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 Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 1:13 pm
Paint it Red.
Username: [+Katch+]
Soquili's Name: Viol
Name Meaning: Viol is a type of stringed instrument, not quite in the violin family but close to it, producing similar sounds and hauntingly sweet melodies. I figured it appropriate for such a dark but beautiful family.
Personality of Soquili: Puzzling
Viol is an odd one, a mix of both of her parents in a way, but more attune to her father who wonders and worries about a great many things. So she's a bit of an odd ball, thinking the world is a big place full of puzzles and strangers. So with all of the puzzles and disturbing blood cravings to worry over, there simply isn't any time to be as sleepy headed as her mom. So she is a small insomniac, but understands dreams are pretty puzzling as well, especially when she has to tell them apart from the waking world. Why would you dream that? is this a dream? well that bug bite hurts so i guess it's not hmmm....Her hobbies besides figuring problems is related to her name, she loves music and often singsongs what she says.
Prompt Responce
Viol tilted her head to view her grand uncle better, recognizing the relation quite easily, her eyes glittering with the riddle, she loved things like this. When she could not sleep she came up with problems and broke them down, small now, but later she would be smarter and figure much harder riddles. She unlike her mother did not sleep much at all, she was most like her father, up and constantly thinking.
She wiggled her nose at him " I guess i am more like my father, only with simple things though, i am wide awake when mother is asleep and occupied with the puzzles in my mind as he is..." she nodded, pleased with her explanation, though her odd lust for blood was something definitely on the paternal side... that particular secret wouldn't be spelled out for THIS family member, so she said as plainly as she could " so i'm most like my father, though...he worries about silly things...i dont like pointless silly worries, mom says stress isn't good...i prefer to do puzzles and figures."
Why do you want this basket?: The whole family is gorgeous and intricate, but a loving family nonetheless, i love that. This basket just called to me, I delight in darker Soq who have interesting personalities and are not as maniacal as they first appear. This is a try to add one more with a lot more family connected to it to my lovable oddball herd <3
Thank you for the opportunity~!!
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 1:31 pm
Streak it blueUsername: Novablu
Soquili's Name: Lilith "Lil"
Name Meaning: 'belonging to the night'
Personality of Soquili: In a word: Sassy. In several words: Lil's a little bitter, and alot impatient. She wants things done now, thank you very much. She lives for adventure, lives to take control of a situation. She has her wicked moments, little ornery times... and Lil's got a taste for blood, and feels guilty about it, trying to keep it hidden, her dirty little secret. She's prone to full-blown panic attacks...but again, she bluffs her way through them.
Prompt Responce
Quote: Prompt 1: It's a lovely day, your siblings have gone to pester dad and mom seems to have fallen asleep standing again, stricken by a sleeping illness she seems to have had since she was younger she says. Suddenly graced with so much to do, what do you do, where do you go, and what kind of goods or evils are lurking in the darkness?
note: the other prompt-basket is "Saarka" in this prompt.))
"C'mon, REALLY?" Her voice was sharp and fluting, perhaps even beautiful if not a little squeaky. Lil really hoped the squeak would leave by the time she grew up. She watched as her Mom's eyelids fluttered and she swayed a little on her legs. In a moment, her head drooped and the soft summer's breeze floated past them, brushing fingers through Josephine's hair. Lilith let out a humongous sigh and pouted. Why did her mother constantly fall asleep in the middle of an epic tale?
Flicking her tail, she glanced around. Her siblings--Jenesis and Sethe--were with Papa. He was teaching them...oh, she really had no idea what, but something. Probably lame. She took in a deep breath, smelling the floral scent of the wind, then turned away. And where was Saarka? Baby blue eyes danced around, impatience nipping at her irises. Nowhere to be found. Probably...daydreaming somewhere. She was JUST like Mom. And Lilith... Lilith wasn't like anyone. The black sheep of the family, or so she thought.
"Just wait til I'm older. I'll kick butt." She bobbed her head, tossing her dark mane from side to side. It rippled in the wind and she picked up her speed, legs striking out at a quick clip. Of course, she was the cursed one in the family--all her siblings had wings and she? Haha, lucky her, she was like Mom. Wingless. Okay, so maybe she was a little bitter about the fact that she dreamed of flying, soaring through the air, and would never see the clouds or chase birds.
Birds. A wicked little smile curved her lips. She could chase birds if they were on the ground. Flicking her tail, she headed into the field only yards off, nosing through the grasses. They swooshed past her lithe body and she kept her eyes peeled for any sort of movement. There. She stiffened, body tensing. A small flock of doves pecked at the ground, making little coo-coo noises and being...well, brainless little rats with wings. But at least THEY could fly. Pinning her ears, Lilith crept forwards on light feet, careful not to overturn stone or crunch grass. Oh how wonderful it would be to float in the air and divebomb the little creatures. She was more like a wolf, stalking prey, than a proud horse.
A wicked grin and a war cry sounded as she leapt for them, galloping towards them, head thrown back in glee. The doves shrieked and fled for higher ground--all but one. One just sat there, blinking with fearful eyes as the bigger creature lumbered towards her. "Stubborn rat!" she barked, not slowing a bit, not until it was too late. Her hoof struck the tiny bird and the sick crack of bones filled her ears. Skidding to a halt, she backed up, peering down at the bleeding, broken bird. It gaped up at her, eyes filled with pain, and Lil's jaw slacked. "Oh...my. Oh crap!" She nudged it and its wing spread out in a silent plea, reaching up to her. Crap. Crap. Crap. She was a KILLER! No. Stay calm. She took deep breaths. Nudged the dove again. The wing fell, the eyes blackened.
She stared down at it for a long time. The soul slipped away, leaking out through the bird's pores and flitting into the wind. It tasted of melancholy and bitterness and Lil squeezed back tears. She nudged the bird once more, smearing her muzzle with blood. "Ew," she squeaked, shaking her head, but it was in her mouth, bitter, metallic. Pungent. Pausing, she licked her lips. ...But somehow, it tasted...good. She peered down at the bird, licking it. Flavors filled her mouth, making her heart skip. She glanced around, knowing she'd done something horrible--she was HORRIBLE for liking this! Like a dog, she lapped up the blood on the ground and nibbled delicately on a wingtip. Bones crunched between slightly sharp teeth... She was so lost in the flavor that she didn't realize she'd began to eat the creature until she saw Saarka looking down at her, horror on her face.
Lil's ears pinned and she snarled at her sister. How...How dare she intrude! Gaping down, she noticed the bird was only a mess of a corpse now, mostly laying hard in her stomach. "What? You're going to judge me, Miss Perfect?" she snapped, huffing.
Saarka frowned, looking at Lil with almost...pity. "I understand my dream now," she said softly, half-lidded eyes frowning as she looked down once more at the slain bird. "You are part of the Darkness," she said, then turned and walked away.
Lil quivered, half with fear and half with anger. What would Dad think? That she'd given in to bloodlust and she'd...eaten a bird. She'd killed it. She was a murderer. And yet, the hunger still thrived. "Keep it to yourself, or you'll be sorry!" she barked at Saarka's retreating tail. Her sister didn't respond. Lil huffed, puffed, and quickly picked up the bird. Hiding it in tall grasses where it might not be found, she kicked dirt over the blood-stained earth, then sprang for her siblings, panic lodging in her throat like bile as her internal mantra continued. Ohgod. Ohgod...
No. She would control this. This wouldn't get out of hand. So what if she killed a bird?
Just... She wanted more. Pressing blue eyes tightly shut, she fled for her father's side. She wouldn't tell him...not yet. For now, it would be her bloody little secret. Maybe she was more like her family than she'd given herself credit for.
Why do you want this basket?: Well the family is epic; I'm a huge fan of the line, and I'd love the plottage. Lil's a novel character of mine and I thought she might be fun to play as a Soquili smile Thank you for hosting this contest!
-------- Paint it Red.Username: Novablu
Soquili's Name: Saarka
Name Meaning: unknown, just a name I've always loved
Personality of Soquili: One word: Troubled. In several words: She's a gentle-hearted girl who is plagued by nightmares, usually starting off gentle and moving to a darker, twisted sort of realm that she's trapped in unless someone wakes her. She worries about her mother, not having wings, not being able to flee if she has a sudden sleep-attack, and she yearns to protect her family with everything she's got. Something's usually on her mind.
Prompt Responce
Quote: Prompt 2:Wandering around one day, you come across your great uncle, Remiel, who decides to delight himself with a little conversation. Leaning close, he riddles a question to you. Light in the clouds like father, or sleepy headed like mom. Are you the kind who finds themself tired suddenly like she is, or always wondering and worried like your father? How does this make you feel? I don't expect a huge explanation. . . you are just a child. How do you respond?
The clouds swirled around her, cotton-candy poofs of pink and blue and Saarka, starry-eyed, gazed through closed eyelids to the beautiful disaster around her. For a moment, she stood on slender legs and tiny cloven hooves, watching as the clouds funneled and twisted, forming a smile in the air. There was a soft rumble of thunder, and then a droplet of perfect ruby red landed on her muzzle of white. Another drop, and the sky let loose with a flood of bloody tears, the rain staining the tall grasses and her coat of gentle white.
Twisting, she watched as the torrents flooded the grounds, causing a calamity--the ones with wings fled to the air. Her father, brows furrowed in worry, took to the sky. Saarka's body jerked, head snapping to see her mother--wingless, helpless--thrashing through the blood-flood. Ears pinning back, she began to run, but the thick, sticky water clung to her legs, making her heavy, gravity pulling her down. "Mom!" she bellowed, her voice carried away by the wind. "Mom!" Her voice was filled with agony as her mother seemed to stop thrashing and just...sink. Sleeping. No. No! Please... With a whimper, Saarka pushed against the current, blinking away the rain. She was nearly there--please, just another few inches. She beat her wings, trying to lift her small body out of the flooded grasses, but she couldn't get air. "MOM!"
Her eyes searched the sky, ears pinned as she looked for her father, circling low and looking fretful. He shrilled her name, but the sound was lost as Saarka's head slowly dipped under the current, nostrils flaring as she sputtered. Pressure choked her chest and 'this is how it must feel to die' she thought with one final thrash.
Then nothing. Brightness. She blinked, looking wide-eyed into the dark gaze of uncle Remiel. She caught her breath, lunging to her hooves, wavering. Holy. Crap. Another dream? What was WITH her? She slanted a gaze to Remiel, who was looking curious. She flushed. "Nightmare... Well, daymare," she admitted with a small grin. Her heart was still racing as she butted her head against Remiel's chest. "I'm okay."
He smiled gently, then to her surprise, began to spout off a line that sounded strangely like a riddle. "Light in the clouds like father, or sleepy headed like mom. Are you the kind who finds themself tired suddenly like she is, or always wondering and worried like your father? How does this make you feel? I don't expect a huge explanation. . . you are just a child..."
