Username: Avid_RPer18 Foal's name: Gershom Foal's temper: Rapacious Which prompt? First Prompt response: Having slipped off on his own for a little adventurous jaunt, Gershom had been trailing a rabbit. Alternating between allowing the small creature space to maneuver around, to breathe, and driving it in and out of thicket and clearing, the colt was having a grand old time. Bearing down on it now, the rabbit darted into an open meadow. Gershom had been hot on its tail but nearly stumbled with how suddenly he stopped. His quarry darted out into the opening, frantically wheeling around a larger presence before disappearing down a small rise. Said presence was a young filly, one that looked almost of age with himself. What a strange creature. When the rabbit raced around her, she had spun wildly around to watch it, giggling as it ran off. A wrinkle formed upon his nose as he looked on, a look of inquiry and distaste settling upon the colt’s features. She was just so very…plain and she carried on as though everything was right with the world, that she wasn’t missing anything.
Shifting and refolding the wings upon his back, the colt narrowed his eyes as a wickedly impish grin pulled at the corners of his over-wide mouth. The filly looked like she was in the mood to play and Gershom did so love games. Pressing his sharp hooves into the soft turf, he launched out from the tree line, charging towards her, making a sudden, short stop just over a nose length away from her, his wispy, smoky mane billowing forward around his face and only just drifting past the stock still, startled filly. Her eyes were wide and frightened as she looked over him. “What’s the matter with you? Do you not want to play?”
“A-ah…” The filly stuttered out, scarcely able or willing to look directly into his blazing red eyes for long. She swallowed softly before meeting his gaze. “I didn’t k-know that anyone else w-was here. W-where did you come from?”
“Near and far enough,” He answered simply, taking a couple of steps back, giving her a little room to breathe. “Do I frighten you? Am I such an aberration from what you normally see?”
“Oh, okay,” She gave a shake of her head, pawing at the grass with her hoof. “You do, a little bit. Yeah. No one in my family looks anything remotely like you. We’re all, I don’t know, normal looking? You’re very strange, unlike anyone I’ve ever seen.”
Somewhat torn between feeling aggravated or a little bit of pride, Gershom settled for a small portion of both. She had never seen anyone like him? So he a first? Fantastic. But she was insinuating that he, and by extension, his family were abnormal? It was nonsense, of course. He and his siblings were a cut above the rest. His parents were insightful, intelligent, dangerous, wonderful things. That was his normal and anything else was simply subpar. Snorting rather dismissively, he looked at her sideways. “What makes you think that your family is the norm? You’re terribly plain compared to my family. We’re fantastic.” He nodded with a degree of finality. “Enough about family and what is or isn’t normal. Do you want to play or not? How do you feel about tag or hide and seek? What say you?”
The filly looked hesitant at the prospect, but she was alone. Her brother was off learning something with her father and they both wouldn’t return until nightfall. There weren’t anyone else in her small family herd that was close to her age other than her brother. “Well, in this meadow, there aren’t really many places to hide; so tag will be okay, I think. Who starts?”
The impish grin split his muzzle again. “I’ll start. You run. Go! The game is on!” The young female turned and ran, looking back over her shoulder. Yes, this was as it should be. Gershom reared, pawing at the air, before springing from his spot and tearing off after her. She was fleet of foot but the paths she kept choosing were not efficient. When he did draw close, the colt would n** at her heels or her flank. He was having a grand old time. It was more akin to how he’d play with his siblings. He didn’t mind nipping or rough housing, didn’t mind a little blood being drawn. That’s how you knew the game was good and well played.
Before he knew it, the filly gave a shriek that was definitely not one of gleeful, playfulness. Her breathing was ragged. She was afraid. “Leave me alone! You’re a nightmare! A monster! Go away!” Giving a rearward kick, her rounded hoof connected to the side of his jaw. His teeth had snapped together, catching the side of his tongue between them. Skidding to a staggering halt, Gershom shook his head. The metallic tang of blood filled his mouth. He spat into the grass and watched the filly disappear around a bank of shrubs a good ways off. With a snort, Gershom couldn’t help but give a little grin. That filly obviously didn’t know how to play properly. Still, it wasn’t too bad a game.
Comments/Other: Thank you for doing this! I love the family and the chance to possibly join it is just fantastic.
