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 Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 7:22 pm
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Santeria Temper: Wicked Entry  I also made his hair orange, couldn't decide which I liked best. I decided I like the brown dreads Was it inspired by a story? No Rough Description of Story: Santeria is essentially a witch doctor and a bit of a boogie man. He is eager to grant your wish, at a price, and it may not always be what you were expecting. He uses the power of voodoo to control and manipulate critters and even weak minded Soquili. He always gets what he wants, he is cunning and manipulative. Cross this boogieman and you will end up with some sort of dreadful curse. When he sacrifices and animal he keeps its bones as a source of power, they emanate a green mist, foggy and untouchable. Santeria lives deep in the swamp, and appears only after dark, nightfall is the hour of the witch doctor, the trickster, the mad man, and hes sure to give you a thrill. Comments: I think I may have went a little overboard with his accessories, I just wanted him to have a couple skulls and some shrunken heads. It just shows I got excited and got carried away biggrin If he gets picked ill understand if the artist wants to take some things off <3
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 7:47 pm
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Meratah Temper: Weary Entry Was it inspired by a story? Yes. Loosely inspired by the short work " Green is the Color" by John M. Ford. Rough Description of Story: His was such an easy job, really. Find someone whose time was up, and convince them to follow him. If there wasn't a soul around hi, well, that simply meant he had some time off now didn't it. Unfortunately that was hardly ever the case. Pendant about his neck glowing brightly -did it ever stop?- to light the way to the next weary traveler, his hooves led him down their path. Oh some would try to flee, some would bargain, some would even challenge him. others, the smart ones, would accept his presence for what he was. He was really only the messenger anyway. He wasn't the one telling them their time was up, he wasn't even the one to take them into that next adventure! His task was simply to lead them to those whose job that was. If they gave him trouble over it, that was their fault in the end. Some days he put his flute to use, luring the weary souls to him. Every day he ended it the same though. Before they could escape him again, he'd give them their question. Though they all knew of course the choice was merely a ruse. No one ever denied it, in the end. "Come, if you are coming." Comments: The inspiration was primarily drawn from the short story's use of green. The people who wound up dead by following "Him" were found the next morning glowing green. The hair/tail were done in that 'glow-in-the-dark' green color and given what I hope comes off as a glow effect. Rather minimalist, but I didn't want to hide those markings. xD;;
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 8:27 pm
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted EDIT: Won The Crossing of the Pestered Troll's Bridge Usdia so no longer eligible to win a soq. Name of Soquili: Countess Zylphia Temper: Urbane Entry Name of Soquili: Malakai the Fifth Temper: Genteel Entry
Was it inspired by a story? Yep. Based off of the french folktale Bluebeard
Rough Description of Story:
There once was a wealthy Countess. She was a beauty who was loved throughout the city from whence she came. The Countess lived in an elegant house, and every morning she would go on a morning stroll about the town and politely greet all her neighbors and townsfolk. In return the townsfolk adored her, and would often exclaim about how lovely and civilized their Countess was....and then they would remark on her poor unwed state. A widower, her husband had died several years past. And although she had been seen with countless suitors, none had seemed to stay in town for more than a couple days. This never seemed to bother her the slightest bit, so although the townsfolk remarked, they never did more than that.
Now Countess Zylphia wasn't one to stray from her usual route, so it was a rare day indeed when she met Malakai the Fifth.
It was a frosty morning, when fall was just starting to run into winter. The leaves had fallen from the trees, leaving them withered and bare, and the air was crisp with promises of snow. Countess Zylphia was up early like usual, bag across her back, briskly trotting her usual route around town; down sweets lane, across meat street and along saddle way, when her attention was diverted to an alley nearby. Moaning, low moaning, rose from the alley, giving the morning crispness just a little edge of eeriness. Inexplicably Countess Zylphia was intrigued. She approached slowly, and became aware of a large, glowing green skeleton. Even more intrigued, she leaned in closer and realized what she was staring at was a very large soquili. A orange eye opened and stared at her. "HUNNNNNGGGRRYYY". The eye closed again.
That was Countess Zylphia's first encounter with Malakai the Fifth and he made a lasting impression on her. Or maybe it was his beautiful skeletal patterns, either way she fed the poor stallion, and decided to bring him back to her elegant house. Soon the Countess couldn't be seen without her Malakai, and it became the talk of the town, wondering if this stallion was the one for her. The Countess got such a kick out of it that she began to adorn Malakai in ribbons, and bows and silks and scarves, and with the free food a-coming Malakai didn't bother to complain.
Now two months after Malakai started living with the Countess, she announced that she had to leave the city for a day or two to go visit her sister out of town. She gave Malakai the key to her house and told him that it opened every lock. Then she left for her journey.
