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 Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 1:50 pm
Prompt 1
Name: Aurelia
Gender: Female
Siblings: Aetos, Alyrr
“Mom! Dad! You won’t believe what I just found! I have to tell you!” Aurelia’s excited voice ripped across the stillness of the afternoon. Tearing out of the trees, her hooves slid to a halt as her bright blue eyes caught the expressions of her parents. They spoke at the same time, and their responses were mingled and confusing. “Aurelia! We were looking-” ”THE STATE OF YOUR MANE-” ”should clean yourself up eventual-” “FILTHY, ABSOLUTELY-” “look, your brothers are doing fine, you go should join-” “WHY CAN’T YOU BEHAVE LIKE-” “THEM!”
The two brothers in question sauntered over, careful to keep back from Aurelia’s muddy hooves. “Wow.” Aetos said, examining some greenish stains on Aurelia’s side. “Disgraceful.” Alyrr said to his father, tossing his mane and flicking his wings as he looked over his younger sister. They glided back to their pristine pasture, skirting the argument with their flawlessly tidy hooves. Dorian, too insulted by her appearance to speak, turned away as well. The mud on Aurelia’s slim face was now streaked with tears, tainting her half-open, silent snout. Anolani nuzzled her daughter, getting her mane clumped with dirt in the process. “Shhh. Just breathe. Things will look better once we get you cleaned up!” Suddenly, Anolani saw something new and strong flare in her daughter’s dodgy blue eyes, and it scared her. But in the next moment, tears were pouring instead. “Shhh. Tell Mother what you found, Aurelia. I'll listen.”
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 2:16 pm
Username: Tamiko_kitten
Foal Name: Adrien (if a boy); Arianna (if a girl)
Prompt: #2
“Choose.”
Just that one word, and his world broke. His parents were separating, going different ways, leaving. His siblings had chosen to go with his mother, and now his parents were looking at him, standing apart, waiting for him. He had to choose? To go with one or the other, that was the only option. They stood away from each other, oddly formal expressions on both of their faces, and his two siblings, standing slightly behind his mother. He looked to her, and as usual, she smiled warmly. A quick glance at his father, and the stallion lowered his eyes. Was he ashamed? He ought to be, thought the colt, with a rush of anger. His father…how could he do this to his family?
The family that Dorian had helped create, and the family that he was choosing to leave. Adrien was resentful, how could he not be? Though his mother and father had both assured him the split was mutual, and that it was in his and his siblings best interest, he didn’t really believe that. Perhaps the split was a good idea, but he couldn’t convince himself that it had been inevitable. He knew, had always known that his father had never truly wanted a family. Even if Dorian had never said it, even if he had smiled and played along with their happy charade, Adrien had known. He had seen it in the small things, the way their father had never been quite so involved in their lives, had always seemed like there was something on his mind. It had been in the little glances he snuck, looking out at the world with something like longing in his gaze.
And it hurt, knowing that. It hurt him more than he let on, more than his family knew. He wanted them all to be together, to be a family, to be loving and perfect and happy. He knew it was naïve. Knew that it was unrealistic and selfish and useless. But he couldn’t help it, he wanted it so much he could cry. But he wouldn’t, not here. Not in front of his father. And because of this, he almost understood Dorian, perhaps more than he wanted to; because he knew what longing was like. He knew what it was to want something so badly it hurt. He understood his father, but only up to a point. Because the rest of him was full of resentment. His father was the one who had chosen to be with his mother, and then himself and his siblings had come along. And Dorian hadn’t wanted them.
Lani, his sweet mother Lani, had loved them with everything, cherishing them joyfully. She was always happy, always smiling, the sun he gravitated around. Because she loved him, she wanted him. But his father would choose to leave, to abandon them. And then what? Go about his life as if nothing had happened? Forget about Lani and his children, as if that period of time was just a small inconvenient interruption that was now out of the way? Could he really do that? Adrien didn’t want to believe that it was possible to do something like that, but it seemed apparent that that was just what his father planned to do.
It wasn’t hard to choose, not that there was much of a choice anyway. He stepped slowly towards his mother, the gazes of his family on them. Just before he reached her, he turned squarely, facing his father.
“One day, you’ll regret this. One day, when you’re older maybe. You’ll see us, and we’ll be a family, and we’ll be loving and happy and perfectly fine without you. Then maybe you’ll realize how alone you are. Realize what you could have had. What you chose to give up.”
His father was silent, expression unfathomable. And with that, Adrien turned, hiding his hurt and walking towards his mother, towards his siblings, towards warmth. A soft, loving warmth that his father could never offer. He hoped that one day the stallion would realize his mistake, and then he would feel the pain Adrien felt right now. But now, at least, Adrien was not alone. And that gave him strength.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 2:17 pm
Name: Roxy_roxanna
Prompt: #2
Name of Foal: Duska (filly)
Best for me? Best for us? How could this possibly be any good for any of them! Duska felt enraged, the little filly glared at her siblings for having picked a side, why didn’t they tell their parents how wrong this was. She opened her mouth to give her opinion on the matter rather loudly, she lacked her mothers dulcet temper.
“Momma, Papa we can’t just split up! We belong together, we’ve always been together!”
She was young, and she could no see the world around her had not always been idyllic. This was the crushing blow, her father threw her mother a look and Duska knew she had to choose which of her parents she would go with. This choice was sudden, difficult to make and she was uncertain if she could make such a decision. She looked at her mother and held back tears, she had made her choice.
“Will I ever see you again Mama?”