A little on Gershom’s personality and mannerisms, I picture him as being very visually driven and a visual learner. Motion, appearance, gait, and body language will be things he keys in on from early on. Problem solving and rather predatory, he'll enjoy the hunt, chasing, cutting off, driving his quarry. Given the chance, he'd prefer to reason through a problem than try to beat it into submission. A bit of a greedy boy, if he comes to want something, he'll do his damnedest to try to get what he wants, when he wants it. Again, the pursuit will be just about as satisfying as the acquisition. This is a fact that might be of use to his family, perhaps namely his father. Gershom will be very proud of his lineage and very fond of his siblings. (Though that won't stop him from playing rough, snapping, biting, and carrying on. He's a mouthy one, tactile, if he can get away with it.) Towards his parents, he'll tend to keep to respectable formality, more often than not, for they are the molders of his clay, laying the groundwork for his adult life. They are dangerous, crafty things and he will love them for it.
Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 4:37 am
Username: ~Twilight...Angel~ Foal's name: Barnabas; means Son of the Prophet Foal's temper: Vindictive Which prompt?
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Even as a foal, you're aware that you're very different from most soquili. Maybe you have paws, or six wings, or eyes covering your body. Maybe all three! One day, you meet a foal from another family and they make no secret of finding you spooky and strange. Does this offend you? Delight you? What do you do? (Feel free to include the other foal in your response)
Prompt response: Barnabas knew that he was different looking, even downright terrifying than most, and he liked it that way. Having paws and made of wisps like his mother gave him an edge. It was much easier to terrify others (and be useful to his mother), while he had this vague appearance of disappearing edges. His favorite thing to do most days was to terrify other young foals. One day, as he was wandering around the area a bit, he found a small grove of trees. It was dark and shady within, even with the trees so far apart. Barnabas looked around carefully. He didn't want such a glorious chance to terrify someone to be ruined from others watching him. When he confirmed that no one was watching, he entered the dark grove, deciding it would be wonderful to lie in wait for another curious being. He carefully laid himself behind a small bush, not wanting his eyes to give him away, but needing to look and see when someone approached. Some time passed as he lay in his hiding place when a small group of foals slowly walked toward the grove. Barnabas smiled as the three slowly walked closer to his hiding place. Slowly and quietly he rose from behind the bush, growling lightly at the other foals. As they turned and let out shrill screams, he laughed in delight. The others ran out of the grove as fast as their little legs could take them. Later that same day, Barnabas was lightly grazing on some grass in a more open field. Despite his appearance he did enjoy grazing along a nice patch of grass. As he looked up from where he was grazing, he saw the foals from earlier coming toward him. They must have figured out it was him when they stopped screaming, and he smiled to himself. As he watched them come closer, he noticed a few other, slightly larger foals, with them. When he looked around and saw no one else around him, he figured that they must be coming toward them. The larger foals took the lead as they all closed in around him. He didn't feel fear as they surrounded him, only anger. When he had been younger, before he took to scaring the others, they ganged up on him in this manner. He resented it all even now, growling at them in a low menacing tone. "We don't appreciate you scaring the younger foals." This was the biggest of the new foals. He seemed to think cause he was bigger Barnabas would back down. Barnabas smiled at the large foal, the growl dying back only a little in his throat. "I care not who it is I scare, or who they belong to. I am merely doing what was done to me when I was young." He glared at the biggest foal. He would never back down from a fight, he wasn't raised to be weak. Barnabas needed to be strong willed in order to be of use to his mother. The other foals sensed his anger and vindication. They decided that they spoke their minds and that was enough. The largest of them snorted at Barnabas and turned to leave. As he did, he whispered one word, "Freak." That one word changed what Barnabas is. It changed the course of who he wanted to be. It made his lips curl up into a smile... freak... How he loved that word. Comments/Other: I love the thought of these two having babies! The babies will look so awesome <3 and having a chance at one is exciting x3
Foal's name: Ködćoro [Darkness that Flows like Rain] / Kalmaćoro [Death that Flows like Rain]
Foal's temper: Visceral
While there comes a certain "arrogance" to being who and what he is, Coro/Kal is definitely a more instinctive Soquili. This instinctiveness might not always come naturally as a foal, but, it will only take a swipe or two from mother's claws to learn. To adapt. Coro is no skinwalker, but he can be downright ruthless, and like his one-word-summary of his temperament suggests...he's very prone to reverting to base instincts in all aspects of his life. This does not make him stupid, oh no. He's a very intelligent creature, as his mother raised him well in her own way. He's not an enemy one would wish to make.
His relationship with his wayward father is likely to be tenuous at best. Eventually Coro may come to realize the games he plays, but only time will tell.
Which prompt? Prompt--C-C-C-COMBO BREAKERRRRRR! I'll take Combinations 1 & 2, Alex, for $2000.