"I'm both..." Saarka replied back, a little hesitant, unsure exactly what her great uncle wanted to know. "I..." She flared her single pair of wings, not yet strong enough to pull her into the air and carry her through the clouds. "I'm awake--I have to stay awake. If I don't...the Darkness comes. The Darkness speaks to me in pictures, uncle," she said, docking her ears and dropping her head. Her mother's silent screams floated through her head, drawing out a shudder. No. No. It was a dream, nothing more. "But...what if we're not always here? What if something happens and Mom...what if Mom falls asleep? Who will save her?" Her green eyes intensified.
He pondered for a moment. "Nothing is going to happen, Saarka," he said gently. "Nothing that your mother couldn't get out of. Able doesn't love your mom just for her looks, you know."
Saarka smiled, but her heart fretted. "Thanks, I think," she said, gazing skyward, to where clouds gathered thick and grey. The air smelled of rain... A shiver traced icy fingers down her spine and she offered a tight smile. "I'm going to go sit with Mom," she said, and took off, hooves striking the ground rapidly. She came upon her sleeping mother, eyes flickering behind their lids and pressed her face into Josephine's neck, breathing in her scent. She knew her mother was gone, lost in dream world...hopefully a better dreamworld than Saarka herself knew. Her heart swelled. "I'll protect you, Mom," she said, gazing heavenward as rain began to patter their pelts. "I promise..."
Why do you want this basket?: Well the family is epic; I'm a huge fan of the line, and I'd love the plottage. I've been wanting to use this name for awhile now, but haven't gotten a girl perfect for the name yet... Thank you for hosting this contest!
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 2:13 pm
Hold me Closer Tiny Dancer Username: Novablu Soquili's Name: Dulcet Amachi Name Meaning: Pleasing to the ear/melodious smile Personality of Soquili: High-strung - Dulcie, as she's known, is ADHD and very hyper, always on the move. She's a coiled spring, bouncing from one subject to the next. But she's always happy and tries to make everyone a friend--even Kalonas. She's like a border collie--needs a job to focus her energy and she'll probably become a crafter. Dulcie is also a kleptomaniac and collects 'treasures'. Prompt Responce(for the sake of the prompt, I'm going to make up an elder...because, let's face it, I would suck playing someone else's character!! :0 Hope this is alright! <3) There was a large circle worn through the grass of the field, the dirt plowed down and dusty. There was a shrill whinny as a little mare--small-boned and delicate with long legs--barreled around the circle like a race horse, head held high and tail arched like an arabian's. Her tiny hooves carried her faster than you could imagine someone of her build going, but she was young and full of spunk. This, also, was the way Dulcet Amachi panicked. "Ohcrapohcrapppppohcraaaaap!" she sang at the top of her lungs. And unlike her family, her voice was shrieky and off-tune. She couldn't carry a tune in a bucket with a lid on, but it never stopped her from trying. "Okay. Calm down, Dulcie, this is NOT the end of the world, right?" She hoped to hear someone say 'Right!' but it never came, just the chirp of birds. Okay. So she was out here, in the middle of freaking nowhere, without a guide. The elder she'd come with, Moranna...okay, well Moranna was gone now. Why? Well... Dulcie kind of wandered off. She'd gotten bored and needed a run, only to find herself lost. And alone. But at least it was sunny...right? A low crack of thunder boomed overhead and Dulcie let out a dramatic moan. "Oh NO! I'll never find what I need for my second bell now. Not if it rains!" She nibbled on her lip, then decided to break off from the dirt-circle. If Moranna saw it, she'd know Dulcie wasn't far. So the little mare took off, making a beeline for a wisp of smoke she'd seen through the trees. Surely...surely there was a teepee around here SOMEWHERE and she could find something freakin' epic for her second bell. Her first bell dinged and chimed happily, tied into her mane as she bobbed her head. Legs swept across the ground quickly as she drew nearer. And then she saw him--he was strange looking with a black pelt with arrows striped across his fur. Talk about an eyesore! Sprawled on his side, his chest rising and falling, he was passed out sleeping. His long, leonine tail lay still on the ground behind him...and dangling from his neck was a treasure trove of beautiful objects, glinting in the sun. Had she had fingers, Dulcie's would've been itching. "Ohgod... I want it!" she whispered to herself, inching closer. Her hooves padded gently on the ground and the stallion didn't wake. She breathed quickly, watching him for any sudden movements. A tiny, silver lantern hung on a ring of blue rope around his neck. If she could just...unhinge it... It would be hers. The second bell would be HERS! She squealed--then clamped her mouth shut. Eyes sliding to the stallion. He hadn't moved. Thank god... Inching closer, she lipped the lantern, teeth gentle as she worked it from its ring. For once, she wasn't a bundle of vibrating nerves, but her focus made her steel resolved. She bit back a "Yesss!" of triumph as the lantern pulled free and she skittered back a few steps. Omg. She'd gotten it. Yes, yes, yes--oh heck no. Peering up at her were two brilliantly orange eyes... "Um... Hello," she grinned at the stallion she'd just stolen from. He looked her up, down, and hauled himself to his feet, looking quizzical. "You look so familiar," he murmured. Her heart fluttered and she smiled again. "Um. I am Dulcet Amachi!" she announced boldly, bobbing her head. "And...I need this." He quirked a brow. "But it belongs to me." "Then can I have it?" "Uh...why?" "I need it. You see..." She began to tell a story, weaving a tale of extrordinary measures, about a princess who needed a lantern to save a prince and something about dragons. She forgot half of it before she'd finished with a flourish. "Please?" "No." "Pretty please with roses on top?" She batted eyelashes at him. He chuckled. "Really. What's the real story." She sighed and relented, telling him about losing Moranna and needing her second bell. He was smiling. "I once knew a pretty girl who carried bells in her mane. In fact...she looked kinda like you." His eyes smiled at her. "Her name was Melody." "Oh? My Mom's name is Melody! She's epic!" she said. Van smiled. "Then, miss Dulcet, you may take the lantern. Want me to help you find this Moranna?" Dulcet began to shake her head, then paused. Crap, if she didn't find Moranna before it started raining...she may lose her forever and never get home. She took a deep breath. "Okay. Yeah, I'd like that. Please, Mr..." "Van," he stated with a grin. "You can call me Van." He rose to his hooves, dusting off his coat. "You ready?" Dulcie grinned recklessly at him. "Think you can keep up?" And lantern swinging from her teeth, she bolted as fast as a strike of lightning--and to her surprise, he did too. _________________________ Do you RP?: Yes smile I love to RP and do in many shops. I'm also a fan of plotting with people and OOC rps biggrin I consider myself literate, as I'm also a novelist, but I vary--some days I can post long, beautiful poetic posts...and some days smaller ones. I always try though smile But I am forgetful! If we have a RP together, BUG ME! biggrin Example(s) of RP: One of my fave pairs <3 and An older RP with one of my fave charries How active are you in Soquili?: I mostly lurk in the main thread daily, and snag friends for RP via AIM or guild. I'm kinda intimidated around the main thread because I don't know anyone, but if you'd be willing to talk to me there, I'd talk with you! smile I'm just a little shy! Why do you feel you should get a basket/be picked as co-owner for a foal?: Cuz I'm awesome (xD Jk!) Because I need a kick in the rear to get back fully into Soquili and I've really loved this family and Dulcet seems so fun! Why do you want this basket?: I love this family--I'd hoped to win Melody myself, and even had plots with her with one of my stallions (the one in this prompt!) at one time, but RL got in the way. Though I will say, I'm glad Mecho/Melody stayed together; beautiful babies <3 --- Edited in:Username: Novablu Soquili's Name: Tempo Amachi Name Meaning: Beat/Rhythm Personality of Soquili: In one word: Unique. Tempo marches to the beat of his own drum, no matter what people say about him behind his back. He's confident, brave, and loyal and maybe a little blunt...but he sometimes does strange things. He has an obsession with water--be it rain, a river, or the ocean. He claims he can hear the mermaids sing their heavenly songs. He tends to wander off, get lost, and find his way home later on. As an adult, he'll be a hopeless romantic. Prompt Responce(for the sake of the prompt, I'm going to make up an elder...because, let's face it, I would suck playing someone else's character!! :0 Hope this is alright! <3) Elder Moranna's parting words were a one-two beat in his head, pulsing to the rhythm of his heart. "Stay close." Yeah. He tried...hopefully he could do his thing and find his way back to Mom and Papa. Did that mean he wouldn't get his second bell? The yearling colt frowned, shaking his head. His coat gleamed in the sunlight. At least it was still light out--Tempo had crap for night vision. His ears swiveled as the birds sang a chorus and he hummed along to their senseless tune. Though the only music was the chirps of the birds, the steady clip of his hooves striking the ground, and the pulse of his heart, Tempo's hips swayed as he did a little swooning dance. He probably looked drunk to passerby--in fact, a squirrel was giving him a 'what the heck' look, but Tempo paid it no nevermind. What did a squirrel know, anyway? What touched him, though, closer than the call of birds...was the scent of salt lacing the summer air. He breathed it in, letting the taste coat his tongue and fill his lungs. The ocean... His heart did a little flip. He thought of gentle blue waves lapping at his hooves, thought of the call of the water-people. Mermaids, whether or not they existed, were interesting. Maybe he would take a mermaid back to Papa, to get his bell. A grin spread across his face and Tempo picked up the pace. He loped easily along, a slight sheen of sweat slicking his coat, but the beach was soon within view. Sand dusted along underhoof and softened his steps and his heart skidded in his throat as his front feet splashed into the water. "Yes..." he cried happily, throwing his head back in a whinny. He waded until the water lapped over his back, pressing on either side of him, thrumming along with the rush of blood in his head. Yes, this is what he missed... He'd been here once, as a younger colt. He remembered the siren's call, the whistles of sea-birds. They shrilled happily, flying overhead. "Hello, birds!" he called. They eyed him. The water flowed gentle and calm, an easy-going lap against his sides. He waded out farther, until he was treading water, only his muzzle above the surface. He wasn't afraid though--he was filled with excitement. "Just a lil' deeper," he murmured to himself and his ears fell beneath the waves and he heard them: voices blending together, keening and musical and singing a song in another language, but Tempo was sure it was about happiness. It just sounded upbeat. Then he felt something brush against him. His hooves found the sand floor and he backed up slowly, gravity weighing him down, and found himself face to face with a strange little creature with fins in her hair. Her mane spiraled down in damp curls and at the hollow of her throat lay a sea-shell pendant, gleaming gold and glittering in the sun. "You're beautiful," he said to the mer-creature. "What is someone so young doing so far out to sea?" Even her voice was melodious, but concerned; motherly. Tempo grinned. "I'm on a journey. An adventure. I'm to bring