Personality: Xandriel, much like her father has a connection to spirits, though she calls them whispers. She may not be able to see these spirits, as they are more like voices in her head, rather than manifestations. She has an affinity to the darkness, whereas the sun hurts her eyes. Being more attuned to life in the nighttime, she finds a quiet solace in the peaceful lull that the night brings her. She is both friendly and mean, sometimes, both at the same time. She is a paradox of emotions, most of which she blames on the whispers in her head.
Prompt Response: Open From the moment she was born, one could tell that Xandriel was a unique individual. From the time she was placed in her basket, she had heard whispers. At first they were frightening, as anything new would be, but as she matured inside the basket, she found that the whispers weren't scary after all. Over time, they just became part of her, part of who she was. Sometimes she would whisper back, not knowing where the whispers came from, or who. When the time came for her to emerge, she opened her eyes, blinking furiously at the bright light from the sun. She had grown accustomed to the darkness that pervaded her little cocoon inside her basket. She stayed inside the basket until the sun set, pushing the lid almost closed again. Once night fell, she slowly emerged, relishing in the darkness. She looked around, finding her parents and siblings waiting.
As she grew, the whispers stayed with her. She had come to call them 'friend' in a loose sense of the term. Sometimes her family would find her talking to herself, but she was actually talking to her 'friends'. Xandriel was a quiet child, keeping to herself most of the time. When she did interact with her family, she was withdrawn and moody. It wasn't that she didn't like her family, it was more than her friends told her that she shouldn't trust them, that she didn't need them. She was very conflicted by this, for she loved to spend time with her parents. Sometimes she would try to sneak away and play a game with her brothers, but then the 'friend' would appear again, telling her they were all deceiving her, that they wanted to hurt her or make her do bad things. Usually when this happened, she would cry out, screeching at her siblings or parents, sometimes even try to bite or kick at them, and then she would run away. It wasn't always bad, though. Some days were better than others. Most of the time, she would play alone, or not play at all.
Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 6:05 pm
Name: Culata
Meaning: Bastardization of the word reticulata which is the species name for Phausis reticulata. Phausis reticulata, also known as the 'blue ghost firefly', is unusual as the males emit a steady blue light as opposed to the yellow-green or white of most other firefly species.
Temper: Intense.
Personality: Culata has many, many questions. She is ruthlessly curious about anything and everything that she comes into contact with. As soon as her eyes adjust to the darkness the very instant she emerges from her basket, she will have questions. Why is the moon shaped like a smile? Why are the stars so far away? Every tidbit of information she digests will be catalogued and kept for future reference. Because of her very serious nature, she can oftentimes be taken advantage of, or lured into trouble. Culata has a habit of believing anything she is told, and she is not apologetic should this behavior be problematic for her.
This curiosity will lend Culata a sort of wanderlust, one that causes a hunger deep in her chest. She will have no affinity towards either blackest night or brightest day, at the start. She will enjoy both equally, because they each have something different to offer. When the sun goes down, the nocturnal creatures come out to play; the spiders, the bats, the fireflies for which she is named. The owls call to one another, the skittering of raccons can be heard, and the low cries of otherworldly beings also ring out.
However, the daylight brings with it not only visibility, but blue skies, clouds, and much more activity on a larger scale. Butterflies, singing birds, and most importantly, other Soquili. As time moves on, Culata will begin to favor the daylight hours.
Admittedly, Culata does have a wry sense of humor. She is not always a staid, serious filly. Just.. most of the time.
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Her parents, Culata thought, were two of the most interesting beings alive.
Her father was capable of speaking to spirits. She often watched him from afar so as not to interrupt. It was fascinating, as the spirits he spoke to almost seemed to talk back, and there were times that Culata was certain that she could hear them. She was always full of questions once he was finished, and when nobody was watching her, Culata would make attempts to reach the spirits as well.
They never answered back. She wasn't certain she'd ever expected them to, though she hoped and constantly tried when she was alone.
Her mother enjoyed things that Culata found curious. Spiders and such. Culata could watch her mother for hours, entranced by the way the pretty mare moved from web to web without so much as disturbing the dew-laden lacing of the webs. Sometimes she would pretend that she was as graceful as her mother was, but more often than not Culata would destroy the webs, or step on a spider - and she always felt a little awful, but never dared tell her mother.
She enjoyed the night hours, but as each day passed, Culata found herself hungering more and more for the warm rays of the sun, the bright chirping of birds, the soft flicker of butterfly wings. The sun was utterly warm and delightful on her pelt, and there was nothing more satisfying than the scent of the early morning, crisp and fresh.
