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Name: Mirari (genderless) [nickname: Mira (F) / Rari (M)]

Name Meaning: miracle in Portuguese (named along fathers name, the Messiah creates miracles ;D )

Temper: presumptuous

Personality: Mirari is a very sweet spirit. The world is a gentle and tender place full of love and caring people. Her herd is especially special in her heart. she loves them all and does everything she can to help others. Mira is sweet and kind and wonderful. at least on the surface she is. Her kind and caring nature is simply a front that she puts on. In reality she has a deep loathing for anyone how is happy and peppy. Its nothing she can really explain, she just sees everyone as less than herself. She is better than this place and better than all these goody two shoes that waltz around in perfect bliss. She tried to understand their happiness, but the more she thinks about it the more it makes her sick. Loathing of others behind a mask of love is Mirari.

Plots:
- Mirari is really going to try hard to see were her loathing comes from and how others seem so happy all the time. She will want to talk to others and follow others around, under the excuse that she is interested in their lives or stories, but really she is just trying to see what they see in the world

- Are her siblings as different as her? She will confide in either one or both of her siblings to see if they view the world the same way as her.

- Keeping secrets, or rather, how long will she be able to hold on her facade of happiness when she really just wants to tell everyone how much she hates them.

- I could see Mirari seeking power. After all she sees everyone as under her anyways, so rising in the ranks of the herd would only be natural.

- The big question in the end would be does Mirari fight with her loathing of others and bear her burden in silence, doomed to live a comfy but less than content life in the herd, or does she leave and try to find home else were? It all depends on how thing play out I guess.

- I have a feeling she might at one point seek out her father, but she would not do it if it hurts her mothers feelings, or endangers the herd, because she understands that her herd is her family, and even though she may not like them, she understands the importance of having friends.

Soquili Slogan: You couldn't hove picked a better owner than me ;D
(get it, like could not have, but its hove instead...like a horses hove...hehe...get it)

Prompt Response: #2

Mirari paced in a circle, her hooves making a little trail in the grass as she walked around and around. Today, her mother had informed her, would be a special day because her cousins was coming to visit. In all honesty Mira just wasn’t sure if she could take anymore of it. All of those dumb, bouncing, bright, cousins and extended family, it just never ended. She had been forced to converse with member after member. Everyone was just so eager to meet the new herd foals. Mira was at her wits end. Each one of them made her want to throw up, with their happy demeanor and their genuine smiles.

It wasn’t their fault, Mirari knew that much, so she did her best to be kind. Each cousin was met with polite conversation and the ever so expected foal bubbliness. After all Mira was a master at acting. She had so far duped everyone into thinking that she was your average happy go lucky foal. The truth was though, her whole family made her sick.

Mirari stopped her circling, for someone was coming over to engage with her. She shook her head to clear it of all unkind thoughts and plastered a smile on her face. No doubt they would tell her how nice the weather was and how green the grass is, and she would nod and smile and giggle. It was a regular routine. They were close enough now that she could make out their face. With bright happy colors splashed around a smile that just reeked with happy...happy, happy, happy, all the time...the corner of Mirari’s mouth twitched a bit, but she got it under control. She knew that the herd was nice and genuine. They did not look down on her because of her differences, but that did not stop her from looking down on them. They were scum, glitter trinkets compared to her, but they would never know that. She would never let them know that. After all, it is better to be surrounded by idiots, and considered an equal, than to be a king to no one.

EDIT - prompt is now entered

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Name:
Male: Crown of Thorns ("Crown" or "'Thorns" for short)
Female: Madonna Lily


Name Meaning:
I know that many of Messiah and his siblings have Biblical, falsely revereant names, kind of a perversion of the holy in Lucifer's line, which I would love to continue.

And the mother, Florian, comes from a family and herd associated with flowers (including a coming of age ritual to find a flower to represent themselves)

So I picked names that have both floral and biblical references.
* Madonna Lily is the flower of Easter, and a reference to the Madonna.

* Crown of Thorns - A nod to the rose circlet Florian has (and the rose theme of her family) as well as the Biblical crown of thorns. Also, there is a "crown of thorns" plant. It is meant to be a painful mockery of a claim to destiny (king) - an inversion of a badge of honor as well as a painful punishment. The "Crown of Thorns" plant also has beautiful pink flowers that mask a very thorny stem - a lovely exterior, but causes pain if touched. This would be the soquili in a nutshell. ((Even if the foal is halloween twisted, I see him or her having a kind of graceful, regal bearing, and a manipulatively charming talent.

I could also see that self-aware or not, the mother perhaps picking a name for the (presumably) eerie foal with dark heritage that is uplifting and optimistic - beautiful white (or pink) flowers despite his or her dark coat (a guess based on basket color).

For the purpose of this entry, I'm going to pretend that the foal is a male, but anything will be just as relevant if it's a girl ^^.



Temper: Discordant


Personality: Crown of Thorns feels star-crossed.
As a foal, everything he does, he feels like he's making a mockery out of it. His best intentions turn out like he intentionally sabotaged a project or is making a sarcastic commentary on others' attempts. Not only does this frustrate and hurt him, but often others around him as well who think he might be being deliberately insulting. For example, picking some flowers to make one of his herdmates cheer up might end up unwittingly ruining a carefully cultivated garden. Or procuring a tasty snack for a friend with some difficultly-obtained honey (that got him stung) attracts a bear that goes after his friend.