Prompt response:
His paws pressed against the earth, spreading and kneading. Ahh. There was nothing like the feel of it. He'd stopped in a clearing, out exploring. Not the first time away from mother, no, and certainly not the last. He was growing by leaps and bounds, just like his siblings. Coro was just as large as they were, maybe larger. He was every bit as good as they were!
The thought made him smug.
Red eyes stared out to the world, daring and watchful--for a colt. A sensation trilled up his legs but even as he noticed it his eyes caught sight of a trio of foals romping his way. He squinted, seeing that there was definitely something off about them.
Something...different.
Hah!
Those three fools were wingless! His own trio of matched wings flickered against his back. And...they didn't have misty, flaming, foggy bodies. Nor extra eyes. Nor teeth nor paws nor anything he and his family had. And they had hooves, to be sure, but not cloven ones like his father. Why, they were short and rounded!
What fools!
He surged forward, thankful for the paws that kept him quiet. Briefly he ran with his head up, but soon he ran with his head lowered. The foals - all colts, like him - let out whoops and set to romping and frolicking around, but they all let out a shrill set of squeals when they saw him coming. It bolstered him and made his confidence grow.
Proudly, he bared his fangs and slowed to slink towards them, ears pinned.
"You lot! You're trespassing! Get out, you and your round hooves and no-wings and no-teeth and no-paws!"
Bunching together, they stared at him, long and hard, then jostled amongst themselves as they drew back a couple paces. Finally, the one in the middle scoffed. Scoffed! The other had the nerve to scoff! He snapped his teeth and made them flinch!
"Haha! You're weird. And ugly. What are those soft things for feet?"
Bolstered by their friend's courage, the two flanking him jumped forward. Uncertain of why these...others were striking back, Coro's ears flattened further against his skull and he let loose a rumble from deep in his chest as he skittered back!
The colt on the right sputtered with laughter. "Haha! Oh man, did you hear that!? What was that?"
"i heard a baby mountain lion before! Sounds like a kitten purr!" The third was encouraged further still.
What?
"It's a growl! Get back!" He snapped and was lucky enough to graze his teeth against a nose! It drew blood, the metallic tang bright in the air and bright on his tongue. The third squealed and leaped back; his friends drew forward, puffing and posturing.
"I think you're a freak and a monster!" The second spat!
"Am not! You're all freaks! Others! Lessers! My Momma says so!" He countered. His mother was right! They were lesser beings!
The colt he'd grazed with his small fangs pulled back forward and laughed again: "Your Momma? Your Momma's a freak, too!"
The middle shouted in his face. "Freak! Freak! You're a freak!"
It became a chant as the three mighty musketeers drove the would-be 'monster' back. They hooted and hollered it and chased him as he turned, licks of foggy mist rising off his body. He felt his emotions shift from confident and smug to uncertain and then downright terrified. As he broke into the trees, bruising and bloodying his paws as he stepped on rocks and cracked branches, he let loose a shrill wail of his own.
"MOMMAAAAAAA!"
By the time he reached Proserpina's side he was sobbing and shaking but recanted his tale.
By the time he got to where he ran, he didn't see this attack coming. His mother's paw, with her sharp claws, smacked against his face. Thin trails of blood welled up. Coro yelped and wobbled, then hit the ground, only to scramble back to his feet. Sniffling. But he no longer cried out.
Apparently he was already learning.
His mother looked down at him and muttered something along the lines of "unripened fruit" before she turned away. She would leave her son to figure this out. It would help to start to take the bright green stain from his young hide. He was going to need time and further conditioning if this incident was any indication.
But her little green colt showed...promise.
Comments/Other: Thanks for the opportunity, guys! It was fun, to have some development in even my contest entry. >w> <3
Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 8:23 am
Username: hanging gallow Foal's name: Vejove Foal's temper: Guileful Which prompt? Prompt 1 Prompt response: Fog rolled across the ground like smoke dancing among the newly green grass that had emerged from the cold earth, still covered in petite beads of dew. Despite winter’s desperate hold in clinging to remain in the land spring was budding quickly like the small spring greens that started to emerge on the ends of the trees. Creatures started to move, some lumbering out of their dark homes and embracing the sunrise once again while others danced from tree to tree shrieking with a joyous noise. Along the shadows where the sun’s rays could not reached its amber fingers stood the foal, his eyes watching each movement of the awaken land as a small grin started to form on his muzzle. This was his favorite time of the day and it was not for the view of the rising ball of flame along the earth. It was the movement; the mere thought of every creature rising to some stupid orb that hung in the sky was amusing. It was as if no other sense was aware to them, they just lived oblivious little lives unaware of things that lurked in the darkness like a naïve babe.
