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Your Name: Ryuukishin
Entry: 1 of 1

Male:
Basket Name: Leif
Meaning: Dearly Loved (quack)
Temper: Covetous
Personality:
Leif is a slave to affections. As a foal, he struggled with his strange carnivorous tendencies and the nightmares of his subconscious mind. His parents were kind, and helped him come to terms with his unusual traits. They made it clear that, although he was different from other Soquili outside of their family, he was no more evil than anyone else. While most would have flourished under such gentle and understanding treatment, he did not. His mind grew twisted with such influence. He came to believe his darker tendencies were something that should have evoked pity and he did little to control them. On the contrary, he encouraged them, so desperate was he for the love of his fellow creatures.

That is not to say he is malicious. He desires only one thing, and that is to be loved by others, to be seen with eyes full of affection. His methods will prove insufficient, however, for who could love a stallion that purposely inflicted harm upon others, and describes happily, with vigorous detail, the contents of his nightmares and sufferings so that his own selfish wants can be fulfilled? When he realizes what once helped him as a foal does not apply to him as a stallion, he will redouble his efforts, and will likely come to harm those he cares about to force them to like him, or at least pretend they do.

His largest enemy is Daralis, the voice in his head. He liked her at first, for she’d chase away his dreams and had made his lust for meat easier to bear. But, as time passed, he found her influence grew stronger, and that her desires did not match with his own. He pushed her away from his predatory tastes and nightmares but could not remove her entirely and suffers for it. For, you see, while he prefers life within a herd, where he can constantly be surrounded by those who like him, and can like in return, Daralis has a penchant for travel. She is always urging him on, and forces a solitary lifestyle on him because of it. Those who know him for a while may grow to like him since, as it was previously mentioned, he does not mean to be malicious despite his faults. However, Soquili who meet him for only a brief amount of time have little opportunity to cultivate any sort of fondness for him. Leif may try to stay to continue working with his existing relationships, but always he is given an uncontrollable urge to move away, to be about, to distance himself both mentally and physically from familiar faces. And he hates it.

Female:
Basket Name: Daralis
Meaning: Beloved (neigh)
Temper: Opaque
Personality:
An enigmatic figure, Daralis is a mare who’s difficult to understand. This arises in part due to her own nature, for, like her mother the mother before her, she is a wanderer at heart and is unwilling to reveal too much of herself to any one Soquili. She fears growing attached to others, and, likewise, of others growing attached to her. This fear isn’t the result of any real experience she’s faced, but because of a strange voice that has resided within her since birth.

He calls himself Leif, and he holds Daralis’ affections jealously. He is always assuring his host that his love is great enough for her, and that she needs no other. And, as he is Daralis’ constant companion, she might have embraced his views had he not forced his predatory tastes and nightmarish views upon her.

Despite their differences, their relationship is stable. Daralis accepts her voice with the quiet submission of one who believes her other half to be a natural part of her, one who cannot be swayed or removed with any effort on her part. As for Leif, he is content so long as he is assured of his love. However, there may come a time when simply Daralis’ affection is not enough, and he may take control to seek out other sources of love.

Your Name: -[The Spoof]-
Entry: 2 of ?
Foal is: Female
Prompt #: 1
Your father takes you for a visit to his former home, his parents' herd in the desert. Your parents are not mated, and your father left home. You will be under much scrutiny by the herd, though all you can hear are their whispers. Due to your parent's trip through the twisted tunnel, you aren't exactly normal, either. How do you act around these strangers and their judgements?
Entry:

The sun beat down on her back, and a bead of sweat trickled down her neck but she paid it no mind. Beka was wrapped from tail to head in a lightweight, white sheet of cloth that was keeping the sun away from her sensitive skin. She suddenly tripped over her hooves for the umpteenth time that day, and cursed to herself as the part wrapped around her head fell in front of her eyes again. She tossed it off in annoyance. Just out of foalhood, she was still getting used to the length of her legs. Even to her, it seemed like she was nearly full grown over night, and it was frustrating to constantly misjudge how far the ground was from her feet. Recently she had taken to walking with her eyes on the ground in front of her, in an attempt to avoid tripping. It helped, but there were so many interesting things to see now that they had reached the herd of her father. She was looking everywhere, and at everything, trying to take it in as fast as possible.

