Your Name: Divena The Tribal Soquili's Name: Sinist Tuld Their Temper Focus Brief Personality: Not much of a nurturer, she is a guardian. She might not be the gentlest or most vocal of people, but she took her job seriously, and her job was to protect and provide for the village. At least, that was the job that she had tasked herself with. How did they come to the Kawni Tribe?: As a young adult, barely more than a foal, she ran afoul of a Kalona. If not for the kindness of the Kawani tribe, who found her dying on a riverbank, she wouldn’t have survived. She chose to repay that kindness by staying with the tribe and protecting them to her last breath. How did they handle the great fire that ravaged their village? What did they do? Where did they go? Were they a hero or a coward? Though tempers were running hot for the rest of the tribe, Sinist maintained her cool, focusing her energy and effort on trying to provide for the tribe, be it by hunting or foraging for food in the otherwise dying land. She was told, over and over, that it was a futile effort. They needed rain to come, to feed the earth and bring back the crops. She acknowledged their claims, but she could only control her own actions, not the weather. Rather than pray to spirits that may or may not be listening, she hunted, futile as it might be. When it began to rain fire, she experienced fear unlike anything she had experienced since before she came to the tribe. She couldn’t fight this, couldn’t protect her friends, her family, from this! This was a disaster. For one vital minute, she froze while screams filled the air around her. Snapping out of her fear, she leapt into action, gathering the children and hustling them away. Where to, she didn’t know. She didn’t think. She just moved, trying to keep everyone moving. She didn’t stop to think about what they were losing. She tried hard not to see the bodies of those who were struck down. She couldn’t help them, but she could help the children, and she needed to get them out of the open, and into the caves. And so she did, guarding them to the best of her ability. Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that? Greif was a common emotion in the tribe. Sinist was wracked with it as well. She had known each and every person who had died, remembered the sounds of their laughter, the sight of their tears. Each body was a scar on her heart, a sign of her failure to protect the people who meant so much to her. Emotionally, she withdrew, shutting down the pain, swallowing the tears. The survivors needed her to be strong. They needed someone to lean on. She couldn’t bring the dead back to life, but she could help bury them. She could be there for those who survived. She could protect them from any who might wish to prey on the weakened tribe. She could help them rebuild. She would protect what was left of her family.
Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 2:29 pm
Tribal Stallions Are The Most Amazing
Your Name: Divena The Tribal Soquili's Name: Parimad Kavatsused Their Temper Helpful Brief Personality: Parimad has always had the best intentions at heart, but he wasn’t the most… capable of creatures. A bit on the clumsy side, he was something of the tribe idiot. He would try to help round up the children, but end up scattering them further. Or perhaps he would go on a hunt with the tribe hunters, and end up crashing through the foliage, scaring off the game for miles. He always meant well, but rarely ever achieved what he intended. How did they come to the Kawni Tribe?: How did they handle the great fire that ravaged their village? What did they do? Where did they go? Were they a hero or a coward? Parimad knew that he wasn’t the most capable of soquili, but when the screaming started, he tried to help, even though he knew that was a bad idea. In his attempts to get the villagers to safety, he stumbled and crushed three homes, and inadvertently spread fire to a fourth. He just barely managed to avoid trampling a mother while trying to nudge her son out of danger, and ended up stumbling and spraining his hoof. Finally, realizing that he was doing more harm than good, he ran, leaving the village behind in an attempt to avoid making things worse. It broke his heart to realize that he couldn’t help them. But, as with everything else in his life, though his intentions were good, his actions were misinterpreted as cowardice. Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that? When the disaster was over, he tried to return, to help. But, grief stricken, and seeking someone to blame, the villagers turned on him, calling him a coward. He cried out that it wasn’t so, tried to remind them that he had tried to help. But no one was in the right state of mind to hear it. They could only remember the lives lost, and the sight of him running away from the chaos. They drove him out, and it was with a heavy heart that Parimad left. Though his former tribe clearly hated him, he couldn’t find it in his heart to blame them or even be angry. He knew they were hurting, and wished that he could have done more… He vowed to return one day, when he learned not to fail at everything he touched. When he could make his tribe proud of him.
Your Name: Divena Your Soquili's Name & Cert:Lian Is This an NPC? Nope How did they feel about the ongoing drought in the Kawani Plains? Did it effect them at all?: Screams cut through the air, pain and suffering thicker than the smoke that choked her lungs. She could feel the fire scalding her skin, burning her feathers. People were dying all around her, old and young alike… And there was nothing she could do to help them. The land was burning. Only the spirits could help the villagers now. They ran, abandoning their homes. Most wouldn’t make it… A whole tribe, gone… And all she could do was stand there and watch as children choked, as mothers burned…
Lian jerked awake, choking on clean air. Something was wrong… it was too cold, too… quiet. Several moments passed as she gasped and struggled to shake off the vision. When she finally calmed her breathing enough to think clearly, she understood. As so often happened, she had seen what would come. This drought had been hard on everyone. She had seen the damage far and wide during her travels. But one village would suffer more than any ever should, very soon.