Malakai lived the next few days in relative luxury. Not even bothering to go out to visit the town, instead lazying about reading books and eating sweets. So when a knock on the door interrupted his reverie, he choose to ignore it. But the knock persisted. Annoyed, he pretended not to hear it. It persisted. Malakai went to the kitchen, pulled a cleaver from it's chopping block. Opened the door and in a fit of rage slaughtered the offender who had been knocking. When Malakai came to, he was standing in a puddle of blood, cleaver in mouth and victim by his feet. This wasn't the first time this had happened (one of the reasons he had been living on the street) so the first thing he did was go to hide the body. But where? He had a key that opened the locks to every door in the Countess' house. He went to the outside door of the cellar. He put the key in the lock and punted open the door.
He was greeted by the stench of rotting bodies. Apparently The Countess' suitors hadn't left town so quickly after all.
Gagging he turned away and that was the motion that saved his life. Countess Zylphia had returned home a few minutes earlier and had gone looking for Malakai when she saw him open that door. She pulled her own cleaver from her bag, and had gone to eliminate the stallion who knew her secret. She swung for his head, but his backpedaling from the stench threw off her aim. She ended hitting him on the rump, slicing a neat little gash and spilling his green blood.
Malakai the Fifth screamed in pain before limping around to the other side of house, to the front door. The Countess followed. Demonic expression on her face. She wasn't prepared at all for Malakai's retaliation. He scooped up his cleaver in his mouth and turned on her, aiming for her neck. He only made shallow contact but it was enough of an impact to draw her blue blood and make the Countess retreat. Backing-off she glared at her opponent. Cleaver to cleaver. And then she noticed the blood on his hooves and his victim at his feet.
"Umm...were you......hiding....that? .....In my cellar?"
He nodded, eyes narrowed with suspicion.
"oh....Shall we hurry up and get it out of here then?"
Turns out Malakai the Fifth and Countess Zylphia were really meant for each other after all, both being homicidal killers. They lived happily ever after for several years, until one of the suitors families came a-looking and they were both hung for murder.
Comments: Thought I'd leave edit's colors CC cause I couldn't decide and colorist would be more than welcome to do more story inspired edits >.<EDIT: Won The Crossing of the Pestered Troll's Bridge Usdia so no longer eligible to win a soq.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 8:43 pm
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Uriela. (A mix of Ursula and Ariel.) Temper: Bloodthristy. Entry Was it inspired by a story? The Disney version of little mermaid. Rough Description of Story: Once upon a time there was a princess, she was born from land and sea like all her other brother and siblings. Her father was the number one kelpie to the merprince of the west sea, making him in a sense the passed down ruler of mersoquili in that part of the ocean. However his heart belonged to an elegant cerynei/kirin cross who left her home in the forests to stay on the beach, waiting always for her love to visit her. The soquili around this saw her as a curse, she was the mad mare that brought upon the sea beasts and sea witches from the depths and brought them onto the land. However they did not dare touch her in fear of bring a scorn on themselves. They took the high road in their minds and made it so all Kelpies, Mers, and Seathi alike were despised and run off if they came too close to the settlements. One of the daughters that came from this breeding of land and sea ignored the warnings of her siblings and father to stay away from all land walkers cept her own mother. She was cursed in her own right with a curiousness of things outside of her reach, and so she became obsessed with watching the world above. One stallion, who just happened to be the son of the leader, caught her eye the most. He was brave, charming, yet intelligent in his own right. With the passing of years she fell more in love with him even though she knew that since she bared signs of kelpie blood he would never take her as anything other than a monster. She had no chance at his heart, yet hers yearned for his always. Yet suddenly there was a blessing sent to the young mare, in the form of a traveling sea witch. She promised to be able to grant the most lavish of wishes for the correct price. This was her shot! Her one shot at finally having her love! All she needed was the amount that would equal changing someone to a full land walker. Surely only the richest of riches could get that. And what was the one item that she had access to that could pay for such a deed? The mer prince's crown. So in the dead of night she sneaked inside the royal jewel's chamber, careful not to set off any of the traps that she had watched her father and brothers set up before stealing the crown from it's case way back in the room. The mare rushed out now knowing that her time was limited. Soon the guards would find out the crown is missing, and soon there would be a hunt out for the thief. She swam as fast as she could to the sea witch's cave, dropping the crown onto a stone block right in front of the dark witch. With her mind racing with worry the fallen princess sputtered out her request, putting her neck out on the line in one swing in hopes that the witch could grant her wish. Which as in her ad, she said she could. Sadly for the two mares because of the fact that the witch had not dared to do such a powerful spell she did not know for sure the recipe. That did not stop her in the least bit since there was far too much at stake if she turned down the young woman. For this mistake she was punished severely when she started up the spell for the mare. The witch had gotten it wrong, and in a matter of horrifying minutes had doomed herself. Her dark powers were drained from her as her body turned into sea foam, all of the dark matter that was now in a free state latched onto the other party inside this contract; the young love struck mare. She fell into a maddened, bloodthirsty state due to her not being able to control the new power given to her. She did as the powers commanded her to do, first order was to set on the head dress on her head to show that she was a member of the dark cult of sea witches. Second order given to her? Rip out the heart that had caused her to be stuck in this mess in the first place, and keep in a net to forever remind her that she was now a heartless monster. Third order was darker, tainting her mind forever. Now she had to do was kill everything in sight and reap her victories by wearing a part on her body. And so she did. She had to obey whatever was controlling her always, never again able to be sane. Comments: You can change the colors on anything you'd like! Also I wouldn't object to have you put on some more dead animals from the sea on her body. Whatever you feel like changing just go ahead.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 11:02 pm
