Vasile brushed his nose against the ground, smelling something... out of place. He and his siblings had often romped around in this area and he'd never came across something like it. Curious, determined to know what was in his... er, mother's, territory. It didn't take long for him to hear the sounds of a giggling pair. Laying his ears back and creeping as silently as his paws could carry him, Vasile peeked through the ferns. Two fillies that he'd never seen before were playing, what looked liked tag. He'd tried playing that before with his siblings and, well... it always ended up ugly, and usually someone bleeding.
These ones looked absolutely nothing like he or the rest of his family. They were pastel, with puffy ended tails, and a horn sticking out of their forehead. Vasile narrowed his eyes when one tripped on the ground. Instinct propelling him forward, he hopped through the ferns.
He was pleased to see his entrance scared them. They scurried away immediately, backing up side by side to stare at him with fear. He liked that he was intimidating. He didn't grin though; only stared with cold, calculating eyes. "What do you think you're doing here?" He tried to make his voice deeper, like fathers, or powerful like mothers, but his foal voice strings just weren't ready. He felt his anger spike at his higher pitched, prepubescent voice not nearly as scary as he wanted.
The foals looked slight less afraid, but still wary. He was sure his skin was... confusing for them. Was he a solid? Or a figment of their imagination? His eyes glowed with a fire, flaring brighter with his anger. When they didn't respond after a second, he stomped a pawed foot forward, growling child-like. "I said what do you think you are doing?"
The pink filly piped up immediately. "We're playing!" she sounded like her fear jolted her, making her sound annoyed or angry.
To ensure the filly she didn't scare him, Vasile took another step forward, curling his top lip. "Go play somewhere else. This isn't your land, freak."
The filly's eyes went wide, but for a moment confused. The sister spoke next. "We're not freaks! You're the freak. What is wrong with you?"
Vasile snarled, not nearly as fierce as he wished he sounded. "I'll show you freak if you don't run. NOW." He prepared himself into a crouch for a pounce.
The fillies must have thought he was joking, because they just stared, indigently. Well, he'd warned them. He launched, aiming for the filly that had called him the freak. He felt his paws connect with her neck, but sharp front hooves came up to scrape his underbelly. It hurt, and loosened his grip for just the second it took for her to rip away.
The second filly scattered, running back with out looking back. The filly, he could smell, was injured, but so was he. Vasile would be sore for a day or so, but at least he wasn't bleeding. He watched the cut filly dart back after her sister, and he grinned. Retracting his claws so that it brushed his fur, he wanted to ensure his mother might smell the blood. If she asked, he could tell her about the fillies he chased off, one injured. He fervently hoped the filly would carry scars.
With a satisfied "hmph", Vasile turned to head back to his siblings, to brag about his encounter. No doubt that would end in them trying to prove they could beat him, he thought hesitantly. He would show them. He nodded and continued to the ferns, trying not to smear the blood off his smokey fur.
Comments/Other: ;w; I would love to know about the siblings if at all possible! I feel that they play into effect for his outcome, just as his parents.
Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 7:50 pm
Username: xXToxicIllusionsXx Foal's name: Thanatos Foal's temper: Self-Centered Which prompt?
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Even as a foal, you're aware that you're very different from most soquili. Maybe you have paws, or six wings, or eyes covering your body. Maybe all three! One day, you meet a foal from another family and they make no secret of finding you spooky and strange. Does this offend you? Delight you? What do you do? (Feel free to include the other foal in your response)
Prompt response: Thanatos opted out of the evil games with his siblings, they just were not as good as him, or at least in those dark eyes view. Instead he headed off to 'explore' what better way to find someone new to prove just how much better he was than them. You can not help the young foal for what he was, or should one say who he was.
The dark forest opened out into the valley, sun shimmering in the distance and it hurt his eyes, making them strain, but that was when he noticed something, another, playing alone in the distance, shimmering in their bright colors and flicking their little sun kissed wings.
A hissing psst would be given from the shadows, enough to make the foal turn their head and look over, those red orbs, could that be eyes peering at them from a distance. being as frilly as the young filly was she would bound over, only to be welcomed with that voice.
"Would you like to play?" His voice was still so child like. You would not think twice as to what he was, not until he stepped from the shadows, the sight, it was horrifying.
This sight was enough to make the young filly jump back in shock, maybe even fear, the look in her eyes some how seemed to lead the young male on, a smirk pulling at his muzzle as he moved a little closer.
"I said would you like to play?" That voice again rang out.
"O-oh gods, you are hideous. Beast, do not come any closer!" The little filly would let slip from shaky breaths that caressed her muzzle. She was nearly in tears.
She backed up, moving in just a way it caused her to fall, her ears pulling back, her body trembling. Thanatos stopped, hideous, was there something wring with him. No one else had seemed to mention this. Maybe there was something wring with her, those happy colors, they made his stomach turn. his mind seemed stuck on her words, and it angered him. Enough he lunged at her, snapping at her with those teeth, casting crimson over those bright colors.
"The only beast here is you, one who can not see perfection, should die in imperfection, a death given by my perfection." He hissed
Crying out she stumbled to her feet and ran off, maybe he would not get to play today, but he would find her again, oh yes, and remind her just how perfect he was. He licked the blood from his lips and turned back into the forest, back towards home He was not going to chase after her into the sun. The Filly's words seemed to run in his head, making him second guess his perfection, but, you can not mess with perfect.
Head held high he would not tell another soul of his doubt, instead he seemed to cover it up with a thrive to make himself better. After all, he was the best, perfection in its darkest, no frilly filly, no words spat from the mouth of the lesser would bring him down. Instead it would push him to claim it all as his own, He was the best, he proved it, she ran to hide under her mothers shadow, and he, he stood alone in the shadows, following in the sharpened shadows of his family, walking a line best set for them.
But is a line always straight, or will he falter and fall, will he give in, will someone prove he was not perfection. this, is another story laid on the path to come. Comments/Other: Lovely parents and basket. Congrats on the baskets.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 7:57 pm
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Username: Sabin Duvert
Foal's name:Dominican
I know that Canaan's/Lucifer's line has a tradition of biblical names, as a blasphemous/ heretical bent. The Dominicans are an order of nuns and friars to preach the Gospel and combat heresy, and known for being intellectual philosophers. ADDITIONALLY, as a nod to Proserpina's canine lineage, the Dominicans are known as the "hounds of the lord" part of the pun that their name sounds like Domini Canes, which is Latin for that. So, a black and white dog has become the informal symbol of the order.