something back to my father that we don't have around our parts," he said brightly, happily. "Would you come back with me? I've never seen anything like you!" The mare smiled. "What would I want to do on the land?" "Oh, c'mon, don't tell me you've never been curious about how we four-leggers live, yeah?" Tempo's eyes widened as he laughed. "We could have races. Or play hide and seek." He thought of Moranna...maybe she'd believe he was playing hide and seek with her. "Or tag," he said, feeling a pang of guilt. "Besides, I bet us land-havers have treasures you've never seen before." Sapphire eyes widened a fraction. "Perhaps. But is it waterproof?" "I dunno. You're gonna hafta see for yourself! I'm Tempo," he said, a proud tilt of his head. "Tempo Amachi." She smiled and tossed her curls, flicking ears as she waded with him out of the water. "Ariantha," she said. Together they struck the sand and Tempo was surprised to see Ariantha had four legs of her own. Her hooves shone in the sun and up her legs were fins. Her tail was a long fin too, with scales that gleamed. "Wow. What are you anyway?" "A Kelpi." She smiled. "And before you ask, yes, I can be on land. I can breathe air, just like you." "Was it you singing those songs? Underwater, I mean?" He slid his gaze towards her. Her eyes crinkled at the corners. "Did you like it? I wrote it. It's called "Eloquence"." She flicked her sleek finned tail and Tempo desperately wanted to feel the scales against his fur, but he refrained from asking; he just nodded fervently. "Maybe you could write me a song?" "Here?" And he nodded again. She shrugged. "Only if you keep beat. Can you do that, Tempo?" Her eyes twinkled as if she already knew he could. A broad grin spread across his face and together they wrote a song, Tempo's bell chiming the entire way there. And yes, he could keep a beat. _________________________ Do you RP?: Yes smile I love to RP and do in many shops. I'm also a fan of plotting with people and OOC rps biggrin I consider myself literate, as I'm also a novelist, but I vary--some days I can post long, beautiful poetic posts...and some days smaller ones. I always try though smile But I am forgetful! If we have a RP together, BUG ME! biggrin Example(s) of RP: One of my fave pairs <3 and An older RP with one of my fave charries How active are you in Soquili?: I mostly lurk in the main thread daily, and snag friends for RP via AIM or guild. I'm kinda intimidated around the main thread because I don't know anyone, but if you'd be willing to talk to me there, I'd talk with you! smile I'm just a little shy! Why do you feel you should get a basket/be picked as co-owner for a foal?: Cuz I'm awesome (xD Jk!) Because I need a kick in the rear to get back fully into Soquili and I've really loved this family and Tempo seems so fun! Why do you want this basket?: I love this family--I'd hoped to win Melody myself, and even had plots with her with one of my stallions at one time, but RL got in the way. Though I will say, I'm glad Mecho/Melody stayed together; beautiful babies <3
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 3:06 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 4:01 pm
Do I Make you Proud?  Username: ladyfirefox89 Soquili's Name: Hanihotoiro Amachi, nickname: Toiro (Most the time), Hani (every so often) Name Meaning: I looked up ‘musical note’ on wiki, and that is the name of all the notes in Japanese :3. Ha- C, Ni- D, Ho- E, He- F, To- G, I- A, Ro- B. Personality of Soquili: He will have the same personality as the female basket I am entering for. He is a scaredy cat when he is by himself. Thus, he doesn’t really like to be by himself. When he is with his family, he is usually relaxed and can bring himself to play and romp. That is when he shows off his brave side. He still gets afraid, but he feels with his family, he can do anything. When he is with friends, or others he has only met a few times, he is a little relaxed, but still a bit jumpy. He is short for his age, even though he is a year old, he is still only a little bigger then a new foal. The only thing that keeps others from thinking he is a foal is his well formed muscles. Not to say he is ‘buff’, but he just doesn’t look like he has the wobbly foal legs any more. When he is older, he will grow into a normal height, but for now he is still small. Also, when he needs strength to be brave, he just concentrates on the rock he got from his journey and that seems to help give him a little push of bravery. Mostly just enough to stop his legs from quivering around strangers. Even though he is scared, he almost always seems to have a way of doing what he set out to do. For example, if a stranger came and threatened his herd, he would run away but when looking behind him end up running in a circle and knocking over said soquili. Thus letting his father or another member of the herd able to capture or chase off the intruder. He will try to be a protector at first, to make his father and godfather proud. But in the end he will probably end up being a caretaker. Being more fit to watch over foals and keep them entertained then watching over the whole herd. Prompt Response Hanihotoiro sighed as his legs shook with slight fear. If this kept up, anyone he came across would think he was a new foal, though he severely doubted any soquili in their right mind would be down here. Here he was, thinking of ill-minded soquili in a dark, dank cave while he was supposed to be looking for something to bring back from his journey. He sighed again “If only I hadn’t gotten separated from Ikinya”. He meant to say it normaly, but somehow it just came out as a whimper with his breath shaken. He wiggled his rump. It seemed to be okay, even though he had landed on it from the fall. He had been out with Ikinya trying to look for something magnificent. Sure, he had found a few things that were pretty cool that he could have brought back. But he wanted his family to be proud of him. They all knew he could be a scaredy-cat when he was away from the family. He wanted them all to be impressed with how far he had gone to earn his bell. But he had fallen into a cave from a weak ceiling. And now he had been separated from Ikinya so she could find an entrance that didn’t involve falling. He gave a little chuckle, again annoyed that it only came out as a tiny squeak; he didn’t blame her for not wanting to go through that fall. He had been lucky he wasn’t hurt. He looked around now that he had examined all his body, and waited to see if Ikinya had found an opening yet. It seemed she had not. It wasn’t too bad in here, he decided, as he gazed at the cave walls. It seemed to go down a bit after the spot he had fallen. A fall from there surely would have hurt him. His eyes followed the contours of the wall and then he saw it. Rounded, small, dare he say weird glowing rocks near a small pond. His breath came quickly, catching in his throat as he backed up quickly. Not even realizing he was closer to the wall then he thought. His rump hit it and he yelped loudly, dropping to his belly and covering his head with his forelegs from the monster that was behind him. Or, from the monster he was sure was behind him. He stayed there shaking for a few seconds before using the technique his nerves had taught him. He uncovered his nose just enough to smell the air, still keeping his head protected against the ground. If there was a monster, hopefully he could smell it and run away before it realized he had bumped into it. He gave a soft noiseless sniff, trying to catch any small smell with his well trained nose. The air was thick with smell. More then he had realized when he fell and had been checking himself for damage. It was a deep rich smell, more potent then soil after a winter rain. If he had been with family, he would have been able to smile. ‘So this is what a cave smells like’ he thought to himself. He could smell the water from the small pond that lapped softly in the distance. Its water smelled clearer then he would have imagined. He thought it would smell of mold and decay, but this water smelled crisp and clean, like it had been kept from contaminants for centuries. His breath came out smooth, the first time since he had fallen through the roof. The calmness in the cave seemed to have seeped into him a little. And he hadn’t smelled any enemy. He opened his eye, peering through the opening of his legs before lifting his head slowly to look behind him. Breath came slowly out of him as he realized it was just the wall. But it seemed to have some of the glowy rocks in it as well. Huh, they actually looked kind of pretty from up close. Slowly, he got to his hoofs once more and turned around to face the wall. Even more slowly now, he reached out a hoof to poke the glowing rock. Oh! The glowing was coming from inside! The outside of the rock seemed to almost be clear, like fog. And he could see a kind of glowing green crystal in them. He blinked excitedly, almost forgetting he was still alone. He had found the thing that would earn his bell! Just wait till he showed everyone. This would surely be the best and prove his worth of being the first son of his basket mates. Sometimes he had doubted himself. Wondering if Mezzo should have been the one to protect them. But he knew that if he was with family, he could become stronger. And now with this rock, he could be even stronger. A reminder of the calm purity of the cave he had stumbled upon. Now he just had to get one of the rocks and find Ikinya. He chuckled again, magically it was less of a squeak now, and he wondered which of those two would be harder to do. And then he remembered the pond with all the glowing rocks next to it. He would just get one of those. And when he got home, he would wrap it with something and wear it around his neck. To prove the adventure he had had. He wondered if his family would believe him of the cave he had found. Or if they would appreciate the serenity of it like he did. He would share it with them any way. He loved this cave now and he wanted the family he loved to see it. As he slowly walked towards the pond, he saw these rocks seemed to be perfectly smooth with the same look to them. As he imagined wearing the beautiful stone a small smile came to his face, a miracle in itself. He was lucky that his godmother had not been there to see it though, for she would have mistook the twitching at his mouth for something else. He took the small rock in his mouth and froze when he saw the water ripple a little. Dropping to his belly again in fear, he chanted to himself “Ib’s ofay, I have my pwock, ibs ofay I have my pwock, ibs ofay ib’s ofay ib’s ofay!” And he told himself his rock gave him the power to look up. It was Ikinya! She had found him! He rushed over and nuzzled her with his head. “Lebs gef ouf of here!” And rushed a few feet before smiling sheepishly and realizing she had to lead the way. He loved his new found cave, but he was eager to get home to his family and the field. He wasn’t surprised when Ikinya asked about his slurred speech and the glowing rock on the way home and gladly told her how brave he had been. A small proud skip in his step. _________________________ Do you RP?: I try ^^;;. My laptop died and now I can only get on at the library. And the library hours have been cut to 4 days a week x__x. I mostly like to rp through IM’s<3. I tend to forget about guild rps in less a tag is pmed to me. But I try my best to remember<3. Example(s) of RP: A Lily Among Thorns, Zahra Rp *Non-soq*How active are you in Soquili?: It’s the only thread I go to x’3;;. Well, mostly anyways. I try to hit up WT every so often. Why do you feel you should get a basket/be picked as co-owner for a foal?: I absolutely love this couple. And I miss my Leo ^^;;. I think I would be able to rp and give it the love it deserves. Why do you want this basket?: I love the family<3. I would really like to be able to rp with Leo as part of the family<3. I admit, I do love breedings ^^;;, but I will try and rp him as much as I can<3. Without going insane I mean haha. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hold me Closer Tiny Dancer Username: ladyfirefox89 Soquili's Name: Remisolasi Amachi, nickname: Remi Name Meaning: Same like the males name, but this is all the flat notes in Italian. Re- C flat, MI- D flat, Sol- F flat, La- G flat, Si- A flat. Personality of Soquili: She is basicly the same as the male prompt, but in female form haha. She is a big scaredy. But she feels that as long as she has her family around, she can be brave. She loves to romp around and play with her older siblings. She tends to follow her sister from her litter around the most. Though she never seems to be far away from any family member.She is more of a cry baby, even though she doesnt mean to be. She is very sensitive. If she loses sight of her family, she starts to tear up until she finds them again. Also, if she doesnt get something she really wants, she starts to tear up and whimper. Its not that she is pouting to get what she wants, her feelings are truely hurt. So if the other soq gives in, she doesnt turn off the 'water works' imediatly, she cant. It takes her a few small sobs and hiccups to get her tears to stop from falling. Will most likely be a performer. Mostly a dancer, but also an ocasional singer. She is a very gifted dancer. Being able to feel deep emotions the way she does, it is easy for her to put her feelings into her dance. But if someone new joins in to watch, she often tends to get nervous and trip over her own hoofs. And if she trys to sing, her voice comes out as a squeek and she tears up, feeling like she has failed her herd and failed to show how great her herd is and what they can do. She is also quite shy, so if she meets someone new she most likely tries to mostly hide behind her family. She listens very well durring the conversation, ubt mostly she can only respond with nods or the shake of her head, an ocasional smile. If she giggles, she gets really embarresed and blushes deeply then tries to hide her face behind the nearest family member. Which is usually just right next to her.She tends to talk to herself when she is alone or gets lost and seperated from her family. It helps her from having bad panic attacks. She was once told her voice reminds others of her mothers and it helps to pretend like it is her mothers voice or just to hear something that reminds her of her family. She usually doesnt try to sing when she is lost because it just comes out a shaky mess. But if she dances, it helps. She just concentrates completly on her dancing and forgets that she is alone. Though when she tries to forget if strangers are watching her, it doesnt work the same way. And some how when she dances and lets her body take control it usually leads her back home. She just closes her eyes and lets her dancing take her where ever her legs want to step in its rhythem. She even manages to miss all the trees. Prompt Responce ((Sorry, a little burned out from trying to do the first one and doing it in 20 mins x__x;;. -fist pump- But I shall try my best for the family that I love! Oh Yeah!<3)) ((Sorry I was unable to finish, the library is closing and I have to leave ^^;;. Soonest I can be back on is wednesday, tuesday if I want to get out of bed early and take a bus to the main library heh heh)) Remisolasi whimpered quietly on the floor of the cave. The fall had not only scared her with surprise, but it had separated her from Ikinya. Her godmother’s voice had yelled down in slight panic for her to stay in place, that she would find a way to meet her and bring her safely back to the surface. Her breath started to hitch in her throat and get caught. She tried to stand, not being able to breath. Closing her eyes tightly she tried to remember what her mother had told her to do when she had these little panic attacks. “Bre--- Deep—ly” She spoke out loud, enforcing the command on herself. She held her breath for a few seconds then took in a shaky, but deep breath. She breathed it out, more relieved now that she could breathe again. Her eyes still closed, she said to herself again “Come on Remi. You can do this.” She paused, slowly opening her eyes again. “You need to get something to bring back for your bell…” She looked around at the small enclosure that had trapped her. “well, its not so bad I guess….” She took a step away from where she had fallen, slight curiosity overpowering her immense fear. Her voice letting her forget the emptiness around her. Her gave flowed over the contours of the cave, landing on a small pond in the middle of the small cave. “Oh….” She looked at it wearily “How pretty…” For some reason her eyes lingered a bit longer and she saw them. “Glowing Rocks?!!!??” She screamed and rushed backwards, hitting her rump on the opposite wall. She screamed a pitch higher and dropped to her belly. Tears running down her cheeks she huddled there, hoping that the monster would not eat her. Her mother had never told her what to do if she came across monsters. If she ever made it out of this cave, she would have to ask. Her whimpers continued until some time passed and she was still alive. Her nose sniffled as she looked behind her to see not a monster, but a wall. She breathed out heavily, thankful she had not been devoured. More glowing rocks seemed to be imbedded into the wall. And now that she was seeing them up close, they were actually kind of pretty. It was as if she were looking at a star covered in fog. A shakey smile graced her muzzle “That would be perfect to bring back” She mumbled to herself. ((What would have happened next =o? She would have gotten one of the rocks by the pond and carried it in her mouth. She would have then started to cry because she is still alone in the cave. When she crys, she doesnt make much noise, just soft sobbing and a few hiccups. Though this time she would have just had tears streaming down her cheeks and a deep serene look on her face as she started to dance. Her elegance taking her through passagways until some how her dancing would lead her to Ikinya and they leave together. And now you know the ending ^^;;. Sorry I couldnt finish in time twt )) _________________________ Do you RP?: Yes<3. Example(s) of RP: Finding a home for a lost lamb, Starting the search, Been Thinking a BitHow active are you in Soquili?: Quite active :3. I try to go in every day I am on the computer. But sometimes I get distracted by Monster Galaxy on Facebook >_>;;. Why do you feel you should get a basket/be picked as co-owner for a foal?: I really enjoy the personality I have created for these baskets. And I would really enjoy rping with the family as part of the family<3 Why do you want this basket?: I really enjoy the colors of it and the other basket. I think it would be wonderful to be able to rp with Leo again<3.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 4:09 pm
Paint it Red.Username: Seruta
Soquili's Name: Taerra
Name Meaning: Terah is a Child of Shem; Shem was a son of Noah. Terah translates to '???'. It's Unknown.
Personality of Soquili: Inquisitive. Taerra is a bit headstrong and Curiously playful all in one little bundle. She's often asking questions to sate her own curiosity about this, that, and the other and rarely can't be found being quiet for too long at a time. If she is quiet, she's often studying something to herself and coming up with her own conclusions on how something works or moves. Because of her Inquisitive nature, she tends to appear fearless in meeting a new creature or being and doesn't often show fear unless given a very good reason to do so.
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Prompt 2 Taerra blinked and tilted her head softly. What a curious fellow. She had heard small tales and stories of a Stallion matching his description amongst her parents. He was family, so he couldn't be too dangerous. She quirked a slightly confused brow at his method of questioning. Was he serious? The fact that he just seemed to shrug off the questions he asked with the assumption that she was merely a foal gave her a small bit of umph to raise her little head high. "I'm me. That's who." she stated simply. "I want to know about everything too much to want to sleep all the time like Mommy. And Daddy..." she paused for a small moment. "Well, Daddy does worry too much." She then flicked her tail in her curiosity, tilting her head a bit. "It doesn't bother me too much. I know Mommy is sick and needs to rest to feel better. And there's four of us. Daddy says that four foals are a mane-full." she added that last bit matter-of-factly. "But why did you ask me that if you didn't want to hear me answer you?"
Why do you want this basket?: The family itself is different and unique. There's even a dark and somewhat shadowed past to the family that gives it that extra spark of awesome. I also wanna say, thanks so much for this opportunity. :3
Streak it blueUsername: Seruta
Soquili's Name: Havella
Name Meaning: An Alteration of Havilah who is a Child of Shem; Shem was a son of Noah. Havilah translates to 'Circle'.
Personality of Soquili: Reserved - Havella is a very quiet and reserved individual. She likes her solitude - perhaps a little too much - and uses this time to muse to herself about various things that are current in her life. She bores easily at times and uses those times to gently pick on or goad her siblings into a game or two, but more often than not she can be found watching the group from afar. She can tell that there's something deep within her that's different than the others and will eventually find that she has bits of the distant need for blood much like her father. Though that won't come until she grows up.
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Prompt 1 Havella sighed softly to herself as she pranced and hummed a bit through the meadow. Her siblings and parents were within eyesight which is where she was generally preferred to stay. Not that she would wander too far away anyways... She looked up at the sky with a soft smile, the wind gently breezing through her mane. She loved moments like this. Just her, the wind in her mane, and the meadow grass swaying against her legs. Sure playing with her siblings was fun, but they liked to step in the boundaries of her own personal space a little too much to her liking. She looked towards her parents for a moment and giggled. Her mother had fallen asleep again, leaving her father to the mercy of her siblings. It was always a slightly entertaining sight. Her father often appeared clueless, though he handled them all well enough. Her ears twitched to a new sound off towards the trees and she turned to it slowly. She wasn't one to go actively exploring something new, but something seemed to pique her interest to her own amazement. She turned and inched as quietly as she could towards the trees. The treeline was the boundary for which she wasn't allowed to pass. Not yet, anyways, so she kept to that rule and peered in through squinted eyes. She could hear the bustled growling and scuffling of a pair of badgers, both seeming to now be fully engaged in a dominance battle. The flailing balls of viscous fur tumbled out of the trees and into the meadow nearby. She stepped back a bit to watch the fight, soon finding herself grinning oddly at the idea of another getting physically mauled. She shook her head at the thought, not quite sure what was wrong with her for thinking such things. The fight soon ended with one snarling badger - who now appeared severely mauled - managing to run off the other. It huffed and snarled more as it hobbled and stumbled to retreat back into the woods itself. Havella smirked at it for a moment and she quickly frowned and shook herself again. She was happy that it was hurt? Not just happy... but giddy? Jeesh! There was something wrong with her, after all. She frowned at such ideas and turned, slowly returning to the group of her family. Her mind now flooded with her own curious confusion. Her only problem was that she couldn't approach either her father or her mother about this issue. They would probably be upset with the idea... just as she was...