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Lothair Temper: guileful Entry Was it inspired by a story? A twisted retelling of 'the little girl and the ungrateful snake' also inspired by the witch doctor from princess and the frog Rough Description of Story: It was deep winter, the wind bitingly cold as the young mare fought her way up a steep mountain path to reach her home. Despite her best efforts the light slowly began to fade and the blinding blizzard showed no signs of letting up. Desperate for shelter, she finally happened upon the mouth of a cave, it was nearly invisible. Had the light been any better she probably would have passed it by without a second glance but the cave emitted a faint green glow that had reflected off of glassy stone and snowflake to catch her eye. Relieved to be out of the storm but wary of whatever creature may reside within such a cave, the mare ventured forth into the gloom slowly. What she found deep within nearly took her breath away. A stranger stallion she had never seen, he seemed to be sleeping so she crept closer. The male groaned and shifted, making her jump back momentarily but his movement also drew her gaze to the ropey vines binding him, their thorns biting deep into his flesh. Scattered along the length were glorious violet roses that filled the chamber with a heady sweet scent that made her eyelids feel heavy. The stallion groaned and shifted again, he was a fearsome creature, the skulls bound to his flanks emitted an eerie green light along with the strange markings on his coat, there were dark stains on the rock near his hooves that looked suspiciously like blood. As she stared, the stallion slowly opened his vibrant eyes and held her gaze with his. "Young maiden," he rumbled in his deep lucid voice, "Sweet mare, cut my bonds and I will ever be thy friend." The mare shook her head, taking a stumbling step back as she retreated from that terrifying golden gaze. "No," she replied shakily, "Something is wrong here, I cannot trust you." The wounded look he directed at her sent red hot daggers of guilt stabbing into her chest. "Cruel female," he mourned, wincing as his movements tugged at the thorns embedded into his flesh. "Heartless, cold, to leave me imprisoned here." The mare stepped foreword quickly, "For what reason were you placed here?" she inquired cautiously. "Murder." the stallion replied in a offhand manner, casting a wicked glance over his shoulder, "of the gravest sort I'm afraid." The mare's blood ran cold. "But that was long ago, I would never hurt a mare brave enough to set me free, I am reformed, I could protect you." His wheedling voice dripped honey into the poor mares ears and after a while, despite her initial aversion to the stallion, she found herself helping him to shed his bindings. Surely even one such as he deserved a second chance. The mare stepped foreword, allowing the stallion to use her as a crutch to stand. He wobbled a bit, leaning into her perhaps harder than necessary and as he did she felt a sharp burning jab into her side. She staggered back, feeling a tingling cold as the stallion's poison flooded her body. "What have you done!!?!" she cried in disbelief, "I helped you, you promised not to hurt me!" The stallion stood over her as she sank to her knees, her vision slowly darkening, a cruel smile twisting his handsome features into a skull like mask. "You knew what I was capable of before you freed me." he whispered sweetly as the mare slipped off into oblivion. Comments: Original story At the bottom of the page ^3^
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 1:36 am
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Avada Kedavra Temper: Vindictive Entry(to avoid super big images click for bigger - )  &  Was it inspired by a story? It was inspired by the killing curse in Harry Potter. Rough Description of Story: We were the beginning—we seven. We existed since the beginning of time. For years we ruled, for years chaos was our reign. It was decided that we had tipped the scales, that we were unworthy to exercise our balance. There must be as much good in the world as evil, and our existence caused the scales to be tipped in our favor. Together we were invincible—Death Eaters. Born of darkness and decay, shunning our brethren of the light. But alone, we were fragile and weak.. Alone they took us. We were imprisoned quickly in the depths of a lake in the cave. Our bodies could not break the surface, and so we waited for thousands of years—for aeons—for eternity. Then HE came. The Dark Lord had heard of us as a child. He neither feared us or hated us. He understood us completely, and it was his desire to channel our power into something that he could use. After so long imprisonment, we consented. At first we were infused in his spell, the whisper of a word would send out green jets of light that resembled the decay of our skin. “AVADA KEDAVRA!” It became a word feared by all. We were feared again. He named his people after us, Death Eaters. Somehow, we lived again though still our bodies were sentenced beneath the surface. But he visited us, six more times. Each time, he brought a trinket and asked for our dark power to instill a part of his fractured existence into it. He wanted to live forever. Then for years, he forsook us. There were whispers he had died, but we knew…he could not die. We knew he would return to us, his only friends. And he did. But little by little, we were destroyed. One by one we perished as his horcrux’s were destroyed. We saw the long-beareded white one come—the one HE feared. We shrank in horror beneath the surface—those of us who were left and the minions we had acquired. But we felt him, there in the boy. The boy was the last horcrux of our Dark Lord. We felt our doom coming. One by one my brethren faded in screams of agony, until I alone was left. But I could not die, the boy would not die to kill him. But with a fierce, blinding pain—I discovered I was wrong. The last vestige of us left in a spell that cannot be destroyed, because death cannot die. Avada Kedavra! Comments I had a blast with this and I really appreciate the chance at entering for this lovely boy! Thank you so much!
