Username: dawns_aura Name: Helichrysum Meaning: A genus of plant that contains over six hundred species and is a part of the sunflower family. The name is derived from the Greek helisso- to turn around, and chrysos – gold. The plant also known as Everlasting or Immortelle, is used in holistic / natural medicine because of it's regenerative properties known to heal sprains, strains, sore tendons, muscle aches, and bruises, and has healing effects on certain skin ailments, scar reduction, nerve regeneration, and inflammation.
Biosex: Male Gender: male Orientation: undecided (to be determined based on rp/plots) RP examples: - - - About: On the surface, Helichrysum seems to be uninteresting. Calm, placid, unruffled by anything that might happen. He is polite and mannerly, a gentlestallion by all accounts but as still waters run deep so does the true nature of this stallion.
He is prideful, which at times might come off as arrogance and an aloofness as he isn't overly fond of talking with those assumed to be beneath him in any way ( be it appearance or intelligence or some other factor), and a bit distrustful of those he doesn't know or doesn't know well, this includes almost everyone who isn't related to him, until they stick around long enough to make an impression or to earn his trust and respect. But he is also noble, honorable in his own way as he has a strict sense of morals and he will stick to his code no matter the cost to himself, protective of those weaker than himself, practical and with a deeply hidden romantic side.
Plots: I don't really like coming up with plots before I see/get to know the character, so for the most part, there will be a lot of generic rp, with family members, friends, foalhood hijinks and adventure, but here are a few slightly more specific ideas, potential arcs:
- Finding a friend who worms their way past his defenses and becomes not just a close friend but something as essential to him as the air he breathes ( this would be strictly platonic). Preferably starting out in foalhood, someone to be there as he goes through different life experiences, good and bad, who help him as he finds himself.
- What's with the stick up your.... - Proper and a gentleman, at times almost too much so, he seems somewhat distant or boring. He meets someone, a mare or stallion (friend) who want to help him loosen up and become more adventurous and open.
-Living is the sum of ones experiences and how they are handled – As a foal, (no matter which parent raised him) Helichrysum would live a fairly sheltered existence, not getting to experience much, except on the occasions he could manage to slip away, so his life would be fairly boring in some ways. As he gets older, he pushes the boundaries, escaping more often and getting into mischief and experienceing various things, both good and bad.
((As to who he will stay with/ be raised by, it will probably be decided / plotted out after the contest concludes, though I would love for him to have at least some connection with one or both of his sisters, whether it is from foalhood or they meet as adults))
Prompt Picked: - 3 -
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It probably wasn't the best of ideas...
Trying to teach himself how to fly when the earth was sodden after the rains, and his wings, while not necessarily drenched, were somewhat waterlogged at his sides. But he knew he had wings for a purpose, and after watching birds soaring, he longed to taste the freedom of flight for himself.
Surely, if he asked, he could probably find someone to teach him to fly, but that would take time. And it meant there would be witnesses to his mistakes and failures, because he knew there would be some of those before he managed to work out the mechanics for himself, and there was that small part of himself that wanted to be perfect.
The turf beneath his hooves was muddy at best, and he found himself slipping and sliding, landing flat on his face more than he would like. And the wings that to this point had only been waterlogged, were now caked with mud as well. But he wasn't about to turn back. Or give up. He didn't want to fail without even attempting to fly. It would be one thing to fail if he actually tried, but giving up without trying wasn't something he could do.
So he made his way to the area he had scouted out previously as being suitable for what he was now attempting to do. With a wide enough open space to allow him room to run and build up momentum and the drop that was high, without being to high so he wouldn't hurt himself too bad if things went wrong. He started to feel a little bit nervous, but excited too. Soon he would fly. But first, he should probably get rid of the water and mud on his wings...
He shook off vigorously, water and mud flying off in all directions. Then took a deep breath. It was time.
Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2016 9:49 pm
I will not stay Bound!
Username: nekolulu Name: Doyle Meaning Dark Stranger: Biosex: Male Gender (optional): male Orientation (optional): depends on rps RP examples (optional): --- About: Doyle is always on the side lines when it comes to his parents. He is a little like his mother and will use others to gain and get power. But he is his father's son. On the inside once others get to know him he is gentle, compassionate and loving. He loves his family what he knows of them and will do anything for them with in reason. Plots: Doyle will grow up knowing his mother and father love him as foal he will allow his mothers manipulative ways and will do anything for her. Kind of mother's boy. He will love to see her happy.
As Adult he would run to his father and brother and learn the truth and seeing this he would find his only way and would turn away from his mother a little bit. He would still be her boy but he would wise to her manipulative ways and her need for power.
I could see him learning from his siblings and parents and maybe my soquili Hanna.
Doyle would do anything for his siblings including Asher after he met them and grew to know them. He would also help them in anyway that he could.
Prompt Picked: -3-
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Doyle watches his mother for a little while and remembers when he was little what she was like how she treated him and loved him. He had always loved his mother. When he was little she was his world, he followed her and learned well from her. The way that she manipulated others into doing want she wanted to get power was awesome, the way she got them conniving that it was their ldea was great watching them figure things out some times it took them a while. sometimes not.
He had thought of his foal hood for the last couple of days. As an adult of 20 it was now his time to get out on his own. He had met his sisters and brother and father and that had been interesting to him that his father and brother had plotted to take him and siblings away from his mother. There was one success and one failure in the plan and he had gotten left behind to be raised by his mother. Not that he blamed them or his mother but she did teach him well. He was becoming a master Manipulator and had many believing that his father had helped raise him. He had mares and stallions eating out of his hoof at points of his life. Now was the time to act. He would travel and gather as many followers as he could not only for his mothers cause but his own. He looked over at his mother and smirked again. It was the time to leave to journey the timing had to be perfect and it was.
