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 Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 9:35 am
Prompt You have a choice between these prompts:
1. Growing up in the herd, things have been generally peaceful. However, your mother and father have given you severe warnings about foals and adults that you might encounter in the woods, and have told you to scream for help and run if you spot a soquili with cat- or dog-like paws and/or an animal skin on its back. Though they've told you that they're evil and will try to hurt you, your young mind cannot imagine what kind of creature they're talking about. What are your thoughts on the creatures called 'skinwalkers'?
A Little Something Wicked This Way Comes...
The gothic beauty 2
Name: Shetani
----------• Origin & Meaning: Arabic for Devil/demon
Temper: Brave/Couragous?
Personality: She is very fiesty and does what she wants often at the risk of her safety. While Shetani is devilish she is also a good friend and sticks up for those she is loyal to.
Will You Incorporate Any Twists?: (Babies were conceived in the Twisted Tunnel, after all...)
Ideas For Plots: I'm thinking that while she listens to her parents about the skinwalkers, she ends up running into a foal her age and finds that they are not so scary, to the point she becomes friends with the little one. Of course, she doesnt tell her parents about this until One of her siblings sees her with the skinwalker.....
Position Among the Vanaras: Protector
RP Prompt Number & Reply: 1
Shetan was out playing in the woods near her home when she heard something in the bushes. Being curious she decided to take a closer look only to find the pawprints of a large creature, roughly her size and weight. I wonder what this could be? Maybe a familiar? Her curiosity getting the better of her she continued to follow the tracks until she came upon the creature making them.... A skinwalker! She hid when she saw the other foal before taking a few steps towards the other who was clearly having a hard time figuring out where they were, not to mention that they were currently stuck in a bramble bush.
The skinwalker made a low sound in their throat trying to warn her away but she didnt pay any mind to the warning. "I....Im not going to hurt you....I want to help....y...your a skinwalker arent you?" At her soft voice and unthreatening postures the walker calmed down slightly and nodded his head. Seeing that she was getting through to the other she took a cautious step forward a soft lullaby coming from her lips as she started to untangle the brambles.
Once he was free he stood shaking and looking at her. "I...I was told you were evil....b...but your not so bad.... Im Fang." Shetani looked the catlike male over for a moment before giggling. He had missing clumps of fur that were still in the bush but she decided that he was okay as well. "Funny, I was told the same thing about you.... Im.... Shetani." With their introduction over the two parted ways thinking they would never see the other again. Shetani returned home before anyone noticed that she was missing. As a young filly, she was watched more carefully then she liked, probably because she usually got into trouble.....
Anything Else?:
http://i244.photobucket.com/albums/gg35/ladyvampire1/Death_Ballad_Demon_Horse_by_frisket.jpg
my idea of what she might look like....
Or the male version
http://i244.photobucket.com/albums/gg35/ladyvampire1/52e8.jpg
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 10:04 am
Hey guys, just a little announcement~
Please, read this, it might answer some questions you have. I've received a few questions about the Vanaras herd applications, profiles, etc. in regards to making one for the basket and such. Hopefully this'll answer any questions you have about it:
You don't need to put a membership form for the basket in your entry. In fact, we prefer that you don't, as your entry tells us all we need to know in regards to the Vanaras. The only thing that should be in your post is the form for the entry itself.
If you're a Cerynei newbie and the thing about membership is confusing to you, please don't worry about it - as a Cerynei newbie, you automatically qualify for this contest and don't need to worry about herd membership. <3
If you're an established herd member (on the front page), you just need to have your profile posted by the end of Friday. Same goes for those who have applied and are awaiting acceptance.
If you have a Cerynei, you can apply for membership to the herd if you think your Cerynei would fit into the herd. Once you've applied for membership, you can enter the contest. As long as you have your profile up by Friday, your entry will be looked at. If you have someone that might fit into the herd, even if they're not a Cerynei, you're welcome to apply for honorary membership.
I hope that clears some things up. <3Just wanted to let you guys know that you can take the membership form out of your posts. :3
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 11:50 am
 A Little Something Wicked This Way Comes...
The Gothic Beauty 2
Name biggrin ragon
----------• Origin & Meaning: (if applicable)
Temper: Wise
Personality: Dragon is calm and collected, often having wisdom beyond his years.
Will You Incorporate Any Twists?: (Babies were conceived in the Twisted Tunnel, after all...)
Ideas For Plots: He has the Ability to see the future on some occasions?
Position Among the Vanaras: Storyteller
RP Prompt Number & Reply: 2
Dragon watched from the distance as a few of his herdmates 'spoke' to the plants around them. He knew that his own mother had the ability to hear the plants and animals speak, but he didnt... Even his older siblings could hear the whispers of the living things around him... why was he so different? While he had answers to many questions and knew all the legends of their herd, that was the one thing he always wanted. He longed for the day he would hear the song of the wind, or the chatter of the forest creatures. When...when will I....be like them... I....Im not that different....am I?" He turned away from the scene and trotted through the forest looking up when he heard a bird chirping overhead. He called to the beautifully feathered animal before letting out a sigh. No use... it doesnt understand me.....
Finding a clearing he went to a sunny spot and laid on the grass. He loved all of nature... His favorite was the flowers that smelled so sweet. He respected all the plants and animals, down to the smallest bug or the nasteyst weed. Was it because he cared so much about everything in his home that he wasnt able to hear it? With a sigh he closed his eyes and just listened to the songs of the birds, what he could hear.... as he drifted off to sleep.
Anything Else?:
Prompt
2. You know that some Cerynei in the herd think that they can hear the voices of nature calling to them, but you can't. The herd, also deeply connected to its territory, has an amazing sense of the native flora and fauna. What are your thoughts on nature and the herd's respect for it?
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 4:04 pm
A Little Something Wicked This Way Comes...
