, this one would still be moving.
Had she been the one who’d sung to him? Had she been the one to whisper to him tales of adventure? To promise to him all those things they would do once he emerged? Had...had she been the one to give him a name?
He edged forward, his small muzzle just touching hers. It was cold, not warm liked he’d imagined. It would never change either, she’d given up so much for him, for some little creature who she hadn’t ever seen.
“Sssoorrryy…” He moaned, twisting the word over his tongue, unused to even forming words. He only knew this one from the time his haven had been bumped into and a male voice had chuckled before rumbling that very word. He hoped it was some expression of remorse, of acknowledgement of what he had done and that he felt bad for it and wished he could change it. He whined again, retreating from her cold form.
He stumbled farther back, eyes widening with horror once more as he saw a stallion lying nearby, dark liquid splattering over his coat, staining his face. He swallowed, eyes darting over the fallen form. Had he stopped moving because he was protecting him too? Was the fact he wasn’t moving, wasn’t breathing, his fault too?
I….I have to get out of here! His bumbling backward gait quickened, and he stumbled again, falling. He cried out as he fell, landing solidly on his side.
Get out of here! I—I have to get out of here! Scrambling to his feet, he didn’t even bother to attempt to look back at the fallen. It was all his fault they weren’t moving anymore. His fault. His fault. Get away from them. Get away from everyone. Solve the problem. Don’t go near people. It won’t be my fault they’re not moving then. Get away. Get away. Get away!
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 8:07 pm
Name- Deacon
Gender- Colt
Deacon emerged from another rousing game of basket hockey by his parents. He scittered out dizzy as can be and cackled, boucing around. "Wow guys, that was great! I lost consiousness for a little." He looked around for his parents. "Maternal... Paternal? He didn't really want to turn around. But against his better judgment Deacon turned. He shrieked. "MATERNAL! PATERNAL! What am I going to do? What am I going to do?!" He ran in small circles for a while, his voice cracking more than it always did. His circles tightened as he paniced and soon he collided with his rear end. "Ah! There's dad bodies here!" He suddenly realized. Yes, they were his parents at one point, but now they were corpses.
He ran in a direction that he fancied but tripped over his mothers body. "Ewww, gross!" And his father's body slumped onto his head. Deacon struggled, his back legs moving at incredible speeds against the air. finally he mauvered himelf out and shrieked with a hard shiver. "This is disgusting!" His face contorted as he kicked his father who slumped abck over. "BACK FOUL DEMON!" It rolled over further and he shrieked and jumped over his mother's body, running away. He didn't look back as he ran into the forest.
He stopped and his neck did another spasm. He streched it out and his face contored severly. He looked over his shoulder to see if the demons had folowed him. They hand't so he turned all the way around and cackled. "I won! I won! I beat you foul creature from the black void!" He cackled some more and then bounced in a circle. the then stopped and he fell into a lake. It was so cold he shrieked and jumped right back out. He shook himself out a muttered incoherently. Guess now it was time to make a life for himself. He spasmed again.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 8:29 pm
Prompt You emerge from your basket to find yourself alone in the world. Your parents have apparently been slain by outside forces (whether by kalona or skinwalker), and you somehow managed to survive unscathed from the attack. How do you feel? How do you react to such a traumatic event? What are your plans for the future, having no one to guide you, all on your own? In the darkness, she could hear the sound of screaming. She didn't recognize it for what it was, for she had never heard it before, but she fidgeted within the relative safety of her basket, discomforted by the noises that colored the void. Scream. Silence. Then, a low, soft whimpering. It took her days to realize that the whimpering was her own. She was too young, too new to understand. She slept, and while she slept, vague recollections began to form. "Amira, you have to go... you have to get out of here. There's no saving the children if one of us doesn't leave. We've tried, darling, and you and I both know it..." The sound of a male voice, deep and strong, yet shaken with an unnamed fear. "We've already lost one of them." Her basket. Somehow, she knew it was hers. As she lay cocooned within it, she dozed off. She'd awaken, startled out of her sleep by the crack of a branch crushed under a heavy hoof. "But Sion... I can't leave you. I can't! Don't ask me to leave!" The young mare whickered, entreating her lifemate to not press the issue. "If we die... I want it to be together. I'll hide the baskets, and then... -"The sentence would remain unfinished forever, as right at that very moment, violence exploded on the scene. That was when