Growing up, He feels uncomfortable and out of place, yet finds it remarkably easy to act nice to others finding the right words to say to earn trust, but just as easily as he's done so, he finds himself stirring up more trouble; artfully criticizing someone, causing them to doubt themselves, or seeding suspicion onto another soquili. He'll find a lie tumbling from his lips before he even thinks about what he's saying, but once it's said, it's hard to take back.

To make things more difficult for him, even though he DOES feels guilty for it, he enjoys seeing others argue or at odds with each other, delighting in schadenfreude - something bad happening to someone ELSE.

It makes Thorns feel like despite what he does or his intentions, he's destined for darkness - that no good deed goes unpunished and he struggles against this twisted birthright.

Plots:

• A Rose by Any Other Name - Thorns deals with the discord between what is expected of him and what he feels. He is given an uplifting name, a reminder of good coming from tragedy, but can he fulfill the expectations of his mother? Is he as good as she and the rest of the herd expect him to be? He doesn't feel like it.
  
  
• Fruit of the Poisoned Tree I'd be curious as far as whether or not Thorns and his siblings would be told who his father is. If they're told, it would only be the chip on his shoulder that might be a self-fulfilling prophecy that he can't be a good soquili with a father like that. If he's not told, it might eat at him, wondering what secret he doesn't know - what is so bad that it isn't talked about and might even goad him to go find out.
  
  
• Sewing Seeds of Doubt- I could see Thorns making a concentrated effort to be a good, productive and beneficial part of the herd regardless of his appearance, and being unwilling to admit how much the corruption is more than just skin deep. However, the harder he tries, the more subconscious urges and defeatist mentality tries edges in. Nihilistic thoughts about seeding discord among the herdmembers flits through his head, and the idea of starting arguments through little lies about what others might have said about another herdmate is where it starts and he gives in a bit to such whims. After all... little lies can't really hurt, right?
  
  
• Crown of Thorns - In his coming of age ritual, he tries to find his namesake plant, to be met with a thorny, viney plant hidden beneath a pretty flower.
  
  
• Seeds of Destruction - In the past, Demon has attacked the herd and tried to make off with Briallan, Thorns's aunt. The attempt was unsuccessful, but perhaps not the end of this antagonist. Perhaps there is venom left in Demon's failure that might lead him to attempt to coerce Thorns to help him from within. This could also be manifested through meeting his father and his honeyed words and attempts to lead Thorns astray.
  Or maybe Thorns, anxious about the twisted thoughts and impulses in his head self-exiles himself to seek out his "own kind". More from a defeatist "I'm a demon" mentality than a "mwa ha ha ha I'm going to be a villain".
  
  
• The Grass is Always Greener... - I see consorting with Demon or another evil soquili not really feeling comfortable for Thorns either. Misplaced in the Primrose herd or not, his good upbringing and mother wouldn't make Thorns a completely corrupted/evil soquili. He'd feel out of place and caught between two worlds. But if he feels he can't fit in with his family, he might try to throw himself headlong in the other direction, seeing it as his destiny and cross to bear.
  
  I would like to see Thorns confronted with his misdeeds if swept up in trying to fulfill what he fears might be his destiny. I think it would be a traumatic and character building moment for Thorns to be faced with the reprocussions of his actions. Maybe a scheme he sets into play hurts someone he never wanted to see hurt. Maybe he just gets swept up and doesn't realize just what he's doing until it's too late. But regardless, he has taken on this mantle of false bravado in attempting to be some sort of evil tyrant that winds up hurting him. It could be an epiphany moment that he doesn't have to be like that. That in trying to be what he doesn't want to be, he's only hurting himself and others.
  
  
• Late Bloomer - Sometimes it's the flower that grows in the shade and takes the longest to develop that grows up to be the most beautiful. Thorns will find his place in the world. Maybe it's back in the Primrose herd after all - if they can forgive him for any wrongs he might have done. Or maybe it's starting a new herd or family of his own, or even finding a herd more in line with him. He's not evil, but he's not pure of soul, either. Maybe he learns to embrace his more manipulative nature, and finds a sense of peace within himself. His life is HIS decision to make, and he doesn't have to worry about what he may or may not be "fated" to be.
  
  
• I'd like to also reserve plots and personality fodder for whatever traits and Halloween twist this foal might have smile I like taking inspiration. For example, maybe if there is a floral bent like the mother, the foal might have a green thumb - or the opposite and the questionable heritage perverting and twisting an affection for flowers with being unable to keep them alive/tend to wither in his presence.
  
  Maybe he's darkly handsome, and that plays into his allure - soquili want to trust him, and he wants friends, but can't help but ruin relationships and sabotage them from the inside.
  Or maybe his Halloween twist leaves him overtly deformed, and this is another crux that he has to get past in trying to form relationships with those who didn't grow up with him.
  
  Likewise, the above isn't even set in stone, but a few ideas based on the concepts of the family and herd that the foal would grow up in. I like leaving some things to possible future development and not pre-specifying everything about the future soquili smile
  
  

Soquili Slogan: Yes we Can-ter!