The world was a hard place, and having to ask her mother, who had given her life such a question disturbed the filly more then she understood in that moment. She accepted the nuzzle as it came from her mother, and tried not to feel guilty for leaving her siblings. She turned to her stunned looking father, perhaps he never thought she would go with him of her own free will. How could she leave her Papa to go alone into the world when her mother would have the company of not one, but two?
“I won’t leave you alone Papa…”
Duska’s voice came out soft, comforting, though if the words were for herself or her father she didn’t know. She hoped that it was all a silly mistake, a ruse her parents had come up with. Maybe tomorrow they would all meet up again near a calm river and laugh about how foolish they were to have parted. Maybe, maybe, soon Duska would understand that few things in life could be perfect, the world was full of maybes.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 3:19 pm
Prompt 1 It was another one of those afternoon get-togethers with the family. Your siblings were off romping around ahead of the parents, and you...were idly looking at a barely noticeable trail heading the opposite direction that everyone else was going. It had just rained, so the trail looked very muddy, but...still, it was enticing. Looking forward, you see that 'Lani and Dorian are completely engrossed in other things, so the chance at exploring is definitely there! What would do you do? Do you brave the dirty and the unknown, or do you stick by the safety of your parents? If you went, how would you deal with being covered in mud and potentially ruining a perfect hair-do? Dorian is QUITE the stickler when it comes to physical beauty and cleanliness - would you avoid your father? Fatal Irony Prompt: 1 Name of foal: Darsul (male) Darsul bit his lower lip in contemplation as he gazed at the overrun and muddy trail. He ground his hooves into the ground and cast sideways glances at his preoccupied family. They wouldn't notice if he took a little side trip.... or at least he hoped not. His gaze rested on his father and Darsul hesitated. How angry would his father be if he returned all muddy? Mud washed off, of course, so he couldn't really be TOO upset, Darsul reasoned and darted off down the muddy trail. He rounded a corner and froze, suddenly unable to hear the frolicking of his family. His heart beat in his ears, but Darsul forced himself to calm down. The overgrowth here hid his family from him, but he kept telling himself they are just around the corner. He hadn't gone far, he consoled himself. Certainly no harm will befall him. He took a few more uncertain steps and looked down at his soaked and dirty hooves and legs. "Maybe this was a bad idea..." Darsul whined, but a noise caught his attention. Was that running water? He forgot his fears and walked a little further down the path and came upon a rushing stream. The water looked so cool! But it was just down a steep hill that Darsul didn't think he could get back up alone. Suddenly aching for his family to show them his find, he turned and rushed back, kicking mud all up along his flanks and caking his mane. "Oh, father will be upset," he called to the rushing air in his ears as he rounded the corner that revealed his family to him once more. "No sense hiding!" He came to a skidding stop in front of Dorian. "Pappa! I found a stream!' Darsul flashed his father a charming grin and shook the mud from his mane, flinging it everywhere, including all over his vain father. "We should go!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 4:04 pm
Prompt 2 Your father and your mother decide its within your best interest to part and go their separate ways. Your two siblings have chosen to go with your nurturing mother, and now it is your turn to decide whether to join your mother and siblings or tag along with your self-absorbed father. What choice do you make and why? Please RP out the child's response to the scenario~
_____He’d been so concerned with garnering his father’s approval that he hadn’t listened to the answer. When he’d finished looking back at his tail to see if it was streaming out nicely (not long enough yet, a pity…) he noticed that both of his siblings were standing with Mama and both ‘Lani and Dorian were giving him a tired look, though at least ‘Lani wore a smile.
_____“Eh? What’s going on?”
_____As ‘Lani patiently explained AGAIN just what was about to happen to their family, Domani was busy looking at his father and fidgeting, noticing that the stallion wasn’t meeting his gaze. He didn’t know that Dorian hadn’t intended to be a father, nor any of his father’s particular habits that might’ve made his parents choose this route. He’d always looked up to the stallion, trying to walk and talk and act like him. Of course he loved his Mama dearly, but he hadn’t the same kind of raw admiration for her. Besides, Mama was a mare, and what did mares know about being a colt?! Not much, he would bet, not much.
_____But what was this about going their separate ways? Dorian and ‘Lani hadn’t fought a lot, had they? Domani rarely paid attention to that sort of thing. He’d learned early on to avoid mud and filth because it would make his hooves and mane dull and unattractive, and Dorian didn’t like that. He stayed away from dust, messy fruit, and anything that might catch in his mane. He had to look good. That’s what he’d learned from Dorian and he was sticking to it, by the gods! Of course, ‘Lani had always been good to him and such. She was his mother after all, and a complete sweetheart besides. Both of his parents had taught him important things, though he only remembered two of them. To Domani, his mother and father were inextricably linked in his mind. “Separate” didn’t come into the equation… until now.
_____And it occurred to him that Dorian and ‘Lani might’ve exchanged a few words while he and his siblings were napping (but Domani hadn’t been, he’d been making sure no bugs were crawling on him and making him ugly). The colt slowly worked it out, his ears cocked weirdly; his eyes squinted as he looked off into the middle distance and tried to figure out what was going on.
_____Dorian was about to suggest that Domani stick with his mother, but the colt’s eyes were enormous. It’d finally sunk in.
_____“It’s for forever, isn’t it?” Domani asked, glancing at his mother when she sighed. “It’s for forever? And I have to choose one of you? FOR FOREVER?”
_____Dorian opened his mouth.
_____“I’m going with Papa then!” he declared. Then glanced sheepishly at ‘Lani when he realized he might have offended his mother. “I mean… he’s cool… I MEAN, someone needs to look after him, right?”
