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 Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 3:24 pm
user ; noxilicious
name ; [colt] Brinik ; [filly] Vaise [I'll be using]
prompt ; 1
response ;
Vaise didn't want to go on this trip. Hiking? Please. She could find something better to do that didn't involve prespiration. Her ears flicked warily, droplets of leftover rain slipped from the leaves above onto her slender face. Ugh. Nasty water. Probably picked up dirt and bugs as it fell. She squealed unhappily, kicking up her heels and running towards a small space that was clear to the sunny sky. No water could hit her there. Thank goodness. Her father had taught her well. Vaise smirked. If there was anyone or thing that she despised more than dirt, it was her father. Everything about him made her want to scream and pull her well groomed hair out by the roots.
It was her mom that had suggested this family outing. Of course. Her father would never willingly step foot anywhere that risked contamination of his well polished hooves. Ahead of her now she could see him hesitating with each step, wincing as he sunk slightly into the rain-fresh mud. She didn't want to grow up to be like him, but everything unclan in the world gave her the willies. She had more of her father's blood than she wanted. Her sister's took after their mother. They didn't mind getting dirty once in a while. She wished she was more laxed, like them. She looked away from her family ahead, bored. A darkened shadow off to her right caught her attention instantly. It was a trail that led off into the forest, dappled sunlight shone through lighting up the mud strewn ground. Ugh. More mud.
More mud. A plan suddenly sprung into Vaise's mind, adding a devilish gleam to her insquisitive gaze. Mud. The perfect revenge to her perpetual well grooming nature and her father's need for perfection. She broke off from the main trail, stepping carefully into mud on the side path. Vaise winced as her hooves dipped into the mud, the thickness of it made her stumble, and she went down hard onto her knees. She resisted the urge to squeal in disgust. Standing, she looked down at her now mucky brown legs, a rebelious smirk distorted her maw. She ran forward, slipping once again and landing on her side. Pausing only for a moment, she rolled, efficiently covering her groomed bodice in dirt and grime. Ha. Let her father deal with that. Her mane stood up in unruly spikes, and her tail was entwined with twigs and crushed flowers. Perfect.
She slipped down from the side path, returning to the main trail. Ahead, her mother was combing the woods calling her name, her siblings stood with thier heads bent together, whispering, wide eyed. Vaise shifted her gaze to her father. He stood off to on side, carefully shielded from the mud, indifferent to his missing daughter's predicament. She waited patiently until his traveling eyes landed on her, his mouth opening in surprise. But he couldn't speak. Her mother rushed forward having spotted her wayward daughter only moment's after Dorian had. Her father stepped forward, his eyes narrowed in anger, but still speechless. Vaise grinned, shaking her had violently until some of the mud dislodged form her pelt and flecked his back pelt with brown. "Hey Dad." Was all she said. But her eyes, as the peered into his, said a different story. Take that.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 4:44 pm
I have chosen to answer Both RP Prompts in one reply. Name is unknown untill I know it's gender. Foal Prompt 1 It was another one of those afternoon get-togethers with the family. Your siblings were off romping around ahead of the parents, and you...were idly looking at a barely noticeable trail heading the opposite direction that everyone else was going. It had just rained, so the trail looked very muddy, but...still, it was enticing. Looking forward, you see that 'Lani and Dorian are completely engrossed in other things, so the chance at exploring is definitely there! What would do you do? Do you brave the dirty and the unknown, or do you stick by the safety of your parents? If you went, how would you deal with being covered in mud and potentially ruining a perfect hair-do? Dorian is QUITE the stickler when it comes to physical beauty and cleanliness - would you avoid your father? Foal Prompt 2 Your father and your mother decide its within your best interest to part and go their separate ways. Your two siblings have chosen to go with your nurturing mother, and now it is your turn to decide whether to join your mother and siblings or tag along with your self-absorbed father. What choice do you make and why? Please RP out the child's response to the scenario~
He blinked, his long lashes waving lightly. He had his blue eyes set on a trail, almost unseen, hidden in dense undergrowth and laden with thick black mud. Shadows danced across the ground, beams of light filtered down creating dancing tights on the leaves of the bushes and low branches, a dappled world of all of its own. Curiosity ran through the mind of the foal. He looked to his parents only to find them engrossed in conversation. He looked to his siblings hoping to lure one of them away with him, but they were farther up ahead. He sighed, the urge to follow his siblings and parents were strong, but the thrill of adventure kept whispering in his ear, urging him to follow the path.
