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A True Friend

Who is Wishing?:
Tell the wishing star a little about yourself: I am a wishful mare who seems to have lost her smile. I find myself alone in the wold and feel like a feather that tumbles by, but no one catches me and saves me. I like to talk a lot, and enjoy playing. Most of all, I have a hopeful heart. I hope one day I will not be so alone. I always end up alone. My parents died when I was little, and my brother has been gone for a very long time. I also lost my best friend... She died some time back, so I have no one to tell secrets to any more.
10 Things I Like:
Long hair
Light colorful markings
Bold flowing patterns
Flowers
Celtic
All kinds of nature
Wings
Horns
Jewerly
braids
10 Things I Don’t Like:
Short hair
Mismatched colors
Red
Snakes
Unfeathered hooves
Glasses
Water
Windy hair
Hats
Weapons
What does your persona or your soquili leave as an offering for the wishing star? Armelle had heard of the wishing star. though she never thought she would need to make a wish. She waited because to her the wishes should be spared for those truly in need. Though as she stood out there that night under the stars, she felt that she too was in need. Those ears fell back along her head as she held tight to a single hairpiece. The alter looked so lonely out there under the stars, and it made her sad.

Slowly she would approach the alter, laying the Sakura hairpiece down on the cool stone before she looked up at the stars."I hope you are listening, for I have a wish to ask of you. It might be small, but to me it is big. The air is so cold, and I am but a feather in the wind. Alone, separated from its base, and forced to twist and bend in the unshaped world." That voice was soft, quiet, choked almost as she tried hard to fight how she felt inside.

Head dropped, her eyes fell closed. The young mare took time to gather herself before again those eyes fluttered open with tears upon the lashes. "I wish upon the stars, a wish dear to my heart. I would like a friend, someone to catch me from the wind and give me hope, to cherish me, to listen to all my secrets. Someone I can laugh with, to fill the darkness with hope. I had it once, so long ago, and fate took her from me. Now, I am not sure I can go on without someone there." She would go silent, feeling bad to bring such a silly thing to the stars but it was all she could hope for, just a friend.

"Take this clip, it means a lot to me. I know she would smile knowing that I am giving this a try, after all, she told me to wish upon the stars all so long ago when my parents dies, but I had her, and my brother then." She swallowed, the eyes fell closed and a tear rolled from the lashes along her cheek falling to the alter. That clip was a gift from her friend before her death, and now, it was her gift to the star. She would turn and walk away into the night, her eyes once more glancing at the stars, in hope, and with a wishful heart.

A True Friend

Who is Wishing?:
Tell the wishing star a little about yourself: I'm a free spirit that enjoys lively conversations and helping those that need helping. I enjoy being around others who are kind and caring rather than those who are prideful and evil.
10 Things I Like:
- Celtic tribal knots/ tribal markings
- Scottish inspired items; ie tea, bagpipes, etc.
- tartans
- plaid
- rainbows
- Braids
- natural colouring
- Hippogryph lines
- St. Partick's Day!
- clovers
10 Things I Don’t Like:
- short / bald hair
- pukey colours
- neon colours
- blood
- gore
- blue
- unnatural pelt colouring
- usdia lines
- Kelpi lines
- Flowers

What does your persona or your soquili leave as an offering for the wishing star? Andarta walks up to the alter with a deep breath and closes her eyes. She makes a wish with her whole heart in hopes that someone might here her desire. Leaning down she places a piece of her hair and her plaid scarf. She paused and continued to look downward at the things she left. Then with a soft accented voice she sings out a soft irish poem her mother used to say for good luck.
"Wishing you a rainbow
For sunlight after showers -
Miles and miles of Irish smiles
For golden happy hours -
Shamrocks at your doorway
For luck and laughter too,
And a host of friends that never ends
Each day your whole life through "