Why do you want this basket?: As I said before. The family itself is different and unique. There's even a dark and somewhat shadowed past to the family that gives it that extra spark of awesome. Once again, thanks so much for this opportunity. :3
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 6:06 pm
Do I Make you Proud? Username: x_nagatai Soquili's Name: Adagio Amachi Name Meaning: Ballet - Traditionally part of "pas de deux," a ballerina and her male partner perform slow, graceful movements. The routines usually emphasize the fact that none of the Adagio moves are possible without the aid of a partner. Adagio can also refer to exercises that develop power, beauty, and grace of a dancer. Acrobatic - Poses and gestures performed by a pair, in which a "base" remains stationary and lifts the "flier" into the air. Personality of Soquili: Adagio is very much a dancer. He is free-spirited and care-free. Adagio very much believes in "dancing through life;" not stopping to worry about what will happen, but rather accepting the fact that it will happen and moving forward. This causes him to be a little reckless with his actions. He either doesn't stop to think about what the consequences might be or just simply doesn't care. Adagio thrives on being with others, and loves helping out with his younger siblings. Apart from when he is dancing, Adagio hates being alone, bordering on being a monophobic. (Fear of being alone. His name alone suggests the constant proximity of another person.) Adagio sees his role as the eldest not a burden, but a joy. It prevents him from being alone and he loves the attention it gets him. He loves meeting new people, and likes to surround himself with as many friends as possible. Dancing is Adagio's joy and passion. When he is alone, dancing is the only way to prevent a panic attack from setting in. Dancing sets him free. Through dance he can forget everything. His mind goes blank and he feels as if he can do whatever he wants, he can be whoever he wants to be. When he gets older, and the pressure of being the eldest and the responsibilities and the expectations become to much, dancing will be Adagio's escape. And if he can't always live up to what others want him to be, then the knowledge that he has something that he can throw his whole heart and soul into will keep him going. Prompt Response Quote: His heart was racing faster than a terrorized rabbit, but he had not been running. He couldn’t breathe. His chest felt like it was tightening, squeezing out the air from his lungs. His whole body was shaking, trembling like a little leaf. There were no thoughts in his head, only the blinding feeling of fear and panic. Adagio was alone. So very alone. There had never been a clear explanation for his fear. There hadn’t been any traumatic events or tragic accidents that might have caused it. Just as surely as the sun rose every day, it simply was. Perhaps it had been the fact that Adagio was always around other people. He was always looking after his little siblings, always being cared for in return by his family and herd. He was never truly alone. Except for now. This was the first time he was truly alone. No one to guide him, no one to talk to him, no one to protect him. Soquili weren’t meant to be alone. Adagio was sure of it. Why else would they live in herds? Even an important quest such as this was done in pairs. It was unnatural to be alone. And it was terrifying him to the core. He had gotten separated from his guardian, from sweet Auntie Ikinya. Adagio had been following her over a nasty bit of trail, and had seen something shine off on the side of the trail. The colt had scurried of to investigate, too absorbed in the possibility of finding something worthy of his second bell to remember to tell Ikinya where he was going. The glint had turned out to be nothing more than some broken glass, playing with the sun’s rays. After the disappointment had worn off, Adagio had turned to apologize to his guardian for dragging them off the path. But Ikinya had not been there. The colt had called and called, thinking that she was playing some sort of sick joke. But no matter how loud he screamed, Ikinya did not emerge from the surrounding foliage. And so here he was, panic starting to set in. He wanted to run, wanted to find his way back to his guardian. But Adagio couldn’t get his legs to move. The majority of the reason was due to fear, but in the back of his rational mind he knew that running would only get him more lost. The best thing for him to do was to stay put and wait for Ikinya to come to him. With a shuddering breath, Adagio tried to clear his head. Tears began to collect in his eyes. The colt started hum, a soft off-tune rendition of a lullaby his mother used to sing. It offered some amount of comfort, but not much. He closed his eyes tight, trying to imagine himself curled up in Uncle Cuauh’s longhouse next to his mother. Her voice grew loud in his mind, and it was almost as if she was truly singing right next to him. With the sweet melodious sound of the lullaby in his head, Adagio began to move his feet. His small hooves pounded lightly against the dirt with each step, and the fog of terror started clearing. Adagio focused on the sound of the song and the steps of the impromptu dance he was performing. His legs weaved in-between themselves, and he twirled himself around with a small leap. Soon his whole body was into it, tail swishing with each move like a decorative tassel. His head rose and sank to the tune of the lullaby, the melody ringing through no one else’s ears but his own. No longer was he the trembling little foal lost in the woods. He was a dancer, and nothing else except the dance existed in his world. “You’re very good at dancing, little guy.” The sudden sound of a voice brought him crashing back down to reality. His hopes soared, and he turned to greet Ikinya with a joyous smile plastered on his face. Adagio was taken aback to see a strange-looking Soquili standing where Ikinya should have been. Rather than be afraid, however, Adagio was relieved that he was at least no longer alone. He knew that he should be wary of this stranger, but the colt was still young enough to be trusting of everyone he met. “Thanks, miss.” The strange mare gave him a smile and took a few more steps towards him. “Do you like dancing, kid?” Adagio nodded, his first bell jingling with the motion. “Is that why you came all the way out here? To practice your dancing?” The colt shook his head. “No. I came out here to get my second bell.” He answered shyly. When the mare only blinked at him in confusion, Adagio began to explain. “I have to go on a quest to find something unique. It has to be something special I can’t find at home.” The mare let out a soft chuckle. “Something special, huh? And they sent you out alone?” Adagio shook his head vigorously. “Nu-uh. I had my Auntie Ikinya with me, but we got separated.” He scowled, reminded of the panic attack he had suffered just moments ago. “Well, maybe I can help.” Adagio looked up at the mare in surprise. “You’re a dancer, aren’t you? Can you bring back a new dance that you’ve learned?” The mare asked. Adagio didn’t know how to answer, so he simply shrugged. “Would you like to learn a new dance? It’s a very unique style, and I’m sure no one at your home will know it.” Adagio thought for a moment. As far as he knew, there was no rule that the thing brought back had to be an object. What could be wrong with bringing back a dance? And he liked dancing. He was good at it. Plus it would give him something to do until Ikinya came and found him. “I’d like to learn a dance.” He smiled. Not only had he found something for his second bell, but he also now had someone to fight off the loneliness he had felt. Adagio couldn’t see anything bad about the offer the mare was making. “Well then, let’s get started, shall we? First, you have to focus on keeping your knees high every time you take a step….” And so Adagio danced, mimicking each move with all the skill and grace that he could muster. He had never danced in a pair before, and he rather liked doing it. Dancing with a partner made the dance seem more meaningful, and Adagio found that he enjoyed sharing his love of the activity with someone else. It was better than talking. In fact, no words were needed during the lesson, only a few instructive guidelines given out here and there. Adagio put his whole being into the new dance, his bell adding its own contribution to the performance. He danced with the stranger straight on until dusk, never once stopping to take a break. They danced until Ikinya, following the sound of Adagio’s little golden bell, finally found the little colt. And even then they still danced, unwilling to stop for anything short of a natural disaster. When Adagio’s little legs could hold him up no longer, only then did the pair stop. The colt bid his dancing partner a regretful farewell, sad to see her go. Adagio snuggled up to his godmother, huddled against the night’s brisk breeze. He slept soundly; comforted by the fact that he had completed his first quest. And in the back of his mind, Adagio was excited to have finally taken the first step in the long journey of life. _________________________ Do you RP?: YESYESYESYESYESYESYES. I love RPing, and have been RPing for pretty much as long as I've been allowed on the Internet. My first RPs were on Neopets 7ish years ago, and I have been RPing ever since. (Not just on Gaia.) Example(s) of RP: Unfortunately many of my RP partners keep dropping out on me, but here some of my more recent ones in Soquili. An Old Knight's TaleThe Dark Side of the MoonI Can Teach You (Hasn't been replied to at all yet, but I love the intro I did) Writing SampleHow active are you in Soquili?: In the main thread, not at all. I love chatting with people, but I usually do it over AIM. Plus Soquili main thread is so big that it's easy to accidentally get drowned out. But I actively participate in guild events, and I'm always sifting through the plot thread to find some awesome plots to get involved in. (The latest one being Primal Instincts) I usually log on at least once a day to check RPs, events, and chat for a while on my AIM. Why do you feel you should get a basket/be picked as co-owner for a foal?: Because I can RP the foal and plot out an exciting life with twists and turns. I joined the b/c for the characters behind the art, not just the art itself. I am a passionate writer and love developing new characters and ideas. I'm always looking for more opportunities to roleplay within the shop, even if it's just backlogging. I feel I can contribute to the Amachi family and Yectenehua Herd with fresh plot ideas and a realistic character. Why do you want this basket?: I love RPing, and it's been hard for me to find RP partners in Soquili who consistently reply. I've had a lot of RPs die off because my partner disappeared. I like that this family is big on plots and RP, as I love love love heavy plotting. Aesthetics wise, the Amachi family is beautiful! I absolutely love their colours. The unique-ness of the family is wonderful too. The "second bell" idea is creative, and I love the herd they live with. Coming from a very musical family, a dance/music family appeals to me very much.
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Posted: Sat Jun 25, 2011 8:54 pm
Paint it Red.
Username: Lady_Ourania
Soquili's Name: Ophelia
Name Meaning: Help; aid
Personality of Soquili: Possessing what some might call an enhanced sense of right and wrong, Elia sees no issue in pointing out where others have gone awry. She fully recognizes that pain is not something to be taken or inflicted lightly, and that sometimes it is an accidental consequence rather than a goal. If one Soquili has paid injury or emotional damage to another of their kind, they will be granted ample opportunities to redeem themselves, and she'll be more than happy to help in their crusade to fix what they've broken. If, however, they have no interest in atonement, or actually enjoy the act of causing destruction, she will find a way to make them pay for their crimes. Her philosophy revolves around the principle of an eye for an eye, or an equivalent exchange of anguish. While she typically neglects to get her own hooves dirty unless absolutely necessary, she has plans for a network of similar-minded Soquili who might be her hammer, a team that administers the proper amount of justice. Aside from her righteous ways, Ophelia is a kindly, but reserved filly who embraces the whole of her family and its assorted oddities. She takes her duties toward her relatives and her charges very seriously, but endures teasing for her seemingly high-mannered ways with a careful smile. Her activities are kept quiet, though they are hardly a secret - she merely does not advertise to those in her bloodline who may not approve, particularly her grandmother.
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Prompt 2
The day had turned cool without warning, clouds shedding a mist too slight and silvery to be called rain. Ophelia breathed the vapor in with a deliberate slowness, letting it tickle her throat while she scanned the terrain laid out before her with a thoroughness that foals her age rarely displayed. Her siblings were preoccupied, either sleeping or playing their manic little games, and while she felt a flicker of yearning to join in, she resisted for a few minutes longer. She had an appointment to make, and it would not do to be absent or otherwise shirk her obligations.
A ruffle of displaced air behind her announced a new presence, as though something large had shifted into being on the spot instead of alighting on the ground from the sky above. She turned without fear, noting in an instant that it was not who she'd been waiting for. That did not stop her from unabashedly absorbing the stallion's features, paying particular attention to the scarlet stains that scabbed his horns and the edges of his wings. When he introduced himself, the pieces fell into place, and the filly gave him the smile she awarded only to family, more courtesy than anything genuine. He drew nearer, a question on his lips, and she stood her ground and let him ask.
Remiel's breath against her ear was tinged with ozone, his great, spiked head near enough to scrape her cheek if he angled it any closer. She tilted her chin up to look him in one chalky eye, curious at the abrupt turn in their conversation. How odd he was, this distant uncle she knew only on the periphery. His expression seemed expectant; the solidness of that gaze weighing her lithe form like one might heft a sack to test for a trick-lightened load. The insult hardly registered, even if she might have taken offense had a stranger posed it, and she calmly examined him in return while she considered a reply. Was she truly the spitting image of either of her parents? Could she not just be herself? But the way he had phrased it implied he had sculpted the dilemma purposefully, false though it may have been.
"I suppose I am more like my father, if I had to choose," she answered softly, brow knitting when the answer did not satisfy her completely. The filly wondered, but she didn't really worry, at least not with the same frequency that Able did. Neither did she drift through her days with the disconnected ease of her mother, caught up in a landscape populated by things both real and half-imagined. Ophelia knew what the world was truly like with all its layers stripped away, the thoughtlessness that painted her fellows' faces with misery. Still, there was a certain measure of awareness to her father, amplified by some internal force that petrified him instead of willing him to action. She had inherited a toned-down version, perhaps courtesy of Josephine's somnolent genes.
"We both know when something's coming, even if we can't be sure what it is all the time," Elia added to clarify, shifting in an uncommon show of indecision before she continued. "It makes me feel… adequate. Capable of handling things others can't." Her blood had given her a life, but the purpose was largely of her own making. She did not think it necessary to explain that she was but one small filly, little more than a mote of dust on feathers being beaten around in the chaos of flight. A flicker of motion further out on the plains prompted her to look away, and another smile appeared on her face, this one less practiced. Her plans were coming together, imperfect as of yet, but promising something beautiful in their completion. She did not feel small today.