the screams came. The screams which now haunted the infant foal's rest. They were terrible, those cries... cries which split the night like a knife tearing through silk. She lay shivering, whimpering, not knowing why she feared, and unable to escape the fear. That shrill, almost desperate sound, as though its originator had been clinging to life even as it was shorn from it... She would never forget it. As she emerged from her basket, she saw the end of a furry tail retreating into the darkness. A Skinwalker. She didn't know it for what it was, but it kept her quiet, kept her silent. She stepped out of the brush, her movements awkward and unsure. There was red. A lot of red. And a stench that she couldn't place. Red and white, with so many colors... all of them wrong! She let out a shrill whinny, and that sound startled her from her thoughts. It was too much like... too much like that. Fear paralyzed her for a moment, and she stood completely still. Perfectly still. As she looked around, she could see two bodies stretched out on the grass. They were not recognizable as creatures that had once been equine. Then, when she looked more closely, she found two smaller scenes of carnage. Her parents, her siblings. She was alone. The metallic tang of blood filled the air, mixed with the sweat that drenched her small, baby frame. She smelled of terror, pure and simple. And this... was worse. Far worse. Confusion blended with the fear, creating a mixture that sent indecision sweeping through her. What would she do now? Where would she go? There was nothing for her here, and even her limited understanding could grasp that. Putting the scene, the sight firmly into her memory, she turned, and began to run. She didn't run blindly, though. She ran away from the scent of that creature, the one who'd murdered her family. She ran until she was weak with hunger and exhaustion, and then she stopped to drink, and to chew on the grass. It didn't provide the nourishment that she needed, but there was no substitute that would. Mother's milk was hard to come by, and she didn't know that that was what she needed. That is... until she came across a doe feeding her young fawns. A warm, delicious scent hit her nostrils, and she made a soft whimper. Her belly growled. Through some miracle, the doe recognized her for what she was. A young, helpless creature in need of care. The hunger had almost overtaken her when she felt the touch of a soft, velvety nose. She looked up to see a pair of kindly brown eyes, and relief made her weak. "Mama?" She asked, not knowing what else to say. Somehow, the creature knew exactly what to do, and within minutes, she was curled up between the fawns, dozing in warmth again, but this time, her sleep was not broken up by screaming. Before her consciousness drifted completely, she promised herself that one day she would return to the site of her family's slaying. And, if she was strong enough, she would put an end to the demon who had killed them. Once and for all. There would be no more screams.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 8:38 pm
You emerge from your basket to find yourself alone in the world. Your parents have apparently been slain by outside forces (whether by kalona or skinwalker), and you somehow managed to survive unscathed from the attack.
How do you feel? How do you react to such a traumatic event? What are your plans for the future, having no one to guide you, all on your own?
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It was dark and cramped, but the foal didn't mind too much. She knew she was safe in this dark cramped space. Nothing could hurt her while she was in this small area.
And there was a lot that could hurt her outside of her safe place. The foal shuddered as she remembered the horrible screams that had sounded outside not so long ago. The worst part had been recognizing the two screamers as the voices that had murmured loving things to her through the wicker of her basket for so long. And at that, their voices had been far from recognizeable when they were finally silenced.
She had no idea what it was that could have so brutally killed the loving presences that had hovered over her for as long as she could remember. It had spoken though, had taunted her parents and had made them scream so shrilly that the foal had tried her best to cover her ears in the space she had. The whole thing had seemed to last forever, and when all the noise had stopped, the foal had thought she was deaf, before the other voice's movement reached her twitching little ears.
She'd stayed very still at that, hoping that the voice wouldn't come for her, wouldn't make her scream like her guardians had. It had been many long, tense moments before she could even bring herself to relax.
The foal finally had relaxed, though her efforts were hindered by the strange scents permeating the area. One, a coppery tangy smell, was so pervasive that the foal wished she had no nose. It was all around her and she couldn't escape it. But as bad as the coppery scent was, there was another underneath it, and it was that smell that gave the foal nightmares. It was a moldy, rotten smell, and try as she might, the foal couldn't ignore it.
