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 Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 12:05 am
Fluttering pointy hooved kelp guys! Username:Bardess Ookami Basket Name: Einzo Temper: eccentric Personality: Einzo is a scholar of sorts, but not he stereotypical sort. (going to use male just to not keep saying "it" He sees the whole world as a laboratory, starting from he's mother's lessons with him in the swamp. He wants to use his gathered lore to become a healer of sorts, learning about soq ailments and mixing what must be mixed to cure them. Prompt Choice: 1 Prompt Post: The problem with the lectures on the vines was that the information was never enough, or rather, it was never enough for him to just hear it. Einzo wanted to smell every plant, see it from all angles, sniff it, feel it against his legs, and because he was still an impulsive foal who had not yet taken to heart lessons that would have lead to him knowing better... taste them all. So when mother had been teaching and she mentioned a plant that was supposed to settle a troubled stomach, he had to taste it. The taste was.... well no wonder she had not described it, it was indescribable. His mouth had a cool tingly feeling as he chewed the leaves, and he felt pretty good. He had looked up to ask his mother exactly how it helped when he realized she was gone. The panic set in. He was terrified he was lost on the swamp and would never make it home. But then he remembered that moss always grows on the side of trees that face home and that they had been heading in a straight line away. Einzo was relieved to realize that he could either find his mother or his home without too much difficulty. Then he was confused... should he go home, sure his mother would head there when she realized he was gone, or go find her? Then the fear came. Mother would be mad at him! He missed part of her lecture, and if he dared go home after that.... He shuddered then headed away from the moss, from home, looking for mother, who could be, at times, far more scary than being lost in the swamp.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 1:19 am
Fluttering pointy hooved kelp guys! Username: kaliskanny Basket Name: Tika for a female, Palin if a male Temper: impish Personality: Impish and full of business, this foal likes adventure. He loves to play pranks on his siblings and parents, but only if they are safe. While he is mischievous, he does care about his family and doesn't want them to get hurt. He hopes to grow in to a productive member of his family...or a pirate. Pirates are cool, too. Prompt Choice:1 Your little one was trailing after Aimee into the swamp. Somewhere along one of her lectures about different types of vines you seem to have wandered off! How do you get back to her? Are you scared, or is this just a walk in the park for you, you little rascal! (for this, I'm going to write is as the boy.) Palin was bored, so very bored. He'd been following Aimee around the swamp for hours, listening to his mother's lectures on the various plant life. He knew the area well enough from playing around earlier on his own. Yawning, the foal glanced around for a distraction to take his mind of the droning. He saw a brightly colored butterfly pass by, drifting toward some tall bushes. Suddenly, a thought came to mind. That spot would be perfect to play a prank on his mother. It was perfect, he thought as he started to sneak after the butterfly. His mother had her back turned, going on about some vines or something. He'd just slip behind the bushes and wait to see what she would do. This was great fun! After a few moments, the foal peeked out from the bushes. His mother was gone. Had she seen that he wasn't behind her and gone looking? He hoped not. As much as Palin wanted to mess with his mother, he didn't want to upset her. He looked around, stepping out from his hiding spot. If he had to go home on his own, he could find his way...but he was worried about his mother now. He walked over to the vines, looking at the ground for any trace where his Aimee might have gone. He looked up and saw her standing to his left, where she'd been standing the whole time. He couldn't believe his prank was a fail. He hadn't realized she'd gone on with the lesson after noticing he'd gone behind the bushes. Ugh. He'd have to think of something else later.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 2:15 am
Fluttering pointy hooved kelp guys! Username: AislingJuno Basket Name: Aryal Temper: inquisitive Personality: Aryal has a curious/bold nature that can sometimes get her/him into trouble. As a foal He/she is a bit of a daydreamer and it’s a normal occurrence for Aryal to become so lost in thought as to get briefly separated from the family and cause Tanis much unnecessary stress. As an adult Aryal will still be a bit of a dreamer but will take to heart Aimee lectures on safety and awareness. Having a mother who can so easily spot lies will make Aryal a terrible liar, he/she will smile a bit and fidget when telling a lie sure that at any moment Aimee will catch on. As an adult Aryal will not lie unless under dire circumstances and will value honesty& integrity in other soqs. As a foal