[Thalea]
-- Name, Temper and Personality are the same for both genders, will be describing the foal as a he to make it easier--
Name: Taurë Asëa (tow-ray, ah-say-ah)
----------• Origin & Meaning: From the Language of the Elves, meaning Forest Leaf
Temper: Charismatic
Personality: Taurë Asëa is an optimistic foal who always tries to find the positive side of life, even when faced with the darkness of his inner nature. He takes on the belief that everything will end up fine. He is comfortable with who he is, and he has accepted the fact that he is different than some of the other cerynei in the herd due to the blessing of the Halloween Spirits upon his family. When Taurë Asëa speaks about topics he is knowledgeable about, he speaks with conviction and does not doubt the answers that come to mind and enter the conversation. However, his intellect is not something he was born with; it will grow with the experience he endures, and, in the end, it will help him become a great advisor or instructor in the herd.
Taurë Asëa loves to hear about other people and how they have lived their lives; he could go hours without saying a word while just listening to the other person talk. He tries his hardest to think before he speaks, but, at times, his mouth gets away from him.
There is a darkness inside Taurë Asëa, and he has a craving inside of him that he is not sure how to quench. As a foal, this will scare him as he won't be certain how to handle it or what to do about it. Thus, he'll believe himself to be strange and different than those of his family, but, slowly, through experience, he will learn how to embrace his darker nature and be optimistic about the outcome.
Will You Incorporate Any Twists?: Yes. The foal will have a darker nature that it feels that it needs to combat; the extent of this nature will be determined by the appearance of the foal and how much it has been blessed with the Halloween Spirit.
Ideas For Plots:
❧Facing the Wickedness: Taurë Asëa feels something is strange about him; he knows he has a darker side in his nature and has been afraid to unleash what has been hidden. How bad is the wickedness inside of him? Who will be the one to unleash it?
❧ Not Everyone Is Good: Despite his parents' warnings about the pelted creatures with the feline and canine appearance, Taurë Asëa stumbles upon a purewalker or a skinwalker. Will he get out without a scratch or will he need to be saved?
❧One is not born with Wisdom, but has Wisdom thrust upon them: Taurë Asëa knows what he wants to do within the herd, but he feels that he lacks the knowledge to provide assistance and answers when asked. He will encounter many soquili, those within the herd and those outside of it, who will help him in his search for wisdom.
❧Forest Friends Forever: Taurë Asëa meets a foal, and they become fast friends. They go on many adventures together and even find themselves in troublesome situations. Who will his FFF be? And what kind of shenanigans will they get into?
❧Taking Upon the Role: Taurë Asëa has grown up in the herd. Even though he still has a lot to learn, he tries for the position of Advisor. He has ideas he would like to share, but he knows that he is still young and has much to learn about life.
❧Of Dreams and Fairy Dust: Taurë Asëa stumbles upon a mare one day in the woods, and she appears to be lost and in need of assistance. It is almost as if it was love at first sight. Will this love be true? Or is it only something out of a dream?
Position Among the Vanaras: Advisor or Instructor
RP Prompt Number & Reply: [2]
“Prompt Two” You know that some Cerynei in the herd think that they can hear the voices of nature calling to them, but you can't. The herd, also deeply connected to its territory, has an amazing sense of the native flora and fauna. What are your thoughts on nature and the herd's respect for it?
[❧ Taurë Asëa closed his eyes, his ears straining to hear the voice of nature. Nothing but the sound of the wind tickled his ears. He understood the allure nature held over those of the herd as he had the same lure to the darkness in the world. It felt as if something was ingrained into the very fiber of his being; it was not a feeling he could describe or express, only feel as it emanated around him. Slowly, his eyes opened to look at the scene before him. The woods were thick and overgrown; not many besides the Vanaras came this deep into the wildness of the Forest, and a small smile appeared on his countenance. He loved the ancientness of the trees surrounding him, and it almost felt as if he was in a different time and place. Within the woods, there was a feeling, a sense that appeared timeless, that allured those who were aware of its presence into a peaceful euphoria. That is what nature felt like to those of the herd--he was sure of it--for he felt the similar sensation whenever he walked beneath the full moon in the densest part of the woods, where he was surrounded by a blanket of darkness.
Then he closed his eyes, and he could almost hear the whispers of night, except it was most likely his over active imagination for Darkness did not have a sound, but a sense. With a sigh, he opened his eyes again and looked behind him toward the direction of the herd. He had left the protection of the adults to test his theory, and it appeared that he was correct; he lacked the innate ability that everyone else in the herd seemed to have with nature. He had an aptitude and a connection to a different entity; the obscurity of the night and the soft glow of the moon called to him instead.
Taurë Asëa shook himself and began to head back to the herd as he thought about how having the ability to hear the whispers of nature would have helped him share an experience with those of his herd. Instead, he will just have to be vigilant and express in words his understanding about the respect those in the herd hold for the beauty which is nature. ❧ ]
Anything Else?: When I first saw the herd for Ceryneis appear I wanted to join, but did not have the fortune of owning a Cerynei. Thank you for this wonderful opportunity! <3--- EDIT: Corrected the Grammatical Errors. 11:35PM 11/8/12 my time... so about 3:35 PM PST 11/8/12 ---
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Nyx Queen of Darkness Crew
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Posted: Wed Nov 07, 2012 8:10 pm
A Little Something Wicked This Way Comes...
Nyx Queen of Darkness
Name: Idril or Rivendell
----------• Origin & Meaning:
Named after Idril Celebrindal ("silver-foot") from the LOTR trilogy. She was one of the three union of man and elves. It is believed that her husband Tuor was counted among the Elven and went with her into the West.
Rivendell is a direct translation or calque of the Sindarin name Imladris, both meaning "deep valley of the cleft". It was established by Elrond and is an Elven outpost.
Temper: Hamadryadic (Hamadryads (Greek: Ἁμαδρυάδες, Hamadryádes) are Greek mythological beings that live in trees. They are a particular type of dryad, which in turn are a particular type of nymph. Hamadryads are born bonded to a particular tree. Some believe that hamadryads are the actual tree, while normal dryads are simply the entities, or spirits, of the trees. If the tree died, the hamadryad associated with it died as well. For that reason, dryads and the gods punished any mortals who harmed trees). I turned the word into a adjective by adding ic to it.
Read on to understand the choosing of this temper.