Prompt Response: #2




The colt flopped down in the dewey grass with a long, belabored sigh.

"You'd never beleive it..." the little colt harumphed, grey eyes flicking to meet the other's. "Today was the worst. Even worse than yesterday, and that's sayin' something."

He rolled over, kicking his ungainly long foal-legs up in the air, as if he were trying to roll the bad memories away in the wet grass.

"I don't get it. I try, I REALLY do." He continued, earnestly. "I thought mom would LIKE the flowers I picked for her. She likes flowers. She has the pretty flowers she wears in her mane. I spent a LOT of time picking the right ones... making them look pretty together. I thought I'd show I could do something RIGHT.... Something she'd be proud of me for... Hey, now don't look at me like that. I know what you're thinking. I didn't KNOW, okay? How was I supposed to?

... Anyway..." The colt glared at his friend with a pout before continuing his story. "I didn't see the scorpion in it. Not until it stung her when she put on the wreath I made her. She whinnied So loud. It wasn't my fault, OK? I just have TERRIBLE luck! I mean... she's okay... but seeing her shake it off... stamp on the flowers along with the scorpion..." He sighed again, flopped in the grass.

"I know she didn't mean to hurt my feelings, but she did, anyway. And if that was it... well. I mean, it hurt, but I've done stuff like that before. I tried to help.... I heard there's some plants that can draw the poison out of a sting or something. I THOUGHT I knew what it looked like...

'Cept it wasn't the right one." He winced. "I think she thought I did it on purpose - I REALLY didn't. And MY face itches now, too. It's all... red and itchy and burny.... I mean... I deserve it... her neck's all itchy now, too. And I can't even fix it."

".... yeah, I know.. and you're right. I don't belong there. Not really. I mean... I love them... Mom... Aunt Bria... all of them. But I can't seem to do anything right. I'm such a screw up. I just am making them upset... or hurt them... and I don't mean to, but sometimes I just say things... Maybe it would be better for them if I just left." He sniffed, resting his chin on his front hooves and looking up at the other set of eyes.

"You're the only one that seems to listen to me." He forced a smile up at the little spider obliviously resting in its web, hoping for small insects.

Thorn knew it didn't understand him. But at least it didn't yell at him, and he had managed, so far at least - not to hurt the little thing high up in its web.

"Thanks for listenin' again, spider." He huffed, glancing back over his shoulder. "I think I hear mom.... I should head back or else I'm probably going to be in trouble... again."

he rolled to his feet and with his tail between his legs, he slinked back towards the herd, hoping that it would be over soon and the next day at least wouldn't be as bad as today.

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Name: male(Leviathan), female(Kynreeve)

Name Meaning: Leviathan is a demon/monster/beast. Kynreeve is taken from the Skyrim bestiary, from a Dremora Kynreeve
Temper: [Deceptive/Manipulative]

Personality: [ personality Is the same for both, but will refer to it as Kynreeve]

Kynreeve is a quite the actress, she can fit and mold her personality to fit most any situation. As a foal she will pretend to put curses and hexes on people she doesn’t like. She loves her mother dearly, and protects her with “spells” when she isn’t looking.

She is very aware that she is different. She constantly compares herself to the other members of the herd. Face to face they are pleasant to her, but she sees from the corner of her eye, she knows how they look at her. It’s disgusting. Kynreeve is convinced the other members of the herd have it in for her, a mixture of an overactive imagination and paranoia.

But it’s all in her head, and she keeps it to herself. Kynreeve holds up a façade in front of her mother and the others, (she will be more open and honest with the siblings though depending on personality :3) She is suave and convincing and will discreetly pin two people together in hopes to instigate a fight. If she learns that you might have a rough history with someone, she will bring up that history and release it into the air again. She gets a thrill from watching others fight and squabble, and that thrill is even more satisfying when she has instigated it.

But that’s the only part of fighting she enjoys, being the spectator. If she is confronted with anything, she plays innocent and denies everything. But she is so smooth with her tongue she will quickly turn the confrontation around and blame it on another, or make the accuser feel guilty for blaming her! If someone were to physically fight her, she would cower or run away, or even find someone to fight for her! She will avoid physically fighting at all cost.

Plots: (couldn’t write all of them ><, but these can be changed or added onto to accommodate siblings and family plots)

-I am clearly different: confronted by other more “normal” looking foals and makes obvious observations, will examine them and decide that her and her siblings are clearly superior.

-Your mama is so…: someone insults her mother, this challenges her morals and answers who she most cares about. She will fiercely defend her mother’s honor with a quick tongue lashing!

-the instigator: want her to befriend two other soq then feed them lies to pin them against each other. This will boost her confidence in her ability to manipulate others.

-getting into trouble: Her web of lies is beginning to catch up to her. This pressures her to either come clean or leave the herd.

-tired of playing nice: soon after her coming of age ceremony, (she will pick the lily of the valley flower, it is innocent looking but poisonous) she will make a scene and become incredibly disrespectful and rebellious. And expose her dark nature.

-to find ones like me: she will leave the herd and attempt to find her father, in hopes of making a better connection. Perhaps he will understand her dark nature and help her cope with it.