With a firm shake of her head and, with only a vague sense of which direction to go, she took to the air. Maybe with enough warning, the tribe could be saved… When the great fire happened, did it effect them or their family in anyway? Did the news upset them, did they care, did they laugh? Days of nonstop flying found her on the edges of the village, exhausted but hopeful. It was still there. She recognized the teepees, faces that had been half burned in her vision. All were still moving, still alive. There was no fire, not yet… but the skies were dark with clouds broken only by angry flashes of lighting. She stumbled into the village and tried to warn them, to warn whoever would listen…
But she was too late. Before she could get more than a word out, thunder shook the earth and the grasses caught ablaze. Before her horrified eyes, her vision came to life. Still, Lian couldn’t leave them to die. With urgent pushes and orders, she pushed whoever she could onto her back and flew them to safety, unceremoniously in fields or cliffs out of the danger zone before going back for whoever she could save. Over and over, she did this, barely feeling the burns as the fire licked her skin and scorched her feathers. Her lungs protested, her wings screamed under the strain, and still she didn’t stop.
Not until the world wavered under exhaustion and she collapsed with a child still clinging to her back… Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that? Do they wish to aid the Kawani or leave them to their own devices? Gradually, she came to, sore and coughing. Her lungs burned, and her wings were limp. She could barely move, but she didn’t care. The sounds of crying surrounded her. Crying meant life… sorrow… blearily, she forced her eyes open to see the villagers burying their dead and rebuilding their homes.
A healer knelt beside her, smoothing a healing balm into the worst of Lian’s wounds. The angeni closed her eyes again, guild and relief mingling inside her. She couldn’t safe the entire village, but she did save some of them. For now, she’d let that be enough. When she was stronger, she would help them rebuild, to atone for her failure in saving all of them. But for now… now, she was of no use to them weakened as she was. Now, she would rest. Tomorrow, she would help.
Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 3:59 pm
Tribal Mares Are The Most Epic
Your Name: speldancer The Tribal Soquili's Name: Nayeli Their Temper Loving Brief Personality: Nayeli is very motherly and loves to take care of people. She wants people to feel as loved and appreciated as she does. She doesn’t handle conflict well, unable to tolerate people being angry at her or raised voices. Nayeli suppresses her own anger and will explode after a while. She is still young and hasn’t figured out a way to deal with her anger, annoyance, or frustration. She just wants everyone, herself included, to be happy. How did they come to the Kawni Tribe?: Abandoned by her parents as a basket, Nayeli was brought into the Kawani village so that she would survive. They named her Nayeli so that every time they said her name they were also saying “I love you” so that she would never forget that she was loved despite what her mother and father did. How did they handle the great fire that ravaged their village? What did they do? Where did they go? Were they a hero or a coward? Nayeli at first did not understand what was happening. The fire started on the other en fog the village from her, and all she saw were people running and shouting. There was so much shouting that she was not able to understand what were being said by the other Soquili. The heat came next, the visual proof that her village was in trouble.
Fire raged and so did the anger inside her. But she refused to acknowledge that anger. With a less then cool head she began to yell at the others. “You can’t just leave,” she yelled at the fleeing animals, “you must help.” Some were already helping though she could not see this for the smoke was getting thick and black. But a few, a precious few turned back to try and save some others when they heard the call.
She charged blindly, stupidly, into buildings to pull out those that could no longer move due to burns or smoke inhalation, until one Kawani realized that she would not stop. He realized that their precious Nayeli was going to die trying to save those that could not be saved anymore. As she charged by he put a rope around her neck and pulled until her head faced him. He spoke to her harshly, though she did not understand what he was saying. It was clear however that he did not plan to let her continue to save lives.
Nayeli reared back, but the man was strong and able to move with her. She rushed him and he simply stepped out of the way, still holding the rope. They danced like this until the heat was too great to bear and she had no choice put to go with the man. In her blind rage she began to blame this man, who she did not even recognize in all the smoke, for the deaths of those left behind.
Tired, angry, and sure she could have saved more, Nayeli wept for the dead. She wept for the destruction and she wept for sheer exhaustion. But she still did not weep for herself and she did not forgive. No matter what others told her, she did not forgive that man that she did not know.
Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that? Nayeli was thrilled that enough of the village had survived to rebuild. But, though she tried, she can no longer trust humans. Every face she looks into, man or woman, adult or child, she sees that man that betrayed her and the dead. Try as she might, she can no longer live with the Kawani. Though part of her wishes to rebuild with them, to have her home again, she is too angry, too hurt, and too betrayed to be able to peaceful live within the village.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2014 9:08 pm
Tribal Mares Are The Most Epic
Your Name: stormflower The Tribal Soquili's Name: Kanti - Native American Algonquin name meaning "sings." Their Temper Strong Hearted Brief Personality: Kanti is a very kind hearted and caring soul. She is always there in your time of need and always goes out of her way to help others. She is very determined and doesn't stop until she has completed what she has set out to do. She also cant stand to see others suffering and will do her best to help heal or at least ease the pain be it physical or mental. She is very protective of her loved ones but wont hesitate to stand up for someone she doesn't know if she sees them being bullied or unfairly treated. She also cant stand to see others fighting and will do her best to calm the situation and help settle disputes as best she can. How did they come to the Kawni Tribe?: Kanti was born into the tribe. Her mother arrived one cold winter day very pregnant and very ill. There was no sign of the father but the villagers took her in and helped deliver Kanti into the world. Sadly her mother died a few months later from a strange illness the tribe didn't have the means to treat. Kanti grew up very loved and happy and bonded with a girl named Maka who helped raise her. Though Maka was only 13 when Kanti was born she became a second mother and best friend to her. How did they handle the great fire that ravaged their village? What did they do? Where did they go? Were they a hero or a coward? It had be hard with the rains not coming, but they were making due. They still found things to be thankful for and were still able to laugh and smile. Kanti kept positive that the rains would come, that the spirits had not abandoned them and she did her best to keep the others spirits up as well. Seeing the young children and foals play, she knew there was still hope and all was not lost.