Personality: (This would be the same for male or female. I am writing from the female perspective)
Idril is very quiet and thoughtful. She believes wholeheartedly in the ways of her people. She is eager to learn everything she can about the flora and fauna, she is also eager to learn as much of the history of her people. It is for this reason that she is constantly asking her father about his life before the herd and asking her mother about identifications and uses.
It is her most feverish wish (and deepest secret) that she could one day become the Mistress of Ceremonies like her mother.
Will You Incorporate Any Twists?: Yes! I'm hoping for some twists based on what's known of the herd. I will try to link any twists into either the beliefs of the tribe or as a trial of faith.
Ideas For Plots:
Please read the prompt first! (Then come back and read over my intended plot ideas)
1. Upon returning from the forest, she starts having hallucinations and becomes increasingly sick. Lost in a world of fevers and dreams, she's only able to get out that she is connected to some tree in the forest and that she believes that if the tree is cured then she will be too.
The family must race against time to find the right tree and how to heal it before she dies.
2. Idril starts taking classes to learn how to help those with birth. She is eager to see her herd grow and live healthily. So she decides to help with the birthing process--it also gives her the hope of finding some others like her that are connected to the trees directly rather than just spiritually.
3. At some point, I'd like her to have a serious talk with the sister Tinuivel about how she wants her forgiveness for coveting the job she will one day receive. That she is sorry that she wished it was her rather than her sister who would get to be the next Mistress of Ceremonies. This opens up the possibility for Tiniuevel to come clean or not.
4. At some point, I'd like her to have to defend her tree against the Walkers. Because if the tree dies, she believes she will too.
That's all I have for right now, as I would like to see him or her before I decide further.
I would eventually like the foal to fall in love with a non-believer of her life. And it becomes a struggle to win him/her over or give up her beliefs (she won't give up her beliefs).
All of these plots are for both boy or girl. If medicine was not available for a boy, he'd probably be a storyteller. And the situation with Tiniuvel would be changed to him wanting to have a chance at Master of Ceremonies (still envy but not for her promised job, but that she can come by it easily).
Position Among the Vanaras: Midwife (If possible, I'd love to extend this into healing others too) For Male it would be healer or storyteller.
RP Prompt Number & Reply: 2. You know that some Cerynei in the herd think that they can hear the voices of nature calling to them, but you can't. The herd, also deeply connected to its territory, has an amazing sense of the native flora and fauna. What are your thoughts on nature and the herd's respect for it?
Idril stood amongst the forest and heard no voices but the distant sounds of her parents. She had strayed a little to see if she could hear the forests like many of the others of her herd, but she did not. No matter how often she flicked her ears and strained to listen, she heard nothing. There was only the whisper of wind in the trees and leaves blowing about as if mocking that she was unable to hear their divine whispers.
Would she not be blessed like others? Like her mother who heard the shiftings and sayings of the forest? Would all the world remain silent before her, vast and unknown?
She respected the earth, she had learned of the herbs, of the flora, and of the fauna. She had watched the festivals until she fell asleep, but no amount of learning had brought her anymore understanding.
She stood there in the middle of the forest, her lips trembling, "Am I not worthy Mother Earth?"
But nothing answered, even the wind stilled as a response to her words. Was Mother Earth then mad at her? Turning her back on her and calling her unworthy?
Her eyes pooled with tears, "What have I done?" Idril looks from tree to tree, from the ground to the sky. Only heartrending silence fills her ears. She was not worthy for whatever reason.
She believed though, she had hoped that faith would be enough to bestow upon her the gift of some of her people. But it would not be the case, she would be deaf to the secrets of the forest she would serve and worship.
Idril leaned her head against a tree, and breathed in deeply the smell of Oak as she cried into the bark. Faith was supposed to be enough. And she was faithful, and growing more so each day. It shook her to the core of her being that the thing she wanted most--to commune with nature on a more intimate level--had been denied.
She could still grow herbs and collect things. She would still learn the art of healing. She already knew the rites of worship....
Idril wiped her eyes. She had so much already, why was she pitying herself. She could not and would probably never hear the voices of the trees. Never whisper with them her secrets, never share a special bond with them as her mother did. But she was one with the forest. She understood their needs without their voices, she understood her duty.
Why then, should she allow her faith to be shaken? Hadn't she been taught that faith is believing in things unseen? Maybe it was also believing in what was unheard.
Their voices may be silent to her, they may keep their secrets from her ears but it wouldn't change how she felt toward them.
Idril closed her eyes, "Mother Earth, I am sorry that I have asked for a gift I am not worthy of. I am honoured to serve you. Humbled by what you have taught me today." She opened her eyes, blinked back tears and she bowed to the ground.
Maybe this would be how it worked for her? Her faith would not be tested by listening to the urges of the forest but by taking care of them despite their silence toward her. Her faith would be tested and she would not falter again.
She moved to go home, shifting through the trees ready to see her mom and dad, to let them know what she had discovered about herself. However, on the way back a tree caught her attention.
Moving toward it, she touched it gently. There was some kind of fungus or mold growing on it--taking root and trying to destroy the tree. She would have to tell her mother or else other trees might be affected. It would be seen to.
She closed her eyes again as she breathed deeply, "Mother Earth, please heal my friend--this tree. Let her soul not be in pain."
Turning, she ran home to tell her mother unaware that by the time she got there she would collapse in a delirious fever.
Anything Else?: Thanks for the opportunity! I hope it was okay to use Earth Mother since I didn't see any particular names.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 11:16 am
Mkay guys, there's about twelve hous left, so get those entries in!
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 2:01 pm
A Little Something Wicked This Way Comes...
[Looneytaz82]
Name: Prabir (m) Prabira (f)
----------• Indian for Brave
Temper: Proud
Personality: Brave! There will be nothing that will send fear into this guy or gal. After taking part in a SW battle, they know the true meaning of evil and are prepared to face ANYTHING that comes in their way.
Will You Incorporate Any Twists?: I am totally picturing these babbins to have small bats instead of butterflies!