-realization: after being on her own for a while, she realizes that she misses her mother. She sneaks back into the herd for the night to apologize to her mother, and confesses that she never meant to hurt her or dishonor her. She will then leave the herd again (or make a close escape, that could be fun!) and continue searching for her father.

-will eventually come to terms with whom and what she is, (hopefully with some guidance from dad or siblings) and will be content with life for the moment. Will understand that she will always have a hard time keeping meaningful relationships but just can’t help but ruin the lives around her and make them miserable. ;3 She is furiously passive aggressive, and will sabotage things that won’t take affect until much later!

Soquili Slogan: Nothin’ says Twisted Tunnel lovin’ like a bun in the oven! ;D

Prompt Response: [3](response is mostly her thought process/feelings)

Kynreeve knew she was different than the others in the herd. Apart from her mother’s black roses, she looked mostly “normal” to the standards. She carried the markings of their father, and her siblings stood out. Because they most resembled their father, Kynreeve naturally felt a little alienated. Mother tried hard to remedy that, and flooded her with affection.

Kynreeve enjoyed her mother’s cheerful optimism; she was a bit envious of it actually. She wished she could gleefully think that everything was normal, when it clearly wasn't. But at least she could act like it was. Acting was a natural talent of hers. Even on her worst of days she could put on a smile, and talk sweetly, as if nothing was amiss. She always wondered if her mother actually did the same thing; was her simple and loving manner just a ruse to fool them, did she think them abominations? No, it was obvious that she didn't have a single wicked bone in her body, she was so pure in her intentions, Kynreeve wondered if she thought about anything negative at all.

She wasn't sure what her siblings thought, but she viewed herself and her family as being superior to the other members of the herd. She hated sharing pleasantries with them; they should worship her, or even fear her. She was young, and could play the innocence card for a while yet. She would play their game; lure them in, turn then on each other if she could. And when the time came, it would be point, set, and match. Then they would know who was worthy, it was she who deserved top shelf. Then they wouldn't dare shun or shame them again.

Her and her siblings’ obvious mutations were nothing to be ashamed of. They were “genetically gifted” as she liked to label it, and she would be damned if anyone tried to let them think any different. The twisted tunnel had blessed her family not ruined it. The effects of the twisted tunnel granted her a frame of mind that otherwise might not be available, she gagged at the thought of being a sweet mindless sheep; she couldn't imagine being anything but the wolf.

Extra: Thank you for reading! I hope I interpreted the mother correctly! >< if not I am sorry, just tried to go off of what I know from the first page. I wanted to thank you for so generously offering this beautiful basket! I hope you find what you are looking for.

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Name: Zephaniah [Both Genders]

Name Meaning: “Hidden by God” [Sort of nod towards dad’s name]

Temper: Irrational

[Will go with a male gender in responses to make things easier]

Personality:

An Introduction for “He”, as he is an important part of who Zeph is::
He whispers. He’s always whispering about this and that, though none of it ever makes any sense to those on the outside. His wide eyes are always shifting, as if judging with great paranoia. His family, no, even they can’t be trusted. They would call him crazy, right? Yes, then they would take “Him” away from him, and that cannot, will not, happen. “He” is the only one who understands him. “He” is the only one who will ever accept him for who he is; faults and all. “He” must be kept safe. At least that is what “He” whispers to him.

“You are not normal,” “He” says. “Look at how they stare at you with their judgment. You are nothing, pathetic, sickly, a freak, and a burden. You will never be as they are, and this is unacceptable. Tell me, when was the last time you smiled? Me, no, I will never abandon you. I love you. I care for you…”

Act normal “He” says. Just act normal until the time comes. Have trust. Enjoy your youth while you can. “I will always protect you” “He” says, “As long as you stay by my side.”
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Zephaniah is a naturally ambitious and focused individual, though where his focus lies is anything but healthy for someone as young as himself, or for some, anyone for that matter. The voice which plagues his every thought and dream, the voice which he cannot understand, and yet hangs on its very word; it protects him like an angel while speaking with the devil’s tongue. It is a growing addiction for him. It leads him. It caresses him. It is his only trusted friend. It taints and manipulates him for its own reasons. It is him and yet he cannot see it through his young naïve nature.

Through this voice, Zephaniah, once lively and bubbly during his first few months outside the confines of his basket, grows distant, fidgety and anti-social. His eyes, they grow dim with irritation, paranoia, sadness, and at times wide with surprise as hallucinations start to pour through. His voice, once cheerful, grows low, stuttering, and dips itself with rudeness. His legs grow shaky as if the earth beneath him is constantly quaking.

Somewhere deep within, where the numbness as not yet settled, he still feels pain for the things he is pushing away. “Why can’t you help me?” he silently cries out to his family. “Why allow this thing to take me? Do you not care for me, like you say you do? Just leaving me to sink in to hell…”

As time goes on Zephaniah grows deaf to the outside world, which he sees as nothing more than a dim, chaotic, parasitic and filthy. There is no order. There is no structure. Just a bunch of pigs scrambling around for their own survival, and yet many are more than content to live in such a world as if nothing is wrong.