With much hesitation the foal broke away from his family group, slowly at first steadily gaining speed. He ran and hoped down the path, the liquid rays of light splashing over his body, bringing out the brilliant beauty of his coat. It was all fun in games, nothing was wrong and the mud wasn’t as soft as it looked.
Or so he thought. A hop into a rather dark portion of mud left the foals hooves coated with the black muck. The foal stood there a moment, his mouth gaping at the sight. “Oh… My…” The last word never came as the foal began to scream. His mind raced. Dirt was on his hooves. He had seen dirt on other soquili, even his siblings, but certainly not on him. Cleanliness was next to godliness after all.
Screaming as though he had been attacked and running like he was being chased by a skinwalker the foal bolted down the path back to where he had left his family. Tears ran down his face. His beauty was being marred and it made him feel as though the world was to come crashing down around him. He was panicking. His family wasn’t where he had left them.
He had to get the mud off.
He slowed his pace, fearful that he would begin to sweat. The last thing he wanted was more dirt to spoil his looks. He trotted down the path his parents had gone down.
He paused. Through the pounding of his heartbeat he could hear water. The sound had never been sweater. Taking the risk of leaving the path once more he headed towards the sound. It wasn’t long until he reached a small stream. He stepped gently and let the water cover his hooves and lap gently against his legs. The foal gave a sigh of relief as flakes of black mud washed away from him.
He had no clue how long he had been standing there. When all the dirt was gone, all the dirt, the foal turned back to the path and followed it till he herd voices. His parents and siblings came into view shortly, and oddly enough they were all grouped together talking. He knew better, his family never just stood and had a conversation, something was wrong.
Timidly he came up to the group and squeezed his way in. There was silence for a moment.
“Where have you been little one?” His mother asked in her melodic voice.
“So, who do you choose?” His father asked almost immediately, not giving a chance for the foal to reply.
Almost instantaneously his siblings giggled and looked to their mother. “We want to go with mommy,” One of the foals siblings said quietly to Dorian. “Who do you choose?” the other sibling asked the foal.
“I… What?” The foal was lost in confusion. Why was he being asked who he would be going with? Where were they going? Was Daddy going to get food and Mommy going back home?
Dorian was eyeing his son, in particular the foal’s hooves. It was as if his appraising gaze could still se small traces of the muck that had once covered the foal’s hooves. It made the foal nervous. He guessed his mother could sense that for she stepped forward to nuzzle the foal. “We, your father and I, have been talking. We have decided to go our separate ways. Do you know what that means?”
The foal nodded, he knew. His parents were splitting up and now they were asking him who he would prefer to go with, to live with. How could this have come to be? His parents were so beautiful; beauty should stay with beauty. The foal took a step back frowning. Would he ever get to see his family again? If he chose his mother would he ever get to spend time with his father? If he went with his father would he ever come visit his mother and his siblings? How could they ask him to choose?
The foal was silent for a good long time. By time the foal had come to his decision his siblings had already grown bored and had run off to play. It was only him and his parents. “I…” mumbled the foal shyly. He didn’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. “I want to go with daddy…” The foal finally said painfully.
In the end, the foal knew he wouldn’t be able to continue without his father. He himself was a clean freak, and who better to learn from than someone engrossed and knowledgeable in the cleanliness and beauty of something. Even if his father would not teach him, the foal could learn from watching his father and his ways. He would miss his mother and her unconditional love and optimism so, but if he was to be as beautiful as his father and mother one day he would have to learn from the best, and the possibility of being away from his siblings and mother was a risk the foal was willing to take. After all, Cleanliness was next to godliness.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 8:43 pm
Username: Mamoru_Hatake
Prompt: 2
Foal name: Hamilton (male)
Your father and your mother decide its within your best interest to part and go their separate ways. Your two siblings have chosen to go with your nurturing mother, and now it is your turn to decide whether to join your mother and siblings or tag along with your self-absorbed father. What choice do you make and why? Please RP out the child's response to the scenario~
I have to choose?
