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Your Name: Rian-chan
Prompt you chose: 1
Temper you wish for your foal to have (doesnt have to reflect prompt just what would you like them to have if you win): Reckless
READ RULES, do not PM anyone _______ them or in the thread. What is the missing word?: discouraging
Prompt Response:

As the sun sank lower in the sky, finally hiding itself beneath the horizon, Ohanko pranced around his family anxiously. They were on their way home from their afternoon walk and he was still full of energy. Everytime he tried to run ahead his mother would call him back "Ohanko, stay with us, you don't want a Kalona or Skinwalker to catch you do you?" and he would turn, trotting back to them with a flair of attitude, and muttering about how neither of those things would possibly be able to catch him even if he run into one someday.

Finally he gave up on trying to stay ahead of them and let himself fall behind so he could run to catch up to them. After doing this a couple times he was lagging even further behind, getting bored with their slow pace when he finally did catch up to them. They were just barely in sight now as the darkness seemed to get thicker and thicker around him. He was about to break into a run again to catch up when a flash of white off to his left caught his eye, he stopped abruptly, turning and squinting into the darkness to see what had caught his attention. All he could make out was a tree with lots of leaves. Maybe whatever it was is hiding over there. he thought as he trotted up to the tree and circled it a few times. Nothing. That's odd... where is it? he wondered.

He snorted, frustrated that he couldn't find whatever it was that had caught his attention and was about to head back towards where his family had been when a loud Hoo hooooo startled him. Whirling around he scanned the land around him, still nothing, he stomped a hoof on the ground and snorted as if daring whatever was making the noise to come out and face him. All he got in response was another loud Hoo. Maybe it wants to know my name first? he wondered and before long he had made up his mind. "My name is Ohanko, who and where are you?" his voice was strong, no hint of fear or nervousness to be heard. What a bold little colt he was.

A flutter of white in the branches above him caught Ohanko's attention and he looked up to see an owl sitting on a perch above him. Hoooo hoo it called as it tilted it's head and stared at him. "Oh! Hello owl!" Ohanko called, smiling. Owls were some of Ohanko's favorite creatures to watch, they were very graceful and he envied them for their pretty wings. His curiousity satisfied Ohanko turned and began to trot off into the darkness only to realize he couldn't remember which way he'd come from and he couldn't see his family at all. "Oh... great... just great I've been left behind." he muttered but continued trotting along anyway. Eventually he'd stumble across something familiar. How hard could it be to find the little apple orchard his family was living in anyway?

Quite a while later Ohanko stopped and hung his head. It was very dark, he was hungry and he was lonely too. Where were all the other Soquili and more importantly where was his family? As he stood there, all alone and quite upset about it a familiar flash of white swooped past him. The owl! Seeing as Ohanko's attempts to find his family had failed he decided he may as well follow the owl. Breaking into a run he set off after the gorgeous bird which flew just above and in front of him as if leading him. Suddenly he heard voices calling his name, they sounded frantic. That's dad's voice! he was bolting now, pumping his muscles and moving as fast as his short colt legs could carry him towards the sound of his father's voice.

As he got closer he could make out his father and the rest of his family. "Dad! Over here!" he called and suddenly his whole family was racing towards him. The owl landed in the small tree nearby and watched as the family was reunited. Hoo hoooo it called before taking off and flying away into the night. "Thank you!" Ohanko called after the dissapearing blur of white.

Turning back to his family he answered all of their questions in turn, where had he been? What had he been thinking? Did he know how worried they'd been? His father looked down at him with relief filled eyes "Don't wander off again, that was quite enough excitement to last us all for awhile now lets go home." The large family set off, his parents in the lead and he was careful to stay right behind them. No way did he want to get lost again. Adventure was great but the loneliness of being lost was not something he wanted to experience again. When they reached the small apple orchard where they were living Ohanko settled down between his parents and fell into a peaceful slumber filled with dreams of owls and apples.

Good luck to everyone who has entered so far and any that will be entering

Your Name: Makette
Prompt you chose: 2
Temper you wish for your foal to have (doesnt have to reflect prompt just what would you like them to have if you win): Wandering
READ RULES, do not PM anyone _______ them or in the thread. What is the missing word?: discouraging
Prompt Response: The blinding light that spilled into the basket made Makai wish she hadn't lifted the lid with her muzzle. It was just so bright! The young filly wished to go back into the dark depths of her basket, where it was cool, and dark, and calming. This light... it was blinding, and hot, and not calming at all.