Meaning: Cambodian origins meaning Moonbeam. Name Found Here
Temper: Rough-Hewn
Personality: Chantrea is a sweetheart who wants nothing more than to spend time with her family and watch the heavenly bodies amidst the night sky. She is fascinated with the stars and what they could possibly really be, sometimes she thinks them fireflies stuck in the sky, other times she images them to be spirits who shine their guiding light down upon those who needs help. Sadly though her nighttime adventures, sleeping schedule, and odd habits to be disconcerting, or possibly that could be attested to her unique appearance. This has made her a little rough around the edges and outside of her family she would not know how to interact with others, and this could make her look cold and distant though she is anything but. She is also very rough and tumble, and not afraid to wrestle with her brothers. Someone has to keep them in line! If she has one flaw it would likely that she has a severe case of claustrophobia and cannot stand enclosed spaces. Therefor when she sleeps she often does it under good shelter, when available, but never in a cave or similarly enclosed space.
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Prompt One
When you finally emerge from the basket you notice how dark the world is. The sky above you is littered in little dots of stars as a crescent moon hangs low in the sky. What do you feel? Do you like the night? Or do you yearn for something more?
From the first moment she opened her eyes she was surrounded by darkness. The basket that confined her at this early stage in life was awful. She was too hot, and the early signs that she bore claustrophobia was evident by how she thrashed to escape as quickly as possible. She started by trying to maneuver her legs into a position to stand. 'One foot at a time!' She thought. Once she felt her feet were in the right spots she pushed with all her meager strength and stood up, popping the top of the basket off, though it stayed on her head for a moment looking like a comical hat. Sadly she had overestimated herself and topped forward her chest hitting the wet dewy grass below her. Her basket lid hat slid down her face until it came to rest over her face and blinding her to the world for a few more seconds. She huffed unhappily and using her knees righted herself, finally standing up fully. Her basket lid, now flipped upside down rested on the grass in front of her. The first thing she heard was an owl hooting in the distance, while she blinked rapidly, her eyes adjusting to the light of the crescent moon above her. Turning her head this way and that she took in all she could her brain overflowing with the sights and sounds. She saw dew covered grass, and prickly thorn bushes. The owl that she had heard alighted in a tree nearby. She cocked her head and stared at it for a moment until she noticed the two large soquili nearby. Comically she looked at her mother and said, "Daddy?" Which earned her a few laughs before her father told her that term should be attached to him. She smiled up at her parents and snuggled up to her mother for a few moments before something else caught her eye. Trotting off she looked about and discovered the amazing world around her, loving every second of the dark night she was born on.
Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 8:23 pm
Name: Ismene
Meaning: Knowledgeable in Greek. It is also the name of a character from Oedipus, Antigone's sister. "Ismene serves as the compassionate but rational and prudent counterpart to Antigone's headstrong style of decision-making with no regard for consequence."
Temper: Enduring
Personality: Although born of the comfort of the night, Ismene is more than that -- She is of the night. Her eyes can see well during the night, but once the sun comes up, she has to wander the night with her other senses. At first, Ismene was confused by her... Special ability, but with time (as she grew older), accepted what she couldn't do and developed what she could do.
Ismene's curiosity grew endlessly since the first night outside of her basket. She would spend the night time exploring every nook and cranny, learning whatever she could from her parents. Although her parents took to sleeping during the day, Ismene took a different route - She would only sleep for a few hours a day during dawn and dusk. Every other hour would be spent learning what she could.
With the lack of sleep, Ismene would come off a bit strange to others. She had her father's knack of communication with the spirits. There wasn't actual conversations, but when she heard noises from the, Ismene would respond back. Despite that, however, Ismene was quite knowledgeable, especially about plants.
Ismene had a better sense of plants during the day, when her lack of eyesight heightened her other senses. With that, she was able to learn about different plants. She hopes to become a healer that specializes with herbal medicines.
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The warmth of her basket was an odd place. It reminded Ismene of when she was still within her mother and that presence felt good, but part of her... Part of her just wanted more. When she got tired of the warmth, she peeked her head out for the first time and received her first breath of bone chilling air.
It felt good. The feeling was strange, but she closed her eyes and took a few more deep breaths of the night air. Ismene took steps out of her basket and flexed her wings. The chill of the air was refreshing after being in the warmth of the basket so long.
Ismene smiled brightly at her parents and siblings. They all seemed so at home already. For her, it felt like something was missing still. She did love the cold of the night air, but part of her wanted the warmth of the basket again -- that comforting warmth.
She stared at the stars and explored the night until she heard her parents call out. Something called 'the sun' was ready to rise and it was time to sleep. "The sun?"
As the sun started to rise, Ismene let out a small yawn. Her parents were ready to head to sleep, but she wanted to keep exploring. She wanted to know more about this light that seemed to provide that familiar warmth of the basket. Ismene watched as the sun grew brighter, but noticed something else.