The time had finally come. It was time to choose.
Hamilton had known about his parent's relationship for some time now. Therefore, he knew how unstable is was. His Father, Dorian, was not the type to settle down, unlike his Mother, 'lani. Ever sense Hamilton and his siblings were born, there had been a chance that their parents would go their separate ways. But, the colt had believed things were getting better between the two. How wrong can a foal get?
Now he was left to choose. Go along with his siblings and his beloved Mother. Or head off with his Father. This was not a decision he should have to make, but he had to. But how could he? On what basis could he choose?
Hamilton's Mother was one of the kindest Soquili the colt had ever known. All she wanted was a family and she was never anything buy happy. Hamilton's Father, on the other hand, was much different. He cared for beauty and nothing else. For him, there was no other choice than to be physically perfect and beautiful.
To anyone else, this choice would seem terribly easy. The obviously better choice was for Hamilton to tag along with his Mother and siblings. She would take much better care of him in the long run and would offer her unwavering love. But was that all the colt wanted? His heart told him no. His heart told him that he needed something else, something only his Father could give.
Beauty.
If Hamilton stayed with his Father, he would learn how to be beautiful, how to make others love him, how to make others envy him. But could he give up a life with his Mother to gain this? Was it really that important?
Yes.
Hamilton knew he could, would become a beautiful stallion with his Father's help. Then, when he was beautiful enough, Hamilton knew that his Father would accept and love him. With his Father, the colt could have everything he wanted, beauty and love.
The choice was easy.
Hamilton turned and walked triumphently to his Father's side, knowing that, someday, he would get what he wanted.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 8:58 pm
Username: NinetailedNightmare
Name of Soquilli: Hubris (Male), Sibyl (Female)
Potential Temperments: Sanctimonious or Smug
Prompt: #1
And hadn't he always been the more attentive of the whole bunch?
All fluff and fancy, the rest of them, his beautiful 'family'. He didn't detest them one bit for it, though. In fact, he thought it rather sweet. They were entertaining, and always very useful. Even when he was trailing behind, their undeniable charm still radiated back to him and kept its own company. He was just enough to hear mother and father talking, far enough not to be involved right away in his siblings' simple games.
Perfect.
Being secluded enough this way, he could take in what was truly real. The sounds, the scenery, that little path into the woods...
And wasn't it a fanciful little cliche. Hubris knew that all it would have to offer was mud and hidden root snags to trip over. Perhaps there would be some flowers, a foreign animal, a thicket of thorny leaves. There would probably even be a swarm of misquotes! But oh, how it somehow appealed to him. Maybe, just maybe it was the path to a mysterious hideaway, some sort of Eden untouched that was being missed all because of a little preliminary mud. There was something so poetic, so stirring in the road less travelled by. He was tempted.
Oh, the folly of the secret romanticist! But then again, Hubris was a realist first and foremost. There was no doubt in his mind that by the time he found his paradise or lack thereof, he would be the envy of any overheated sow. And that, he correctly assumed, would be less than acceptable within the mindset of his preening sire. That meant it couldn't be he alone. An individual he was, responsible in full for his mishaps he was not.
He caught up rather quickly to his parents, and then to his siblings ahead. His was a brisk but gliding gait, an unconscious little prance with his head head high. But when he sidled up to his more adventurous sibling's side, he was more humble, a clever little muse. All he had to do, he knew, was whisper the right words into their ear and it would be their discovery all along. The trade-off was the fact that he would not be alone in his mud-bath, and most of all, he was getting what he wanted.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 10:09 pm
Prompt #1
Foal is going unnamed since I'm never good at picking a name before they show up. ^^
This was...boring. Sure, it was nice to be out with her family. But with her two siblings rough housing in the grass, and her parents talking rather intently with each other, she had nothing to do. And she certainly wasn't going to rough house with her two siblings...they always won anyway.
Tossing her head, she gave a soft snort and let her eyes wander. There must be something....what was that? Ears perking forwards, she stared down a path she hadn't noticed before, trying to catch another glimpse of the blue flicker that had caught her eye just a moment before. When it didn't come back, she frowned. Well, if it wasn't coming to her, she would go to it.