_____Dorian closed his mouth.
_____“Whomever you’d like to stay with, dear,” ‘Lani told Domani lovingly. “It’s your choice.”
_____The choice was a no-brainer, which was convenient for a child of Domani’s mental capacity.
_____“I’ll stay with you, Papa. Won’t it be fun?!” he exclaimed, flicking his tail back and forth, his eyes bright.
_____And Dorian sighed.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 4:47 pm
Name: Miroke
Prompt of Choice: 1
Name of foal: Barinbus (currently a boy) Betshaba (girl)
"uggg WHY do I have to go on these things. They are SO beyond boring!" And of course my sisters have to yell at me. What snobs. "God, look at that path!" WOW that is SO cool! It is like muddy and stuff." "YA! I know dad would kill me BUT you don't have to tell." God they are so nervous, everything is going to be FINE. Ewww this is so squishy "DON'T TELL HIM!!" "IT IS TOO LATE!" God they better not tell or anything. ewwww this stuff is SO deep. agg it is like sucking me in. "OH GOD I'M SINKING! AHGGHGHGH NO NO NO N-." "AGGG HELP!" uuggggg YES! I feel the ground! Yes and I am OUT! Oh thank the lord. I better hurry up before they notice I'm gone. OH NO! What if they told. i would be so dead. "HEY GUYS! *whisper* You guys didn't tell did you?" "WHAT? Oh my god you told? No ma? I didn't... no I didn't tell them to cover for me....NO!" "Why did you tell!!?? what? Then how did they know????"
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 5:26 pm
Name: ATH e a r t
Foal Name: Anton
Gender: Colt <3Foal Prompt 2 Your father and your mother decide its within your best interest to part and go their separate ways. Your two siblings have chosen to go with your nurturing mother, and now it is your turn to decide whether to join your mother and siblings or tag along with your self-absorbed father. What choice do you make and why? Please RP out the child's response to the scenario~
It was his time to choose. Anton hoped that it would never have to come down to this, but it did. His siblings already to chose to go with their mother. He looked to one side and saw his mother and siblings, and on the other side his father.
Anton laid down on the soft grass and looked up. His mother was caring, he knew that. The obvious choice was to choose her, but he thought of his father. Sure, there was times when he was well... A bit much, but he loved him, and he looked awfully alone. He heard his mother calling him, showing him a cool area to nap under. Anton took a couple steps towards his mother, but stopped.
His mother saw this and looked at him with curiosity and came over. "My son, is there something the matter?"
Anton looked over to where his father was, and Anolani understood immediately and smiled. "I know how Dorian can be like, but he is still good at heart." She nuzzled Anton's neck affectionately. "No matter who you choose, I'll still be your mother."
He nuzzled back her mother on the neck. "I know, Mom," he said with a happy tone. "I want to be with Dad because well... I don't want him to be alone."
Anolani nuzzled him again. "You have a good heart. Maybe you can change your father's views and help us be one family again." This comment from his mother made Anton very happy. He wanted to make his mother proud. He trotted to Dorian, only looking back once to give Anolani a smile.
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 9:57 pm
This is more geared towards prompt 2, but it picks up at the end of prompt 1, so I guess it's a little from column A, a little from column B wink
Well, that was a kick in the teeth. Pfting slightly to clear aside damp leaves and muddy mane strands that were threatening to (once again) get into his mouth, he stood listening with foalish curiousity to what his mother was saying. Splitting up for the good of family...so that they would be a family that didn't live together or see each other but would still be a family cause that was healthy? That didn't really make much sense to him, but whatever. Mama seemed to think it was a good plan, or that it made sense; she WAS talking about it in great earnestness, after all. And Papa...
Well, it was difficult to say what Papa's opinion of the plan was; ever since the colt had bounded back from his romp in the woods looking like he'd been run over by a family of straight-from-the-wallow boars his father had been alternating between looking at his son in abject horror, whimpering softly while rocking from side to side, and walking in circles around the boy while murmuring things like 'well, maybe if he were to soak for a bit, he'd get some gleam back' and 'oh, his HAIR! His beautiful, beautiful hair! I can't even bring myself to look at it, let alone touch it.' That was Papa for you; he was funny about things pertaining to appearance. Frankly, the colt didn't really see what the problem was; if you had good looks and genes 'n stuff, then obviously you would still look cool no matter if you were all cleaned and primped or muddy, cause then your natural coolness would show better, right? Of course right, Mama always said inner beauty was just as important as outer, so he was very careful to give his inner beauty a chance to shine by muddying up the outer from time to time.
That was his excuse, anyway...and besides, it was funny to watch Papa collapse into a muttering nutcase. He was really funny sometimes!
Which was probably why the colt, in spite of the serious vein of this conversation, was paying just as much attention to his father as his mother. But one thing that he'd gleaned from this whole strange story was that an answer was expected from him, an answer about such serious matters. Weird, really; one minute, parents are telling you you HAVE to keep your mane clean and you have to eat your grass before you can have apples, the next they're telling you that you can decide your own living situation! Typical parent, though, making you have to make an actual 'a or b' choice instead of both. Really, both parents had their good points, and he was sure that he'd miss whichever one he wasn't with terribly...
But really, there was only one choice.
Tossing back his stringy muddy mane, he straightened up and glanced from his mother to his father, then broke into a grin. "Well, that's easy, Mama. You're my Mama, but Papa..." Glancing back to the anxiously murmuring stallion, still going off on 'his hair, what am I going to do with his MANE???', the colt laughed and said, "Papa needs me. Lookit him, Mama; it just wouldn't be right for him to be all by himself, cause he'd be bored and not have anything to keep him doing interesting and exciting stuff!"