The only thing that brings him any sense of happiness is the fact that there are predators out there that are more than happy to prey upon such individuals and put them out of their optimistic misery. Oh, how he longs to become one of them. To be able to preach his thoughts to the diseased masses as he listens to the song within their blood, only to be amplified by the sound of their last breath, oh that would make him so happy. Maybe one day “He” will allow him to do so. But not now, the time is not yet right.


Plots:

.::”He” is “He”::.
Some secrets cannot stay secrets forever. Somewhere along the line someone within the herd, or a passing strangers overhears a conversations Zephaniah is having with “He”. At first they may think the foal is just talking to himself or an imaginary friend, but as they play along and or question the young foal they will start to see this “friend” is not so innocent. Will they think Zephaniah has taken a few blows to the head, his imagination has taken a weird turn, or that something darker is in the works?


.::Everything passes::.
This would happen as Zephaniah is starting to descend in to his new anti-social tendencies.

There is a point in every child’s life when they learn of mortality. It is not an easy time, and leaves a scar on their emotion and heart.

At some point Zephaniah has accepted the company of a small robin, however their friendship is short lived with the foal finds his new found friend dead. He does not understand it; he may even deny it though he knows the truth deep down. The passing of this friend has left the foal devastated, and he will need the words of another to help him accept and understand it all.

.::Answer my question!::.
I just think it would be amusing for a family member to answer the age old question of, “Where do babies come from?” 8D

.: razz lay nice::.
There will always be that one kid you meet during your childhood that you never quite like for some reason. Are they too loud? Maybe they are too friendly for your liking. Maybe it’s the pure fact that your mother wants you to be their friend, and in a fit of stubbornness you just refuse to be their friend, ever.

Well take that, and mix it with Zephaniah’s newly budding anti-social ways and you just get one unhappy foal. This is a play date set for disaster…
I would like Zephaniah to run in to this foal once again during their adult years for amusement sake.

.::Mother Dearest::. [Young Adult Plot]
He always questioned why he is the way he is, why fate dealt him the cards he has come to accept, yet hate. Was it all a cruel joke, or does his life have a purpose he has yet to find?

At this point Zephania does not understand how he feels about the world that is slowly choking him. His views are starting to grey, and his optimism is how jaded to say the least. He is slowly slipping away, and he no longer knows what to do besides questioning everything while slowly dragging himself around. The young adult is but a corpse.

As the title states, it would be a mother and son type of plot.

Zephaniah has always held his mother in high regards, even during his darker hours. She was basically his shining star, the one thing he could look to whenever he felt darkness closing in around him. With her around he believed he could survive through all his faults. But as he slips so does his thoughts of her. His memories, his emotions, they are all starting to cloud over. Now he doesn’t know what to think of her. Now all he can feel is a sort of resentment towards her.

If she loves him then why not help him? Why stand back and watch as he falls? Was “He” right? Were her acts and words of love all a lie? Maybe all his troubles were nothing but a show for her and everyone else within the herd.

I would like Zephaniah to confront his mother and question why he is the way he is, as if he believes she has all the answers. Paranoia and anger may set in, which would cause Zephaniah to lose himself within himself. Threats may be thrown around, and at this point I would like this to be the turning point where he finally starts to “fall”. It would be the start of him embracing “He” and the teachings, where he takes a leap in to his darker self and stops trying to fight it all for the sake of being “acceptable”. He is not, so why try?

.::Twisted personifications::. [Young Adult]
Over the years Zephaniah has become dependent upon “He”. The voice, in a way, is like a stand in for the lack of a father figure. “He” guides him, comforts him, and teaches him, and so on. But nothing lasts forever, and at some point the child has to be thrown out of the nest.

“He” will eventually grow silent sometime after Zephaniah runs off away from his family to be out on his own. He believes he can learn more and do more away from the eyes of the family, though the world is filthier than he could have ever imagined.

As the voice vanished the male grows cold and even more paranoid. He is truly alone now. There is no guidance. There are no whispers that give him ideas. There is no one to encourage him and give him hidden company; that is until a new presence shows itself.

This plot will give Zephaniah a new mentor of sorts; someone to guide him out in the real world and show him what is means to survive within the shadows. The male is nothing more than a bud, a naïve weakling. Alone even a young kalona could possibly take him down with no trouble. Though, Zephaniah’s naïve nature could possibly be used to this mentor’s advantage. A follower, a pet, or a tool? Who knows. “He” is surely interested to see what becomes of his lesser half.

Soquili Slogan: Don’t let your children get caught in the dark. Accept population control and neighborhood watch with Oyohusa, because he cares. <3

Prompt Response:
3) The Primrose and Hope Herd has many vibrant, bright colored members whereas you look a tad bit…different. You are a Twisted Tunnel offspring after all. How do you react to looking different? Do you embrace your uniqueness or feel embarrassed?

To be looked down upon, to be seen as a freak all because someone had to make the choice to conceive when the curse of All Hallows Eve was upon the land, it was not something he asked for, not that he could with having no real conscious at the time anyway. Though, at times he did question if he would look any different had his parents crossed paths at any other time.

Would his fur still be stained the same darkness of the night? Would his body be branded with the markings passed on to him by a male he has yet to see? …Would he still be plagued by a certain voice that tries to instill such confusing thoughts within him?

Normalcy, he saw it every day, and yet he had no idea what it was, what it feet like. To him it must have felt good to be able to walk around with no stares, no whispers, though he had yet to figure out that it was all a lie thanks to “He”.