It was so delightful to Vejove as the eyes along his side watched, darting to each little dance of an animal. Oh one day he would play with them, toy with them like little puppets letting them flounder in unaware of the master playing with their emotions. He wanted to make them turn on one another, he wanted to see them act and lash out and grow bitter to one another blaming each other, never really thinking of what other cause would have created the rift. One day, but now he was suppose to return, when the sun rose they would sleep hiding in the darkness tucked away letting the naïve live their happy state.
Giving one last look Vejove turned back heading to what his mother considered their home, his paws curling in the damp dirt as he slowly made his way. A crashing of leaves and twigs sounded to his left as his ears perked in interest, something was coming. Furrowing his brow he merely assumed it was one of his other siblings returning until a pink uni foal darted out from the trees.
“Almost got you Jupiter….. Hey wait your not my brother!” He cried as quickly dug his hooves into the ground to a skidding halt. Staring his tail started to twitch in annoyance as his lip curled in disgust, “your just some weirdo.” The words came out his mouth like venom dripping from the teeth of a rattler. The young colt started to trot around him eyeing him as if he was nothing more than some sort of dead carcass that smelt ripe beyond its death.
“Hey you creep,” the colt started as he had come to the rather slow conclusion his brother was no longer in the clearing. “Have you seen another uni around here, one like me but with some purple?”
Vejove lips started to turn on the edges as the grin started to form on his muzzle, creep? Werido? This was all the simple-minded species was able to form in insults? Ha, this would be too easy! Too easy indeed!
Taking a few steps towards the forest Vejove gave the colt a nod of his head, “ I saw him earlier this morning and I am sure I am likely to see him before you again that I am reassured of. Tell me do you know where you are?”
A huff escaped from the colt’s lungs as his eyes narrowed, “what do you mean you’ll see him before me? And no it’s just some stupid trees and grass. Quit talking funny and tell me now before I hurt you!”
“Oh so no one has told you have they? Oh you poor pitiful soul.” Vejove replied mockingly as he grew closer to the edge of the tree line, the long branches reaching out over the edge casting a shadow still untouched by morning’s light. “I live here, we all live here, and you see while this is your so called morning this is our night, and well we were just famished and along came this cute little dainty flower of a brother and well you can guess the rest. I will say he was most certainly the most delicious uni I have ever had in my short weirdo like life.” As the grin grew with every word Vejove watched the colts face twist into horror, as he slowly comprehend the words he had spoke. Oh so delightful! Vejove thought as he gave the colt a nod of his head.
“Well I must be going, it’s late for a little young creeps like myself. I do wish you a good day. Tata!” As soon as the words had escaped his lips Vejove dove into the woods, the sound of laughter gurgling in his head and out of his mouth. His ears were far too delighted with the sound as the cold was still screaming at the edge of the forest demanding him to return. Truth he had no idea where the imbecile brother was, eventually he would appear but until then it was much more amusing to let the other be devastated at the loss. Oh what a goodnight sleep he would have today.
Comments/Other: Thank you so much for this event <3
Username: Kamiki Foal's name: Enoch (Following the paternal family tradition of biblical figures) Foal's temper: decursive Which prompt? Numbah 2 (a metaphorical inspiration) Prompt response:
Enoch didn’t understand. He never understood. He certainly looked the part… strange and spooky with canine like paws and bat-like wings. His siblings, his parents… they were all different than other Soquili. They didn’t fit in, and, most importantly, they didn’t want to. They liked their dark and mysterious ways, and more than once had he found himself at the end of his mother’s disapproving claws. Enoch never did anything wrong, but that was kind of the point. He felt just so…unfinished. Had he not looked so much like the rest of this family, Enoch would have sworn he was basket-switched at birth. He often found himself watching the other foals from afar - prancing about the meadows. Making friends.
Enoch felt utterly alone. He didn’t fit in with the normal Soquili, but nor did he feel comfortable in his own skin; much less his own family. But it was more than just some longing to be like everyone else; he just felt like there was something wrong with him. Like he wasn’t quite where he was meant to be. While wandering along the southern border of his mother’s current territory, he saw a raven in a tree, feasting on some strange fruit. They were long and yellow, with a strong scent, and seemed to have a mushy, gooey flesh under a thick skin. Enoch tilted his head and watched, until the raven threw down the bunch to his feet.