The warmth was growing, but what she could see grew less and less. For a few minutes she could still see the trees in the distance. When she could feel the brightness of the sun against her coat, Ismene couldn't even see the blades of grass at her feet. All her eyes showed her was bright white until her eyes closed again.
Ismene muttered a few words, half wanting to cry. "Where did everything go...?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 10:54 pm
Name: Celesse Realta
Meaning: Heavenly Star
Temper: Temperate
Personality: Celesse is a gentle soul, kind and compassionate, but not overly demonstrative. She is extremely shy and speaks very little. She is gruff, awkward, and when she does communicate, is blunt and seems to have no filter between her mouth and brain . She thinks deeply about every action she might take and the consequences of doing or not doing anything. She cares deeply. She is devoted to the idea of family and the importance of blood ties in the abstract, her feelings toward the individuals related to her by blood will be determined by her interactions with them. That being said, she will do anything in her power to stand by her family and do whatever is necessary to see that they are safe and happy.
She is a perfectionist in that she sets only the highest goals for herself - nothing is worth doing, unless it is worth doing well. She often falls short of the goals she sets herself, and is harsher on her own perceived failures than anyone else could possibly be. And though it is a double standard - she is very aware of it - she does not expect others to reach her expectations. In fact, she holds no expectations of others, allowing them to impress or disgust her on their own merits. She is intelligent, wanting to know anything and everything possible, but in a quietly curious manner.
Her favorite time of the day is twilight and dawn, those times when light and dark are in equal measure. There is a quiet and potential, and sense of life that is only truly palpable at that time.
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Prompt 2: Your father talks to spirits that linger around him, your mother coos as small bats flutter by and loves to look at pretty spider webs. What do you think about them? What do you think about what they like? Do hate creepy crawling things or do you love them?
All Celesse had known and seen from the time she and her brothers emerged from their baskets. Their dad would speak to spirits around him that only he could see, and mom would admire spiders webs and coo at bats. This was constant. This was normal. Or rather, it was the normal that they knew. And that was alright, and more than alright. It was something that was theirs. Facts of life and parts of her family that she might not necessarily get, but loved about them anyway. Special. Unique.
Or so she learned later.
Others considered her normal to be weird at best, and would often cause others to draw back or ridicule or in extreme cases attack her. Which causes her pain, though she would never show it. Allowing that everyone had the rights to their own opinions, no matter how wrong they might be. And she would bury the pain deep down where no one would ever know, and she would continue to reach out to others. She wanted friends of her own kind, not simply creepy crawlies or invisible spirits.
But until she could find others who understood her, and would accept the bits about her and her family that weren't exactly 'normal', if she chose to spend her time with whatever woodland creatures she could find and get to spend any time with her, well, that was her perogative.
Posted: Wed Aug 27, 2014 11:22 pm
Name: Nisha Moros
Meaning: It means “Night” in Hindi
Temper: Anxious
Personality: A strange and quiet filly at times, Nisha finds she was meant for the dark. There is a whole other world that appears after the sun sets and that is where she feels most comfortable. She will ‘listen’ to the trees, giggling randomly for no apparent reason. When the wind whistles through the leaves, Nisha will grow silent, seeking the closest ‘shelter’ she can find until it stops. The wind is a strange thing that makes her feel awkward and a little frightened at times. You never can tell when it’s going to strike and Nisha does not do well with being surprised. As a foal, she’ll be quite anxious over small things, like a change in her surroundings. Adaptability is not something she is good with. Nish likes things to be just as they are, which makes her feel happy and comfortable.
As she grows older, she’ll learn to accept change a little more easily. But she’ll grow more wary of the daylight hours. Nisha will find herself also being very awkward in social settings, as she is not used to being around anyone other than her family and the nocturnal critters. Speaking to a bat or the little spiders that make glistening webs is easy. Saying hi to someone that looks the same as she (in theory) will be the most difficult obstacle for her to overcome!
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Prompt 1
When you finally emerge from the basket you notice how dark the world is. The sky above you is littered in little dots of stars as a crescent moon hangs low in the sky. What do you feel? Do you like the night? Or do you yearn for something more?
It took a little work, but she was finally free of whatever had cradled her for so long! Or at least, she thought she was. There was a lot of blinking, some confusion as things were still dark, and a little fumbling around on shaky legs. She was out, right? Nisha moved a leg and… yep. Her nose smacked into something cool and hard, though a little soft. That was definitely not the thing that had been holding her!
With a little more effort, she opened her eyes and looked up and up… The first thing the little filly saw were the stars. They were the most beautiful and magnificent things she’d ever seen! She found herself just laying there, quietly staring upwards. “Wh-what… are dey?” She squeaked out in a voice that hadn’t been used before. Which startled her and made the young filly scramble to wobbly legs, attempting to hide under the closest thing to her. It just happened to be her father. Peeking out from under him, Nisha got a good look at her surroundings.