The day started like any other, hot and dry but their was still happiness. Kanti and Maka were playing with some of the children when it happened. Clouds gathered and their was hopes of rain but instead lightning struck and caused brush fires to start. Everyone rushed to contain them but with the land so dry the flames spread to fast for them. Kanti and Maka worked to get the young ones to safety as the adults tried to calm the raging flames. It wasn't until they got them away from the fires that Kanti realized Maka wasn't with them. Panicked she rushed back into the village and tried to find her, she had to calm her mind amongst the panic and chaos and tried to listen to her surroundings. After almost a minute she heard a child crying from a hut that had caught fire, the roof looked ready to collapse. Kanti rushed in and found the crying child with Maka covering his body from falling flames and debris.
Maka was barely conscious but Kanti was able to get her and the child on her back. She knew she had to move quickly as the flames rained down around her. The smoke was blurring her vision and filling her lungs. She slowly made her way to the exit, but as she did a piece of burning material fell onto her face. She yelled and made a run for it out of shock and panic. She didn't stop running until she could no longer feel the flames licking at her coat. The other older children helped get the young child and Maka off her back and once they were clear she collapsed, panting hard from the smoke. Water was brought to her and she drank and the rest was used to wash her face. She knew she was singed but slowly she realized it was much worse, her eyes stung and her vision blurred and soon all went black.
When finally the flames were brought under control the healer made her way to Kanti but it was not good news. Kanti had lost her sight and had minor damage from smoke inhalation. Maka cried blaming herself but Kanti just smiled and asked if the children were okay. All that was left to do was pick up the pieces and rebuild....and to live. Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that? She is happy to see the village coming together and rebuild, they still had one another, they were still family. So she couldn't see, she still had her life. Many had been injured and several lost their lives, Kanti grieved for them and wished she could take their place especially with the children that they didn't get to in time. She wondered if things had been done differently if she could've saved them, but at the same time she believed that everything happens for a reason and everyone has their time. It would be difficult to adjust, for all of them but they had a great leader and in time the scars would heal and they would pick their lives back up. All they could was live taking it one day at a time. She would be there helping as she always did in whatever way she can.
Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 12:07 am
Tribal Mares Are The Most Epic
Your Name: Miss Cherie The Tribal Soquili's Name: Inola (meaning black fox) Their Temper Steadfast
Brief Personality: Quiet, somber, and subdued following the events that wracked the Kawani tribe, Inola is tormented by a sense of personal guilt surrounding her parents' passing. While she was not born into the tribe, she has never known any other life, and has used her healing gifts alongside the traditional tools of the shaman. She is, or was, deeply spiritual, and enjoyed a strong bond with the land. When the fires came, and the rain was too late in its arrival, her faith wavered-- faith in herself, and faith in the land. Still, beneath her grief, Inola is a bright mare whose artistic soul has been bound to her duties from a young age, and she will not soon forget them. A warrior's spirit lurks beneath her healer's mantle, and while she would call herself a coward, she is far from one at heart.
How did they come to the Kawani Tribe?: (Were they born into it, were they found or taken in?)
First came Mother, first smile, bright eyes, warm heart. Arms that held Inola up and lifted her from the basket. Safe. Mother's hands had woven the basket, and knew how best to pet and reassure her. They wrapped blankets around her when she was cold. Then came Father, whose strength she had found in arms that could carry her far, hands that knew the best ways to hold a bow, who could run like the Wind Horse could fly. Father, whose heart feared nothing. She had been too small, and her dame too young. But Mother and Father had taken her in, and had loved her from the start. She had learned to wear war paint, and carry the peace pipe. They did not speak the same tongue, but the language of love had no words, and she had held them within her heart, and had learned all that she could from watching.
How did they handle the great fire that ravaged their village? What did they do? Where did they go? Were they a hero or a coward?
The people had danced for rain. They had danced, and they had drummed, and still the rain had not come. There had been murmuring among the people, that perhaps rain would not fall. Still they danced, and still they drummed. When at last the clouds came, they brought not rain but the Great Thunder and his children. Grass too dry had lit with flame. No words could placate the fire, nor could every one escape its wrath. Inola had been asleep when first the fires came, but she had awakened with skin too tight, and a mouth dry with coughing.
It had been too late for her parents. She had pressed her blackened horn against hands that would not move, nudging them to try to wake them from a slumber that would not release its hold. Oh, Inola had cried, but she remembered too well their teaching. Even as the flames had licked at their teepee, she had known her duty. Though her eyes burned with tears and with the smoke that yet threatened to fill her lungs, she had left the outskirts were they had made their home and pressed into the heart of the village.