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 2:48 am
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Mariketa Temper: baneful Entry  Was it inspired by a story? Twist on Hänsel And Gretel in which the witch still lives. Rough Description of Story: Mariketa gazed at the Kalona Stallion in front of her. His slanted amber eyes gazed at her in puzzlement. “Hello big boy,”Mariketa batted her eyes at the Male. “ Little Cerynei’s shouldn't stray into the big bad woods,” the stallions said mockingly. “Not all of us play so nice,” Mariketa stalked forward. Her Nostrils flared scenting the air and her tongue swept the edges of her mouth. “You look Delicious,” Mariketa said with a hungry look in her blood crazed eyes. “Why shouldn’t I rip you to pieces,” he rumbled but for his aggressive manner some 6th sense told him that this female was dangerous. “Sadly for all its fun blood lust only leads to divine punishment. While it’s too late for me, perhaps you still have time;” the Mare sorrowfully looked at the male. -I was once called by the local herds witch and evil one. Insatiable Hunger was my companion and gluttony was my vice. I succumbed to flesh eating and would capture victims with sugary promises. I feasted on the young with the sweetest of flesh. Inside the darkest woods I made my home. I contently tended a fire in which to roast my victims.
For some time my murderous streak continued until I became the victim. I had bitten off more than I could chew, when I had foolishly collected a pair of female and male siblings. While the male foolishly believed my false promises, the young female plotted to murder me.
It was common for me to tend the fire in the morning. The young female knowing this, snuck up on me one morning and pushed me into the fire to burn. “Ungodly witch burn to ashes,” the young female screamed in satisfaction as I wreathed in agony.
The fire greedily kissed my skin like a seductive lover. I could hear a keening wail and knew it was my own. My skin blackened and peeled and I slowly surrendered to my immediate death. However I didn’t die but instead felt the flames creep into my body. Hellfire set my blood on fire and stayed as my companion-"See my skin and know that the fire burns within me. See the embers and smell my charring skin. My blood thirsty nature caused me to be cursed by fire. Cursed to always live in agony but be unable to pass on. Heed my warning and change your ways,” Mariketa gazed at the Kalona before slipping off into the deepest woods. Comments:Her skin in some areas is supposed to look like fire because she was cursed to always burn within. To be forced to live her life in agony to pay for her bloodthirsty crimes.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 5:44 am
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Anesidora Temper: Vengeful Entry Was it inspired by a story? Once upon a time, Enchanted, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty Rough Description of Story: Anesidora was the first born of royalty. She grew up as a princess in a loving family. She had one sister who she thought the world of but this sister ignored her and Anesidora's heart filled with hate at this. Her sister was also more beautiful than her and would always be the center of attention where ever she went. Anesidora grew envious of all that her sister had and was determined to take it from her however she could. Anesidora took in all the knowledge she could about betrayal, envy, hate, vanity, and greed. With this knowledge she convinced her parents into a tragic quest and soon became Queen. As Queen her envy and jealousy grew even more, because she saw her sister grown in beauty while she felt she was growing uglier by the day. Soon her sister bore a child and the Queen grew furious. She sought her sisters death now. She manipulated a lowly servant into killing her sister and as proof he was to bring her heart back to the Queen. Anesidora now keeps the heart of her sister in a box as her most prized possession. Though she still harbors a restless evil within her. Comments: I am not artistic so if mine is chosen feel free to make it more beautiful and use your artistic judgement to change or make better what you want.