Why do you want this basket?: I'm only tentatively familiar with the line, and I know that it's already ballooned past my imagining, but I think it'd be really fun to be part of an established, twisty family. As for why this basket in particular, something about it really struck me as desirable, the contrast of the dark and the light being what gave me the idea for Ophelia's personality in the first place. She isn't wicked, not by a long shot, but there is a definite grey area that she dwells in almost exclusively, her warped morals dovetailing nicely with the rest of her family's eccentricities. Mostly, I'm looking forward to the RP, and how different members will react to Elia's habits.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 12:51 am
Do I Make you Proud? Username: LOLTERNATIVE Soquili's Name: Virtuoso Amachi Name Meaning: A person with notable technical skill in the performance of music. Personality of Soquili: Virtuoso loves music and anything related to music. He’s always singing or writing songs or listening to others sing and eventually joining in. He has the gift of being able to sing in falsetto – meaning he’s able to reach the pitch of a female. For this reason, most people mistake him for a girl at first and he has to explain that he’s in fact male. While he’s passionate about his music, he’s always courteous of those around him and wouldn’t do anything to annoy or upset them. Virtuoso doesn’t like confrontation, whether it involves him or not. He’s always trying to solve problems without stepping on toes and especially without resorting to violence. That being said if he saw someone who was weaker being picked on by someone who was much stronger than them for no reason at all he would defend them at all costs. Prompt Response ”Ikinya sure has been gone a while. Maybe I should go look for her. She said she was only getting some berries.” Virtuoso mumbled to himself, his voice delicate and soft like the hum after a small bell has been chimed. Sniffing around at the ground, he tried to find any trace of her but failed – he wasn’t a tracking genius. Tired of waiting around, Virtu’ headed off in the direction he was sure Ikinya left, singing lightly to himself. Stopping abruptly, his ears perked up as he strained to make out the sound he could faintly hear in the distance. It sounded magnificent and he broke into a run, heading towards it. The closer he got, the more beautiful the sound got and he realised it was someone singing in the most beautiful voice he’d ever heard in his life. He stopped in a clearing at the base of the mountains where the singing was the loudest and tried to find the source of the heavenly voice. It was useless. There wasn’t a single soquili around. Virtuoso sat on the ground and began to weep. That such a cruel trick had been played upon him hurt more than anything. He listened to the singing and began to sing along with it. If this is all he could have with this lovely voice, he would take it and enjoy it while it lasted. A breeze rolled past, swishing vines across to reveal the entrance to a small crack in the mountain’s base. Virtu spied something in the brief moment this crack was revealed and moved towards it. The singing faltered for a moment and Virtu began to hum, the singing joining him. Upon realising what he had found, Virtu’s eyes widened in disbelief. It was a flower. The most beautiful flower he’d ever seen in his life, singing with the most beautiful voice he’d ever heard in his life. It was breath-taking and he wept at the sight of it. Not because it wasn’t a soquili he could love. No, not at all. He wept because something so beautiful had been hidden away. Carefully, he dug around the flower’s base into the dirt and, gripping the stem with his mouth, he uprooted it. Whether the flower knew it or not, Virtuoso was going to take it somewhere it would be appreciated. He was going to take it home with him. ---- Virtuoso jumped quickly in front of his mother. ”Hurry, hurry. You’ll miss it.” He laughed and smiled, humming happily. Ikinya and he had returned from his journey the night before and he had quickly planted the flower. It was just before sunrise and Virtu had barely slept a wink before waking his mother up so he could show her. The sun was just beginning to show over the mountain tops when they arrived at the flower and Virtuoso smiled at his mother, proudly. ”This is what I found. The most beautiful voice in all of Kawani, I am sure of it. It was hidden away so I brought it here so it could be loved and appreciated by everyone in our herd.”---- ((I actually had an idea that the voice in the flower actually belongs to a soquili who was cursed. Virtuoso would find this out and go on an adventure to find who the voice belongs to and try and return it. Also, with his ability to sing in Falsetto I thought it would be funny to have a mare who is.. skittish mistake him for a girl and have Virtu play along with it so he doesn’t scare her. Yep. I’m a freak. /shot./)) _________________________ Do you RP?: I do. I haven’t been RPing a lot in the past few months because RL killed me (dad ws diagnosed with cancer, broke up with bf, had to move etc’) but I’m starting to get back into the swing of it and catch up. Example(s) of RP: x | x | x | x | x | How active are you in Soquili?: I’m usually regularly active. I try to post in thread as much as I can. Why do you feel you should get a basket/be picked as co-owner for a foal?: I’ve been an avid poster in Soquili and have been trying for ages to add to my herd with no luck. While I haven’t been RPing as much as I would have liked to lately, I do enjoy RPing and I always think of intricate plots for my soquili. Why do you want this basket?: When I saw this basket my mused kicked into autogear and I just began thinking of all these amazing plot ideas for him. He’s going to be beautiful, I can tell and I have a passion for beautiful things. He’s going to be amazing to RP, should I be given the chance and I can’t pass up an opportunity like that.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 11:17 am
Streak it blueUsername: Celeanor
Soquili's Name: Samarah
Name Meaning: From Samaria, with a name-meaning of "Watch-mountain; guardianship; guardian." The biblical parable of the Good Samaritan is also referenced in the development of this character.
Personality of Soquili:
There is little in life that can get Samarah's panties in a wad. Serene and lady-like, this mare has an air of inherent aristocracy about her that tends to do most of her talking for her. Social interactions are pleasant experiences for her, especially since she managed to avoid her mother's sleeping troubles, and she appears to enjoy lending what aid she can to friend and stranger alike. Samarah doesn't seem particularly distressed by the odder things in life (or anything really) and she is known for being both forthright with praise ... and rather direct with what criticisms she does have. Not at all flirty, she relies on a more basic form of charisma to attract others into her presence. That said, she is a genuinely honest individual who values each and every member of her family just as much as she does herself and her pride.
She can be stubborn at times, especially when something doesn't go as planned, and will stand rigid in her beliefs when they are directly challenged. A firm believer in the 'live and let live' adage, she is quite proud of her lineage and the obstacles many of her bloodline have conquered. She adores story-time as a foal, and will grow up to be something of a family historian, traveling here and there to learn more of what makes her family what it is.
When faced with tragedy and heartache, Samarah will likely appear unphased by the emotions whirling around her. She is far too calm and introverted to easily wear what feelings she may have painted across her face, but those who know her well will be able to tell the difference. Since she won't be going out of her way to hide her emotions either. That, and her own acceptance of certain aspects of her family tree means that death and all of its associates no longer scare her. She's not heartless, but she's not a mare renowned for giving 'oh you poor dear' hugs. She will offer words of comfort framed in modes of action, and will never leave someone laying in the dirt. Life is a circle, and all anyone can do is keep walking. She is the one who will encourage you to keep walking.
Prompt Response
Prompt 2: Wandering around one day, you come across your great uncle, Remiel, who decides to delight himself with a little conversation. Leaning close, he riddles a question to you.
Light in the clouds like father, or sleepy headed like mom. Are you the kind who finds themself tired suddenly like she is, or always wondering and worried like your father? How does this make you feel? I don't expect a huge explanation. . . you are just a child.
How do you respond?
She came seeking stories to spin into threads for a great tapestry to tell momma. But when met with her cloud-white uncle and his delightful manner of asking questions, little Samarah was pleased to be distracted from others' tales for once.
"Where mother would drift in the clouds father made, I will be the sky, watching them both as they age." A soft filly-giggle punctuated the rhyme, followed by a toss of head and a flick of tail. "When mother is sleepy, I feel watchful and waiting, wondering like father... but not worrying like he." Then, a playful look, and the filly pressed closer to her great uncle's side. She hoped she was doing this right, and gazed up at him hoping for a curve of a smile and a nod of pleasure at her use of words.
"Because to other foals and to pappa, my momma sleeps often, but to me it is just right. She will always be awake when the time is right."
Why do you want this basket?: 'Cause.... awesome abounds?!!! 8D!
(sidenote: These days I am more of a sidelines heavy plotter with some light RP tossed in. Just wanted to make sure that was put out there. <3)
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 11:44 am
Streak it blue Username: Alamoraine
Soquili's Name: Dinah
Name Meaning: God has Judged. In the book of Genesis, she is Jacob's daughter, born after a long line of sons out of his two wives.
Personality of Soquili: Daydreamer- Constantly caught in between sleep and awake, Dinah often finds herself standing there, eyes trained on something far away that only she herself can see. She can become so absorbed into these waking dreams that everything around her becomes little more than a pleasant hum, and when she starts out of them, she has no idea of any events that transpired around her. The time of these can vary anywhere from a few minutes to as long as half an hour. Some of the daydreams are pleasant and leave her standing with a dreamy smile, others are terrifying and have her standing there with wide, sometimes teary eyes, and then it's not uncommon for her to cry or scream her way back into the waking world; both happiness and stress when she is awake can be a factor in what sort of daydreams she has (i.e. an unpleasant day can produce an unpleasant daydream). When she is not touring the world of her imagination, she is shy and more prone to hiding than being social, at least until she has observed enough to know that the new acqaintances are nothing to fear.
Prompt ResponseQuote: Prompt 2:Wandering around one day, you come across your great uncle, Remiel, who decides to delight himself with a little conversation. Leaning close, he riddles a question to you. Light in the clouds like father, or sleepy headed like mom. Are you the kind who finds themself tired suddenly like she is, or always wondering and worried like your father? How does this make you feel? I don't expect a huge explanation. . . you are just a child. How do you respond?
As she entered the woods and began to walk along a path perceived by her, she started and stamped her little hooves as the trees gave up something that they HAD been hiding; her great Uncle. The first thing she noticed was how the sunlight and the leaves from the trees overhead made little patterns all over his large white flank, like dancing ghosts. It made her smile a little, the moment of fright passing quickly and easily as she beheld her relation. He began to speak in what she perceived to be a sing-song voice, and immediately Dinah felt pulled into the words, her eyes blinking slowly once before becoming wide and glazed. "Light in the clouds, like father......." She was flying high through the sky, with her father towering beside her, smiling down at her even as a wisp of cloud playfully got caught up in his horn like a dangling weeping willow branch. She was just turning her head around to see if she had wings, when she suddenly felt herself land on the ground, in the middle of a painting-perfect glade, her father nowhere in sight. "Sleepy-headed like mom......." Suddenly she saw her mother resting beneath one of the very trees she had been just thinking about with her father, little tendrils hanging down like a canopy to conceal the sleeper within. Her legs were tucked underneath her and her head was rested against the roots; a nice, quiet, normal sleep, not the ones that left her standing and frightened Dinah into thinking that her mother might fall in her sleep and hurt herself. She walked up to the tree, brushing the tendrils aside and moved to lie down beside her mother, resting her head against her side and letting the slow rhythm of her heartbeat sooth her.
"Are you the kind who finds themself tired suddenly, like she is......." Dinah opened her eyes and looked up with a start; she was still with her mother, in the shade of the willow tree, but it seemed as though the light from the sun outside was being snuffed out, and eerie shapes were dancing about just beyond the tendrils, making them rustle and sway. She turned to her mother and whispered in her ear. "Mommy, wake up, I think we need to go home." But her mother slumbered on, blissfully unaware of the danger......WAS there danger? "Always wondering and worried like your father....."
"I'm not worried," Dinah said to herself, and swallowing the panic that threatened to rise, she stood up and thrust aside the branches, the sudden act helping to thoroughly banish any hesitation that could fuel her fright. The shadows were gone, but so was the glade; stepping out in confusion, the slender willow branches melted away like mist as she passed them, and she was suddenly back where she had been before, with her great Uncle towering in front of her, peering at her with his milky eyes while the ghosts of shadow, once more harmless and playful, danced on him without him even knowing it. The thought caused Dinah to smile, and she was still smiling as the last bits of the daydream fell away and her Uncle lowered his head in front of her slightly. "How does that make you feel? I don't expect a huge explanation. . . you are just a child."