They had danced for rain, and she had danced with them. Now, as the flames gained ground, she put her horn to work. Not all were well enough to run swiftly, and so she had joined other unicorns, other healers, in trying to aid them. Those who could not leave their homes behind, she had wept for, even as she yet wept for Mother and for Father. Mother, whose heart had filled her with warmth, and Father, who would have wrestled this fire to its end if it had taken human shape.
When at last, exhausted, she had all but given up hope, it began.
It began to rain.
Rain would not heal the sick, nor tend the wounded, nor bring back those who had gone before. Rain would not bring back her mother or father, nor would it instill courage where it had failed. But the rain did come, at long, long last. There was nowhere left to dance, nowhere left to bring their wounded.
When the tribe left, she looked inside of herself for a strength that was not swift in coming. Yet still she remembered that first smile, and those strong hands. She... could not stay behind as Princess Soquili led them away from the only home that she had ever known. "Forgive me," she had told Mother's bones, Father's bones, when she could not bury them beneath her dwelling. There would be no teepee for her, not without hands that could weave, and arms that could lift, and... she could not bear to come back to that terrible place.
She had failed them. She... she had not been able to save the people who had loved her the most in all of the world. Inola could not console herself even with the thought that they had lived full lives, for they had been in their prime. They had...
She had slept through that first fire, and they had never awakened.
And so, she turned her horn to healing the wounded. From palette to palette she went, wherever she might hear the cries of the suffering victims of flame. When she at last could not turn her horn to another, she limped along heavily burdened, carrying the packs of those still moving from village to village, and when she could no longer do even that, she laid herself down in the mud, and did not move.
Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that? She's a bit in denial, truth be told. She doesn't want to think about having to establish a new village. Her heart is very heavy, for all the talk of not letting anything keep their spirits down. Still, Inola is determined to do right by her parents, even if she can't be with them. She feels selfish, guilty for wallowing in her pain, knowing that many others have lost as much or more than she has. She can't quite muster the enthusiasm that she once had, and she will likely have to relearn trust in the land.
Your Name: Jynk The Tribal Soquili's Name: Náhkohe (means "bear" in Cheyenne) Their Temper Stalwart Brief Personality: Náhkohe is a brave and strong individual. He will not back down from a fight if he truly believes the cause is just. He is righteous without being overbearing. Although he can be stubborn and hard-headed, he is willing to listen to others' points of view... and sometimes even admits that others were right when he was wrong. He is no hero, he simply believes in doing the right thing, no matter what that is. He can be naive in this and it can be easy to take advantage of his convictions. How did they come to the Kawni Tribe?: He was born in the tribe, as many of his family's generations before him. He has had little to no contact with life or Soquili outside of the tribe. How did they handle the great fire that ravaged their village? What did they do? Where did they go? Were they a hero or a coward? Náhkohe did his best to help carry water to the burning houses. With fires everywhere, the air was thick with smoke and screams of the panicked and injured. More than once, he was frightened, not of his own personal injury, but of hurting someone else in the rush to aide those putting out the blazes. On more than one occasion, he had kicked open burning walls of homes, celebratory when the occupants ran out to safety, but heartbroken when they lay there already consumed by the smoke and fire. He ran all through the night, assisting with rescues and bringing water and sometimes medicines to those in need until exhaustion finally gripped him and he collapsed into slumber far from the dangers of the fires. Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that? This tragedy has left a mark on Náhkohe's heart. He is sad for the loss of life and those similarly scarred by the event. To his credit, he has decided to stay with the tribe and help them rebuild, knowing his is a strong back good for carrying supplies to help repair the village. The tribe are his people and the village is the only home he has ever known, so he will stick by them through this time of rebirth and revitalization.
Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 1:37 am
Tribal Stallions Are The Most Amazing
Your Name: Mameha Otome The Tribal Soquili's Name: Ahote Their Temper Restless Brief Personality: Ahote was known to be strong, brave and unwilling to back down from a fight. Since the fire he has grown restless, fearing another fire, or something even worse, could break out at any time. It has further pushed his willingness to bring protection to anyone within the tribe (both human and Soquili) and he refuses to leave them. How did they come to the Kawni Tribe?: He was born and raised into it, his parents long since gone. How did they handle the great fire that ravaged their village? What did they do? Where did they go? Were they a hero or a coward? Many rainless months had passed and it was beginning to affect everyone in the Kawani lands. Ahote was no stranger to droughts, he had been through a small handful growing up with the tribe. However, this was the worst yet and there was something in the back of his mind that he didn't like about it. He knew the tribe was having a hard enough time providing water for themselves, let alone the other Soquili that lived there. That was only the start of their problems as food was becoming scarce as well. Ahote frowned as he nosed around the plains near the village. Everywhere he went led to more and more dried grass.
A flock of birds grabbed his attention as they suddenly burst from the treetops nearby. The stallion raised his head and stared at them for a moment before turning his attention to the forest. It wasn't long before he could hear the thundering of hooves and watched as many other small animals and Soquili burst from the overgrowth.
"There must be a skinwalker...they're getting desperate enough to come here and hunt our food." He surmised, turning his head to watch the others rush by him in a panic.