As if to prove his point, the foal stepped up and nuzzled his father, muddy cheek leaving streaks on Dorian's immaculate flank and snapping the stallion out of his mantra with an exclamation of horror. Realizing he was (gasp) sullied, Dorian let out a heartrending cry of despair, then turned and fled off in the direction of the nearest pond, his son's condition forgotten in light of his own personal care emergency.
Turning to his mother after watching Dorian's departure, the colt shared a knowing smile with 'Lani. "Told you so, Mama. But don't worry, I'll take care of him 'n stuff, just you see!"
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Posted: Thu Jun 12, 2008 10:42 pm
Foal's Name: Delorian (The name won't get out of my head. It is meant as a reference to his great-great-grandmother, as well as his father.)
Prompt: *1, though I'm using an element from the 2nd prompt as well.
He paused, glancing from the enticing path back to his parents. They kept on going, arguing again in undertones. He frowned, his small brow puckered with concern that no foal should have to endure. He couldn't say exactly what was going to happen, but he knew things weren't right. Surely parents weren't supposed to bicker and snipe at each other that way? Still frowning unhappily, he turned back to the muddy trail. He thought he could see something sparkling down towards the end of the pathway. Perhaps there was a pond? That would mean frogs. Frogs never failed to cheer him up. They were so hoppy and unpredictable. And you never heard them fight. All they did was sing when night fell, a happy sort of song to greet the night.
The possibility of frogs decided him. Mud or no mud, he was going to go see the frogs. He stepped to the edge of the well-worn path and peered down at the ground. It wasn't entirely mud... just mostly. He flexed his little wings and threw another glance towards his parents. They were even further away now. They'd never know he'd been flying. Or trying to fly, anyway. His father specifically had admonished him not to try flying to young, that it could ruin the beauty of his delicate flutter wings. Scowling now, he resolutely looked back at his path. He'd show them. Finding happiness was more important than pretty looks any ole day.
With a deep breath and a pucker of concentration, he began to flutter his wings and took a leap forward. Without much practice under his wings, he didn't get far. But he was able to at least aim his landing for a slightly more dry spot. Only the bottoms of his hooves were marked with the brown mud. Another deep breath and he was airborne again. It was really more like gliding than flying, he supposed, because he was jumping and then merely drifting along to his next reasonably dry spot. This one he'd misjudged, though. He had mistaken some floating dead grass for solid dirt. When he landed, he sank fetlock deep into the sloshy brown liquid. He sighed, lifting one hoof ruefully. Much as he wanted to defy his father, he really wasn't terribly fond of getting completely grubby.
Another couple hops resulted in his legs and flanks being spattered, and his wings becoming unbearably tired. Finally, he simply gave up. If he was going to get this dirty, he might as well go whole-hog, right? With a toss of his head, he charged down the muddy pathway, longing for those ribbiting green creatures he desperately hoped were at the end of the trail. He rounded a corner and was plunging towards a rather wide looking puddle of darker brown when suddenly something was between him and it.
He was so startled he slid to a stop as fast as he could, little haunches sitting themselves down in the muck to help slow himself. He came nearly hoof to hoof with a grey mare. She had a black mask over her eyes, and her tail was striped. Wide-eyed, he stared at her, and she smiled down at him. What kept him from remembering his manners was that although she was clearly right in front of him... he could see through her! The dark puddle showed clearly through her legs and tail, and the branches of the nearby trees waved visibly beyond her eyes.
As he stared, she leaned down towards him, and a breath of a whisper blew past his frantically pricked ears. "Go back, little one. Go back." Giving a startled neigh, he scrambled backwards, splattering mud everywhere, though where it flew towards the mare, it never touched her, splattering beyond her in the puddle instead. With another panicked neigh, he spun and scrambled away, kicking up debris from the muddy trail. A leafless stick in particular flew up from his hind hoof as kicked hard to get away. It flew through the grey mare's belly and landed with a rather odd plop into the dark brown puddle.
The little colt's cries could be heard in the distance as he pelted for his parents, mud-strewn and terrified. The grey mare faded from sight with a sad smile. And the stick, which had so recently landed in the puddle, sank slowly from sight, sucked downwards into the treacherous sink-hole.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 12:31 am
Username: Leez0rz
Prompt: #1
Name of Foal: Amadeo
It was one of those days again. It had rained earlier that day, leaving behind puddles around the area. Amadeo prepped himself in a clear puddle, effortlessly looking beautiful. He turned away with his head held high, he was out on a walk with his family. He followed after his parents on their afternoon walks, trailing further behind them since they had much longer strides than him. He ignored what childish nonsense his siblings were off doing ahead of his parents; whatever they were doing didn't interest him half the time. The young colt was focused on other things. His bright blue eyes glanced around the area, comparing and rating the beauty of everything he saw around him. Of course, he was ranked higher than everything else. He even thought to himself, he was much handsomer than his father, but still stood lesser than his mother. Now, she was beautiful. And, he would like to believe he mostly took after her.
As he was looking around the area, he saw the path fork off. He had stopped to look at the path, eyeing it curiously. His tail twitched behind him, contemplating the idea to wander off. His parents were engrossed with eachother and he doubted they would notice his disappearance, which was a surprise. Who wouldn't notice his beautiful self missing? Amadeo thought to himself. He trotted off, heading in the opposite direction that his family took. He was tired of taking that same route anyways. He wrinkled his nose as soon as he stepped into the muddy trail. He picked up a hoof which was now muddy. He groaned and rolled his eyes. How annoying. He thought to himself.