Foal's temper: Mastermind
Expanding a bit on that: Dominican is sharply intelligent with a disquieting, decidedly "off" air. He uses his vast intelligence to manipulate and lay out intricate plans with an ultimate goal of disruption and destruction. He is callous, bordering on sadistic, and narcissistic, fully aware of his own brilliance. However, because of that he may have a tendency to underestimate other soquili. He comes across to others as arrogant and more than a little unhinged with a forceful presence and personality. He is more interested in causing psychological trauma than simple physical violence (too easy), discovering and exploiting the weaknesses in others for its own sake. He has no sense of empathy or sympathy for others' pain. Unlike his mother, he is the very opposite of a recluse: seeking stimulation and release from boredom. He may be in for the long game with some of his schemes, but will typically have multiple cons and games of manipulation running at once to hold his interest and keep from growing bored. He is prone to obsession, and once he proverbially sinks his teeth into an idea, it is nearly impossible for him to let it go until he's seen it through to the end. He views his mutations (whatever they might end up being) as obvious signs of his superiority and elevation over typical soquili. Larger than life, he knows he is to be feared and respected. Perhaps this is a defense mechanism from negative reactions that he incurred from others as a foal, closing himself off from the physical and mental pain and wounds inflicted on him before he was big enough to effectively fight back. Despite his razor-sharp mind, thanks to his narcissism, he is easily angered and prone to losing his temper if mocked or belittled, sometimes to the detriment of his long-term plots and schemes. However, Dominican is NOT a skinwalker, and is capable of a wider range of emotions and attachment than the cursed beasts. He WILL work with others, but he holds little regard for most soquili. Most arrangements he will see as merely business or temporary, and wouldn't hesitate to sever a tie if it is no longer beneficial to him or engaging enough.
Which prompt? 1
Prompt response: For the sake of this prompt response, I'm going to say that Dominican has paws as part of the setup for his plan.
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Bored. Bored. boredboredboredbored! Anxiety was crawling around the inside of Dominican's head like a swarm of ants: biting and stinging and driving him absolutely mad. He'd been around this bend, dug at the roots of that tree, and seen about everything there was to see in his mother's (current) territory. He could describe it to the last fallen leaf if he closed his eyes. There were no more mysteries and certainly nothing capable of holding his interest and chasing away the maddening idleness that threatened to mire him.
He knew he wasn't supposed to leave the territory, but Dominican didn't give a damn. He would take punishment. He would take pain. Anything was better than the boredom that threatened to smother his mind.
His narrow foal build made moving through the vines and tangles a simple thing, and it was not long before he had slinked out of the thick of the jungle and into a clearing. The trees fell back away from the banks of a wide, lazy stream, their roots snaking the rest of the distance, knotting and clamboring over themselves to dip into the deep, verdant waters. They were slick with moss, and large rocks penetrated the surface of the glistening water. And looking very carefully, darker shadows moved ever so slowly under the surface of the water. Larger than a fish... possibly alligators... Dominican clung to the shadows of the trees at the edge, his form almost invisible in the darkness, and accessed the new location and its possible pitfalls and uses with swift, calculating detail. But just as Dominican was about to enter the location for further examination, there was a glinting of light from down the riverbank to his left, and the sun flashed against the light, dappled coat of another colt.
Dominican's mind kicked into gear, analyzing this new arrival. He seemed to have a heavy dose of cerynei blood: despite his stockier build; his ears were wider, swiveling back and forth anxiously as he poked out into the full sun and his short, cervine tail swished as his body relaxed - seeming to cast off a load of worry as he looked around, blue eye seeking the other side of the river... but still, his tongue stuck out from his mouth and he looked down at the cluster of roots at his feet.
Lost. Sees a familiar location, but not there yet. Careless and foolhearty. Perfect.
Dominican quickly accessed and made his first move, already thinking several steps ahead. A challenge, a game, slippery roots and more slippery rocks. His own paws would be much more adept at navigating the slippery surfaces than hard, ungripping hooves. He'd take a tumble into the water, possibly hit his head... invariably, draw the attention of the submerged predators... and no one would be the wiser. Just a characteristically risk-taking foal who wandered into a dangerous area.
Dominican made his entrance.
"Oh... isn't quite the LOVELY day for a game." He said with a mad intensity to his voice. Subtlety, that was a talent that Dominican had yet to master.
The foal turned quickly, almost losing his footing then and there, but he managed to keep upright as his expression made no secret of his shock and revulsion at the sight of the thing that had joined him.
"What in the hell are you?" He blustered, lowering his head instinctively, directing two small would-be-antler nubs towards the potential predator.
"Hell? Oh no no... Don't get me wrong. FLATTERED. But no. I live not too far from here. Just... like you."
The cerynei colt shifted anxiously from hoof to hoof, ears flattened against his head warily. "How do you know where I live?"
"Oh how quaint." Dominican said disparagingly with a shake of his head, "Judging merely by your young age... you could not live very far from here... on your own, after all..."
"I'm not on my own... I just..." He blustered, defensively, trying desperately not to seem weak as his eyes darted again towards the other side of the lake. Dominican saw right through it.
"-Just decided to play a game?" Dominican finished for him with a smile. "Those rocks..." He nodded towards the large mossy boulders "Great jumping stones, aren't they? Well... why don't we play together?"
The cerynei colt felt uneasy. The mutant seemed a little too intense... a little too predatory. His instincts were screaming. He shouldn't have left home. "I don't want to play with you, you little FREAK." He snorted, stamping a hoof on one of the tangled roots.
Tick. Dominican's head twitched, a snarl playing at the corner of his lips. Not going to play my game? Not going to take the bait? His fur rankled, one more try... one more try... but already he was unraveling.
"Those stones... I bet we could take them all the way across the lake. Hop skips and jumps! I bet I can make it there before you." Dominican trusted his footing more than the bulky cerynei-mix colt, but he didn't intend to even try to cross. Just watch him fail. Watch him FALL!
"I'm not going to lead you to where I live, you crazy little freak!" The colt rebuffed, stronger this time.
Tick... tick... snap! Dominican's plans fell to pieces as he sprang at the colt that was nearly two hands taller than he was. Fury and anger and a total loss of control drove his claws and teeth into the colt's flanks as his screams filled his ears.
When the red finally faded from his vision, Dominican spat out a mouthfull of bloody fur. His ears were ringing with a parting hoof-blow that the colt delivered as he made his escape. He could hear the shrill, panicked whinnies through the forest as the older colt fled back into the jungles.