"Why are you just standing there?!" A stray mare called as she passed, "Run!" Before Ahote could question the mare's outcries, the smell of burning hit his nose as dark smoke filled the sky. The stallion's eyes widened as he turned to race back to the village. By the time he arrived, the fire was already closing in around the village. "No..." He narrowed his eyes and charged in, headed for the already burning teepees to make sure everyone was getting away. The smoke and heat burned his eyes and lungs, but he couldn't just give up on those that had raised him.
The sound of coughing and crying drew the stallion through the thick smoke and towards one of the nearby teepees. Sticking his head inside, Ahote found one of the tribeswomen huddled over her child. He snorted and nickered, smiling to himself when the woman looked up. The stallion could tell she was glad to see him and waited as she came out, placing her child on his back before climbing on herself. 'Don't be afraid, I've got you now!' The stallion thought as he turned and raced back towards the open plains and away from the path of the fire.
Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that? Ahote stood in silence, the child he had helped saved firmly clinging to his leg, both of them watching the rest of the villagers as they began to settle into their new home. They had traveled for the last few hours, going as long as they could before stopping. The stallion was relieved to see so many had survived and imagined those that he didn't see were alive and well, just lost in another direction and soon enough they would be reunited.
"Looks like things will be okay..." He murmured, looking briefly down at the small child attached to him. He nudged the child gently before laying down to provide more comfort, resuming his watch over the villagers. They were already in the process of gathering supplies from the forest. It would take them several days and nights, but Ahote could see the tribe he loved would be okay. Nothing would stop the new feelings that took over his mind leaving the stallion restless each following day, however he couldn't bring himself to ever leave the tribe for any reason.
Your Name: Jynk The Tribal Soquili's Name: Kaar'iis (Wichita for "black") Their Temper Vainglorious Brief Personality: Conceited and self-absorbed, Kaar'iis cares for little other than her own creature comforts. She is a beautiful mare and all too aware of it. She comes across as spiteful and manipulative, acting as if the sun and moon and stars rise and set on her lovely hide. Truth is, she has a secret longing to find true love. She thought she had it once, but was betrayed. To keep from being hurt, she has put up the shell around herself of vanity and selfishness. How did they come to the Kawani Tribe?: After her heartbreak, she wandered long until she came across the Kawani Tribe and was taken in by them. With the praise at how lovely she was, she came to adopt the new haughty personality. How did they handle the great fire that ravaged their village? What did they do? Where did they go? Were they a hero or a coward? Kaar'iis freaked right out when the fires erupted in the village. First thing she did was to make sure her beautiful mane and tail were not burned or even singed, then she headed straight into the woods, getting as far from the flames as possible to ensure she would not be marred by the fires' damage. She stayed there, hidden far away, blocking out the shouts for help and the screams of those in need. Is she proud of herself? No, but she knows she is the most important being to herself and the one she should look out for most is number one. This makes her less of a coward, and more of a self-serving b***h. As the fires died down, she headed back to village to begin directing others where to go, because supervisors don't have to get dirty. Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that? Kaar'iss cares not one way or the other if the village is rebuilt. She merely cares about how the Tribe and Soquili will cater to her every whim. She will put up enough of a front in a semblance of sympathy enough if it will get her what she wants, but as long as she is taken care of, she cares not a wit for anyone else's needs.
Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 4:02 am
I'm Heeding the Call!
Your Name: Jynk Your Soquili's Name & Cert: Croatoan Is This an NPC? Nope!
How did they feel about the ongoing drought in the Kawani Plains? Did it effect them at all?: Father has been silent a long time. The rains have not brought new waters to the Croatoan's glade in many weeks. The Croatoan worries for his mate, for she is the daughter of a water spirit and what is a water spirit without their water? Even the little fireflies no longer seemed to dance about the Croatoan's glade. Where had all the water gone? Without water, there is no life. No life means Father will surely perish as his glade withers. For the first time, the Croatoan is worried. He... I... I am afraid, for Father and dear Enakai.
When the great fire happened, did it effect them or their family in anyway? Did the news upset them, did they care, did they laugh?Fire. Flames. Everywhere burning. The glade is on fire. The Croatoan's glade--Father's glade! Nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide. The Croatoan has already sent his mate away to the safety of the beaches. What to do to save Father's glade? His trees? Is the Croatoan a bad son for not having the power to stop the fires, to save his home? When will the rains come again? What will be left when they do?
Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that? Do they wish to aid the Kawani or leave them to their own devices?There are many new people in the lands that the Croatoan has not seen before. The fireflies have returned and whisper to him that they come from the village of the Kawani people. The Croatoan does not know these people, but he is sure they may follow his Father if he helps them. And if if helps them, they may help him in reviving Father's glade. The Croatoan saw some green shoots earlier. Not all is yet lost. There will be renewal of this land, of the Croatoan's glade. Perhaps the burning was not all bad after all? Now to see to the people, to the possible new followers.
Your Name: Mameha Otome The Tribal Soquili's Name: Tiponi Their Temper Soothing Brief Personality: Tiponi is very gentle and works hard to keep her calm in any situation. She enjoys spending most of her time with the women of the tribe as well as playing with and keeping the children calm, happy and safe. How did they come to the Kawni Tribe?: She was captured at a young age and taken in to make use of her unicorn magic. How did they handle the great fire that ravaged their village? What did they do? Where did they go? Were they a hero or a coward? The morning started off like any other, progressively getting warmer and warmer as the sun rose overhead. Tiponi was eventually forced to retreat to the shade of the trees at the far end of the village as the heat each day was far too much for her dark coat. She smiled a bit, watching the children of the village as they played nearby. She had grown quite attached to many members of the tribe over the few short years she had been under their control. Despite what anyone else may say, the mare felt safe and secure among the tribe and willingly provided help in healing where needed.