She'd no wish at all to find out what was outside her safe little basket, but her sanctuary had become just that - little. Too small for her. The foal had no choice but to leave the only safety she had ever known and face whatever had happened just beyond the wicker walls that surrounded her.
Lifting the lid up just enough to stick her nose out was easier than she'd thought. It was really quite light. But the foal had little time for reflection as the smells which had been diluted within her basket assaulted her nose at full strength. Her first impression of the world beyond the basket was of foulness. But just as she was about to withdraw back into the guaranteed safety she knew, a breeze carried the fresh scent of growing things to her. Curious of this new, kindly scent, the foal poked her head out of the basket.
She blinked, as her eyes slowly adjusted to the bright world for the first time, and looked around. Dark shapes in the distance formed themselves into trees, and large rocks around and behind her. Squarely in front of her...
The foal swallowed. Right in front of her were the remains of two Soquili. The smaller one was under the larger one, and they seemed to have fallen away from something. The smaller and more delicate had fallen in such a way that the foal couldn't see much beyond it - hiding the basket from the rest of the world.
Gingerly the foal stood, testing out legs that weren't completely steady, and not just because they had never been used before. Now it was easy for her to see that the horrible smells came from the two bodies lying in front of her basket and she bent her head in mourning. She knew they had died protecting her, and was amazed that she had been so hidden from whatever had attacked them. For several long minutes the foal simply stood there, staring at her parents' bodies, unable to think.
From the time the strange voice had come, she had felt alone and abandoned, and now that she didn't even have the safety of her too-small basket the foal felt very very afraid. There was something horribly compelling about the sight of the half-rotted bodies lying on the ground before her, the soil beneath them still stained and clouds of flies feasting on their remains. It was a terrible thing to see, and yet the foal couldn't look away.
They were my parents, she wanted to cry. She wanted to yell and shout and scream, but couldn't seem to make even a whimper come out. She was all alone and nothing could change that. The foal knew that she should leave this place where something so terrible had happened, but somehow the corpses of her parents had a hold on her heart that she couldn't ignore.
The foal gingerly walked over to a sunlit patch of grass that hadn't been stained by the violence that had happened and curled up, eyes never leaving the broken and desecrated bodies of her parents.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 8:44 pm
Prompt: You emerge from your basket to find yourself alone in the world. Your parents have apparently been slain by outside forces (whether by kalona or skinwalker), and you somehow managed to survive unscathed from the attack.
How do you feel? How do you react to such a traumatic event? What are your plans for the future, having no one to guide you, all on your own?
Name: Vulcan
Gender: Male
Temper: Morose
RP Response
Alone...
When my eyes first opened, I saw first darkness, and then slowly they adjusted to the dim colored world that would soon welcome my first step. I stumble and struggle as my weakened, but steadily growing in strength, legs broke free of the cage that contained me--my mind supplied no information, I was still too new. I starved for food, but could not find anything suitable; the thing on the ground, it pierced my tongue; my teeth, not yet sharpened enough to tear through it, ached at the tugging I had just done. Finally, I ignore my hunger best I can, since I soon learn I have no mother, nor even father. Where were my parents?
Still ignoring my hunger, I wobbled and stumbled my way around, confused and wondering why I could not see very well, and then ran across a creature that made me shiver. I knew it was not like me, this thing that watched me without blinking. I froze where I stood, staring at this creature. It looked to be the same size as me, because I could stare straight into its eyes! It was creating a sound unlike that I had ever heard before, even within my basket. Slowly, I backed away, instincts screaming at me to run...
Run...
Flee...
...Survive!
With renewed strength, I turned and burst forth, adrenalin pumping harshly through my blood as it pounded in my ears, and yet somehow I could still hear the creature as it chased me... As I ran, I knew I was slowing down, my breath shortening, and then...
...It vanished!
...No, I did! The earth had fallen away from my feet, and all I knew was that I no longer had firm ground to fall under, and somehow was entering my doom. As the darkness grew wider and wider, I suddenly went headlong into something that felt hard but not hard, and it swished and turned and twirled around me, swallowing me gently as I sank...
What could this be? I pondered, and then found myself without breath! I could not really hear anything either, and panicked.
As energy reemerged, I found myself kicking violently before I broke away from the second cage that careened about me, and gasped as breath returned. As I did so, something crashed into me pushing me until I landed against firm ground once more. I found myself somehow standing as I looked up, seeing something odd hanging in the sky (how I knew it was the sky remains unknown...), giving me a chance to see (dimly) around me.