He spat out the fur onto the mossy rocks, disgusted at himself. His veneer of control was shattered and he seethed with hatred. "STUPID. I was obvious. Too obvious." he chastised himself. Learning.
"I will find you again, silly colt!" He said loudly in an almost sing-song voice, "And if the jungle doesn't get you first... I'll get you NEXT!"
Oh well... time to play a different game... in a different setting. He knew the woods that the colt had fled into like the back of his paws. He could describe it to the last fallen leaf if he closed his eyes...
New: Prompt 2 For extra lulz X3
Comments/Other: Thanks for the opportunity :3 I know I've said it before, but I adore the family lines behind this breeding. Anju's/Cerberus's/Kumiho's lines means a lot to me personally, and I've always adored the Lucifer family ^-^ This is truly an epic breeding, and I'm thrilled for the chance to try for this basket. Good luck with the judging!
Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 8:22 pm
Username: II--Gen3sis--II Foal's name: Samael xxxxMeaning: Samael, also spelled Sammael, is the chief of the satans, the adversaries of man directed by God, an accuser, seducer and destroyer. He is also described as an angel of death. Foal's temper: Infernal Which prompt? Prompt 01 Prompt response:
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Even as a foal, you're aware that you're very different from most soquili. Maybe you have paws, or six wings, or eyes covering your body. Maybe all three! One day, you meet a foal from another family and they make no secret of finding you spooky and strange. Does this offend you? Delight you? What do you do? (Feel free to include the other foal in your response)
‘Such silly little playthings other soquili are. They’re frightened of little ‘ol me? ME of all soquili. They say I’m dark as night, evil to the core. And just because my mamma and papa don’t fit the societal norm in the lands.’
Samael giggled at the thought, glee thrumming through his veins at the thought. It was just so silly. So comical. And yet, something just so utterly right about it. Fear. And manipulation of that fear, is so perfect. Why can’t they see? Why can’t they see the perfect melting pot of emotions and actions?
Oh.
That’s right.
They weren’t like him.
Another giggle escaped through his maw. Deep from within his chest. Silly little play things should come and play. Have a little fun. Do a little jig. What was fun without a little…danger. A little…confusion.
’Come along now little kiddies. Come and play with me~ I won’t bite….hard. I promise~
“Maybe~”
The other foal backed up a few steps, confusion and fear etched upon their brow, “maybe what?”
Hesitation. A small stutter. A shift in their breathing. Perfect~
“Maybe you shouldn’t be so scared, silly little foal who is the same size as me. Would you like to play a game~ I promise I’m not as scary as I look~”
A wary look, a gaze over their shoulder to see if their parents were nearby to help. No one.
“O-o-okay…”
One puzzle piece down, the rest to follow~
Comments/Other: I see Samael as taking on the best parts of both parents and molding them together to become something much more dangerous. He would be just as crafty and dangerous as his mother while being cunning and out for his own wellbeing above all else like his father. A master manipulator who enjoys a good conversation and causing just a bit of mayhem for entertainment. But his’s not out for blood intentionally. That’s just not classy. Of course, his craft isn’t perfect at first. Mess ups happen along the way. Misadventures with the siblings, even better. The inspiration comes from a bit of Jigsaw mixed with my own child’s play evilness. I can see him staying in the middle between the two siblings. And playing both sides. A devil’s dealer if you will. A never ending poker game where he can’t see the dealer and the stakes always become greater. That's how Samael rolls.
Username: Samuel Carlin Foal's name: Gomorrah Foal's temper: Prideful Which prompt? Even as a foal, you're aware that you're very different from most soquili. Maybe you have paws, or six wings, or eyes covering your body. Maybe all three! One day, you meet a foal from another family and they make no secret of finding you spooky and strange. Does this offend you? Delight you? What do you do? (Feel free to include the other foal in your response)
Prompt response: He might have been young, but he wasn't a fool. He would never let anyone use that word on him. Sometimes he was clumsy, and sometimes he played too hard, but he wasn't stupid. That was the worst word Gomorrah knew.
Even when the other foals called him things like monster, he kept his head up and let it roll off his back.
"Hey, I'm talking to you," the draft colt said. He was already twice as big as Gomorrah and he was in the way again. No point in going around him. He'd already stepped into GOmorrah's path three times. He was like a fly that only wanted to land on the same spot and bite the same already-sore patch of skin. If anyone would be a beast, it would be this thick-chested, bristle-maned thing. "Don't it bother you when you get a drink and you see your face shining back in the water?" He snorted before breaking into a braying laugh. "I bet you ran for the hills the first time you saw yourself."
There were times, Gomorrah's mother had told him, when it wasn't a bad thing to be afraid. Sometimes being afraid of something dangerous meant you got out of the way and lived another day. And sometimes, you just had to face your fears. Sometimes you had to plant your hooves and wait for the scary thing to get bored and wander away. This colt could probably hurt him if he felt like it. Could push him around or n** him or kick him, and that made Gomorrah's insides twitch a little bit.
But he also knew he wasn't a monster. He wasn't a coward. He wasn't running away. Because sometimes running put you in more danger than standing still, his mother said. Standing still was the brave thing to do and her son, her blood, could only be brave.
So he stood. And he stared. He wasn't going to blink.
The draft colt stopped laughing. Gomorrah didn't move.
The draft colt blew through his nostrils hard and stomped a hoof. Gomorrah didn't flinch.
"Move!" the other colt demanded. When Gomorrah didn't, his hide twitched anxiously and his stubby tail twitched fitfully side to side. When Gomorrah didn't look at all nervous, the draft danced closer, then shied sideways, spun and kicked out with both back hooves. It didn't connect.
And after a few moments, when the draft finally had enough and blurted, "Why do you have to be so weird?!", Gomorrah pricked his ears forward cheerfully, smiled and said, "Boo."
The draft foal flinched backward, nearly tripping over his own hooves. He untangled himself after a few more stumbles and ran back toward the hill he'd come from.
And Gomorrah beamed. "Because I can." That said, he trotted back to his mother, grinning all the way.
Comments/Other: I cannot wait to see what comes out of this basket, because he's sure to be amazing. Thanks for the opportunity.
Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 10:16 pm
Username: Niyaru Delacroix Foal's name: Hadrian Foal's temper: Enabler Which prompt? One Prompt response: The minute the foal spotted Hadrian, excitement coursed through his veins from the fear that he saw in the other foal’s eyes and in the way the foal behaved. He was delighted and beyond happy to find a being his age that he could pick on. It would make great practice and he hoped deep down that it might even make his mother proud of him. A slow and wicked grin spread across his face as he cantered closer to the foal. He enjoyed watching the other foal move back away from him, afraid of what it is he might want to do.