Everything was dark and held a soft glow about it. A strange orb that was bigger than the little ones she liked cast most of the light. Soft sounds she couldn’t even begin to name surrounded them and made her feel peaceful.
A shy smile began to form as Nisha inched back out into the open, exploring around herself little by little. There was way too much to see but she was definitely going to try!
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 12:42 am
Name: Morgiana
Meaning: A Latinized form of Welsh Morgan, meaning "great queen."
Temper: Quiet
Personality: Morgiana rarely talks outside of family and friends. But with family as well as friends she can be every talkative and she likes strange things like odd jewelry that wouldn't be jewelry to another. Like chains and stuff which could be cute. But her best cute moments are either when she is dancing which she does when she believes no one is watching. And when she gets mad because then she will usually puffs up her cheeks and stomps her front hoof on the ground hard. Although sweet and charming in her movements she is normally hiding the fact that she is physically and emotionally tough for reasons like not wanting a maybe lover to see she as something not cute. She acts more helpless like when others outside of family and friends are watching her. Secretly very insecure about a few things. Hiding those very well.
Prompt Response: #3 Morgiana loving to dance as she watches how the spiders move to spin their webs. How the spirits around her father seem like wisp that move as grace was a way of life and natural to everything. That sadly isn't true and Morgiana knows this. Hiding the fact that she dances from her family because it doesn't seem to fit among them. Practice will make her so much better at the graceful movement when she is older but for now this foal will focus on what she can do. In the dark of the night she takes a deep breath and starts to move about like the creatures of the night do. Mixing up all the ways the things about her move turning it into a dance only the night would know of.
"Whispers in the night. Please make sure I don't fall again. Father and Mother are worried enough from the bruises I seem to cause myself when I fall." Her soft voice that only she can hear reminds herself in a prayer to not fall down again. Closing her eyes as she takes another step in her dance of the night only to almost fall. But as she catches herself in a shock and startled manner. Her eyes opened up fast and wide. "That could have went better." Sighing as she starts to call it a night and begins to walk to where her home and family should be waiting something stops her. Unsure of what it might have been. Maybe a spirit or something as she slowly tries her dance again.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 12:54 am
Name: Querida
Meaning: Spanish for "beloved; desire"
Temper: Imaginative
Personality: Growing up in a family that tends to prefer night to day has left Querida with an empty void in her life. She yearns to experience the joy of wandering around with the sunlight warming her back. There is a lot of exciting things that hide in the darkness but Querida longs to explore in the daytime and find out just what it is she is missing. To that extant the filly often is caught creating stories of what it is she thinks the daylight is full of; of creatures and experiences she has never had. Not yet. Not until the day comes that she can experience at least one day in the sunlight. Till that day arrives all Querida will have is her stories to tide her over.
Prompt Response: Prompt #3 (Open) Why did she have this burning desire to experience the daylight? It was dark in the cave that housed the family this day. She couldn't even see anything. Querida thought long and hard about this question as she once again began to craft another story. Her voice was quiet, as if not to wake her slumbering family, as she began to recite her newest creation.
"The sunlight grew brighter if it were even possible. Leaves rustled above the filly's head creating a dappled appearance on the ground before her as she looked down at the forest floor. Something was out there, something dangerous. Rida could feel eyes watching her from all around as she anxiously searched for a way out of this green, leafy maze. Trees grew to massive lengths, their branches brushing the clouds. Rida could sense that she was in danger then. It was strange, this sixth sense of knowing that whatever was watching her meant to do her harm. In one smooth movement a shadow detached itself from behind a trunk. It was a cat skinwalker! Rida scampered backwards as the creature lashed out towards her with massive paws, ready to do serious damage to her..."
"Eeeeeeeek"
A piercing shriek erupted from the filly as one of brothers kicked out towards her. The story forgotten Querida found that her voice had faltered as she realized that everyone was now staring at her. The filly couldn't actually see the reproachful gazes that were leveled her way but she could feel them. She had woken everyone up with her cry of surprise. Querida felt the situation echo that of her story and she felt a strange awkwardness overcome her. Tears pricked at her eyes as she heard one of her brothers mutter about how weird she was before she turned her head away in shame. Why did they have to hide from the daylight? What was wrong with wanting to experience what she created tales about? Would she ever be normal?
Personality: Like her parents, Sweven keeps to the night. She shies away from sunlight and avoids any obligation that would require her to emerge from the shadows cast by forests and caves. She takes a particular interest in owls; she admires their ability to be graceful and deadly all at the same time. She has heard that some Soquili will bond to an animal and hopes one day she will find an owl to be her companion.