However, she knew, deep down, she couldn't do it. She couldn't stay in there. Makai was already far to big for the small basket and she needed to stretch her legs. The filly steeled herself for the blinding light and shoved the lid off with a great heave of her head. Makai sat blinking for a few minutes before struggling out of the basket.

It took time for her eyes to adjust before she saw it. The colors all around her. Her large eyes widened even more as she took in the bright colors. She struggled up, succeeding after numerous attempts. Then she started looking at all the colors. She walked up to them and peered at them, totally absorbed in her thoughts.

Makai pranced about, then looked for her parents. She found her father and said hello to him. Her eyes searched for her mother. She found her, standing aways off and trotted, albeit rather shakily, over to her.

"Hi Momma!" she said cheerfully. Her mother looked at her, but there was no responce, except a 'hello' in return. Makai watched her mother get up, look at her oddly and walk off, to be with the other fouls. It was if her mother didn't even remember her name.

Makai's world seemed to stop, speed up, and crash all at once. As a young foal, she was fragile. Her mind was a very fragile thing, and not something to be handled so roughly. The filly stood in silence, the colors and light around her lost to her sight. A small hatred filled her body; her mother remembered the other foals' names, but not hers. She suddenly felt jealous of her siblings.

She looked over at them and felt her heart grow cold. Her head slumped toward the ground as a cold, dark blanket seemed to cover her. For a moment, she began to think she was in her basket again, in the calming darkness. But, no, she was not. The blanket covered her, wrapping her up, sending her on a cold dark road. The jealousy and hatred died off as a dark feeling of loneliness filled her heart.

Makai kept to the edge of the group after that, keeping to her thoughts and her cold solitude. No matter how much she tried, the dark blanket would not shake off. Not even the bright colors could warm her heart. Everything was just so gray and bleak.

Just so gray and bleak....

Your Name: x fallen leaves
Prompt you chose: 02
Temper you wish for your foal to have: Emotional/Cautious/Melancholy (not sure what one but one of the three..)
READ RULES, do not PM anyone _______ them or in the thread. What is the missing word?: discouraging
Prompt Response:

Darkness. Seclusion. Mumbled voices from outside of the basket were heard as the foal lied in her basket. Soon, very soon it would be time to escape the cramped basket and appear into the real world and finally seeing her family. As much as she couldn't wait to get out of this entrapment, there was a part of Cheyenne that wished she could stay here forever. A part of her that just couldn't bear to leave. The basket was her home as it provided her with warmth during cold nights and keep her dry at mother nature's worst and she knew it would be weird having to adjust to such new things. But all good things must come to an end. In her case, however, the end is only the beginning.

Gently, she nudged the top of her basket. Wiggling ever so slightly, it appeared as though the lid had no intention on coming off. Chocolate orbs blinked slowly as she stared at the lid for a moment, ears erect slowly and twitching. She tried once more and once again it refused. A glare was shot at the lid and she snorted softly. With flanging lims and pushing the lid with her snout with greater force, she eventually got the opened her basket and lied silently on the lush grass. The new sun's warm rays beat down upon her as she lied and a gentle breeze drifted past her taking her tiny mane along for a ride. Her ears twitched at the new sounds around her. Birds sang their songs high in the tree tops. Puffy clouds moved their way across the sky lazily. Water gently flowing down a stream and gargled as it went down. The grass smelt of dew that still remained from that morning. This world was strange and quite different, to say the least. And her curiosity did not hesitate to kick in. With waggling legs, the foal was quick to stand and without much hesitation. She shook her shaggy, bay baby coat and wobbled onward allowing her legs to direct her onto her new adventure into the world. Butterflies danced around her and she couldn't help but giggle. I wonder what those things are. She thought. Those there. Those things that are moving. Maybe that's what makes the creature dance. I wonder where you get them. I'll ask mummy what they are. Her gentle orbs danced with the butterfly as she observed it quietly trying to remember the pattern and moves it made. Clumsy legs flung this way and that as she tried to copy the butterfly's dance. She hit the floor with a thud only to laugh and get once more. "Hey, come back here," she said as the butterfly danced off. The sun kept her warm as she followed the butterfly for the remainder of the day.