Glancing sideways at her parents to make sure they wouldn't notice her absence, she made a dash for the path. Just how muddy the path was went unnoticed until the last moment. She gave a soft squeal as she tried to stop and only managed to topple over and skid through the dark muck on her rear end. Eyes that had been squinted shut as she skidded down the path cautiously slit open as she stopped. She was out of view of her parents at least. Looking down, her ears flattened as she realized just how muddy she had become, the brown mud caking her legs, belly and chest. A flick of her tail confirmed that that too was tangled and heavy with mud.
How she was going to get it all out of her fur and mane, the young filly had no idea. Her father was going to be furious, of that she was certain. But maybe her mother would come to her rescue.
Mulling over these thoughts, she jerked as something unexpectedly landed on her leg, though the movement went nearly unseen because of the mud. Glancing down, blue eyes widened at the large butterfly that was resting there, lazily fanning wings that almost looked like her mother's. A smile curved her lips as she watched it, slowly lowering her head to study it closely. The filly could sit here all day and just watch it, the dread of having to face her father another reason for her stalling.
But it didn't last as she heard a gasp followed by uncontrollable giggles. The butterfly flitted off and the filly turned to glare at her brother. "Oh you're gonna be in so much trouble!" The colt cackled before turning and running off, shouting about what he'd seen, never mind that he too had gotten muddy in coming down the path.
Sighing, the filly dragged herself to her feet, shaking briefly in an attempt to rid herself of at least some of the mud. Attempt ineffective, she slowly made her way back down the path to face what was sure to be her father's outrage and annoyance at his daughter's filthy state. Sometimes it just didn't pay to follow her curiosity. It only seemed to get her in trouble.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 10:12 pm
Gaia Name: Silent Spy
Foal Name: Daria (for female) / Liam (if male)
(For the purpose of this role play contest, the gender of the foal will be female.)
Prompt: Foal Prompt #2
Mother or father?
This shouldn’t be too difficult of a decision, really. Daria was one to want constant attention and adoration, one-hundred percent of one’s loving heart. Her mother can certainly provide this, but there is one issue: Daria’s siblings. Daria knew that her mother wouldn’t be able to realize that only the perfect daughter needs attention and that the other two imperfect children can be ignored. Then again, neither would her father.
No, her father was to engrossed in himself to realize that he had such a perfect daughter. At times, she resented her father’s arrogance. Arrogance was a pet peeve of her’s. Nobody else should be arrogant, nobody was as beautiful as Daria!
Daria continued to debate with herself which of her parents deserves to be blessed with her presence from now on and which parent would benefit Daria’s pride the most. Her loving mother? Or her self-absorbed father?
The more Daria thought about the decision, the more benefits she found about her father. It was obvious that Daria was her father’s favorite child. While he had not officially declared this at any point, it was quite obvious to Daria all the same. She was the most beautiful of her siblings and her father claims to be ‘a lover of all things beautiful’, which by Daria’s logic would mean her father loves her the most.
Perhaps her father would give her the attention that Daria deserves. If not, she will make him give her that attention. She will prove to her father how perfect and beautiful she is. She will impress her father and gain his utmost attention.
Yes, now that Daria had thought about it, the decision was quite clear: she will live with her father.
As she had thought originally, it shouldn’t be too difficult of a decision. And she was quite right, as per usual. After all, Daria is perfect.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 10:49 pm
Prompt #2
Decisions, decisions.
A gentle breeze blew through the village, bringing the filly's mane along for the ride. She stood silently while blue orbs flickered back and forth from mother to father. Here she was in a difficult situation, one too big for a filly such as herself to handle. She knew perfectly well that this day would come but she never thought it would be this early. Her choice would have to be the right one or she would regret it for the rest of her life; the choice of either leaving with her mother or be the only one to go with her father. "Well, what's it going to be?" She could hear the choir of voices that came from her impatient siblings in the background. "Shut up," she seemed to snap at them with a glare. "I'm thinking, just give me a minute," she added quickly. Heaving a gentle sigh, the filly closed blue orbs slowly and got lost in her thoughts.