My Long Lost Family Member
Soquili in search of a relative:
Relation (mother, father, brother, sister, etc): Brother
Race (first choice): Hippogryph
Race (2nd choice, must be mini, common or uncommon): Cerynei
What does your soquili leave as an offering for the wishing star? Two fluffy feathers, one a creamy white and the other a pale blue, are left along with a lock clipped from a snowy mane - all from her three children when they were foals. Atop this is the shed skin of one of her talons and a withering rose that seems likely to fall apart at the slightest touch.
Short IC Response: What does you soquili ask/tell the wishing star when he or she comes to ask to find their relative?
Of all the places Lilith could have found herself tonight, seeking out a wishing star was not one of them. It was such a foolish endeavor, something meant for foals who didn't know any better and the truly desperate. And what did that make her, if she was neither? Her desires were simple - to live another day, to bother Zelcion even more... But the curse of having children seemed to be that she now had family on her mind, and it didn't seem willing to leave. How annoying.

Perhaps that was why she was bothering with this, taking a morbid offering and trying her best to ignore the fragile spark of hope that had ignited in her chest. It had been a very long time since she'd seen her family - long enough that she hardly remembered their faces. But when they were all so insufferably content with their lives, unable to see beyond their own noses... Well, she'd had good reason to leave when she had, but perhaps she had acted a bit rashly. And while she certainly held no desire to see her parents again... There was her brother.

The poor, sweet dolt.

He'd always been the happiest thing, seemingly unburdened by the curse of her family's appearance. Even the most vivacious among them still carried the look of death, ghastly appearances that often mimicked grievous injuries and other terrible ways to die. A slit throat, spidery veins that mimicked the patterns that appeared when struck by lightning... She vaguely remembered a more distant relative - an uncle of some kind - who'd looked as thought death itself had already claimed him. (He'd been her favorite, of course.)

But her brother would undoubtedly be disgustingly overjoyed to find he had nephews and a niece. He'd prance around them and whisper promises of spoilings to be given and bat his pretty eyelashes just like he did when he'd done something particularly naughty he was trying to get away with. And then he'd vanish and reappear weeks later, laughing over having forgotten something so important yet somehow making up for his absence well enough that it was hardly noticed. Really, it was a wonder she wanted to see him at all.

In the end, glowering down at her offering and digging her claws into the ground, she left the wishing star with simple words that did little justice to her desire to see her brother. She certainly didn't want anyone thinking she missed him, or anything so terribly foolish.

"Find my brother, or don't. I doubt it really matters either way."

My Long Lost Family Member
Soquili in search of a relative:
Relation (mother, father, brother, sister, etc): Sister
Race (first choice): Unicorn (draft)
Race (2nd choice, must be mini, common or uncommon): Regular (draft)
What does your soquili leave as an offering for the wishing star? A cream-colored rose, like the one he gave his sister the last time he saw her.
Short IC Response:
Finally, a moment of rest. The bulky draft raised his head to the sky, watching the twinkling stars above. He had been running his whole adulthood, to get as far away from the soquili concentration camp in which he was born. His eyes focused on a large, bright star he had never seen before. It made him feel relaxed and his thoughts slipped back, bringing up memories of a young filly he had helped back in the bad days.

Carlisle's mother was a breeding mare, he knew he had plenty of half-siblings out there but one always stood out. A younger sister who he had become attached to and vowed to protect. The urge to protect her became even stronger after Carlisle's first attempt at escape, in which he had knocked over a flaming torch and burned up a large section of the humans crop. The little filly was only young then, barely weaned from their mother - but as a result of his actions and as punishment, their mother was murdered in front of his eyes. It was an attempt to break his spirit. He was also badly wiped and scarred, mostly along his face.

Carlisle calmed down, for his sister. He had to stop attempting to break out and focus on keeping her alive. He was a full grown male, but her a growing child. She would need any extra nutrition and often he would give her either part or even all of his daily ration of wet, moldy hay or oats. He would help her get extra water by digging small holes in the dirt and using his weight to bring in a small mouthful of fluid.