Walking over he kisses his mother on the cheek " Don't worry mother I will be back soon." He smirks and watches her. He then slowly moves away and heads into the woods. He smirks and watches as his mother disappears from sight. This is what he had been thinking of most of his life to travel and explore and find others that would follow him and his mother. He smirks and trots off for a while, yes he could use his wings but why when to truly seek you had to on the ground. Others might see you from the sky. He wanted to see what others thought of someone with wings sticking to the ground would they ask him why, would they wonder what was wrong?
Doyle breaks off into run heading east at first then north to wherever his heart guides him. Soon he finds himself at small clearing. He looks around and slows to walk. The day was good for walking, he spots a young stallion with Bone wings. He blinks and moves to check out this stallion.
Xander blinks as he spots another stallion he watches him and notices he is a little bit different from him. " hello sir."
Doyle watches this stallion and when he speaks he smirks " Hello sir, how are you?" He watches him and thinks * I might be able to use this one.*
Xander watches him again " I'm good, you seem to be traveling, mind if I tag along?"
Doyle smirks again " not at all, sir."
The two stallions travel in woods until they reach the river. Doyle had learned a lot from this stallion Xander. He had learned that not everyone is so easy to manipulate. Two he had learned that Xander was a huge flirt and got him self into trouble. Mostly with mares and fact that he would have one mare to sit with him and flirt with another. The stallion had no shame. But they were friends. Xander had protected him and taught him what he knew about the world. Doyle had learned about plants and flowers. Xander's great grandmother was wise mare and taught him well. Xander also talked about his siblings and great grandfather who had saved a two-legger from bear once. Doyle liked his stories. He still thought of bring this stallion to his mother to see what she would think.
He smirked and traveled with Xander getting to know him and waiting until the time was right to turn him over to his mother. He had thoughts of maybe not doing it, but maybe he would in the end. One thing was for sure only time would tell.
As he and Xander traveled into the woods again that was his only thought about his life. What to do and where to go next. He would enjoy this as long as he could.
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Posted: Sun Jan 31, 2016 9:17 pm
I will not stay Bound!
Username: Ovarian Paint Name: Charme Mort Meaning : Charming death Biosex: Male Gender (optional): Male Orientation : Pansexual RP examples (optional):123 About: Charm as he will go by is his mothers son, charmingly elegant and poised, he all but oozes a quiet stregnth and a touch of dangerous darkness to his "golden" glow. You'll never find him lurking in the shadows, or skittering away from danger as long as it amuses him on some level, the boy enjoys being seen, and saught after. Silver tongue sharp with a double edge, and a sense of importance that is all self appointed. Plots: Stitches - Just like a moth drawn to a flame, he will find himsel attracted to a more powerful personality, ready to follow like a smitten puppy, he'll find himself drowning int their lack of attention and for the first time, feel the pangs of heartache, while he trips over himself, begging for their attention...until he finds a needle and thread to stitch his broken heart back together, and after this experience will find that he'll never leave himself open to such emotions and pain, and stitch himself emotionally closed.
Charming darkness - This will come after stitches, most mares cannot help but trip over themselves after a broken heart, and with the dark, charming stallion he'll find a nice little pawn, to stroke and please his ego back up even though he has little intentions of being caught again. The charming prince with a touch of darkness to him, who would want to resist that sweet promise?
Aftertaste - Years after enjoying his little trysts here and there, with whomever stroked his fancy for the time being, Charm will begin to wonder about this decadent life of his. He will possibly seek out his father, though this will not be some peachy encounter as Charm is loyal to his mother completely, but now hes curious of what life is like on the other-side..Though he would keep from her, this soft feeling growing within him, not wanting to disappoint her, not wanting to be a reminder of the son that failed and broke her heart. Will he want a piece of the life his father has for himself, or simply want to have an heir to teach and carry on his line?
Prompt Picked: -2-
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Still not ready to completely leave the nest yet, but having been given more freedom to explore the lands without causing his mother to fret, Charm used this to his advantage, always sure to find his way home before the stars sparkled above him to fully, but still skirting the edge of panic for his mother.
He stretched his wings with a bored yawn, he'd flown around yesterday, building up his endurance for flight but that had been such a chore, he thought with a roll of his eyes before he ventured further that he had before, a scent tickling his nose as his eyes darted around. It wasn't some lame rabbit this time, but the scent was headier, like....another soquili!
His chin lifted, he could always practice charming another, that always proved for good fun. As he carefully changed his movements, he had almost perfected being soundless, it was much more of an entrance when you just...appeared. But as the scent grew heavier, Charm found himself stopped and staring, this...stallion, this dual winged beast's coloring mirrored his own, his mothers words echoed in his head as he simply stared.
Was...was this...HIM?! Charm didn't utter a sound, his throat seemed to be closed, his heart thudding in his chest as he watched the other stallion from afar, he had no intention speaking to this stallion, something inside Charm almost ached at the sight of him. There had to be something between them...Was this him? Was this his father?! Charms gaze darted around the stallion, trying to see if there was a young mare with him...his missing sister, he knew his mother mourned her stolen child, and Charm would do anything to return his sister to her home, where she belonged...not with the stallion who had tried to steal them away in the night, who had betrayed their mother.