Aryal has a deep hunger for skin-ship and especially when scared, will often lean against family members as a way of reassuring him/herself that everything is alright. Perhaps because of Aryal flutter blood he/she has a big phobia about submerging his/her head under water. If I do win I’d like to rp with family members him/her getting over this particular fear and discover the wonders of his/her water nature. Prompt Choice: 3 Prompt Post: Aryal who was normally so bold and confident regarded the depths of the swamp with distaste. It was not that he/she didn't enjoy the feeling of water on his/her pelt but the depths lacked security. Aryal enjoyed feeling the ground under his/her hooves it was a securing feeling that if Aryal needed to he/she could easily get back to the bank of the swamp. His/her two siblings were lazily swimming further away from the embankment. “Wait it’s not safe,” he/she murmured to him/herself he/she didn’t want to shout the words out loud for fear his/her mother standing nearby would discover his/her inadequacy. Her kelpie heritage was strong within her and the notion of fearing watery depths would be an alien concept to her. He/she would have to try a different way to divert his/her sibling attention and bring them back to the safety and security of the bank. “What-cha doing,” Aryal questioningly asked his/her elder brother and sister. “Were playing water tag,” Aryal’s sister gleefully replied as she splashed around the swamp trying to catch up with their brother. “ Really that’s boring, we play tag all the time. “ Aryal tried to keep his/her voice disinterred. He/she was a terrible liar and in fact loved tag more than anything but his/her siblings playing in the depts scared him/her. “I found a pretty snail shell; it’s a soft pink spiral shell with small white flakes. Do you want to see it? I’m sure we can find other like it” Aryal’s sisters eyes widened. “Can I have it Little brother,” She gleefully shouted as she swam out of the water and walked up to the bank to stare at the shell. “Sure I thought you could add it to your collection,” Aryal replied with a hint of pride in his/her voice proud that his/her plan had worked out. “Why did you ruin the fun? Sis was it and she was too slow to catch up with me. After all I’m the best swimmer out of the rest of us. “ Aryal elder brother remarked as he made his way to land. “You might be the best swimmer but do you honestly think you could find a prettier shell? I know were all the best spots are and I’m not telling you my secrets,"Aryal remarked smugly. “I’ll take your challenge little bro. I find a shell so pretty that you’ll weep at its beauty“ Aryal brother remarked before he sauntered off. Aryal waited to his/her brother back was turned before sticking his tongue at his/her brothers retreating figure. His sister cheerfully laughed at his antics. "Let's show him how real treasure hunters find shells, "Aryal remarked as he/she winked at his sister.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 9:06 am
Fluttering pointy hooved kelp guys! Username: Belloblossom Basket Name: Lily - Female, Orchis - Male Temper: Adventurous Personality: Lily has always been an adventurous and rather imaginative foal. She rarely backs down, and tends to plunge in head first to any situation, without thinking of the consequences later. Such an attitude has gotten her into a lot of trouble, and while her mother has made it clear that she wants her offspring to deal with their troubles on their own, Lily has come to believe that wherever she is, if she calls for her father, he'll come and rescue her from any peril. She has yet to learn that her father won't always be there to rescue her when the occasion calls for it. Prompt Choice: #1 Prompt Post: It had happened again. Lily didn't remember getting lost, only wandering off to investigate whether a log nearby was a log, or some swamp reptile. Once she had deduced that it wasn't such a creature, she was turning back only to spy a brightly colored flower nearby, which turned out to be a large and very beautiful butterfly. All thoughts of her mother momentarily forgotten, she had followed the butterfly until she had found herself splashing into deep murky water, with her hooves stuck fast below her. At first, she had become alarmed, and thrashed about as best as she could, only to find that the more she flailed about, the more stuck in the mud she was. With a final wail, she stood still, and tried to remember what her mother would tell her about these sort of spots. Unfortunately, all Lily could remember was what they were traveling to find today. Aimee was taking her to see her namesake, the Swamp Lily, that was supposed to be one of her mother's favorite flowers. She remembered seeing the light behind her mother's eyes when she spoke about the flower, and her contentment when Lily agreed to come with her. Lily had always enjoyed the swamp, for it was so full of mystery, and she was bound to always have some sort of new thing appear before her. Now... Well, it was clear that no one was coming to get her, not even her father, who would always come when she called. She was going to have to get out of this one on her own, somehow...
