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 Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 2:33 pm
Username: Mewsings of An Angel
Number of Soquili owned: 2 (3 if up and coming customs are counted)
Who will take care of this basket: My nameless rainbow kirin (who is in process of being made)
Fetish Entry:
"'tis a purty basket." Her voice had a soft rasp to it, as if she had been crying. When she had spotted the basket, her mind had wandered, her attempt at remembering what it was like in the basket, like the one before, forgotten.
"I see a purty little boy in here. With bright earthy eyes and dark skin." She tossed her head a small bit, just a slight movement. "He's got yur hair, lady..." She looked at the mother with a smile, "I'm near pos'tive he's got it." She sniffed cautiously at the basket, taking in the smell.
"What do you look like, lil one?" She murmured, nickering softly. She tilted her head too and fro, trying to think, "Your mark'ins, sir." She looked at the father, "'Tis a purty chil' if I may say, with a big heart to boot." Her smile grew wider as she laughed, "what a chil' it be!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 3:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 8:13 pm
Good luck everyone! 3nodding
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 8:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 8:25 pm
Best wishes, everyone! n__n
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 8:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 9:33 pm
Always shoot for the Moon... Much luck Ya'll ^.^
...because even if you miss you'll land in the stars.
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 9:42 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 25, 2010 9:48 pm
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Good luck guys!
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 12:37 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 12:47 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 1:08 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 10:29 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 10:00 pm
Winner Username: Ishtanballa Number of Soquili owned: 1 1/2 Who will take care of this basket: DeirdreFetish Entry: To say that Deirdre was nervous would be an understatement. The expectant gazes of the parents before her did nothing to ease the knots growing in her stomach. She could not blame them though, not with the excitement that must surely be building in their own guts. And all over the contents of a basket.
Not to discount the contents. She would never speak down of something as precious as a young life.
As if sensing the mare’s thoughts, and the attention of its parents, life stirred within the basket. A soft whinny emanated from within, drawing all of the attention of the parents away from the nervous nanny.
Deirdre heaved out a quiet sigh and gathered all of her thoughts. Now, how did she picture this child? Gender, markings, colorings, so many possibilities flitted through her mind that she had a hard time placing them all together. It was like a puzzle with moving pieces.
She slid her gaze to the basket.
Perhaps the best way to catch some of those pieces was to tackle them one at a time. With that strategy in mind, she closed her eyes and willed a picture to form.
“A filly.”
A hazy outline began to form in her mind. It wasn’t much, but at least it was a start. Conjuring images of the parents, she began to mix them together.
“The colors that make up her fur are the same as those that paint the night sky towards the end of sunset, just before night takes over the sky. Gray dominates while slowly darkening to dark blue as it goes down her body. A soft purple stripe runs along her back.”
Within the contours of Deirdre’s mind, a young filly began to frolic. The filly was almost complete, though she looked rather odd without a mane and tail.
“In contrast to her body, her mane and tail are the color of the sky on a nice sunny day. And long, much like her mother’s, so that it can dance in the breeze.”
Something was still missing, but what? As the question echoed within her mind, the frolicking filly stopped and turned its gaze upon her. The filly’s eye sockets holding nothing but a black abyss.
Startled, Deirdre’s eyes snapped open to lock with those of the mother’s. Unbidden, she spoke one last time, “She has your eyes.”
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Posted: Fri Mar 26, 2010 10:06 pm
Thank you everyone!!
There were so many beautiful descriptions. I loved to see how people tied a hint red into the foals description, or spoke of it's strength, beauty, etc. There was some poetic, almost song like descriptions out there. Quite lovely! I wish I had a dozen baskets to give away.
The reason I for one loved Ish's, is the image I got of a blank foal, until the mare was done describing the foal. Almost made me think of a blank canvas. Moon felt as if she wanted to join in the rp, and really liked it too!
Moon and I both picked our top three, and Ish was on each of ours. ^_^ The basket is yours.
Welcome to the family!
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