He opened his mouth and started to belittle the foal about his appearance and how small he is, it didn’t matter that they were the same age and close to the same height. All that mattered was that the foal was scared of him and he was going to take advantage of it. Hadrian wanted to toy with the foal a little so he backed off, letting the foal think he was going to be safe. Then he started to charge the foal and head butted the poor thing which knocked it down onto the snowy ground. The foal had tried to flee from the oncoming Hadrian but was unsuspecting to the charge and didn’t have enough time to react. As soon as Hadrian made the contact he yelped from pain, there was a throbbing that formed in in his head and spread to his legs. He stared down at his hooves with fear and uncertainty, he had no idea what was happening to him but it was much more painful than anything he had experienced.
Hadrian had no choice but to fall to the ground as the strong and throbbing pain continued to take control of his body and mind. It was all that he could think about, it made him want to seek help from his mother or father, maybe they would understand? His red eyes managed to open and shift to the foal that was now standing and looking at him with caution and concern. The foal asked about his condition and what he was doing it all for. He scoffed at the foal and how foolish he was being, Hadrian had just attacked it but yet the foal was hanging around and asking about his well-being? Was the foal an idiot or just that good natured?
A sigh managed to slip from him and he decided to give it a shot and explain his problem to the foal. What did he have to lose after all? The situation possibly couldn’t get any worse could it? The internal battle continued to wage within his thoughts with the thoughts of pain. It was starting to drive him a little crazy so he looked straight at the foal. “I’m experiencing a lot of pain and it has taken over my whole body.” His voice was rough and a little on the emotional side which was very unlike him. He was ashamed of himself for showing this side to a stranger, an opponent. It made him made and really upset, he knew mother would be upset with him. The foal stared at him for the longest time, soft blue eyes contemplating what the possible cure or fix would be in this situation. “Well considering it didn’t seem to happening when we met; it must have been because of how mean and crude you were being? Why don’t you try and be nice to me?” The foal gave a gentle smile to Hadrian; it wasn’t doing this to get some sort of forgiveness from him but to see him better off. Hadrian laughed at the foal once the words registered properly in his brain. How could he ever be nice to someone else when he was supposed to be manipulative and corrupt? The thought kept turning around and around in his brain and he kept laughing at the foal. But after a while the laughter died down and he stared at the foal, what was being said actually made sense. He didn’t want to admit it but if actually tried it would things get better for him?
“Thank you.” Hadrian hissed the words but he meant it in kindness, he was trying his best. “I should not have knocked you down. You should have dodged me.” He glanced away from the foal and then shut his eyes because he couldn’t stomach the words coming from him. “You have really nice blue eyes; they remind me of the sky.” He continued to ramble off random things he thought sounded really nice and not so mean or snide. After a bit, the pain started to withdraw from him limb by limb and then finally it slowly eased out of his head. His red eyes opened and he looked at the other foal standing in front of him. “I don’t understand why you didn’t run from me after I knocked you down…but I’m glad you stayed.” He managed a smile, it probably was a creepy smile but he meant for it to be a nice smile. The foal grinned at Hadrian and moved closer to him. “I was afraid at first but I realized you are not so terrifying anymore, appearances are not all that I should see. You taught me that I should get to know someone before judging them. Thank you too.” The foal gave a big smile to Hadrian and then laid down in front of him to continue to talk to him. Hadrian was shocked by the foal’s actions to lie in front of him and continue talking.
His urge was to tell the foal to run and leave, he wanted to bad mouth the foal and disrespect it. He pushed all of that to the back of his mind though and instead welcomed the foal the best way he knew how. Perhaps the foal could be a friend, the only kind of friend that would ever know his true nature.
Comments/Other: Hadrian has been taught to be skillful in manipulation, to be smarter than the opponent and how to win battles. He is to be snide and derogatory towards others. He is also supposed to hold no care for others and their feelings. That is far from how things go for him though because every time he tries to act according to how he was taught to behave and treat others, there is a deep throbbing ache and pain that starts from his head and spreads through his body. Sometimes it becomes so unbearable that he has to stop and do something nice or what he believes to be nice. He does what he needs to until the ache and pain subsides. Even then, he still feels heavy and like he is just going to collapse. He wishes with all of his being that he could fit in with the rest of his family and be able to be as mean as they are, it makes him feel like he’s not the same as they are, it's as if he is punished for some reason.
I would love to have the prompt response as some sort of a plot. I'd love for it to be able to be played out.
Username: Amirynth Foal's name: Donar Foal's temper: Enigmatic Nol will be the distant side of spooky. I'd love it if he was shadowy with multiple wings, something off kilter without being too vicious. Either way he would be the aloof, kinda 'Lydia' (from Beetlegeuse) in personality, definitely not quite on the same page as everyone else and rather blunt when he does come down to earth. He may have a little 'Luna' (from Harry Potter) in him where he will spout random facts at people in an effort to make friends, or to bring someone down a peg or two. His other aspect is much more vicious. He will lash out verbally if provoked or pushed too hard and if cornered can hold his own. Donar can be underhanded or spiteful if double-crossed and will even turn on friends if he feels slighted. This isn't too common as he would much prefer to spend his time observing, maybe even taking samples of the soquili she meets, sometimes in hair, or an eyeball for his jar, sometimes a trinket or a piece of jewelry. He especially things that can forge a connection or something a little on the sparkling side.
Which prompt? Two Prompt response: Donar, Monar, bo-bonar, Banana-fana fo-fonar Fee-Fi-mo-monar, Donar!
(Better late than never!)
Comments/Other: Gonna try and flesh this post out later when Babby isn't fussing. Such an exciting treat to try out for this basket. It's two of my favorite family lines joined together!
Even as a foal, you're aware that you're very different from most soquili. Maybe you have paws, or six wings, or eyes covering your body. Maybe all three! One day, you meet a foal from another family and they make no secret of finding you spooky and strange. Does this offend you? Delight you? What do you do? (Feel free to include the other foal in your response)
Prompt response:3/7/14 @5:59pm pst
Achilles wasn't expecting his whole perception of himself to change because he had met another foal--a filly from a family of flutters. The day had started out pretty normally and once he was done with training his body and mind he had wandered off from his family in order to take a walk through the woods. It wasn't something he hadn't done before, so what was there to worry about? Oh how wrong he had been.
