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 Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 6:46 am
username: cursedandwandering
entry for: Corsola
response:
"You do know that I'm coral based, don't you? Well that means I'm evolving everyday! Hah! Everyone always pitied me for not evolving, but look at me now! Not that it matters, the only reason they evolve is because their original forms were hideous, it's not even true evolution, EVER HEARD OF PLASTIC SURGERY?!... No I'm not in denial!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 6:57 am
Prompt for Corsola Corsola: You don't evolve. Discuss. Corsola:
"Practise makes perfect"
that´s what they tell me after they evolve,
but unlike them,
I was just born flawless
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 7:01 am
Name: Kairin
Entry for: Heatran
Answer!
Who needs to touch when you can stare and follow |3
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 7:27 am
Name: elvyralani
Entering for: Corsola
Response: I've been quite depressed ever since I have learned that my trainer never wants me to evolve, though I am not sure if I can. She never said it directly to me but I have the feeling. Just the other day, after I had won a battle, I felt this surge of energy. Perhaps I am evolving, I thought. Though just at the moment I heard this strange continuous tapping noise and my trainer was murmuring something to herself. That tapping shall forever haunt my dreams, along with my trainers voice going 'B, B, B, B, B, B.'
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 8:26 am
Name: Lilly_Foxx
Entry For: Heatran
Temper: JadedPrompt: Prompt for Heatran You were born intensely hot. So hot, in fact, that you inflict painful burns upon others by your mere presence. Because of this, you have grown up living a lonely solitary life. How do you feel about the circumstances you were born into? Are you resentful of those who can touch things and others without a fiery consequence? Are you saddened by your seemingly lonely fate? Angered? Discuss.
“You freak!” He bit, his deep, gravely tone grating against his throat. The male’s heavy tail lashed in anger and his fire-y mane blazed brighter, crackling with its intensity. “They run from you like you’re a monster…like you’re a disgrace to Soquili kind.” He said. His lips rolled back into a snarl. “They hate you! And you know what? I think I hate you too! They can’t look past you so why should I?” He hissed.
”F*ck them! And may they go to the hell, in death, that I live with on earth! F*ck you too! It’s your fault! All your fault!” The stallion’s eyes narrowed. He tossed his head in anguish, reared onto his hinds and brought his front hooves crashing into the puddle which began to sizzle and evaporate in a cloud of steam. He hung his head, ears pinned back. Tears collected in the corners of his eyes. As soon as they touched his stony flesh a soft hiss assaulted his ears as small puffs of steam floated in front of his now glassy eyes. This steam was constant now.
This was his life. No matter how much he cursed his body and told it he hated it; he was stuck with it. It would not change for him. He was destined to be alone.
Destined to not be able to shed tears…
Destined to eating ashes…
He wondered what he had done to merit such a purgatory. He could only assume hell would be worse, somehow. He wanted to love, to laugh, and to enjoy another’s company.
Ashes to ashes…
Dust to dust…
Let what came from the earth return to whence it came.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 8:45 am
Entry for: Heatran
Soquili Name: Lazarus
Prompt:
Even the land itself was parched and scorched as if the spirits themselves had abandoned this patch of land. The water was foul, bubbling and smelled of sulfur. The soil was cracked and hard. The only things that grew in this godforsaken land were lichens that spread over the rocks like some disease, and the strange blooms in the waters that were like mockeries of the delicate flowers of the fields.
It was fitting, Lazarus often thought to himself, that this was the place than he called home. For it was perhaps the only place that he fit in. His smoldering, rocky pelt and bulky frame almost fit in with the scorched land here. The foul water could not be polluted by his presence. His burning presence could not kill tender grasses that nourished other creatures, nor set off a fire that would consume forests.
Everything seemed to shirk his presence. Even the basket that had wrapped his tiny form when he was but a foal was eventually consumed in fire heralding his second birth. He did not fight his way out of it like most foals. And unlike most other foals, there was no mother to greet him.
The spirits must have abhorred the foal, for they had placed such a curse upon him. Never could he get close to another lest he cause them pain. He couldn't even live among them without being a blight to the land.
Lazarus would have called himself lonely, except he knew nothing but loneliness. All he did know was that he ached, hurt, and longed for something that he did not fully understand.
When he was younger, he used to watch. Perched on rocky ledges where he did not cause pain to the land. He watched them play and cavort, laughing and chatting. He picked up words here and there, but when he tried to use them to interact, it did not matter. He saw the fear in their eyes, and heard painful words - Kalona-spawn, Freak, demon.
It didn't seem to matter who he met. Even those that might first turn a kind eye to him soon changed their story when they saw the dead grass under foot, and felt the waves of heat emanating from his body.
It became too much. Too painful. He cried to the spirits to at least answer him - to tell him what he had done to deserve this fate. To tell him who he was, and what he was supposed to do. But the skies, cruelest of all, were silent.