Prompt Response: Prompt 1: When you finally emerge from the basket you notice how dark the world is. The sky above you is littered in little dots of stars as a crescent moon hangs low in the sky. What do you feel? Do you like the night? Or do you yearn for something more?
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Sweven blinks her eyes slowly, adjusting to the light after the complete darkness of her basket. She looks around her from side to side, and then peers upward. Her mouth falls open in awe. The sky is riddled with glowing things! "Cooooool!" she whispers in astonishment, her voice carried away into the silence of the night. The world is quiet and peaceful around her, save for her siblings and parents. She wobbles on unsteady legs over to her mother. Her legs seem to firm up with each step she takes. "Momma, it's so pretty up there," she says. And the longer Sweven stands and stares at the sky, the more certain she becomes that she would be content to sit and enjoy the beauty of the sky until it was time to sleep again.
Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 4:20 pm
Name: Arima
Meaning: Basque name meaning "soul."
Temper: Childish
Personality: She loves to play and often that means pranking. And while she might get caught, she will often times whine her way out of it. A little spoiled and rough around the edges she seems more like a tomboy than a little lady. She picked up from both of her parents, talking to spirits no one else can see and making friends with nocturnal wildlife. She has a fascination with collecting skulls or bones and tucks them away from everyone. While her family mostly stick to the night, Arima loves both and ventures out to see what she misses in the dark.
Prompt Response: #2
Arima often followed her father through out the cave. Since she climbed out of her basket she found he spoke to spirits that followed him and they were interesting. They were different from her own in fact! While hers seemed to be her own age and very playful, daddy's seemed much more wise. Was wise the right word? Either way she loved quietly listening in on the conversation. Or mother, she would glance over to spot the mare listening to a bat. She loved how they both were.. except when her mother was fascinated with the bugs. Ugh the bugs. She shuddered her whole little body just thinking of the creepy things. Mostly spiders, with their eight legs. She looked around to make sure no one was around. "Ew" she said aloud to herself. No one could know her great dislike of those things and prank her. She only liked them if she could get over her disgust of the things to use in a prank on an unsuspecting soul. Last time however the little black thing ran up her leg and hid in her mane for days until she finally whined enough for her mother to find it and remove it.
Today it wouldn't be bugs. She snuck up on one of her brothers and lightly tugged on his tail then jumped into the shadows, repeating the action until he was spooked or most likely fed up. She giggled at her prank and pranced out of the cave into daylight. While her bright eyes adjusted she thought up another plan to play on the first soquili she would find. When another filly found herself close to their cave, Arima called out loudly from just inside, covered in shadow in the creepiest voice she could muster. "Whhoooo daaarees diisturrb my ssluumbeer!?" The echoes made her voice carry outside in a deeper tone making the filly scream, turn tail and run. Inside Arima and her spirit friend laughed together. "Did you see how wide her eyes were?" She grinned at the wisp of spirit beside her.
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 6:07 pm
Name: Polaris
Meaning:
Polaris is a star in the tip of the tail of the Little Bear. Its name comes to us from Latin Stella Polaris, meaning "Pole Star".
Polaris is our Pole star, situated at the north pole it never sets and as Wikipedia explains Polaris stands almost motionless on the sky, and all the stars of the Northern sky appear to rotate around it. Therefore, it makes an excellent fixed point from which to draw measurements for celestial navigation and for astrometry.
Temper: Dreamy
Personality: Polaris isn't quite there. In fact, she's actually very, very spacey. She's quiet and unassuming. Easily fixated on the night sky on a normal basis. She feels the most at home under the night sky and the twinkling stars above. The stars are her family. Her parents are stars too as to her, they glow. And when they don't glow (which is by the moon) she feels more anxious and worried that the stars are upset at them. That said, so as to keep her family of stars happy, she speaks in a low whisper, especially when she has to be awake during the day. She believes that the stars are sleeping and therefore she doesn't want to disturb their slumber. When it's cloudy out and there are no stars Polaris believes that its the stars way of telling her that they are upset with her and/or her family. Therefore, they are being punished by being unable to bathe in their guiding light. She has the idea that all soquili are stars, and if a soquili doesn't glow, they haven't been forgiven by the guiding stars above. And it's her wish to help them find the light again.
Overall, she's a very sweet, but very spacey soquili. Others will either enjoy her quiet out loud musings or find her weird and be unnerved. But she doesn't mind; she has her stars to take care of her and her loved ones. That's what's really important.
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Prompt 1: When you finally emerge from the basket you notice how dark the world is. The sky above you is littered in little dots of stars as a crescent moon hangs low in the sky. What do you feel? Do you like the night? Or do you yearn for something more?
Chirp, Chirp, Chirp.
