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Name: Akhlys

Meaning: In Greek Mythology she is the female spirit of the death-mist, the clouding over of the eyes preceding death.

Temper: Anomalous

Personality:
To others outside of her family she would seem a little eccentric, she loves the night and the creatures in it, has a fascination with the cycle of life, especially the dying stage. She does not harm the creatures to see this happening, for it would be cutting their string of fate before the appropriate time, Akhlys would rather watch. This makes her a patient soquili, she would rather remain quiet and observe the world around her than participate in adventures. When she hears stories about the world away from the darkness she is always skeptical, because for her, seeing is believing. Akhlys is practical in this regard, she does not wish to be seen as gullible.

Akhlys is a proud filly, who does not take it kindly if her family’s honor is ever questioned. This is the only time when strangers see her inner flame glow bright and a strong fierce mare appear. The other time this transformation happens is when she sees innocent creatures being tortured for no apparent reason, it angers her and she will do anything in her power to stop the monsters who inflict harm.
Like her father she tends to see doom, death and destruction even on a nice cloudless, star filled night. The world ending in doom and chaos does not bother her, for it is from chaos that all things are created, she sees it as the wheel of life. Everything must come to an end and from that death new life will appear.

Prompt Response: Prompt 1

Vastness. The world above her seemed to stretch forever, cloaking the world in darkness. Myriads of stars glittered above her head, creating a pale light in the night. Her eyes locked upon the sight, the beauty of the unknown lay before her. There was so much she did not know, there was still so much she had yet to see. Darkness had been her constant companion, for even in the basket she knew no light. Perhaps the light of the day would be too much for her, she liked the soft glow of the stars, it was much more comforting and less harsh. Akhlys had no idea where these thoughts were coming from or why she would detest the day, but it seemed to make an odd sort of sense.

She was born in the night, she emerged during the night, she had been surrounded by darkness since birth, so perhaps darkness was where she belonged. The filly barely paid her brothers any attention, her gaze was still locked upon the stars. She was able to depict patterns, perhaps they have meaning. Finally she was able to look away and at the scene around her.

What was this feeling? This awe? The beauty of the night took her breath away. An owl hooted in the distance, making her jump and a smile played upon her countenance. Akhlys, only daughter of Ristyx and Fovos Moros was a creature of the night and it was where she belonged. She did not crave something more, she was quite content in the darkness.

Name: Iodine Conduit

Meaning: 'Iodine' because of her purple complexion and 'Conduit' as a tribute to her fathers ghosts.

Temper: Luminous. --- I chose this temper to reflect the fact she can bring others happiness with her smile, the word itself is in contrast to her parents dark dwellings. She is a light in the darkness and can make people feel at ease even in the most morbid of environments.

Personality: Conduit is a social butterfly who craves affection as well as physical contact. As a foal she is a complete daddy's girl and is always craving his attention. However she is a smart mouthed little filly who likes to playfully pick on her brothers - she likes to snitch on them and get them in trouble whenever the opportunity arises. More so she likes to be the ring leader and often tried to persuade them into doing things they shouldn't - of cause when caught she bats her eyelashes and plays innocent. Even though she loves her family, she has always craved outside company and I am afraid to say you do not meet many foals out at night. As she grows a little bigger, but is still by all means a foal, she will develop a rather curious nature and begin to sneak away in the daytime to meet children her own age. Being a bit of a rebel means she has a invincibility complex and sees her sneaking off as foal-like mischief rather than dangerous ( hough her parents would probably see it in a different light). She will become fascinated by the daytime and start to question her parents ways, things are just so much more alive when its bright!

As a young adult Iodine will develop into quite a headstrong young mare who is willing to take on new challenges and make her own path. She is always up for pushing her limits and stepping out of her comfort zone. As always she is usually the one trying to persuade her brothers to do the same. She is a cheeky little lady, still as cocky as ever - She will often stick her tongue out and mark fart noises when she thinks someone is being dull. She is still very much a rebellious young teenager and seeks out certain thrills, though this does not mean she is stupid: there is a difference between being naughty and putting yourself in dangers way. A lesson she probably learnt whilst sneaking out during the daytime as a foal. Even though she loves to be in the company of others she is rather independent and knows how to take care of herself. She has a good head on her shoulders and if nothing else mummy and daddy can be proud of that.