Collapsing, I panted and panted, tired, sore, exhausted... It occurred to me I was hungry, and then later it occurred that I still hadn't found my parents... Where were they? Where was I? Exhaustion finally settled within my sore body, and as my eyes drifted shut, the last thing I questioned was...
...Who am I?
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 9:14 pm
Prompt: You emerge from your basket to find yourself alone in the world. Your parents have apparently been slain by outside forces (whether by kalona or skinwalker), and you somehow managed to survive unscathed from the attack. How do you feel? How do you react to such a traumatic event? What are your plans for the future, having no one to guide you, all on your own? RP ResponseThrown into the chaos without knowledge or guide The basket have been the shelter I always have known for as long as I remembered, warmth and security is all I needed at the moment. When the sunlight streams through small holes in the basket, it woke me up because its first time I ever seen something other than darkness. There is no voices outside, no sounds at all and I summon up my courage to emerge from the basket to welcome the world. I used my head to push the top off but after I got the top off, I was so exhausted so I curled up to nap for while. The warmth I felt inside the basket was chased away by something very cold and I don't like the feeling at all. Peeking over the edge of the basket, I see so many things out there that is not familiar to me and that scares me. I know I have to leave the security of the basket because it is getting too small for me to curl up in. I took one wobbly step out of the basket but the prickly feeling of the green thing on the ground startled me, causing me to stumble backward and both of the basket and I landed on the ground. My wide eyes frantically looked around for something that is familiar to me beside the overturned basket but I couldn't find anything that is familiar and safe. I sat on my rump while my chest felt like it was going to explode and I felt the tears welling up in my eyes due to the frustration. The hunger made itself known to me by making my stomach growl so I had to find something to eat.. fast. I crossed the grass out because it felt so prickly against my hooves and I am afraid to try because I don't want to hurt myself. The sounds of hoof steps alerted me and the 'fight and flight' instinct took over my body because I don't know who or what it is. I ran to the nearby bushes and hid out among the poking sticks, watching one large thing moving around and smelling my old basket out. He smells so horrible and I have this scary feeling creeping into my heart. I am so confused about everything but I do know this for sure... that creature is not nice and I need to run. My legs feels really wobbly and my heart is beating so hard against my chest, I feel really wet around my face and I don't know what it is. I watched the creature in silent horror as it looked around for something, I could see the pointy things in his mouth which makes me feel even more scared. I cowered in the bushes and the cry rises up in my throat but I didn't let it escape. The creature finally left and I finally could relax.. at least for now. The small round things around me smells so good... I am going to try some of them. I nibbled on some of them and it tastes so delicious so I decided to eat until I couldn't eat anymore. After my feast, I realized that I ate all of the small rounded things and I felt so guilty because what if there is others like me that is hungry too. My ears pins back against my head as I pouts slightly while wallowing in guilt about that. The horrible smell is still there and the feeling of dread is still there so it is not safe for me to stay around. I am not sure where to go as I look around at the place helplessly. As I walk through the place with many large things coming from the ground, I hear the voices so I hid behind one large thingy because I was afraid. I saw a foal that is like me but....she have two big soquilis with her. "Mama!! Daddy!!" The filly cried out happily as they ran around laughing. "Mama?" I mouthed the word because that word is so strange to me. The feeling of pain, envy and hunger for love made my chest tightens up and my eyes got blurry. I stood there, watching them and listening to their voices while wondering if I have 'mama' and 'daddy', whatever they means out there that will do the same thing that they are doing right now. A wistful smile appears on my muzzle as I moved off in different direction, determined to find a 'mama' and 'daddy' to call my own. I have so many questions that needs to be answered before I could be happy like that girl I saw behind me.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 10:01 pm
Name: Amett
Gender: Male
RP Prompt: You emerge from your basket to find yourself alone in the world. Your parents have apparently been slain by outside forces (whether by kalona or skinwalker), and you somehow managed to survive unscathed from the attack.
How do you feel? How do you react to such a traumatic event? What are your plans for the future, having no one to guide you, all on your own?