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 10:33 am
Fluttering pointy hooved kelp guys! Username: hanging gallow Basket Name: Jaylin (its unisex!) Temper: Astute Personality: Jay is very observant and intelligent, she has a habit of remembering things that are told to her, names, faces, plants little facts she remembers tucked away into her mind and able to pull them out when need be. The swamp is the perfect place for her to live, letting her explore large amounts of fauna as a foal, the creatures and even the insects that live about. Jay does have a little bit of an issue in showing expression and or emotion finding it easier to merely state how she feels without expressing it on her body such as crying or getting angry or etc. She doesn’t feel any need to lie, tell a lie seeing that truth will only benefit in the end. Prompt Choice: Prompt 1 Prompt Post: The green eyes watched as the leaves curled around the snake like body of the vine as her mother’s strong voice continued on in her lecture of the plants of the swamp. Toxicodendron radicans Jay replied only in a whisper for her own ears to hear, noting the name into her brain and noting the three leaves that stemmed from its branches. Normally for most it was a shrub but in some occurrences it was a trailing vine or even a vine that would grow on trees for support. After repeating the facts she closed her eyes for a moment and then nodded, she would remember if she needed it for later. Opening her eyes again she peered around, the familiar body and voice of her mother was gone, or at least no longer in her sight. The thought of what to do didn’t cross the filly’s mind as she started to walk in a direction, making note of the plants that her mother had already shown her and making notes of things she didn’t recognize. She would pause to remember their appearance before continuing on her way hoping her mother would know their names when they had returned. The swamp mud bubbled and popped as her little hooves sank in, a Bufonidae, or as most knew it as a toad hopped by only taking a moment to peer at her and then continue on its way. “Well bye then Bufo,” she replied with a nod of her head and wiggled herself past the Typha latifolia’s and to the familiar tree with that was cloaked in Tillandsia usneoides, or otherwise known as Spanish moss. As the foal expected her mother has already arrived calming the familiar figure of her father, as a look of worry was still plastered on his face. “What is wrong?” She asked as she approached unaware of their loving concerns.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 10:38 am
Fluttering pointy hooved kelp guys! Username: Sabra Knight
Basket Name: Female: Arima “Soul” Male: Spirit
Temper: Imaginative
Personality: Arima has a kind heart and a bright smile, but is often hard to read as she lives in her own world. While she loves exploring and listening to her mother’s love of nature and exploration the foal sees things in a different light. For her every tree holds a story and every cloud a new idea. Because of this she can often be found at the end of a group day dreaming about each and every new sight. In her mind she can spin wonderful tales about everything in the swamps and can bring magic to the simplest of things.
Her quiet nature tends to keep her imagination secretive, but for those who unlock her inner thoughts a beautiful story will be given to them.
And thankfully she’ll have close family as it’ll take all their care to keep this innocent one from randomly going along with strangers or falling asleep anywhere *as she will be prone to doing so while day dreaming*. Because of them she'll always feel protected and safe which for her early life will keep her innocent and free until some event later might teach her how to be more wary of others.
For her future I think it would be interesting to see how she deals with darker creatures as she can see a heart in everything even when it won’t always be the case.
*Personality will be the same either way with just a bit of a twist (just more adventurous and bold later on in a quest to find his own princess) if it’s a boy instead of a girl*Prompt Choice: Quote: Your little one was trailing after Aimee into the swamp. Somewhere along one of her lectures about different types of vines you seem to have wandered off! How do you get back to her? Are you scared, or is this just a walk in the park for you, you little rascal!
Wiggle, wiggle…
Watching a stray vine the little foal never noticed that her path had separated from her mother’s. Now she was moving slowly with her nose pressed firmly against the damp ground. The dancing vines continued to stretch out about the little one, but the fresh smell of the earth beneath her hooves was enticing. Others may have viewed the swamps with distaste, but Arima saw them as a beautiful wonderland where magic was always blooming around every corner. For her every cobweb held a rainbow and the fluttering wings of the bugs created fairy music in the air around her.
Because of these tales spinning in her mind she had no time to be afraid.
Instead the foal was caught up in the heart of exploring where the vines ended and what possible treasures lay ahead. Her mother was always so enthusiastic about hidden treasures and Arima always imagined a wonderful journey for them to go on every time. One day when she was bigger she would cross mountains and see new wonders while finding the perfect treasure to bring home to her family. Oh hey! There were even some ‘kittytails’ here, “One day I’ll catch you meowing.” Whispered the foal playfully before jumping up in surprise as a frog hopped into a puddle away from her.
Oh!
She wondered what sort of mission he could have been on…blinking though the little one remembered her own mission. She was exploring with her mother! “Momma?” Oh no! Was Aimee caught in some trap of evil? Arima laughed softly. She would feel bad for anyone who tried getting something past her momma! Already she could see the hoof kicking that anyone would get for trying something against her mother.
The image made her even more inspired to try to head back to her mother's side. Thankfully the foal had a keen sense of memory (as she used what she remembered to write in tales later with a twist) and could remember the plants that had been named before. Making her way back the foal only was slowed by grasping vines and the occasional greeting to the "tiny folk of the swamp" who sometimes made her slip up into mud slowing her down that way as well.