Ideas For Plots:
The Fallout: This poor foal has just lived through the battle with the Skinwalkers. How has this effected him mentally? He has many unanswered questions about this breed. Why are they so mean? Why did they try to kill him? What makes him such a threat?
Meltdown and Learning: Because this is a twisted breeding, I thought that maybe a small plot could be that the foal gets some sort of inkling for being bad or mean. Maybe a psychological outcome of the SW battle or something, and he/she needs to be set straight. This could be by someone else in the heard, or maybe an eye opening experience during the battle.
Defense: As an adult, he is faced with a situation that is much more than he can handle alone (maybe a 2 on 1 battle) where he has to be brave and defend something of importance, like his honor. He fears going back to the herd defeated, or even worse.
What is Love?: From as early as he can remember, he has had to be brave and battle. Now they need to know how to find love. How can they become someone that learns to shift their emotion from bravery and battling to love?
Position Among the Vanaras: I could see him/her rising to be a patrol leader.
RP Prompt Number & Reply: [#2]
The battle was over, but Prabir was still concerned that these evil things may return. He had learned to be brave, but he needed the time by his mothers side, comforted for the time being. Is was times like this, (which were rare recently with the battles) when his mother would tell him about "hearing the voices of the land" This time though, the little one wanted to know why he couldn't hear these sounds. "Well, its not an ability that all of us are born with. You see, my hearing is extra special, and..." she started to exlain before getting cut of. "So I'm not special?" he asked, with tears starting to well up at the corner of his eyes. "Why of course you are, dear," she said to him. "Everyone is special in their own ways. I can see that you are going to be brave. More brave than most of the others, and thats what makes you special!"
Calixte began explaining how important everyone in the herd was, and how each one had special abilities. As the talked, she mentioned how special the environment was. "We need to make sure that we all protect out lands though. We need to respect everything. Nature gives us great food to eat, shelter to protect us, and water to drink. You need to take care of your home, and all of its surroundings. These things will give back to us for the rest of our lives. You pronise to do this?" she asked him
Prabir thought about what his mother had told him, and knew that he could make this promise to his mother. "Yes momma!" he said excitedly. "now can we go get some berries?" he asked.
Anything Else?: I LOVE the idea of the herd, and I am LOVE to RP. In a little over a year, I have RPed enough to have 2 soqs max this month, and have created a herd of my own. I love intense story lines!
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 5:04 pm
A Little Something Wicked This Way Comes...
[Techno Rocket]
Name: Fable
----------• Origin & Meaning: I came up with this name because when i saw the parents i thought to myself there very pretty. When i saw them i thought they look like they came from a story and then Fable popped into my head. This name would represent the mystic quality the family possess and how they are like a very good Fable indeed. Fable would be able to choose his/her own path and the name very well shows that. Nothing is ever set into stone until it is chosen.
Temper: Perplexing
Personality: Fable is a foal who very much loves his parents and his herd. He is deeply attuned to nature and loves the fact that his name means he controls his own fate. He is not always the brightest though and can get lost in his own thoughts. Deep down though there might be a seed of evil that wants to take root. Fable has no idea about what he can become if he choose the wrong Fable the wrong path to travel. One destiny is to be the son his parents wanted and to love his siblings. The other road however is dark and will bring him to do unimaginable things. What road will he choose to follow will he be good or pure evil? He can teeter on the edge of one side and fall right into the grip of another.
Will You Incorporate Any Twists?: YES! Depending on the foal turns out if there is any "twistedness" that will affect the entire personality. If the foal looks different from its siblings, parents and herd members the foal will be very timid and shy. Or the foal might embrace its differences and be proud of its looks. I would love to throw some of the twists into plots among other things.
Ideas For Plots:
Why is the forest sick?- If the foal has twists this would be a plot that Fable would think its his fault the trees are dieing. Since the herd cares about nature Fable would to believe he had caused the sickness. Then Fable would get mad at everyone and ash out trying to keep the truth away from his parents. Even though its not the his fault after all. This could also happen even if the he does lack twists. Then the siblings or someone would have to find out what was going on.
I think that Fable will be very loving of the family background. Proud and noble to live up to his parents expectations. Sometimes though the he will want to prove to much and get in over his head. Something might happen that causes the him to go down the wrong path but those in the herd guide him back to the light. Something might happen where as a young adult Fable learns to fight but then abuses that power and grows a liking to how fighting feels.
Be My Teacher- This would be a plot where Fable learns how to interact with nature. Learning about what grows and what can be eaten. Also seeing the other animals that live alongside the herd.
Position Among the Vanaras: I think Fable would make a great protector or defender. If the herd needs more defense he would be the perfect one for the job. He has the seed of evil in him and when it comes to his family he will do anything to protect those closet to him. The evilness makes him stronger and very unpredictable but also a great fighter he would never hurt those who mean much to him. I think that with the right group he would do well defending his herd , siblings and parents.
RP Prompt Number & Reply: [1]
Fable was not your average every day foal. He had the heart of a lion and was sturdy as an oak. Not much got to him and he was always happy ready for each day that came. He loved his parents and their herd most of all his siblings. Every morning they would great each other and it had become a sort of ritual. The forest was an amazing place full of wonder and excitement. Fable loved to roam through the woods and smell the forest air. The way the twigs snapped under his hooves was enough to make him happy. Being a foal was not always fun though his parents always kept a watchful eye on him. Never would they stop him from wandering off alone though he could not be contained. Looking up at the sky he smiled to himself having escaped yet another boring lesson of this or that.
Still smiling he walked deeper and deeper into the woods ignoring the warnings his parents had given him that not all creatures were good. He was not paying attention to where he was going and he felt funny. Looking down at his hooves he was startled they were blood red. He looked behind him and saw a trail of his own hoof prints stained red. Trembling now he did not know what to do but he knew the red sticky stuff was blood. He was overcome with fear not knowing what had happened until he saw it. Yellow eyes were staring at him from behind the trees. Slowly a face emerged from the woods one he wished he never saw. Blood stained with long teeth a a wicked grin a huge beast was towering above him. His heart seemed to stop in the moment and he could not draw a breath. He had stepped on this beasts kill without even knowing and now it wanted him. He looked away and ran as fast as he could tears streaming down his face. Now he had done it he knew what lurked in the forest he had run into a skinwalker. At that moment he wanted nothing more than to be in his mothers reach. Fable wanted to be near his parents and the herd never would he wander alone again. That stare was one he would never forget something that would haunt him forever.