He looked down. They were tube-shaped, yellow and blotchy, except for one. It was green, and seemed stiffer than the others. Curiously, he bit into that one first, but quickly recoiled at the sharp, bitter taste. The raven above him cackled in glee at his reaction. “Of course you would choose that one first,” she called. “It’s not ready yet.”
“Oh…” Enoch said, unsure why the raven found it so amusing.
“Give it time,” she said. She fluffed her feathers and flew down to a lower branch. “Even though its been separated from its tree, it will still continue to get ripe,” she explained.
“Whatever,” Enoch lamented, and left the random raven to her musings. Unbeknownst to the little foal, the raven followed him. Nearly every week, the strange bird would leave another bunch of the fruit near him; always with one bright green one. Enoch didn’t understand, but somehow, began to have a strange appreciation for the bitter stiff fruit. The raven stuck around as well, always keeping him in her sights. She knew an unripe fruit when she saw one.
Comments/Other: … so the prompt was basically the start to what I see as being a very long-going over-reaching idea I have for this foal. It would be far too long to do in one prompt; but the basic idea I have for the foal is to be a -very- slow bloomer to his darker nature. He’s not going to be the typical “I look evil but I’m actually good at heart” - but he may go through that phase. Throughout his life, he’s going to slowly embrace his dark side, becoming more and more dark as he gets older. As every encounter and deed he does in his life begins to twist and corrupt in him. In the end, he’s be just as dark and twisted as others in his family, but its going to take him years to get there. And I hope to eventually obtain or custom his raven familiar as well, to go with the story.
Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 11:01 am
Username: cyhorse Foal's name: If male- Harland (one who troubles) If female- Vadoma (the knowing one) Foal's temper: Manipulative He/She will use his/her charm and strength in order to perform favors for other soquili, but in turn they will owe him/her a favor. It might take a while for him/her to use this favor, but he/she will make sure that the favor is returned or there will be consequences. Which prompt? 2 Prompt response: The comments were once like knives in the foal's side. Strange? Spooky? Why would someone call him that? Now, however, the young foal was used to these names, in fact, he was growing fond of them. A chuckle escaped the brown foal's body as Harland let the other foal's comments about his appearance roll around in his mind. "Perhaps I'm a bit... spooky, but I can assure you that you will need me one day."
After letting that comment sink in, Harland began to explain. "You see, I am strong, you are not. I am charming and you... well you are just a bit repulsive." He stifled a grin as his tail swished slightly. Harland was at quite the advantage here and the other foal seemed to now be processing just that.
His shoulders raised slightly and he began to turn. "Ah, but who am I? Just some spooky and strange colt." A smile curled on his lips as he waited for a second then began to take a few steps until the 'WAIT' began to ring in his ears. So the other foal had fallen for the trap. Good. "What's that? You want my assistance? Everything comes with a price..."
Comments/Other: I think it would be a lot of fun to plot with the family and with other foals. I could see a ton of plots with this character. It's worth a shot. c: Thank you so much for hosting this contest!
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Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 2:04 pm
Username: stormflower Foal's name: Aniketos- Original Greek form of Latin Anicetus, meaning "unconquerable." Foal's temper: closed-off Which prompt? 2 "Even as a foal, you're aware that you're very different from most soquili. Maybe you have paws, or six wings, or eyes covering your body. Maybe all three! One day, you meet a foal from another family and they make no secret of finding you spooky and strange. Does this offend you? Delight you? What do you do? (Feel free to include the other foal in your response)" Prompt response: 'Yet another one of 'those' encounters, another foal calling me strange and scary. Im used to it now though inside I wish it was easier to make friends for one to not judge on how I look. If that's how they want it then fine! They think Im scary ill make sure they wake screaming in terror at the glimpse of me. I embrace my differences, my family may not be normal but they are my family and we embrace who we are. We have strength and not weaknesses of judgement. That's right walk off for now, you know the look in these eyes and I do not back down. Ill stand tall with my chest out and a snarl on my face and lets see if you want to cross me then! Ill tear you all to shreds I will, try and gang up on me I dare you. I......' "HEY, im talking to you!", says the colt across from him. "Are you going to do anything?! Man your weak, Im out of here....LoserFreak." and with that the colt left. Anik smirked as he turned around. "That's right you better run home to your mommy, things were about to get ugly. HA!", he said as he headed back towards his siblings to tell of the tongue lashing he 'gave' the other colt exagerating every detail his mind had created.