Sone foals would have been indignant at being 'just a child', but Dinah was too absorbed with thinking about the question. She really was 'just a child', but she was her MOTHER and FATHER's child, and after dreaming about them, dreaming of a perfect world for them...... "I feel.......I feel like I can help them. That I'm just what they need!" She smiled happily into the face of her great Uncle; it seemed like such a clear and obvious answer, now that she thought about it. She was both her mother and her father, after all, and perhaps with her and her siblings; just the right mixture of them both; they could help her make a perfect world for the two beings that she loved the most.
Why do you want this basket?: If I get this basket, it would be my first ever Soquili, which may or may not sound in my favor, but I do try to stay on top of all of my RPs and I would love to be given the chance to RP these wonderful pets that I've admired for as long as I can remember being in Gaia. I want this one in particular as opposed to just a basket or Soq from a newbie raffle because I love to take part in plots, and the mother is the prettiest female Soq I've ever seen, and I would be proud to play one of her offspring.
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 1:03 pm
Paint it Red.Username: GunSniper
Soquili's Name: Babble
Name Meaning: Like the tower of "Bable" ( I added a B... Because I like Bees.)
Genesis 11: 1 - 9
-The Tower of Babel-
1 Now the whole earth had one language and one speech. 2 And it came to pass, as they journeyed from the east, that they found a plain in the land of Shinar, and they dwelt there. 3 Then they said to one another, “Come, let us make bricks and bake them thoroughly.” They had brick for stone, and they had asphalt for mortar. 4 And they said, “Come, let us build ourselves a city, and a tower whose top is in the heavens; let us make a name for ourselves, lest we be scattered abroad over the face of the whole earth.”
5 But the LORD came down to see the city and the tower which the sons of men had built. 6 And the LORD said, “Indeed the people are one and they all have one language, and this is what they begin to do; now nothing that they propose to do will be withheld from them. 7 Come, let Us go down and there confuse their language, that they may not understand one another’s speech.” 8 So the LORD scattered them abroad from there over the face of all the earth, and they ceased building the city. 9 Therefore its name is called Babel, because there the LORD confused the language of all the earth; and from there the LORD scattered them abroad over the face of all the earth.
Personality of Soquili: A spaaace case, or scatter brained at times. She doesn't know what's going on half the time and in turn has trouble relaying any kind of communication to anyone else. Stuttering, saying the wrong words, etc. The longer she tries to carry on a conversation the worse her speech issue gets.
Prompt Responce: Quote: Prompt 2:Wandering around one day, you come across your great uncle, Remiel, who decides to delight himself with a little conversation. Leaning close, he riddles a question to you. Light in the clouds like father, or sleepy headed like mom. Are you the kind who finds them self tired suddenly like she is, or always wondering and worried like your father? How does this make you feel? I don't expect a huge explanation. . . you are just a child.How do you respond?
"-'ell, in the day I can be light, light b-b-BEcause, I'm mawake and at night I ha-ha-have to t-eh-teh-teh-TIRed... The sun goes... goes... d-d-ddd....-" Bable points to the ground with a hove and nods. "-d-that way I g-g-hit like mum does and have to s-s-ssssssss-" Babble bibbles her lips in a fit and shakes her head as if trying to shake the word loose. "-ssss-recharge... D-d-d-DId I s-s-s--" She shakes her head again and nods, as if trying to send the word mentally. "-sss-s-TAlk a ru-ru-ru-RIght w-way?"
Why do you want this basket?: Because I like the colors...
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 3:47 pm
Streak it blue Username: Angelique DelaMort
Soquili's Name: Delilah
Name Meaning: "delicate, weak, languishing" – The name has the same noble nature as her mother’s but, like her father’s, has biblical origins. It reflects part of this foal’s being, that she is very delicate, fragile from her commutes between the world of dreams and reality as well as weak since she seems to need so much rest in the form of naps throughout the day, rarely peaceful night sleep. Languishing is the state she finds herself in over time, deteriorating in mind and body and in need of some support from family, friends, and maybe someday a mate.
Personality of Soquili: Delilah is quiet and demure, often preferring to listen instead of adding her own voice to the conversation. She has a sweet disposition but does not warm to new faces easily. Part of her hesitation and shyness comes from her insecurities – not only does she feel less than the tasks placed before her, but she also worries that she will say the wrong things, or not do what she should, or worse, be unable to affect change when she’s needed. Her dreams and nightmares are from the edge of the sleep zone and carry into the waking world to the point where Delilah’s not sure what’s real and what’s not.
Prompt Responce
Prompt 2:Wandering around one day, you come across your great uncle, Remiel, who decides to delight himself with a little conversation. Leaning close, he riddles a question to you.
Light in the clouds like father, or sleepy headed like mom. Are you the kind who finds themself tired suddenly like she is, or always wondering and worried like your father? How does this make you feel? I don't expect a huge explanation. . . you are just a child.
How do you respond?
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Delilah stepped carefully over twisted roots and matted leaves, her long delicate legs careful to find her footing. It was not long after midday, she knew though it was difficult to tell under the shade of the surrounding vale, and she was already three naps into the day. But now was awake time, and she wanted to see the world on her own, just a little, before she rested again. She purposely avoided the areas where the others gathered. Her siblings were with her parents or playing with the many foals that populated the meadows. Delilah preferred the shadows, they felt familiar to her, comforting. Somehow they eased the chaos that often reigned in her mind – all the doubts and uncertainties that were brought to light in the waking world were lessened in shadow. She could almost feel calm her. She was just beginning to appreciate that calmness when a form through the trees caught her attention. Suddenly she straightened up, careful to put on a neutral expression and carefully picked her way over the ground in a direction that would take her away from the stranger.
“Where are you going?” a voice called through the woods. Familiar, Delilah realized, her ears perking up. Uncle Remiel? she wondered now watching the stallion intensely as he was not approaching her. It was indeed her great uncle, a stallion she did not know well, but better than most. Although Delilah wanted to continue her solo trek through the forest, her uncle had a very different plan in mind. It seemed he wanted to engage her in conversation, a pastime for which she had no talaent. However, dutifully, as he was family, Delilah listened and when prompted returned a brief and, she hopped, appropriate answered. Suddenly he leaned forward and posed a more unique question:
Light in the clouds like father, or sleepy headed like mom. Are you the kind who finds themself tired suddenly like she is, or always wondering and worried like your father? How does this make you feel? I don't expect a huge explanation. . . you are just a child.
These were the words Delilah’s great uncle had just said, and she was for once truly speechless. A slight panic entered the foal’s mind as she realized, she was both. Perhaps she was not quite like her mother, prone to sleep without notice, but she was oftentimes tired. She thought of her frequent naps and how real her dreams felt even after she had awakened. It was almost like she was always in that place between sleep and awakedness, where you feel like you’re falling. But she was also like her father, worried about what she would do, in part due to her dreams.
She noticed her uncle watching her intently and composed her face, “I don’t know. Which do you think I am?” She watched as the stallion shook his head. Of course, she had to know this for herself. If she couldn’t figure herself out, who else could?
“I worry I may sleep too much, yet not enough,” she lowered her head and replied in a small, timid voice. “And it frightens me, but I do not know what to do.”
Why do you want this basket?: I like shades of grey, characters that aren’t all good or evil, they’re much more realistic. This family has some fantastically dark quirks but overall, remains a loving environment. I love the room and tools for character development and look forward to interacting with the other members of the family.
Paint it Red. Username: Angelique DelaMort
Soquili's Name: Josette Zilla
Name Meaning: Josette is the feminine French version of a variation of Joseph, who was one of the sons of Jacob. Zilla is a variation of Zillah which means "Shade" in Hebrew. Josette is a diminutive version of her mother’s name, Josephine, and reflects her personality as being a sweet little one like her mother. Zilla however, represents the essence of another mind/state of consciousness that pulls the shade over sweet dreaming Josette and walks among nightmares.
Personality of Soquili: Josette is darling and loving, she shows her emotions openly and wants to befriend and dote upon any friend she finds. She loves her family dearly and especially adores her sleepy headed brother (although her form of adoration occasionally takes the form of braiding his mane and tail with flowers while he sleeps…). She tries her best to be the perfect little lady, always gracious and kind while maintaining the classic feminine beauty and mystique. In fact the only dark spot in her life are those occasional blackouts where she can’t seem to remember what happened…
But Zilla knows. Locked underneath the petite psyche of Josette, Zilla lurks waiting for her time. Unknown to the foal’s sweeter side, the bloodlust of her forefathers is her birthright and somehow manifested itself as an identity all its own. Though her times of “freedom” are limited, Zilla often spends them trying to sate her unique cravings. Over time, Zilla found that she could sometimes seize control if Josette fell into a deep enough sleep. To tempt her other half to slumber, Zilla often takes on any nightmares for herself (they’re good for inspiration) and allows only sweet dreams for Josette. In this way the halves have an unusual relationship with Zilla being more protective, recognizing that the two cannot exist without each other.
Prompt Responce
Prompt 1: It's a lovely day, your siblings have gone to pester dad and mom seems to have fallen asleep standing again, stricken by a sleeping illness she seems to have had since she was younger she says. Suddenly graced with so much to do, what do you do, where do you go, and what kind of goods or evils are lurking in the darkness?
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“Mother?” Josette asked nudging the mare’s sleeping form gently. Asleep again, she thought to herself as she looked out across the field. Her siblings had run off to play with their father and here she was all alone and unattended. She sighed with a little disappointment, if only Sethe had remained, then at least she could talk to him. He might not always hear her, but she found it comforting none the less. Josette curled up on the ground beside her mother and closed her eyes, willing to join her mother in dreams until the rest of her family returned.
Sometime after her eyes closed and Josette drifted off into her dream land, the other slowly became aware of a scent. Close by, small…warm blooded. Tentatively, Zilla reached out with her consciousness and tried the most basic of actions, opening her eyes. Suddenly she was overwhelmed with the bright unforgiving light of the day world. Yep, it looks like I’m in charge, Zilla thought closing her eyes quickly. Well, she continued in her mind, as she was accustomed to, It looks like I have a golden opportunity. Here all by myself with only my sleeping mother to watch me… She carefully pushed her body up, eyes still closed, until she was standing. Only then did she open her eyes just the tiniest bit and began lightly trotting towards the woods and the source of the smell. She knew she didn’t have long and she needed this Now. Once under the protective shade of the trees, Zilla found it easier to open her eyes even though she knew it was her sense of smell that she depended on. Crouching close to the ground, she inhaled, collecting a myriad of information on various plants, animals, and even other soquili that were in the area. But right now she was focused on only one scent, the small warm-blood that she was tracking. Stepping quickly and quietly, Zilla followed the smell into the recesses of the woods until she found the source – a small hole in the ground and the warm blood within – but not for long…
Josette startled out of sleep and found herself sitting at the edge of a stream. “What…” she frowned and looked around trying to find some answer. “What am I doing here? I was with Mother, I know I was. I went to sleep waiting for…” she gasped, unable to finish her thought as she saw her reflection staring back at her from the water. It was a face she didn’t know, although it was her own, and it was covered in a dark red liquid. She touched her mouth and found it to be covered in something dark and sticky. “This…” she whispered in wide-eyed, quiet shock as she began to wash her face. “Is no way for a lady to look.”