Despite seeking adventure she always finds herself back home before too long. Afterall how are her brothers meant to get by without her?

Prompt Response: I made my own. Iodine meets the sun!

Iodine squinted as she looked up towards the heavens. Her pupils dilated as her vision was slowly adjusting to the brightness. Light to her was the gentle glow of fireflies or the reflection of the moon on waves; she could have never imagined such light could exist and more so the effect it had on the land around her. She was for the first time discovering colours she had never seen before, vibrancy that was just world changing. It was like being born again: the dark world she had come a custom to had suddenly evolved into something new and spectacular. Though as her vision focused and she was finally able to make out the fluff clouds in the sky she could not help but wonder where the stars had gone? She was bemused by their absence.

She felt hypersensitive: the suns warm rays stroked her coat, the smell of morning dew frilled her nostrils and birds song reached her ears for the first time ever. It was a whole new world out there and this young filly was ready to embrace it with open arms. She would have to bring her brothers tomorrow, she thought as she leant down to observe a ladybird resting on a piece of grass. This would blow their little minds! Stepping back into the comfort of the forest Iodine reluctantly rushed back home before her parents noticed she was missing.

Name: Kachina

Meaning: "Spirit" in Hopi

Temper: Shy

Personality:
Kachina prefers to be a loner most of the time. She's quiet and overly curious, but a bit skittish when it comes to others. She takes joy in discovering new things, and tends to prefer the night life, but something about the daytime sun mystifies her. She was raised to be nocturnal, and her eyes are horribly sensitive to the bright light of the sun, but everything seems to be so much more alive during the day. There are noises of birds she's never seen before, not just owls, and the trees and grass seem to be so much more lush and inviting.
However curious she may be of the day life, there's always just too much going on, and too many others out and about for her to feel safe to explore and wander as she pleases.

Prompt Response:

Kachina watched her mother aptly as she peered adoringly at a web. It glistened in the moonlight and the filly couldn't help but stare, too. "Mum, why do they make them like this? It seems like that'd be a whole lot of work." She looked up to her mother, who simply smiled before moving along. Kachina huffed at the lack of response and scuttled after her mother, not paying attention to her surroundings. After a few more steps forward, the poor filly's face met head-on with the arachnid's home. Her eyes widened and she let out a shriek, sputtering and using her wings to the best of her ability in an attempt to remove the web. "Yuck! Mum, why would you like these things?!" She stretched her front legs forward and rubbed her muzzle against them in another try to free herself. She whined at the horrible sensation before hurrying along to keep up with the mare ahead of her. "You could've told me that they were just safe to look at, not to touch." Kachina giggled a little bit and cooed to the bats above their heads, getting ready to settle in for the sunrise.

Name: Isto Moros

Meaning: Night

Temper: Neutral

Personality: Isto is an observer and a thinker. She doesn’t act immediately on… well… anything, really. Her favorite sport will be people watching, trying to figure out the thoughts that ran through their heads. She finds the motives and actions of others absolutely fascination, and does not believe in good and evil. What she believes in are actions and results.

Prompt Response: for Prompt 1

As the basket that encased her for the entirety of her short life fell away, Isto was aware of… nothing. Just darkness, and cold. This… was vastly different from the safe, confining walls that she had known. A few seconds passed as she considered this. It was not bad. She could feel her muscles, so tightly wound until that moment, unlock. It was… pleasant.

Finally, she opened her eyes and saw… more darkness. But this time, it was sprinkled with small... were those lights? Yes… twinkling and winking at her. And one large… thing. It was pale and huge and… scary? No.. no, not scary. It was… pretty. Yes, that was the word. Pretty.

Isto peered up at the sky, enchanted at this, her first sight of the new world. It was vast and dark, so similar to what she had always known, but there were differences in the lights and the large thing. She wanted to know more about it. She wanted the names for them. She wanted to learn…

There were new things outside her basket… she felt her face stretched in what she could only think was a smile. She couldn’t wait to learn more.