They stare. They whisper. They judge. Why, because they do not know any better. You are an outsider, a freak. You are nothing more, but maybe much less to them. Maybe something less than the dirt beneath their hooves…

Such words hit him hard. Surely, even if he was “cursed”, even if he was “different” his mother still loved him, right? Mothers are supposed to love their children, no matter what, at least that was what his small mind told him. Surely she loved him. Surely she did not think him a freak.

“No,” he said with a shake of his head. “No, th-they love-“

What do you know of love? Love is nothing but a word, a figment of over active emotions and imagination. Someone can speak of love, but it is nothing but a lie! How would you know? YOU. DON’T.

“But Mama, she acts…she says, but…” Zephaniah had no idea where he was going with his shattered train of thought.

Why try? He would never, could never, win against “He”. He would never be normal as far as he was concerned. But still, he hoped with all of his little heart the he was at least accepted and loved by someone…

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Name: Morgana {F} / Cían {M}

Name Meaning:
Cían: ancient, distant, legendary, amazing
Morgana: circling sea or great brightness

Temper: Bewitching {F} / Charming {M}

Personality: {Will be using Morgana, but since both of them are similar in temperament, the personality could be used for both of them in many ways.}

Morgana is as bewitching as a full moon night: alluring, charming, a beacon in the dark, regal, soothing, a mysteriously lovely enigma.

Having a darker appearance, has not made Morgana into a negative foal, but one who embraces each day and tries to find a silver lining in each cloud. She is proud to embrace the fact that she is different than the rest of the soquili in her mother’s herd; she loves that she shares the appearance of a creature of the night, for when the stars are shining, she feels the most alive. Danger does not scare the filly; she grips the heart pounding, adrenalin pumping scenarios, with glee and is always looking for more ways to defy the definition of what is dangerous.

Herd life has taught the filly many wonderful aspects about life and family, but she feels that there is still more to life than what she has been told. Her ability to flirt with danger and stallions is innate, not something she picked up from those she lives with. Flirting for her is similar to going on an adventure, it gives her a rush and when the stallions begin to follow her around, a sense of accomplishment fills Morgana.

There is more to Morgana than just a pretty face and a flirtatious attitude; she is wily and wry, similar to the vixens that live in the woods. Her mind is like a sponge when it comes to information and she can’t seem to get enough of it, always wanting to know more about each story or lesson that was being told or taught.

Family is important to her, she would cross oceans, scale mountains, fly to the heavens for the ones she loved. She is devoted to them and would not let anyone (besides herself) pick on her siblings or cause them any kind of harm.

Plots:
☽Mom, Why am I different?: Before Morgana embraces the fact that she is different and should love herself the way she is, she feels uncomfortable in her skin. Why are her and her siblings so dark and twisted? Morgana and Florian have a deep mother daughter conversation.
☽ Protective Older Sister: Morgana comes across someone teasing her siblings about their appearance. Her own worry about what she looks like is forgotten when she goes to face the bully.
☽ The Lure of the Moon: One night Morgana looks up to the heavens and sees the glowing Full Moon above her. She encounters another who was lured by the moon’s glow. Will they become friends or is it only a temporary meeting under the night sky?
☽ Different is Only a Perspective: Morgana encounters another soquili who is shocked by her dark appearance. Will she be able to convince them she is not much different than them?
☽ Flirting with Danger: Countless times the young of the herd have been warned away from this one spot in the woods, Morgana, throwing caution to the wind goes to investigate. Will she be able to convince her siblings to come with? Or does she go alone? What does she find there that the adults do not want them to see?
☽ Herd Talk: Morgana talks with each member of the herd and gets to know her extended family.
☽ Adventuring Away: A restless feeling settles over the mare and she feels like she needs to see more of life than what is contained within the herd. She sets off on an adventure away from the herd, meeting different soquili as she travels.
☽ Twisted as Me: While on her adventures, she encounters other soquili that were blessed by the Halloween Spirit. Are they like her, accepting of who they are or do they believe themselves to be monsters?
☽ The Unexpected Journey: As she travels the lands away from the The Primrose and Hope Herd, Morgana hears a rumor about a dark stallion with six Kalona wings and spider web markings all over his body. Inspiration hits and she goes off in search for the stallion who could be her father, meeting interesting characters along the way that will either imped or benefit her journey.
☽ I am your daughter: Morgana finally finds her father and has a conversation with him. How will the conversation go? Will he accept her as his daughter or send her on her way?
☽ To Love a Flirt: A stallion enters Morgana’s life who is immune to her flirtatious ways, but still finds himself bewitched by the dark mare. Morgana is amazed that the stallion does not follow her around like a love sick puppy and starts to notice the change in her feelings.
☽ We are Family: After all her traveling, Morgana realizes that the one place in the world she wants to be is back with her family in the The Primrose and Hope Herd. She makes her way back to the one family that never strayed far from her heart.

Soquili Slogan: Don't swap soquilis in midstream! Keep Moving Forward!