Beka smiled at a mare that was giving her a funny look, not oblivious to the reason, but too excited to care. A tickle at the base of her skull made her swivel her head to look at another soquili looking at her funny, but she again brushed it off. They didn't know her, yet, and she was aware that her appearance could be shocking to some. Rinkini had not stopped her roaming just because she had become a mother, and Beka was used to the reaction her appearance inspired. The initial uncertainty usually gave way to acceptance, given enough time.

Her mother, in addition to dragging her brood around the Kawani lands, had also endeavored to teach them about their heritage. Beka was naturally curious, and soaked up the information like a sponge. It made her wonder about her father's heritage, and she had begged to be allowed to go with him to meet her extended family. Always, the answer had been no. She was unsure whether he had finally acquiesced because she had been persistent, or if he had been waiting until she was old enough. Either way, this opportunity to learn was not going to be wasted because of a few odd looks, or a whispered word here and there. They would get over it, and in the mean time Beka would look around, and maybe go over there and ask about the pattern on that blanket...

((She is wrapped up, but I wrote this assuming whatever twist the basket has, it is evident perhaps in her face or legs.))

Your Name: -[The Spoof]-
Entry: 4 of ?
Foal is: Female
Plot Ideas:

- The Catalyst -
Beka values family and always wants to learn new things about hers, so hearing that her maternal great grandmother is unknown/missing bothers her. She will wonder for a while before she starts to ask questions of the family she does have. It is common knowledge in the family that Luc was left with Karloff, so Beka will go to them to ask questions. She will ultimately decide to go looking for Jess because she is curious about her, despite most of the family cautioning her that it is probably not a good idea. She's young and feeling rebellious so sets off alone (or with a sibling, I'm open to ideas).

This will lead to maaaany subplots where she tracks down the other baskets that Jess abandoned and she will be the catalyst that draws the extended Cleaver family back together.

((I know we already have some tentative plots to do this, but I think having a member of the family with a strong desire to find the rest of the family would work just as well.))

- Would likely first run into Lucian's other siblings, and hear from Belle that she actually lived with Jess for a time. Will hear about Jess's special brand of crazy and have a moment of doubt as to whether she actually wants to meet the matriarch of the family but eventually decides yes.

- After Belle, Beka will be introduced to Sangria and then Zach, who will probably be surly. Maybe she'll meet Ara right as she is catching up with Zach, her little surprise (Gabriel) in tow.

- Eventually, she will find Jess after tracking her down through all of the soq she has met. Beka will ask Jess questions that have developed since she started her quest, which started as just a small adventure to try to find her lost family member but which quickly ballooned into an epic journey that crossed multiple soq and exposed exactly how crazy Jess really is and how tangled the family is. (Jess shows different levels of crazy to different people, so gathering all of the stories together will paint a fairly alarming picture in the end...)

- IC, Jess has amnesia and doesn't remember her family. She is actually part Kalona which is where her carnivorous urges came from. She does not know this and just assumed there was something wrong with her, because Regulars aren't supposed to crave meat. This led to a level of self hatred, that slowly drove her to the edge of sanity. IC, her sisters are actually looking for her as well. Depending on how long all of this takes (and how long it takes to win them in customs), it would be kind of funny if Beka ran into Jess's sisters before they ran into her, and there would be a moment of 'have you seen anyone by this description answering to the name of Jessamine?' 'oh, no, but I am looking for someone who sounds almost exactly the same, she's my great grandma' 'huh, well I guess that might makes you our great grand niece...small world!'.


- Curiosity -
While searching for her (rather far flung) family members, she will encounter those that have seen them. Mostly I want her to meet the flock and be entranced by their strange customs. She won't join it, but she will probably try to live with them for a while if they will allow it. If the basket is male, he might think twice about approaching once their policy on males makes itself known. Not because he has a problem with them, but because he has a wandering spirit and would not be happy staying in one place for the rest of his life.

This goes for any herd out there, Beka (or Rohan if it is a boy) is always fascinated by new herd/herd culture and will probably try to stay with any and all that will have her for a time and learn their ways.