Comments/Other: I thank you for the oppurtunity to try and become a part of such an epic family, rather 2 epic families. It is an honor! <3 I apologize for the lameness of the prompt response. I wanted to kinda be different, but not sure it came out as I originally planned xD
Posted: Fri Mar 07, 2014 3:46 pm
Username: AislingJuno Foal's name: Mephisto the shorter version of Mephistopheles . The name is from a demon featured in German folklore originally appearing in the Faust legend. The story is also featured in a rather colorful opera. Foal's temper: sagacious Which prompt?1 Prompt response:
“I am a creature born of shadows and within myself a battle rages. I stand at the edge of a cliff and sharp rocks lay bellow me. “-Mephisto
Proserpina’s expectation were a heavy burden and Mephisto strove to prove himself. He felt in awe of her beauty and in fear of her sharp nails against his flanks. At this hour of the night his mother would be patrolling the borders of her territory. Each night Proserpina would leave her foals hidden while she guarded her territory and hunted her prey. Some days she would come back from her excursions with her face glowing and victory in her eyes. On the days after such night Proserpina demeanor towards her foals would soften a bit and she would scold them a bit less.
Mephisto raised his face to the heavens noting the overcast sky. Snow gracefully fell and covered the ground. The snow would cover his tracks quickly. Mephisto tilted his head and cocked his right ear to one side. He lifted his nose and scented the air noting the distinctive smells of his surroundings. Mephisto could not see, smell or hear his mother approaching -this was the moment he was waiting for. He gaze was drawn to a nearby cave there his siblings lay asleep. He was torn, a part of him wanted to share this adventure with his siblings. A more selfish part of him whispered it would be easier to sneak away without the burden of a brother/sister. If he went by himself he could later regale his sibling with the tale of his brave adventure. After giving his decision some though he sent a guilty gaze towards the cave.
Turning away he tried to silently make his way out of the clearing. “I shall cloak myself in shadows and like a mountain lion pad across the forest floor.” Mephisto face scrunched up as he heard the crunching of snow under his hooves. He admitted to himself the act of silently walking across snowy ground still eluded him but in time he would become a shadow a soq who silently glided through the night. He walked for some time before reaching the edge of Proserpina’s territory. With a Trace of recklessness he boldly crossed the boundary line. His inquisitive nature could not be controlled by a boundary line. With little trepidation he hurried on not wanting to end his own little adventure.
As time went on he noticed the clouds were starting to speedily race across the sky. Snow no longer fell and the moon light lit the path in front of him. His eyes narrowed on the ground he could make out two distinct sets of hoof prints. One set was of hoof was really small and delicate looking. The other set of prints was much larger; curious he placed his nose against the second set of prints and inhaled. His upper lip twisted in distaste while he knew little of the world he was familiar with his mother description of kalona. They had an astringent smell that was unpleasing to the senses. Mephisto let out a sound that rather sounded growl-like. He was unpleased to find the scent of kalona so near his mothers territory. He might still be young but some day he would become a sentinel of the woods. Like a wolf his mid locked in on this target and he followed the hoof prints.
Soon enough his nose could pick up the smell of fear, the smell flooded his senses perking his instinct and …hunger. He approached circle of trees on the other side of the circle his eyes could make out a small foal being cornered by a young adolescent Kalona. Her whimpering excited Mephisto but she was not his reason for coming. He dismissed her presence and focused on the foolish young Kalona who had the guts to come so near Proserpina land. His mother would rip the flesh off another soq with predatory instincts who was idiotic enough to come so close in proximity to her land. Mephisto eyes locked on the adolescent kalona in the night his coat color looked like a dark red but it could be a brown color in the light of the sun. The young kalona eyes flashed yellow and even in the dark Mephisto could not miss the twist of cruelty found in the young stallion’s upper lip. He was not full grown but the young kalona outweighed Mephisto. Mephisto knew that fighting such a male would be challenging and part of him relished such a challenge but if he returned to his mother with battle wounds his days of sneaking off by himself would be over.
“I have no need to fight, not all battles are won by tooth and hoof, ” Mephisto whispered to himself. The clouds were stating to slow down and cover the light of the moon. Mephisto smiled to himself he needed darkness for his plan to work. Darting behind trees he zigzagged back in forth allowing the young kalona to make out the glowing eyes marking his coat. Adjusting his voice he to a lower pitch he shouted as he ran behind each tree. “Blood, flesh, sacrifice, For the old spirits” he chanted.
The kalona youth turned his back to the young filly and his eyes widened. “What Are you?” His voice quivered.