Amadeo decided to continue on, even if he was stuck on this muddy trail. His deep blue eyes wandered over the vegetation. His eyes soon caught sight of a beautiful blue flower. The young colt felt compelled to get it. It wasn't as beautiful as him, but he thought it'd make a nice gift for his mother. She deserved that much, right? He made his way off of the trail, and into the heavy vegetation. Mud was clinging further up his body as he tried to get to the flowers. Leaves and twigs were getting in his mane and his tail, disheveling his once tidy mane. He didn't seem to care, having his mind set on getting the flowers. He trudged through the vegetation with a determined will to get to it, and when he did, he bent down to the flowers. With tender care, he ripped the flowers from their stems and carried them in his mouth. The colt made his way back, carefully trying to keep the flowers from being damaged, keeping his head up away from the low branches.
When he finally got back onto the trail, he sighed with relief, but he was mindful of the flowers in his mouth. The colt walked down the muddy trail, assuming it would intersect back into the original path. When he saw the backs of his parents and his siblings, he trotted up with a pompous smirk on his face holding the flowers in his mouth. He ignored the flabbergasted look on his father's face, knowing he was dirty from head to hoof, but he was still beautiful. Nudging his mother's leg with his leg to catch her attention, he held his head up with his flowers. "Foo ou." (For you) He said, with a grin. Seeing her mother look down and coo with happiness, he soaked up all the attention she was giving him, listening to how much she missed him when they realized he was gone. 'Lani never had a doubt that their foal would return. She accepted Amadeo's flowers with a gracious smile. It didn't take too long for Amadeo to notice Dorian still giving him a look.
The colt smirked a bit, still holding his head up high. He was filthy, he knew it. But what matter was the manner of how hold yourself when something isn't accepted. He had to just rolled his eyes at the nonsense his father was spewing. He was moaning and groaning about keeping clean and tidy. He was mostly good at that, but please, he looked damned good no matter what condition he was in. He just laughed at his father's agrument to keep clean. "Oh, don't worry about it. You don't have to be clean to look beautiful." He winked to his father. The colt was strutting his stuff. "I call this the Down n' Dirty collection." He said with a grin before bolting away from his father to get his siblings dirty with him.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 12:54 am
Name: Faye (rp prompt only, so we dont have a identity confused filly out there D: ) Gender for response purposes: Female Prompt: #1 Quote: It was another one of those afternoon get-togethers with the family. Your siblings were off romping around ahead of the parents, and you...were idly looking at a barely noticeable trail heading the opposite direction that everyone else was going. It had just rained, so the trail looked very muddy, but...still, it was enticing. Looking forward, you see that 'Lani and Dorian are completely engrossed in other things, so the chance at exploring is definitely there!
What would do you do? Do you brave the dirty and the unknown, or do you stick by the safety of your parents? If you went, how would you deal with being covered in mud and potentially ruining a perfect hair-do? Dorian is QUITE the stickler when it comes to physical beauty and cleanliness - would you avoid your father?
"My dear, is there something wrong?" Startled to have attracted her mother's attention in such a way, the filly calmed down. "It's nothing, mother." Giving a winning smile that she hoped to decieve, she turned back to the opposite path while her family continued forward.
"Oh dear. But a lady never turns down an opportunity." Sliding a glance over to the retreating forms of her parents and siblings, she slipped away to put a delicate hoof in the mud. "Oh!" She gave a sound of disgust as the hoof remained stuck. With another pull, she tugged it free with a suction sound, only one of the many examples that exemplified that this road was not the greatest idea.
Taking a few moments to gather her courage, she took a sharp intake of breath. Moving one hoof in front of the other, the stain clearly visible on her once pristine hooves, shaking her head. "It fails me to wonder why anyone would tromp through such disgrace!" Oviously failing to realizing that she was doing the same. Her mood brightened however, as she saw several different butterflies fly across her. Oh, maybe she would ask them what to do! "If you would be so kind, as to point me out to where I could go..?" Faye smiled charmingly, for she knew it as charming! After all, one must take advantage of their beauty. She was awarded with a butterfly that perched on top of her nose, her eyebrows lifting. "I should go ..where..?" Her expression portrayed confusement, as she misinterpreted the butterfly's placement. "I must say, even if I wanted to, I could not go on top of my .. my nose!" She replied huffily, a contemptuous shake of her head following her reply. "And do stop that." Tossing her mane annoyedly, to rid herself of the other butterflies that had taken it upon themselves to land on her mane. "My father taught me the importance of hair, and I will not have you ruining it!" Lifting her head with a haughty glance, she gritted her teeth to bite back a scornful reply. A lady must not lose her composure!
Her eyebrows furrowing in discontentment, cursing herself. But the next thing she knew, she was falling backwards, uttering a startled cry, and the oh-so-very-nice acquaintance with the mud.
That did it, she thought glumly as she heard several different voices call out for her. "Faye..? Where are you?" It was only a matter of moments, before her entire family emerged from the trees. "Father.. I can explain." Faye chuckled weakly, her words ending on a nervous note knowing the drastic image she presented. Faced with a father's frame trembling, a sure sign of his coming reprimand, while her mother's soft soothing did little to reassure either of them.
Her brother's remarks didn't help either, as they hurriedly whispered between themselves. "Oh, do be quiet please!" Faye snapped at them, her patience wearing thin.