Anything Else?: I would really be honored if i was chosen to be in your family. I love heavy plots and am eager to rp if chosen. The herd is amazing and so is the family so many plot possibilities its very exciting. Thank you for the chance to try and win one of these amazing baskets! I want to try my best and i wont just vanish on your guys either. If something happens i will tell you and wont leave you guys hanging.
here some music to that fits him its kind of like the words. He loves those around him but he fears that wont understand him. When he has foal love he is scared that the filly wont understand him but he would do anything to be close to her.
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This song is when something close to him is taken away. He wont give up untill he can find what was stolen. Every day he lives he will be fighting to win back what was lost. It could be anything from a friend to a sibling growing distant or love. Something happens that makes him keep seeking day after day.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 6:29 pm
A Little Something Wicked This Way Comes...
[xKOVAKtheWOLFx]
Name: Kojika [F] ; Bakku [M]
----------• fawn in Japanese ; buck in Japanese
Temper: willing
Personality: Bakku is a learner. He has a kind heart and would be able to remove appearances and look into the heart before judging. He is willing to give up his time for others, trying to make them a better Soquili, the best Soquili that they can be. Though there is trouble going around with skinwalkers, he would not stereotype them as killers, but just confused creatures.
Will You Incorporate Any Twists?: I'm fine with whatever happens. With that will come plots. :3
Ideas For Plots:
Basket:
maybe have a skinwalker attempt to steal the basket?
Foal:
Bakku would see a world of peace and happiness. In his youth, he shall not be seeing anything out of the ordinary and would try to become every herd member's friend.
Young Adult:
I would like to have Bakku meet a skinwalker mare during one of his messenger missions, but not to be killed by her! ;w; He would think that the mare actually loves her, and he sees past her history of killing and confesses his love, but then sees that she was only using him for access to enter the heart of the herd. (If this doesn't happen, then the two would just have a fling together....)
Adult:
As a messenger, Bakku meets a variety of Soquili outside of the herd and sees pain and suffering. I would find it interesting if he prefers to remain in his herd, rather than leave once he finds a band of Soquili who offer for him to be their lead stallion.
Position Among the Vanaras: Messenger
RP Prompt Number & Reply: 1
Bakku listened carefully as the words were being described to him. Cat or dog-like paws, or an animal skin on its back. Since when did a creature sound so funny? Then again, he would sometimes laugh at the missing mane of his father. Evil and would hurt him? Did they mean like the other foals that would rough play with him and stuff? In his mind, all he could think of was the butterfly that he left on the willow branch that was probably still waiting for his return. And skinwalkers... what a weird name.
Wandering out of the circle of foals, Bakku went into the woods just for curiosity of whether the story was true, or false. He walked around for a moment, that was, until he was tired of just waiting. Surrounded by the woods, the foal took a quick nap to find himself underneath the chest of a thing that was probably a skinwalker.
Anything Else?:
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 9:54 pm
A Little Something Wicked This Way Comes...
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Name: Vanya Eruraviel (Vahn-yah Air-oo-rah-vee-ell)
----------• Origin & Meaning: It is an Elvish translation and it means beautiful royal maiden.
Temper: Charismatic
Personality: Vanya pleases others using her charm, she is flirtatious to a point, knowing how to flatter another but she knows how to do so without going overboard. Sometimes she gets lost in her own emotions trying to make sure others are happy and satisfied before she makes sure that she herself is at peace and pleased with things. She is a lady who believes in respect and honor as well as courage and the roles that we follow by the paths we choose. She believes that every choice should have a consequence, meaning if a stallion tricked a mare into having his foals, he should stick around and raise them not just flee once they are born. She doesn’t believe in the flings and what they bring in the first place, she believes in the tradition of mating. Life mating to her is sacred and a bond that shouldn’t be broken. Vanya is a mare that values trust and honesty above lies even if it was meant to protect her. She wants no protection unless it is from certain harm and can’t be helped. She respects nature like her mother and will go out of her way to make sure that it is protected. She is not vain but she doesn’t think poorly of herself either. She is comfortably in the middle, she doesn’t want to make others feel uncomfortable around her and so she is often very friendly but tries not to be too friendly.
Will You Incorporate Any Twists?: Vanya is going to be a sweetheart relatively, kind and gentle towards others but it’s all going to change when it happens. What I mean by it is she’s going to have her opinion of things twisted around and have her question her own sanity. She might even go a little bit on the insane side and be a little bit obsessive with having things a certain way. It could even go so far as she wanting others to have happiness so badly she will be blind to see that they are already happy and end up making things worse. In turns she will be a complete opposite almost but still a little bit like herself, she is going to want to help others and protect nature and the well-being of those around her but things are going to take on an obsessive twist.
Ideas For Plots: Cali could try and teach her the way of dancing, it would go very well with her charismatic nature. Perhaps it could stick with her and when her nature becomes twisted it could only add to the need of perfection and things having to be a certain way. Vanya would probably become very upset if she messed up a move from a dance she was taught.
Vanya before the twisted nature takes place, she could teach others how to dance, perhaps even putting her own spin on the moves and creating her own dance for others to learn. She could possibly be a tutor of sorts for those wanting to learn something of elegance and something that could be used to impress or just express emotions.
Another possible plot would be Tinúviel and Vanya performing together to impress Pachelbel’s family and then she could possibly take place of Tinúviel so that she can be happy with Pachelbel. Vanya could take the place of Tin and be the dancer in the family, it could be even more so and better especially once she becomes obsessive and not wanting to mess up the moves.
