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 Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 6:14 am
Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 7:49 pm
Obeah always felt more at home in the swamp than anywhere else. Even if it wasn’t “his” swamp it made him feel like comfortable. Something about the feel of the soft, supple, teaming ground under his hooves. The way the mud cooled on his skin in the blistering heat. The deafening symphony of frogs and insects. It all reminded him of his Kingdom – of his home.
Home, of course, was rapidly becoming a distant memory. It was over a year since he left his kingdom on this quest, and his long journey was wearing heavily on his semblance of a heart. He had a very distinct mission – find a suitable mare, have foals, and bring them back to his sister as the most important gift he could give to her. They would be the first seeds in what would one day be a thriving, powerful, unstoppable kingdom that would spread over all the Kiwani land.
He was a realist. He knew it would take lifetimes to be so grand. That is why starting his progeny with a truly perfect mare was so important!! He stomped his foot in the soft earth with a grunt of frustration. Why was this taking so long? What he doing something wrong? Was she not as a fertile and virile as he judged her to be?!
He had been so careful in the selection is his mate. She had to be perfect. Strong. Interesting. Different. Special. Mittrei was all these and more. Befriending her had been no easy task. He wasn’t a Soquili that was easy on the eyes…but he liked it that way. It was like a litmus test. He didn’t want some silly flighty mare who was scared of him. But she… she seemed so perfect. She had hypnotizing eyes and a strong but slight build and she even had wings...glorious wings like that of the moths that lived in his kingdom. He felt as though the Gods must have blessed Obeah for finding someone like her. But why wasn’t it working.
He felt a cold hand suddenly grip his heart and he was frozen in fear for a moment. What if it was him?
No. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t be. That was a reality he wasn’t willing to accept. If it was he who was so … infertile. Impotent. Useless. Wasted. He couldn’t handle it. He would be so shamed, he could never go home. Never seen his Queen again. No, if that horrible idea was indeed the truth he would simply wander the lands for the rest of his days, drowning in his sorrow. In his failure.
He sunk down in a shallow bit of mud under an ancient willow tree. Nightfall was coming, and the dazzling array of fireflies began to start. A beautiful, haunting, wondrous display it was…the ephemeral globes of starlight bobbing in and out of few over the land. Their little bobs of light seemed to sooth Obeah’s soul as he watched them. How silly he was being. It simply wasn’t possible for the problem to be him. The Gods wouldn’t allow it. Perhaps he had made a mistake with Mittrei… but no. The fireflies seemed to be telling him otherwise. They were whispering to him with their dance. The Gods were testing his resolved. His dedication. Yes, that was it of course. Perhaps the souls of his future children were simply not ready. He could not rush fate. It would happen.
Soon.
Soon he would have his children. Soon he would be returning to his Kingdom. To his Queen. His world. She will be so proud of him. He closed his eyes and imagined it. How she would look, how she would act. How grateful she would be. How impressed. How honored.
It would be glorious. Obeah knew this. He was as certain about this as he was his very existence.
He continued to watch the fireflies for a while. Though his mind was appeased his heart still ached within his chest. He wondered if his Queen was watching the fireflies where she was. Maybe, if she was, he could imagine they were watching them together.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 6:17 am
Posted: Tue Dec 07, 2010 7:14 pm
"Are you.... sure?""I swear," said the strange creature in front of him. "Look, I've been watching it for three days. No one's come to claim it. I don't want to stick around here much longer."Xandir looked skeptically at the fuzzy beast. "How do I know it's not yours you're trying to get rid of?"vonCoren snorted. "Look, it ain't. But so what if it was? Like I told ya, I don't like staying in one place too long... there are harpies all over the place... so I'm leaving it here. Take or not... I don't care anymore. LIke the harpies eat it."Xandir frowned. "You're bluffling." The winged creature gave a gruff laugh. "Watch me."
And with that...he walked off.
Xandir stood there for a better part of an hour...shuffling around. A few other Soquili wandered by, looking strangly at the stallion hovering around a dusty basket on the side of a well-used game trail. Part of him hoped someone else would come along and take responsibility. Part of him...didn't.