Name: Laila Moros

Meaning: Night

Temper: Thoughtful

Personality: Laila is a very quiet mare. She doesn’t really talk, so much that it is thought that she is mute by many others. She only really talks to her family rarely and others… Like her father she can talk and hear spirits and see them. She loves to just sit down and listen to the spirits talk and converse around her, spirits probably the beings who she speaks and converse with the most. She likes the night; she believes it to be an extremely beautiful state. She finds mornings and day to be very difficult, she can’t see and finds it very painful to her, so like her parents she would find a dark place to rest out the daylight as she wait for the wonderful night to reappear. Along with the spirits Laila also loves the small and big creatures of the night. Laila loves the stars; she loves the small little lights that float in the sky. With Laila being almost mute she doesn’t really stand up for herself or like attention; liking to blend into the background rather than be on the front stage.

Prompt Response:



Laila heard a rustle above her… She looked up within the dark basket as she felt the top of her basket being touched.

“it’s time little one…” came a quite genital voice above her.

Laila wondered what she would find. She had been resting in this basket for so long, what will the world look like when she finally open her eyes to it…? Laila pushed the lib of her basket open and took her first look at the world…

It was so large! It was so blissfully beautiful… Laila looked around her at the dark world; she then lifted her head towards the sky. As her eyes laid on the stars and the moon they grew in amazement. As she continued to watch the stars she heard voices, multiple voices, welcoming her to the world. Although some of the voices were not very kind many of the voices welcomed her to the world. Laila flickered her ears at the voices trying to figure out where they were coming from, they didn’t seem to be coming from her parents. There was to many voices to belong to the things that seem to be clinging to her father, although they seemed to have added their own voices into the group.

Laila quickly gave up on the voices and turned her head back up at the stars and continued to be mesmerized by the dark beauty of the sky…

Name: Zorya

Meaning: In Slavic mythology the Zorja are are the two guardian goddesses, known as the Auroras. The Zorja represent the Morning Star and Evening Star.
Temper: bewitching


Personality: Zorya is very protective of her two brothers and would rather harm fall upon her then them. That being said it’s normally her brothers who end up watching over her. Something is a little off about Zorya she doesn’t always think like most soq. Her eyes normally have a dreamy cast to them as if she if viewing the world differently. Zorya can be prone to physical accidents like bruising the frog of her hooves or receiving cuts from sharp objects. She typically laughs off such incidents stating she’s a clumsy oaf. The incidents in which she gets hurt are typically harmless. If her life was in danger or if her family was threatened Zorya instinct would tell her. Zorya instinct usually tells her when a specific event is important or if a certain soq means her harm or her family harm. Her instinct however doesn’t warn her about small things like her cutting her leg . Her family usually refers to her instinct as her having a bit of seer blood. Her gift is a lot more watered down then most herd’s seers but it can be useful at times. Zorya has her mother’s appreciation for Nights creations. She often has a bat nestling in her mane. She refers to him as Barnaby bat and keeps him with her most of the time. After her family his existence means the most to her and she can be very protective of her “bat baby”. Night time is when Zorya feels the most comfortable. Part of the reason is her upbringing the other part is her light sensitive eyes which suffer under the rays of the unforgiving sun.

Prompt Response:
Zorya stood in the darkened forest gazing at the silvery rays on the moonlight. Was there a sight as beautiful as moons silvery rays ? She had been traveling for some time around the forest and was rather curious to see if tonight she could find something as beautiful as the marvelous moon. For her family the night was when they were active and the daylight hours where there time to rest. Her family was very atypical of most soq culture. Some soq might think that Zorya family was a bit strange but for Zorya the strange was an everyday occurrence. So what if her father talked to spirits or her mother looked at spider webs for hours , later remarking on the particular artistic merits of a certain web. Zorya after all was not a typical soq. She was rather clumsy at times and her strange habit of traveling with a bat in her hair and natural gift could unnerve most soq. If she had been born in a typical herd unit, Zorya would have been labeled an oddball. However Zorya fit well with her eclectic family unit and had only felt love from them.