Mephisto enjoyed the trace of fear in the stallion’s voice. It was more satisfying to see the strong become weak and know the true meaning of fear. A he ran back and forth he contorted his muscles and made the eyes on his coat appear to be winking. “I am the sentinel of the forest I am shadows and nightmares I eat flesh and I am so thirsty.” Mephisto moderated his pitch so the sound of his voice would echo around the clearing.
The kalona's hair was standing at end and his mouth which once sported a cruel twist now seemed to quiver. “You can have this foal I was just playing with her but she's all yours.”
Mephisto slowed down and ruffled nearby bushes surrounding the pair. “ Why be so hasty you’re the one I think looks awful tasty.” His voice boomed out and he let his extra coat eyes glow out in full scarlet brilliance.
The kalona eyes darted back in forth. He let out a scream of terror and charged out of the clearing. Mephisto wanted to follow but he knew if he did his baser urges would mark this male as prey. He would remember the smell for now and if the male came back he would find some way to finish him. Mephisto knew in the light of day this challenge could have ended at another note but the sky was dark and he was born of shadows. Many feared the Supernatural he would remember that detail and use his looks to inspire fear in others.
He slowly walked up to the little filly that was still frozen in fear. Part of him enjoyed the scent of her terror but she was too weak of prey to entice him “Are you ok?” He asked out in question.
She turned her lavender eyes in his direction. “ Why your just a foal like I am but you look so strange and frightening.”
Mephisto let out a huff of air in annoyance. “It’s just like a unicorn to gain some backbone when they’re no longer in danger but then again they aren’t the smartest breed of soqs,” he mumbled to himself.
Turning to her he thought he should have some fun,“I am not a foal but a young shadow that flits through the night. For a shadow I am a rather remarkable specimen and to me you are the one that looks strange with your weak body and stubby horn. “
The little filly made a small sound of outrage before turning and heading back into the forest.
“Unicorns have no sense of humor,” Mephisto growled out in annoyance. “While I didn’t help her for her own sake I should have at least received a word of thanks. Now I have to swiftly make my way home before mother discovers I’m gone. “
-- My world is not black or white but is in varied shades of gray. I am not completely evil nor am I good. I am a shadow that runs through the night- Mephisto
Comments/Other: I was so happy to see this basket contest and out of the Three baskets this one is my favorite. I’m a really big fan of both sides of the family tree. I’ve always admired Shoshana(she’s based on a centaur from fantasia) and it was so neat that her daughter Florian won a mixer slot with Messiah. Proserpina family has always made me drool I love that fact that Kitsune blood runs through their veins. I fine with doing any interacting rp between the family
And for prompt two I might be a unripe banana but I alone shall survive I dare you to eat me and my brother and sister banana inside your stomach shall give you indigestion and gas pains. Feel our fury and sharp claws. Mahhaa..
Username: CheshireKttty Foal's name: Vritra - Hindi myth name of a dragon or serpent, the personification of drought and enemy of Indra, meaning "the enveloper." Foal's temper: Wicked Which prompt? Prompt 1 Prompt response: Vritra had learned from an early age to hide his weaknesses, especially while in his mother's sight. He had never had much in the way of strength but his mind was sharp and he would simply manipulate others into doing whatever he needed of them. In this way, he had managed to please his mother as he continued to sharpen his skills.
This had all worked out quite well for him up until now. Other foals alone had been easy enough to handle. Most were usually too stupid to realize he was putting thoughts into their heads. Often, the foals simply thought that they had come up with these ideas all on their own. Foals together though proved a challenge for Vritra. They would feed off of each other and as a group were harder to control.
It was instances like these, when Vritra had to prove just how sharp he really was. Presently, the colt stood in the midst of such a group. Two colts and a filly stood sizing him up and taking in his odd appearance. All three of them were winds and looked to siblings. Had everything gone according to plan, the colt would have managed to get one of the siblings alone, yet these three appeared to be thick as thieves.
"Why do you have so many wings?" A black and white painted colt asked him accusingly as had approached the small group.
"And are those paws?" The other colt, a bay, asked incredulously. "That's just not natural." Came the soft voice of the sister as she chimed in.
"What are you?" "You must be evil." "Yeah... Nothing good ever looks like that!" The three continued to shout at the foal as he stood in front of them.
Vritra stood in shock for a moment. Sure he looked different then they did, but that didn't make him evil did it? He had always known he was a little different but never thought that it meant anything. "I'm not evil!" He shouted at the trio. "I just look different that's all." He sounded much more confident than he truly felt. 'I must not show weakness.' He said the words to himself as he took in a deep breath.