But as she bounced back through all the muck and foliage the little one felt immediately encouraged as she came back into the light where her mother's silhouette stood. After all what need was there to fear when her momma was a brave knight to protect her? Smiling happily Arima moved back to Aimee's side to continue listening to the nature lessons.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 10:45 am
Fluttering pointy hooved kelp guys! Username: ~Twilight...Angel~ Basket Name: Shui - Means "water" in Chinese. Temper: Steady Personality: Shui is sure of themselves and believes that, no matter what others think of them, they are destined to do great things. They will NEVER give up when they set off on a path, something their mother has pounded into their head. Shui is family oriented and enjoys seeing everyone, including extended family. They try to be like their mother, seeing the turth in others. If you lie to Shui and they find out, you WILL be sorry. They do not forgive easily if end up on their bad side. Trusting is something that is harder to come by with Shui but is rewarding when they accept you as one of their own family. Though they can be stubborn, they are loving and kind at heart and will never allow others to stand in their way. Prompt Choice: Your father is a purebred flutter. Your mother is a mix of wind, cerynei and kelpi. With so many mixed races in your genes do you feel conflicted? Do others make fun of you because of your mixed heritage, or do they think you're exotic? Is it possible that you wish you were something else entirely? Prompt Post: Shui was always sure that others were simply jeleous of her beauty. She could certainly understand why, she is a creature of unsurpassed beauty after all. Though she had plenty say that she was a strange mix of breeds, she was sure such a thing didn't matter. If anything, it made her even more beautiful than the ones who made fun of her and talked down to her. There were even adults who sometimes talked under their breath around her. She would certainly show them. There was no way that they were better than herself. Shui pranced around the others, he head held high. She didn't often leave the swamp where her mother was, only because of the stares and whispers. Today, she decided, was the day to try and simply get over it. There wasn't anything she could do about the way that she looked, so she might as well just show off. Proving just how much better than the others she really was. The foals around pointed and stared. She gave them a glare that dared them to continue and they stopped. No longer was she going to be talked about and spoken down to like she was lesser than them. Especially since she held herself in the highest esteem. They would simply have to learn their manners and respect her for who she is.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 12:46 pm
Fluttering pointy hooved kelp guys! Username: one over three Basket Name: Pan (Unisex) Temper: Secretive Personality: (I'll be using a male pronoun) Due to his mother's strictness, and his father's protective nature Pan learned early on that doing as he pleased was fine. Or rather, it was fine so long as his parents never found out. Forbidden adventures were the greatest lure. And while he would get in trouble plenty in his younger days the tongue lashings only served to make him more cunning and careful the next time. As an adult he stays near swamps and lakes, using the traits he inherited from his parents to confuse and beguile any who happen to pass by. Prompt Choice: 2 Quote: Your father is a purebred flutter. Your mother is a mix of wind, cerynei and kelpi. With so many mixed races in your genes do you feel conflicted? Do others make fun of you because of your mixed heritage, or do they think you're exotic? Is it possible that you wish you were something else entirely? Of all the things Pan learned on his adventures, one of the things he found most amusing was how some folk considered mixed breeds to be disadvantaged in some way. While the pure bred children certainly had inherited all the strength of their parents, the half breeds weren't worse off, only different. He considered the pure breeds to be masters of one trick, while he, he was a jack of all trades with many tricks in his repertoire. The Cerynei and flutter blood in his veins gave him a slight unassuming figure. Few saw him as a threat. And although his aquatic lifestyle rendered him unable to use the flutter wings his father had given him, he could still shrink, and he could still swim. And it was all this which he explained to the haughty kalona filly who had approached him for seemingly no other reason than to mock his mixed heritage. "I cal fly to places in a day which you couldn't reach if you walked for the rest of your life," she boasted. "This is true," he said as he turned away from her, wading off into the swamp waters. Once he'd reached a depth he liked he turned back to show her the delicate bracelet he had taken from her tail. "But despite that. I bet you can't catch me now," he said, as he sunk down into the murky waters. She could have the rest of the world. This was his home, and no outsider could best him here.
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 2:03 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 09, 2014 7:11 pm
Fluffballs, haha. I forgot this ended today; we had a wicked storm come through and I've been helping people all day.
Good luck participants! 8D
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elvyralani rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 4:48 am
We are stuck between a few, so help us dice!
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 10:52 am
The winner is hanging gallow! You guys are seriously all amazing and this was one of the hardest, if not the hardest, contest I've ever had to judge. Thank you all for your interest in our family.
That being said, I would like to welcome hanging gallow's Jaylin into the family! We look forward to seeing what you do with the little one. c:
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2014 9:30 pm
Painted Moose The winner is hanging gallow! You guys are seriously all amazing and this was one of the hardest, if not the hardest, contest I've ever had to judge. Thank you all for your interest in our family.
That being said, I would like to welcome hanging gallow's Jaylin into the family! We look forward to seeing what you do with the little one. c:EeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEE thank you both!
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