Another possible plot could be that Vanya meet a stallion who shares the same passion for dancing she does but not to such an extreme. Possibly the stallion tries to talk her out of the extremity, he succeeds and Vanya then tries and make it a family act all on her own trying to please both Cali and the supposed stallion. (I’ve not a clue as to who the stallion could possibly be, but it’s just an idea)
Vanya and her siblings could split up to try and find different things to show their affection and gratitude to Cali and Kenton but a skin walker finds one of them, leading them to stand up for one another and defend each other for survival. They don’t really make it out fully unscathed though because in the midst of trying to fight off the skinwalker, Vanya gets hurt but she accepts it with pride because it was for her siblings.
Position Among the Vanaras: Vanya being so charismatic but having the potential to be twisted and rather obsessive, she belongs as either an Instructor being able to teach others how to protect themselves or even dancing. She could even be a gatherer but the instructor would probably really suit her best.
RP Prompt Number & Reply: 2
Vanya wandered through the rather thick grass and passed by the numerous large trees, she was hopeful that she could be as gifted as her mother in the way that she could hear nature speaking to her but she had no such luck. Her mother was so gifted, really any of the Cerynei that could hear the words of nature should consider themselves blessed. A frown seemed to form on her face and she stopped to look at a rather tall tree and it somehow appeared to be leaning to the east. “Why won’t you speak to me? I respect you so much but I never get to hear your wonderful words.” She said the words in true sadness; her heart seemed to be breaking because she had always been so hopeful that one day she would be able to hear the whispers of nature. She was starting to face the harsh reality though that she could never be like her mother and the other gifted ones, she would never be able to hear the words of the thing she loved and respected most aside from her family. She walked away from the odd tree rather discouraged and wandered into a field of flowers but her obsessive nature kicked in and she just couldn’t set hoof inside the field. If she were to step one hoof inside the field, she might crush one of the dainty little flowers. The thoughts began to whirl around inside her head after that brief second. Was that the reason why she couldn’t hear the whispers of nature, because at some point she had crushed the live of the very thing she valued? Or was it and could it possibly be perhaps because she wouldn’t tread on all of the land that nature had to offer her. Without noticing it, her right eye began to slowly twitch as her mind raced through all of the many thoughts buzzing around her head as to why she heard nothing from nature itself. A loud huff escaped her lips and she looked around as if to make sure she was truly alone, she wouldn’t get punished if no one saw right? She carefully and gently placed her left hoof into the field of flowers for a brief second and then pulled it out. “I did it! Let me hear you now please! I beg of you, I want to hear your thoughts please!” Vanya was starting to beg, she wasn’t sure it would get her anywhere but she was certainly hoping it would do something for her. When nothing changed, she didn’t feel any different and nothing shifted in the atmosphere, she became rather even more annoyed. “Fine, fine I get it now, it’s all about gifts right? You give means you’re good but if you take your bad?” She had no idea where on earth she had heard it from but it sounded good at the time. She looked around for a gift and found a rather nice rock; she nudged it into the field of flowers and waited patiently. Again nothing happened; she gave a heavy sigh because she knew it was too good to happen to her. “I’m sorry for what I’ve done that I can’t hear your whispers, I respect you nature and just wanted to be able to be special like my mother and the others.” She found herself tucking her tail a little in even more sadness than she had felt before. Vanya turned around to leave and head back towards the lake to get some water. This whole ordeal had worked her up and she had become rather thirsty. She had a little more to say thought before she walked away from the flower field. “I appreciate all that you do for me and regardless if I can hear your whispers or not, I will continue to protect your Flora and fauna.” She spoke the words with extreme honesty, even though she did have a fit earlier because she had wanted to have her own moment, that didn’t change things at all about how she felt about nature and the way things worked. “You know oh great nature, I believe I was put here not only to be a pride and joy to my parents but I believe I was placed here to help protect your Flora and fauna because it seems that you could use all the help you can get since you’re so large.” She smiled then because she actually felt at peace and was happy because the episode had not lasted the entire day. With her heart and mind put to ease, and she was actually feeling better about actually just being herself, she headed off to the lake for water.
Anything Else?: I had a lot of fun writing the RP response/the whole self RP. I wanted to make sure that I got out just how I had her envisioned in my head. Granted she wouldn’t behave that way all the time, it is just about how nature is so important to her; she is greatly upset about being left out. I tried to make that clear with the post itself but just on the off case it wasn’t completely clear, I wanted to post it here.
Also, I love the family! Cali and Kenton, Cali and Fay, I’ve tried to follow every rp that has been made concerning the family. I’ve fallen in love with several of the rps that have been done in the name of plots lol and if I win, hoorah, and if not then I certainly plan on getting little miss Vanya customed into the family because I had so much fun writing this character up and I believe it would be an amazing twist to the family. Granted the obsessiveness might not be so intense but it would be fun to possibly have that sibling there so that there could be a replacement for Tin. I got so excited writing all of this information that I just couldn’t help myself from overflowing with nonstop plot ideas, granted I didn’t write all of them down because I wasn’t sure how many were allowed and I didn’t want to get myself too excited lol. I’ve written a lot of information down already but it just couldn’t be helped, Miss Vanya demanded the attention!
--Edited--((11/9/2012 at 1:01AM EST but 10:01PM PST))I had posted it and didn't think it would be an issue where I put that she was speaking but I decided to go back and bold it. I also added in another sentence and two to make her go to the lake. Reading back over it, didn't seem completely finished to me.
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 10:36 pm
{Male foal} A Little Something Wicked This Way Comes...
[Dark Angelyx]
Name: Sgiwadvhilvi [Nickname Sgiwa (Z-gii-wah)]
----------• Origin & Meaning: Cherokee origin, "Call Upon Me."
Temper: Cautious
Personality: While he's not exactly social, he's very sweet and he's loving towards every member of his herd. He's very patient with the foals and he walks the perimeter every morning to look for any threats to the herd. Despite his mental instability he's fairly inteligent and has a very keen sense of curiosity. Sgiwa is even tempered and usually pretty reserved, except around foals. He's very... short and soft spoken around mares and he has very little to say, it seems, around males who try picking a fight with him. He will not fight within the herd except to defend himself or protect another herd member. He's very protective of mares and foals and his elders, even if he won't say much...