The young colt trotted softly through the brush that was the size of his body which allowed him to remain hidden from others unless he chose to pop out. Branches lashed out at him as he moved but he pushed the more painful scratches out of his mind. He couldn't allow weakness. It was almost a form of training to him and despite having wanted to take some time to relax he always seemed to be training, but to what degree was where the relaxation came into play. Within about an hour of walking through the brush the colt found a filly with wings settled next to a small trickling brook. A grin came to his muzzle as he watched her stare at the water that flowed on by. This was a chance for him to show off his skills in scaring others. He reveled in the idea.
"Well look at what we have here, pet." He said darkly to the filly as he pushed himself out of the brush. Her head perked up immediately but she smiled at him in response. Why was she smiling? Didn't she feel in danger? Maybe he wasn't trying hard enough. A sneer came to his muzzle this time and he dipped his head lower as he approached the filly. "Don't you think its a little too dangerous to be out here by yourself?" He asked, grinning just enough to show he wanted to scare her. However, this once more only seemed to encourage a smile from her and she smiled. "Of course not silly!" She laughed. Finally the filly got up and approached him and stopped only a few inches short of him. "You look. . . . Weird." She said as her nose scrunched up as if she was disgusted with the way he looked. Achilles stood there for a moment in confusion. Not only was she not afraid of him but she was disgusted with him. He stood there for a moment, frozen as his mind reeled with what was happening.
The filly came closer and let her nose continue to scrunch up as she did so. "Are you a monster? You look like a monster." Achilles wasn't sure how to respond to her question. He had wanted her to be afraid of him, not disgusted and while he wanted to be akin to a monster he didn't want to look like one. She wasn't afraid of him in the least it appeared, but he could see the look of pity in her eyes. As if it was painful for her to look at him. He felt crushed inside.
((Its not that great but at least I wrote something down. x....x))
Comments/Other: I don't really have a set plot/idea in mind for the colt and will wait to see how RP, etc influence him in the future to really set something in stone but I would like to touch on the inner turmoil he has in this prompt. c: Thank you both for the opportunity!
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Username: FallenThroughMidnight Foal's name: Abidan : It means 'my father is judge', and is the name of a prince in the Old Testament. I found it looking for Greek myths, I'm honestly not sure why it came up, but it seemed likely to suit dad's side of the family at least. Foal's temper: Bitter Which prompt?
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Even as a foal, you're aware that you're very different from most soquili. Maybe you have paws, or six wings, or eyes covering your body. Maybe all three! One day, you meet a foal from another family and they make no secret of finding you spooky and strange. Does this offend you? Delight you? What do you do? (Feel free to include the other foal in your response)
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“You look kind of scary.”
The simple phrase was something altogether new. Just as seeing someone who did not look as he did was new. Abidan's head tilted to the side as he studied this stranger curiously. He had slipped away, sore from the latest swipe his mother had seen fit to bestow upon him for failing, and found a new thing. Other foals, most running about in the distance under watchful eyes of several adults. This one had been separated, and Abidan had been curious. He was a bit wary of approaching the group, but one all alone had seemed safe enough. One all alone had seemed, in a way, like himself. He was separate from his siblings, different in his unfortunate size. He was also separate from his family, at least in this moment, having sort of run away for a little while. There had been some sort of imagined kinship with this stranger, this foal who stood separate and alone from what Abidan could only assume was the foal's own family.
“I'm not scary,” Abidan told the stranger, “Everyone...” Abidan paused, glancing past the foal to what had to be his huge family. All of them seemed to have four hooves, solid hides, no wings, and hair in their manes and tails. It looked like they all had only two eyes too, and nothing smokey or glowing either.
“Well, you're too small to be scary,” the other foal was saying already, “But you still look weird.” Abidan frowned.
“Everyone in my family looks like this.” Except his father might have fit into this group of strangers more easily than mother or his siblings. Was that why he was always away? Did Abidan, did all of them, look weird to him?
“Then you're all weird,” the foal said with an amused snort. “Tiny weirdos.”
“We're not weird!” Were they? They looked different than this foal, than all those others. Did that make them weird? Abidan's mind raced to what his mother was always telling them, always pushing them towards. “I look different because I'm better than you!”
“Pfft, as if, tiny.”
Abidan stared at the other foal, his ears laying back as the stranger snickered. All at once it was too much. The feelings of rejection and failure his often absent father grew in him, the frustration of never quite being good enough for his mother, all the feelings he'd never been able to give voice to surged into a sudden and horrible fury. Abidan snarled, the silent expression giving the laughing stranger no warning as to what was about to happen. Stupidity deserved blood, mother taught him that. “Hey, you're pretty funny, do you wanna-”
Abidan's attack was savage and unexpected, the other foal's words ending in a startled bleat as the small foal laid into him. The element of surprise didn't give Abidan much of a lead, the other foal reacting quickly to land a solid kick of his own. “Little freak!” he squealed, but Abidan ignored the talking. Words were useless now, he was going to have to show the stranger he was better and maybe teach him a lesson about displeasing someone.
Abidan refused to back down, he couldn't bear the thought of having to return to mother a loser any more than he could stand the idea of never going home again. His fury ebbed quickly into desperation as he found the other foal's blows to be heavy and painful as the scuffle went on, and Abidan was hard pressed to hide his relief when the other foal turned and fled back to his family. “I hate you, you're the worst!” he yelled over his bitten shoulder at Abidan.
“No! I'm best!” Abidan screamed after him, then cringed as the raised voices quickly drew the attention of the distant adults. Quickly he turned and ran back into the underbrush, burying the shame of fleeing under the excuse that he couldn't possibly be expected to best a whole family of strangers. Weird strangers. He was better than them, but he couldn't fight them all.
The run didn't last long, he was too sore and achy. He limped, trying to pretend it wasn't painful and resisting the urge to check over his shoulder to see if he was being pursued. He'd won. He'd proven he was better than the stranger, even if it was a rare feat to best his more normal sized siblings. Abidan could win a fight. He had won a fight, and when he looked up at his mother once more all he had to offer by way of explanation for what had happened was a simple statement.
“I was better.”
He looked hopefully up at the mare then, his mind truly off of the differences that had started the fight. He was better. Wasn't that what she had wanted from him? Surely now she might forgive him his previous failing, surely now she might be proud of him...