Tiponi could smell and taste it in the air before it was upon them. "Fire?" The mare questioned, tilting her head to look around the village. "It's still too early in the day...there should be no fire burning for them." She murmured, getting to her feet to get a better look around. Crackling and snapping through the forest quickly drew the mare's attention behind her. Could the gods really be cursing them with fire after denying them rain for so long?
The first of the flames appeared, roaring towards the village, causing Tiponi to rear up and cry out. She swiftly turned tail and bolted towards the presumed safety of the tribe. The mare quickly discovered it was no use. The wildfire had surrounded them quickly due to the drought on the land. Her eyes darted about in a panic, looking for a way out and finding none. Fallen, burning trees quickly filled the area while the smoke and heat burned at her lungs. She could barely make out the figure of a stallion as he raced by.
"H-help! Come t-this way!" The mare coughed, words falling on deaf ears. Tiponi cried out again as she felt the flames biting her hide. She realized she was completely alone and would have to get to safety without help. Glancing around, she found a small section where the flames were low, took a running leap and bolted from the burning land.
Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that? Tiponi awoke on the far side of the land from where the village once resided. She had no idea how long she had been out, all she knew was that every breath burned her throat and patches of her body still felt like they were on fire. The mare hissed with every move before just settling on staying still in the grass and looking around for a ray of hope. She could see the movement of people some distance away, but wasn't quite sure what they were doing. All she knew is they weren't helping her now after all the years she had helped them.
It was still several hours more that she once again awoke. Tiponi didn't remember passing out, but was pleased to find the gentle hands of the tribe's medicine woman caring for her burns. She nosed the woman affectionately and nickered at her. 'Thank you...I won't abandon you if you won't abandon me...' She thought, closing her eyes once more to recover.
Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 5:33 am
I'm Heeding the Call!
Your Name: Mameha Otome Your Soquili's Name & Cert: Is This an NPC? No How did they feel about the ongoing drought in the Kawani Plains? Did it effect them at all?: Hiamovi frowned as his thoughts drifted once more to the drought in the lands. He stared in silence down at the nearly dry riverbed, debating the worth of going down to drink the water that the land needed far more than he. Even the two-leggers that housed himself and his family required it more. Several long minutes passed before the old stallion backed away and slowly plodded back towards his own tribe's encampment.
He stood at the edge of the group of teepees and watched the humans go about their daily life. He had spent many years among them and had never seen a year so bad as this. So much so that he wished they had stayed in the mountains for the summer. "At least then there would be snow to provide water...not much...but it's better than this." He mumbled, bowing his head. "Please send us rain soon, this old stallion doesn't need it, but the young ones and two-leggers do."
When the great fire happened, did it effect them or their family in anyway? Did the news upset them, did they care, did they laugh? Hiamovi stood in silence as he watched the smoke rise and fill the skies over the far forest. He never imagined the drought would get this bad, but was thankful that so far his tribe was largely unaffected. He knew of another tribe, a larger one that lived year round by those trees and frowned at the thought of them.
Were they okay? Would they seek his two-leggers for help? The old stallion battled with the thoughts racing through his mind in regards to rushing off to help or not. The only thing that stopped him was the distance between them. "I'd never make it in time...the flames are moving far too fast." He noted, watching as the trees turned black.
Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that? Do they wish to aid the Kawani or leave them to their own devices? Hiamovi spent several days watching the land in the distance. The fire had mostly burnt out by then and he had once more begun the thought process of going to find someone from the village to help.
"Not a single soul has come this way...could the fire have claimed them...?" He mused, idly hoping for movement on the horizon. By nightfall, nothing had caught his eye and the old stallion grunted standing up. He glanced back at the encampment before setting out towards the village near the forest.
He had to admit, he was relieved to find many of them settled in a heavy silence near the edge of the fire's aftermath. However, it pained him to see so many of them now homeless. He approached a small group of other Soquili among them to offer any assistance that he could.
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Your Name:Kamiki
The Tribal Soquili's Name:Unolvtani - "The Cold Moon" - This time of the season is a time for personal and ritual observance, fasting and personal purification. During this season, families prepare for the coming of the new seasons, starting in Windy Moon Anuyi or March. Personal items and tools for planting are repaired, and new ones made. Stories about ancestors and the family are imparted to the younger ones by the elders. A mid-Winter or "Cold Moon Dance" is usually held in the community as well, marking the passing or ending of one cycle of seasons and welcoming the beginning of the new cycle. Hearth fires are put out and new ones made. The putting out of Fires and lighting of new ones anciently is the duty of certain "priest" of certain clans, and coincides with the first new-arrival of the morning star (Sun's daughter, now called Venus) in the east. (from here)
Their TemperUnsullied
Brief Personality:Unolvtani's life is dedicated to healing and following a strict regimen of purity and rituals. Her and her Kawani two-legger companion were extremely reclusive; while they would offer their healing and medicine services to those who sought them out, her family lived outside the tribe some ways in a small family group. Because of this, she lacks a lot of social skills, and is subconsciously judgmental towards things and behaviors she doesn't understand. She is a very apt healer in both her natural unicorn abilities, but also with an intimate understanding of medicinal herbs and rituals.