The young foal looked about. This wasn't how he thought about the day he would emerge from his safe and comfortable basket. No in fact he thought there would be more excitement more fanfare after all he was a prized foal was he not? He heard screams when he was still in the basket they were none the doubt for him were they not? Well then why was there no one around nothing in fact but a run down ragged looking hut he had found himself in.
"Hello?"
His voice echoed unanswered as he blinked a few times. His parents left him, that was the only explanation. Turning swiftly towards a shadowed corner. A large terrifying beast slowly moved in to view. Her sneer was blood chilling and her laughter even more so. Amett shivered as he watched her circle him. This couldn't be who was waiting for him could it? He listened to her rant and rave like a lunatic. She was talking about tasty morsels and snacks that his parents were delicious. He suddenly understood the screams, the reason he was alone. It was this...this hideous mare. The hate in his eyes became apparent as he watched her circle him once more.
"You...you will live to regret this...what you did to my parents"
He spat out. Just as quickly she lunged for him. She missed, the young foal had saw an chance and ran. Where he wasn't sure and how he would survive was another item he was unclear on however, revenge that he understood clearly as he looked back his eyes emotionless, he knew what had to happen. Once he was strong enough he would find her again and make her regret.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 10:02 pm
The first thing she remembered was the pain. Not her pain, not exactly. Physically, it was another’s pain, but inside she felt it. It bled into her, filled her ears with the sound of agony, hopelessness. It went on for a long time; longer than she thought possible. Time, in the dark space she hid on, seemed to go on forever, and the sound of pain never ceased. When at last it was gone, there was nothing. No sounds at all, only a deep, aching silence. Something was gone, that much she knew. Someone was gone. But she couldn’t quite remember who. The screaming, the pain, it had gone on so long, so terribly long. And she hadn’t made a sound. Terrified, she hadn’t made a sound, scarcely even breathing for fear of it. But there was something that had been there before the screaming. What had that been?
Oh yes…there was something, wasn’t there? Something different than the screaming, something good. There had been a soft voice once, a kind smile, a warm body that lay next to her in her dark space, singing softly as she dreamt of things to come. But that voice was gone now, silenced by the screams. She had thought, she had hoped that maybe when the sceams stopped the voice would return. So she waited for it. She waited, and waited, and waited. Waited past the time when she knew she was ready, past the time her legs itched and her nose strained and she longed to release herself from the small confines of her dark space. But she couldn’t go out. Not yet. That voice…it was still not hear, to tell her she was safe, to give her a name, a family, a home. And so still, she waited. But the voice never came. No matter how long she waited, it didn’t come.
And finally, when she could wait no longer, she stepped out of the small basket, into a world that bit at her eyes with it’s harsh light. No, she was not safe here, in this open place, where still, the smell of something vile and metallic remained. But neither was she safe in the basket, she had removed herself from it, and knew somehow, there was no going back anymore. Daintily, the nameless filly stepped farther out into this empty world, eyes greeted only with bones, and partially scavenged corpses. What were these things? These horrible atrocities that came to meet her? She couldn’t remember. Why were they hear? There was something, something at the back of her mind, that with every flicker of thought threatened to surface, and swallow her whole. Something so painful, she couldn’t remember. But she knew it was painful, that much she could not forget.
She found she couldn’t make a sound, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even cry. As if the pain was so immense, so deeply profound, that she had no voice to let it out. It could not be let out. Not a pain of this depth, this gravity. Nothing would release her from this. It was odd; like a ripping, tearing sensation, as she felt something inside of her break. Something shattered, exploding into a million tiny shards that imbedded themselves deeply inside of her. Until they became part of her, she was no longer who she had been, no longer could she become who she might have been. The pain was part of her, one with her. She knew somehow, that it would always be, that every time she moved, every time she thought, there would be pain. She didn’t yet know why. Once maybe, she had known what the pain was, but now she did not want to remember. If she did, the pain might overwhelm her, pull her under in it’s dark embrace and devour her, make her scream with the pain. Devour her, and make her scream with the pain.
Why was that? Why had she just thought that? There was something tugging at her memory, something not quite tangible, that she couldn’t quite…No! She musn’t, she couldn’t she wouldn’t. Would not bring that painful thing to the surface, the painful things that she did not want, that even now tore at her very being. And make her scream with the pain.