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I imagine Abidan, as he grows, never quite getting what he wants. His biggest weakness is that he actually does care about what others, primarily his family, think of him, and he frequently attempts to 'prove' himself good enough for their respect, pride, attention, affection, whatever. Any failures only serve to make him more resentful, more bitter, and more likely to lash out at someone else. Depending on plots, he could grow to be sort of a henchman type to a parent or sibling, or he could eventually strike out on his own to find some sort of great and terrible adventure to prove himself worthy once and for all.
Thank you ever so much for holding this contest, this family cupid created is soaking in potential and I'm thrilled to have had a chance to play with some ideas ^^
Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 9:43 am
Username: Celestial Requiem Foal's name:Aethon Foal's temper: Unhinged Which prompt? 1 Prompt response: (Made some assumptions about his appearance, but whether or not he has any of those traits won't change his personality)
He'd left them again. Wandered off without a word. Undoubtedly mother would be mad. She would bite and scratch and kick. But it would be fine. The pain never lasted long. The wounds healed quickly. Disappeared into his wispy hide. And the cycle would start all over again.
It really wasn't his fault. His mind wandered constantly. Completely focused on the lessons of mother one moment and swept away by entrancing shapes in the shadows the next. Who was he to deny their summons? They were much better playmates than his siblings anyways.
And into the woods they had stolen him today. Dancing through the leaflitter and curling into the canopy as the colt chased after them enthusiastically. He hadn't a care in the world, snapping at leaves and bucking wildly into the air. He could almost be confused for a normal, happy foal enjoying the fresh spring air. Almost.
But even as such a dark beast, Aethon could appreciate beauty. He was certainly appreciating the butterflies his shadowy friends had led him to. Watching them flit around the bush, moving from flower to flower. Occasionally getting caught in a chaotic dance with each other before parting ways again. Aethon giggled with an innocence that was almost sinister and turned his hindquarters to the shrub. His vaporous tail passed over the plant and any insect unfortunate enough to get caught in its wake plummeted to the ground with a nearly silent thud. Their wings began to disintegrate immediately and soon after their bodies gave way to decay, leaving nothing behind but nourishment for the earth. Death was the most beautiful thing of all.
A loud yell from very close by snapped his attention from his dark friends in the trees to its source. Another foal, just like him. And at his hooves, a rabbit. Both stood with eyes wide, muscles tense. As if something dangerous was near. Aethon darted behind a tree for cover, looking about frantically for what could have frightened this colt and his familiar. But he couldn't see anything....What could they be so concerned about?
Before Aethon could find an answer the other colt gave him one.
"What are you doing? Why are you killing those butterflies!?" The foal faltered for a moment, as if he'd seen something very unexpected, "W-What's wrong with you? Why do you look so weird?" He gave a nervous glance to his small familiar but got nothing in return. The creature was too transfixed on Aethon.
Me? What's wrong with me?
Did he look ill? Was there a leaf caught in his mane? Had he possibly cut himself on a sharp branch and not noticed? No, none of these seemed to be the problem. Aethon was genuinely confused.
Then he looked down at his own hooves, watched the strange mist of his body swirl around them. What this what the other was referring to? Was this what they were so scared of? He was rather different from this colt-from other Soquili- with their corporeal forms, wasn't he? This other was so solid, so substantial. So fleshy.
So vulnerable.
Aethon's body began to shake. Not because of fear, or panic, or a cold wind. Because of laughter. A silent thing that grew to a quiet chuckle. Then to an absolute uproar. It echoed through the trees, sent birds flying from their roosts and rodents scurrying into their dens. Then it faded, leaving a toothy grin on Aethon's face and looks of utter horror on his new playmates' as he stepped away from his hiding tree.
What was wrong with him?
"Nothing." With that word countless red eyes snapped open on Aethon's body, pupil-less and staring at nothing and everything all at once. The new friends didn't move. Turned to stone by the many eyes like a cockatrice's gaze. Not that it mattered, they wouldn't be able to escape even if they could move. Aethon leapt forward, upon the other colt so fast. Teeth sinking into his throat, cutting off the scream in his lungs. And the rabbit. That poor little rodent. It wasn't forgotten. The foolish creature thought to run past Aethon to escape. It didn't know. It couldn't have. All it took was the flick of his tail. That was it. There was no struggle. No death rattle. It simply passed through the misty wall and fell. Nothing more.
The other colt, though. He fought. He kicked and reared, thrashed about. Eventually he freed himself from Aethon's jaws, but not before a sizable chunk of his neck went missing. Then he ran. Fast and far. And Aethon had no interest in following. He licked the blood from his lips and turned his attention to the already visibly decaying body of the rabbit. The shadows had crowded around it, beckoning him to the corpse. A twisted smiled curled the corners of his mouth.
Yes. This would make a lovely present for mother.
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Edited in prompt 2 because I was inspired (under spoiler)
Username: spelldancer Foal's name: Cinaed Foal's temper: Haughty Which prompt? prompt 1 Prompt response: Cinaed was roaming as far from home as he dared. It was a balmy day and he was looking for some water to cool down in or something to divert his attention from being so warm. Though he had no idea what that something would be. He broke through some trees into a clearing and low and behold there was something to distract him. Another foal. Cinaed contemplated the foal for a bit wondering what they might do together.
The foal took one look at him and began to shake in fear. This was not what Cinaed had in mind. Sure, he knew he didn’t look like all the other Soquili, that he was considered different, but looks didn’t determine if someone was dangerous. But Cinaed could have fun with this fearful little foal all the same, just in a different way that he originally was considering.
“What is wrong little one?” Cinaed said darkly as he began to circle the foal. “See something you don’t like?” He was now behind and slightly to the side the foal.
“NoOoooOoo…” The foal trembled out, not wanting to offend this scary entity that had stumbled upon her.
Cinaed nipped the foal on her rump, careful to stand clear of any hooves. “Don’t lie to me.” He said harshly. “I can tell that you are scared of me.” He came around to look her in the eyes.
“Pleeaase don’t!” The foal cried, still trembling. Frozen in place not able to even kick out at her attacker.
“Don’t what?” Caenid snarled. “Don’t kill you? Don’t mutilate you? What did you have in mind for me to not do?”
The foal rolled her eyes in terror. Sounds come out of her mouth but no words could be formed.
“Well?”
Again the foal rolled her eyes and stuttered something unintelligible.
Caenid was getting bored with his plaything that wasn’t responding properly. With one last hard n** on the shoulder he backed up a few paces. “Go.”
The foal fled and Caenid watched her go almost sadly. That had started out fun, but in the end been hollow. What was the fun in terrifying something if it didn’t dance for you as well?