A twitch of a hoof, an ear.
Chirp, Chirp, Chirp.
Fluttering eyelids as she truly begins to hear the outside world.
‘What is that?’ she thinks, ‘what is that noise?’
Chirp, Chirp, Chirp.
She stretches, finds resistance, so she kicks outwards. Her confining weave creeks and groans, but does not give way. A frown adorns her lips. This isn’t right. Too small; so, so small.
Chirp, Chirp, Chirp.
She kicks out again, this time much harder, and her small hoof breaks through. There! There’s whispers! She hears them! The whispers she heard in her dreams. She must see them! She squirms, kicking out more and more, heaving her small body around until her basket breaks completely and she tumbles out into the sparkling night.
A blink, two more, what are those shining lights? They’re so pretty. So bright. She is completely fascinated by them, so much so she cannot help but stare upwards, unblinking. She wants to touch them, take them, make them her own. Why can’t she?
More whispering, a shadow, then two cast over her. Her attention wavers for a brief moment, but just a moment only. Are they talking to her?
‘Polaris’
They’re calling her Polaris. What does it mean? Why do they call her that? She feels a gentle nudge of her mother, a warm breath upon her fur. Mother wants her to stand. But how? She is a twinkling light. And from the looks of it lights do not stand.
Chirp, Chirp, Chip.
She looks around to find the noise, feeling her mother nudge her more urgently, pushing her to move. Okay. Okay. She’ll stand if it would make her mother happy. Unsteady legs propel her upwards, and she looks upon her mother and father fully for the first time. Each with a dim glow behind them.
Are they stars too?
Does she glow?
Is she a star?
She must be, the stars are out. Her parents glow. They must be stars. And if they are stars so is she.
She is a star.
And she wants to find the other stars in the sky too.
Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 6:19 pm
Name: Thelle Moros
Meaning: Means "deep" in Albanian
Temper: Mysticized
Personality: Thelle has a tendency to be enchanted with the world around her. Everything that crosses her path is a new mystery to explore, mentally that is. She really is not one for adventure or dangerous fun. She is somewhat of a daydreamer so, running off and exploring the world around her is not really a good idea. When something new crosses her path she seeks to find its meaning, its purpose, its power in the world. These mental rants of deep thought often turn into real rants with the object in question. You could say that she has picked up talking to herself from her parents habits of talking to either bats, or spirits. Examining something so closely tends to leave her a bit flustered and at these times she can be easily irritable. Other than that she is a happy soul who loves life and everything in it. Another odd quirk of hers is that she has no proper training on the workings of the world. This leads her to believe that everything has a magical or mystical potential. The world can easily seem like an enchanting place when you believe that everything is literally enchanted.
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Prompt 1: When you finally emerge from the basket you notice how dark the world is. The sky above you is littered in little dots of stars as a crescent moon hangs low in the sky. What do you feel? Do you like the night? Or do you yearn for something more?
The night sky that shined with speckles of light was perfectly reflected in a young filly's eyes. Her breath was caught in her throat at the sight. The sparkles seemed to twinkle and dance, as if they where dancing for her. As if they wanted her to join them. Thelle had just broken free from her basket, yet even so young there seemed to be an understating in her eyes. Those eyes that reflected the night sky now turned down and looked at her family. Thelle smiled at her blood kin and could not help but see some resemblance to them and the night sky.
Thelle pranced over to the others while shooting occasional glances back up at the sky. She stumbled a few times, but still did not want to look where she was going. She stopped next to her father, her head still turned up to the sky. Her father had a beautiful coat that contrasted the dark of the purple with the light of the blue. The contrast of colors made him seem deeper, almost as if there was more to him. "Look they are dancing," she said. "They want me to dance too." Thelle reared up on her back legs and started to hop awkwardly around. Her little front hooves kicked towards the sky as she whinnied and said, "We are dancing! We are dancing!"
She did not expect anyone to understand. The stars wanted to dance with her and that was all there was to it. Dancing was fun, and it seemed to make the stars shine a little brighter. The brighter the stars shone, the darker the night seemed. Just like her fathers coat, the contrast seemed to add more depth, more meaning to the world around her. Thelle was only a little filly, but she had already made an observation of the world. This observation brought her comfort. The deeper something was the more real it seemed. Darkness is the epitome of deep.
Her legs tired, and her head was full of thoughts about the night. Thelle fell to the ground. Breaking from the basket was a hard enough task for a new born foal, adding dancing on top of that would make anyone exhausted. Thelle took a few deep breaths, then closed her eyes. She let the deep velvety blanket of sleep engulf her. She dreamed of purples and blues, sparkling things, and spinning. It was a fun dream that left her warm inside.