Prompt Response:


Who says that being different is a bad thing? Why must one perspective change the outlook of all others? The silent whispers about her appearance used to weigh heavily upon her heart, she hated the fact that she was different, and not like the others, for how could you fit in, when you stood out like a bat in a sea of butterflies? Morgana had fervently wished that she had the splash of color the rest of the herd had, instead of the dark shadows that made up most of her appearance. Her opinion of herself changed after she had a conversation with her mother, the mare who loved her with her whole heart and soul, despite the shadowy appearance of her daughter. Words of wisdom filled the filly’s ears and she knew what she must do; she had to accept herself for who she was and embrace the fact that she was a daughter of the Night.

Eyes of pale silver gazed at the reflection in the water, when the realization hit, she was beautiful in her own mysterious way. Different did not equal ugly or mean that one should feel ashamed of how they looked. From that day on, Morgana, daughter of the darkness and night, a gift from the spirits of Halloween, accepted her difference and wore it as a shroud. Others began to see her as an enigma, one they tried to explain, but found she was not easily classified into one category or the other.

The young filly accepts fully who she is, that she is dark because of her father and from the spirits of Halloween. She is herself and she does not wish to make herself appear any different to appease those around her. Morgana does not ask them to change for her, so she believes they should not ask the same. Her uniqueness is what sets her apart from everyone in her herd except her siblings who are like her in so many ways.

Morgana loves each and every member of the herd, be they bright or dark, and she does not hold it against them when she catches them staring from the corner of her eye. Yes, she was different, but different is a good thing.

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*Unless stated otherwise (like for the name), everything will work for a female or male. For ease of reading, ‘he’ will be referred to as male.

Name: Zhadrin [male], Zhanira [female]

Name Meaning: Zhadrin and Zhanira are made-up names so they have no predetermined meaning. I’ll admit that Zhanira was influenced by the name Zhadrin along with ‘Zira’ which means ‘hate’ from Scar’s lead lioness from The Lion King though.

Temper: Compliant

Personality: He is a curious, intelligent, and courageous (under the shyness) fellow. Youth has dictated all foals to be playful and adventurous, and he is no exception to that rule. However, he is far more relaxed than many others his age and more often than not can be found by his mother’s side, listening to any and all stories she has to tell. Her word is law, and he is more than eager to follow suit as well as to be a sturdy and admirable influence on his other two siblings as well. He generally finds few things to be weird and is not the hateful type of fellow, but this could be the innocence of youth shining through. He is the type of fellow to bounce back from any insult or comment and not take things personally. Or, at least, he will be like this until he meets the stranger in the End of Innocence plot. Once that occurs, his personality will start to warp, and the mental battle between good and ‘not so good’ will begin. As his plots progress, that battle will potentially gain a deeper and deeper gap between good and ‘not so good’, possibly even becoming ‘not so good’ and ‘not so evil’ to even ‘not so evil’ and ‘evil’.

However, at the heart of it, he still wants to do the right thing. It’s just a matter of what is ‘right’ and what is ‘wrong’ that will be brought into question and effectively determine what he ends up doing with his life and what sort of influence he will become. His mother currently represents all that is good in life, but if he goes to the dark side, so to speak, then his new mentor will replace her. It is doubtful he will ever fully become evil to the point that he will have no redeemable side to him, and it is possible that he could even be convinced back to the ‘good’ side at a later point in his life, if he even drops into this evil side, but, at this point in time, it’s difficult to determine which way he will go.

It is all dependent on his plots and interactions with other soquili for how he will be shaped.

Plots: (Family/herd plots are love. <3 I’d definitely like to get some of those going before/while some of these other key plots are going on so I’ve got a better idea of where this foal is coming from before future plots are underway. It is critical to see where s/he’s coming from before determining where s/he’s going to go. ^^)

End of Innocence;; All this time, he’s been listening to his mother and relying solely on her love to prove that he is no different than anyone else in the herd. Her words are stronger than anyone else’s in the herd so he has been able to more or less ignore any of the looks passed his and his siblings’ way. However, he then meets someone outside of the herd (or perhaps someone inside) who directly tells him that he’s weird/different/foul, that he’s doomed for evil and a life of solitude, and no matter how much love he receives, his fate will not be changed. The stranger’s words settle deep within him for some reason, and it is only then that he becomes more worried and self-conscious about what the others in the herd say about him and his outside appearance.

‘Fouls’ versus Foals;; This plot could either solely be about family-bonding with his two siblings, involve other foals completely, or be a mix of the two, depending on the personalities of his siblings. Although it’ll be used as a bonding experience and development, this plot can easily shape how well he views himself able to create and maintain friendships/familial bonds and thus affect future character development. Bullying, for example, could either make him get shyer or even possibly confrontational depending on how active and what type of bullying occurred. Even bullying that happens before the End of Innocence plot will probably just make him shyer and more attached to his mother.

You said What Now?;; This is a little break from the overall ‘good vs evil’ theme, and it depends on the personalities of his siblings and/or what friends he’s made. If he and his siblings don’t get along or he has little to no close friends, then it’s possible this plot will focus on a stranger. Either way, this plot will involve him standing up for someone else and possibly protecting them. Whether he’s successful or not (and the potential victim is thankful or not), he still held his ground which made him feel proud of himself for being able to do something good and not care what others thought. It is also possible he could be defending the stranger in the End of Innocence plot which could make for some interesting plot development, but this tidbit is not set in stone.