"Our mom says that purewalkers are evil and they all have paws. You have paws so you must be evil too." The painted colt sneered. His siblings nodded in agreement.
He wasn't a purewalker. Or, at least he didn't think that he was. Was he? Vritra lifted a paw and examined it briefly. His eyes then flicked over the foals as he examined their hooves. Really he didn't understand what the big deal was. "My mom says everyone is different in their own way. That doesn't make me evil." There. That would show them. His mother was always right after all.
"I don't know." The bay's voice was disbelieving. "I still think he's evil."
"But then will he try to eat us?" The filly asked her brother, her voice shaking a little.
It was as if something inside of him snapped at her words. They wanted evil did they? Well fine. He'd give them evil.
"What if I do?" He pretended to examine his paw, as if bored. "I'm sure at least one of you ought to taste pretty good. Though I can't say which I'd eat first." He moved a little closer to the filly. "You look good enough to eat." He grinned and bared his teeth.
Vritra felt a wave of satisfaction as the filly slowly backed away and then turned heel and galloped off. The bay glared daggers at him for a moment before chasing after his sister.
"Well go on then. Why don't you run off in fear with the rest of your siblings?" His voice was filled with amusement and his eyes held a spark of mischief. He could see the painted colt struggling with the need to stay and fight. Yet in the end, the colt followed his siblings.
For a moment, he watched them trot off back to their mother. Part of him wished that he could follow, that he could play with them like normal foals did. Yet he knew he would always be 'different'. Other foals weren't likely to want to play with him and it was just something he would have to deal with. Did it make him evil? He didn't think so. Though the look of fear on their faces had given him a sort of satisfaction. Good. Evil. None of it really mattered. Whatever he was, he was happy with the way he was and he wasn't about to change that. Comments/Other: Thank you for the opportunity. I had a lot of fun with the entry. ^.^
Rahab sneered at the other foal as she skittered away - or tried to until he raced around her, coming up in front of her face and leering at her smugly. "Where are you going? Are you afraid?"
He laughed at her as she lowered her gaze and shifted uncomfortably under his withering stare. He grinned all the wider, feigning a jump at her suddenly to make her jump. She shrieked and the sound made the male foal shiver in delight. "You're a monster!" the female foal declared -weakly.
"You don't know what a monster is," Rahab answered, circling around the female slowly, tauntingly, flicking his tail at her and snapping his teeth, laughing as she jumps away from him. "You are too weak for a monster to bother with." He stops in his taunting pacing and spats on the ground in disgust. "Weakness can not be tolerated." The words of his mother ring in his ears even as he repeats them to this stranger. He glowers at her all the more as he deems her weakness unworthy.
The female foal looked at him differently then with a hint of something -was it pity? - in her eyes. "I don't think I'm weak." She stood straighter as she seemed to gain confidence. "And I don't think you're a monster. I think you're just a foal, like me."
"Anything but like you," he quickly retorted, but was suddenly intrigued by this shift in dynamics. He decided to use it to his advantage and allowed his fast to soften as she drew nearer, trying to examine him more closely. He feigned shyness as she neared, shying away from her slightly, then allowing her to look at him more closely.
"Yes you are just a foal... different, but still just a foal..." She smiled at him and his apparent sudden vulnerability.
"I suppose that's true..." He said, pointedly looking away from her. "I'm just... a little lost... maybe you can take me back with you? I'm awfully hungry..." He continued to face away from her, lest she see the malevolent glint in his eye.
She nodded and smiled at him, all fear apparently gone. "Follow me! I'll show you where my family is!" She bounded away happily.
Rahab grinned wickedly and followed...
Comments/Other: Rahab will use his otherworldly appearance to his benefit, tricking the stupid into believing him a godly being to do his bidding, using fear against others to get what he wants. He relishes in subterfuge and drama. He can often be considered charming when he wishes, but is at no times to be trusted. Everything he does is to in some way benefit himself. He is adept at manipulating others and causing chaos where he goes.
Basket contest is cloooooosed! biggrin Thank you everyone for entering! Please be patient while Naita and I judge entries.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 4:43 pm
After a lot of joy reading, and a lot of pain judging, we have a winner!
Congratulations to One Over Three, and a massive thanks to everyone who entered!
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2014 4:44 pm
8DD CONGRATS! WELCOME TO THE FAMILY, ONE OVER THREE!!
Thank you for entering, everyone! The final four actually came down to two banana prompts and two RP prompts, so there was a nice spread! There were some really wonderful entries, and it was a blast to see all the different takes on the character!
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