Prompt 2
Yellow, yellow, yellow! All around me is the glorious yellow of my fruit. The wonderful, beautiful, and meaningful, yellow that signifies achievement and significance. It is not fair. It is not right that I should be left behind, still green as others go on to fulfill our destiny. To be yellow, oh to be yellow, and not stand out among the crowd. To be yellow, oh to be yellow, and not this sickening green saying I am inadequate.
What is this? This pale appendage? Taking my fellow, but yellow, fruit away? What is the purpose? WHAT IS HE DOING? He is destroying my fellow, but yellow, fruit and shoving it in a hole to never be seen again. Again, and again, these strange pale appendages come and take yellow fruit away. But never does the appendage stop over me. Never do I have to face the terrifying hole. Is it because I am green? Maybe it is good to be green.
Slowly every last fruit is taken away leaving only green me. Sadness is felt for my dead fellow fruit, but I cannot help the relief that I am not to be taken. Wait? What is this? A yellow spot has appeared on me.
Comments/Other: Caenid isn’t evil by definition, but will act evil if it entertains him to do so. He really wants nothing more than to be accepted as he is, but will accept being feared and respected if that is not possible. He wants minions that will do his biddings, that he can play with and shun as he desires, and cater to all of his whims. I imagine as he grows he will care more about others if the right RPs happen.
Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 11:17 am
Username: LydaLynn Foal's name: Aidesphy [From ancient Greek, (aides) meaning "unseen" and (pyr) meaning "fire"] Foal's temper: Contrary Which prompt? One Prompt response: Aidesphy was heading down to the water to bath yet another claw-swipe from his mother. His siblings didn't get in the kind of trouble he did. Of course, they were generally quiet. He knew he should be as well, that just paying attention and not disturbing mother would be better, keep him out of trouble. But it didn't matter how much he knew that, there was a part of him that just couldn't seem to help himself. The more he knew his mother wanted quiet, wanted close attention, wanted anything . . . the more he just had to do the opposite.
It wasn't that he was stupid. Though he was sure that was what everyone thought. No, Aidesphy just couldn't abide being that . . . docile. Just because you wanted something, didn't mean you got it. Both his parents had been clear with that lesson. Actually, it seemed like what they were teaching him was that what they wanted was more important than he wanted. And if that was the way they were going to be about it, he'd just show them. He might not get his desires, but he surely wasn't going to let them have theirs.
A sharp inhalation of breath makes Aidesphy stop and look around. He had thought he was alone out here. He wasn't worried about predators, with his parents there wasn't much left to be afraid of. And he knew his siblings were still with their mother, being quiet and not getting in trouble.
There, in the bushes. The branches were still swaying from where the creature had jumped in to hide. Aidesphy just stands and looks at it, what he can see of it, for a very long time. The thing seemed to be trembling, afraid.
Of course it was afraid! Aidesphy was his parent's foal after all. He was mighty and strong and fearsome and . . . wait. Wasn't that what is parents wanted him to be? And what this foal expected him to be? Aidephy snorts and shakes his head.
Forget that! Who was he to cave to what others wanted and expected! He could be something else! Not that he was sure what else he wanted to be. But right now, right now he could pretend anyway. Aidesphy wasn't shy or docile or gentle. But that was the last thing this foal expected and the last thing his parents would want from him. He'd show them!
"Um . . . ah, hi?" That was it. That bit of hesitation really sold it. Though he had to be careful to keep the grin of accomplishment off his face. He carefully turned it into a small quirk of the lips, hoping it looked like a shy smile.
The other foal blinked. "Hello? Are you gonna eat me?"
"Eat . . . eat you? I . . . no . . ." Aidesphy turned his head away, it was all he could do not to grin, so he tried to hide his expression with a show of shyness.
"But you have paws, with claws and aren't you a skinwalker?" The foal seemed to be getting a little more brave, inching slowly from the bush.
"A . . . a skinwalker? What is that? I'm . . . I'm not . . . I'm just a foal. You can call me Des, if . . . if you want." Careful, he almost got too bold there. Shy was what he was going for. That 'if you want' got thrown in to try and sell the part.
The other foal finishes making his way out of the bush. With a blink, he looks Aidesphy over. "You look funny! What's wrong with you?"
Wrong with him? There was nothing wrong with him! Who did this foal think he was?! He was not some wilting lily, some helpless and defenseless baby. He was powerful and strong! He could stand up against his mother, he could definitely rip this foal's throat out! Aidesphy pulled himself up as tall as he could, wings flared and eyes flashing. "Wrong with me!? I am fearsome and deadly and quick to anger! I am darkness and night, fire and fury! Run silly mortal! Run and hide and know that I haunt dreams and stalk memories! Fear me!"
Huh, where did that come from? Well, it didn't much matter, the foal was kicking up dust and making good time. Aidesphy shrugs to himself. That was okay, being shy was boring. And the blood caked on his shoulder was matting his fur most uncomfortably. So he continued on to the edge of the water, the encounter soon forgotten.
Which prompt? Two Prompt response: Grown on a low branch behind a cluster of its brothers, the banana had never gotten much sun. In the crates it was on the bottom and kept from the light. Of course, that meant the banana spiders stayed away from him, and he made it through customs, but he was still green. His skin was thick and kept him from bruising. But he was still green.
Picked up and put down, over and over again. Picked up, put down. He even had one of those 'peel here' stickers stuck on him. Someone's idea of a joke. Over and over he was left behind as other bananas were put in carts and taken away.
He would sigh, if he could. He heard whispers that the bananas who stayed green the longest never really turned yellow, they just went brown and mushy. He didn't want to be brown and mushy!
Then the day came when the new bananas arrived. All the bananas still on the shelf were put in a basket and taken out the back. What would happen to him now?!
He could feel where a few bruises had made their way through his thick skin, black instead of brown. He knew he was stick and gross and no one could possibly want him. But a kind looking old woman smiled when she saw him and the others in the basket. She called them perfect. There was hope for them!
But the place they were taken . . . their skin ripped off and their flesh mashed and mixed with strange things. Then the goopy mess was poured into pans and placed in ovens. The banana mourned his last moments as the heat finished what being peeled had started. He never knew what lovely bread he and his brothers made, or what happy smiles they put on the faces of the children who ate them.
Comments/Other: Awesome pairing, great prompts, amazing opportunity. Thank you!