Thelle woke rested and happy, but suddenly felt very wrong. Where had the sky gone. She blinked a few times, but could not seem to get her eyes to adjust. The sun was too bright! Everything was too white! The largest contrast of all is night and day, and the poor filly wanted nothing to do with the harsh light that took all of the rich darkness from her world. She ran to her mother and tried to cower under her. She could be herd mumbling, "dancing too hard...stars shining too bright...must have upset them somehow...never dancing like that again..."
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 6:37 pm
Name: Miyako
Meaning: Japenese: Beautiful Night Child
Temper: Enlightened
Personality: Miyako was a bright Mare, always fulled with hope, hope for life after death, that there was someone to guide your soul to the other side. She had more hope then many she knew. She was a cheerful child, but she had her dark side. In her eyes she was the one to guide the spirits, those that were good to the other side. When faced by good she would judge them, if she saw that it was their time she would see it her duty to guide their soul, even if it meant ending their very life to do so.
She was twisted in her views, but so much brighter, happier then most, at lest for someone who looked at life like it was expendable, that at some point it was time to end it to save the soul and guide it to enlightenment.
Miyako is very spiritual. She follows gods that have "spoke to her" Telling her who they find is ready for crossing, who's soul must be saved for her. So count her as sweet with insanity. Such a perfect mix.
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Prompt 1
When you finally emerge from the basket you notice how dark the world is. The sky above you is littered in little dots of stars as a crescent moon hangs low in the sky. What do you feel? Do you like the night? Or do you yearn for something more?
Miyako opened her eyes for the first time without the basket covering her. the world was strange, so dark, it had its beauty but the night had not called to her. At least the light was more then the darkness inside her basket. The light seem to sing to her. Her eyes are drawn to the moon, it was so dim, so little light. It was enough to take her venture from the shadows of the night, but she longed for more, to feel light caress her fur.
Was this all that the world had to offer her, darkness, shimmers of light or was there more? Could the night give more then such darkness. Could she breathe in such a shadowed existence. She was not content with this, but she would not return to the darkness of her basket.
The souls seemed to dance as the foal took her first step, lighting her path, but it was only the souls of the light, brave that came to her, shining their brightest with good deeds and fair hearts, looking to be delivered to the other side, looking for their heaven from their trapped existence. She felt like she could guide them, she would be their light, their torch to the other side. So much hope was filled in this foal as she made her first steps into the opening of light before her, basking in the dim glow of the moon. This child was born to live in the light. Let the full moon shine.
Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2014 6:37 pm
Name: Thanateas
Meaning: Took Thanatos, the Greek god of gentle death and threw "eas" on the end. :B
Temper: Yearnful
Personality: Thanateas, or just "Thana" for short, has come to realize that most (if not all) Soquili would regard her family as terrifying. Horrific. She knows that she'll never fit into the established norms of society. And yet she wants to try. So, so badly. She wants to get along with everyone, but acceptance isn't in her destiny. As she grows up, she'll realize that her desire to fit in is a silly idea, and that sacrificing that dream is for the greater good. But a tiny part of her will still want to explore beyond what she was brought up with.
Prompt Response: Prompt 3: Thanateas Learns about Death
She was watching her father's mauve face for any direction. He seemed to be studying the poor creature that lay curled on the mossy ground. It was a tiny, delicate bird, with one wing obviously broken. Fovos sighed. "It's-" "It's dead! Dead as a doornail!" one little spirit cackled. It weaved around her father's head, causing Thana to grin. The stallion snorted angrily at it, causing it to yip and glide underneath his wings. He then looked back down at his daughter. "I'm afraid he's right." "What does 'dead' mean, papa?"
Fovos grimaced slightly; he hadn't meant to teach her these things quite so early in her life, but had no choice now. He looked away from her big innocent eyes. "When we... when we are born, we begin our first step of life," he explained gently. "We eat, we breathe, we sleep, all the necessary things. But after a certain number of steps, our life must end." The filly looked quizzically down at the bird, then back up at her father. "But this bird looks like it didn't want it's life to end," she replied worriedly. And it was true; its eyes were wide open with fear. What if it didn't know it was going to die? The older horse stepped carefully around the frail animal so that the moon's soft rays could barely illuminate it. He knelt down close to it, causing Thana to do the same. "There are those in this world who can take our lives, whether we want it or not. This little bird probably didn't want it's life to end, but wanting something isn't the same as doing something. Do you understand?" Thana nodded obediently, her eyes glued to the bird's corpse.