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High-functioning Counselor
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 9:38 am
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Valdis Temper: Deceitful Entry  Extra with notesWas it inspired by a story? Goldilocks and the three bears Rough Description of Story: Valdis was known all over the land for her lovely black hide, offset by glorious long, golden hair. Now this mare seemed gentle and loving but in reality she tricked others into giving her what she wanted, she always appeared friendly and jovial to whoever she met but she never actually paid for anything she got, she sweet talked and charmed her way into the hearts of old and young alike to fill her belly, what she couldn't charm from them, she stole, no one would suspect sweet young Valdis of a crime. No one suspected that she hid a secret. One day while wandering the woods Valdis came upon a cottage, it was empty save for three bowls of porridge cooling on the table. Valdis, being hungry ate the contents. Since she'd been walking a while and was tired she decided to sit down but couldn't get comfy in any of the three chairs so, the home still being emtpy, she went upstairs to go and see what she could find to steal. When she reached the bedroom she spied three beds. Two were neat and tidy but one held a sleeping bear, a rather young one it seemed. It's parents having gone into the woods to do ... whatever bears do in the woods. Well Valdis got a little nervous but since the bear was alone and there were no sounds in the house to announce the return of the parents, Valdis moved around the bedroom, looking for jewellery to take. During this search the young bear woke up to find the mare next to his bed, rummaging through the precious things in his mother's drawers. Baby bear roared a squeaky challenge and lunged at Valdis, his claws catching in her golden mane....which came away in his paws. The golden mane had been a wig all along and Valdis wasn't happy. Her secret had been revealed and she couldn't allow that. She killed baby bear (who put up a rather good fight and nearly took her eye). Not wanting to waste any of the opportunity she decided she would take the pelt of the bear, certain beasts found them fascinating. However, she got no further then tearing a piece of hide away when she heard movement coming from downstairs. She panicked then because she knew that the young bears parents had arrived and would soon smell the blood in the air and come looking. She grabbed what she could, her own hide soaked in blood, her hooves stained red. Her wounds ached but she knew she had to get away, a baby bear was one thing but the two downstairs were another matter. She managed to climb out of a window but she left her wig behind, she swore but got away with three bear claws and a scrap of hide. She keeps these things as a bitter reminder of what she lost because since then her hide has been forever marred by the red of blood and the scars, making her no longer beautiful so she had to steal full time just to get by. Comments: Tried my best to twist this but if it's too similar to an existing story somewhere i apologise,
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 11:39 am
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Vellane Temper: Psychotic Entry  Was it inspired by a story? -derp- Rough Description of Story: Vellane suffers from post traumatic stress. Her disorder causes her to see monsters and horrific beings in everyday objects. She cannot be controlled, cannot be tamed. Thrashing her head side to side, she gores and maims her victims. Small animals, trees, garbage, other Soquili, all are her targets. Through her eyes she lives in a world of darkness, a place so horrific she may never recover, in her mind everyone and everything is a vicious monster that will harm her if she does not destroy it first. She was once captured and put on display like an animal, as horrifying as that cage was, she felt a sense of security in it. It kept the monsters out, that wasnt to say she didnt try to cut off any finger or limb that extended its way through the bars of her prison. Once one of the monsters got inside her cage, she gored him and cut him to peaces in front of the crowd. Screams and cries filled the air like sirens. The sea of monsters scattered into chaos when Vellane lurched from her cage. She ran frantically, looking for the exit, any exit, sawing down the monsters in her path. Vellane was not always this way, a traumatic event twisted her into this madness. The doctor tried to tell her that she needed to remember what had happened and confront it, look for the clues in her memories, but how was she supposed to find the answers if she was constantly being hunted by these beasts? They were always after her, plotting, watching, biting at the fragile threads of her sanity. She figured if she could just cut all of them down, saw them into pieces so they wont come back to chase her, then when there aren't so many of them she will be able to see the answers shes looking for. But how many must she dissemble before the answers become clear? Comments: Her appearance: Her hair is dreaded from the lack of care, her bows are the only thing she has left from her past life, her sane life. Her hair is stained with blood from her victims, with the blood stains becoming more saturated towards the bottom.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 12:04 pm
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Rozella Temper: Wishful Entry  Was it inspired by a story? Three Little Pigs Rough Description of Story: Rozella was born in a herd of Soq that functioned more like the wolves they so closely resembled than that the equines that they are. Going so far as to call themselves a pack instead of a herd. It seemed that the only line they did not cross was the eating of meat, for despite their sharp teeth, they found it made them ill. Rozella held no special status within her pack. She was not a future leader, or the mare that all the stallions desire. She was not a warrior, or a special healer. Rozella was simply Rozella. One day, Rozella grew dissatisfied with this. She wanted to be something more than simply herself. Knowing that she could not find this identity within a pack that chose to function as one, Rozella set off for a strange land. She encountered many Soq during her journey. At first, they seemed friendly enough. It was not unusual to see a Soq like her in land surrounding the area her pack roamed. But as the distance between her and her pack, the attitude of Soq seemed to change. Soq would go out of their way to avoid the strange mare. Their eyes would dart to sharp teeth