- Tell Me the Future -
This is for the prompt #4, which I would really like to actually rp out. Beka has grown up with the knowledge that her mother seems to know the future, or believes she does anyway. Beka wants to learn how to do this super cool thing that her mom can do, but once she learns how she isn't sure she believes it...or maybe she just isn't doing it right? Inner conflict!

(I will add to this, probably...I'll put big red letters on it if/when I do. Also. So many Cleaver family plots...)

Your Name: ~Twilight...Angel~
Entry: 2 of ?
Foal is: Female
Prompt #: Prompt 1
Entry: She looked around at the other Soquili in the herd. Some had wings like her father, but there didn't seem to be anyone around that looked like her. She knew she was different from many other Soquili, but she didn't think she would get as many stares as she did. She kept close to her father's flank, keeping her tail tucked in a bit. Although usually confident and sweet, she was terrified of the others. She could hear them whispering as her and her father walked past them. Beyond the Soquili themselves, she enjoyed being in the desert. She thought that the heat was nice and the sand felt good on her hooves. She was still amazed at how little plants there were as well. Not too long after her thoughts of the scenery though, she heard more whispering again, causing her to flatten her ears a bit, getting close to her father again. She wanted to go off and explore, but being self conscious of how she looked stopped her. She didn't want to start crumbling and reappearing away from her father.
She was self conscious on a normal day as it was, but the stress of being here and listening to all the whispering was almost too much. She wanted to be sure to try and make an effort to be nice and understand this herd though, for the sake of her father. She knew that this part of his family meant something to him as well, and they were a part of her family.
She decided to venture away from her father a bit. Stepping further away from his flank, she sniffed at a hardy flower there were passing. She had never seen it before and because very interested. She laid down near it, relaxing a bit next to this strange plant. She looked around at the herd again, now that she was comfortable, she wanted to take another look. She saw many of the herd just walk past her with simply a passing glance. She noticed she wasn't getting as many stares as she seemed to think she was when she had first looked. Watching the others as she laid next to this strange flower, she slowly fell asleep waiting for her father to come back.

Your Name: ~Twilight...Angel~
Entry: 4 of ?
Foal is: Male
Prompt #: Prompt 8
Entry: He looked around. He was alone for the moment. Although he hated being alone, in this moment he felt like he had a lot to think about. He had heard a lot about his other family members. He was curious about them, to say the least. He had seen his mother's knife, though she never used it herself, he heard of his other relatives using the ones that they had. Hearing that some of them enjoy using their knives and the sight of blood almost too much. He wasn't sure what he thought of that. He had no deep thirst or urge, but he felt... Something when he thought of the sight of blood. The warmth and the smell. He didn't know how to explain it, but it wasn't a thirst in the way of his relatives.
He had also heard of some of them hearing voices. One having worse voices than the other. He heard of how one uncle has a voice that is blood thirsty and says terrible things and a second voice that is meek. He thought it would be terrible to have two completely different voices telling him two different things. He had no desire to have such conflicting things happening in his mind. He heard about the other one as well, who just seemed to have a quiet voice in the back of his mind. Perhaps a bit more helpful in the long run, than hurtful. He hadn't heard any voices of his own yet, but he doesn't know when they developed those voices either. He wasn't too worried about that yet.
As he thought about it, he remembered about the uncle who had a sensitivity to sunlight. He didn't think that was too bad. Though he also didn't think that he would have to worry about that. He figured that something like that is something that would develop earlier, rather than later on in life.
Overall, the only thing that he was truly worried about was ending up with the same blood lust as his other relatives. Having that... Something going on with the sight of blood. That something he didn't understand, but couldn't call blood lust yet. He would have to watch what was going on with that feeling. Have to watch it closely...


I apologize ahead of time if I end up doing too many entries xD I'm having too much fun with the idea of this contest <3

Your Name: Baby Pandah
Entry: 6
(decided to develop Risti's character more. This will be the first time she has one of her "visions." Please excuse me if I have used the beads in the wrong context in this response, I am not sure how Rinkini uses them on a regular basis.)
Foal is: Female (Risti)
Prompt #: 4
Entry:

Risti peered at the beads, oval and circular and a glossy goldish brown, she had always admired them from afar. But now she looked at them closely, her crumbling reflection flirting with her as she studied their shape. She could feel their power, pulling her in further and further towards them. Her mother's instructions and voice slowed and deepened, and then faded away altogether.