Screams, they were also part of it, the painful thing. Screams, so noisy, so frightening. Sound, no sound. If there was no sound, there would be no screams. No sounds, only silence. Silence was nice, silence was safe. When there was silence, there were no screams. So she must be silent. If she talked, there would be noise, and screaming was noise. Nameless and silent, the filly walked slowly forward into a cold and empty world.
Pain. It was her only truth now.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 10:05 pm
Wyntre IceBlade Name: Amett Gender: Male RP Prompt: You emerge from your basket to find yourself alone in the world. Your parents have apparently been slain by outside forces (whether by kalona or skinwalker), and you somehow managed to survive unscathed from the attack.
How do you feel? How do you react to such a traumatic event? What are your plans for the future, having no one to guide you, all on your own? The young foal looked about. This wasn't how he thought about the day he would emerge from his safe and comfortable basket. No in fact he thought there would be more excitement more fanfare after all he was a prized foal was he not? He heard screams when he was still in the basket they were none the doubt for him were they not? Well then why was there no one around nothing in fact but a run down ragged looking hut he had found himself in. "Hello?" His voice echoed unanswered as he blinked a few times. His parents left him, that was the only explanation. Turning swiftly towards a shadowed corner. A large terrifying beast slowly moved in to view. Her sneer was blood chilling and her laughter even more so. Amett shivered as he watched her circle him. This couldn't be who was waiting for him could it? He listened to her rant and rave like a lunatic. She was talking about fun it was to watch her lover stalk and kill his parents. He suddenly understood the screams, the reason he was alone. It was this...this hideous mare. The hate in his eyes became apparent as he watched her circle him once more. "You...you will live to regret this...what you did to my parents" He spat out. Just as quickly she lunged for him. She missed, the young foal had saw an chance and ran. Where he wasn't sure and how he would survive was another item he was unclear on however, revenge that he understood clearly as he looked back his eyes emotionless, he knew what had to happen. Once he was strong enough he would find her again and make her regret. The Italicized text is an edit because I didn't see the part about the parents and or killer couldn't be seen. If this disqualifies me I understand.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 10:41 pm
Name: Undecided
Gender: Male
It was quiet...now. No more foot steps, no more pleading, no more cries, or whispers. Now there was silence and darkness, well there was only darkness as he knew. His basket was always dark but he imagined that outside there would be light. Though he always heard sound, til now. The little foal did not know how to feel. Always had he the voices of his parents while he was in the darkness of his basket but now that was different. Recently though the cries he had heard made his basket feel darker. Would this darkness and silence be all he knew? So now, in the dark he was and did not know what to do. Where had his parents gone and what was that noise he heard, and those screams. Perhaps this lack of noise meant for him to leave his basket. He had not heard silence til now.
The little foal lifted his head and started to nudge the top of his basket. Since there was no response telling him to stay in, he pushed off the top. Outside was not what he expected. He thought it would be light out, not more darkness like his basket. It was also still quiet, why was there no sound. No one was around, not another soquili, nor his parents. There was only silence. What was he to do, alone in the darkness and the silence. Was this to be his life? Abandoned to the darkness. His head turned and saw blood near his basket. The scene and his recollection of the last noises he had heard turned wheels in his head. He nodded his head and turned away, wondering what had done this. Darkness and silence, this was to be his life now. It was what he was use to and now the way he'd live the rest of his life, in the dark.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 10:51 pm
The basket bobbed gently on the water, having survived the roaring currents and the thunderous waterfall. Tossed and turned by the watery chaos, the sides were battered and reeds clung to its lid. Perhaps, it was only an accident. A basket carelessly washed away by the river. But other clues told another story. Caught within the weave were clumps of fine, silky hair, ripped free from a glorious mane. In sections, the basket had been kicked and gnawed. In other parts, there could be seen dried tears –
And blood.
I remember the moment clearly.
The lullabies suddenly stopped. Those soothing melodies, singing to me in my dreams. Gone.
Trembling, I lifted my nose to the basket’s lid and nudged it free. What had woken me, I did not know, but I no longer heard those comforting songs of a bright world beyond my warm basket’s weave. For many days, I had curled up in the warm dark, dreaming about fresh green grass, bright flowers and autumn leaves blowing in the wind. Of a family, gentle and loving.
But now the music had stopped.