It was quite a lovely afternoon. The sun's rays were warmer than ever and the sky was as clear as the seas. Not a cloud was to be seen. Gentle winds here and there blew cross the lands leaving the leaves on the trees to shack and for some, it had meant the end for their life on the tree; breaking free from brown branches and fluttering slowly down to the Earth's floor. It had been a week since Cheyenne broke free from her once happy little home in the basket and adjusting to the new world came second nature to her. She explored every inch of land that was around and she even made a friend or two with the woodland creatures. "Okay so this is what we're going to play," she spoke as she looked at the fawn who stood in front of her. "We'll play hide-and-go-seek," she said with a smile. "I'll hide and you go seek," she added. This particular fawn was one of her best friends that she had come to meet. Cheyenne, for as much as she loved them, tended to shy away from her family and felt she was better off playing with her woodland friends rather than with her siblings. She was soft spoken towards her family and never said what was really on her mind. Plus, she never really stayed to have some family time for she was always wondering off with her friends. "Go ahead and count," she said with a smile. With a snort she dashed off to find her hiding spot hearing her friend's counting voice drifting off in the distance.

A peculiar, unfamiliar smell reached her opened nares as she crouched down in the bushes. It had been some time she was hiding in the bushes and grew worried for her friend. The once clear blue sky became dark and gloomy as large clouds made their way comfortably in the sky and hiding the once shining sun behind it. The change didn't seem to the bother the young filly as she made her way out of the bushes and back towards where she had left her friend but it came to be weird as how once a lovely afternoon came change to a dark one in such a matter of moments. Shacking her head, she put aside that thought and the smell grew stronger. What is that? She thought to herself. Whatever it is, it's burning my nose. It's disgusiting.

Body shacking. Eyes wide. Is this a dream? The filly thought. There in front of her, was a sight that no filly wanted to see. A clay colored equine with large wings and curled horns stood hovering over the lifeless corpse of her once good friend. The smell of death surrounded the land. It was stronger than ever and made the foal sick to her stomach.The equine torn ruthlessly at the body and kept it's head down, enjoying it's kill. How could this happen? She thought in disbelieve, watching her head being eaten. If only this was actually a dream. The Kalona's ears twitched and it's head lifted slowly. Snout stained red as it caught glimpse of the dumbfounded foal. "Ah," it hissed with a smirk. "My my, what do we have here?" It's bitter voice sent chills down the filly's spine.

Come on legs work! She watched helplessly as the Kalona made its way towards her. She wanted to run. Oh how she did. But her legs just wouldn't budge. "Who, who are you?" She asked with a trembling voice. "What did you do to my friend?" She added almost demanding. The kalona smirked at the hint of demand in the filly's voice. "My aren't you the brave one? Demanding answers from a Kalona like that" she said with cocked eyebrows. "I am Serafima and you're friend is quite delicious may I add," she said with a cackle. Kalona? She thought for she wasn't quite familiar with them nor did her parents mention them. "Why?" she asked. "Why did you do that to my friend? What did she ever do to you? She wasn't suppose to die. This isn't suppose to happen. Your just a big meanie," she said holding back tears. The Kalona couldn't help but grin as she couldn't feel what the foal was feeling. "You poor fool," she spat. "You thought this world was all fun and games. Everyone is all happy and cheerful. The sun and flowers have smiley faces or something like that," she said with a shrug. "Didn't you? But the world is quite the opposite. This world is filled with death and Kalona's such as myself bring death to this world. Death will come to you as it did for your friend so you can tell yourself this wasn't suppose to happen as much as you want. Your friend did nothing but be delicious. But hey, she couldn't help it. You too are delicious but luckily, I've had my full," she said through a sly smirk.

From the distance, Tet's voice was heard as she called for Cheyenne. "Cheyenne 'eh?" Serafima said with a grin. "Why then. Heed my words Cheyenne and just remember. The world is not always happy and cheerful place to be," she said. With that, the Kalona disappeared into the darkened sky. Cheyenne stood silently as she took in what the Kalona said, chocoalte orbs narrowing over towards her friend. Her one and only friend. Gone. Tears builted up inside although she refused to let them out and a mix of hatered towards these so called Kalonas and sadness for her friend now filled her once happyself. This was the day her she would always remember. The day when her whole world turned upside down. The day her friend had was killed.

With a sigh, she turned and walked away to return back to her mother.

Your Name: RaiMidori
Prompt you chose: 2
Temper you wish for your foal to have (doesnt have to reflect prompt just what would you like them to have if you win): Fallacious
READ RULES, do not PM anyone _______ them or in the thread. What is the missing word?: Discouraging
Prompt Response: （（In this entry, the foal was presumed to be male））

Cold. Cold, cold, cold.