"Oh father. I know it looks bad--" Faye began, "It .. looks bad? IT IS MORE THAN THAT --" "Please, calm down." Her mother's voice interrupted, with all the diplomacy one could have. "I will not stand for such blatant disregard of such beauty..!" His aggreviated tone was more than enough to make Faye wince. "Especially one of my own." Dorian stressed the last word, most emphatically to Faye, who ducked her head clearly realizing its meaning.
"But father. Think of all the wonders that mud does for your complexion." Looking thoughtful (and rather hoping to avoiding the after effects), she added, "It's so much more enjoyable to be here instead of there, rather, dont you think? In fact, I whole heartedly suggest joining me." Flashing her most winsome smile, that was indeed charming, as well as assuming an innocent look. Her brothers coughed, one brother hissing to the other, "Isn't that our line?" He was clearly baffled by the change in his sister's personality, who was, well, prim and proper! "Looks like she's taken a page from our book." The other replied, with a amused smile, waiting to see how this turned out.
Faye, still staring at her father for a reaction, who had his jaws open at such a remark from his daughter, who was no doubt the most like him in his beliefs. His jaw closed, as he gave a a glare to 'Lani, that conveyed how impossible children were, as he stalked off. (... seriously. IT JUST STARTED TO ROLL *_*;;; 'sokay 8D you have your work cut out for you :< )
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 10:02 am
Infinities Foal name: Inarra I chose to do both prompts. Prompt 1 is obviously more in-depth, with more roleplay with "interaction" as it were. Prompt 2, however, I did not feel comfortable with choosing lines for the parents, or the other baskets. So instead I tried to make it more introspective, and left it off before the actual decision could be made. I did, however, try to let the reader know just what she would choose, if she were given the right answer. smile Prompt 1 The earth smelled good after it rained. This was something new to the foal, who had never really considered such a thing before. Of course, this was the first really heavy rain she'd ever seen. Her siblings had run ahead of their parents; Inarra was trailing behind them, taking in the way the world changed when it was dripping. Raindrops fell into puddles, and she liked to think that she could hear music when they fell, beating out a little melody that was possibly some form of water-droplet communication? The thought made her giggle; water drops talking to each other? What would they say? "Oh, I remember you! You were in that cloud with me a few miles up!" Anolani glanced back as her daughter's voice piped up for just a moment, but the words she spoke were barely audible. And Dorian was looking stressed again, the poor dear. It seemed one of the children had accidentally splashed water on him. Torn between the words of her daughter (who appeared to be having quite a time!) or her companion (who appeared to be having an aneurysm), she chose to move forward, murmuring as soothingly to him as she would one of the children. Inarra grinned. Her daddy was funny sometimes, even if he wasn't much fun. Daddy liked things to be pretty, especially his daughters. Inarra didn't like being pretty. It was boring. As she pondered these things, hurrying along behind her parents, her eye caught on a path she'd never seen before. Maybe if it were less muddied she would recognize it, but as it were, it looked completely new. She slowed, glancing down the path as though it would speak to her, telling her if she'd ventured down there before. Of course, no answer was forthcoming from the trail, and one eye slid in her parent's direction. Mommy was still trying to calm down her Daddy (he was so dramatic!), and her siblings were trying to send Daddy into a hissy-fit, so Inarra was pretty well left alone at the moment. Perfect. She snuck down the path carefully, trying to stay out of sight in case her parents went looking down the path and called her back. She wanted to know what was there, regardless of the mud. It felt really funny under her hooves, and made funny noises. The dark earth was squelching up her slender legs, and it was really, really deep in places, almost coming up to her knees. The filly had to slow- she was adventurous, not stupid. If she got stuck in the mud, that would be a very bad thing. What if something that ate little children came along? By the time she recognized where she was, she was filthy. There was dirt on her belly, running up her legs. Some was streaking her tail, and a streak or two was on her face from where she had fallen and then tried to wipe it off on a tree. Her carefully braided mane was a-shamble. Her father would hemorrhage. Something that delighted Inarra. Her father was so silly, caring so much about perfection that it sucked out so much fun! This... this was her version of fun. She stomped forward, giggling as she tripped over a root that was hidden, the mud going up over her head, coating her. In the meantime, Anolani and Dorian had noticed that their daughter was missing. Anolani was horribly worried. What if she had fallen, and been injured? Dorian was a bit more practical. What if she had fallen... and messed up her hair? So for each of them, the sound of Inarra's happy voice coming through the trees was the source of strong emotion. Just on varying ends of the spectrum. Inarra danced out of the trees, approaching her parents, not bothered by the absolute silence that followed her arrival. Her mother looked quite frozen, and her Daddy... She gave another childish giggle. Her Daddy looked like he'd eaten a bad berry, and couldn't get it out. To her parents, it likely looked like a mud-lump was moving towards them with flakes of their daughter showing through. Now Inarra was regretting it, with the cool mud starting to itch on her as it dried and flaked off slowly. She noticed her mother look between Daddy and herself, and Inarra could almost guess what Anolani was thinking. 