When nightfall came, he left the basket alone. He kept it in sight... but hid in the underbrush to see if the weird bunny creature would come back and claim it. However, as the moon grew high and small into the sky, Xandir finally convinced himself no one was coming for it. It wouldn't be the first time (or last) a disressed mare not ready for motherhood had left a basket to way-side, trusting in the kindness of strangers.
Xandir slowly approached the basket, tilting his head. He pulled it up by the little strings and flaires his wings, making double sure the basket was secure and closed before taking flight. Maybe... just maybe this was fate.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 6:20 am
Posted: Wed Dec 08, 2010 8:12 pm RP between Xandir, Sequoyah, Amitorlin, and Flidais (basket)  Xandir landed in the soft ground at the base of the impressive mountains. The winter wind had completely numbed his nose, and his neck strained from the heavy basket he held awkwardly in his mouth. He found a rocky patch of ground to set the basket down on and shook out the snow flurries from his wings and mane. After a moment of rest, he picked up the basket again and trotted off towards the thick thicket of trees his herd called their home. He was nervous already about what Sequoyah might say about the new addition – after all, it was the middle of winter and everyone was growing tired of pine needles as a staple food – but as he entered the thicket and saw the kirin Amitorlin across the river on their side, he bristled a bit. Sequoyah was next to her, and his ears perked as he saw Xandir approach. He nodded for Amitorlin to stay put as he trotted up to meet his lovemate. Xandir hastily set the basket down, “What’s she doing here?” Sequoyah’s eyes widened at the basket, distracted from Xandir’s question. “Huh?” “You heard me.” Sequoyah sighed. “We’ll get to that in a moment. What’s this? Xandir followed his gaze down the basket nestled in the short brown winter grass. “I found it…well, no. Someone abandoned it over near the apple grove.” Sequoyah looked a bit skeptical. “Are you sure no one’s going to be looking for it?” “Totally sure! I was there all afternoon… no one came for it. And no one else claimed it. It would freeze out there.” Sequoyah gave a small frown. “It’s the middle of winter, the last thing most want right now is another mouth to feed.” “Sequoyah…I’m disappointed in you – “ The silver stallion quickly shook his head. “No, I’m not saying take it back. Of course we won’t turn it away. We’re not that kind of heard.” Xandir smiled and puffed up a bit.  Sequoyah sniffed at the basket, and placed his muzzle against the woven strands. It was thankfully warm; smelled early and not like death. As he inspected it, Xandir slid up behind him. “You know… I’ve been thinking. Sure, we’ve raised baskets before as a herd, ya know, like the twins and all. But I was thinking this could be more like… our basket.” Sequoyah looked up from his inspection, his brows furrowing. “Like Dahlia,” the spotted stallion continued. “I know you’ve been feeling a bit of the empty nest recently…” “I thought we talked about this,” Sequoyah snapped, standing at attention now between Xandir and the basket. “Yes and you said you …” Sequoyah didn’t let him finish, “I said I wanted a basket of my own blood! My creation, Xandir. I need it…” “But WHY,” Xandir pleaded. “Why can’t I be enough? Me and Dahlia, and the twins, and this one…?” The older stallion shook out his mane and gave a frustrated snort. “I… I can’t explain it. I just feel like it’s something I need to do. I am going to do it.” Xandir looked crushed, causing Sequoyah to soften his expression a bit. “Look,” he continued, “I’m not saying it’s going to be tomorrow or next spring or five summers from now… I just don’t know. But I’m going to do it. And… I think Amitorlin is a fine mare…” The pinkish stallion stomped his front hooves and rolled his eyes dramatically. “Stop that,” Sequoyah said sternly. “Look, this is my herd and this is my ultimate decision. I’ve invited her to stay, and nothing’s going to change that. You’re going to have to learn to respect that – I treat her like you would any other in this family.” Xandir struggled to maintain his composure, standing firmly and holding it ground even though he felt the sting of tears spring to his eyes. “Nice to know how much my opinion means to you,” he snapped. He stormed over to his basket and plucked it back up from its resting point, causing Sequoyah to cringe alittle as it swung dramatically from Xandir’s mouth. “I can’t be arounmth her ight now” he mumbled around his load and unfurled his wings. Sequoyah sighed heavily as he flew off, his ears dropping in defeat. He joined after a few minutes by the quiet kirin mare, bumping him softly on the shoulder inquisitively.  “He’ll come around,” Sequoyah said after a moment, finally breaking his gaze from the rapidly fading figure on the horizon. “He’s just not used to change.” Amitorlin nodded. “You really care about him, don’t you?” The stallion smiled. “Of course I do. I’ll make sure he doesn’t stay gone long, no matter what.” “I can leave…” she said in her tiny, musical voice. “No…” he said quickly, shaking his head. “No, Xandir will understand one day. We just shouldn’t rush things.” “Of course,” she said, lowering her head a bit. “I just don’t want to come between you to.” He shook his head again. “They will be much his children as yours and mine,” he said, forcing a smile and giving her face a platonic muzzle. He paused for a moment, the insecurities creeping back into his mind. “You’re… positive about this arrangement? I mean, I really can’t stress enough – I don’t want you feel pressured…” It was her turn to shake her head. “No. I’ve always wanted children… I’ve just wanted to do it right. I mean… this might be a bit, hmmm….” She searched for a delicate way to put it, “unconventional. But I can’t think of a better situation. A whole herd to raise them… loving parents – three of them, even.” “Well, let’s hope so….” Sequoyah said as he started out into the night. He fluffed his feathers and shivered. “It’s getting cold, I’m going to go after him.” Amitorlin smiled and gave him a supporting nod as he raced off into the night.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 6:23 am
Posted: Sun Dec 19, 2010 6:19 pm  Two figures walked along in the darkness of the cold winter night. The chilled sky was clear and endless, the moon shining bright, illuminating the forests below in a icey blue light. A million stars twinkled in the thick velvet sky as they made their way to a ledge to stand together and enjoy the beautiful scene. The ledge looked over a mountain valley; a creek cutting through the darkened grassy plain looking like liquid silver in the moonlight.
The first figure was larger than the first, a heavy framed stallion with a coat of brilliant colors- muted now by the cover of darkness. This fur was thick and full and his hair short and soft. Next to him a slighter mare leaned against him for warmth, her purple coat much more effective as camouflage in the dim light; at least when her eyes were closed. Open, they were as bright as the full moon itself and just as haunting and silvery.
The stallion, Glacier, smiled down at his dear friend next to him. “I want to tell you a story,” he said, looking back over the valley. “Oh?” Laikaylah’s voice of soft, low, and enchanting. Glacier smiled a somewhat small smile and nodded, giving her a sideways glance. “Once upon a time,” his purry voice started, “There was a little kitten of a foal who grew up in a very hard place. He didn’t know much of thick, lush grasses, or supple, watery leaves. He’s never tasted the sweet crunch of a clover bloom, or tasted the delicate taste of red strawberries in summer. He grew up in a world of bristle evergreen needles and rocky outcroppings. Brown, brittle grasses and small, sour apples. But when that’s all you know… it’s home.”Laikaylah listened obediently, her tail waving back and forth as she listened.
“It was hard to leave everything you ever knew, but the little foal, who was rapidly becoming a stallion, felt like there were better places out there. With a song in his heart and the expectations of a miserable little child, he left and wandered the southern lands for season after season. But he found wasn’t the land of milk and honey that he expected. Sure, the grass was green and the summers were warmer, but he soon found himself so bitter and lonely. He couldn’t find his home anyway. There weren’t any others like him…all strangers.