All that was left was darkness, and a cold that seeped in through the damp sides of my basket. I opened my eyes to the world, hungry. I wanted to find out the source of the lullabies, and to learn why they had ended, but when I lifted my head out of the basket, all I saw was blue. A strange blue that seemed to go on forever, fading away at the edges into a murky brown. There was no grass, no colourful flowers, no trees, no rainbows soaring across the sky. There was no welcoming family: no mother, no father, no eagerly curious brothers and sisters.
I was alone, I realised, and there was something wrong about that. But I couldn’t understand what had happened, or where the singer of the lullaby was now.
For a time, I floated in the basket, too confused to think of what to do or what might have happened. Although I didn’t know at the time I was floating on water, some instinct told me to remain in my basket. It was not safe to go outside. When I was hungry, I nibbled on the edges of the basket’s weave. When I was thirsty, I leaned over the edge and licked at the blue. It filled my stomach, but what I wanted was something that filled my heart. I wanted the music back. I wanted the lullabies. I wanted the warmth and the caring that the songs had promised.
Thud.
My basket ran aground. Lodged within a mat of reeds, I realised it was no longer moving. At first, I was afraid. Then when the basket remained intact, I realised that maybe, it was safe to go outside. First one tentative footstep, then another, then another. I wobbled on my legs, but I didn’t fall. Feeling my stomach rumble, I turned once more to nibble on my basket, then stopped when I saw my basket from the outside in the full light of day.
It had been attacked.
Something large had kicked it, bitten at it, tried to tear it apart. I could see hoof-marks and deep gouges where something sharp had scratched into it.
Then I saw the hair, and the blood.
I don’t know how I precisely knew the hair and the blood belonged to the singer of the lullabies. Perhaps it was the way the hair smelled: like flowers, like sunlit leaves. Or maybe it was because the hair was pure white, like the coating of my own. And I knew then that the singer was wounded, maybe even dead, hurt by the one who had tried to attack my basket.
All at once, it seemed that a door opened in my mind. Suddenly, I remembered the last lullaby that I had tried so hard to forget.
The singer, humming softly at first, then singing of a beautiful meadow, where my family waited eagerly for me to emerge. A loving mother. A watchful father. Playful brothers and sisters, wanting to show me all the best spots to gambol.
And then a darkness.
The lullaby changed, became harsh notes, terrible cries:
“Run!”
And then:
“I won’t let you take the basket! You may have me, but I *won’t* let you take the basket!”
A high-pitched scream of defiance.
And then – silence.
Only the roar of the currents of water that carried my basket away.
As the memories overwhelmed me, I realised I was lying in the reeds, my legs covered with mud and my nose streaked with tears.
My family!
Something had taken my family! The lullaby was over!
I knew deep, tearing loss. I felt hollow inside, and something black and terrible yawned inside of me. I couldn’t fill it, no matter how much golden sunlight poured in from above.
I don’t know how long I lay there in the mud, covered in my own tears and the thick, murky water of the river. I was hungry but I didn’t care anymore, because nothing was going to bring my family or the lullabies back. Somewhere in my limited foal’s understanding, I realised that I probably would never see my family again. There was a good chance they hadn’t even survived, and the lullaby-singer – my mother – had given her life to save mine.
Something nipped at my leg.
I ignored it.
It nipped harder. This time, it hurt. I opened my eyes to see an enormous black bird perched on my shoulder, pecking at my leg. I lay there, willing for it to go away. I wanted to be alone. But the bird pecked again, and this time, as pain ripped through my flesh, I realised it was trying to /eat/ me, thinking me dead. That roused me the way nothing else had.
My family were gone! Something dark and terrible had taken them away, and this dark and terrible bird hanging over me was like that evil thing. With a cry, I lashed out, kicking at the bird, screaming my defiance at it. It fled, but I wasn’t done with it. I chased after it until it lifted off into the sky, cawing in alarm.
That was the turning point for me. That was the moment I realised I could not afford to be helpless in this world. It was dark and terrible. The happy place of bright meadows and loving families did not exist for me. It only lived in my dreams, not in reality.
Painstakingly, I climbed up the river’s slope, and did not look back at my trusty basket that had sheltered me for so long. My life within the basket was a different life. I was in another life now.
I would be strong.
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