that protruded from her mouth. Rozella attempted to ignored these actions, but she could feel herself growing disheartened. On a day when the sky darkened with clouds that foretold a terrible storm, Rozella encountered three usdias. The first she met she came upon the abandoned shelter of a two-legger. It was peculiar building made of mud and hay, but to her the shelter was not as peculiar as the tiny Soq she'd found within it. The stout Usdia had taken one look at the figure standing within the doorway of its newly claimed home, the figures teeth gleaming in the scant light, and squealed in outrage. "Out! Out! OUT!" screeched the Usdia. Rozella tried to calm the small Soq while expressing her desire for shelter from the storm, but the Usdia would hear none of it. It screamed and hurled insults, not falling silent until a loud crack broke it off. Without further warning, the shelter tumbled around them. When Rozella managed to shake off the pieces of hay and mud that clung to her, it was to see the small Usdia limping into the woods. Determined to apologize to the small creature, Rozella pursued. When she found the Usdia, there was not one, but two. The Usdias stood within a shabby shelter comprised of sticks and leaves. To Rozella, it looked as if a soft gust would send the shelter tumbling. She explained to the Usdias just this, but again was not heard. "Beast!" "Monster!" The Usdias screamed at Rozella, one even going so far as to take a pebble within its moth and spit at her. The tall mare danced out of the way, and accepting that she would find no welcome here, decided to move on. It was at this time that the wind chose to pick up, and just as she expected, the shabby shelter crumbled. Not willing to simply abandon the rude little Soqs, Rozella moved to dig up the small creatures, but before she could move so much as one stick, Usidas 1 and 2 burst from the pile. They screamed of curses and blood eaters before hurrying off, one limping behind the other. The Usdias ran to a third Usdia that dwelled within a nearby cave. They babbled to their friend of a monster that pursued them, and of their destroyed homes. The third shook its head out of pity before allowing its friends to weather the storm within its home. Unfortunately for the Usdias, the nice dry cave drew the attention of a ravenous skinwalker that wished to escape the rain. It found them to be a delicious snack. Rozella never knew the fate of the strange little creatures. She continued on her journey, blissfully unaware. Comments: Nope
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 1:06 pm
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Mausi (Native American for 'Plucks Flowers') Temper: Jealous Entry  NOTE: she is NOT a skin walker, merely wears what is left of his pelt to feel close to him. And the fangs are not hers they are part of the pelt. As are the horns. Ty <3 Was it inspired by a story? Yes! A very upsetting twist of the Beauty and the Beast. PLEASE read through it, as it explains a lot about her <3 Rough Description of Story: Bella and her Beast A beautiful young maiden by the name of Bella lived humbly with her father and two brothers. But growing up without a mother was hard, and truth be told, the father was really on his last legs just trying to keep food in his childrens' bellies. Bella, being the only daughter could not prove to help the family much as she was as vain as she was pretty. Her brothers found work whenever they could, but eventually there was no avoiding it: Bella would have to be betrothed. It was the only way that the father could guarantee his children food and water when he passed away. Grudgingly Bella agreed to be married on the day of her 18th birthday to a lord that was not altogether ugly, but was immensely rich. She could put up with him if she could have whatever she wanted and she supposed her pity would extend to her brothers as well. What she didn't know was that her father had been gravely ill for the longest time, and only recently began to show that he was mere inches from death. When she discovered her father's dead body, clutching the latest parcel from the lord she was to marry, she fled. Running blindly, her jet black hair flowing elegantly behind her, she could not bring her feet to a stop until something quite literally tugged at her side. She had gotten caught in a rose bush, and only when she allowed herself to calm down and dry her eyes of tears did she manage to slowly free herself of the vicious thorns. Upon looking at her surroundings she found that the rose bushes were so well taken care of that their keeper could not be far off. She had only to follow the path between the lovely flowers to eventually be led to an enormous cave. Within this cave there were many torches, so the suddenly brave maiden entered to take a look around. Just how big was this cave? And why would someone want to live all the way back here when they had all those beautiful roses just outside? Driven by her curiosity she would soon find herself deep within what was now obvious to be a series of caverns. What she had thought to be lanterns were really jars of fireflies. Brilliant, really! A sudden gust of warm air hit her from behind, and Bella was frozen stiff. Eyes wide, and terrified, she slowly turned around on the spot, hoping that it was just a gust of wind. What she met was far more furry than a gust of wind. Standing before her was a beast of tooth and claw. Brown and shaggy, he towered over her, his eyes focused on her, and yet hers were caught staring at his curling horns. Another snort of warm air, this time greeting her face, caused Bella to squeeze her eyes shut and hope for a quick death. However, that is not what happened at all! Instead, the beast spoke. "You hurt my rose bush. Are you willing to help me tend it? If you should help me, I will let you go when our work is done." As he spoke he took a step back and raised his head higher into the shadows of the cavern, making his features less visible, apart from his eyes. They shone brightly as they looked down at her, yet they did not bear menace. How could they? They were looking at such a beautiful flower, after all. The maiden, fearing for her life decided it would be best not to refuse the beast and simply nodded and took a brave step forward. He nodded in response and began to lead the way out of the caverns that were his home. Along the way, she saw many treasures and trinkets that he must have gathered, and even some stocked food. He didn't live badly at all in what she had at first assumed to just be a dank, lonely cave. Bella moved cautiously, but obeyed what the beast demanded of her as they began work on the rose bushes she had