Day over day her father began to show his true colors and she finally realized what he was. He was a brute that only looked at a creature from the outside, not in. Only caring about the creature's beauty and nothing more. Unlike her younger siblings, she took the time as to watching her father and that was what she made of him. What if she were to go with him. What if she was not beautiful enough for him to say that she was his daughter and what if he got bored with her. What if he doesn't give her enough love and support that any other parent gives to their children. What if he leaves her. Regret and guilt would surely haunt the filly and that is something she didn't want to live with. The regret of leaving with her father instead of her mother and making the wrong decision. Then again, perhaps she was looking at her father in the wrong way. Perhaps there was more to him that the filly had thought.
Her mother, on the other hand, was the image of what a mother should be. She was loving, caring and willing to do anything to protect her children; something she feared her father was not capable of doing. In addition, there was something about her mother’s attitude towards her and her siblings that she felt safe to be around rather than her father. Perhaps it was the fact that her mother was happier to have these foals more so her father. Whatever the case, the filly knew she would have to take those feelings into consideration when choosing.
Orbs opened slowly as the images of her family were locked inside what seemed to innocent eyes at the moment. Delicate wings battered slightly as her lips parted for her to speak although nothing seemed to escape her voice box. With a shack of her head, she tried to speak once more. “I think I made up my mind,” she spoke softly, her words a mere whisper. “I- I’m going with mommy,” she spoke as eyes narrowed over towards her father, his face unreadable. Was he unhappy that she didn’t choose him? Or was he glad she didn’t but just didn’t show it? The filly couldn’t tell. She made her way over towards her smiling mother and siblings, who just wanted to get out of here. “Ready to go?” She heard her mother question and a nod of her head was given. The four of them turned away and disappeared off into the distance, and she couldn’t help but get a last glimpse of father before he disappeared from her sight for good.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 10:55 pm
Username: Lita Rutherford
Foal Name: Norian *either gender, RPed as Colt*
Temper: Pretty
Prompt: Bolded text is a reply to prompt 1, Italics is a reply to prompt 2. underlined is the connecting part, ending for pt. one and beginning for pt. 2
It was not is fault. Not his fault at all! The colt continued to think this again and again as the trudged back, covered in mud, towards where his family was. It was not his fault! The little birdy…Yes it was all the bird’s fault. It had been so pretty! And if such a pretty bird was going down such a path, it was perfect to reason that more pretty things lay down it. The mud though…He should had thought about that. He marched along the un-muddy path back home, his head, the only part of him that was still clean, held high to keep it that way. He was already going to be in so much trouble as it was. He sighed softly. But it had been worth it…
As he chased the little bird down the path, splashing all the way, he had come across more pretty things. Well, once he got out of the mud, that is. Flowers, of which he had picked many to bring to his mother, none of which he still had on him. All lost to the mud. Butterflies and birds were everywhere, all pretty in their colors and shimmering wings in the sunlight. It had been wonderful. The trip back, however. It was as if the path was even more muddy! Instead of just his legs, his whole body sunk in it. He had done all he could to keep his head above, and even then he was surprised he had been able to.
But it had been worth it. He hoped he could explain all the amazing things he saw before he was lectured. His father was going to be upset with him. This upset him even more then the simple thought of punishment. His father was the most important thing in the world to him. His father’s approval was the number one thing that mattered. And to not have it…He shuttered to think.
However he had saved his carefully styled hair. That had to give him some kind of props. After all…
It wasn’t his fault.
He reached home and, of course, his father had flipped. He had gotten all dirty! He must take a bath, now! The colt did not protest. He moved into the rushing river and let the mud wash away. “I’m sorry father.” he said lightly. He hadn’t meant to upset him. He had just wanted to see the pretty things. “It won’t happen again.”
“it better not.” he said. “hurry up, its late.” He motioned for the foal to follow him as they went back to the area where they had decided to stop for the night, for it was to dark to travel. He lay beside his siblings and closed his eyes, falling into sleep.
A lightly nuzzle drew the foal from his restful sleep. “Norian…Norian…” It was his mother. The soft sound woke him gently, and yet also made him wand more sleep, soothing him at the same time. “Norian, sweetie, wake up. You need to wake up now.” Must be important.