“But one day… out of the clear blue night, he saw the most beautiful thing.”Laikaylah gave a coy smile, having an idea of where this might be going. “A flash of color… the dash of hope. Then there she was: a vision of the Southern Lands. Looking like something straight out of my home herd: bright, beautiful… but small, sleek, and slender. Not like the lumpy Soquili from my home,” he mused with a giggle. Laikaylah gave him a playful shove with her shoulder, but didn’t dare interrupt his story.“Anyway,” he said, still trying to stile a smile, “Lucky for me… she was just as lost as I was. But every since we’ve been travelling together, I no longer feel like such a drifted.” His attention now focused on Laikaylah’s face. “It’s so different. Suddenly this land is everything I’ve wanted it to be. It’s… perfect. The grass is sweet, the fruit is ripe, and the leaves of soft. The sun is always warm on my face and the breeze is always running through my fur like a caress from the Great Mother herself.”“You have a knack of grandiosity,” Laikaylah teased, batting her silver eyes at him.Glacier shook his head. “No, I don’t. I have a way of saying things exactly how they are. And Laikaylah… I want you to know I’m very serious when I say that I feel like this really is my home now.”“Glacier…” She didn’t know what to see. Ever since they started travelling together she had felt a very close connection with this stranger from the North. He was gentle and kind and chivalrous… “I feel the same way. I’m tired of travelling so much… it would be nice, you know, to stay here a while.”“Exactly!” he interjected, his face lighting up, delighted she felt the same way. “Laikaylah… will you be my mate?”Now that was something she wasn’t expecting. “Are you serious?” she asked. She looked shocked, but not disgusted at least.“Of course I am,” the stallion said, punctuating his seriousness with a stamp of his hoof. “Never more serious in my life. I want you to be my mate – and I want you to answer truthfully. If you’re not ready, well, I’ll understand. And I’ll spend every minute – ever - trying to convince you I’d be the perfect one for you, Laikaylah.”
“Oh Glacier… of course I will!” she chimed, surprising herself as much as Glacier with her quick decision.
“Mean it? You HAVE to mean it, my love,” he twittered, so excited he could barely contain himself. “You and me… together forever?”“I mean it. I promise…” she cooed, burying her face in his soft silky fur. “Forever and ever.”
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 6:42 am
Posted: Tue Nov 29, 2011 6:52 pm Sabin Duvert First Midnight
RP with Bloodmoon & Little Red     
Bloodmoon had been feeling particularly prideful these past few weeks. The cerynei filly he had initially been stalking as prey had turned into a very different sort of quarry. Something about her drew him to her - it was intoxicating and he couldn't get enough of her. Her scent, her naivete. It both made him feel more soquili again for the first time since he could remember... as well as kept the lupine hunter alive within him. It was a perfect balance.
Little Red had grown heavy with foals not too long after their union - and was utterly confused as to what was happening to her - why she was growing so fat, and not believing Bloodmoon when he explained that he had "wolf pups" in her stomach. That was silly, she thought - how would they have gotten there? Cerynei didn't eat wolves - usually it was the other way around.
But time passed, and she grew heavier, and eventually, Bloodmoon snuck close to the village to steal baskets to keep his offspring safe and protected.
After the young foals were born, pale and featureless into their baskets, all seemed to be Normal at first. They slowly took on the colors and markings of the foals, and all seemed fair.
Then one night twisted creatures were discovered, crawling weakly onto the baskets for warmth, their mouths twisted into permenant twisted smirks, their breath raspy and labored, small, tattered wings useless for flight, instead making a rustling noise whenever they moved.
They proved to be difficult to move without harming the baskets, and in their labored hissing breaths they whispered raspy secrets to those who would listen, fortunes of the children they guarded.Bloodmoon snorted suspiciously at the creatures that latched themselves onto the baskets that guarded his offspring, unable to dislodge them... though they did not seem to be bringing harm to them... Still, as he listened closely, he could make out words....?
Come daybreak, each and every one of the creeping creatures collapsed, becoming little more that leaf litter, having never been living creatures to begin with and blew away without a trace, the Spirits of the Twisted tunnel no longer needing the creatures to guard the baskets as they worked their mischief.
The first creature wheezed as it cackled, glowing eyes empty and hallow, "..Lisssten.. hssk... Lisssten now. The woodsssman comesss... Woodsssman fallss..." it shuddered as if in pain and repeated itself, cackling softly as it did.