Why do you want this basket?: Same reasons as before and I’ll add that I kinda like the idea of a Jekyll/Hyde like character – they certainly keep things interesting. Thank you for hosting this RP contest and giving us a chance to join your fantastically fun family!
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 4:31 pm
Do I Make you Proud? Username: vballlvr5 Soquili's Name: Orpheus Name Meaning: The meaning is possibly "beautiful voice" but I did find a story behind the name. "In Greek mythology, Orpheus was given his lyre by Apollo himself. Trained by the Muses, he developed into a musician so talented he could literally move mountains with his song. When his wife, Eurydice, died from a snake bite, he descended into the realm of the dead to win her back to life. The gods were so moved by his music that they agreed to her return on the condition that Orpheus not look back at her as he led her upward to the sky. He could not resist glancing at her, and she vanished back into Hades." Personality of Soquili: As the eldest among his basketmates Orpheus feels responsible to help his parents in the raising of his siblings. Though, he doesn't feel obligated to do so as caring for his younger siblings is very important to him. Orpheus loves his siblings deeply and is fully committed to doing all he can to keep them safe. He is practical and dedicated and will care for his basketmates to the best of his abilities. He desperately wants to please his mother and father and have them know that he is dependable. Even the smallest job assigned to him by his parents gives him a sense of importance. Of course like any older brother, Orpheus feels a sense of authority over his younger siblings, but also responsibility to look after and protect them. Prompt Responce Orpheus' eyes were wide as he searched his surroundings for his guardian Ikinya, who is also his godmother. She was just there and now, gone. The wooded area around him felt dark and threatening. At every turn there was a dark tree, another hiding spot for danger. The trees had eyes and the leaves teeth. The wildlife had attained a dangerous air and he missed the company of his godmother. He has never been this alone before and he didn't like it. There was always a sister or brother nearby, in fact it was very difficult to find peace and quiet with his family so busy with the new foals around. The thought of his siblings made him more confident, sure he was alone but that was all part of the adventure right? Discovering something new and seeing as he hadn't found anything worthy of earning his second bell maybe the separation would help him find it. Besides he was eldest and though he sometimes spoke as if he wasn't even part of the most recent set of baskets he was and wanted to set an example for his young basketmates. Maybe my siblings would panic but not I, he thought. The gentle breeze whistled around his soft ear that were pricked up in order to detect small noises that may alert him of his godmother's presence. The wooded area that surrounded him felt much less menacing than it had a moment before and the soft chirping of a nearby bird soothed him. Orpheus took a shaky step forward. The usual -clack- of his hooves was muffled by the thick layer of dirt covering the forest floor. he stepped forward again, steadier this time. He was approaching the tweeting of the bird which became louder the more steps he took which had also become stronger. Thump. Thump. went his hooves pounding on the ground. Chirp. Chirp. Chirp. seemed to be the bird's reply. With his steps keeping rhythm, Orpheus' first bell added a sound of its own. Ching. Ching. tinkled the small bell. The sounds flowed seamlessly together to form a sweet melody. Ching. Ching. Thump. Thump. Chirp. Chirp. Chirp. Ching. Ching. Thump. Thump. Chirp. Chirp. Chirp. The light tune accompanied Orpheus as he wove his way through the thick trunks of the ancient trees. Out of nowhere a thought struck Orpheus. Why couldn't he take a feather back from the singing bird to earn his bell? He had surely never heard its call before so he wouldn't have been able to find it at home and with this experience it defiantly would contain sentimental value. The bird seemed to understand his thought for at that moment a bright red feather floated down towards the ground and landed gently on the foals nose. Orpheus looked at the feather cross eyed and snorted happily. The long feather drifted down onto the ground. Orpheus was admiring his find when he thought he heard his name. His ears twitched as he heard it again, but more clearly. Yes, someone was calling for him. "Ikinya? Is that you?" he called back. It was and she approached with a relieved look on her face. "I found something for my bell," he told her happily. Ikinya smiled and motioned for him to follow her. Orpheus picked up the feather and thought to himself looking at the red bird still sitting in a branch high above. I've found more than just a feather haven't I little friend. Again the little bird cocked its head to the side, seeming to know exactly what the young foal had thought. _________________________ Do you RP?: YES! <3 Example(s) of RP: x x x I have more if you'd like to see <3 How active are you in Soquili?: I'd say that I'm active. I'm constantly looking through the guilds, and I love to Rp here. I admit that I don't often chat in the main thread (it's so huge and moves really quickly and I tend to get lost in all of the conversations) but I do chat in questline. Why do you feel you should get a basket/be picked as co-owner for a foal?: I love this family, they are so cute. I would also love to have some family Rp and I know if I was chosen as an owner or co-owner of this basket that I would be able to Rp with the family. Why do you want this basket?:I love these two parents and the whole family in fact. They are all so beautiful and I'm sure this basket will be no exception. I would love to be able to play as an older sibling to his basketmates and my mind already has so many ideas spinning around that I would love to apply to him. thank you for considering me <3 _____________________________________________________________________________________ Hold me Closer Tiny Dancer Username: vballlvr5 Soquili's Name: Cadence Name Meaning: I found a few meanings but they're all pretty similar rhythm, beat; English unisex name derived from the vocabulary word, from Latin cadens "to fall," hence "flow of rhythm." Personality of Soquili: A little angel of course and Daddy's little princess. As the youngest daughter as of yet Cadence feels as though it her moral obligation to be the apple of her daddy's eye. A sweet little girl and a charmer. She hates to be left out of anything that her siblings are doing. The lime light is her calling and will gladly accept any attention that she receives. She was an unexpected addition to this cute family and will make sure that no one forgets about her. Cadence is naturally lovable and endearing, she's a little social butterfly and a chatterbox. Prompt Responce Cadence was out searching for something worthy of earning her her second bell with her godfather Cuauhcoatl. It must be precious not just a little doo-dad that can be found within a mile or two of her home. She wanted something eye catching and admirable. Perhaps something sparkly, or purple! Purple objects had become a recent passion of Cadence's. The filly's eyes roved over the grotto which she had stumbled upon with her godfather. She was sure she would able to find something spectacular here. She turned to call over Cuauhcoatl she wanted assistance in her search. There was no reply to yell, but Cadence wasn't worried. She had been talking his ear off the whole journey and he had probably just walked a ways away to get some peace. She turned around and walked a few feet in either direction and called. Still there was no reply. Cadence gently chewed on her lower lip, unsure of where he could have gone. Her expressive eyes gleamed with forming tears. She was afraid of being alone, of being left behind. Fears swirled dangerously through the young foals mind. What if her parent's didn't like her as a surprise. What if they didn't want her? What if? What if? Panic swelled in her petite chest. Her throat was all choked up and felt faint. She felt like falling to the ground and giving up, they didn't want her, she was sure of it. The caverns glittered brightly around her, mocking her. "Ahhhhhhh," she shrieked wild and savagely. She plowed herself into a nearby stone wall. Her shoulder ached in pain but she had barely made a c***k in the flawlessly smooth wall. They were too perfect, too beautiful, too wanted, and so unlike her. She glared and the small chip in the wall that she had caused. She rammed her front hoof into the crack. Another small piece chipped away. She smiled a frightening grin and dug harder into the fracture. Piece by piece a dent grew in the wall until a large chunk broke off and fell onto the floor. Satisfied she was about to turn and leave when a glint of green caught her eye. Her eyes followed the sparkle which emanated from a green gem protruding partly out of the fallen chunk of stone. Whether it was the reflection of the stone or otherwise there was a glint in the filly's eyes. She carefully poked at the jewel which wiggled feebly. Cadence pressed harder on the precious rock which budged slightly. She must have been working for at least a good half hour until the green jewel finally popped out. Extremely please with herself she pranced out of the cave with the trinket in her mouth. Almost immediately she heard her godfather's voice calling, he sounded quite worried. Cadence thought of not replying and watching him panic, but brushed that cruel thought aside as she saw his face full of fear of having lost his goddaughter. Dropping the gem she cried "I'm over here!" wand was surprised at the fear she heard in her voice. Picking up the dropped object she galloped over to her guardian. He attempted to ask he what had happened but she just broke down in tears. He hushed himself and let her hot tears run onto his chest where she had buried her face. "You didn't leave me." she whispered softly "You didn't leave me." _________________________ Do you RP?: YES! <3 Example(s) of RP: x x x I have more if you'd like to see <3 How active are you in Soquili?: I'd say that I'm active. I'm constantly looking through the guilds, and I love to Rp here. I admit that I don't often chat in the main thread (it's so huge and moves really quickly and I tend to get lost in all of the conversations) but I do chat in questline. Why do you feel you should get a basket/be picked as co-owner for a foal?: I love this family, they are so cute. I would also love to have some family Rp and I know if I was chosen as an owner or co-owner of this basket that I would be able to Rp with the family. Why do you want this basket?:I adore these two parents and the rest of the family in fact. They are all so beautiful and I'm sure this basket will be no exception. I would love to be able to Rp with such a family. I think it would be fun to play as the youngest (at least for now because you never know (; ) and interact with her siblings being such. thank you for considering me <3
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Posted: Sun Jun 26, 2011 4:42 pm
Paint it Red.
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Soquili's Name: Hellen
Name Meaning: No meaning I just liked it.
Personality of Soquili: The Realist or Jaded
Prompt Responce
Quote: Prompt 2:Wandering around one day, you come across your great uncle, Remiel, who decides to delight himself with a little conversation. Leaning close, he riddles a question to you. Light in the clouds like father, or sleepy headed like mom. Are you the kind who finds them self tired suddenly like she is, or always wondering and worried like your father? How does this make you feel? I don't expect a huge explanation. . . you are just a child. How do you respond?
She lifted a brow and leaned away from them stallion she called Uncle quit comically.
"whoa there Uncle lets watch the horns all right? . . . .the last thing i need to to lose an eye or something." she said with a slight laugh and a smile. everyone knew by now that she didn't say the things she said to be rude
"But to answer the question at hand . . .I would say Im so like much like both of them that i came out to be rather like . . .neither of them in the end.
light in clouds? . . .this is certainly something i am not for my mind is so heavy Im sure it would weight my wings if i had any to speak of. Not say that worry as i don't but I do grasp the worst that could happen quite accurately. as for being sleepy headed like mum i am a tad less active than most but my sloth is a far cry as life altering as my mothers . . ."
she replied quite simply with another incontinent foals grin.
Why do you want this basket?: I like it i like the family and I would really like someone new to Rp to my little hearts content
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