trampled earlier. To her surprise, the healing process took much longer than she had expected. At first she thought that perhaps the beast never meant to release her at all, but as time wore on, she came to see the love and tender care that he bestowed on his roses, and he even had the decency to show her the same treatment. Being an extremely vain mare, she would only expect such treatment, but to see a beast do the same slowly humbled her. By the time that the rose bush was back to health, Bella had formed feelings for this beast. He had shown her what love was, and he had taught her that though beauty was important, it could be lonely should one never find another to share that beauty with. But Bella still had an arrangement to upkeep, so she came to an agreement with the beast. She would bring some of his treasures back to her brothers so that they may live comfortably, and she would tell the lord that she no longer needed his aide, so that her heart would be free to give to the beast when she returned. Hesitant to let her go at all, the beast eventually agreed if she were to take a mirror that would show her the beast should she only ask and his magic ring with her. Should she spin this ring three times, she would instantly reappear at the cavern's entrance to be with him once more. And so, taking the ring. mirror, and some treasures, she trekked back to her brothers to bring them the good news. She checked on the beast often, always seeing him tending carefully to the roses. It was a long process to find the lord and then convince him that she really did not need to marry him anymore, but when she finally did so she left graciously to say goodbye to her brothers before she was to leave to go back to the beast. What she had not told the beast before she left was that she was with child. Having not been certain at the time, she thought it best to make sure before telling him. But with all the excitement of finally having freed her heart so that she may give it to the beast whom she had grown to love so, she spilled the beans to her brothers who met it with surprise and discomfort. Perhaps it would be best for her if she lived with the beast from now on, they would say, so her decision to leave was not a hard one. Not bothering to check the mirror before she returned, Bella simply turned the ring three times, and appeared back home, in the cavern of the beast. What she saw was the beast lying amid his rose bushes, starved of food and attention and barely breathing. The garden, on the other hand was more gorgeous than it had ever been before, roses bursting open so that the green leaves below were barely even seen. Rushing to her love's side, Bella began to cry and demand of the beast why he had gotten sick and stood at Death's feet. Turning over as best he could, the dying beast opened his eyes and lay a paw up against Bella's chest, right over her heart. Gasping, he replied in his dying breath, "This beast found his love, but being apart from her.... I.... love you... Bella..." A muscle spasm in his paw caused it to clench and scrape across her skin, leaving claw marks across her heart, and the pain is what set her off. Already crying, Bella did not have to see to know that the beast had finally left this world. She began to scream, wail, howl, and hit and kick. In her rage she tore the beast apart quite literally, yelling about how he was going to be a father and that she had finally found her place in the world and had been free to give her heart to him she took out all of her anger on her beloved until she passed out. Upon waking up she found herself covered in blood, her hair had become so knotted and tangled that there was no way it could be combed out, and her eyes were so bloodshot that she almost saw in a tinge of red. Angry, jealous, and utterly heartbroken Bella stood up, muttering to herself, "No, not Bella. She's gone. It's Mausi, now." And so with the loss of her name came a drastic change in the maiden. She cut off all her hair and took the beast's skin to wear as her own. Stashing away the mirror and putting on the beast's ring, she cleaned up the garden, throwing what remained of his body to the rose bushes. Over time, the roses that were white as a cloud grew crimson red and shrunk in size, thorns now presiding over the once beautiful flowers until eventually the roses could barely survive and only sparsely came to bloom. Still she tended the bushes, but now to promote the lives of the thorns and their prickly demeanor instead of beauty. She lived alone in the caverns that she had once shared with the beast, and snapped every time she saw a pretty rose, immediately and somewhat irrationally stomping it into the ground. The child she had carried when she came home did not survive her hellish breakdown, but to this day, little ones are the only things that can calm this maiden down and bring a genuine smile to her face. Perhaps one will show her the meaning of love and happiness in her days to come, but as it stands now, this dark dame lives a life of loneliness, anger and jealousy. Comments: Thank you so much for having this contest! These are probably my favorite events <3 Now, details about my mare: She wears the 'mask' and mane of her beast, as underneath her mane is non-existent, or at least close to (like she hacked it off as close down to the roots as possible). And the pelt on her back is the biggest piece of what was left of his skin (more or less rump and tail piece of him), draped across her back and rump. Her right foreleg has a wrapping of thorns, should look old and withered as if they had been there forever (this is her rose-stomping foot), as well as the rose underfoot (see last brackets). The 'ring' around her neck should be silver, but otherwise not special. Could have the words 'Beast' carved into them if that suits, but not necessary. And I did add some blood in places, so under the masks's chin is most important as well as on her belly under the pelt, and around the thorns on her right leg. Any blood that is on the pelt should look darker as if it were dry and old, at least mostly, not like she's cleaning it. Oh, and the ring should be placed so that the line of blood on her neck looks like it's coming from the ring being too tight. <3 ALSO! Forgot to add the scars across her heart. Should be claw marks ^_^ Kinda scarred, maybe bleeding a little if you like, but could also be really old looking scars.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 2:07 pm