Anger started to bubble within the younger stallion, it left a bitter taste in his mouth, unpleasant. Charm began to step back and away, there was no young mare, and this...nasty feeling was not something he wished to deal with at this moment, he tossed a final glance at the stallion who he mimicked in some ways..."One day," he thought, "one day I shall find you father...and bring my sister home." he thought to himself as he started home, much sooner than planned, but he and mother needed to talk.
Username: .Tortured. .Pumpkin. Name: Zahi Zadok -----Meaning (optional): Zahi means "beautiful, brilliant," in Arabic. Zadok means "righteous" in Hebrew. Biosex: Male Orientation: I think straight with homosexual tendencies? So maybe bi with preference for mares? Honestly, I usually have to RP a character to figure that out. XD RP examples (optional):Jayashri x Orion, Vanity Rose, Qiyam x Eilidh Sikuyaba -Oooobviously I have a preference for AIM RP. XD About: Za will be a good mix of his mother and father. Manipulative, but caring to a fault, he will have a tendency to begin a scheme but fail to finish it, feeling pity for the one he was about to dupe. He'll of course know of his mother and sister, but be wholly uninterested in associating with them. He will look up greatly to his half brother, hanging on his every word. Oddly enough, I don't see Za taking much pride in his appearance. I feel like his knowing that his only purpose was to look pretty for his mother will have an incredibly negative effect on his way of thinking about appearances, and he will likely often be found with unkempt hair and tattered feathers. He will also be incredibly turned off by over-confident or prissy mares, fearing they'll be like his mother. He'll also be a little bit unstable mentally, constantly fighting battles within his own head, be it on moral issues or appearance issues. Plots: - You just want me for my body - In young adulthood, I would like Za to meet an incredibly beautiful mare who absolutely knows she's pretty. She'll meet him on a day where perhaps his hair actually looks okay and he isn't covered in mud or something. She could start flirting with him, and while he recognizes her beauty, he rejects her in fear that she'll be conniving and selfish like his mother.
- Personality is key - I'd also like Za to meet someone (male or female) who doesn't fit the conventional standards of beauty. Perhaps they're shy or they flaunt their differences, but either way Za wouldn't hesitate to speak to them and get to know them, perhaps even befriend them. It will be very important to me that he have one or multiple friends with "differences," as he is always looking for those who may not get enough attention because of their looks. In a sense, I want him to try to make up for his mother's tenacity to judge even her own children explicitly on appearance.
- I don't think so! - I feel like Zahi will be very cautious of who he chooses to fling with. Not in the sense that he's picky and wouldn't find many others attractive, but in the sense that he's afraid to pass on his constant state of self conflict to his children. He would also be afraid that his mother would seek out his children, hoping to claim them as her own and raise them as a part of her vanity. For this reason I can see him possibly turning to homosexuality as a necessity. However, in this plot, I would like him to meet a kind mare, and for them to grow close, but when it comes time to "do the do," Zahi will panic and leave her wondering what the hell happened.
- Happily Never After - Eventually I would like for Za to find a mate, but I'd also like for there to be a lot of conflict with it. Be it enemies-turned-lovers, mommy issues, or even that his mate (should it be a mare) wants children but he's too afraid, I'd like there to be some meaty plots with it.
Please note that many of these do revolve around Za's appearance, as he's grown to have quite a complex due to knowing his mother's intentional breeding only for beauty.
Prompt Picked: 1!
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The light of the moon was bright against the stark white snow, its reflecting light illuminating the forest. The young angeni lurked through the darkness, his wings tucked tight against his body for warmth. Zahi Zadok had a tendency to roam during the night, a compulsion he never quite understood. His blue eyes watched everything around him, and he listened intently to the wind rustling through the trees. The only other sound was the crunch of snow beneath his hooves, and he basked in the solitude his night travel had brought him. His peace and quiet would not last long, however, as he soon heard crunching that was not his own. His nostrils flared as he took in the air, something about the scent seeming... Familiar. Brows furrowed, he called out. "Brother?" The other had the familiar scent that Asher carried when he'd paid a visit to their mother. But he could have sworn he'd seen him earlier that evening... Ears pinned, he made his way toward the other set of hooves, his heart beginning to race. Upon seeing the petite mare before him, Za stopped breathing. He had never met his mother or sisters before, but had heard many stories of them. Her pale coat seemed so familiar, though he'd never met the mare before. She wasn't quite the way Te had described Belle, so he made the closest guess he could. "Sister...?" He was unsure of what to think, having never before met a mare he should have shared an entire life with until now. He frowned at the thought of all the lost time, and cautiously made his way toward her. "... My name is Zahi Zadok. And I have two sisters. I've met neither of them, as one was kept by my mother and the other was lost. Does this sound at all familiar?" He watched her face for an expression, deeply hoping she would be enthused to meet him at last.
Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 12:28 pm
I will not stay Bound!
Username: hanging gallow Name: Hideaki Kazuki Meaning : (loosely translate) bright hope Biosex: Male Gender : Male Orientation : Bisexual RP examples : I have a few older ones Here Here Here (currently a chunk of my rp is online or google docs due to work) About: He will be raised by his father and brother after the fateful day his basket was rescued from the home of his mother.
As a foal he is naturally curious always learning what he can through silent observation, always making his own conclusions by the way others responded or acted towards him or others and using what he learns to help make things easier for himself or for others. Soft spoken, and always bearing a smile, Hideaki does his best as a foal to keep his father and brother happy, never wanting to be a cause of a frown or cause any other sorrow for either. There are days where he does question about the rest of his family but they are burdens he would rather keep to himself fearing that talking or asking too many questions about them would upset his brother and father.
As a young adult he still keep the concern of his father and brother feelings as an important factor in his life wanting to see both of them find their own happy ending (or even earlier). Still rather a quiet observer and always showing some sort of smile on his muzzle Hideaki is pleasant enough stallion at first meeting and is always looking to help anyone in need and doing his best to make others happy. He does bear the fear of being manipulated like his father, abandoned like his brother, and has a harder time trusting anyone he is unfamiliar with despite his willingness to show them kindness. This doesn’t stop him from helping others or general showing some level of care and aid to friends and those in need but he will keep most soquili at a pleasant enough distance from himself mentally and avoiding letting them get too close to his personal life. He is someone they can lean on but they will likely know little of his real emotions or concerns, he would rather have them all think he is happy and content. Deep down he is a bit of a pessimistic always worried that others will easily do the wrong thing, or turn to their selfish nature than wanting to something good and always feels the need to make up for that by doing his own good at at times doing too much and/or over compensating.
Plots: Foal: - Questions - Hideaki will have lots of questions surrounding his mother and his siblings and he would of course pester his father and Asher about them. He may even depending on their reaction ask to see them, or if he could at some point. - Watching - General foal plots, meeting other foals or even an adult someone he can observe, watch their action, see how they interact with others around them and to his father.
Young Adult: - Where Art Thou - Hideaki’s first excursion away from his father and brother is to find his lost older sister Noir. It might take some time for him to find her (I hope that it will). A few failed attempts, a few misguided directions and etc before finally getting the chance to meet her. He will have so many thoughts and expectations and she may or may not fill those expectations or even be anything he thought she would be like. - Meeting You - Hideaki gets to meet Yori after she is able to leave their mother and be united with their father, like Noir he would have some one on one time meeting his sister after all these years and how they interact with one another, what they expected, he expected of her etc. A lot of what Yori says will impact how he views his mother before meeting her, even more so than his father and Asher have. - Facing the Reality - Of course one day he will have to face his mother, it will take sometime and for the curiosity to get to him enough that he wants to meet him for himself and judge how he truly feels about her beyond what he has been told by others. Maybe deal with her manipulation or even just to listen how she feels as part of her story. - Close to You - Someone who tries to get closer to HIdeaki, to get past the easy facade of always happy go lucky smile he has on his face and try to coax him out of his hidden wall. This might take more than one soquili, some may fail, others may be able to get close. It would even be interesting to see someone get a little close but the abandon him for better things, or better reason. It would be good for him to have one friend other than his family to know him. - Help - General rp of him giving some sort of aid to another soquili, it would be great to find someone who is a total jerk about it and easily sharp towards him for helping and despite all that see him appear kind towards them. - More to come depending on how things work out with his siblings/family/mother/ if his father or Asher have their own/other kids/family.
Prompt Picked: Prompt Three
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A cool breeze rolled along the budding tips of the trees as the occasional song of an awoken bird could be heard attempting to charm it’s mate in the distance. The sun still hung low to the ground slowly climbing its way to grandeur in the sky as small patches of still melting snow dotted the ground as if trying to give the illusion of Jack Frost still clinging to winter. A smile played along the stallion’s lips as he moved with as much grace as his large figure could muster among the still bare branches of the flora of the woods, his wings were tucked close to his side to avoid the finger like branches pulling at his feathers as thoughts mulled through his mind.
It had only been a few weeks since he had left the place he had considered home since a foal, as his brother had put it so eloquently, it was a chance for him to spread his own wings and it offered him a sort of freedom he had never yet to experience. There was potential for so much Hideaki could do now considering the only concerned he had at the moment was of his own, almost as if some sort of mental weight had been lifted. Of course he would never have traded his life for another, his care for his father and brother and their well being were always something that would come first to Hideaki but for a brief moment he was free to only worry about himself and for once selfishly satisfy the curiosity that haunted him.
He knew Asher would have his suspicions, considering after all the question he had asked him before his departure however he didn’t want to tell them either of his plan, at least not yet. Anything he could gleam from the stallion of where he had last seen his older sister’s basket, direction, landscape, all of it he wanted to know. Of course Hideaki knew that she wouldn’t be there, it was more likely that she had moved on or taken in by another but it was at least a starting point in finding her. It would be a long endeavor of course, the stallion was prepared to face some sort of challenge even more so some disappointment along the way, or even facing that he may never meet her at all. Despite any of the difficulties it all seemed far easier, in the stallion’s mind, than encountering the mare his father and brother said was his birth mother. It wasn’t that he was afraid of her, even less so concerned about fearing her at all despite the wrongs he had gleaned from their stories when they spoke of her, all the acts she had displayed and her skills in manipulation. No, Hideaki wanted to put it off longer waiting until the very subtle voice of curiosity turned into a roaring demand and nothing but facing her for the first time would silence the deafening sounds. It was then he would look for her, and the imaginative thoughts of who she was to him as a foal would be immediately dashed giving way to too many questions he never wanted to know the answers to.
There was no doubt it would change everything, everything he knew even the way he looked as his own father and brother and because of that Hideaki wanted to avoid it as long as he could. So for now he would look for the missing sister, the one who managed to slip away from both of his parents. It was a small hopeful way of satiating the curiosity for the time being and fill the need to connect to the other missing half of those meant to be in his life. Another soft smile spread across his muzzle as the the bright sea-green colored eyes glanced up to the sky as hope filled his heart for things to work out some how at the end of it all.
(I apologize this turned into more of an internal solo/monologue)
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 1:11 pm
I will not stay Bound!
Username: Celeanor Name: Arcturus Meaning Derives from Ancient Greek Αρκτοῦρος (Arktouros) and means "Guardian of the Bear", ultimately from ἄρκτος (arktos), "bear" + οὖρος (ouros), "watcher, guardian": Biosex: Male Gender (optional): Male Orientation (optional): Bisexual RP examples (optional): [ x ] [ x ] [ x ] About: Arcturus was not well named, not at first. Timid and afraid of storms, nightmares, and even his own shadow, he has clung to the proverbial coat-tails of his father and older brother well beyond the point it stopped being cute. The mere thought of encountering his mother (a larger than life demon in his eyes) is terrifying beyond measure - a fear he carries with him into his young adulthood years. Solace, for "Turi" is found at his father's side or beneath his eldest brother's wings, though his growing stature has made seeking either sanctuary difficult with each passing year. No, he is far from bearing the name 'Guardian of the Bear' or even the weight of a Domain such as Sorrow or Shadows like his father and brother.
Physically, he will grow up to be a large stallion - a vision of grace and beauty that would make even his vain mother proud. As a colt there is an elegance about him that belies the ever-present wariness in his eyes. He does not trip up and fall, nor does he flee in abject terror - no. 'Turi plans his escapes quickly, should a new situation be perceived as dangerous - if he goes in at all. He is, at heart, deeply conflicted and confused about his true nature. Is he a demon like his mother? Or is he meant to walk a different, quieter road like that of his father? Neither option feels right, but lacking the courage to venture out on his own has left him feeling defeated before he's even begun. Plots: Terror Incarnate: Meeting Mom. This won't go well, not for 'Turi. Perhaps given time he'll come around to accepting her, but the thought alone that she drinks blood is enough to send him into convulsions. A Rose Less Traveled: A coming of age plot; I'd like to steer 'Turi down a route where he finds his own path and becomes a source of solace and protection for others too taken by fear to see what else the world has to offer them. No Light, No Light In Your Bright Blue Eyes: A plot where he understands fully what fear is all about. It isn't just a ghost in your head telling you something is there when it isn't, or a nightmare that returns night after night. Sometimes fear is survival wrapped in a sense of urgency --- and what better way to learn this than to fight a skinwalker. (via my purewalker stallion Haast; a devoted angeni slayer)
Prompt Picked: #1
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Darkness wasn't something 'Turi feared. Darkness reminded him of Asher, and Asher reminded him of home. The growing shadows as dusk turned to twilight did not give him pause by their nature alone.
No, the reason for his fear right now wasn't the impending darkness itself, it was what lurked behind the trees. What creeping menace lay in wait beneath the surface of the still lake? Would the path he walked take him to a safe place to spend the night, or would his spur-of-the-moment journey end with a plummet down a shadow-shrouded ravine? How was he to know? How did anyone know where the path they took would lead?
"Are you lost?"
The voice came out of nowhere, interrupting his thoughts, the sound of it soft and questioning on the wind. Spinning to face it's owner, 'Turi half spread his wings, always ready to beat a hasty retreat .... but....
Oh. Oh ... this, this was strange. The young mare before him seemed, familiar. Very familiar and ...
Blinking at her owlishly, the young stallion found himself unable to formulate an escape plan for the very first time. She was completely non-threatening, like a baby fawn, but beyond that, somehow, he knew her. The eyes that blinked back at him with genuine concern looked so much like his own, but how?
"Yes." He managed to reply after a long moment, his own voice hesitant and shaky in the face of her cool composure. How obvious must it be that he was out here all alone for the very first time? And she ... she was surely not much older than he. "Do you ..." He stopped himself before he could finish the question. Non-threatening though she may be, he had learned from his father and his brother that his mother was not to be underestimated - no females were to be underestimated. Asking her if she knew his father and brother by name would only give her information right away without gaining anything for himself if she chose not to answer. Whatever this familiarity was, he would just have to discover it's origins subtly.
"Do you ... happen to know which way is north?" There, a simple enough inquiry, and if she took it upon herself to escort him back to the main footpaths, perhaps further simple questions could provide him with more.
Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 1:32 pm
I will not stay Bound!
Username: Devil NightShade Name: Ari Dracul Meaning Dracul: Romanian name meaning "devil" or "dragon." Ari: Pet form of Finnish Aaroni, meaning "light-bringer." Biosex: Male Gender (optional): Male Orientation (optional): TBD RP examples (optional):xXx, xXx. About: Ari will be rescued and raised by his father, most of his foal life will be happy and wonderful atleast through the eyes of one so young.
He'll grow up raised to be a gentle sort, his heart will long to protect everyone he can from the sorrow and darkness in the world. Everything is right in his life Ari is blissfull in a world full of love and light. Never very far from his father he tries to learn everything he can about helping others.
But as he grows older things start to change, subtly at first, he worries about his siblings and if they are alright. Fear plants itself deep in his subconscious mind that he and his father are failing them. The fear grows and flowers into a deep festering wound that eats at the back of his mind. This causes Ari to throw himself harder into his studes, trying to push down the ever darkening thoughts from coming and taking over.
Ari is growing in size and knowledge. But without anyone else knowing he's growing darker too. There's is a side to him that is clawing to get out.
Something in his young adult life causes him to snap, and Ari will slip into a state of mind where everyne has become an enemy, out to destroy him and his fmaily. He will become increasingly violent in 'protecting' them all.
As a fully fledged adult he slowly slips into insanity, unable to figure out how to ask for help. Plots: Foal --- A light in the darkness:Ari is born on a dark stormy night. He feels at home in the chaos and violence around him, but at the same time he wants it all to end, for peace and calm to envelope his small world. From this point, he will begin to decide that he wants to bring peace and calm to a turdulent world. --- Best friends forever!:I want Ari to meet aother foal that become his lifelong friend and companion. {They will be crucal in later plots}
Young Adult --- Locks of Gold:I would like Ari to meet his half-brother Asher, feeling the old stallion's pain and sorrow, he wants to help. This will be his first taste of failure, a bitter pill to swollow. {Could be a catalyst to his change}
--- Never leave me ... :Ari is clinging more and more to his friend, he's almsot obsessed with being beside them. They clear his mind and allow him to think, but he does he voice this without scaring them off.
Adult --- And I know things never feel the way that's right inside: Ari is struggling, he's attacked many soquili he would have onced helped. He can feel his mind breaking and cannot understand what is going on.
--- I can feel the animal inside:Ari's mind has snapped, first it was a bunny and he got his first taste of blood, now the stallion can't seem to live without it.
--- The primal need is filling me:On a dark killing streak, Ari has earned a new name .. he's being called 'Dracul.' His darkness revels in this new name, and he accepts it with glee, nearly forgetting completely about Ari. --- I'll keep on crawling my friend: Ari's friend has found him, at first he attempts to push them away, afraid he will destroy them, instead they refuse to leave.
--- Will I fall again into dismay?:He was getting better, then they were attacked by a young walker, Ari lost control and Dracul came out once more.
--- Now it's over:His companion has weathered the storm of the stallion and teach him that he can live with this darkness, he can control it. {This could be a lifemate/lovemate situation depending on the other owner}
--- But I am afraid of trying:Ari is running. running from friends and family, he's afraid of failing them of hurting him. The turning point has come, will he fall forever into this seeping madness or can he be saved. It will depend on whom he meets.
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Rain was pelting the deep burgundy coat of a lone angeni stallion, the only soquili in the area brave ... or likely stupid enough, to be out at a time like this. he skies had blackened and opened up. This storm was powerful, one of the strongest the young adult could remember. The winds were howling, tugging at his wings and hair rather violently. Thunder was booming, like a herd of large buffalo running across the clouds, lightning cracked nearby .. he'd even seen one strike a tree. The tree tried it's best to spark to life, but the rain had quenched that fire before it could even get started.
The stallion stood alone, backed up to a towering line of trees, watching the storm rapidly blow in towards him. Ironic wasn't it, Ari would have laughed if it didn't hurt so much. The weather was a perfect mimic to the raging storm in his mind.
Something was fighting, clawing like a caged Tasmanian devil to rip and tear it's way free.
It was dark, this force, it tried to tell him i just wanted to help .. to help him protect and defend the ones he loved and cared for, but he didn't believe the shadow .. he had seen what it did when it took control. Memories of small animals ripped apart, drained of blood and life, he could -not- let it get free again.
His fangs, long left unnoticed were hurting now silently screaming for release, his tongue was felt thick ... his mouth dry .. he wanted ... almost NEEDED the warmth of another's life.
NO! nononono! Ari shook his head, "leave me be you demon!" he yelled out into the storm, eyes narrow and burning with indignant anger. How dare it taunt and tempt him!
A branch swept across him, the stallion almost jumped at the sudden feel of it against his leg.
He spun around his wings flared out in a threatening manner, immediately the darkness used the sudden instinct of fear to creep farther forward. Instead of danger, Ari turned and come face to face with a small mare. Her brown eyes were large and full of fear as she stared back at him.
A heartbeat or two passed between them, and neither said a word.
Finally Ari relaxed and plastered a sweet smile to his face. "come .. you shouldn't be out in this weather." He placed his wings protectively over the young mare and led her deep into the shadowy forest. He intended to find her somewhere safe and dry to rest out the storm, and ease her fears.
But his fangs were aching mercilessly now, and his tongue felt like it would choke him any moment. She was so warm, so full of life .. and the whispers were so seductive like silk trying to loosely wrap itself around his mind.
'It would be so easy ... you would feel good .. and she wouldn't hurt anymore ..'
Yes ... yes it would be easy .. so very easy to give in and let the monster have it's way.
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Username: musicaloner7 Name: Ren Meaning (optional): romance/love Biosex: Male Gender (optional): male Orientation (optional): --- RP examples (optional): guild rp is never a good example of my ability, as 99% of my rp is done via IMs. buuuut: - [ + ] - [ + ] - [ + ] - [ + ] - [ + ] - [ + ] - [ + ] - [ + ] - [ + ] About: Ren is a rather reserved stallion, who tends to keep quiet. But not because he is shy. There is a vanity to him, and a portion that desires to be affirmated by others in order to confirm what he debates constantly with: his self-worth and value. His vain nature had sprouted from all the confidence and ego boosting his mother gave him, causing him to be quite full of himself. But when he realized others did not see him the same way she did, he began to plummet into a spiral of severe second guessing. While he can be a bit self-absorbed, he is able to look outside of himself when someone shows an interest in him, and thus includes them into his small bubble. There is a lot of good in him that is untapped, simply waiting to blossom with the right encounters, instances, and Soq. Plots: - I'd like for him to gain a close companion and confidant. Someone who can help him grow. - I'd love for sibling interaction. One he's gotten older, more likely as a young adult, he will strike out on his own to try and find himself. - Since I would like him to start being with his father later on in his young foal life, I'd like lots of pops rp time. - Mama rp time, til he runs off to find his old man. - more to come when I actually rp him!
Prompt Picked: 3 with a bit of 1+2 mixed in
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He'd been traveling for... he didn't know how long now... the nights and days were beginning to meld together, like separate ripples in a pool combining. Small hooves were growing weary from the trek, lids heavily setting on those brilliant eyes of his, his usual elegant composure sunken by his depleting energy.
Would... he ever find his father?
Ren had left his mother, who he had been with since his birth. The day he peeked out of the lid of his basket, she was there, and only she. Day in and out she doted on him, lathering him with constant affection and attention, that any child would be glad to have. Alas, for Ren, the enjoyment did not last all that long. While his mother was more than eager to sing praise for him, others that were encountered hardly ever seemed to repeat the same. If anything, they made a point of singling out his flaws, and unflattering traits. The young, and easily impressionable colt, had his confidence and self-esteem crippled, putting him in a state of limbo and intense uncertainty. A young foal once brimming with confidence, and tainted with vanity, was now questioning his very being.
Was he really... not all his mother said he was? it began to make him second guess, and become skeptical of her words... what about everything she'd told him about his father? And siblings? Were those true...? Was that really what had happened...?
It was terrifying, and overwhelming, making all he heard to fall on deaf ears, and the seed of paranoia burrow itself firmly into his heart. He needed to know... he needed answers...
In the dark, lateness of night, when there was a stillness that gripped you, and the chill seeped through the short coat concealing tender skin, Ren made his escape. While his mother was away, he took to the unventured, and unknown woods that engulfed his home. From what he'd been told of his father, and his possible whereabouts, paired with the vague information he had on the location that he currently resided, he took to following his gut. He had to get away, he had to go... the turmoil was getting to be too much, making him desperate for some means of stability and sanity, to quell his aching chest.
Surely his father would provide answers... Surely he would find some means to curing the war raging mercilessly in his soul.
About: When one is raised as the pinnacle of beauty, one tends to see the world and all its creatures as less fortunate. Ambrose is not a particularly cruel stallion, nor, exactly, is he openly arrogant. He is simply certain of his place. He sees himself as a being of utter perfection, for his mother has assured him of his grace, his power, and of course, his beauty. He loves his mother deeply, believing that she and himself are on elevated levels than most 'mortal' Soquili. He is not unkind to these mortals, but when he speaks to them it can come off as condescending.
The more he grows, the more his self-certainty will blossom. He will remain a gentleman through and through, always acting polite unless given a reason not to. Heaven forbid he involve himself in physical fights, either. Such a thing is beneath him. If ever angry, Ambrose's anger is cold rather than heated, and he prefers to icily ignore whoever has offended him until they take the hint and leave.
Though he can be manipulative, it is certainly not his strongest suit. Lesser creatures should understand and obey when he speaks, and he will only invest the energy in trying to charm them if they are really worth his notice...
Plots:
Am I Not More? - Raised in Belle Morte's image, Ambrose will spend much of his young life living up to his mother's expectations and doing all he can to please her. There will be a day when he has fully grown that Ambrose comes to believe that he has actually surpasses his mother. Such a thing, he reasons, will be natural. It is only right that the young grow strong and ever more beautiful. I don't imagine Belle would take kindly to this, so I think it'd be fun to play out the aftermath! Either she brings him to heel, or he sets out on his own...
Sister Dear.... - Amaranthe wishes to slip from his mother's clutches? Ambrose is willing to assist her... for a favor in the future. This favor might even be one of Amaranthe's very own children, should she have them--so that Ambrose might raise yet another perfect being.
Mirror Images, But Flawed - When Ambross meets the rest of his family, he will be confused to say the least. Though beautiful, his family is not without their imperfections.... imperfections that he will struggle to accept and, for a time, completely reject. He will isolate himself from his family, believing himself to be above such things. I would eventually like him to find his way back to his other family and connect with them, particularly Asher. He needs to learn that beauty is so much more than appearances.
A Bitter Pill to Swallow - Ambrose takes a young foal (or perhaps one of Amaranthe's children) under his wing, determined to craft them into something even more beautiful and elegant than perhaps even he. One way or another, he will fail, and the only thing he can come up with is that he is somehow at fault. If he were truly above others, why can he not shape them into what he wants them to be? Perhaps he finds Belle after this and she can either taunt him for thinking he knows better, or manages to sucker him back under her influence...
Prompt Picked: 2!
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It was not unusual that he would have felt a tug to this poor, maimed creature. His right side was beautiful, unmarred perfection given form, but his other half... Ambrose had never seen such scars before, and judging from his mother's stories, this could be none other than his half-brother. The strange stallion had seemed relieved that he had found Ambrose, urging him to come with and meet his father and sister. Ambrose smiled a little sadly, shaking his head.
"I understand, brother. I truly do, now."
Asher's expression crinkled with doubt and confusion, not understanding. Ambrose spoke gently to him. "Your jealousy. I understand. You have fallen from mother's favor with such an appearance, have you not?"
Judging by the way his half-brother stiffened, Ambrose knew he'd hit the nail on the head. "What I do not understand is how you could let her suffer so. Accompanying our father that broke her heart? Stealing her children right out from under her nose? Such actions are beneath you."
Asher was protesting fiercely now, but the younger stallion refused to listen, speaking over him in a truly infuriating fashion. "I don't have time for your excuses, brother. But fear not. We will meet again..." Ambrose smiled slyly, his eyes glinting. "After all, I don't intend to live under mother's wings forever."
Spreading his own beautiful wings, the stallion leapt into the air and soared, toying over the idea of informing his mother of just who he'd met today.
Username: belloblossom Name: Valentine Morte Meaning (optional): n/a Biosex: Male Gender (optional): Male Orientation (optional): Pansexual (or more precisely, he will love anyone beautiful regardless of self-labels) RP examples (optional):Example 1 Example 2 About: He will be raised by his mother and under her live and affection, as well as her need for perfection and beauty, he will grow to become quite the narcissistic adult. He will take great delight in his appearance, knowing that he is the most beautiful stallion, because his mother has told him this all his life. He will avoid dangerous situations, for fear of his coat being sullied and be a mama's boy through thick and thin. If there is one that he thinks more beautiful than himself, it is Belle for surely, she would never wish him harm or lead him astray.
As a foal idolizes Belle and wants to always be by her side, wanting to be perfect for her and assist her in her every wish. These morals will stick to him as he grows into adulthood and especially after the departure of his sister. Not wishing his mother to feel any abandonment from himself if he were to leave to find his own way, Valentine makes the decision to stay with her forever, as a guardian, servant, and devoted son forever more.
Of course, plans have a tendency to change, and depending on the encounters he has his loyalty to his mother may be diverted towards someone who grows to be even more important to him. Plots:Picture Perfect - As a foal, Valentine will idolize his mother, never wanting to stray from her side. He will think himself and his family to be the symbol of perfection, so when his sister starts wandering away from home and threatens that image, he puts it in his mind to follow her and find what she's up to! (In this plot, I would like him to discover Amaranthe's plans to escape from his mother's hold, so that he might try and convince her of otherwise. He has been fooled by his sister's front around her mother and so will share in the betrayal of her when she leaves the family.)
The Queen's Knight - Belle has done well in installing her image of perfection and loyalty within her son, for he refuses to leave her side even as he grows into adulthood. He dotes on her and will be a loyal lackey. He is her only family now that his sister has left, and he knows not what became of his third. (This plot will be feature a lot of interaction with Belle and any tasks she may have for him to carry out.)
Familiar Parallels - Valentine comes across Noir in a rare moment away from Belle's side. He is taken by her beauty, which is of such a similar likeness to his own and will recognize her as his long lost sister. Delighted and wanting to get to know her, he will start sneaking away to meet with her. If she decides to spend more time with him, he will want to introduce her to Belle, but should his mother reject Noir (perhaps in fear of the parallels between Valentine's actions and Amaranthe's) he cannot be held accountable for what he does: will be too flee with Noir as his sister did before him, or will his loyalty to his mother cause him to reject a second sister?
Prompt Picked: 2
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Valentine was rarely seen from his mother's side, for he loathed being away from her. The only reason he had left her this time was to go fetch her a golden hued rose from a far-away garden. These roses we're supposed to be the most beautiful of all flowers and so when she asked him to fetch it for her, he did not complain; then again, he never complained.
He was returning with the rose clasped gently in his muzzle, for he could not carry it in any other manner. If he had it woven into his mane, it could get blown away by the wind, or if he tucked it under his wing, the petals may get crushed. No, it had to be perfect for his mother and so he carried it in his mouth, despite the thorns pricking into his lips and causing him discomfort.
Valentine was beginning to get tired, however and he was still a day's travel from where his mother and he resided. The sun was moving towards the horizon and soon dusk would fall over the land like a great purple mist. It was a good time to settle down for the night, the stallion thought and so began to look for a place to rest. It was under the shade of a great oak tree that he decided to place the rose. He planted it's stem with an awkward tilt of his head, the soft ground beneath allowing him to do so. He had heard the sounds of a stream nearby and was parched from his travels, so went he to find the source of the trickling sounds.
Well, he found the stream, but as he came upon it, he found himself much more engaged with the beautiful creature that he found there. It was a lovely mare, who's beauty reminded him both of his own and his mother's. A nagging feeling in the back of his mind wondered whether this could be simple coincidence, and his hooves were moving forward soon after the thought. Valentine had to introduce himself to this elegant, dark-coated mare. He had to know her, for he felt such a pull towards her. With that simple encounter, the mission that his mother had sent him on was forgotten, as was the golden rose by the great oak tree.
Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 7:31 pm
Closed!!
Thank everyone for entering, I can already tell this is going to be a hard decision for us to make with so many awesome entries. Death and I will read over them all and converse with each other to have one winner soon(hopefully within the next few days). Stay tuned!!
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Posted: Fri Feb 05, 2016 7:44 pm
Ermagerd these are so good. Honestly, just publicly posting that I might not get to read all of these thoroughly until Valentine's Day weekened because thats my next "day off". I will be going through them but I would expect by at least then I a decision has been made.
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No points will be deducted for calling Belle, Bella...we don't tell her because she is not a Twilight fan. xD
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2016 2:58 pm
I was home at noon today so it seems as if we figured it out.
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Posted: Sat Feb 06, 2016 3:17 pm
Yes after much deliberation we finally came to the same conclusion and OMG was it a hard one! you guys really didnt make it easy...Shame on you all ;P j//k
anyways.....drum roll please! ........................................................
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First we have our runner up Tsunake. Your concept really grabbed up and adds another dynamic we hadnt thought about. Which is why we would like to extend to you permission to custom or pursue a wishing star child of the pair. A secret basket hidden by Belle to assure a worthy successor! We will set up permission for you shortly and quote you there. Congrats!
And now our 'coup de grâce'...ok maybe not, but still the Main event!
Our winner for the blue eyed son is.......Celeanor! We both really gravitated to your entry and we couldnt agree more that he will fit in very well and Te is glad to have his son under his wings! Welcome Arcturus!!
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Thanks again everyone for entering, we are humbled by the interest our pair was shown. Ill be posting certing info in Nerps thread shortly.