And so, Lazarus seeking a place, and beaten by the words of others, took upon himself the mantle of the demon, the beast. Like the story he had listened to from afar of the fox and grapes, he began to grow bitter, disdainful of the others around him. He could not be with them, and so they were not worth being around. At least, so he told himself. He was a monster to them, and so a monster he would become.
Eventually, in his wanderings, he found a place that seemed to be made for him. Maybe the spirits had finally shown him home. A place as parched and dead as he began to feel inside. There, sometimes the ground would spew forth an acrid, boiling water. And sometimes, even, the mountains themselves would cry a boiling rock. And it was from this rock that Lazarus shaped himself his mask. If they called him a demon, a kalona, than at least that was something: a name, a meaning, a word. So he shaped fearsome horns, teeth, and a heavy brow and wore his mask like the fate he felt had been laid upon his shoulders.
And when others found his home... he no longer bent knee or begged for approval. He was tired of the hurt, the rejection that he knew would come. Instead, he took control now - pushing them away before they had the chance to hurt him. He was the monster now that they had made him.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 9:52 am
Username: ChaosTheories Entry For: Corsola Prompt: Prompt for Corsola Corsola: You don't evolve. Discuss.
"Only those who think they are imperfect, who think that they are ugly or weak or worthless ever worry about evolution." She said calmly, like she was talking to someone who wasn't quite on the same intellectual level. "Now you're probably going to turn around and say something about my beauty. Well, I won't deny that I'm pretty, but wouldn't you rather be appreciated for who you are, not what you look like?" The mare shook her head. "Evolution doesn't change who you are inside. If you think you're worthless, for example, you will feel the same way even after you evolve. Not at first, maybe, but it's just a matter of time before you realize that you are really not much different, except in appearance." Then she laughed, a loud but happy sound. "Unless you happen to be a magikarp, of course!"
She quickly stopped laughing. "But seriously, I'm happy with myself. Not only because I AM beautiful, but because I like who am too. I am getting so sick of people pitying me, or even worse, MOCKING me just because I'll stay the same forever!" Corsola looked angry again, her brows furrowed in a distinct frown. "Like I have some kind of flaw. Well, I have news for you, all you Charizards out there. I'm a Water/Rock type, and I could easily kick your fiery a - Oh, excuse me for getting carried away!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 9:54 am
Name: Pai Pai
Entry for: Corsola
Temper: Content
Prompt: You don't evolve, discuss.
"Perfection doesn't have a next stage, obviously. What would I want to evolve for? Would I get bigger spine-things? I'd hate that! These things are hard enough to keep perfect as it is. Bigger ones? hell no. Do I want to get older? No. Forever young is an awesome song. That song is my damn theme tune, mine is better then Batman's."
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 10:38 am
User name: Cut_Me_Coffee
Entry for: Heatran
Temperament: Resentful
Prompt:
Quote: You were born intensely hot. So hot, in fact, that you inflict painful burns upon others by your mere presence. Because of this, you have grown up living a lonely solitary life. How do you feel about the circumstances you were born into? Are you resentful of those who can touch things and others without a fiery consequence? Are you saddened by your seemingly lonely fate? Angered? Discuss.
I stand off, watch others touch, watch them feel. Yet I stand here, angered, resentful.. Full of hate for them. They're stupid creatures. Who needs to touch another? I wasn't touched, nuzzled, offered affection from my mother. I learned quickly not to let that bother me. I have things they don't. Intellect. Modesty, humility, chastity. They're mindless breeding machines who only look for the best looking mate to have those little clones. I'll be the last of my line. I don't care about procreating. I wouldn't wish this upon anyone else despite how much I despise them. If someone tries to get to close, I step closer, scorching them, teaching them a lesson. Who needs the normals? I prefer my solitary life I believe that.
Though, there are times I feel the pang of jealous stabbing me in the heart. There might be times when I wished I could touch someone else. Mainly to see how much I'm missing. To see what all the hype is about. The feeling of someone else's muzzle pressed against you, the soft whisper of breathing on your mane... If I had one that wasn't made of fire.
I can't do that, though. Unless someone quenches the fire that burns over me, in me, through me... Nothing good will come of being in my presence. No one wants to be, anyway. I'm not the nicest horse in the field, or so I've been told.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 10:40 am
Name: Silent Spy
Entry For: Corsola
Prompt: You don't evolve, discuss.
"I have to disagree. I've evolved greatly since I was a child.
When I was young, I never needed anyone. And making love was just for fun. Those days are done. Livin' alone, I think of all the friend I've known. When I dial the telephone, nobody's home.
I'm all by myself. I don't wanna be all by myself anymore.
Its hard to be sure. Sometimes I feel so insecure. and love so distance and obscure, it remains the cure. I'm all by myself. I don't wanna be all by myself anymore. I'm all by myself, I don't wanna live all by myself anymore.