Slowly he rose, his eyes opening to look up at the peering faces of his family. His father stood a bit away, watching him carefully. His mother stood on the opposite side, his siblings at her side. “Is something wrong, Mama?” he asked, looked at her, and then to his father. What was going on?
“No, of course not, Norian. Last night me and your father were talking and we decided that it would be best if we parted. Now, Norian, who would you rather go with? Your father, or me and your sisters?” She asked softly. Wait, what?
“Part?” He looked between them once more. His mother…his father. His father, his mother. His mother, his fa--… “Papa.” He said, getting up and moving to stand beside the lone stallion. He looked up at his father, smiling. “I want to stay with Papa.” He said softly. He knew his father would accept this, after all he was the pretties foal of the three. And he wished more then anything to learn from his father. He wanted to be just like him. He wanted to see and know all the pretty things in the world. “Please teach me,” He said softly. “Of the pretty things.”
Dorian looked at the colt. He looked back to ‘Lani and nodded before he turned, pausing to let the colt orient himself beside him. “We’ll see what we find.” He said lightly
He nodded and hurried after his father as they set off. “Hay Papa?” He asked, excited and happy for the time he would spend with his father. “Do you think we will find pretty things?” He asked.
Dorian smiled at him. “I hope so, Norian, I hope so.”
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 11:03 pm
Username: Tsunake (SCANDALOUS!) Prompt: Numba 2 Name of Foal: Ivaylo (male) and uh, I'll... find something else if it's female! Thanks for giving us this chance to try out for such a pretty basket~!Foal Prompt 2 Your father and your mother decide its within your best interest to part and go their separate ways. Your two siblings have chosen to go with your nurturing mother, and now it is your turn to decide whether to join your mother and siblings or tag along with your self-absorbed father. What choice do you make and why? Please RP out the child's response to the scenario~ Leaving? They were splitting up? His perfect, adorable family seemed to be in absolute shambles now! This wouldn't do--this simply wouldn't do! He was still just a young colt, innocent and needing the support of two loving parents with some obnoxious siblings thrown into the mix! If they left, why, it might put his entire adulthood in jeopardy! He could be a recluse, a hermit, shambling and drooling like some uncouth beast all because his mother and father were so selfishly refusing to consider what was best for him! He had to fix this somehow, since it was so obviously apparent that only he could set it right again! They said it was “his choice” on whom to leave with, hadn’t they? Well, he picked no one! No one got to leave, because he needed everyone there! On stiff legs, Ivaylo stalked after his father. "You're having an affair, aren't you?!" He hissed, stomping his dainty hooves with rage. "Oh, father! I respected you! You were my--my--" Overly dramatic tears sprang to his eyes as Ivaylo tried to milk his audience for all they were worth. His father was already looking distinctly uncomfortable, which meant he had to be doing something right. “My role model!” The colt whispered and closed his eyes with anguish, throwing his small head back as though he’d been struck by lightning. "You've stomped on our poor mother's heart, and you've broken my trust! Oh, father, father!" He carried on like that for a little while, knowing his family was watching him with rapt attention. Yes, yes, he shamelessly admitted that he lapped it up, but had to quickly remind himself that things were serious; more serious than he'd first realized. They truly expected him to pick! His zealous prancing came to an uneasy halt as he shuffled in place, eyeing both mother, father, and sisters in turn. "But we're all so beautiful together!" Came the plaintive plead, followed by another quick stomp of his hoof. No dice. He quickly scrutinized their faces and could tell they weren't going to budge. Drawing himself haughtily, Ivaylo stared hard at both of his parents. "I," He announced dramatically... and paused. "...I," He began, and paused again. Just for emphasis this time--they had to realize how serious he was being! " I. Will go with mother." Ivaylo announced his verdict with ringing finality. "If father," He stared pointed at the beautiful stallion he so very admired, "...Will not accompany her to make sure she remains safe, happy, and as beautiful as ever, then I will gladly step up and become the man of this family!" Yes, that sounded good! The words cared a certain sort of flair and passion to them that sent his skin crawling. And, this way, the family would still be together minus one selfish member! But that was no matter! Ivaylo knew he would grow into a stallion with even more poise and beauty than his father one day, even if the other male had served as an example of exactly how someone flawless should function. "We'll meet again, father! I expect you to take good care of yourself so I won't be embarrassed to be in public with you when I see you next!" Came the dramatic cry before Ivaylo turned tail and fled, gallantly leading the way for his female-dominated family. Of course, the next moment he tripped over a stray tree root and went plowing face-first into the mud which kept him howling in horror for hours. It wasn't a particularly good or impressive sign of things to come.