How did they come to the Kawni Tribe?: Unolvtani was born into the Kawani tribe, and as a young filly she was traded to a medicine man as payment for services. She was then given as a gift to the medicine man's protege during his Tihaluhiyi ceremony - in which he transformed from a boy into man.
The two legger, who Unolvtani knew as Didanawisgi, was part of a small unit that kept mostly to themselves. While they would attend to some of the larger and more influential tribe gatherings or festivals, Didanawisgi and his family lived separately from the tribe and kept to a rigorous and strict lifestyle of fasting, purification rituals, and doctrine. Her and her family were renowned healers and medicine-people; and offering their services was strictly the only time any contact was made with "the others." Even when Didanawisgi would take Unolvtani to the main tribe for holidays and feasts, she was not allowed to interact or mingle with the other festival-goers.
This disciplined life, Didanawisgi told her, gave her strength and knowledge. Purity of the soul made one closer to the earth; and protected them from many of the illnesses they would come into contact with regularly. More so, Didanawisgi would explain, were sicknesses of the mind that could be spread from the others as easily as the cough - gossip, jealously, pettiness.... these were all things that sullied the minds of most men. Didanawisgi was very clear - because they kept their minds and bodies pure they would be far closer to the spirits than the normal man.
How did they handle the great fire that ravaged their village? What did they do? Where did they go? Were they a hero or a coward? Unolvtani, Didanawisgi, and the others of their sect were as unprepared to handle the raging fire as nearly everyone else. It spread quickly and devastatingly - but even as the ravens sung their songs of the impending fire; and the devastation it was wrecking on some of the outlying tribes and villages, Didanawisgi would not leave his home. He promised Unolvtani that they would be protected from the fire; that the fire was a purification of the land. It would burn away all the evil and leave the unsullied untouched.
The fire, however, was not so discriminatory. Didanawisgi and his entire family perished as easily as many others, and had Unolvtani not ran in a panic, she would have succumbed as well. She pleaded to escape to higher-ground with Didanawisgi, but he would not stop his prayer rituals, even as the flames grew closer.
Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that?For many days, Unolvtani was nearly paralyzed with the shame of having fled from her home. When she learned Didanawisgi had perished, however, she was left confused. If it was true that the fire was to wipe the land of those who were unpure - certainly Didanawisgi would have been spared! And a coward such as herself would have surely perished. She was devastated, but slowly began to come to terms. She didn't lose her faith completely - but slowly she began to learn that the fire was not divine retribution - the fire was simply a fire. Indiscriminate in its killing.
She found her way back to the main village, and found there were dozens - maybe more - who needed medical attention. There were many healers there already, but more were perpetually needed. There was so much healing that needed to be done - but physical and spiritual - and Unolvtani decided to offer to aid. She learned during the great fire a healthy dose of humility; that no amount of fasting, rituals, rules, or arbitrary tenants you follow - she was no better than the "others" after all.
But, was that such a bad thing?
Posted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 12:56 pm
Tribal Stallions Are The Most Amazing
Your Name: SwordOfTheDarkOnes The Tribal Soquili's Name: Nuka Their Temper Headstrong Brief Personality: Nuka is a young stallion at heart, he's headstrong and rarely backs down from a direct challenge. Surprisingly he's quiet dense as unless you directly insult him, he'll never get the hint. He loves a good fight, seeing them as a way to show his herd he'd protect them. If he thinks of someone as part of his herd then he'll never leave their side. How did they come to the Kawni Tribe?: Nuka was born into the tribe by a set of strong parents, thus where he gets the headstrong trait. How did they handle the great fire that ravaged their village? What did they do? Where did they go? Were they a hero or a coward? Nuka was terrified of the flames, mostly because he saw the flames take his parents away from him. He nearly bolted due to the fear he felt at watching his parents die. Then he heard it...a child. Not just any child...a child who the stallion had seen since the day they were born. The stallion, to this day, has no idea what possessed him to gallop through the flames or to knock over the burning teepee which housed the child and their family. Nuka nudged the child's mother, seeing the female wasn't moving he looked at the frightened boy. Nuka knew then and there, they needed to get out of here. Urging the child onto his back Nuka continued his gallop. Weaving in and around the flames, he heard the child struggle to breath and gained a burst of speed. He reached a tunnel of flames, never faltering in his gallop once through pain set in. His sides, hooves and other small areas were mildly burned...his lungs hurt and he could feel the child take in deep breaths.
Nuka cried only because he knew that so many lives were now lost. The child dropped to his side, the stallion nuzzling him when his hands never left his mane. The stallion saw that others had also gotten out, he breathed a sigh of relief. As they neared the group, the young stallion felt his world spin...the toll of the night and his frantic run had finally caught up to him. The stallion collapsed into darkness, the child's frantic cry rang in his ears.
Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that? Nuka is remaining with the village if only because of the child he now thinks of as brother. He is overjoyed that a fair number survived, if only because that means he can still have a family.