Barnaby bat chattered at her and her thoughts changed from her family to the task ahead. Zorya eyes gazed at her surrounding and narrowed as they spotted a pale blue glowing light. Off behind path stood some dense bushes and that beautiful blue light seemed to be coming from one of the bushes. Perhaps some little bug was residing within the framework of the bush. Zorya crept closer to the bush her interest piqued. She had never seen that particular shade of blue. It must be a usual bug if it was she could show Ristyx , her mother was always in search of beautiful bugs. “Shh, I want to get closer,” she whispered to Barnaby bat. He stared at her a minute and went silent. Zorya was now next to the bush but the bushes leaves blocked her from making out the details of the bug. She nudges her head into the bush to get a better view and suddenly screamed in pain. “Och!” she hollered as she speedily pulled her head out. Barnaby bat screeched out in concern for her. “Something bit me!” Zorya exclaimed. A moth flutter zoomed out of the bush and started screaming at her about interrupting its slumber. “How strange it’s a tinny soq with wings!” Zorya marveled to Barnaby. She seemed oblivious to the verbal whiplashing the moth flutter was flinging at her. “It’s like a beautiful bug only prettier and a bit dainty looking. I think I now understand Ristyx love for beautiful small glowing life forms.” Barnaby nodded a bit before changing his position in her hair to get a better look. After some time the moth flutter got tired of trying to teach the filly not to interrupt others sleep. The flutter muttered about the strange nature of some soqs as it rapidly flew away from the young filly with moonstruck gaze and the strange bat.

Name: Zillah

Meaning: "Shade" in Hebrew

Temper: Dark

Personality: Zillah was born at night, and seems to have taken the shadows to heart. The gentle light of the moon and stars must not have reached her basket, for there is something dark within her spirit. It isn't that she is outright cruel, predatory, or vicious, not at all! She simply finds herself fascinated by the macabre and morbid. Where her mother enjoys spiders and bugs, Zillah enjoys painting with them, smashing and smearing them beneath her hooves. Where her father is a quiet guardian, Zillah goes out of her way to misdirect strangers whom cross her path, to purposefully get them lost within the woods at night. . . and if they look small enough, perhaps even play a game of cat and mouse. Zillah loves her family enough that she wouldn't wish them smashed beneath her hooves, nor would she get them too lost or wish harm on them. . . but it takes a long while for her to make such attachments with others. For the most part, Zillah is independent, and moves to her own beat, always looking for a new game.

With age, her games will likely turn into mischief. She does so very much enjoying playing, but strangers beware, for her games often end poorly for her opponents. She'll graduate from squishing spiders, and turn instead to reading the strewn insides of prey. She claims she can read the stars, and will particularly enjoy telling others fortunes, though her "divinations" are often laden with tragic endings. Zillah truly believes those fates shall come true. . .if not by her hoof, than by someone else out there.

Zillah laughs at the world from her shadows and within the comfort of night. She might not be the largest of soquili, but she has a clever mind, for all that it's twisted. Her pleasure is often at the demise of another, and she see's nothing particularly wrong with it. Life is just just one big game to her, though she knows it isn't whether one wins or loses. . . it's simply how one plays.

Prompt Response:

Zillah swished her tail, staring down at the spider beneath her hooves. It was scrambling fiercely, trying desperately to get back to its hide, and she wouldn't let it. When it ran too far out of reach, she spooked it by guiding it elsehwhere with a well placed hoof stomp. The fuzzy thing was fast, but the mare was an old hand at this sort of game. Spiders, bats, worms, rats, they were her companions within this wood, and she genuinely liked them. . . .
But she liked what they held inside even more. Guts. Bones. Blood. Zillah enjoyed opening them up to see what she might find. Sometimes they were tasty, sometimes they were crunchy, sometimes they made messes, sometimes they didn't. She didn't kill all of them, nor did she do so with cruel intentions -- she was simply curious, and she liked sending their little bat, and rat, and bug spirits back to the earth. Perhaps they would be born again in to something stronger.

Besides, she always made sure to thank the little sacrifices. They offered her insight, and gave her inspiration for stories to tell. She knew. . .she knew she was right. Once she had splattered three spiders whom were particularly messy and it rained for three days! The world was connected, just as her father was connected to chittering spirits. . . just as her mother was connected to bats and bugs. . . just as Zillah were connected to shadows and the night.