Still, even with the extras, the filly still grew thin and weak. Her height continued to grow upward but she was not filling out like the draft she was. The young mare collapsed one evening, the moment she fell the humans started coming for her. There was no use for weak or lame horses in this camp and were dragged off for the wolves or killed on the spot. Thankfully the workday had finished and Carlisle was there by her side when it happened. The fire in his spirit jump-started again and no human was going to get near her. The draft kicked readily at the humans who tried to approach, ears pinned to his head and snorting angrily. One human attempted to get a rope around his head but his arm got to close to the large male's mouth. A scream of agony and a bloody scene ensued as Carlisle took a chunk of flesh. The filly finally found herself and forced herself to raise up. The humans finally backed off, vowing they would be back for her when the crazy male was not with her.

Softly the male ran his muzzle over the thin back and ribs of his sister. This could not have happened at a better or worse time. Over the last few days he had heard rumors of a smaller male who was going to make his escape. Carlisle had thought deeply about sending his sister with the male. He was to big to go and would be easily spotted. The male and his sister, who was still growing, were big enough to sneak away without being seen through a broken board on the very far side of the fence. With that, Carlisle had made up his mind. It was either she stay here and be killed or at least have a chance to regain her life.

In the late of night, Carlisle gently nudged her awake and led her to the spot where the fence was broken. A gentle kick moved the board a bit more so the two horses could pass. She didn't want to go, but knew it was for the best. Carlisle attached a cream-colored rose with a small golden golden chain to her mane. He had found it in the field, dropped by some careless child. It was then he said goodbye and watched the two quietly slip out. It was not over yet though. A glowing red light flashed behind him, followed by humans shouting loudly. They had seen the escape. Carlisle bellowed out a warning as a bell rang and soon the hillside was dotted with lit torches chasing down the two.

Carlisle was brought back to the present and shook his head to rid his eyes of tears. He had heard screams and then silence. The torches had disappeared into the treeline and from then nothing. Nearby Carlisle made a small white flower and walked toward it. A bush with a few blossoms, that turned out to be cream colored roses. One much like the one he gave his sister that night. The not knowing made his heart ache. What had happened to his sister? Was she alive, well? Was she murdered that night by the humans? Answers to questions he would probably never know. Answers that would forever leave a hole in his heart. Carlisle picked the best looking rose and left it on a flat gray rock, looking at the stars one more time. 'I wish.....' he thought before hanging his head and walking away from the site.

An Extra Gift
Parent 1:

Uncert
Parent 2:

Uncert, Nekkid
Link to Breeding Permission: Here
Lifemates: Yes!
What does your soquili leave as an offering for the wishing star? The small golden bell from his 'anklet' A memento of his mother and the Amachi ancestry within his blood; and a lock of his mate's beautiful purple/white hair..braided together into a circle.
Short IC Response: He'd been waiting, patiently watching until his beloved drifted off to sleep. As her breathing evened out the stallion silently stood on his four mismatched feet..only pausing long enough to nuzzle her beautiful face..and whisper a faint ' I love you ' into her slumbering ear. It felt wrong to leave her but, his bird familiar Rain's Song sat nestled in the mare's mane..chirping softly to let him know she was on the look out. He'd go as swiftly as possible..gathering the small token from Astraea..the stallion set out into the dark forest, making a journey to the herds simple shrine. A shrine he had often left small offerings at but, tonight's offering meant so much more..his heart ached as his eyes flicked up to the shimmering stars above. Leaning down Mikasi removed the precious bell, a final reminder of his mother..of his life left behind in the flock..and settled it within the ring of his mates braided hair. "Oh star..once not so long ago..you unknowingly gifted my beloved and I with two precious gifts in the sand. In an instant we knew they were ours..they have grown..they have taught us what it is to be parents. To love a child with all of your heart..they taught me how hard it is to let go of someone you love more than life itself." Pausing Mikasi bent his head, a clawed talon gently running over the locks of purple and white hair..he could still remember that fateful day when they had fallen asleep together on the beach. The day they became a family because of a star like this one. Finding his voice once more he fought down the emotions that made his heart race " Please star..if it's not too much. Would you gift us with another child? My mate..you might remember her..because once upon a time she was a gift to her fathers from you. Take these tokens..please..I know it would make my most treasured mates heart sing if we are once more blessed with the pitter patter of tiny hooves." Smiling quietly Mikasi spent a few long moments, head bowed in respect..eyes closed in prayer..before giving one last wistful look up at the star..and turning to return back to his soul mate..finding her had meant leaving the flock. It had meant giving up & breaking ties with family members he loved but..for him..the heartache and pain was worth it. To have found Astraea..that in and of itself was a miracle from the heavens.