Your Name: -Diamond-Elephant- Your Soquili's Name & Cert: Nemain Is This an NPC? No. How did they feel about the ongoing drought in the Kawani Plains? Did it effect them at all?: The drought that plagued the Kawani plains had been an unforeseen enemy to the kalona mare. Out of all the various scenarios that would bring harm to her that she had considered, this had not been one of them. Nemain let out a derisive snort, eyes narrowing as she gazed up toward the blazing sun and silently cursed it, a leathery wing held aloft to provide some manner of shade. To be killed by a native of this land or someone from her former herd still loyal to the ex alpha, that was a far more likely scenario than perishing from heatstroke or lack of water because of some drought. Regardless of the likelihood or not this was what she was faced with, and she needed to deal with it... or else she'd die.
With a heavy sigh she stretched and fanned her wings, cloven hooves rising almost sluggishly as she set off in continued search for water. It was at a moment like this that she almost regretted her decision to split from her former herd, after all she was at a great disadvantage being on her own, she knew that. At least if she were in a herd there would be those sent off to scout for water and lush lands in one place, while the rest searched somewhere else. But that was not the reality of the situation. She was on her own, and that was that. There was little point in complaining, it wouldn't improve the situation. She could only head off in one direction and hope that her search proved fruitful. If not? Well, she'd deal with that if it came to such. When the great fire happened, did it effect them or their family in anyway? Did the news upset them, did they care, did they laugh? She was resting beneath the shade of a tree when it happened. The rumbling of clouds overhead stirred her from her rest, bright eyes slowly opening as she raised her head upward, sniffing the air. Perhaps these clouds carried the rainwater that was to bring an end to the drought that afflicted the land. Then again... she sniffed the air once more, the hint of an almost static scent on the wind... lightning. Within but an instant the dark clouds parted, casting cracks of lightning to the earth, striking grassland. What followed was a terrible sight to behold. Grass sparked and took light, and before Nemain knew it a great fire had begun.
With urgency she arose to her hooves and set off at a run, wings folded at her sides. She dared not take to the skies lest more lightning speared down and struck her from the air. Branches scratched at her body as she fled, fled from the flames and anything that could catch a light. She ran and she ran, breath coming hard and fast, chest heaving. Her exhaustion from earlier all but forgotten for the moment, adrenaline kicking in at full force. Hungrily, greedily, the flames ate and ravaged everything in its path, smoke rising and turning the sky a sickly black in its wake.
With such speed it followed after her, the heat from the flames uncomfortably close to her rear, kissing the tip of her tail. Head down and eyes set dead ahead she continued on, feet stumbling once or twice on the uneven terrain. She was getting tired, the adrenaline wearing off. Yet she couldn't dare slow down, it was too risky. She might be exhausted, but the fire of course raged on behind her. An enraged snarl came unbidden from past her muzzle, strengthening her resolve. She would not give in. She could not.
She had heard the screams, both human and beast, before she saw the devastation of the Kawani village. Her flee for safety had brought her there, and the sight she was met with was one of utter devastation. Animal and human alike tried in desperation to put out the flames. Most of their efforts were futile, however. Legs shaking and body weary she stood and she watched as the fire continued to consume all in its terrifying glory. It did not distinguish between young or old, good or bad. It consumed everything and everyone it could. Many shoved past her, some to get away from the fire, others rushing toward it to try and help. She thought fools of the latter. Why risk loosing your own life? Why not run? But those were questions for another time.
Shaking her head, the kalona mare turned to leave, this was not her problem to deal with. She soon stopped in her tracks, however, bright eyes catching sight of something that brought her pause. A young foal, stood stock still in place, eyes round and a look of sheer horror upon its face. Stupefied by events that were unfolding before it, it did not notice the tree that was about to fall, the flames having eaten away at its trunk. ''Move.'' Nemain uttered to herself, gaze firmly upon the foal. ''Move, you fool.'' She hissed, her words growing louder. It was of no use, the foal could not hear. Or would not listen. It was unclear which. Regardless, there was little time left to think.
With a great cracking sound the tree began to fall. Leathery wings snapped out as the mare glided forward and toward the foal, barreling into and knocking it out of the falling tree's path. The little thing let out a terrified screech as the two tumbled to the ground. They were battered and bruised, but they were alive. Now that the village is coming back together to rebuild, how do they feel about that? Do they wish to aid the Kawani or leave them to their own devices? For three days the fires had raged on. For three days they devastated the Kawani lands. But it was on the fourth day that the heavens opened, not to send more strikes of terrible lightning to the earth, but instead a healing rain. Soon it smothered and finished off what was left of the great fires. And it was then that everyone could breath a weary sigh of relief.
Despite herself she had stayed near the Kawani village (or rather what remained of it). She knew not why, but hovered close, keeping a watchful eye on the foal she had saved on the first night the fires had struck. When the rains came she laughed, a hearty, almost hysterical laugh. Head held aloft as she let the water soak her.
Soon after the Kawani people and their soquili began to rebuild. They were certainly a resolute people, she'd give them that. And it was not long after Nemain took her leave. She had no reason to stay and to help. They were not her people, her problem. So she left, but not before casting one last inscrutable gaze upon the village.