Still, she had to be careful. . . she doubted her mother would be happy if she found out what she went out of her way to do. "You grow big, Little Bug, next time. Maybe then, you'll be the one to step on me. For now, let's play my favorite game and see if it's going to rain." So it was, she gave a little giggle and stepped down hard upon it,quickly sealing its fate.

Name: Póno { Pó for short sometimes. Haha, get it? like edger allen poe? }

Meaning: Greek for pain. I played off of dad's name, since Fovos means fear in Greek. I figured I'd incorporate some matching, since Fear and Pain are two words that typically go hand in hand.

Temper: Off Beat

Personality: Upon first glance of the filly, one might find themselves giving a double take. With a passing look, some may not even notice it... but they'd surely feel it; the unnerving, rather uncomfortable expression the young mare holds. A light, and would normally be taken to be a sweet smile, can usually cause a chill to nibble down ones spine. Perhaps it is merely her appearance that makes some uneasy, however her unyielding stares, with lethargic to no blinking, may also come into play. While it may be intimidating to most, really she's a calm, and rather collected mare. Many will find that her staring is her simply observing, as that is one of the best ways to obtain information. She values intellect, and knowledge, along with pondering the various spectrum's and perspectives, following the same line of thinking as her father; there is no right or wrong, there is only balance. She enjoys contemplating nearly every single thing that piques her interest, finding complexity and a deeper story to even the smallest of things like a blossoming plant.
While her rather 'liberal' and open minded views may give way to a broader way of thinking and experiencing, this can cause some brushing against the grain with those who may not think as she does. Death is not something she sees as a negative, nor bad, and does not react to it as such... thus someone in mourning may find it offensive when she attempts to express the beauty she see's in the passing, and the bodies return and recycle to Mother Nature.

What most might consider creepy, terrifying, disgusting, or hideous, she finds to be beautiful, fantastic, amazing, intriguing, and remarkable. Often times she will be seen, like her mother, surrounding herself with creatures that most would run far away from! Snakes, bats, and insects in particular she is very fond of.
To add to that, individuals who may be frightening to others, or who many keep their distance from, Pó will have no issues in interacting or approaching them. Easy to say, she's fearless, and has a lust for enhancing her knowledge.

A fan of the night, like her parents, Pó prefers wandering and exploring during the cloak of darkness. She will, however, venture out during the day time should it be overcast, or even raining, so long as there is some cover from the blinding sunlight, as her eyes are rather sensitive to it. She enjoys the company of her family, and is actually quite affectionate towards them.

{ her demeanor is similar to Luna's from Harry Potter }

Prompt Response: Prompt #1

Such a crisp, fresh scent met the young filly's nose, as it gave a few twitches of inhales from peering between the lips of her basket. Such an enticing perfume, this was, laced with decadent strains of alluring colognes. There was an air of mystery, that was magnifed by how the cool, and calm night sang. Crickets and other bug kin sung softly, as the rustling of leaves, and branches accompanied, from time to time. Pó's head slipped out even more to fully reveal itself from her basket, vibrant eyes gazing at the embrace of darkness that blanketed all around her. Instantly her orbs glistened and shimmered in awe, wide, with her smile curling at the edges, but mouth remaining rather flat otherwise. So beautiful...

Daintily, the ethereal foal took her first steps out of the protection of her basket, eyes unable to cease their wandering, and fascination with what she'd been blessed to exposed to upon just entering the world beyond the enclosure of her container. Above her streaked an easel of navy, dotted with brilliantly sharp lights here and there, so tiny and petite she wondered just how far away they truly were! settled behind the fluff of thick, lush clouds was something silver, and larger, giving off a light of its own that wasn't harsh, but surprisingly gentle. Shadows would creep along the soft, hushed grass surrounding her hooves, claws, and fangs from nearby greenery, conceiving an array of curious designs! The little daughter was unable to keep up with the grandness of what she had walked into, but she knew that she wanted to see, learn, and experience more of this quiet, shy, mysterious, and collected beauty that was night.