After a moment of silence, the other of her father's spirits drifted over the bird, getting right up in Thanateas' face. "I'm dead, too! But nobody ever cried for me!" he sobbed to the filly. The other spirit quickly flew over and knocked his corporeal friend on the head. "That's because you were annoying when you were alive, too!" it retorted. Thana frowned at their little Punch and Judy routine; she was more worried about someone taking her life without her permission. "Did it hurt?" she asked hesitantly. The first spirit's haunted face lit up, and he swooped up into the air, wailing. "It was terrible! I was ripped apart by a dozen wolves! Then the ravens took my eyes! And the-"
He would have continued, had the other little ghost not tackled him mid-air and started fighting with him. Fovos took this opportunity to usher his daughter back home and leave the bird in peace. As they wandered through the forest, he couldn't help but notice his daughter was unusually quiet. "Are you... alright?" he asked after a moment. Thanateas said nothing. Finally she asked, "Is it okay if I take someone's life?" The haunted stallion nearly faltered, but continued walking. "That is your decision," he declared. He stared hard at the horizon, glancing down briefly at his offspring. "I would never take something that wasn't mine," she mumbled apologetically. Her eyes were downcast to the ground, almost ashamed to even think of such a thought.
Just then, the soft warm cheek of her father briefly blocked her line of sight as it nuzzled against hers. He said nothing, but she understood. And that was all she needed.
Literally "Ghost Night", I created and take it to mean "Spirit of the Night" as I thought it was fitting. ;D
The language is Carpathian, a proto-Uralic (though fantasy) language created by the author Christine Feehan!
Temper: Fluid
Personality:
Szelem is dynamic. Not truly evil nor truly good, she most times comes off as rather...impish, and can be temporarily swayed to notions of good or bad depending on her company. Though, as her very nature is kaleidoscopic, it never lasts. From her time with her mother, she has an active and healthy curiosity for things and places and all manner of life...which will come to include the day and all its wonders. Habitually a night walker, Sze can, on occasion, be seen during the day. (plotbunny: I'd like if someone (likely neither mother or father) mentions her eyes being the colour of the sky in daylight, which will lead to this exploration of the light.) Most of this curiosity will negate a large part of her fear base, so she's ot prone to running away like she's seen a ghost at the first sign of something new.
Speaking of ghosts, Szelem - as a foal - catches whispers on the edge of her hearing threshold and is unable to make them out. She believes them to be the wind rustling the leaves and there actually isn't anything talking to her. As she grows and spends time with her mother and father and siblings, she finds a more solid connection to hear what is going on around her, and will stand with two hooves in and two hooves out of this apparently psychic world; aware enough to be able to see and hear things others say aren't there, but lucid enough she doesn't cause harm to herself or others. She will come to find that most of those whispers come from her little skull charm, and as she grows, will come to believe the stars talk with her, too. She believes this to be perfectly natural. Her mother coos at bats and her father has his two vocal spirits. It's no wonder she can hear them, too!
Overall, Sze is not vicious - though there is no guarantee she would not attempt to scare someone - but she's definitely not like every one else. While she isn't prone to lashing out, she's not afraid to shove when it comes to pushes, either.
Prompt Response:
Prompt One
When you finally emerge from the basket you notice how dark the world is. The sky above you is littered in little dots of stars as a crescent moon hangs low in the sky. What do you feel? Do you like the night? Or do you yearn for something more?
Dry wicker groaned. Snapped. Popped.
The night sounds fell to deathly silence.
Amidst the hush, two bright blue eyes peered up through the gap. The chirp of a cricket started. The insect ushered in the return of the normal night noises: frogs croaking, the wind through the trees, the scuffling of small animals in the underbrush.
The voices that weren't her parents that she had been hearing faded from memory as the filly beheld the night sky in all its glory. The moon coaxed her to stand on her hooves, giving her pure and silvery light so she didn't stumble over the remnants of basket or anything else. Her hide quivered in the chill, but the stars in the night sky made a blanket just for her, to keep her warm, to keep her safe.
She was amazed and entranced as more of the stars became visible as she looked upon them, head lifted and mouth open in sheer wonderment. The depth of the night sky! She couldn't fathom it, but she could love it, could be in awe of it. Her wings quivered upon her back, and she had a difficult time sorting them out. Straightening one or two lead to the crooking of others; but she wasn't focused on that. She only had eyes for the sky.
She could see forever, looking up into that great dark abyss. And the moon and stars would guide her.
The filly with her blue-splashed coat beamed a smile, even as a few tears of joyous awe crept down her cheeks, her heart full to bursting as she stood as one in the night.
Stirrings behind her had her reluctantly peeling her bright eyes from the sky to take her first look at her family. Her breath caught in her throat as she beheld them: they were beautiful, all of them, and felt just as natural as the sky, stars, and moon above. All of her wonderment and curiosity for the sight above her drowned out the urge to kick her heels up, to n** at her brothers' ears or deviously spring at them, or their parents. Her tail swished before she looked back to the deep heavens and gave a whispery sigh of contentment, mimicking the sound of the night breeze.
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