'Which child do I deal with first?' "Look at me! Look at me!" she scampered over to her father, dancing around him. "It's fun, Daddy." She scampered over to her siblings, wiggling her nose at her brother and sister. "You should try it sometime, you guys." And at that point, Dorian couldn't take it anymore. "No! No! No dirtiness, it's not befitting my little darlings. Water, now." he looked around, having to replace where he was and which direction the water was. This was quite distressing. A hoof timidly moved towards Inarra, as though to give her a push in the right direction, but he couldn't bring himself to touch her; he pulled his hoof away with a shudder. "That way, Inarra." The filly opened her mouth, intending to argue, but her mother stepped in. With the usual warmth, she nosed Inarra towards the stream. "No lip, Inarra. Do what your father asks. You know he likes you being presentable. This wasn't very kind of you." She glanced at Dorian, who quickly turned to the other children, unsure of what to do now. "I had fun, Momma." Inarra sniffed at her mother, upset that her parents both seemed so upset by her look. Inarra did have to agree that what she had done was cruel, showing herself off to her father as she had and rubbing it in his face. Especially when she knew how vain he was about himself- and his children. "And the first thing is make me wash, not ask me what fun I had." Anolani nosed her gently towards the water. "You have fun with your father without offending his sensibilities." "What's a sensibility?" Inarra watched mother close her eyes and give a soft sigh. "Never mind, mommy. I think I get the general idea." She'd been feeling rather wicked all day, and now her mother and father both seemed to be a bit upset with her. In a quieter voice, she spoke again. "I'll be good, I promise." Anolani's lip twitched upwards in a smile. "You'll try, you mean." And with that she playfully shoved her daughter into the water. Prompt 2 It was something that should have been expected, really. Inarra had a habit of watching her family (when she wasn't getting into mischief!) and had always thought that what her mother and father had was just something... different. Inarra had always assumed it sprang out of the fact that her father, was, in his own way, as childish as Inara herself! So when Anolani and Dorian had approached the three children, Inarra had not been surprised. What had come as a surprise to the filly was the fact she was allowed a choice. On one hand she could live with her mother. Anolani was warm, sensitive, and loving to her three babies. She knew how to care for them, or at least did a remarkable job of making it up as she went along. On the other hand, their father was stubborn, hardheaded, and stood for things Inarra could care less about. Like being clean. And being beautiful. She watched her siblings step over to their mother, giving their father loving nuzzles and saying goodbye, see you soon. But the nuzzles wouldn't make up for his children choosing Anolani over him. It almost made Inarra sad, watching the way her siblings seemed to choose him so easily. If only she could have talked to them... decided. Finally Mother and Father turned to her, and she bit her lip. "Daddy, do you want one of us to live with you? Or are you only asking us to be polite?" Whatever he would answer to this question would be the answer to her inner turmoil. Should he say he asked only to make them feel they had a choice, she would go with her mother. But if the answer was out of a genuine desire to have his children by his side... well, she would be the one who would go with him. She wouldn't be able to bring herself to leave him alone if he truly wanted someone with him. Her small body tensed in anticipation as she watched her father give a soft sigh and begin to open his mouth. What he spoke next would change the course of her entire life.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 10:42 am
Name: Splashfur
Prompt of Choice: # 1
Name of foal: Plain N Fancy (( Fancy ))
The sound of many hoof beats rattled the foggy silence of the afternoon. Foals galloped around in a ghostly way, their pelts nothing more than random flickers of light. White eyes rolled as the youngsters kicked up their heels, and carved deep half-moons of earth from the ground with their tiny hooves. Ozone hung heavily like a veil on the morning, and all at once the galloping band of foals faded into the misty dawn just as they had appeared; their distant thunder weakening with the outlines of their silhouettes.
For a long while, stillness reigned. The first rays of sunlight cast everything they brushed in quiet incandescence. Large, fuming billows of mist fought the sudden onslaught of light with a storm of fury, shuddering as slowly the dampness was torn from the earth and thrust into the upper atmosphere. Sluggishly visibility regained the depths of its contrast as the sun moved higher and cast an equine silhouette forth from the center of the fading vapor.
The foal was tall, and sleek. Each one of her symmetrical blue legs extended and gathered her weight with agile prowess, covering ground at a mind blowing pace. Muscles in her quarters bulged with fitness as the sun loomed above. Casting the creamy forelock from her eyes with a lively head-toss the filly exploded into a gallop, the white breath from her wide, pink nostrils mixing with the dust from her heels.
Fancy started to slow down only a tad bit after starting the gallop. For she had seen a large muddy trail in the forest. I looked so enticing! But what would Dorian say if she had gotton her pelt dirty? 'Maybe he wouldn't mind. After all, I was just running so I am a tad dusty.' She picked her way over in front of the trail. Of course her sweet mother wouldn't mind, for she was always nice. She pirked her ears to make sure Dorian was nowhere to be seen. She jumped up, all four hooves off the ground, and landed with a large thud. Mud sprayed up everywhere and the filly smiled with excitement. Fancy squealed and rolled in the mud. She felt all four legs fly up in the ir because of th joy. She couldn't believe what her father was missing. She shoved her head into the mud and the rest of her body followed, her whole body was slipping down the trail by no. She tried to stand up but slipped and slid down a couple more yards.
Suddenly she heard a whinny fom behind her. Dorian. It was hs call to get all of them back for some apples. She quickly stood up and ran farther down the trail. Thankfully there was a lake down there. She quickly jumped in and rubbed her muzzle with her hooves till her whole body was shining. Gently, she jumped out and went around the cleaner trails, picking up her fabulous gallop once more. Watching the Soquili run was like witnessing the painting of a masterpiece. Every beat of the heart, rippling of long silken mane, and bunching of streamlined muscles beneath a silken coat swirled with timed perfection, flawlessly blending each vibrant color into an animated work of art. It was an experience not many had the opportunity to witness, but was never forgotten by those who had. She quickly was out in the clearing again, looking flawless. "Great timing, Fancy. We have some apples over there." She smirked. And he didn't even know.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 2:50 pm
RP Contest Entry
Foal's Name, Gender: Calla (Greek meaning "beauty"), Filly
Prompt: #2
Entry:
The wind whipped through the trees just as thoughts whipped through Calla's mind. Beside her stood her sister, and in front of her two intimidating parents. A large stallion, an Alicorn Wind mix, looking perfect as always with his glossy coat and well-groomed hair, stood there looking very serious, a hint of love in his eyes. A pretty mare, flowers in her mane, translucent wings fluttering, stood looking very tired, as if she could wait no longer for an answer.