Will You Incorporate Any Twists?:
He might grow to develop a second personality whom he thinks is actually a skinwalker, stalking the herd. He'll often disappear to "Scout" and he'll "confront" this dark Skinwalker, whom is a figment of his imagination, and to anyone who sees this, he'll be talking to himself or a rock/tree. He may also begin backing out and doing things that may cause danger to the herd, and when something happens, he thinks it's the skinwalker, all of this may result in him having a very depressing self revelation that it's all in his head, and he'll go into the forest to protect his family and friends.
Ideas For Plots:
Maybe He'll become a Hermit, but he'll migrate around the herd and protect them from the outside as an adult, and come across a female later that melts his cold, lonely heart and pulls him back into the herd.
I'd like to roleplay a little and get my bearings, maybe plot and plan with some others. I'd enjoy working on future plots or filling in as a plot filler for anyone who needs it. I enjoy filling in the gaps for people who are looking for the "Special something" for a roleplay. smile
Position Among the Vanaras: Aspires to become Apprentice for the Protector.
RP Prompt Number & Reply: 1. Growing up in the herd, things have been generally peaceful. However, your mother and father have given you severe warnings about foals and adults that you might encounter in the woods, and have told you to scream for help and run if you spot a soquili with cat- or dog-like paws and/or an animal skin on its back. Though they've told you that they're evil and will try to hurt you, your young mind cannot imagine what kind of creature they're talking about. What are your thoughts on the creatures called 'skinwalkers'?
Sgiwa soon found the world outside of his basket beckoned him. Cool breeze, fresh smells and well, to be frank, tight living conditions and a stuffy basket. Finally the morning came when he lifted his head and stretched and the wicker of his basket sprang apart with a pop and a tear and fell beneath him. He tucked wobbly legs beneath him and stood, and he looked up at his mother and father and whinnied in greeting.
After that he grew rapidly and time passed in a blur. He was young still, barely bigger than most of the new foals leaving their baskets, but he was all leg, lithe, bouncy and quick footed.
The fuzzy fetlocks that covered his cloven hooves tickled his nose as he used his foreleg to scratch the size of his long face. He turned bright eyes upwards at the line of trees not too far from where he now stood. His ears pricked forward when he heard a snap and he lowered his shoulders slightly, trying to look smaller in the tall grass he stood in. He looked long and hard, staring into the shadows of the forest beyond, but nothing more came of the sound. He stood straight and lifted his head, rolling one of his small shoulders in a shrug and rolling his eyes.
A giggle caught his ears and a long black muzzle poked out of a bush nearby, a demented giggle leaving the filly as a tiny pink tongue darted out from behind... pointed teeth? His ears shot back against his head and he stomped his foot against the ground a couple of times, pawing uneasily. He hesitantly grew closer.
"Hello?"
His voice was cautious and wavered with nerves and he shuddered as another giggle escaped her. She poked her head out of the bush and he reeled back, for there, atop her scull, was a bobcat's muzzle, following down her neck into the bushes, connected, he was sure, to the rest of it's pelt. She was the same sandy blonde as the bobcat on her back, and as she stepped out of the bush delicately he grimaced, seeing the claw tipped paws hidden in bushy fetlocks a little thicker than his own. She was small, a little smaller than himself, thin and fuzzy, her own fur thick and downy looking like the cats. Her white mane fell into her eyes, held in place by the bobcat's head, her tail so long it reached her small paws.
"Hiya! I'm Leona!" her voice was high, and it sounded like it belonged to the cat that had just caught the canary. Her bright silvery green eyes were parted down the middle with cat like slits and her grin was devious. Everything about her made his skin crawl.
"S-stay back! You're a m.m..monster!" He tried his best to stand tall but his father's words reverberated in his mind. If you see one, Run, Scream, and don't Stop until you're safe! but he had heard one of the Elders say that they would only get riled up and give chase sooner if you ran, so instead, he steadily began walking backwards towards the perimeter of the herd's grove.
The little female was snarky, and very amused, it seemed, by his response, "I'm a monster, am I? I only do what I do to survive, can it be helped if I was born this way and my parents raised me to be the way I am?" she smiled prettily and almost giggled as he hesitated.
He stopped moving and thought about it. Could she help it? He wondered for a moment if she could change the fact that she was what she was; a predator. As she came closer and gave him a smile that told him he'd made a mistake. She could no more change that she was a predator than he could change what he was; Prey. As she lowered herself to a crouch and wiggled like she was going to pounce he reared and wheeled in place and let his jaw drop to emit an ear splitting squeal, announcing that there was trouble and a threat was near. He bounded into the trees and he whinnied again, kicking back with his hooves and tripping when he caught air instead of anything solid.
He stumbled forward and ended up face first in the dirt and fell head over face, summersaulting out of the line of trees and into the clearing, skidding to a stop in the grass between his father's front hooves. A nose came down and nuzzled his side and searched face to search for injuries, finding none. He was nudged up to his feet and he didn't speak until he stopped shaking.
He told his parents what he had seen. While before he had not believed that the soquili in furs existed and they were stories to keep foals from the forest, he knew now that the stories were true, and worse, he had seen that they could have young of their own, because Leona had been his age, if not a little bit younger. He shuddered at the thought of what she would become as an adult... what she might do to any of the foals he was surrounded by. Would they kill a foal and wear their skin?
Just imagining ending up skinned or in the belly of one of them was too terrifying to imagine. He squeezed his eyes shut. The adults who had gone to make sure things were safe returned and told him the only set of prints they had seen coming from the way he'd come were his. He stared at them in horror as they told him this, wondering if he could have possibly been imagining something so terrible, so realistic... She had reeked of blood and of cat, and she had a voice that even now was grating on his skull.
He sighed and dejected, turned to go to his families sleeping place and he froze when he heard that sound... That creepy, tell tale giggle.
Anything Else?: Cerynei are a really neat species of Soquili, I haven't gotten one yet, but I've been saving for a custom for awhile. I really like the way the Cerynei look, but I never seem to catch an opening for customs. I'd love a chance to join this growing family, and I really like the herd and it's aesthetics.
{Female Foal} A Little Something Wicked This Way Comes...