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Rosiland Wingrave Lloyd Temper: Jeleous Entry  Alternate with capeWas it inspired by a story? It's based off of a short story called "The Romance of Certain Old Clothes" by: Henry James. I liked the story a lot and actually grew pretty fond of the characted Rosiland. Rough Description of Story: Pretty much, there are these two sister, Rosiland, the eldest, and then there is Perdita, the youngest. They have a brother who was sent across the ocean (they lived in the times of the colonies), in order to study, as wished by his father. He came back when his sisters were both in their 20's, bringing a friend named Arthur Lloyd. Mr. Lloyd became attracted to the sisters, deciding that he shall spend more time there in order to figure out which sister he wanted to romance. One night, Rosiland was looking out her bedroom window (her and her sister shared a room), she saw her sister coming up from beside the shed in the dark. When Perdita had reached their room, she confronted her, and found that Mr. Lloyd had asked for Perdita's hand and that her mother had already accepted him as a suitor. Perdita recieved many different silks and lace to make the clothes for her as a married woman. Rosiland just sat and watched her sister, mother, and all the town ladies worry about what to do with all the fabrics. One fabric was given to her by Mr. Lloyd himself. A beautiful white silk with blue and silver in the fabric. Perdita had told her sister that blue was her color and she would look so marvolous in it, but that it was too bad that the beautiful fabric wasn't got her. Rosiland looked the fabric up and down, loving it. Perdita knew that she had grabbed her sisters attention and Rosiland went to work on the fabrics to creat the most beautiful wardrobe for her sister. Perdita and Mr. Lloyd were married the next summer. After a year of marriage, Perdita had given birth to a daughter, but had fallen ill. On her death bed, with her infant daughter lain beside her and Mr. Lloyd holding her hand, she made him promise to lock away all of her beautiful dresses in the attic within a strong trunk, locking the key away in his office until her daughter was old enough to use them. After Perdita died, Mr. Lloyd sent away his young daughter to live with her grandmother while he travelled. When he arrived home after a few years, he longed for his daughter, and sent for her right away. But the child would cry when any attempt was made to take her away from Rosiland, so he had her move in with them as well. She spent a few months there, leaving only when she felt that Mr. Lloyd had wanted her and needed her by his side. Sure enough, a month later, he showed up at her house, deciding to ask for her hand. He was accepted as a suitor for her and they were married soon after. By the time she moved in with him and was married to him, his buisness was going bad, he didn't have as much money as he did when he was married to Perdita. This made Rosiland very jelous of her dead sisters wealth. She thought of the clothes that Perdita had owned and asked her husband for the key to the trunk. He told her no and that he had promised Perdita he would save them for their daughter. She asked again, but broke down because she couldn't stand that her sister had had more. He caved, got the key and threw it towards her, telling her that she could do what she wanted with it. She, in turn, threw it down, saying she didn't want it. They had both left the room. Rosiland returned to the room, seeing the daughter had ripped open the envelope. She took it from her and left. A few hours later Mr. Lloyd was having dinner and hadn't seen his wife. He asked around to see if anyone had seen her, but no one had. He went off to look for her, calling her name. He headed toward the attic, afraid of what he might find. As he decended the stairs, he saw his wife, sitting near the open trunk. He rushed over to her, seeing her deathly pale, looking at her face, seeing 10 ghostly claw marks across them. Comments: Her dress kinda sucks, but it's a general idea, lol. I don't like the pattern very much, but I think a floral pattern with a pretty light blue and a nice silver is what I envisioned when I read the description of the fabric. Also, her hair is supposed to be auburn... but I'm not sure how auburn the color is, lol! I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Hideki Temper: Horrible Entry Was it inspired by a story? He was gonna be, but not anymore xD lol! I really really really wanted to draw hair on him like this... 'cause I think it looks good on him and I have no idea of any stories where the character has hair as such xD Rough Description of Story: No story :3 <3 Comments: the things in his hair, besides the braids, are beads xD
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 3:49 pm
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Jacque Temper: Tricky Entry  Was it inspired by a story? Not really? I just thought of a combination between witch doctor, day of the dead due to his markings, and just a sly folk. Rough Description of Story: An interesting fellow, he roams the night seeking those who are in need of "assistance". Of course his help isn't always what they want, especially if it ends with trouble. Yet before the problems begin Jacque has escaped scott-free. A ghoulish stallion, he enjoys trickery and causing mischief. Comments: The smoke would be various colors of purple with skulls, screaming faces making up it. And his tail markings would be bones of a horses tail to match the rest of his body and end with swirls like his feet.
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Posted: Fri Nov 04, 2011 3:57 pm
I'm ready for my Closeup, Mr Demille twisted Name of Soquili: Celine Temper: Mournful Entry  Was it inspired by a story? The black death, the terror of bubonic plague that ravaged Europe. Rough Description of Story: A sad individual little Celine has trouble making friends. She is usually seen on her alone if the rats and spiders she keeps as pals don't count. On her own the little lady has thrived and conquered various social obstacles that have stood in her way due to the creepy appearance she possesses. If her friends don't put people off, than her blood red markings certainly do. The rats, bats, spiders, and other critters that go bump in the night are her family. Young Celine is kind and loving, and desires to learn and do so much. She has set out to prove that looks don't make the soquili, but the heart they possess do. Comments: Not too much to say on the little lady. For her hair I just thought it'd be neat to have the wind sweep just enough to create an image of the grim reaper due to what she represents. Perhaps a few spiderwebs could be added to her design to aid the spiders? Maybe another rat? Anyways thanks for the event! Twas fun!
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