You don’t understand the meaning of that word until you are left in a wicker basket for days on end in the height of winter. The world carries a muffled sound; hooves clacking, something rustling, a tentative tweet of much-too-late birds. The snow creeps in small holes between the dry grasses and is both salvation and destruction for the parched tongue inside.

It is time.

He has known this for quite a while now- ever since his hooves had begun to push at the sides of the basket, ever since his back felt cramped, weary from being pressed into such a small space. Yet, he cannot go out. There are a myriad of sounds –muffled sounds, cold sounds- but none of them belong to his mother, that he is sure of. His mother will be tender, and he will know, he will surely, definitely know.

There is nothing for him out there.

When the wet, white substance pushes into his basket, he licks at it until his tongue is no longer parched but frigid, he licks at it until it creeps out of his rickety cage like a monster with its tail tucked between his legs. He tries to laugh, but a sickly sound escapes him, instead, everything inside of him desolate, crumbling.

He stays like this for days on end, but no one comes. Occasionally, hard footsteps echo, and they are militarily brisk, cruel in their sound alone. He lets himself breath, but nothing more, for fear of what could happen in those hands.

It is morning when he cannot take it any longer.

The smells are stark on his senses; dead grass, dying night and meant-to-be-dead leaves that are still lingering from the last of autumn. He swallows hard and feels a thunderbolt of pain through his ankle.

He has had enough.

It is harder than it had seemed- the snow that had buried the casket was piled up high and wet, making his skull ache as he pushed. When a crack was visible, white would tumble in, like the frozen innards of some greater beast into his safe hollow. He set his jaw defiantly as he nudged and kicked, until, at last, the lid broke free and down came the crash, blocking his mouth, his nose, sending him into a flailing, thrashing mound of pure will-

Livelivelivelive-

Black set in on either side of his vision, and it felt like an eternity before he could see a brilliant, oxygen-starved blue and something whooshed into his face almost instantly. He gulped down the air greedily, too spent to look around.

But there was definitely something there- an audible crunching noise that echoed through the expanse. His eyes flew open.

It was a Soquili. It wasn’t an adult, but his carriage was confident and strong. The foal swallowed, unsure of what to think. It couldn’t have been his father… his brother, maybe? Had they come to find him? He couldn’t speak, but somehow the other horse seemed to understand. Instead, he trotted forward a bit, tripping over the smallest of snow clumps, like a rag doll.

The older horse made no move to help.

The foal looked up and something caught his eye- unlike his own, flawless pelt, the stranger’s was riddled with scars and dirt, as if he had been in many fierce battles up until now. The young one felt his face twist with concern, but the older horse did not respond.

They stood there, the two of them, until the older, larger one finally made a sound.

“Lucky child.”

And at that, the foal tilted his head; the words seemed alien to him, but the young man had a jealous sort of smile, and the younger felt a pang of desperation ring through his ears. The man wanted what he had, except he could not give it to him. He looked himself over.

He didn’t look desirable at all; those weeks in that basket had guaranteed that for him. Yet, in those flaxen eyes, there was a sense that what he held was most precious of all.

“They will be coming for you soon. You want that, don’t you?”

His voice was gruff and melancholy, and he looked towards the mountains, as if to indicate something. The foal shook his head, no. He didn’t understand a word of it.,

The man continued on.

“You will be sheltered, always. A time will never come for when you have to fight. You will never make a promise that you would love to shatter, you will never lose a piece of yourself.”

His eyes half-lidded as his tail swished behind him. His body was thin, the foal noted, and his ribcage jutted from his frame startlingly abruptly.

His ears flicked back and forth as he caught the sounds of something approaching.

“Here they come now,” he laughed dryly, and trotted off without another word. Behind him, faint droplets of blood, like jewels, lay encased in the snowy trail he left behind.

Whatever he was trying to say to him that day, he never understood. But the sight of that man’s longing eyes for his life that, up until then, seemed so trivial and unworthy of what he had to overcome, was suddenly an object that he didn’t want, anymore.

When his family found him, they seemed mechanical, anything but real. He felt caged, insecure where he should have felt the safest. Secretly, he wished for a life like the stranger’s, full of adventure, blood, conflict.

That very stranger died the same night.

Good Luck once again! <333

Best of luck to everyone.