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Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2008 11:53 pm
Username: Firkasa
Prompt: 2
Foal name: Namiryn (RPed as male for the prompt)
Entry:
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Brilliant green stripes shivered across the foal’s black and blue coat in disbelief as his bright blue eyes stared dumbly at his parents. Anolani and Dorian had, out of the blue, summoned the “family” together for a talk and both announced their just as sudden parting of ways.
“Wha- wait! What’s going on!?” The young foal shouted at the adults, clearly distressed by the news that fell up his and his siblings’ ears. “Why?!”
Namiryn gawked at his mom and dad with a rather wide mouth. He had always been aware that his mom and dad were never on the… best of terms. They weren’t the typical lovey-dovey couple. His father’s passion for all things beautiful put a slight strain on the family by Namiryn never expected either his mom or dad to go their separate ways so soon!
Definitely, his dad was weird since he could never give his love to one thing and one thing alone. Dad just had to go around loving every beautiful thing he saw… Dad often fled the scene to pursue a new love of beauty, despite mom’s need of him in the care for their new family. But, they never seemed to be on bad terms with each other despite that!
…
Perhaps that was the problem all along…
As his parent’s conversation to the kids flowed over his deaf ears, Namiryn saw nothingness as his empty blue eyes gazed forward lost in the abyss of questions and thoughts.
What’s going to happen now? What are we going to do? Why did this happen to us? Its not fair! I-Its dad’s fault. There is no reason for him to leave mom. If anyone, dad has to fix all of this. Dad has to do SOMETHING!
One thought after another linked together like a never ending chain of bitterness until his mother’s worried voice called him back from that abyss.
“Namiryn? Dear, are you all right?”
“I’m fine…” The foal spoke with a surprisingly level voice. He was not going to give his own bitterness the satisfaction of crying tears.
When his head cleared up and he was able to think on a level field, Namiryn realized that his siblings had chosen to follow their mom in the separation. A logical choice for most foals… but he wasn’t “most foals”.
Smoothly, much in the fashion his father would saunter up to a beautiful creature, Namiryn walked up to the winged stallion with a deceiving smile on his face putting on the handsome charm that his father possessed. “I’m going to go with dad!”
And I’m going to make you miserable every single moment thereon out… you “handsome devil” you.
Of course, no one knew that this little thought lingered in the back of Namiryn’s mind.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 12:18 am
User Name: ArashiX
Prompt(s): Number Two
Foal's Name: Keflee (Filly); E'tan (Colt)
"Is this 'cause we all got dirty playing in the mud the other day, daddy? Is that why you and mommy are splitting up?" The plaintive questions were asked by her siblings, who looked between their parents with tears in their pretty little eyes.
"Oh, no, darlings, that's not why at all~" Anolani cooed as she nuzzled them both one by one. She then paced away and flicked her ears forwards. "Now, my pretty little ones, you have the choice of coming with me or your father."
Keflee's siblings looked at one another before seeming to come to a simultaneous conclusion. They quickly trotted towards Anolani: their kind-hearted and gentle mother. That means it was her choice.
For Keflee, time screeched to a violent halt as she deliberated.
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
Out of the three siblings, Keflee felt like she was smack-dab in the middle in regards to her parents' looks. It was also true for her personality, too. She was proud of the way she looked, just not as much as her father, Dorian, was. He'd nearly fallen to the ground in a fit when the three had come back, mud-splattered and giggling.
Anolani just shook her head and nudged the three of them to the nearby springs to clean them up.
But Keflee also found she was flirtatious like her father, teasing even the little colts she knew, though most just shouted "Cooties!" and ran away, sparking a fun game of chase.