Come on! This way! The foal giggles, bounding down the pathway and leading me to a fork in the road. It's just this way. He says. Over there? I ask. Yes over there. The path looks grim. The angry trees and deceiving vines block the sun, and I can't see to the end of the path. Only darkness. I look to the left and there is sunshine and beauty. He insists. Go on! I step forward, and enter the mouth of the beastly path. I advance a little further, but turn, sensing danger. The darkness consumes me. No! No! Please, I want to go back!

The beads glinted up at her in the sunlight and she blinked. What just happened? What was that? She looked at her mother innocently, batting her eyelashes and faking interest, hoping she hadn't screamed or lashed out at Rinkini. But it seemed nothing had happened, because her mother was still giving instructions on the beads. And that made it even worse. Am I crazy? She wondered, looking back at the beads lying on the ground and staring at her accusingly. She looked away, not wanting to cause another vision. Her mother regarded her with concern, asking her to please focus on the task at hand.

"No mother. Please, I want to go back," she said, scooting towards the direction of her siblings and father who were playing in the distance. The curiosity and interest that had gripped her before was no longer present in her heart. She didn't want to talk to her mother about what had just happened, knowing it would only inspire further nightmares for Rinkini. Risti wanted to distance herself from the beads, wanted to destroy them. I don't want to know the future if that's what it looks like...Her mother allowed her to leave, and she trotted off lightly to play a game of tag with her siblings, unsuspecting of the fact that the beads had nothing to do with her vision, and that there were many more to come.

Edit: Added a sentence that needed to be there. xD

Your Name:
Entry: 1 of 1

Female:
Basket Name: Aviendha
Meaning: Mythical name
Temper: Prismed
Personality:
As a foal Aviendha first started wondering why they never stayed in one place long. She would make friends and then have tearful goodbyes… At first this lifestyle was hard for her, because she started to think it wasn’t "normal." Most of the other foals she met had "homes" in that area. They lived there and grew up in one spot… Why wasn’t her family like that? She questioned her parents and would try to confide in her siblings about this.

But as they say, time heals all wounds and the once emotional foal got used to the hellos and goodbyes; she actually became quite the charmer. Aviendha usually kept her brief friendships superficial and light-hearted. It was easier to have good memories that way. Soon, she even stopped thinking her family was strange. They were normal regardless. She never went hungry and every day brought a new surprise. Sometimes Moma Riri’s family would stumble upon them. It was hard to know who was where and when, when you traveled yourself, Aviendha learned. She rarely got to see Dad’s family since they lived in the desert, but when she was able to go with Cooper to visit them it was like walking into another world.

She was always more excited to see Grammy Ves'tacha than anyone in the family (outside of her parents if they left for a time). Ves'tacha had the most interesting stories and Aviendha would often pretend to be just like her. The filly would strive to follow in her grandmother's hoof prints as an adult. She wanted to be a Gypsy, though she might not follow the exact path that her grandmother had set.

With the roaming her family did, Aviendha was introduced to many things. She liked jewelry from one area and the dance from another, and she often meshed things together to create her own style. As an adult this would become more apparent. But like all foals, she wasn’t the perfect little princess. Unknown to her, there was a genetic link to the voices she would sometimes hear in her head. Granted she wasn’t hearing them on a regular basis, but they would creep up and encourage bad behavior. Over all they were not too aggressive, and Aviendha would talk to them only once in a while.

Aviendha would try and sneak off to go and see friends or investigate something she saw earlier, but she would usually end up giggling and giving herself away. Aviendha was a happy foal; she was curious and impressionable. A lot of that will follow her into adulthood.

As an adult Aviendha will become a Gypsy like her grandmother. She will wander the lands and leave a trail behind her. But will it be broken hearts? Or a following of adoring horses?[/

Your Name: Elf Princess Flannery
Entry: 2 of ?
Art style: digital
Entry: