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 Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 9:31 pm
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Victor Temper: Questing Entry Too big, sorry D:Was it inspired by a story? Moreso by the archetype of the mad scientist, combined with a Victorian aesthetic. I suppose you can say there's a bit of Frankenstein in there as well. Or quite a lot, actually! Rough Description of Story: Victor was curious about the sciences from a very young age. As a unicorn, he was taught that his role would always be as the healer- that was what his magic was for. But Victor had unicorn blood only from his father- his mother had been a normal soquili, who died when Victor was very young. He had only the faintest of memories of her, as a kind and benevolent figure who smiled down upon him and had loved him unconditionally. Her death had left his father a wreck, barely capable of caring for his curious son. Victor's weakened healing powers did not bother him initially. That just meant there was always more for him to learn, and he found his limits delicious to play with, in a frankly masochistic way. And then Victor fell in love. The mare he loved was beautiful, not a unicorn, not one of his herd. She had a coat like moonlight, and hiding was impossible. She spent a large amount of her time with her herd. Victor made grand plans to ask her to be his mate, building elaborate fantasies in his mind of their future together. Before he could enact his plans, disaster struck. A kalona struck down his beloved as she was on her way to meet Victor, rending her flesh, leaving her dying rapidly of a large wound. When Victor found her, after waiting worried for a few hours, no others of his herd were nearby. He applied his healing powers as best he could, but it was not enough. Her death scarred him. Victor didn't heal her- couldn't have! What good was his magic, if not for healing? His very touch seemed to cause death to all the women he loved. He began to blame his mother's death on himself, despite how irrational that may have been. And he began to turn inward, to darkness. When Victor next explored his powers, it was in bringing back the dead. It wasn't too late- he could undo the damage he had wrought! Day and night, he mixed potions and cast spells. When a week had passed, he emerged back to his herd... His hide hideously marred by the markings of a skull and bones- the only thing his magic had done. His cravat, always worn carefully, and with bride, was askew, and he refused to remove the goggles he had worn while casting his spells from above his eyes. Increasingly reclusive, Victor one day vanished, where it was said he was trying to reconstruct his dead love... In any way possible. Comments: The 'Vogue' is added solely for humor- this is supposed to be a fashion magazine, after all! I tried to keep the layout as 'fashiony' as possible. I'm a big fan of fashion magazines, so I hope it shows! Also, the background image are of bottles/flasks- I would like a few near his hooves, if that's okay? Also, I'm not an artist, so I hope this isn't judged on artistic ability!
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 10:23 pm
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Chiyoe Temper: Vindictive Entry Was it inspired by a story?It was inspired by two stories.. One of which being Thumbelina, the other being a smidgen playing on "the bride with white hair" story. (I first found the movie and then later discovered it was a book turned movie type thing...) and even a little bit Romeo and Juliet-ish. Rough Description of Story: In the beginning an old mare prayed for a child as her mate had passed recently leaving them childless. She went to an old mystic who gave her a tulip bulb. "Plant the bulb and in the spring when it blooms, you will have your foal." The mare raced home, planted a bulb and when it grew. there int he bloomed flower's petals sat a tiny filly. Her coat was mostly black as midnight with red red markings and a long luxurious black mane. The mare feared how tiny this little one was but she loved her deeply none the less bestowing the name of Chiyoe upon her. Chiyoe never did grow much, she was still tiny enough to use a walnut shell as a basket. It was her size that worried her mother most of all however,Chiyoe didn't pay her fears any mind and was content to roam the flowers and grass as though they were her very own forest. One day.. she met a young stallion, tiny just like her though he had magnificent wings capable of flight. Oh how she envied him.. but in a way.. as he came to visit her.. she fell for him and he, her. It was when the stallion's family learned of their growing passions that the head mare called a meeting.. it had to be stopped.. had to be put to an end. So, she sent out several of her guardian stallions to see to it that the mare was absconded with and placed some where her son would soon forget about her. In the scuffle to send Chiyoe away.. the young stallion was injured by his own guards mortally... as she wept, her long black mane became ghostly white from her grief and something broke inside of her. Driven by her hatred for those that killed her love, Chiyoe lashed out at the guardian flutters and her hair seemingly having now a mind of it's own had become a weapon... It had strangled them all leaving them dead lying beside her beloved. Comments: the dark wig is to show the length of the mane and style and the white wig to show the color it should be. In a way.. our Thumbelina mare becomes a deranged witch who strives for vengeance.. and consumed by such is blinded by all else. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Drecarious Temper: Blunt Entry the red indicates hangings of Spanish moss in the image. A bloody hatchet on a stump in front of the stallion with a severed tail beside the stump. Was it inspired by a story? Partially just inspired by the wilderness in Florida.. and partially Inspired by the ghost story "Tailypo" readable hereRough Description of Story: The swamps are full of mysterious things.. Some times you hear things in them. Tailypo is about an old hermit that cuts the tail off of some creature that was in his cabin and being hungry he eats the tail.. the creature then comes back night after night in search of his missing tail, in this retelling however instead of the hermit dieing, it's the creature who meets it's end. Comments: Tailypo was a creepy folk tail i stumbled upon as a small children story when i was in the fourth grade.. as a child it un-nerved me beyond anything. And though I know I can only win one if I win, either of these two would be fine as I've no preference between the two, I just thought it's be fun to dress them both up.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 11:16 pm
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Belcheri
Temper: Possessive
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Click to enlarge. :3 And that's the Nightingales body in the bag tied to his leg btw.
Was it inspired by a story? Hans Christian Andersen's The Nightingale
Rough Description of Story: Garbed in the sickly kings possessions Death stood at his bedside to recall his life's deeds and collect his soul. Ready to judge his crimes and steal his life, the reaper Belcheri paused as a beautiful sound caught his ears. Raising his head towards the window he was surprised to see a little bird sitting there singing with such a beautiful determination. As she sang life began to return to the emperor and Belcheri's still became more entranced with the little birds song. "Go on, little nightingale. go on" He urged with the sing ended, and to that the bird returned. "Then will you give me the beautiful golden sword, and that rich banner? And will you give me the emperor's crown?" To this death regretfully shook his head. The emperor was still much to sick, and he had a job to do. But then a wicked thought crossed his mind and he spoke to the nightingale. "Perhaps if you would come with me little bird. Then we shall leave these chambers and your emperor will be safe to live till he's old." To this the nightingale was torn, but at hearing this the sickly emperor turned his head and reached out to the bird rasping Yes, and go quickly, for he wasn't ready for today to be his end. A stab ran through her heart and for the first time tears sprang to the birds eyes and she chirped. "I will take your offer death, but only if you make that a promise." This made Belcheri's lips spread into a wicked grin, "A contract perhaps?" He offered sweetly, flying into the chambers the nightingale approached death and gave a nod of her head. Within the next moments it was finished, and as long as the nightingale stayed at deaths side singing her lovely song, the emperor would be left alone by Belcheri. Signed with a stamp of the birds foot, a red ribbon tied itself to one of her legs and attached to one of the many necklaces that hung around his neck. With that the duo departed, the emperors possessions still lain about his body. Many years had passed since that day, and the nightingale still carries on her song for Belcheri's ears only, even after her passing. For even though the emperor died years earlier of a weakened and aged body she still believed deaths contract and naively sings to keep her emperor alive. Not that Belcheri would ever tell her otherwise. Now waking with his prized possession's dead body in the bag tied to his leg he travels forever hearing her hauntingly beautiful song.
Comments: At first I wanted to write a story with both the nightingale and death drawn out and together, but this one stuck in my mind and wouldn't leave me alone. xD Sorry it's not detailed or anything I'm not that great a storyteller. The real story is still my favorite <3 Two lines are taken from the story though, I'll have them in italic.
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Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 11:40 pm
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Maloideae Temper: Pernicious Entry  Was it inspired by a story? The Poisoned Apple Rough Description of Story: Can you resist the temptation?
Legend has it that there is a force so malevolent it has been stained red with blood; the source is not something that one would usually expect, for what could be so devious about an apple?
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Once upon a time, there was a kingdom that was pledged by a wicked witch; she was only known as such for it pertained to her conniving, dark, mysterious behavior, for she did not possess any powers besides her wit. She was not always known as the wicked witch, for she had many titles, but the one that most knew her by was Princess.
The Princess had tried, to no avail to swindle the kingdom from the Old King and Queen, for it should have been hers by birthright but instead the crown was to go to her young and charming brother. Enraged, the princess made a pledge she would one day get her revenge and take the crown.
Years passed, her rage did not diminish and neither did her beauty, in actuality, it had become more magnificent. She could not help herself, the princess would spend hours staring at her reflection, enjoying that she was the fairest of them all. Two words shattered her precious bubble of vanity: Snow White. Word had come to the princess that her brother was to marry the most beautiful mare in all the lands; the old pain resurged in the mare and her wicked plan was formed.
Snow was a pretty, but dimwitted mare, she accepted the poisoned apple from her soon to be sister-in-law with the belief it offered prosperity. It did not, at least for Snow; she lay on the ground unmoving when the guards found her, a half-eaten red apple by her side. The killing spree continued as the princess disposed of those who wronged her, but in her revenge, she had become to careless, which lead to her capture.
Her own brother was to execute her on the marrow for her crimes against the crown, but during the night, she escaped from her chains and fled into the darkness, leaving a trail of poisoned bodies and apples in her wake. Comments: I had a lot working on this concept and while I was at it I drank a few cups of hot apple cider with caramel (not poisoned thankfully lol) Oh and I am not sure if it is just my computer that is making her image darker than it should or if it is actually showing up that way on everyone’s computer, but her cloak is supposed to be darker than her body color :}
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 3:23 am
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Little Bo Black Sheep Temper: vengeful Entry  Was it inspired by a story? Retelling of The Boy Who Cried Wolf Rough Description of Story: Baa baa black sheep, why didn't you cry wolf?
Bo had lived her whole life with the rest of her flock in a small, quaint village. It was a pleasant enough place, with a clear river to drink from, and plentiful fields of long juicy grass. The only problem was the occasional wolf attack, but the village had a smart system, and one cry of “Wolf!” from the shepherd and half the village came running. Thus the flock lived their days in relative peace, with kind shepherds to tend over them and many grew lazy and dull. Bo had never been quite like the other sheep. She was born with a quick mind and a temper to match. Though she loved her flock and her shepherd and so found little to be angry about. But the day the goats came changed everything.
The village had decided to buy a herd of goats, and why anyone would do that was beyond her. The goats were loud, obnoxious, stubborn, and not even very intelligent. They broke through fences, ran into the forest, and got themselves into all manner of trouble and then needed rescue. She disliked them immediately. Not to mention, because of this the village needed extra shepherds to watch them. The sheep, who had been with the village for as long as anyone could remember were tame and happy, and really felt no need to wander. Because they were not seen as needing as much watching, their shepherds were transferred to the goats, and the sheep got a new shepherd.
Meet the boy.
Cocky, lazy and stupid Bo had no idea where this pathetic excuse for a human had come from but it was obvious he was a good for nothing boy with no future. She would have left him for the wolves as a baby – but she was not his mother and thus he was still alive, having not quite managed to be killed by his own stupidity just yet. She was confident it was only a matter of time. Meanwhile of course, they were forced to put up with him as their watcher.
The first time the boy watched them she could tell he was bored, he was nothing like the other shepherds and instead spent his time either ignoring the flock and skipping rocks through the water, or chasing the flock around for his own entertainment. Twice even he cried wolf, a false alarm that not only roused the village each time but panicked the flock. She didn't understand how they had put someone so incompetent and self serving to watch over them. What at first was a frustrated acceptance soon grew to hatred of this boy. She talked to the flock leader about it, she wanted him replaced, he was horrid! But the elder chastised her, with the new herd of goats the village needed the shepherds to look after the goats who were more stubborn and prone to wandering. They would just have to put up with the boy until the goats were better trained and they could get their shepherd back.
But this didn't sit well with her, she wasn't content to just waste away being chased and bullied by some pigheaded two-legger. And so she hatched a plan...
the wolf had plagued the village for as long as anyone could remember, always sneaking in to attack the sheep and sometimes succeeding in making off with one or two as dinner. He was dangerous, their enemy. And yet it was for precisely this reason she knew it had to be him. She went to him, offering a trade of sorts, mutual benefit and all that. He would kill the boy, that much she needed to happen without a doubt. But she knew he would not agree to that, the humans would most certainly come after him. And so she also offered him access to the goats, an opening in the fence that only she knew. Something they both wanted, she reasoned. Him, an endless supply of dinner, and her to be rid of the horrid boy. The goats were a casualty, she disliked them certainly, but it wasn't the hatred she had for the boy. Still, she needed something to bargain with and they were her sacrifice, a necessary one. And with the goats out of the picture they would get their old shepherd back and things would return to the way they used to be.
On the day they had arranged she went for a walk, not wanting anyone to catch onto her mood. At the time they had agreed on, she heard a yell. "Wolf! Wolf!" Screamed the useless boy. Bo looked over to the village, and saw no one coming. The boy's futile cries were repeated again, and still, no one came. She smirked in satisfaction, he had been foolish, playing far too many games and now he would pay the price. Not wanting to miss the one chance she would have to witness his demise, she trotted over quickly.
The sight that greeted her eyes was not at all what she expected. The boy was alive and while, lying on the ground and staring at the wolf with fearful eyes. And instead of the goats, the dismembered bodies of her flock was strewn all about the grass, blood staining the once green fields. Shock overtook her, what was going on!
"This wasn't the deal!" She yelled, distraught. "What have you done!"
The wolf cackled. "Silly sheep, did you really expect me honour your deal? Goats are stringy and bad to eat, not to mention if I kill the human, the other villagers will most certainly hunt me until I am dead." He grinned. "All I wanted was your sheep friends. And you played them right into my hands."
What had started as numbness gave way to something else, a smoldering in her chest, a fire that gripped her with burning hands and wouldn't let go. She glanced at the boy. He had given up yelling, but was still just lying there, useless sack! He hadn't even tried to fight off the wolf, he had stood by and let her family die! She felt the rage build up and this time, unlike times before, she let it go.
Without another thought she grabbed the boy's staff, hooking the crook around the wolf and dragging him down with a strength she didn't know she possessed. Time and time again, her hooves crashed down on him, beating his body until it was prone and still beneath her bloodstained hooves, black body stained all over with his blood.
And then she turned on the boy.
She took him the same way she took the wolf, using his staff against him and trampling him until he was practically pulp. She stepped back, sides heaving as she gazed upon her rage. She draped the pelt of the wolf around herself, picking up the staff and glancing back one last time at the village she used to call home. No more.
The staff was her weapon, the pelt a warning to all, showing them in no uncertain terms that she would not be tricked, would not be crossed. And with these items, she set off, leaving far behind the only home she had ever known.
Comments: the wolf pelt can be any colour, i just suck at colouring so i did something simple ^^"
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 4:22 am
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: César [A French and Spanish form of the Roman Latin Cæsar, meaning "severed."]
Temper: Temperamental
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*The second one just has notes for the colorist, nothing has been changed. c:
Was it inspired by a story? Yes~ It was inspired loosely by a French fairy tale, The Green Serpent.
Rough Description of Story:
Once upon a time, there was a simple stallion of not so simple blood, his father a Kelpi and his mother a mix of a Regular and a Kalona. His mother wasn't the violent sort, however. No, not at all. Her looks aside, she was pretty... normal. Friendly, even. Not what you would expect at all. This stallion? César. He grew up as well-behaved as any other Soquili you'd find, never feeling the need to attack or lash out. Raised near a large lake with his parents, César was happy. Life was... almost perfect. Something was missing.
On the other side of the lake lived a herd of assorted winged Soquili, their little society based around colors. A white coat? Beautiful! A black coat? Wonderful! A gray coat?... No. Gray is an extremely dull and boring color. Hell, you might as well just be uncolored and nonexistent! Colors were just that important to the herd. It was thought that, if you mated with a color as plain as gray, your children would come out dull, lifeless, and boring. Thus, if you had a gray coat, you were known throughout the herd as unmateable.
Now, this wasn't a problem for César or his family, due to them living outside of the herd and keeping to themselves, but it was a major problem for his future love, Princess Arianne. Arianne was the daughter of the herd's rulers, gorgeous pure blooded Winds with pelts as white as snow. She was born, naturally, with an equally white coat. Arianne was prime example of what perfection was within the herd. Everyone in the herd loved her, right from the start.
Outside of the herd, however, was someone who hated her. In fact, this "someone" hated the entire herd and the royal line ruling over it. This hateful creature was a wicked old Flutter, a mare banished from the herd ages ago because of her coloring and nasty temperament. Her banishment happened far before the time of the current rulers though, so the king and queen thought they had nothing to worry about.
Unfortunately, this was not the case. The wicked old Flutter slipped her way in and out of the herd's land one night, days after the princesses birth, placing a permanent curse on the young Arianne and turning her coat into a dull, dull gray. The royal line wouldn't continue, the king and queen would suffer, and the herd would be devastated at the news. It was perfect.
The king and queen, along with their subjects, were crushed.
Princess Arianne had no problems growing up, having a lively and quite colorful personality. Her people still loved her, of course! She was still their princess! But, because of her coat's coloring, she was destined to never find love. Being around all of the happy couples in the herd? Seeing what she would never have? It was just too much for her. Knowing fully well that she would never find love, Arianne requested that she live on her own as an adult.
It was a calm night, early in the winter, when Princess Arianne finally left. And it was during this peaceful departure when she met César, our hero. His sudden appearance from the lake - he had gone for a nightly swim, you see - scared the poor princess to death. Spooked, she ran across the newly frozen surface of the lake. Instinct told her to get away from.. from whatever the hell that was! But then the ice cracked, and the poor princess fell through. Fortunately, César was there to save her.
And, unfortunately, she had found love!
...Well, from Princess Arianne's point of view, it was unfortunate. For César? This was wonderful! César wasn't from the herd, he didn't care what color her coat was. The two lavished each other with gifts over the next few years, especially César, who wanted nothing more than to have this mare as his mate. After years of living with her hero by the lakeside, Arianne decided to leave César, more than ready to strike off on her own. This wasn't good, she was falling in love, this wasn't good! Not wanting to torture herself with something she could never had, she tried to leave. But César just wouldn't have that. He loved her! It took a little convincing, Princess Arianne being raised with her herd's beliefs, but César eventually managed to win her over. She was everything to him!
Finally mates, two then lived happily ever after... for a few months.
The wicked old Flutter, still alive and kicking, decided to check in on her favorite herd. The.. princess wasn't there, though? No miserable, heartbroken, cursed princess in sight. Odd. She didn't have to look far for the princess though, because not too far away from the herd was where Arianne and César resided. Finding the princess in a far happier situation than she had thought, the old Flutter decided that this just wouldn't do! The Flutter kept an eye on the couple for a time, watching Arianne's movements.
Princess Arianne was killed during one of her nightly walks by the lakeside.
Hearing the struggle while he had been dozing, poor César scrambled to find Arianne, only to discover his mate... dead. And the killer still at the scene. An emotional wreck at this point, the stallion did something he had never expected himself to do: kill. It was an easy task, grabbing hold of his sword and slicing it through the brittle old mare. The killer was dead!.. As well as his mate.
Alerting his mate's herd of what had happened, César took all the time in the world to mourn the loss. Mourning and crying over Princess Arianne didn't help though. How was he supposed to live without Arianne?! What was he supposed to do now? How... What was he... No. Being around his mate's herd, being around the place they had met, being around the lake? It was home, but César couldn't deal with it. There were too many memories of his poor Arianne. He was surrounded by these memories of her and they were driving him mad! He needed to leave. At once.
So, after taking a few small things, he did.
Comments:
- The story came out way longer than I thought it would.. q uq;
- If that tail of his is considered a major mutation or anything like that, feel free to use one of the shop's Kelpi tails instead.
- I imagine he took that white ribbon from his mate, after she had been killed, as a small little token to remember her by. The other accessories were gifts from when they had been together.
- This was fun! 8D
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 7:34 am
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Santiago Temper: Determined Entry Was it inspired by a story? The Old Man and the SeaRough Description of Story: TL biggrin R; A guy catches a big fish against all odds. Comments: The green blotches in the tail are supposed to be seaweed.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:47 am
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili razz ersephone Temper: callous Entry  Was it inspired by a story? Yes, kind of. I thought about Hades and Persephone, how she was tricked by Hades into becoming the queen. Rough Description of Story:This story is a mix of greek history and a twist on snow white. Hades does indeed trick her into being his bride but then that is when the tables turn! She becomes the evil queen and places him under her spell. Once he falls asleep, she puts him away where no one will ever find him and she rules over the underworld by herself! Comments: I wrote just a basic version of what was going on in my mind because I didn't want to write page(s) just to give in details. Have fun?
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:56 am
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Celine Temper: Adventurous Entry  Was it inspired by a story? Yes! Red Riding Hood! Name of Soquili: Fallout Temper: Distressed Entry  Was it inspired by a story? Yes! Red Riding Hood! Rough Description of Story: Celine and her Mother lived in the middle of a radiation blasted wasteland. Their home and means were modest, but thanks to her Mothers' precautions, they both avoided mutating into freaks. Many others were less lucky, and the wasteland could be quite dangerous due to the wandering mutants. One day, Celine's Mother told her that her Grandmother had fallen ill. She packed medicine and food into a saddlebag, made sure Celine's respirator was functioning properly, and wrapped a cloak around her head to keep her warm. Celine's Mother warned her to follow the path to Grandmothers House quickly, and to be sure not to stray, lest she run across a mutant. Celine promised, and headed out into the wasteland. The path was clean, well tended, and Celine quickly grew bored. She saw many interesting things off the path, like two-headed cows, and bubbling pools of toxic goo, but she was mindful of her promise, and continued on her way. However, she soon entered a forest of petrified trees, and after turning a corner, was confronted by a black and green Soquili of peculiar appearance. "My! What numerous ears you have!" she exclaimed. "Why! The better to hear you with!" he replied, trying to look suave. "My! What a large spine you have!" she then exclaimed. The stallion looked uncomfortable. "The better to... support my extra kidney and lung?" he replied. "My! What big hair you have!" she exclaimed. "It won't stop GROWING!" he cried, clearly distressed by his plight. "You don't know what it's like! I can hardly take two steps without it tangling on something. Last month, a Skinwalker caught me, but instead of eating me and putting me out of my misery, she braided my hair and laughed at me." He finished with a snivel, one acid green tear leaking down his face to fall with a hiss on the ground. Celine stared at the mutant for a moment, before giving him her saddlebag. "Here. You probably need this more." she said, and returned home. Her Grandmother eventually got better. Comments: I ended up writing a story around both Soquili. I understand I can't win both! It was simply too much fun to pass up.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 12:41 pm
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili:Gorgana Temper:Wistful Entry Was it inspired by a story? Medusa's daughter. Rough Description of Story: Medusa was a beautiful woman who attracted the attention of Poseidon. When the jealous Athena learned of their union, she cursed Medusa, turning her into a gorgon. Disfigured, her hair turned to snakes and her hands to brass, Medusa became the monster she appeared. Eventually a hero, Perseus, would kill her, but not before she bore the child of her union with Poseidon. Cursed as her mother was cursed, Gorgana grew up isolated. She could see the twisted bitterness and anger that her mother held had twisted her, and Gorgana did not wish to be a monster. To keep her curse from turning those around her to stone, she bound her eyes, living in constant darkness. She knows she will never find love, for who could love such a monster, but still, she hopes. She wanders the coast singing haunting songs of sorrow, hoping to draw her father's attention. Perhaps he will love her. She does not allow herself to hope that he will lift the curse. Comments: At first I was going to have her be Stheno, Medusa's older and immortal sister [since Stheno has a red coloration] but Stheno is an unrepentant monster and I see her more as the tragic monster, doomed to a life of lonely isolation, never knowing love. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Abney Temper: Persistent Entry Was it inspired by a story? Abney Park's The ClockyardRough Description of Story: A young Soquili found a clockyard. He wasn't sure what it's purpose, but as he had been born without mane or tail, he thought the shiny gears and wires were quite nice and began adding them to himself, attempting to make himself presentable for the world. The longer he stayed, the more pieces he found. But no matter how hard he worked, gears kept falling off. Finally, he knew there was no point in continuing, and left. Comments: I was having a hard time coming up with anything I liked for him. But as I was listening to Abney Park, I realized how awesome and perfect that song was as a story for a soq.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 2:01 pm
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Alicessa Temper: Demented Entry Was it inspired by a story? Yes, a more twisted version of Alice in wonderland I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Twisted Hatter Temper: Crazy Entry Was it inspired by a story? Yes, a more twisted version of Alice in wonderland Rough Description of Story: The story starts the same, but it is not the same world behind that hole. Alice finds a more sick and twisted world, dark and honorably, and its main inhabitant is The twisted hatter, Tea parties are just a small part, but no happy place at that dark table and green misted land. Alice will not return home from this land, but after feeling its taint who would want to leave the darkness. Comments: I used the story for both ideas
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 3:01 pm
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Ogakor Temper: Downtrodden Entry Was it inspired by a story? Kinda! In the movie The Sword in the Stone Merlin and Mad Madam Mim fight each other by taking various forms. Rough Description of Story: Ogakor was in a similar fight, however he lost sight of his goals. He began the fight similar to Merlin with the goal of getting MIm to stop. Soon into the battle, he began to fight to destroy Mim rather than to stop hre. He transformed into a swamp with the plan to consume Mim but instead the swamp consumed him. He emerged years later his Pristine white hair would never be the same. It was longer, and full of moss and tied up in fishing nets. He wore the body of a swamp beast as a reminder of his time spent there. and he could never shake the dark swampy water from his feet and soul. Comments: Feel free to change the corpse and make it look way better/more rotty? Also, it is not meant to be skinwalkery or a part of him, but more a reminder of his choices to work towards the harm of others instead of to protect himself I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Forza Temper: Vain Entry Was it inspired by a story? Kind of based on the Beast from Beauty and the Beast and the spell that was placed on him. Rough Description of Story: Forza was cursed by an old which for the way she treated the men she came across. She broke the hearts of the strongest of men with no remorse, never allowing herself to love. It became a game to her where she was never satisfied with herself. She believed her beauty was given to her for this purpose. The curse tainted her beautiful black hair with a bleeding red streak for every heart she broke. It would grow continuously until she stopped her heart-breaking ways. Covered in a reminder of her actions she began to string her hair up in glowing pearls to try to conceal it's weight. The pearls began to fade as she continued to treat men with no remorse. Her obsession with her beauty, and her inability to control her evil began to eat away at her. Eventually, she would disappear. Comments:
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 3:09 pm
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Taikim Temper: Cheerful Entry  Was it inspired by a story? Jack-o-Lanterns, not really a story but an item Rough Description of Story: Every year Taikim tended his patch of pumpkins. It was hard work during the year to be sure the gourds grew properly, but the stallion faithfully tended his garden. His hard work was rewarded as soquili young and old came to him the days before Halloween to pick their pumpkin. He would take them to walk among the fields and pick their pumpkin. Taikim could remember his very first time as a young colt at his mother’s side. He had stared wide-eyed at the old stallion who came to greet them. “Come for you’re pumpkins?” The graveled, old, but kind, voice asked. “Yeah, but I don’t see why we have to.” He had blurted. The old stallion had turned kind eyes onto him. “Then it is important that I tell you why young one. Let us walk among the fields while you listen.” “Long ago Halloween was a fun and festival time. Not like it is today, mind you. It had good cheer and pleasant things; nothing scary. Then a group of evil soquili preformed a terrible deed. They released fierce and scary ghouls onto the land. Their spell went awry and the things they had summoned could only come out for one night. That year many horrible things happened to soquili all over the lands, and a great number went missing. Many tried to banish the spirits that had been unleashed, but to no avail. Then a foal kicking a small pumpkin along the ground gave them an idea. They would carve pumpkins into terrible faces; when the spirits saw them lit from within by a small light they would attack the pumpkins instead of soquili. Thus how Halloween became known for fright and all soquili were spared from it. Eventually the carved pumpkins came to be called Jack-o-Lanterns for deceiving spirits into thinking they were something living.” Taikim blinked. He had no idea! Quickly he had walked among the field to find his pumpkin. Taikim tilted his head as he watched a couple looking at pumpkins. In the years since he’d started growing pumpkins, he had developed a hunch. There always seemed to be that one pumpkin that was destined for each soquili who came to look. As though there was a connection between soquili and gourd. It seemed silly, but he could always tell when the ‘one’ had been found. The soquili’s face would light up perhaps recognizing an old friend. Comments: I’m sorry this is so weird, but no fairy tale stood out to me. Colorist is free to embellish and add extra edits if so inspired. The vines should at least wrap around his back legs (little bit of rump), anything else is CC. I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Serytia Temper: Forlorn Entry  Dark backgroundWas it inspired by a story? Voodoo, tragedy, and a tiny bit of ghostbusters. Rough Description of Story: As a foal Serytia had always held a fascination with the supernatural. Where did the soul go when one died? No one ever had an answer that satisfied her. Then there were the ghosts. She had an unwavering belief in ghosts. Even to the point of arguing with adults that they did exist. Serytia could see and hear them even if no one else could. Then one fall day, a strange soquili came through the herd’s territory. He was mysteriously handsome and charming. She didn’t know it at the time, but he practiced voodoo. That was the reason he was there. He had coming looking for an apprentice. Enthralled by his courtly manors, Serytia ran off with him. Time passed, and she too started practicing under his tutelage. Things were going well until one fateful night. The spirits summoned by the stallion’s ritual went rogue and attacked him. He died with his head pillowed upon the mare’s forelegs, but not before he whispered three small words. “Come find me.” Consumed with grief, Serytia stayed with his body for weeks. The moment of his death replaying in her mind over and over Then something snapped within her. She took his last words as an order. Hers was the power to see and hear ghosts. She was determined to find him and be reunited. Feverishly, the mare made preparations. First, a doll for his spirit to inhabit when she found it. Second, a small bone from his body to help draw his spirit to her. She always carries the soq doll with her, and the precious bone in a vial around her neck. Serytia continues to look for him. She can not stop. Comments: Not sure which one is weirder. o.o She has long curly hair with bones in it. There does not need to be a lot of bones. The vial on her necklace holds a small bone floating in water. Her anklet has bells on it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 3:56 pm
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Hazardous Contaminant Temper: Seclusive Entry His tail should have a little red fluff at the end of the bandaged bit but I totally forgot that -derp- The nuclear-symbol is supposed to look pretty like the rest of his markings. xD;; The smog is supposed to be coming out the vent in his shoulder. Was it inspired by a story? Ahh, no. 8D; Well, the one I wrote, yes. Rough Description of Story: A long time ago, (all stories start that way; all the stories that used to be true but they were too painful to be true so people covered them up in lace and laughter and long ago's, and then maybe people could tell them without crying) there was an angeni. He was pure, beautiful, and a little bit of a snob. He knew he was beautiful, knew he was amazing. And he flaunted it. He wasn't unkind - he would help anyone, everyone, but he knew they should be thankful. And not everybody liked that. People began to get discontent. And dicontentment breeds darkness. And through the slightest crack came the biggest demon. The land began to wither. To warp. The soquili began to perish. And the proud angeni, the vain angeni spent his life to save them. Because in the end his heart was strong and he would give everything to protect his people. He did. His wings, his coat, his life, his memories. Afterwards they tried to save him. Cobbled together what they could. And they were sorry, so sorry they'd praise him they would but he had to come back they had to say sorry they had to give him back what he'd lost- But he was gone. And so they lived in sorrow. Sorrow breeds a darkness of it's own. And so the second demon came. Offered them him back for the cost of just a little of their lives, a cough here and there. They agreed. When he returned he was marked as a skeleton. He cried tears of opalascent beauty. The people rejoiced. And he said to them words that shamed them and hurt them. In the middle of the night one struck him down. Red blood against the white bone of his skull. They brought him back, just a little more pollution, a little. His mane was red. This cycle repeated itself hundreds upon hundreds of times. The land was pulsing with evil. The angeni was little more than a pile of bones when he lay down his head and looked at the demon. "Let us play a game." "What do you have that I would want? You are little more than bones and skin and curse." "I wager my soul." "Against what?" "You will free this land and these people from your influence." The demon chuckled and cackled and told him he could not. He could only transfer the curse, now it had begun. And so the Angeni told him that he would bear the curse, take it all. And the demon agreed. But demons don't play fair. And when he won he lost his soul, because he was part of the curse, now. And all that was left was an empty shell of everyone that lived there. A poisonous horse in the middle of golden fields. And as he awoke he turned his head to the sky, where white feathers floated, and wondered why there were tears on his cheek. Comments: I had way too much fun with this. I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: ???? Temper: Desperate Entry Was it inspired by a story? Not particularly. Rough Description of Story: She was as swift as the fleetest arrow, a legend upon the messenger ranks. She flew like an eagle across the land, carrying messages to and from the most important places. The red feather in her cap was her symbol of pride, straight and smooth, the white flag she carried pristine and without fault. She was not just a messenger. She was THE messenger. And this message was the most important she had ever delivered. Her people had been at war for generations. And now, finally, the message – her message was going to finally bring peace. She ran across the plains with joy in her heart, and as she saw an eagle up above she opened her mouth to share it – Fate is fickle. Listen to any story and fate is fickle. Just when everything is going right, she likes to look in. Like to pluck the threads just a little, adjust the weave, turn things sour (or sweet). She reared up, bellowing joyously. The letter slipped from her pouch, caught by an errant gust of wind and tossed higher and higher in the air. She looked upon it with horror, and began to run. She couldn’t deliver the message without the letter, without the plant contained within - that grew only within the elders grove, the proof of the message! Her hooves grew white hot as she raced across the land, and the wings upon her feet gained the heat. Her adventures were many. Bandits, pirates, humans who tried to noose her – but she did not give up. And she saved the letter. But her feather was broken in her cap, hung loose. Her white coat was stained. And her white flag was bloodstained from her adventures And she reached the field only to find that nobody would listen to her. You’re not a messenger, they said. And who are you talking about? Nobody has lived here for generations? But the war, she said, struggling to speak through her wired-up mouth. What war? And…who are you? Why do you look so strange? Well, I was changed, she replied. I had to find the message. To stop the war. But what’s your name? I’m – ….The messenger paused. What was her name? I am the ender of the war. There is no war. She shook her head. No. I have to stop it. I have to! This must be the wrong place, that’s all! And so she wanders the lands, looking and looking to stop the war, without a name ,without a friend without anything except her purpose. Comments: Rushed the story a little at the end. :c
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 5:37 pm
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Iblis Temper: Repentful Entry Was it inspired by a story? Admittedly, no - All the stories I know have been done! xd Rough Description of Story: Once upon a time, there was a wealthy merchant. Greed filled his heart, and he strove only for more wealth. He stopped to think not of others, or who he walked over, only so long as he could gain his riches. One day, a traveling merchant - For the first merchant was stationary to better allow him to collect wealth - passed by his little shop. The first merchant, curious about what wares the traveler had, stopped him to barter. Nothing initially came to his attention as worth buying, for nothing looked like it would fetch him vast wealth when resold. But then the first merchant spied something hanging among the traveling merchant's personal bags. He pointed to the object, "How about that?" The second merchant gave a wave of his hand. "No, that is nothing, you don't want THAT." The first merchant was now convinced it was something worth a lot, and wanted it. "I will pay you ANYTHING for it!" The second merchant again shook his head. "Believe me, it is nothing you want." "But I do!" The second merchant gave an exasperated sigh, before simply continuing on. "Our business is done, my friend." The first merchant was determined, though, and followed the other at a distance. When he learned which inn the other merchant was staying at for the night, he went home to prepare... With the stealth of night, he snuck into the inn, finding the other merchant's room. He considered just stealing the strange object, wrapped in cloth, but then he realized... The traveling merchant would know who took it! So removing a knife from his belt, he quietly killed the other merchant, taking nothing and leaving only with the knife and the wrapped object, back to his shop. When he arrived home, he gleefully unwrapped the object, and found... A skull. Just a skull. It was an odd skull, for sure, with the teeth of a predator and the horns of a cow, but it was smaller than even his own head. Truly, the other had been right. With a sigh, the merchant set the skull on a shelf, going to bed. He awoke the next morning, and stumbled as he rose from bed. Something was wrong... As he took a couple shaky steps, crawling, he heard a heavy thudding. He looked down to discover himself a horse! He found a mirror and stared into it, horrified, before hurrying down to his shop and the shelf the skull was on. The eyes in the skull were glowing, ominous, before an angry demon came forth from it. "You were not given this skull." The merchant-turned-horse hung his head. "I... I was not..." "Then you will spend the rest of your days like that, until you die and somebody picks up the skull." The merchant-turned-horse bowed his head further. "I understand." From then on, he wore the skull, reminding himself... And never to let another have it. He still has a touch of greed, though, and collects bling here and there. Comments: I admit it, I made the story up on the fly xd ; Also... In hindsight, that skull should have glowy red gem-eyes
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