My Long Lost Family Member
Soquili in search of a relative:
Relation (mother, father, brother, sister, etc): Brother
Race (first choice): Kalona
Race (2nd choice, must be mini, common or uncommon): Wind
What does your soquili leave as an offering for the wishing star? A golden ankh with her own black and gold feathers weaved into it.
Short IC Response: It had been so many season since she had been crated iff ti these lands. Her former home just a faint memory in her mind. The sun and the sands faded every day from her mind. She had been busy. She had six children and a mate, her legacy spanned several generations now. She suppose she should complain but she wondered. What had happened to them? The tribe that sold her. Her parents.She couldn't even remember them anymore. Sands drifting away on the winds.

"Am I truly alone?" She looked to the night stars for answers. "The last of my line? The only one to be banished?" She thought about her last words. Were there more before her? "I wish to know, once for all." She shuffled her wings for a moment as she closed her eyes in silence.

My Long Lost Family Member
Soquili in search of a relative:
Relation (mother, father, brother, sister, etc): Mother (or aunt depending on race)
Race (first choice): Half Angeni-Half Kalona
Race (2nd choice, must be mini, common or uncommon): She couldn't be anything less than Kalona. (if it comes out pure kalona, then this soquili would become his paternal aunt--not his mother)
What does your soquili leave as an offering for the wishing star? A feather and his blood on the desert sand.
Short IC Response: What does you soquili ask/tell the wishing star when he or she comes to ask to find their relative?
Cato was back where he had been, what felt like years ago. He stood on the outskirts of the desert, knowing he was forbidden from taking a step further onto the sandy plains. It pained him horribly he would never feel the blow of the dry wind, or the sun like a blanket of warmth on his back as he soared over the barren ground. He pawed at the earth, feeling the chill creep in that always did when the sun set over the desert.

Starring up at the familiar star, Cato thought this time he was going to try speaking out loud. Last time, maybe that's why it didn't work. He felt his throat tighten, like it didn't want the words--the folly--to come spilling out. His chest contracted, making him feel sick but the wave of emotions that kept pounding at him on the inside allowed the words to surface.

"Please... please, let her come to me." He felt wetness touch his cheeks as moisture spilled over their brims. His breath was shallow, so the words weren't loud. But they were words. "Its so hard with out her here." He whispered, looking down at his feet, saying words to a star he couldn't even tell his soul mate. "Kalidasa... needs a mother. I..I can't be the parent to a girl who knows I took her father from her." He swallowed hard, staring up--pleading with his eyes that stars would listen. That the gods would listen. "I'll give you anything. Anything." He trembled, trying to figure out what would prove his intent. If he was going to do this, he might as well do it right.

Reaching to his wing, he ripped a feather out, and watched it fall on the sand. Leaning down, using his sharper teeth, he bit into his ankle, deep enough that the blood flowed freely. Stretching his leg out, not daring to touch the ground he was forbidden from, the blood dripped onto the feather. "She gave me these. My blood, and and my body. Please, take these, and give her back to me."

Walling up his emotions, Cato turned from the desert, which was much more difficult than he had anticipated. Limping, he left a trail of blood behind along with half his heart.