Calla had her gazed fixed on her sister. Her brother had gone off after choosing to stay with Dorian, their father, but her sister had yet to decide. You see, her parents had decided that it would be beneficial to their foals if they were to choose to either live with their mother, or live with their father. Both parents had very different personalities - and lifestyles.
Anolani, the foal's mother, was a very optimistic and uplifting mare. She was sweet and mild natured, and ecstatic at the thought of having foals. Dorian, the father of the foals, was very egotistical and... well... handsome. He thinks very high of himself, with good reason.
Calla continued to stare at her sister, until, finally, she spoke. "I want to stay with Mommy." It was very blunt, very straight-forward, very... confusing. In Calla's mind, she was just going to choose the parent who had no foals with them. Really, she was expecting her sister to stay with Dorian, not 'Lani. If that was to happen, she was going to choose to stay with 'Lani. But now, she was really forced to choose.
"Well?" Calla wasn't sure which, but one of her parents spoke, pushing her onward.
Calla didn't like this. She stared at the ground, thinking hard, her mind whirling. Her parents were forcing her to choose who she liked best, basically, and she didn't like it at all.
"You want me to choose who I like best?" Calla started to get angry, the pressure getting to her.
"Hon-" Anolani was cut off by Calla's fuming.
"No! I won't choose! I love you both! It's unfair to make me, and my siblings, choose! It's just not right!"
"Call-" Dorian had an angry look on his face, ready to scold Calla for her sassiness, but Calla kept on going.
"I won't choose! I won't! I won't! I'll go off and live by myself! Never to see you both again!" Anger flared in Calla's eyes, apposed to the sympathy that showed in 'Lani's.
"Calla, please, calm down..." Anolani's soothing voice seethed into Calla's ears, but it didn't help one bit. Except for the yelling. That ceased.
"Mom, no. You don't understand. You can't understand. There is no place with you, or with Dad. I must go. Goodbye..." Calla nuzzled her mom, then trotted over to nuzzle her father. She then nuzzled her sister, as her brother was still nowhere to be found. "Goodbye." And with that final word, off trotted Calla. She knew her parents would find her in a day or two, but to be off on her own for a while would be good for her. She really needed to think it over. She was unsure which parent would be more benificial to live with, and a nice, long walk and a night out would do her good.
As she started her walk, she began to realize that she knew who she should go with. She knew that going with her father would be more benificial to her. In her heart, she wasn't all sweet and kind, she was more like her father. She loved to keep herself clean, and see her reflection in the lake. She loved to admire herself, and she loved to be admired. Being with 'Lani she'd just feel... out of place. But with Dorian, she'd fit in. And Calla liked to fit in. She liked it a lot.
((I hope it's alright that I took a different direction than the prompt kind of asked for. I hope it's alright that she didn't really pick and raced off, then chose. >> In the end she really did choose though, so I was thinking it'd be okay. XD If you (Surreality and/or Cuter) need me to do it the other way, just ask me and I'll hurry up and create another entry. Anything to better my chances! XD -shot-))
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 3:21 pm
Name: xXSakura_ForeverXx
Foal's Name: Fae
Foal's Gender: Female
Prompt: 2
Blue eyes welled with tears as the filly looked between her parents. On one side, her dad stood impatiently, waiting for an answer from her so he could get on with his life. On the other side, there was her mother, so different from her father. Her siblings had already chosen to stay with their moth. Dorian didn't seem to have a care and just wished Fae would hurry up and decide who she picked, and Anolani watch her young daughter conflicted on who to choose to go with. Fae's tail drooped and she felt her tears burst and stream down her face.
"Why?!" she exclaimed through her tears. "Why are you splitting up?! No matter who I choose, I won't get to see the other one!"
Anolani tried to comfort her filly in distress. "Things just didn't work out, that's all, Fae...."
"Mama!" She ran over and buried her face in her mother's side. "Don't leave me..."
Nuzzling her, Anolani spoke. "As long as you need me, sweetheart, I'll be here."
Dorian was getting annoyed. "Will you hurry up?"
Angrily, Fae yelled at her father. "If you cared, you'd give me time to decide! You'd be trying to make me feel better! But you don't care, so why should I care about you!" She hid her face in her mom's side again.
Dorian sighed. "I never planned on having a family, Fae. It didn't work out, and I need to go, we just have to go our separate ways..."
"So you feel leaving us is best?! How could you do this dad?! To me, to your family, and most importantly, how could you do this to mom??!!!" She shook her head. "I can't believe you."
Anolani was trying to stop her tears from falling., she didn't like this. It was hard on all of them. "Fae... please... Stop doing this to your father..."
"He doesn't care!" She snorted at Dorian.
Her mother couldn't stop the tears anymore. "Fae! Please! Stop it!"
"Fine. I'll stop. For you, not for him." Watery blue eyes glared at the winged horse on the other side.
Anolani nuzzled her daughter, then sadly looked at Fae's dad.
"I pick you Mom..." The filly's tears were still streaming and she just didn't try to stop them.
"I know, Fae..." Green eyes gave Dorian a sorrow look as she mouthed one last message. I'm sorry....
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