When I was young, I never needed anyone and making love was just for fun. Those days are gone.
I'm all by myself and don't wanna be all by myself anymore. I'm all by myself and I don't want to live, oh, don't to live by myself, by myself anymore, oh. I'm all by myself and don't wanna live, I never, never, never needed anyone."
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 12:07 pm
Name: Kira of Flames
Entry for: Corsola
Prompt: You don't evolve; discuss.
Response:
Well, I suppose it's rather comforting to know that I'll always stay in the same form in which I've grown comfortable in.... though it's a bit disheartening since many of my friends are going to be able to experience that strange sensation of metamorphosis. I will, however, always know my own strength and weaknesses and not have to worry about suddenly being caused pain by something that once was pleasurable. That happened once, you know, to a dear friend of mine; it was a terrible terrible thing to have someone go through….
In a way though, I’ve been blessed; I’ve been genetically created in a way were I am perfect enough to not need to evolve in order to survive in the wild. On top of that, I feel honored; it makes me feel that much closer to the graceful legendaries who, may I remind you, also do not evolve. Of course, others will argue against how ‘perfect’ I really am by comparing me to other pokemon, but to me, that would be like comparing apples to oranges. How can one say one species is cuter than another will all certainty, since there would obviously be outliers in each species, not to mention the fact that it all matters on whom is doing the comparison, since each individual would be biased….
Oh my, it seems I went off on a bit of a tangent, my sincerest apologies. Well, in short, I’m quite content with not having to evolve, and I rather bask in the glory of it.
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 1:23 pm
Name: Aniira
Entry For: Corsola
Prompt:
No evolution means only having to go through puberty ONCE.
"Yes... I think that I am quite alright with that."
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 1:35 pm
Name: ShtrDrNGry
Entry For: Corsola
Prompt: "You don't evolve, Discuss."
Response:
I'm not entirely sure I see that as a bad thing. Most evolutions are a bit unflattering to the Pokemon type anyways - And I quite like the way I look.
If it's a matter of whether or not I'll get bigger...Well, as a coral Pokemon, I could just bud new Corsolas off of my sides, then those Corsolas could do the same, and before anyone knew it, I would no longer be but one little Corsola, but a hundred million little Corsolas.
And that would be better than any evolution!
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 1:35 pm
Entering For: Corsola
Username: Ruler of Everything
Name: Maisie
Meaning: "Pearl" (Inspired by the strings of pearls intertwined in her mane)
Temperament: Scatterbrained
Response:
Brows knit in confusion, Maisie looked thoroughly perplexed. Cocking her head at an angle she opened her light pink-colored lips to speak. After no words escaped her mouth, Maisie closed her lips, thinking better of it. She pressed her lips together in deep thought, and after a few minutes of mulling over the subject she smiled and opened her mouth to finally allow words to form. "Wait..." She said, trying to understand. "What's eh-vohl-vo? Is it like... uh..." Lost in thought again, Maisie's mouth closed.
Quite a bit of time passed before Maisie dared to open her mouth again, thinking about what she was going to say. "Is avolvo like... being an adult? 'Cause it kind of sounds like adult. Eh-vohl-vo..." She pronounced the last of the sentence by stretching out her lips and stressing each letter as needed. "Ad-uhl-tuh..." Doing the same thing for the second word for comparison, Maise smiled and nodded her large head, mane bobbing up and down with the motion. "It works! You see? So uh... I do avolve. I have already avolve...d, actually... See?" She moved her hooves just so, so that she could spin her body around, and not quite gracefully. "I am avolve! So... there's nothing to... diss-kis, is there?" Smiling with satisfaction, Maise asked, "Any more questions?"
((Maise pronounces "Evolve" like "A Volvo," and "Discuss" like "Discus." Get it? AHAHA. xD))
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Posted: Wed Apr 22, 2009 1:51 pm
Entering For: Heatran
Username: Ruler of Everything
Name: Keahi
Meaning: "Flames" (Inspired by his appearance, obviously. xD)
Temperament: Equable (Purposely the opposite of what you'd expect from a magma-inflicted creature like Keahi)
Response:
Mulling the question over quickly, Keahi started his response. "Yes, well..." He trailed off as he continued to think, flicking his tail about boredly. "If a mare needs physical closeness to be attracted to me, she's not the one for me. I need someone who I share a strong emotional connection with. Really, I'm not out looking for a nymphomanic - I want a good-willed gal who will be with me when I need her. Sure, I can't have any foals..." Keahi trailed off again, frowning. I can't have any foals, he thought sadly, but maintained his 'cool' and kept on with his answer. It wasn't like him to dwell on silly thoughts like that. "But I'll have to deal with it. As long as I have a great mare in my life, I want nothing else." Keahi smiled a tad, happy with his answer. Of course, not being able to have foals with the mare of his dream put a damper on his day, but if he found a mare who wouldn't mind that small detail, he would be fine. Right?
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