The center one hissed sharply, rustling its wings as its claws flexed, its voice raw and dry compared to the other, "Paint the pelt, paint the bones." It swatted at the wolf-like stallion, hissing and speaking in a grating, alien language, the stallion having moved too close for comfort. It seemed disinterested in sharing any more after that
"Hssk. Hold yourself high.." The third one chuckled softly, its empty eyes blank as it looked into the distance, "Bury it deep....."
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 6:46 am
Posted: Wed Nov 30, 2011 7:49 am soquili-arrivals Mindsend signing in!
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After the young foals were born, pale and featureless into their baskets, all seemed to be Normal at first. They slowly took on the colors and markings of the foals, and all seemed fair. Then one night twisted creatures were discovered, crawling weakly onto the baskets for warmth, their mouths twisted into permenant twisted smirks, their breath raspy and labored, small, tattered wings useless for flight, instead making a rustling noise whenever they moved. They proved to be difficult to move without harming the baskets, and in their labored hissing breaths they whispered raspy secrets to those who would listen, fortunes of the children they guarded. Come daybreak, each and every one of the creeping creatures collapsed, becoming little more that leaf litter, having never been living creatures to begin with and blew away without a trace, the Spirits of the Twisted tunnel no longer needing the creatures to guard the baskets as they worked their mischief. Io x Diogenes   http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a354/soquilipets/Mind/Growth/october2011/uncerts/iodio1_bskt.pnghttp://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a354/soquilipets/Mind/Growth/october2011/uncerts/iodio2_bskt.pnghttp://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a354/soquilipets/Mind/Growth/october2011/uncerts/iodio3_bskt.png The creature being nosed at hissed loudly, but didnt budge, seeming to be almost fuzed to the first basket, murmering and moaning about bloody bones and rattling claws. The figure on the pale white basket shrieked, "creature of night, bear your teeth." hissing it as it echoed piece parts, murmuring absently, as if the hollow creature lost in the past. "A plague, a plague, heal them" The remaining creature was hardly audible through its wheezy breaths.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 6:48 am
Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 6:40 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 6:49 am
PostPosted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 8:42 am odet amo 
XoxO heart heart heart xOXo
Someone is sending you some Valentine Love!
Keep an eye on this little package because come the 14th something sweet will pop out.
Don't forget to stop by my thread once it opens to name your little one.
xOXo heart heart heart XoxO
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 6:59 am
Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2012 9:44 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 7:28 am
Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 8:23 am Solo RP Catalysm tucked her hooves under her, settling in on the edge of a cliff that overlooked her herd's territory. Spring was in full bloom now: the forests and valley's below where alive with the new green of fresh grass and bright splashes of wildflower colors. Stromwild was pregnant again: how did she feel about this? Obviously, ore siblings was something to be excited about! But there was a twinge of jealousy from the mare. She hated how she felt so lonely most of the time. She longed for the days where her and her sister, Maelstrom, were inseparable. Even now, after her disappointing mate had moved on, she seemed unreachable. She had had a small inking of hope that maybe...well just maybe things would have gone back to normal!
Maelstrom seemed so distant and Cataclysm was not the best at trying to comfort. Cataclysm had a hard time differentiating between strength and stoic: weakness and emotional availability. Maybe she should just invite her on a long fly: leave Stormwild and Balrog to bond while she grew fat with babies. Cataclysm has the suspicion seeing their mother so round and joyous might send Maelstrom into melancholy. Surely, there were plenty of other Thunderbird members to protect the herd...
... but she couldn't shake the memory of what had happened last time her mother had foals. Though she had completely trust in the ability of her herdmembers, maybe sticking around would send a better message. One of support of solidarity. So maybe after that... yes. Yes! Cataclysm made a promise to herself then and there: after the new babies came she would rekindle her relationship with her sister at any cost. She wanted her best friend back, and she wouldn't stop until things were back to where they used to be.
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Posted: Tue Oct 09, 2012 5:49 pm
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