The Darkness Inside;; Regardless of how he feels about himself, he knows that he has to at least meet his supposed dark side as he refuses to cower away from it. Although he is afraid of becoming one with the dark, he knows that he must know that he is able to resist it in order to properly get over his fear, become one with himself, and become a real adult. This plot is aimed at him meeting his father face to face, but, if his father has no interest in meeting him at this time (aka thinks him too weak/meek/unworthy or just wants to wait to become more involved), then this plot can easily work with other soquili.

Soquili Slogan: “A third basket in every breeding and a custom in every herd” from Hoover’s “a chicken in every pot and a car in every garage.”

Prompt Response:

- Sometimes I write notes to myself in order to form a prompt response before I actually start writing it so then I know what direction to take it rather than writing to fill the space. The italicized portion is just a narrative that my notes created. Figured I would leave it in here to give a different perspective of the way my interpretation of this foal would think, but feel free to skip it. ^^ -

There are a number of reasons why you feel afraid. There was that voice you heard, the one that planted the seeds of doubt in your young mind. Until then, you were innocent. You believed yourself to be no different from the rest of the herd, just a little darker in color, but that meant nothing as you were too young and naive to believe it meant anything else. You ignored the stories because your mother gave you all the love you needed, and you had your siblings. You were not alone. But then the voice ruined it. Or perhaps merely enlightened you.Then you noticed the strife caused by the nature of your father, and you cannot help but wonder how much of it is hereditary. Already your coat resembles his darkness, and you’ve never met him. You’ve only heard stories. How then, can you be expected to be twisted? Because of your coat. You look different. Thus, you must be different. But you are unsure if your difference merely keeps to your coat or extends to your personality as well. And so, you are curious. But afraid. You don’t want to be different, but you already are. And that scares you more than anything else because no matter what, you cannot fully be like the rest of your bright and vibrant herd, no matter how much you try to act like them. You know you’re different. All you need is the influence to unravel your true nature. You need to be exposed to both sides of the world, and you’ve only seen the light. You need to face the dark in order to know for sure that you will not be tempted by it and that you are only your father’s son/daughter by blood, nothing more.]

Every day is exactly the same. The sun rises, and the world explodes in color as the others in the herd rise from their sleep and go about their day. Everybody in the herd lands is coated in vibrant shades... all except for him and his siblings. This used to merely be a fact of life, something he couldn’t change so he accepted it for what it was. They were different, but that was okay. Their mother loved them, and that was all they needed.

Sure... there were times every now and then that he saw the looks they got and heard the whispers... but that’s all they were: looks and whispers. They were nothing compared to the strong voice and love they received from their mother. Her reassurances easily washed away any and all insecurities that could have developed in the small amount of time he was away from her side. While it took two parents to create them, it was their mother who brought them into this world, and there was nothing but love and support in her eyes and voice. Their father was an absent figure, to this point, so why should he have any influence over them? That’s right, he shouldn’t. He wasn’t involved so he didn’t matter. All that mattered was Mother.

That was the way he thought up until he met the one voice that would change his life and give him all the doubts he had ignored up until now. That one voice ruined it all or perhaps merely enlightened him to the truth he had been too naive to see. He knew he looked different from everyone else. All he needed to do was glance down at his nimble youthful legs or glance into the pond or other source of water to see how dark he looked in comparison to the rest of the herd, but it hadn’t mattered. He acted no different than any other foal, except for perhaps being a bit of a Momma’s boy or being too imaginative, but that latter aspect of him was still attributed to youth. He also happened to like night time and the darkness. For whatever reason, it was calming, but he never questioned it. Everyone is brought into life from darkness of the womb and born into the light. It is the light that sears one’s eyes and drives away that comfortable darkness from whence we all came. But he never held anything against the light either for it showed him the world and how bright it could be. When the world got too bright, he could just close his eyes and be one with the dark again, in that quiet, warm solitude.

No one knew that except that voice, and that voice told him it wasn’t right. If he wanted to be one with the light and do the good things in life, then he could not also be one with the dark. The dark was to be feared, not embraced, and the mere fact that he found comfort in the dark showed that he was even more different than the rest.

Had he been older and more experienced, perhaps the foal would not have taken these words to heart. But the fact that these words had been directly spoken to him rather than merely whispered like he had grown up with had lodged them in his mind. They were the catalyst that made him pay more attention to what others said and how they looked at him. They made him realize that he was not as normal as he originally believed himself to be. From then on, his perspective changed, and he became more introspective and self-conscious about everything else. He didn’t want to be different. He wanted to be accepted as one of the herd, but how could he be when he was already looked down upon for something he couldn’t change? His coat was different. As if that wasn’t enough on its own, his father was still a presence. An absent presence, but a presence nonetheless. Without him, he and his siblings would not be here. Their coats were influenced by him so what else could be? What other secrets could be lurking within him, such as how unnatural it was for him to be so comforted by darkness?

Any time he heard a whisper or saw a look, he was reminded of how ultimately different he was so now he had a choice. He could fight the difference and prove that his coat was not reflective of his inner self or he could simply leave and be one with whatever he wished to be one with. But, in order to do that, he had to determine what his inner self was.