But who was she to go with? She loved her family very much, even her father with his quirky and sometimes irrational ways and expectations. She loved her brother and sister as well... Could she bear to be separated from them and go with Dorian?
...still, someone had to watch him.
And who was better for the job than Keflee? She, unlike her father - and currently unbeknownst to her - knew there was a limit on flirting and generally when things went too far.
She was going to be in for one heck of a surprise...
~~~ ~~~ ~~~
She trotted up to Anolani with tears in her eyes and nuzzled against her warmth and calming scent for the last time before nuzzling her siblings.
"Mommy, I'll come find you one day, I promise. I promise~!" She squealed, stamping her hoof against the ground. "I'll miss you so much, but I have to go with dad..."
And so she turned and fled, a few crystalline tear drops flying into the air as her long stride took her over to her father, Dorian, who wore a look of shock upon his face. He was apparently either hoping for solitude, or was just shocked his daughter had apparently changed her mind.
The future was sure to be...interesting.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 5:57 am
Username: pippi18848
Prompt Prompt One
Foal Name: Jaidev
The end. It was to be the end of his life if he were to go wandering away from his parents to play in that nice looking mud. That mud was so enticing that all the little foal wanted to do was jump in it. At least once. The only problem was that his father was all about looking clean and looking absolutely fantastic. So heaven forbid Jaidev take a small teensy little jump into that nice, wet, and squishy mud. Why couldn’t he have parents that liked getting dirty? Why?
Looking back towards his parents Jaidev noticed that they were not paying the least bit of attention to what he was doing. Giving a small little squeal of excitement he dashed off onto the trail before anyone started paying attention again. It was so muddy! And squishy! It felt wonderful beneath his little hooves. He jumped as high as he could and landed with a big splash causing mud to cover almost every inch of him. This was just so much fun! He wanted to bring his siblings over so they could enjoy the mud as well. Though his siblings were ahead of his parents which meant that he would have to walk past them and end up most likely dying a horrible death. Or his parents would just feed him to a Kalona.
Deciding against getting his siblings Jaidev continued to play in the squishy mud. After a little while the foal was tired but did not want to face his parents yet. “I know! I’ll just go wash off in some water that’s nearby and they’ll never know!” he said to himself with a mischevious grin. Perhaps he wouldn’t get in trouble after all. Starting back down the muddy path he hummed a happy tune until he reached the end of the trail and saw who was standing there. “Uh oh.” He said, his eyes now cast downward as he awaited his fate.
“Uh oh is right.” His father said, a stern and disapproving look on his face. “What did you think you were doing!? You look positively horrible and dirty! I’ve told you time and time again that being dirty ruins your cleaniness and your beauty!” The stallion yelled at his son.
“I don’t care! I wanted to have fun! I’m tired of always being clean!” Jaidev stamped his hooves in protest. He wasn’t going to let his father win this argument. At least he was going to try to beat his father anyways. “You can care about your looks! I want to play in the mud!” And with that he kicked some mud at his father which landed on the stallion. Realizing what he had done the little foal panicked at the lecture to come and ran past the stallion towards his mother. “You won’t get me to ever stop getting dirty!” he yelled back at his stunned looking father. At least he’ll be safe with his mother, he hopes.
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 7:12 am
A little under 3 hours is left!
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 7:38 am
Username: endejester
Prompt: #1
Foal Name - (determined when basket opens? to fit with family?)
It was a beautiful day, washed quite clean by the previous nights rain and still the last of the water clung to the grass like little pearls that soaked her to the ankles as she catered through it. She almost missed it to be honest, that little path nestled into the greenery, shadowy and cool and the perfect slick of the mud of it, still smooth and perfectly untouched.
A glance back at her siblings and family… father, would –not- approve, and yet…
Well they weren’t exactly watching, and…accidents –did- happen.
With a quiver of excitement and a flick of her tail she started down the muddy trail, delightfully –wickedly- slick and cool under her hooves, she ran down it, utterly delighted, spattering her flanks with mud and snagging her short mane in the branches but thoroughly enjoying herself in the moment of mischief.
The marvelous moments of doing something that goes against the ‘rules’
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Posted: Sat Jun 14, 2008 8:10 am
Little under 2 hours left!
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