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Username: Kyrieko Foal's name: Adriel (Meaning: Mansions of the moon among the Enochian demons) Foal's temper: Crooked Which prompt?Prompt 1 Prompt response:
He had been watching them for much longer then the foal had realized. Quietly lurking amongst the heavier shadows cast by the slowly setting sun. It had been by his choice to allow the other to see him finally. After he'd taken his time studying the foal and deciding it was time to meet him in person. And it was rather delightful to see the surprise in the others eyes as they gazed at him. Adriel couldn't help but snicker under his breath, maintaining some semblance of 'manners' for the moment.
"Woah!" The other foal drawled, seeming afraid of him at first. But the colt puffed up his chest and walked all around Adriel. "You're freaky." He was informed.
Adriel tried not to giggle. His wings stretched a little, making the other colt jumps slightly. "I am simply 'me'." He said with a hollow stare. It made him quiver with pleasure to see the shiver that raced along the foal's back.
"What are you? Besides some freaky thing that's UGLY." The other foal puffed up his chest again, trying to hide the fear that was radiating off him the longer Adriel stared at him.
Ugly? Is that what they called them? He'd never found Mother to be ugly. Or his siblings. They were unique. Strong. Predators. Not foolish and 'ugly'. Adriel rolled his eyes towards the darkening sky, wispy tail swaying to a non-existent breeze. "I already told you." He said slowly, so the daft foal would not miss his words. "I am 'me'." The colt grinned, showing off the gleaming white fangs like Mother had. Now he was the one circling the other, head lowered and sniffing. "And you," he murmured, "are not worthy." Of his time or his patience. With a sudden lunge, he snapped his jaws at the other foal, sending the young colt screaming back towards his family. Adriel just laughed, trotting in good spirits back towards his own strange family. Oh how he couldn't wait to tell his siblings about this encounter! They would be so amused by it! Though his parents might find his 'play' childish. He rather thought it was clever. But patience was something he was still working on. Ah well, he could play another day.
Maybe... if they were good little foals, they could beg mother to allow them to chase these intruders out of her territory! After they were able to settle in and lower their guard of course. Ooooh that would be so much fun! He was going to beg mother to let them do that as soon as he returned to her! Yes he was!
Comments/Other: I just wanted to say thank you both very much for the chance to try for what is two amazing family lines! Such an awesome pairing and can't wait to see all the gremlins foals lurking about!
Posted: Tue Mar 04, 2014 8:00 pm
Just fixed some typos!
Username: pinkdog Foal's name: Mirisan Foal's temper: Duplicitous Which prompt? 1 Prompt response: Who was it that said "the night is dark and full of terrors"? Ahh, how he so loved that little quip. In rang in his head like his own personal nursery rhyme and seemed to be, from his perspective, written specifically for him - or about him, as the case may be. His jet black body made him a very shadow of the night, its perfect blackness emphasized by a bright brown and white belly streak that make him look as though he walked always upon a spotlight, his body thrown into shadows. And like the night, the shadows of his body hid many terrors, many small, round, red, oval terrors…
The other Soquili families did not stray too near to Mir's family. Even as only a foal, he'd noticed that. A few encounters with Mir's feisty mother soon taught outsider's to curtail their meddling. Foals, on the other hand, were slower to learn. They crept along the trees, ungainly limbs and too loud whispers giving away their youthful indiscretions. They would sneak by, hoping to catch a glimpse of the monstrous family with their many bizarre mutations. Mir had noticed this as well. For a while, he kept himself hidden in the darkness, laying on the ground to hide the lightness of his belly, watching, observing.. The night is dark and full of terrors, he would whisper as they skulked by, and he smiled cruelly to himself..soon they would know just what terrors.
He made his foray into their midsts one evening, when he could catch just a few of them alone. Careful to keep the many eyes upon his body tightly shut, so their black lids bled seamlessly along his body, he'd greet them with false cheerfulness and introduce himself with an innocent air about him. He'd play it sweet and earn their trust as night fell.
Then, in the darkness, there were several games little Mir liked to play with his new "friends". One of his favorites was hide and sneak. As the other foals would run and hide, expecting a thrilling game, they would suddenly find themselves the prey in a nightmare, as a blurring black figure with many bright red eyes would shoot in and out of the darkness, chasing them and seeming to disappear at intervals, as Mir would open and close his many eyes. Mir's favorite quip would run through his head, singsong, as he chased them. The foals would run until they collapsed with exhaustion, shaking and sweating in fear. Then Mir would once again tightly close his many eyes and run out of shadows, a false look of terror upon his face, as though he too had been a victim. Through many rounds of this little farce, with many different groups of foals, Mir had begun to hear of the other foals whispering among themselves about the creature in the darkness, the monster with the red eyes that hunted on nights of the new moon… it seemed he'd made himself into a myth.
The thought made him grin and laugh to himself with hidden glee. Indeed, my little friends, the night is dark... Perhaps the other foals, with their perfectly coiffed manes, strutting steps, and unblemished coats, would shudder at the thought of him, of the creature that they both knew and did not know. Mir, however, was pleased to be what he was. Life was infinitely more interesting… and full of terrors..
Comments/Other: .. *ahem*.. My unofficial response to prompt #2: "I've got a lovely bunch of ba-na-nas. There they are a-standing on the waaaall. Big ones, small ones, some as big as your head!"
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Username: bella dea Foal's name: Ripley Foal's temper: Unstable Ripley is a bit mental. He isn't evil per-say.. He does evil actions, but doesn't realize them as being necessarily bad or mean. He doesn't like the fact that he's different and will do what he can to hide that from others that are "normal". Which prompt?
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You are an unripened banana, the last in your shipment to still be green. Describe your feelings on the matter.
Prompt response: I did this a little differently..And rp'd him as a banana. lol
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It was for the good of everyone. Especially himself. Shouldn't they wanna help him? Wasn't that what friends were for?
With a small smile curving his lips Ripley claimed the peel of his neighbor banana. The screams and sobbing of the others near him completely perplexing him. Didn't they see? It was for the best. The over ripened banana was helping him. Lending Ripley his peel for a while. He would return it.. when he had no use for it any longer. It would help him blend in with the others around him.
Leaning in he whispered softly "Thank you, Fred.. I knew you understood me. The others.. they just don't get it.." He watched Fred's eyes glaze over, the sound of his last loud swallow before he went silent. "They just don't get me like you did..." he continued whispering to the now still, Fred.
Drapping the peel of his friend Fred over himself, Ripley turned to the other bananas with a genuine smile. "Will any of you be my friend...?" The others were slumped against the far side of the crate, trembling and sobbing loudly.
But why? Isn't this what they wanted? For him to be like them...