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Name: Tla yitsigowati [Nickname; Wati.]
----------• Origin & Meaning: Cherokee origin, "Can not See."
Temper: Maternal
Personality: At a young age Wati will be playful, endearing and entirely outgoing, as she grows she'll become almost timid and withdrawn. The darker her world gets the softer spoken and hidden away she'll become until she completely hides away from her herd mates. Wati will be very sweet towards foals, when one cries she'll follow the sound until she finds the foal and she'll protect it with a bite or a well aimed kick until they make their way back to the herd.
~Due to her lost sight, her senses of hearing and smell are fantastic and she can kick hard enough to break through the hide of even a skinwalker if tested. She's very loving, but she feels defected, and the voices in her head keep her very... lucid and docile. She has no self esteem and her confidence is shot. She loves her family, but she can't help but listen to the voices. Maybe the voice of reason she needs must come from a voice that doesn't know her like her family does.
Will You Incorporate Any Twists?: I am thinking that, maybe, she will come from her basket with blurry eyes and her vision never quite clears. Her world is always green, with the foliage and trees around her. Occasionally she'll see dark shadows in the green and she'll hear eerie whispers that she thinks are the voices of the animals the skinwalker take to wear, realistically, however, they are voices in her mind brought on by a paranoia due to growing blind spot in her eyes that appear shadow-like. As she gets older, the blindness will get worse and she'll go entirely blind.
Ideas For Plots:
I'm thinking at some point she made go slightly crazy, mumbling to herself, head low to the ground, withdrawn from the world. Her eyes blind, her world dark, and while she can't hear the world around her and her only company in the dark are the voices in her head that have seemed to overwhelm her, maybe a Cerynei who sings could bring her around, their voice a different sound from the whispers of the shadows. Storms would be her saving grace, the roll of thunder, the scream of wind and the clatter of falling rain. Her only sane moments she spends in the torrential downpours, lamenting that when it's over, the shadows will again over take her.
Maybe taking a mate and having foals will push away the shadows and bring light into her life, so that her maternal instincts may be nurtured and she might gain some semblance of normalcy. Maybe.
Position Among the Vanaras: Aspires to be a Nanny/Nursemaid/Midwife.
RP Prompt Number & Reply: 2. You know that some Cerynei in the herd think that they can hear the voices of nature calling to them, but you can't. The herd, also deeply connected to its territory, has an amazing sense of the native flora and fauna. What are your thoughts on nature and the herd's respect for it?
Tis a strange thing to thing of, really... that some of the grown ups hear you talking, but to me, you are silent as night... the thought crossed the filly's mind as she stretched and rubbed her face in the long grass, snuffling as it tickled her nose and lipping at some of the sweeter blades. 'Are you jealous?' came a curious voice in her mind. She lifted her head and saw in the middle of the sunny field around her a dark shadow that looked like an animal sitting on it's haunches.
Normally any lone filly would be startled, frightened even, especially one that could barely see, but to her, the shadows in her world of green were not unusual. She had spoken to a few adults about them and a few had thought they were spirits, others thought she mistook the voice of nature for the voice of shadows she saw. She wasn't sure what or who they were, but they were always there, day or night.
Am I jealous? she pondered this for a time. She knew her home better than some of the adults, and she wasn't even a yearling yet. She knew it by feel, by scent... even, some places, by sound. The way a creek sounded a certain way when it went over certain rocks, the gurgle of a brook that branched off the creek, the soft whisper of flowing water, the hiss of wind through a series of trees... and the shadows that followed and sometimes led her. No, she wasn't jealous... she had no reason to be.
'Are you certain? Do you not envy them for being strong where you are weak? Do you not wonder?' the words stung but she snorted. That's not the point. I may not hear the voices of nature, and I may not be able to see the flora and fauna they do, but I know each flower by scent and each part of my territory by feel, tree, stone and grass... the only thing I envy them for is that they don't hear you. she heaved herself to her feet with a whicker of annoyance and stepped gingerly back through the tall grass that tickled her belly, back to her parents, her herd and voices that drowned out the shadowy whispers.
Anything Else?: Cerynei are a really neat species of Soquili, I haven't gotten one yet, but I've been saving for a custom for awhile. I really like the way the Cerynei look, but I never seem to catch an opening for customs. I'd love a chance to join this growing family, and I really like the herd and it's aesthetics.
Count Me In! Soq Name: [Male] Sgiwadvhilvi; {Sgiwa}, [Female] Tla Yitsigowati; {Wati}
Soq Image:
Trying for a Rank? Which one? [Male] Protector [Female] Nanny/Nursemaid/Midwife
Why do you think your soq would be best for this rank? He loves his Herd and begins fearing Skinwalkers and thinking of the safety of his herd and Alpha at a young age.///She is kind, sweet, loving and has a soft spot for Foals and Expecting mothers.
Lifemated? If yes, to who, and would they be interested in honorary membership? [Not Yet]
Will you, at all costs, defend the herd to the best of your ability and not insult anybody's antlers? Yes, I will stand and defend my herd with my life, and never will I jest against the antlers of my peers.
[[I'm working on my Post right as we speak, but we're having trouble with our internet connection so I wanted to post now in the event we lose it again... EDITED AT 1:02 AM-- No Longer Working on the post, as stated in the post below [at 1:00 AM] this post is finished.] EDITED AT 1:04 AM -- Hoping I posted this at the Right 1:00 AM after looking at the post above me...]
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 11:00 pm
Holy crap I actually finished it. XD
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Posted: Thu Nov 08, 2012 11:08 pm
MUCH LUCK EVERYONE!!! wish i could have entered.
*crosses fingers that basket is a male for personal reasons*
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:18 am
AllSummedUpNJazz MUCH LUCK EVERYONE!!! wish i could have entered. *crosses fingers that basket is a male for personal reasons* I can't wait to see who wins... Even if I don't I may try to get a Cerynei in the future as a custom and I may apply for the Herd... I really like them.
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2012 7:42 am
WE ARE CLOSED!
thankyou everyone very much for participating! give me and Maho a bit to read everything and deliberate, and we will get back to you ASAP!
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